#sorry im a bit late on this!!

[hugs-and-stabbies]

thank you so much everyone for the birthday wishes!!! ♥♥♥♥

Can't believe I was 20 when I started this blog and now I'm turning 25 🥺 It's weird to think that I've had this blog for a 5th of my life!!! 😳😳😳 thank you so much everyone that has been along for the ride with me whether for a few days or for all 5 years (if that's you, I'm kissing you so softly on your forehead rn!!! ♥) but yeah!! thanks again ♥♥ let's hope for many more years of self indulgently cute horror art hehe

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[industrations]

[sonchop]

ARE WE FINALLY GETTING MORE INFO ABOUT THAT MACAQUE AND SWK FIGHT??????!

I mean, oh shit we thought that it was kinda tragic thing BUT IT REALLY IS?? it seems that both of our monkeys have very painful memories.. and this "don't make me do this" oh shit

(and as we get some new info about macaque's powers from this chaos-sunny dude, things are getting more interesting..)

(aaaaand I'm SURE that sooner or later we WILL get more information.. yk this is kinda important not only for understanding macaque and wukong's relationships but for understanding characters themselves)

- fun memory?

- no..

SCREAMING CRYING I NEED MORE

[spear-gsun]

Happy 20 years to the Imperishable Night

[beeduoo]

i really like this meme

[ddeck]

um. hi guys @ivvmell @phi-guy @forcesensitivebantha @ominouspuff @dragon-subway @keldabekush @/tobytost (cannot tag :/) @sithbian @calamity-aims

thank you so much for letting me use your art styles. this was as hard as it was fun. apparently none of us draw armor the same way and this is beautiful

each of them separately is under read more if you want to look closer

thank you again. peace and love

[galacticsabc]

Trespasser got me thinking bout that bald elf.

[hazelnutnebula]

looking for something, little rat~?? ❤️✨

[auxwired]

HAPPY PORTAL 2 DAY!!!! 13 YEARS

alt vers under cut

[bsdladiesweek]

🌸 BSD ladies week 2025 prompts 🌸

the prompts for BSD ladies week are here!!

you may mix and match prompts for each day as you see fit, and interpret them however you wish so long as your creations follow the rules. BSD ladies week will run january 19-25, 2025. for posting, please tag this account + use the tag #bsdladiesweek2025 so we can reblog everyone's works!

happy creating💗

rules || faq

plain text prompts under the cut ↓

prompt list: (dates are in month/day format)

day one (01/19): casual wear/dress up || found family || fantasy au

day two (01/20): baking/cooking || post-canon/post-season 5 || band/idol au

day three (01/21): ability || tending to wounds || swap au (role swap, organization swap, ability swap, etc.)

day four (01/22): girls’ night/group hangout || blood || school au

day five (01/23): disability/chronic illness || festival || pirate au

day six (01/24): unexpected friendship || arson || beast au

day seven (01/25): aquarium || hiding a body || vampire au OR free day

[nicolloyd]

happy birthday ninjago you are officially a teenager! here is my kinda lame comic that took too long to make

[bigshotautos]

XxXEMO_LUV_4EVERXxX (for a collaboration with @jumblejunction!!!!!!!!!!!! )

[xiewho]

for the art reqs: fig and gorgug drinking smoothies after band practice? :D

they're on their 5th smoothie i think

[sorryimananti-romantic]

so i js finished re-reading biker!san with a friend n we NEED to know if san plays w reader or not

could you give a brief summarisation of how their story ends (or possibly a pt.2 👀)?

ahaha i read it again and i don't think i can do a full oneshot but what about a scenario? 👀

badboybiker!san x photographer!reader: (pt 1 here)

[recap: you're a photographer trying to get a shot of the golden hour for a little competition when a stranger offers to help you in any way he can. since he's a biker, you think his silhouette would make for a perfect shot and you ask him to model for you. you promise to treat him if you win some prize and he accepts on the condition that he let you take around on his bike. when he tells you his name- choi san- you recognise him as the 'bad boy' of the neighbourhood. even knowing that you should avoid him, you can't resist his charms and get familiar with him thru texts. you take him to the dinner and he gives you a ride home and when you mention that you would like to take a shot of the river next time, he asks if he can tag along- as an 'assistant'. you smile in answer]

one thing about choi san is that he knows how to get his way.

in the past few weeks, you learned a few facts about him- that his bike is his baby and no one can touch it without his permission, that only a selected few get to ride on it (which makes you wonder how you got into that list so quickly) and that he is a very fun person to be around. he has manners, he definitely knows how to treat a woman and he might be a little too good at it.

what you also learned from your friends was that he was the notorious playboy of the town, rumoured to have broken the hearts of many and having a repute for getting into fights, being involved with the wrong company and whatnot. you told yourself that these are just 'rumours' because what you heard is very different from what you've seen firsthand.

though... he is a flirt, whether intentional or not. you've convinced yourself that you wouldn't become another woman on his list if he is that sort of a person, that it is possible for the two of you to be 'just friends', however loose the definition might be.

