#so i would appreciate reblogs!!

[mushroompone]

The planet Equus will be inhospitable in just a few short years. All the creatures on it are preparing to leave for greener pastures. All, that is, except Spitfire.

Check out my new fic for the sitewide sci-fi contest here!!

[corpsentry]

a glass sun 1/2

[girlboyburger]

it's here! the cow base!! it's done!!! EASILY the biggest base i've made so far, and i'm really really proud of it!! now............................... go forth and bring more beautiful cow furries to this beautiful earth

[mimimar]

˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹my commissions are currently OPEN!˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹

all info ✧here✧

all my commission types are open right now, including custom paper doll commissions!

i am also open for commercial work in many kinds of projects, including book covers for self-publishing authors. email me for any inquiries♡

[lil-lemon-snails]

Hiya everyone!! I've opened up some slots for some DCA-centric YCH Commissions on my Ko-Fi! ⭐ only 4 slots will be open at a time ⭐ Thanks for your support! I'm excited to draw you guys some fluff :3

[alwaysrunningoutoftime]

a jossam kiss in 2024 thx to our lord & saviour reddit u/girlbvy3e

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[skulkingfoxes]

Hey! You!

Do you like your queer romance with a fun mystery and healthy dose of horror to make the medicine go down?

Check out my webcomic Kingfisher, an occult mystery series set in the 1920s!

We now have nearly 250 pages of reality shifting puzzle boxes, gun-totting tea drinking mobsters, dubious cocktails, and an immensely slow burn romance! 

The current book is Rotgut, where a strange plague seems to sweeping over the city with a strange inhuman being in the center of it. Can Seymour and Gabriel navigate the increasingly complicated web of lies and relationships to find the truth at its center? Can Seymour discover the secrets of the mysterious artifact, the Kingfisher Box? Can gentlewoman thief Fox ever stop finding herself being pulled into their messes?

And maybe, just maybe, our main couple will hold hands by the end of it? Just once?

Remember! The road to hell is paved with good intentions!

The first book, Foxhunt and it's accompanying short story, is finished. If you want to read it in it's entirity (and maybe throw a couple of bucks my way) you can buy the pdf in my shop.

[eatyourmaker]

It's a struggle just to breathe when that feeling reapproaches

Song: Roaches by Luluyam!!!

[perenians]

"it's a summer day, and i want to be wanted more than anything else in the world."

- homosexuality (frank o'hara)

this quote felt fitting, but it's the last line of a poem and it feels wrong to take it out of context like this. here's the whole thing.

i also considered animating the whole thing, but i wanted this to stay fun for me, so. here's this

[jazzzzzzhands]

Hey!

So we lost our home in the hurricane!

We are currently doing well and living for free in a hotel!! 😁

BUT

it won't last forever.

We only have 73 days left to live for free.

We are looking for a home

Can you help me search for a home?

I'm looking for a 3 bed 2 bath around the Brandon area in Florida.

We could really use 1000 or less a month

Preferably less

I want a home 🩷

I would appreciate any help you could give me.

You have always been so kind and helpful to me and I treasure you!!!🩷🩷🩷

To everyone!!

Love, Jazz🩷🩷🩷🍎🍎🍎

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

“So, babysitting?”

Alberu follows after the delinquent. From the record the vice-principal gave him access to, Cale frequently drinks alcohol, he often gets himself into a lot of fights, and he barely passed his classes at the end of the grading period. The teachers never call on him in class, girls and boys avoid him alike, and he is- supposedly- completely intolerable.

Which is why Alberu Crossman, who’s only a little older yet infinitely more mature has been assigned by the principal (his father) to get the troublemaker under thumb. Cale's father is quite wealthy, actually, and since there isn't much known about the successor to the Henituse family... it'd be bad if he had to be expelled.

Cale scowled. “Yes, babysitting, your highness. Please, leave if you must,” He jeers at Alberu, but internally he thinks, 'No, really. Please leave.' Otherwise, he might get caught in the act.

Of not actually being Cale.

