#soft effects

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[ssalballoon]

Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

poor gale :'(

- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly

- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!

- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)

- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

most of the time, jason todd likes to fuck you in positions where you have to take him at his pace. usually, it means trapping you under his huge frame, using his strength and size to keep you where he wants you. sometimes, he’ll have you face-down, ass-up, so he can watch the way his cock stretches you when he splits you in half. he uses his hands to keep your hips in place, so your whining and squirming doesn’t interrupt his view of your dripping cunt gripping him like a vice.

other times, he likes to pin you down on your back with your legs pressed against you, so he can alternate between staring at your pretty pussy and your pretty face. god, your face. his guilty pleasure is seeing how your eyes screw shut when he bottoms out inside you. “look at me, ma,” he commands, turning your head towards him by your jaw. when you finally muster up the strength to meet his stare, he likes to press a chaste kiss against your lips with a cocky grin—a small reward for the way you’re taking his merciless pounding.

but despite jason’s affinity for roughness, his favourite moments are those that unfold somewhere between midnight and sunrise, when you’re wrapped in his arms in nothing but his shirt. your leg is draped over his side as he rocks into you gently, and the room is silent except for your breathy moans and his soft grunts. you’re held against him in a warm embrace as he mumbles something about how much he loves you, his exhaustion muffling his words. you can’t help the sleepy smile that overtakes you at his tenderness, knowing you’re the only one he reserves it for.

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[magicaledford]

I will not pretend to understand my dreams, but this one in parcitular wouldn't leave me alone, where @patricia-taxxon invaded my dreamscape.

[elllteo]

That voice has taught you wrong.

You can't outrun yourself, you can't guilt yourself away until you are left with someone "good".

You can't cut away a shadow, it will follow where you go.

You can't treat yourself like a solvable problem.

You are unfixable.

You were never broken to begin with.

Just taught wrong.

[patetic-club]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ @patetic-club

" 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟

𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝐼

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ - 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 -

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[bearforceone3]

virmire survivor duo doodle for n7 day

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

"Fucking hell, Phantom," Dash breathed, running his hands over his face several times before dropping them, "Would it kill you to say hi like a normal person?"

Danny didn't know what to say to that. So Phantom watched him a moment more, completely mouthless, until something that looked very much like regret crossed Dash's face. He pulled his knees up to rest his elbows on, and rubbed his neck, his mouth twitching in a way Danny could only associate with nervousness.

"Er," Dash said, averting his eyes away from Phantom, "Sorry, that wasn't cool, huh? Since you're dead and all."

Danny blinked. He didn't know what he had expected, but it definitely hadn't been that. The thought hadn't even occurred to him to be offended in the first place. Even if he had actually been fully dead, he doubted it would have bothered him in the slightest. Maybe he would have even spun a tale about how he had actually died while trying to greet someone properly for the very first time, and made it as dramatic as possible in the process.

But… this was actually the first time he could remember Dash actually apologizing to him about, well, anything. Even if it wasn't teeechnically Danny he was apologizing to. So Danny didn't know what to say or do in response other than raise his eyebrows- or what semblance his ghostly form had of them anyway.

Then Danny shifted, crossing his arms in front of him on top of the locker. His fingers gently clinked against the metal, and Dash glanced up, doubt creeping into his eyes. Then Phantom opened his mouth slowly, with a manufactured sort of creakiness to the movement, as if he hadn't done so in a good, long while.

"Hi."

Fanart for You Wouldn't Like Me Alive by @ectoplasmranch because holy shit it is! So! Good! I binged all 100,000+ words in 3 days. Seriously amazing work.

[ohno-the-sun]

Brain empty only fish 🐟

[zet-sway]

@chimeowrical made my entire month with this GORGEOUS COMMISSION (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠) thank you so much!!! You have the best timing! It's Valentine's Day and these two nerds are in love (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

[tibby-art]

Just curious. On your awesome pic of Bkau! Grian and Scar, what traditional media did you use? The colouring looks so clean and very soft on the eyes

tysm! i line with an inking pen and color with alcohol markers. i also touch it up digitally on ibispaint. im away from my tablet for a few days so i’ve been doing my artfight attacks traditionally :D

[maxyvert]

🐟Mermay 11-13🐟

🐟1-2🐟 🐟3-4🐟 🐟5-6🐟 🐟7-8🐟 🐟9-10🐟 Sketch comparison under the cut-

[revelisms]

Lil' comic of a scene from a fic I haven't gotten around to writing.

(basically Vi and Jinx have reconciled, Silco is alive, and Vi is begrudingly finding herself beginning to look up Silco as a mentor/father figure. She accompanies him on an errand run, one of which winds them up at the old cannery, and emotions bubble up biiig time 🥲)

[ingravinoveritas]

The Daddy energy of it all. Fucking hell...

[angermango]

PopTEpic Huldra Bros edits be upon ye