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[uncanny-tranny]

Learning to internalize the message above, but art is in all of our bones. If you feel afraid to create art because it won't be "good enough," it's worth it to explore why you feel that fear. Creating art is one of the basic impulses of people, and if you want to create art, then you absolutely must.

[nousanti]

@locustsummers you have conjured an image most powerful in my brain i had to share it

[800db-cloud]

PLEASE POST THE ONE MILLION DOODLES YOU ARE SHY TO POST /pos 🙏

sure thang o7 here are some i made that i think are good enough to post. can you tell who my favorite merc to draw is

re: the last comic: i have way too many spy hcs. Way Too Many. anyway here’s (BLU) spy accidentally traumadumping on his teammates. is he Alright.

[payasita]

gotta tell you I've kept going back to look at the UPA style drawings over and over today they just make me so happy (especially the thespius and clickclack. obviously. I am a predictable sap) anyway thank you it has been providing me free serotonin all day

AAA TYSM!!

also, HARD AGREE. it like. it Goes

It Goes. bright n colorful toony boys. the aesthetic timelines are close enough

[vakariaan]

♫ it's in his kiss ♫

[neostellarjpg]

On the caption on one of your beautiful pieces, you mention davesprite and nepeta having symmetrical traumas 👁👁👁 please enlighten me (if you wish)

nepeta suffers a very feminine loneliness, with a fixation on romance and an unrequited crush. she emulates the role of the selfless and giving love interest, but she knows that she has no actual chance of becoming this person.

davesprite is the same, of course, with the hero role. he's constantly emasculated by the narrative, and indirectly warring with his "better" self, whom his friends clearly prefer over him. his loneliness is based on jealousy and frustration in powerlessness, while nepeta's is a more wistful, passive yearning.

both try and fail to emulate feminine and masculine story roles respectively, and are able to access the opposite images in a more wholesome way when they become each other.

i tend to compare them through this story trope angle and how it relates to gender, but their actual upbringings are worth considering too 🤔 toxic masculinity was imposed onto dave by his abusive guardian, whereas nepeta was taught tenderness and affection by her lusus. but at the same time, her isolated living and the fact that she had to hunt for food with her bare hands is also pretty hardcore. in a way, traversing the wild and battling massive carnivorous alien beasts for her own survival could probably be considered her own kind of "training." that's why i draw her with lots of scars and stuff (though they're not visible in most of my uploaded art because she's heavily clothed lol). my davepeta design inherits physical scars from both of their components

[sky-is-the-limit]

Omg girl those firefighter headcanons 😩 can we have some for our Captain? The way you write them is so canon I can't get enough 😩

P: Chief!Price x F!Civilian Reader

CW:SFW/NSFW, Unprotected P in V, No prep

Notes: CFO = Chief Fire Officer.(Highest Rank)

Firefighter!Gaz

CFO!Price who would answer the call himself when he heard it was a gas leak late at night, figuring he’d handle it personally since it was quiet.

Arriving in the fire command vehicle, he'd knock firmly on your door, his expression all business, though his gaze softened when he saw you standing there in an oversized tshirt, hair tousled from sleep, with clear anxiety etched on your face. ''Alright, love, I’m here now.'' He’d say in that deep, reassuring voice of his. ''Let’s have a look, yeah?''

CFO!Price who would take his time checking every corner of your flat with intensive care, making sure to run every test twice. The whole while, he'd keep his eyes focused on the job but couldn't help the occasional stolen glance at your legs peeking from under that oversized shirt.

He’d feel a twinge of guilt when he caught himself staring a little too long, quickly averting his eyes and focusing back on his work. He was the Captain, after all. He couldn’t let his professionalism slip, at least not yet..

CFO!Price who would notice the way you bit your bottom lip, your brows furrowed with concern. So he'd make sure to use a softer tone when speaking, expression gentle, ''It’s all routine, don’t you worry.'' He’d murmur, even though his mind was racing with thoughts that made him shift uncomfortably. His blue eyes would meet yours just for a second, and he'd quickly look away, cursing himself for feeling like a rookie again.