Roksu aims a sour expression at Alberu, who returns it with a more flowery one. Acting as his twin for the day had been easy enough, mainly because being trash is great!- until Alberu Crossman strolled into his lunch period and introduced himself.

He is even following him out of the school to his job. Well, this job is Roksu’s and not Cale’s, but because he can’t ditch work nor can he get glib-tongued Alberu off his tail-

Well shit.

Thankfully, the kids call him hyung. Except Raon, who calls him human. Hopefully Alberu doesn’t look into it too much. If everything goes right, Alberu Crossman will be Cale's problem to deal with tomorrow. As it should have been.

“I didn’t know you liked kids, Cale,” Alberu smiles charmingly, walking side by side with Roksu. “Can you introduce me?” Roksu struggles to not put on his own disarming smile out of spite, instead plastering on a classic Cale Sneer™. It fits on his face perfectly, like he’s playing a character in a play.

They enter the building and ‘Cale’ guides Alberu to a colorful playroom, decked out in toys and a fountain of running water as the centerpiece (A gift from his father, who is still upset that Roksu doesn't visit more often). There’s a tray of fruits and oatmeal on the small table in the corner of the room, except not a soul to be seen. Picking up a bowl of oatmeal and finding the ceramic to still be hot, Roksu almost smiles.

Alberu frowns. Where are the kids he's supposed to babysit?

Roksu tells the empty air, "Come on out."

Three children appear out of nowhere in front of them.

“Hyung!”

“Human! You’re back!”

“Hyung, nya.” On examines Alberu some more.

All of the kids had been revealed the moment that Roksu spoke, as Raon unveiled the invisibility on them.

Raon runs up and grabs Roksu’s hand, who places it on his head, rubbing the black hair comfortingly. “Mm.” Raon beams at the affection.

“Raon, On, Hong,” they each look up at him at the call of their names. “This is Alberu Crossman, he is doing a report on my trashy behavior. Don’t be rude."

All three children become hostile immediately. “He isn't trash!”

On observes Alberu with an intense glare. Raon shifts under Roksu’s hand, his deep blue eyes glinting with magic. Roksu positions him away from the older teen’s view. Raon grips onto Roksu’s pant leg with a vengeance. Hong stares openly, offensive.

Alberu smiles at them.

"I'm visiting with Cale Hyung for today, nice to meet you."

Hong gasps suddenly.

“He-!” On gives her brother a look, and he clamps his hands over his mouth. Alberu feels a deep curiosity, as if something isn’t quite as it seems.

Roksu sighs. It’s going to be a long hour.

At the midway point, Alberu has easily disarmed the children. They look fascinated at the magic he shows them, while Roksu can only rub a palm over Raon’s shoulder as a warning to keep his dragon magic under control. He's still just a child that wants to brag. Everything is going well.

Bang!

“Hey Roksu! How was-“ Cale bursts through the door, bright red hair equipped with a shit-eating grin, wearing clothes far less fancy than his usual. He tenses up, frozen in place when he spots Alberu on the floor, politely sitting "crisscross applesauce" with the children. Roksu narrows a withering glare at his twin.

“… Roksu?”

Alberu looks at ‘Cale,’ sitting next to him, the one he's spent the entire day with, who is trying to send what must be the real Cale into the sun with his eyes.

“Ha… ha?” Cale winces. Roksu wipes his expression from his face.

“Cale-hyung, run! That’s the human’s bad look!” Alberu’s eyes widen as he watches the confirmed real Cale bolt back into the hallway and out of the front door. Alberu whips his head back toward the stranger behind him, who is a perfect replica of the Cale who ran like Hell. Cale has an identical twin?? Since when? Why doesn't he go to school?

Roksu levels an emotionless gaze at Alberu. “Hello, your highness. Don’t mind me.”

Alberu can only watch in astonishment as this stranger walks out of the playroom, with a smooth and deadly gait as he hunts down his twin like a predator would to prey. He recalls the look 'Roksu' gave him and it sends a shiver down the principal’s son’s spine. That gaze held secrets.

