#super duper duper rough

[mellifera38]

Very quick and rough sketch tonight bc this episode really threw me (and I know I wont have time to sketch this anytime this coming week).

[friedrichnapier]

Little (and big) magical horses on Multiverse MLP Therapy session!

Silly MS sketch with AU MLP therapy gang!

I collected all characters that I know and that have a color reference, and as soon as new ones appear, I will add them to the canvas.

Princess of Gender Dysphoria - @beluvbug

Fluttershy doesn't want to be a pegasus - @ribbonzregretz

Princess of Weakness - @puppy-waves-art

The Super Duper Pony Pleaser/The Joker Card - @kandigored

Grounded - @lemoneychicken

Fallen Dashie - @zayn-darkshadow

Diamind in the Rough - @jaythebluegay

Viltriolic Mind - @generalconceptofacat

Celestial BurnOut - me

[taruruchi]

dropping my *coughs* hadestown au wips *coughs*

I say wips but idt I'll ever actually trace, color, and do all that for these, especially the first one. I was just trying to get the Thoughts out of my system 😭😭 (Side note: If you're confused by what are in the bgs, I hate bgs and did not try at all. Don't worry about it)

Also these aren't rly scenes or outfits from the musical, I just made them up bc I was caught up in the idea of younger Hades and Persephone KANJSKSNA

Alsooo @wakacacao tagging you bc. Obvious reasons and I can already feel you shaking me through the screen for not telling you abt these 😭

[iamthepulta]

I was really brave and finally got my emissions done ;-;

[pandorama-art]

The Pandorama shop is open, right in time for the holiday season 🎉🎉 Thanks so much for your patience! A few items, like the winter bird stickers and the pigeon enthusiast pins, will still be restocked sometime this month, but I didn't want to delay the reopening of the shop just for those items. If you can't find what you're looking for just shoot me a message and I'll see what I can do for ya 🌼 Pandoramaart.etsy.com

[3-2-whump]

One Last Little Sketchy Sketch before MerMay is Over

Hopefully I’ll draw more merpeople in distress next year. It’s not that I don’t like drawing mers, it’s that I didn’t have any time or creative brain juice this year 🙃 to a more bountiful catch next fishing season 🤞🏼🧜🏼🧜🏽‍♂️🧜🏽‍♀️🐟

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy friday ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ i hope everyone has a great day and it kickstarts an even better weekend ᰔ

[puppythinks]

doggy in heat who entices it's owner by being all cute and cuddly till it gets on top and then completely switches, roughly unzipping their pants and taking what they want. happily bouncing on their owners hard cock as it fills them up scratching the deep itch within in them with ever movement. enjoying itself till it cums and attempts too remain on their cock when the tables are flipped and as punishment it's owner starts ramming it till it's a sobbing drooling mess full of its owners cum.

[tizzymcwizzy]

finally finished classes and will be moving back home very soon!!! so after i recover from the fatigue of finals and moving expect some fanart maybe >:]

also me spam posting my final projects,, there's some im very excited to show yall 👀

[bitter-as-wormwood-13]

happiest short story ever written. for sale. cozy blanket. discounted

[rangergirl3]

When you get to the point in final-drafting your book and it’s ‘only’ 7000-8000 words, and you start talking to yourself:

Nah, I’m super excited, I just find it pretty funny, too. I mean I spent like five years on this but I guess that tracks. :-)

[rosicheeks]

You look like a perfect snowy day treat, a day inside where it’s warm with lots of cuddles and rough sex

❄️🥰

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

Morena Dekarios I love you

[worldsneverfilled]

Unspecified Entry: Lanyry, the City of Dust-Draft 1

//This is incomplete, but I think I'm happy with it so far??? It's a start, anyway.//

The entrance to the cave is usually hidden behind a solid stone doorway. It was once known that the only sound when opening them was from the wheels on the tracks that moved them.

Inside is a long hall with abandoned carts—or what's left of them. Mainly, there are just bits of metal from the wheels and axles with bits of crumbling wood attached to them here and there. Your cloak brushes against a piece jutting out in the path, and the sound of the wood breaking off the wheel and hitting the ground is thunderous. You almost come out of your skin at the noise, going stock still in the darkness and straining your ears to hear anything coming. After several minutes of silence, you continue.