CFO!Price who would be taken aback when you started calling him 'sir' in that sweet voice, finding it hard to keep his composure when you leaned down next to him, your eyes wide and curious as you asked about the equipment he was using. Your hand would brush his arm lightly, and he'd feel a warmth spread up his neck.

"You’ve got a knack for this, don’t you?" He’d joke lightly, his gruff exterior softening just a bit. When you offered him a glass of water and some homemade biscuits, he'd accept, just to see that radiant smile of yours.

CFO!Price who would pretend to stay focused on his tools but his eyes would keep drifting to where you sat on the counter, legs crossed in such a way that, if he were to look up, he’d catch a glimpse of those black satin panties.

He’d clear his throat, trying to banish the thought, but the idea of those soft thighs squeezing around his head would be driving him insane. He’d have to remind himself he wasn’t some 20-year-old who couldn’t control his urges.

CFO!Price who would raise an eyebrow when you mentioned paying him for his time, knowing full well that there’s no charge for fire department inspections.

''There’s no need for that, love.'' He’d say, his eyes narrowing slightly at your playful tone but when you’d lean in with that cheeky grin, batting your lashes and saying there must be something you could do to thank him for his hard work, he'd feel his resolve slipping.

CFO!Price who would tell himself that no one needed to know, that after years of maintaining his professionalism, he could afford this one indulgence. After all, he was still a man, and you were making it clear that you wanted him as much as he was starting to want you. He’d fight the internal battle, reminding himself that he deserved to experience this, just this once.

CFO!Price who would, after washing his hands and ensuring everything was safe, start walking towards you with a different purpose. The job was done, but he wasn’t ready to leave and so, his hand would slide onto your thigh, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingers. He’d take your chin in his other hand, lifting your face to meet his gaze, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. ''I can think of a few things you could do to thank me, sweetheart.''

CFO!Price who would find himself captivated by your insistence that no prep was necessary, your body already so aroused that you needed nothing more.

When he dropped his uniform pants and guided your hand into his boxers, the sudden touch of his erect cock against your palm would elicit a gasp from you. The size and heat of him would make your previous confidence waver, but your need would drive you to dismiss any hesitation.

CFO!Price who would guide your delicate hand along his thick, throbbing length, his breath catching as you explored every inch of him. The intensity of your touch and the way you traced his girth would make his second thinking crumble further. He’d watch your expression closely, his eyes dark with desire as he discovered how eager you were for him.

CFO!Price who would murmur, "Such a good girl for me." as he pushes you back onto the counter, his broad hands firmly spreading your thighs apart. Your pussy’s already dripping, slick coating your inner thighs, and he groans low in his chest, soaking in the sight of you, so ready, so needy for him.

His cockhead nudges against your entrance and he’s got his eyes locked on you, taking in every little gasp, every flutter of your lashes as he sinks the first few inches into your tight heat. Your walls stretch around him, clenching down hard, and you let out a sharp moan, nails biting into his biceps.

CFO!Price who would slide his hands under your ass, gripping tight as he pushes deeper, stretching you open inch by inch. The burn of him is overwhelming, but your wetness makes it easy, makes you crave it. He'd whisper rough and focused, "You feel that, love? So tight, so fucking perfect for me."

Each word is like gravel, setting your skin on fire as he thrusts in fully, hips meeting yours with a sharp smack that has you crying out. Your back arches, tits pressing up against his chest, and you can feel the rumble of his groan vibrating through you.

CFO!Price who would pull back just to thrust in hard, setting a slow, punishing rhythm that has your thighs trembling around his waist. His cock drags against your slick walls, every inch filling you perfectly, hitting spots that have your toes curling. You're dripping down onto the counter, the lewd, wet sounds of your slick mixing with his grunts and your high-pitched moans.

"Fuck, John-" You whimper, your voice breathless as your fingers curl into his hair, tugging him closer. He rewards you by sucking on your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he mutters filthy praises against your ear.

CFO!Price who would grab one of your legs, pushing it up against his side, opening you even wider for him as he pounds into you harder. You can feel every ridge, every vein of his thick cock stretching you out, and it makes you gush even more.

His rough thumb would come down to press on your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that have you bucking your hips against him, chasing that high.