Something about this stranger is even more interesting than the sudden appearance of a twin.

On walks up to him, sitting down in his lap and looking into his eyes. “Roksu-hyung will be back soon, nya!” Hong bounds over and sits next to his sister, grinning widely. Raon huffs and looks at the door. He wants his human to come back.

[14dayswithyou]

I can see you, saint... ^^

Is it okay to make fan comics and such about Ren and angel???

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaa of course!! Everyone is welcome to create any kind of content for 14DWY so long as it's not offensive or illegal. And thank you very much for considering making a fancomic for da game! I really appreciate it ;v;

Tagging me (either @14dayswithyou or @cutiesigh) will also give you a better chance of having me see + reblog it!! ^^ I also encourage everyone to look at and follow the #14DaysWithYou and #14DWY tags to see all the amazing content from people in the community!

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Introducing….

….TSBS Ladies Appreciation Month!

This is an event meant to show appreciation and love to the ladies of TSBS, both to the characters and their respective VAs! Female characters often get more hate and criticism than male characters, which isn’t cool, and I felt that the VAs deserve to know how much we value their work, and that a large majority of the fandom doesn’t take them for granted

The rules for this event are in the picture, but just in case it’s hard for anyone to read, the text says:

All ladies are fair game! This includes trans and gender-fluid characters, as well as lady characters who have male VAs (ex: Puppet and Monty, when they’re in their female forms) and the female VAs themselves

Keep it PG, or PG13 at most! This month is about appreciating these girls, not making spice of them

Pieces can have characters that identify as anything other than female or gender-fluid in them, but the pieces themselves should be focused on the ladies

Mix and match these to your hearts content! There’s no need to do everything in this exact order

Have fun! :)

(Not included in the image) If one of the female VAs has a personal Minecraft series on their own channel, if they have OCs or a sona you know of, or if they stream, you can incorporate things from there as well. If you do this though, just make sure the piece stays mostly focused on TSBS

(Also not included in the image) If you do anything for any of these prompts, use the tag “TSBS ladies appreciation month 2025”, that way we can find everyone’s work :)

I’ll post the prompts under a cut as well, for anyone who needs that!

Favorite episode/video they’re in

Favorite moment of theirs

Favorite arc of theirs

Favorite quote/line of theirs

Favorite friendship they have with another lady

If you could give them a gift, what would it be?

Upgraded body

Upgraded or new outfit

Them with a different color scheme

Based on song lyrics

The VA meets a character they voice

Their favorite food

New job

They meet your self insert/OC

Create a candy/food themed off of them

Body swap w/ another lady

Outfit swap w/ another lady

Them as a fantasy/mythological creature

Vacation

Mall trip

Them as royalty

Costume party

If they were a different model (ex: Earth as a Ballora model, Roxy as a Puppet model, etc)

Spa day

Put them into a meme

Baking day

Girls night out

If they were evil

Comfort item

Family

Freebie

If you have questions regarding any of the prompts or rules, feel free to ask :)

[hazardsoflove]

truly if we’re mutuals i hope u know i cherish u with my entire being even if we’ve never/barely spoken and became mutuals like a day ago or we talk all the time and have been mutuals for years. i love u

[snoopyana]

she’s so cool.

l.sh. smut. he’s weird asf imma be so fucking honest. handjob. very unrealistic, it’s like an amateur porno.

“she’s so cool.”

sitting on the curb, sohee watched as you hauled bags from out of your car and set them on the front porch. pushing pieces of hair from out of your face before jogging back to the vehicle to carry another load to your house. he couldn’t explain it even if he wanted to, but every mundane activity was so much cooler when you did it.

resting his chin in his hand, he could really watch you all day. coming by antons’ house just to watch as you went on with simple tasks. like the time he watched you shovel snow from antons’ bedroom window. another to watch you repaint your front door, and once to just watch your shadow move behind the curtains. it was such a regular occurrence for sohee to come over and stare, that anton and his family decided to no longer question it.

opting to judge him instead.

