#thank u for asking btw!!

[doodled0g]

Those Swansea memes reminds me of one thats like "Told my wife I was going to the bank, didn't tell her which one!" and it shows a guy at a river bank fishing.

anyone want more fishwashing

[solargeist]

SOLAR!!!!!! DRAW ZOMBIECLEO AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!! 🫵

...

also i love yourr artttttt:3

i tried !! hand it over !

[mail-me-a-snail]

severely sick rn with food poisoning but your medic art. is actively healing me. thank u for your service

your doctor is here ^_^ <3

[stealingpotatoes]

Because Ventress is still alive (I will not accept anything else) how do you think she’s been spending her years since we last saw her? Is she just vibing as a pirate or fucking with the Empire silently?

chilling

(commission info // kofi support!)

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[cimicherrychanga]

halloween party outfit btw :)

[rozenphox]

here’s the college au spawned and raven will show up later 👍👍

[artsymeeshee]

Oooooo! New profile picture! Love it ❤️

I am gremlin >:3

[boiledcaprisun]

I love all of your art but especially your Aradia n how you draw her eyes. Some sort of bug or perhaps a creature <3

[hypnogogyc]

hey hey hey lover

[dustybones]

So now we know how Lae'zel reacts to Shad breasting boobily... but how does Lae feel about the Shadowtum? Seems like soft bellies would be a rare sight among gith.

she likes it

[basketobread]

How does Lunara feel about... Lolth

not good lol

[solargeist]

Have you ever drawn etho? i think he would look really cool in your style!!

p.s. i really love your xelqua doodles <33

Etho from memory !!!!!

[1000dactyls]

TRANS HICCUP!!!! Him and Astrid are very t4t

berk’s power couple

[stealingpotatoes]

considering all the questionable asks youve been getting, heres one to balance it out(maybe)

draw

you want me, an artist, to draw???? that's so difficult anon, but i'll do it for you

[dipperscavern]

Real quick can we talk about Jon just... staring? like, his eyes are always on you. and, fuck, I mean, you can't complain

YES WE CAN. especially postres!jon omg….

it’s a piece of the protective nature that was always part of jon, but since he was betrayed by those he trusted, it’s been horribly amplified. he just can’t help but stare.

whenever you walk into a room, his eyes are the first to find you. and whenever he walks into a room, you’re the first person he looks for. you both could be anywhere with anyone and his gaze is tracking you. watching who surrounds you, how touchy they are, looking for any trace of discomfort that crosses your features, even if only for a moment.

maybe it has to do with the faint twinge of annoyance in the back of his mind whenever you’re not near. that uncomfortable buzz of his nerves knowing if something happened — if the sky began falling — you’re too far away for him to reach.

his rationality fights to speak sense to him, to tell him the odds of such things are so slim they’re laughable, but a voice like that has much of a harder time being heard when you’re involved.

jon never thought anything of the sort would happen to him, especially by the hands of people he swore oaths with; by a boy the age of bran. it never crossed his mind, why would it cross yours? the sky’s been stable since the first men, but what if?

he’s very silent about all this, of course. tormunds too deep in his ale & goats milk to notice how jon isn’t listening to his newest story of giant-fucking. if everyone else weren’t so fascinated by his narration of tits the size of the moon, perhaps they’d see their kings gaze hasn’t left their queen since the wildling began — has followed you, tracking your movements with eyes darkening every time someone gets too close.