CFO!Price who would watch you, absolutely wrecked and spread out for him, his name a desperate cry on your lips. "Look at you, taking me so well." he'd growl out thick with lust. "Knew you were trouble the moment I saw you."

CFO!Price who would feel you tighten around him, your walls squeezing as you edge closer to that peak. He’s relentless, plunging into you so hard you see stars, your mind blanking out from the overwhelming pleasure.

His thumb on your clit speeds up, pressing down harder. "Come on, love," he’d urge, strained with his own mounting need to fill you up. "Cum for me. Show me how much you fucking need this." And you do as he says, your body locks up and then you’re cumming, gushing around him with a yelp that has your nails digging into his back.

CFO!Price who would keep thrusting through your orgasm, your pussy gripping him like a vice, milking his cock. His thrusts become erratic, hips snapping forward with a desperation that sends shocks of pleasure shooting through you.

He’s close and you can feel him throbbing inside you, thick and heavy. "Gonna fill you up, yeah?" he’d grunt, his pace frenzied now, chasing that final high. And with a few more deep, rough thrusts, he’s spilling inside you, his hot cum flooding your already slick walls.

CFO!Price who would stay buried deep, both of you panting and spent, his cock twitching as the last ropes of his cum seep out of you. He'd lean down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his beard scraping against your sweaty skin. When he finally pulls away, breath ragged, he’d rest his forehead against yours, giving a light chuckle. "That’s one way to thank your local fire department, eh?"

[jeeaark]

Hi just here to gush

I love your art so much, the panels are so incredibly alive and colorful, i dont know how to explain it but there is so much love and passion in everything you seem to do. Sometimes I randomly think about the "please, continue" raphael comic and get this tight feeling in my chest because it's literally stunning. The colors! The movements! The Greygold! I never gave a shit about the Emperor but boy do I now because of your comics!

You dont have to respond to this publically or anything but I just wanted to hop in and say that you inspire me so much as an artist and I love going through your catalogue and rereading the whole thing ^-^

[snoopyhq]

i literally love your writing sm omg,,

i was wondering if you could write viktor helping reader get over a bad breakup?

sorry if that's a little vague-

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my my guy

type: viktor x reader (slight jayvik x reader if you want to squint, but this one is viktor centric 🐺)

summary: fic of viktor comforting reader after a bad breakup

word count: 1527

a/n: guys, you know what's crazy? i LITERALLY broke up with my ex recently, wow. this ask and my response is going to be bit personal to be quite honest with you guys 😭 i'm much better off, trust, but damn, it's still awful. i hope you're feeling better and finding all the little joys you deserve, tumblrina

Skip. Skip again. [2 seconds. no. skip]. Skip skip skipskipskip

Your finger mindlessly hit the button. No matter what song it was, your mind simply didn't care for it. Even if it was your carefully curated masterpiece of breakup songs-made just for the occasion-your heart just couldn't muster the energy. You were usually able to lose yourself in song. To ease your emotions into the carefully crafted motifs made through measures and lines.

Not today though.

When you think about Before, all you could feel was, well... nothing. There wasn't an ounce of sadness you could summon. That emptiness welling up inside you felt crushing, like being held beneath water and pushed further and further down at an agonizing pace.

The heaviness took its toll.

You had promised yourself that what happened that fateful day stayed between you two, and the ever faithful pages of your well-loved journal. No one else would be privy to the way your heart found a way to break into a million new fragments.

So far, it's worked.

You kept to your usual routine. You interacted with your friends, you kept up appearances, and made an effort to at least look like your life wasn't slowly losing color day by day. That didn't mean everyone was immune to the walls you were so good at putting up.

Jayce had been the first one to voice his suspicions out loud, to Viktor of course. He had expressed his concern for your wellbeing after you had spent an entire afternoon hardly responding, and only after multiple repeats of your name did you focus on any conversation directed at you. Viktor agreed, having observed that too.

You had unconsciously begun gravitating towards larger groups. You didn't give yourself moments alone with anyone. That would make it harder to pretend you were fully ok.

Jayce began giving you extra attention after he and Viktor reached the same consensus. Giving you more desk space, inviting you to sit with him, and bringing you food without you having asked. You were grateful, and made sure to tell him for every deed. Viktor was more subtle in his care, but his calming presence was there.