“yeah and you’re so weird, stop staring.” digging his heel into sohee lower back, anton followed sohees’ gaze. although he always knew where he was looking, since he never looked anywhere else.

“if you like her so much, go and help her out.” after a few seconds of no response, anton went from staring at you, to staring at sohee. watching as he dramatically groped his lower back.

“oh come on, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

“yes it does!” sohee squealed before hunching over, clinging onto his torso.

“no it doesn’t!”

nudging him again, sohee managed let out an even louder wail. catching the attention of anyone nearby, including you from all the way across the street. dropping the bags into the entrance of your suburban home, awkward silence filled the street as the three of you stared at each other.

scrambling to his feet, sohee quickly brushed off his clothes — bumping into anton in the process. it was a weird sight. watching as they stumbled over each other, you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away.

staring was weird, staring was really weird. but what was the harm if he did it first?

giving sohee one last nudge, anton finally caught you silently watching. straightening himself out, he tried to do the same for sohee — making him stand up straight on his own two feet.

“go over, say hi.”

“what? what no!”

planting his hand on sohee back, anton looked up and down the road before giving the other boy one good push over the curb. forceful enough to have him slightly in the street, soft enough so he wouldn’t face plant in the middle of the street.

mouth covered in amusement, you watched as sohee visibly tensed. giving his body a quick shake before making his way across the street. stopping just before your driveway, it was as if a brick wall was keeping him from going any further.

“hey.”

“hey..”

a cold briize since shivers down sohees spine as he thought of what to possibly say. kicking up snow on the edge of the driveway, he thought back to earlier — and any other time at that. all the days he’d come by to watch, being told to go and help instead of just staring like a mad man.

if you like her so much, go and help her out.

quickly walking up to the patio, he stood at the bottom-step — peeking past you to eye the heaps of grocery bags that lined the entry way of your home. turning his attention away from the plastic mountain, his eyes zeroed in on your face.

oh how he loved your face.

taking note of the way your lips were slightly parted, teeth peeking through the small gap it created. the way your nose and cheeks were so obviously a few shades darker from chilly winds and snow, how your hair lined your face just perfectly — with a few loose ends clinging onto the skin of your face. noting how a few snowflakes settled and melted on your lashes, making your eyes flutter every-time a new flake made its landing. eyes shifting a little lower, he took note of the turtleneck that was snug against your skin, just barely hidden by the big puffer jacket concealed the rest of your body.

sohee really did love looking staring at you.

but staring was weird. and it was especially weird in times like this. times where he was being spoken to, but too lost in his own world to even realize. sure, he was looking directly at your face, but he failed to realize when your lips started to move. glancing over the way your eyes slightly narrowed, making your eyelashes graze over each other. the way you were repeating hey like a broken record.

it wasn’t until you were right in front of him when he realized. stumbling back, his pupils blew and he started to break a sweat at the proximity.

“hello?” glancing around, you couldn’t help but be concerned — and weirded out. watching as sohee came back to reality, it made you realize how odd he was.

but so what? everyone was a little odd.

making eye contact, you couldn’t help but smile a little. glancing down to watch his lips continuously open and close as he searched for his words.

“do you need help!” practically yelling, sohee quickly covered his mouth. his ears grew hot and red while the embarrassment grew in his stomach — and it wasn’t much help that you were now laughing. copying his movements, with your hand over your mouth.

laughing.

“yeah..” pausing to catch your breath, you quickly swiped away a few stray tears from your eyes, “yeah i’d love some help.”

nodding his head, for reasons he wasn’t sure of, he waited until you turned around and headed into the front door. making light-work of the stairs, he stood idle in the entryway of your house. glancing down the short corridor, the flicker of decorative lights caught his attention. the decorative christmas lights that decorated your living, that was in your house.

he was in your house.

kicking off your shoes and winterwear, you were nearly in the kitchen before realizing that sohee was still at the foyer — surrounded by grocery bags and shoes. just standing there. turning into the kitchen to place the bags you held onto the counter, you turned the corner to see he quickly shrugging off his coat and hanging it onto an empty space on the coat rack. scooping up a few of the bags, he was speed walking down the hall — a small, awkward smile on his face as he slipped past you to set them down.

