#thanks for asking ;v;

[another-heroine]

Lannya, dinner, if you feel like doing it🥰

Besides learning how to make rat-shaped pastries (his especiality), Lann improved his cooking skills thanks to Katya. When he was living with his tribe, not only the food was rare but seasoning as well. After joining her group and observing the druid mixing herbs both in potions and stewpot, he started to reproduce her recipes.

Obviously she noticed it quickly, after all he is too clumsy to pretend he is not looking at anything she does, but Katya also pretended she didn't see it and started subtly to give him more hints to improve more and more.

[batbabydamian]

Obsessed with little Lima Bean Baby Dami. I feel like Bruce would pass out from cuteness if he witnessed his child looking like that.

Talia should send Damian's baby pics to Bruce lol

[nortedwayfinder]

Can I just say how much I adore the way you draw characters hugging, they look so squished in affection

You know what time it is

HUG APPRECIATION POST

[wardingshout]

Maybe a Ravio?? He gives me life, maybe he can give you life.

Ravio for you ! :D

I don't actually know too much about him but his outfit looks very cuddly sleepy-ish...

[snowluvvie]

hi snow!! i cant wait for your vday event hehehe♡

could i get a chocolate lava cake with c+j for rafe pls (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

₊˚⊹ ♡ . NSFW ALPHABET (C, J) w/ RAFE CAMERON

₊˚⊹ ♡ . MDNI 18+. warnings — fem!reader, unprotected p in v, cumming on face, light overstimulation, m. masturbation

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum, basically

Rafe is, to his core, gross. In this particular area, he's possessive and unashamed of the ways he shows that—no matter how messy they can be. Like pretty much every other guy you know, he'll take every opportunity to fill you up by cumming inside of you, overstimulating you to the point of whining and attempting to crawl away—unsuccessfully, of course—while he stares at the way your hole swallows him up and how his cum dribbles out of you as he tries to fuck it deeper inside of you.

If you won't let him finish inside, he throws a fit, but it's a short-lived fit before he's badgering you about where else he can cum. As long as it's degrading, he isn't a picky guy. Your face is a top choice whenever he can convince you, you'll never get the look on his face out of your head as you watched with your knees on the ground. His eyebrows scrunched up, mouth falling open as he stroked his angry red cock an inch away from your face. You closed your eyes to let him paint your lips and cheeks with white ropes of cum, but the picture was still crystal-clear in your mind.

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

Porn is great and all, but Rafe has absolutely no shame pulling up a random girl's Instagram page and jerking off to that. Genuinely, he only has to meet you once to run straight to your social media when he's lying in bed that night, room dark except for the dim glow of your profile on his phone illuminating his face. He scrolls past any bikini or full-body pictures you have up—ignoring anything he deems to be "bait" for that sort of thing. It has to do with his ego, like if he thinks you posted something specifically to be sexy, he ignores it.

No, he goes to whatever cute pictures you have up. A pretty pic of just your face. Smiling, laughing, innocently sipping at your drink. He imagines that pretty face underneath him, how your eyebrows would furrow and your mouth would go slack as you fell apart while he was fucking you. He stares at pictures of you with happy, glimmering eyes, and imagines what they would look like rolling back into your head as he speared you on his cock. That's what's running through his mind as he's stroking his dick, his bedroom near-silent aside from his quiet groans and the slick sound of his hand moving up and down.

Rafe cums into his fist looking at your innocent, smiling face, and he doesn't feel bad about it in the slightest. He's the type to tell you, actually—tactlessly, the second time you're hanging out or some other time that's way too early. "Yeah, that pic you have up, from a couple weeks ago—the one where you're smilin' real cute. Blew my load to it, hard." Pig. You're shocked, halfway between offended and scandalized and maybe a tiny... tiny bit pleased about it.

[yescking]

I just thought of something funny for your streamer au.

I know people are able to live stream on YouTube (or wherever Pure Vanilla is at), and I imagine that Pure Vanilla does a stream once in a blue moon. Whenever he does stream it is either him tending to his plants, or playing some type of farming or animal crossing type game (but that rarely happens).

Whenever Pure Vanilla does decide to stream, I can just see Shadow Milk just dropping anything to immediately watch. Does not matter if he is hanging with someone or streaming at that moment, he is like “ALRIGHT SHOWS OVER, GOT TO GO!!” And just books it to his bed. No one knows he does it, not even the other beasts streamers (though he can rarely get out of ending the stream early when he streams with them. That causes him to act like a person who just lose their lover at sea). Everyone is trying to figure out and theorize why he randomly does it, (except for perhaps Black Sapphire and Candy Apple) there is even someone posting their theories or ideas on it like that meme ‘I don’t need sleep I need answers!’ Meanwhile Shadow Milk is just vibing, Pure Vanilla is streaming and just read his donation! He can die happy now!

Sorry if this is too long.