because if you were just friends, you wouldn't be getting excited whenever you heard the buzzing of your phone around midnight. if you were just friends, you wouldn't feel disappointed to see someone else texted you or you wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't reply within a few hours. if you were just friends, your heart wouldn't skip a beat every time you saw that beautifully sculpted face of his with those dark tendrils of hair falling on his forehead, messed up from his helmet. you wouldn't be shy when you wrapped your arms around his toned, strong waist when on the bike or when you grabbed his muscular arms, realising just how broad he was. you wouldn't want him to continue teasing you, smiling at you, tucking your hair back so casually or leaning in to whisper things in your ears with that goddamned smile of his- even when the two of you were alone.

the thing was... that he caught your eye and now you couldn't get him out of your head. he claimed to be obsessed with you these days because you were funny and made him laugh like no one else, because you were natural and didn't feel like you were putting up a fake persona in his presence, because he could always talk about anything that weighed on his mind without any judgement. you told him you'd heard things about him and he asked you if you believed them.

"if there was any truth to it, you wouldn't be a completely different person from what i've heard."

but he was. and he felt so fucking guilty about hiding it from you. when you spotted a bruised lip and a cut on his cheekbone, you attended to him without questions. you believed him when he lied and told you that he had a little fall from his bike (he had a fight, actually) and he let you scold him for not being careful. when you worriedly scanned his body for other signs of injuries, he let your hands travel all over his body. and when he held your wrists to stop you because he couldn't take it anymore, he convinced himself that it really wasn't different with you, that he really only wanted to ruin you because he was so tempted by your naivety, that you would soon be one of the women he had played with. he kissed your wrist while repeating that mantra, watching your lips part in surprise.

that night, he tried to reason with himself. you were too good a person to lose by his foolish antics. you were a keeper, you were precious and if he made a foolish mistake, he would forever regret it.

that doesn't stop him from treading on dangerous lines. and he could blame you for initiating it, blame you for kissing him first and involving yourself with him when the phone in his pocket was still buzzing with texts he never responded to, with the number of people that either wanted to fuck him up or fuck him.

and you... you would blame yourself too. because how could you hold back? how could you not give in and simply kiss the boy who sat on the riverside beside you, talking with you as if you both had nowhere else to be? how could you not hold his handsome face and kiss his plump lips when he told you how much you meant to him and how he was afraid that he would make a mistake?

if he was afraid of making a mistake, then you would in his stead. all you wanted was to be with him, to not be held back by the rumours or the warnings of your friends, to listen to your heart for once, no matter how foolish that may be. so when he looked at you with those eyes, looking like a stray cat that just needed a little love, someone who would tend to him... all the hesitation left your body as you held his face and kissed his lips, the sound of the river and the wind soothing your nerves. he didn't kiss you back. you drew away- had you really made an irreversible mistake-

"you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

that voice. that voice that you only heard when he talked about himself- his warning voice.

"why don't you show me then? what am i getting into?"

and that was the final push for san- his vision almost blackened for a second as desire crept through every nerve in his body and he crashed his lips on yours, earning a surprised groan from you. soon, you were kissing him back and moulding your body to his, letting your arms snake around his neck while his hands traced every part of your body, determined to not leave a single place untouched. the way he kissed was all-consuming- rushed, desperate, passionate and needy. when you broke contact for air, he started littering kisses all over your face, trailing from your jaw to your neck-

"san- sannie. we have all the time in the world."

that prompted him to pause- and perhaps, you shouldn't have stopped him when his lips were attached to your neck because he simply switched his speed, gently kissing and sucking into the crevice of your neck, making you arch your back. he held your body flush to his, gripping your thigh and shifting you so that you were almost in his lap, all the while continuing with his administrations. you took that chance to let your hands creep up his neck, hold him and caress his hair- those soft hair you always wanted to touch. you kissed his temple while he continued to kiss your neck, only drawing away when he was satisfied, grinning at the sight of the bruising spot.

you, however, didn't feel like grinning back, not when you were too absorbed in the overwhelming feeling of your heightened senses. not when your stomach flipped uncontrollably. not when your hands, off their own accord, traced his toned chest, sliding down to his stomach to hold his waist and look at him.

"i want you."

san felt his heart sink- what had he done-

"i want you. all of you. not just your kisses and your body, but your heart, choi san. i want your heart."

did he think that he would ruin you? yes.

but did he, for a short second, perhaps a moment of enlightenment, think that you would ruin him?

absolutely. and he should have known better than to kiss you in answer.

he should have known better than to take you home that night.

he should have known better than to accept your invitation inside your house because no one was home.

he should have known better than to accept everything you offered him in the spur of the moment.

and he should have known better because once he got a taste of you... he couldn't stop.

[poppedbubblgum]

Here’s my piece for the @sthbigbang!! It was a ton of fun to be a part of and all the fics and artwork are amazing!

The fic is Growing Pains (& Defunct Planes) by @genesis-quoi, give it a read!

Other artists & pieces: @dunkinbublin (x), @pimppasta (x) - Check them out!