On your second glance at the carts, you notice the broken bones and fragments of metal from old jewelry or buttons that had yet to rust away. They must have been worthless to looters with the incompleteness of the pieces. Likely, they would only be valuable to a historian or a collector with niche tastes. Once you notice the first set of remains, you begin to see them everywhere. It was as though everyone died where they stood. Sometimes, once humanoid figures could be seen near the bones or by themselves. The metal rusted away to dust in many places while some were still whole. It looked as though the scrappers and looters who came through here over the eons didn't think them valuable enough to take with them.

However, as you venture closer to one, you see a solid back cube that has fallen to the ground. It was still inside the body, but the figure was mostly gone. The cube had latches on it like there might be an opening somewhere, but when you reach down to try and open it out of curiosity, it zaps you.

You jerk your hand back, shaking and rubbing at it to get feeling in your fingertips again. You wouldn't bother the cubes if you found any more.

On the sides of the broken stone road, tracks are worn into the rock, a mark of years of use. Once ornately decorated with engravings embossed with gold, a few pillars lay broken on the floor, the gold scratched out by scavengers who dared to enter the abandoned city. On one of them, it looks like it was once vines with blooming flowers. Scratch marks encircle the center of the flowers where there are pits that may have held gemstones, but with whatever was there missing, it's hard to tell what may have once filled them.

You push on until you reach the gates to the city. They've long since collapsed, and you climb the rubble to get to the other side. When you crest the crumbling hill, you finally see the rest of the cave.

Buildings in neat rows make city streets; though some have fallen, others are, for the most part, still standing. The stone structures reach toward the ceiling like stalagmites, trying desperately to meet the stone above. They've all fallen short. Only once you venture further into the city do you see what looks to be the remains of rooms attached to the ceiling. They still cling to the top, persevering over centuries. Further in, there are dwellings carved into the walls of the cavern. They're not quite as grand, but they have certainly outlasted the ones standing on their own.

You see dozens of remains, more than dozens. They're everywhere, facing one direction like they were running or forced forward from a blast. Given that the cave hadn't caved in, then maybe an explosion didn't kill them. What were they running from? Metal and bone alike were situated the same; no one was spared or facing any other direction than the way you came. They were all making for the gate. Maybe you didn't want to know what they were running from.

The streets are lined in a perfect grid; it was once neat. The designs were simple, unlike the pillars at the entrance. The shape of the stone made up the design rather than the carvings, of which there were few. Perhaps they didn't survive the wear of time.

There is what appears to be a dry fountain at the center of town, though it has a deeper pool than most. Rusting metal structures reach out from the edges toward the center, forming a ring. Something was there at one time, but you will never know what. Either thieves took it or whatever was there was an organic material that had degraded into nothingness.

You gently run your fingers over the stone wall that made what you still assume to be a fountain. There are no dusty coins in the basin, but you see the outlines of a mosaic peering through the dust and rubble. Reaching down, you try to brush some of the detritus away to see if the image beneath it is still visible. The colors are gone, and the tiles are broken. Whatever image may have graced the floor is lost now.

The loneliness and isolation in here press on you. The sound of the dead was almost deafening; still, silent, and empty. Despite your efforts, your steps still seem to echo loudly in your ears, but not enough to drown out the silence.

[ghoulphile]

run rabbit run | c.h/the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 869 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; rough, mildly dubious consent (kinda?), dom!coop, bareback, cum play, degradation kink, biting, pet names (bunny), man-handling, doggystyle, drabble, coop's gotta fuck you full so the ferals can't smell you ➥ summary | "the drabble thing HNNNGH think about coop calling you bunny from the start bc he clocked that you were always a down for it and you not getting it until he after you fuck for the first time" ➥ notes | do not look @ me rn 🫣 i feel like i've exposed myself too much lol masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

He found the rabbit among endless dunes of rock and rubble; a frightened, jumpy little beast that required a firm hand to tame, and an even steadier one to control.