YESSSS YES. YES i think pv does those yt stream too! maybe like 1-3 times bc the kids asked him to but still... also the animal crossing idea is so nice i totally believe it! and yes smilk drops EVERYTHING and glues to his screen

[nightwonder7]

I love your Norton and Ithaqua's beefs so much XD thank you for making those!!!!! Your artstyle is so expressive and moveable, the comics are a joy to read! :D

Aww thank you so much!! ;//W//; I'm so glad to hear! How this beef came to be was actually so random cause it's such an unlikely duo. But they are fun to draw, and I love it whenever people are referencing the comic where it all started XD

[to-spend-time]

Do you take art requests? 🥺

I wounder if you could draw adamil? I love your art style so much its perfect on idv characters 😭😭

Say no more Anon ✍️🚶‍♀️

Here's some doodles for Adamil nation

[an-albino-pinetree]

CarnivalFreakshow Jax putting on clown makeup and doing this thing:

"Actually, Cassidy, I am busy" vine

I had a plan for this as soon as I saw it-

I did just freakshow, instead of FC!

🤲🏻 Diva clown,

and a splash of ragaribbons for @hootbon -v- 💜

[umblrspectrum]

this has been on my todo list for actual goddamn months. do you know how long i've been waiting to draw this fucking t

[stealingpotatoes]

plz we need tutorial how you draw characters please please please please please please i will order u a bag of potatoes please please please

i think my process is better than any tutorial I could give, so here's the timelapse for my may the 4th art!!!!!

[daily-grian]

I offer bird to ease your pain in these trying times

Hope you feel better soon, your blog has been one of the things I look forward to seeing each day

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[rusquared]

love that guy.

[deerspherestudios]

Theory kind of? Or at least a possible explanation for why Mychael is hostile to his own species.

It's both instinctual and personal.

Mushrooms do three things well:

1. Stay in place.

2. Eat a lot.

3. Multiply.

We don't know a lot about #3 yet, but throughout the game #1 and #2 have been stressed to be something Mychael cares about deeply.

1. His cabin. A place he worked very hard to call him home after all these long years. His safe space. "Finally permanent, for once."

2. Him cooking. His cooking has always been something I loved about him, and he clearly takes pride in it as well (as he should,) and the game makes it a point to show how good at it he is. And of course, how much he enjoys eating.

When different mushroom species interact, sometimes it can lead to chemical warfare where one species releases toxins that are harmful to the other, so they could have as much nutrients and territory as possible without competition.

Mychael is a mushroom, somehow. So it wouldn't be too big of a stretch to say he's got the instincts of one.

So imagine your instincts telling you to stay rooted in one place, but you're forced to run, hide, and flee for your life. Imagine they tell you to eat, but due to all the running, you've got to get by just on what you can scavange up. How many years has he spent like that? Decades, maybe? More?

Then he finally had it. He had a place to call his own, a safe harbor he poured blood, sweat, and tears to. In this harbor, he's free to do what he wants, eat what he wants. He finally started to live rather than just survive.

But then there are the rival mushrooms, coming into HIS home, HIS part of the forest, threatening HIS livelihood (somehow? Maybe?) Which he's spent so long trying to achieve. I'd hate them, too.

For Mychael, it isn't just instinctual. It's personal. We've only seen him react to the mushroom ring, though. How bad would he react if it was another grown member of his species like him?

He calls them an "invasive species," but would that mean he is as well? They're clearly related somehow.

He has this "Will of the forest" attitude about him, but as a mushroom (or... plant or,,,, something) himself, wouldn't he be a part of that will? There's a clear distinction between himself and the forest, as the forest provides, and he consumes.

🍄🍄🍄!

[snowluvvie]

hiii may i pls req a strawberry shortcake with clark kent?

p.s. love ur blog<3

— with love from @preyingfaes / @fae-of-prey (sorry my main is shadow banned so i can only send messages on anon)

₊˚⊹ ♡ . Clark invented being gentlemanly and all-American, Valentine’s Day is a time for him to shine that's second to only your anniversary and Fourth of July ( shirtless at the grill, you get it. ) the two of you are so gross on Valentine’s Day. he's bringing you breakfast in bed and you're eating all giddy-like, stopping to kiss in between bites and he's holding your legs between his while you eat, like he can't stand to stop touching you, even for a moment. while you're out on your date during the day, you run into one of Smallville's other couples, and the girl is shooting a sidelong look at her boyfriend when she sees the way Clark treats you. sure, it's normal for him to do everything for you—every door opened, jar opened, heavy object carried—it's days like this that just emphasize it and make you stare at him in wide-eyed wonder, trying to figure out how he ended up this way. ( lots of boys are raised on farms, and they're not all Clark Kents. ) when he's fucking you on the barn couch that night, and you're digging your fingernails into his shoulders like he's gonna run away, he's babbling away in your ear, waxing poetic between moans and whimpers about how much he loves you. even when you're falling asleep that night—you're more than tuckered out after that—he's keeping himself awake mumbling to you about "all the rest of our Valentine's Days." next year, and the year after, and the year you get married, and when you have your own house, and when you have kids. what can he say? he's a forward thinking guy—you're perfectly happy to just live in this day, though

[14dayswithyou]

I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone to a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."