bringing the final bag from the front, sohee watched as you put the items into their respective places. bending over to put something into one of the cabinets that lined the grand kitchen, or straining your arms to store something ontop the fridge. watching your sweater rise just enough for the skin of your back or stomach to make an appearance. he could watch you do this forever — but that was weird and he was weird for staring.

putting himself to some use, sohee grabs a random bag. placing the contents out onto the counter, he dawned on him that he had no idea where anything went. all his staring sightseeing, did him no good as he was only really watching you. never once sparing a glance to what you were putting away or where exactly you were putting it. looking over his shoulder, he began to feel nervous once again.

being so close to you felt so unreal. who knew it would have been this easy?

“hey, where does this stuff uh, go?” voice low, sohee watched as you stopped moving for a split second before turning around. stepping next to him, you rested your hand on his shoulder, examining the snacks and random cans that were once packed into a bag.

“uh, in the pantry.” giving him a slight nudge, you were back to shoving things into overcrowded cabinets and glass shelves of the fridge.

maybe he was just nervous, but who doesn’t know where cereal goes?

“thanks again uh..”

“sohee.” answering a little too quick, he fumbled with his shoes. seated on the floor of the entryway, he couldn’t help but watch as your shadow hovered around him — watching. slipping one shoe on, he reached across the room for the other.

“sohee, thanks for the help.” leaning down, your hands found their way onto his shoulders. the action sending shivers down his spine — making his whole body sit up straight . your fingers dug into the clothed skin before trailing down the remainder of his arms.

“you were truly a great help.” with your head on his shoulder, his focus had quickly shifted from the shoes in his hands to your hands on his torso.

“no problem.. it was my pleasure. really.” struggling to tie the knot of his sneaker, he was hyperaware of the way your fingers snuck under his shirt and brushed against his stomach. fingernails scratching against his skin, making his stomach cave in. unbuckling with his belt, his own hands came to unzip his pants. raising his hips, sohee was quick to pull down his boxers and jeans. a sigh of relief escaping his lips once his dick was freed from his jeans.

yeah, he was already hard. he had been for the longest, ever since your hands first made contact with him in the kitchen. but he was nowhere near embarrassed, more relieved. with every step he took, the rough denim shifted and rubbed against his aching cock — the thin layer of his boxers being no help. he made attempts to hide it, they weren’t the best attempts, far from it.

but at least he tried.

hips buckling, your thumb swiping over his slit caught him completely off guard. head lolling over, sohee tightly closed his eyes — enjoying the warmth that engulfed him.

“i did appreciate your help, but you’re kinda weird you know.” slowly pumping your hand around him, your lips brushing against the exposed skin of his neck.

“watching me take everything into the house.” the more you spoke, the faster your hand went. making his body twitch and spasm. “staring is rude, did anyone ever tell you that?” squeezing the base of his cock, earning a loud moan from the boy.

“oh shit shit shit, i’m cumming.”

sprawled out on antons bed, sohee could only stare up at the ceiling — watching as the ceiling fan. legs twitching here and there, a smile plastered on his face.

“dude, are you cool?” the bed sank as anton sat down in whatever space he could find. poking at the other boys side into he got an answer.

“anton.” sitting up, sohee propped himself up onto his elbows. making strangely awkward eye contact with the other, as if to try and send some sort of unsaid message. wiggling his eyebrows, sohee plopped back down on the bed — an untimely leg spasm following right after.

“oh. oh you’re so gross…”

hey.. how y’all doing….? miss me? i hope so, sorry if this was bad. like actually, i haven’t legitimately wrote something in months, i started this back in november. i was gonna post an older draft but i ended up hating it, so i just finished this. again, sorry if it was underwhelming? confusing? i tried my best and i didn’t wanna not give you guys something before 2025. and HEY, its my first sohee fic ever so.. thats a plus? so happy new year and pray for more stuff from me next year…