And while it would’ve been easier to dump ‘em at Super Duper Mart -- get his caps worth, pounds of flesh for vials of chem -- he took a shine. Now, what exactly it is about you that captured his attention so thoroughly, he can’t be sure (though he could hazard a few guesses).

What he does know is this: if it wasn’t for him, you’d have been killed a million times over by raiders, fiends, and ferals alike. Always finding your way into trouble as soon as his back is turned.

Like now.

So if he’s a little rough with you, it’s only because he had to haul ass half-way across the flooded district when he heard you scream.

Nevermind the hard lurch of his heart, the sensation of his stomach droppin’ to his feet. You were supposed to be safe, holed up in the building he cleared yesterday.

Surprise, surprise; you decided to go poking where you shouldn’t, and now he’s gotta rescue your dumb ass. Skidded around a bombed out building only to find you fighting off a small pack of ferals, their rotted hands scratching at your arms and their teeth gnashing at your face.

Goddamn it.

Same shit, different day.

“What did I fuckin’ say?” he snarls, chapped lips pressed tight against your ear as sharp hip bones rut into the softness of your ass. “You’re dumber than shit sometimes.”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t - hhahh, slow down - didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Your hands scramble for purchase, nail beds aching from how hard you’re digging at the dirt.

Shoved onto the ground, pants sagging around your thighs as a stray rock digs into your cheek, scraping up the tender skin. “Won’t do it again, I promise.”

The Ghoul snorts, delivers a stinging nip to the tip of your ear. Your reedy whine soothes some of the agitation but he’s still bristling, aggression threaded through with tendrils of panic he refuses to acknowledge.

“I highly doubt that.”

You hiccup, knees spreading wide as your back dips - trying to get away, to get closer.

The fat head of his cock keeps hitting your cervix with every stroke, little fissions of pain kissed pleasure racketing up your spine as he stretches you past your limits and fucks you open.

Your gummy walls swollen and raw from the constant friction of his shaft, the rad burns scraping your insides up. Clit aching and so wet you’re dripping, a damp patch of earth beneath you.

“No, promise I’ll be good!” You pant, the scent of sunbaked soil and stagnant water heavy in your nose. “Please, please, please.”

Everything aches, limbs sore from your tussle and pride bruised as sweat dapples your brow, sticks the fine baby hairs to the back of your neck.

A hand clamps down on your hip so hard bones grind, yanking you back into every punishing thrust. Heavy balls smack against your clit on the in-stroke, stoking the embers of your desire. Your toes curl in your boots.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, bunny.” The Ghoul grabs your elbow with his free hand, tugging you up into his chest so his chin hooks over your shoulder, breath puffing along the side of your cheek. “You just don’ know when ta learn. So I’m gonna have’ta teach you. An’ I’ll do it as many times as it takes, you hear?”

You sniffle, nuzzling the back of your head against his face. “I mean it,” you say. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know there’d be any ferals around. Was just trying to find some more food.”

Groaning, his hips kick forward in a softer grind, still so deep you feel him in your stomach - pussy filled to the brim with cock - but not as harsh as before. As close as you’ll get to an apology until he’s done.

“This is your fault - you got ‘em all riled. Now, we gotta make you smell like me so take your punishment like a good bunny 'fore I decide ta eat you instead.”

And you do, letting him rut into you until he’s satisfied, aching and so swollen by the end of it that he has to bully his way in with every thrust, your pussy clamping down and milking him for all he’s worth.

When he finally does pump you full, you’re dumb and dripping. Limp limbed and sagging into the ground - only held up by the cage of his arms. Thighs shaking and clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat as he wrings every last bit of pleasure out of you.

“Sometimes,” he says, sitting back on his heels to watch as his cum oozes out of you in a sticky rush, dripping down your folds, “I think dumb bunnies like you are only good fer one thing.”

You whine when his thumb whispers over your clit, caressing your folds as he gathers up his spend. Gently fucks it back into you with shallow thrusts of his fingers. 

“But that’s all right, I like ‘em a lil dumb.”

[goblinshawtyyyy]