Waiting to walk with you out of the lab so you wouldn't be alone. Deliberately changing the music he usually played to songs he knew you liked. Leaving small, unsigned notes of encouragement around for you to find.

Everyone was so sweet, and you couldn't help but feel worse.

You weren't stupid. You figured out that they had figured out that there was something deeply wrong. You just didn't want them to ask. So, with that worry now in mind, you doubled your efforts to pass off as A-OK. You started joking around with Jayce more, and hovering over Viktor's shoulder to pester him while he worked on recording his notes for the day. He would grumble and bat at you, but it was half-hearted at best.

Viktor and Jayce would exchange small glances, subtle nods. They were both glad you were back.

Except you weren't.

You hadn't expected the radio to switch to Your Song. As the familiar chords progressed and the romantic lyrics played, everything you repressed for weeks finally came to the surface, gasping and clawing at your throat for air. You broke down completely, your body wracked with grief.

Your head fell forward on the wheel, and you had to resist the urge to scream until your throat and lungs collapsed.

Why did it, what went wrong, blame him, blame you, blame whoever and whatever, it happened anyways and there was nothing to be done now, it's OVER so why?

The parking lot was empty. That was the only tangible thought you could form, the truth a small comfort.

Except it wasn't.

The universe really thinks it's got jokes, huh?

His amber eyes were fixated on your vulnerable form. His brows furrowed, his mind already racing to figure out everything in front of him. There was no way this was a new, sudden bout of sorrow.

With his shoulders set, he picked up his brisk pace, not stopping until he was beside your car. He rapped on the window with his hands, startling you out of your misery.

At first, all you could do was stare. Curse your luck. Viktor was witnessing your breakdown in Real Time. Your face was streaked with tears and snot and probably some unholy mix of eyeliner and whatever remained of your carefully constructed look for the day. You rolled down the window.

"... 'Sup?" you croaked. It sounded just as pathetic as it felt.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

You unlocked the passenger door.

For a moment, there was only a long, tense silence. Finally, he broke it with a wordless hug. And gods above, did you need that. You knew he wasn't someone who freely gave away his touch, so you made sur to cherish this.

Wiping your eyes, you reached over and changed the music, raising the volume up until it was enough to shake your poor car. You didn't care.

Neither did Viktor. He would wait for you, until you were ready to say what you need.

"It's over," you finally blurted out, barely audible.

Viktor sighed, and lowered the music.

"We broke up," you said again.

Ah.

"I don't know. I think deep down, we always knew it was inevitable. I think I did, at least. Our goals were never going to align. I don't think he saw a future where I could fit, despite all the compromises I've made for him. Why did I let myself do that? For love?"

You laughed at that. It sounded so ridiculous when you voiced it plainly. No more justifying it to yourself for hours on end. Just you and Viktor, in the safety net of darkness your car provided, the treeline the audience to your eyes.

"Don't get me wrong. I did some damn awful things too. I let things drag on for much longer than they should've gone. I held out for nothing and all that did was make it worse. How could I have been so foolish? I used to think I was somehow above the petty strains of heartbreak. I mean! I read the books. I watched the shows. I observed and I listened and I took every damn precaution at every turn, and it still ended like that."

You took in a shuddering breath.

"In all my obsession with being prepared, I forgot to pay attention to the aftermath. I don't know how to heal. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I have tried so, so hard to find myself again after everything. And I'm reasoning it with the fact that my dopamine neurotransmitters have conditioned me to feel the motivation and reap the rewards that love offered, making the sudden loss of a romantic relationship so terribly hard to adjust to. But that's not enough, Viktor. I can't comfort myself with a bullet point list. What is wrong with me?"

Viktor let you talk. He listened, taking it all in and turning it over carefully in his head. When there was a lull in your confessions, he spoke, carefully choosing his words.

"I believe a good start would be to find your support system, and to let us in, even if only a little bit. You have Jayce. You have me. Let us remind you that you aren't alone," he said gently.

"And another thing. You are correct with your statements. This grief and inability to cope with loss can be reasoned with psychology. You can acknowledge that both of you did awful things. You can say and do all you want to remain as impartial as you can, so you don't end up worse for wear, but it is ok to also acknowledge you were hurt."

"Not everyone you love or have loved treated you like they should have. And I believe letting that truth overshadow your neutral acknowledgement will help you heal. Your self worth is in shambles. That is heartbreaking. You are a brilliant aspect to so many lives. Never doubt that, and never diminish that."

He somehow knew all the right things to say. Sweet, brilliant Viktor. You could feel your eyes welling back up with tears.

"Thank you. You're right. Finally telling someone has made me feel lighter. I do feel better. You're a wonderful friend to me Viktor. I can never thank you enough," you whispered, your voice breaking as it trembled.

"No need to thank me," his hand found yours, giving it a grounding squeeze. "When you're ready to talk about it some more, I will be there. If you choose to never think of that terrible time again, then that is ok too. Whatever you choose to do, know you are supported. You are loved, and not just for circumstance."

With that, it was like the clouds could finally begin dissipating. Your music slowly cranked back up. You start the engine again, your drive back to the dorms no longer blurred by tears. For the first time since it happened, you felt like you could finally see again.

[hyakunana]

Let's just say I got hit by them once again 🐮🦝

[wayfayrr]

I absolutely adore your link self awake AU and cant stop thinking about reader having adhd and get distracted all the time.. that is a big mood for me

I got curious of how would the links react to reader if they boot up the game just to use them like a white noise for reader to sleep?(i do that alot),,,

Or with the rage quit one, but instead of reader just rage quitting and turn off the game completely, they just go non verbal, lay and took a power nap(maybe if i take this nap im miraculously better kinda way) and doesnt turn the game off either

Im sorry if my grammar is bad awuu,, English is not my first language,, and i wanna tell you agaon that i really love your writing!!!

You think that wouldn't be their most favourite thing? not only are you letting them stay while you're at your most vulnerable but you're giving them more time to try and find a way out - and to get out without causing you as much panic. if it's something that you do often then there is a very high chance that one morning you'll wake up with a link laying on top of you with the proudest look on his face, he did such a good job didn't he? Won't you simply give him some praise for it?

and if you stepping back from the game like that doesn't just give them the final push to do something about their situation :3c

*tap tap tap* "[name]? [name], I'm going to get out now if that's okay." They're really asleep then, well. No point in wasting the chance I have is there? who knows when I'll get another one. "Okay just, gotta get through this barrier, it's solid so if I just" Focus so that you can move how the 'camera' to above you then just. Ascend should work, it's never failed me before. And then I'm through, I - it worked. it worked and I'm finally out? "ouch- should've thought about the landing..."

[castaway-clan]

Pspsps hey kid, heard ya liked the last batch, wanna get another one?

Putting these inside my mouth and running

[alexhasalotofthoughts]

My show was filmed. I am a movie star now. No big deal. My mum literally fell asleep during the first act (lol).

I am now on a train. Cookie for dinner. It was the only food we could find.

✨Photography is my passion.✨

[cementcornfield]

beat writers talking about ja'marr teasing joe in the locker room after the game 🥲

[deerspherestudios]

Thanks for creating my new hyperfocus! (Seriously, I feel the need to absorb absolutely EVERYTHING I can about this game, tysm)

Ask: If a child "adopted" Mychael (Consider him a brother, despite his unique appearance), how would he react?

Oh, interesting question! I think,, he'd be kinda put off in the sense of,,, why would you wanna do that? Adopting? Establishing family bonds? With outsiders?? How does that even work you weirdo. Gosh humans are strange.

If you're close with him, he'd be interested to see how it pans out (though he's confused why you can't just be friends instead of having this weird adopted sibling relationship) If you're not that close, he'll just dismiss the idea entirely.

[somegrumpynerd]

Aww 🥺💘 dadmare taking care of his sons overgrown hamsters is just the most adorable thing ever! And your Art is so very lovely too!! 🥰 thank you for such cuteness. 💕

Ahskbdkbgkjdbkj thank you!!! <3

I'm pretty sure this is in reference to this (sorry it took so long to answer) and here's another doodle since you're so sweet and kind

Doesn't know how to be affectionate with a parental figure VS doesn't know how to be affectionate at all FIGHT