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[marzipaint]

girlbeam

[theokusgallery]

Little pet project of a human AU

The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here

[demonic0angel]

Like any other species, Dragon courtship has its own sets of rules that it follows.

Males spend years carving out a territory and building up a collection of items that would astound anyone that happened upon it. While females roam from territory to territory seeking a compatible mate.

Hoards are the biggest deal breakers when it came to dragon courtship. It didn't matter if the male had the best territory or was beyond charming. If the female took one look at his hoard and wanted rare gemstones instead of the pile of gold he had, the courtship was dead. No amount of conjoling or bargaining could revive it. Niche collections that weren't the normal rare minerals or precious metals were even harder to get a pass on.

Jason's book hoard fell under niche dragon collections. He'd long gotten used to scenting one of his kind near his den entrance only to never spot them.

So when he returned home and smelled an hours-old unfamiliar female scent, he wasn't bothered by it. Finding her asleep by a pile of books with one open under her maw as if she drifted off while reading did surprise him, though.

(Reminds me of my spider fic lmaooo)

Part 2

Jason crept closer, breathing out a puff of smoke before he inhaled her scent. Yes, this was the dragon that had stayed in his hoard for at least a few hours. He sat back and observed her, tilting his head as he looked at her smooth black scales and sharp claws. Her hide was unscarred, her form was slender, her wings looked large and strong. She was big, far bigger than most dragons that he saw and possibly even bigger than his own sire and guardian.

Jason’s tail swished in happiness.

Yes, with her, they’d have a good hoard and a wonderful nest. He could already imagine it. They’d have plenty of eggs, cute hatchlings, with thousands upon thousands of books to satisfy them both. Jason could read human language, and clearly, so did this dragon, and he could already picture them reading to their children together.

He shook off his thoughts and laid down, pulling one of the books of his collection towards him to delicately flip open the pages. He read as she slept and after a while, she finally sat up with a start, her spines rising as well as her wings as she reared back in alarm.

Jason also stood up, but quickly corrected his posture to be more demure. He had clearly satisfied her with his hoard and his scent if she had been asleep that long, but he still had to ask her to let him court her.

The female dragon shook her head, as if clearing her mind before she looked up at him critically. “You must be the owner of this hoard,” she said. Her voice was sweet and now that her eyes were open, Jason stared in awe at the turquoise eyes that looked at him so sharply.

Dragons have killed and kingdoms had fallen for treasures the same color as those eyes.

Jason tried not to show how nervous he was as he nodded. “I am. My name is Jason, second oldest of the Waynes.” He spread his wings, large, scarred, and weathered, and bowed down to her in respect.

“The Waynes…” she said with a hum. “A good lineage. Very wealthy too, if I recall. I am surprised by the selection of your hoard. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Her wings curled around herself and her tail swished, pleased. “I am Jazz, oldest daughter of the Nightingales. In my long life, I’ve never seen anyone use books as a hoard before.”

She returned the bow deeply and respectfully.

Jason gave another puff of smoke. “I’ve always liked books. Humans have many treasures, but none can teach or imagine or create like books can. They’re delicate and small, especially for dragons. I felt like something like books were more rare and important than gems or gold, which can be recycled over and over.”

Jazz bared her teeth in a smile. She crept over to him and brushed her chin over his head. Jason froze in place as her smooth scales and long horns rubbed against his, creating warmth from the friction of their skin. A steady purr built up in Jazz’s throat as she rubbed her scent all over him, brushing their wings and sides together until he was thoroughly covered in her scent, sweet and salty and strong.

Jason finally found his words when she began intertwining their tails together and blurted, “I wish to formally court you!”

She paused and then rubbed her face against his again, still purring. “I happily accept. We shall make a home that will have all other dragons seethe in envy. I will protect our nest and eggs with my life.”

“And I will make my hoard even bigger and grander for you and protect us with my life,” he swore to her and returned her rumbly purr.

Thank goodness he never listened to his nestmates to get rid of his hoard and replace it with something else.

Otherwise, how would he have attracted Jazz’s attention?

[ontosgold]

therefore, you and me

[ayo-edebiri]

Maya Hawke for Radio Andy (June, 2024)

[blueskittlesart]

TOTK: Failure

[as-you-think]

My crowdkilling fit for the Thotcrime show the other night. Miraculously I only got one tear in the fishnets

[obsesssedblerd]

suguru geto is DEFINITELY the type to just give you a light, dangerous smile, and then chuckle when you make jokes about his size and call him small. you wonder why he's not getting defensive like most men do. then later, when you're innocently sitting on his lap while with the rest of your friends, you feel it. when he sees your eyes widen in shock, he'll give you that smile again.

[clannfearrunt]

random collection of images that are not really related. Rarer Thresher Expressions and Tommy Cursing

[torchstelechos]

I love that Isabeau is the one to bring up the "what do we do if you die" conversation cause its a very good insight to his character at the very start of the game. Isabeau is practical, smart, and loves everyone dearly and wants to know how to help them when shit goes sideways. He's the one to ask about Bonnie too, which is a delightful read on how he thinks because everyone else shuts that down instantly as a "That wont happen and cant happen" but we see later in the game it can happen which is such a startling thing for a game to do but justifies the foreshadowing of Bonnie can die what do we do if that happens? Isabeau, despite everything, is also the one who gets to the heart of the matter even if its not something must people are willing to talk about. All without it being part of his friendquest, thats just him naturally. Which! Says so much about him and how he is! His character when its not about his relationship with Siffrin is a very intriguing thing because it feels like a very classic hard intellectual stance that's been softened after many years of learning to better communicate healthily with others. A reflection, if you will, of Odile but in a very drastic direction. I find him fascinating and I also want to scoop his brains out and study them under a microscope to see all his little brain thoughts.

[abusivelittlebunny]

Doomed Princess of Monaco

[wispurring-moss]

it's funny to me because this isn't even who they actually are in the self-indulgent Hella-Swap AU that lives rent free in my head at all times, but every time i watch this ep my heart yearns so badly for Angel to get to exist as the literal embodiment of (non-self-destructive??) partying & having a good time, so i Finally gave in to the massive need i've had to draw this image for ages now lmao~ TwT

and was this also perhaps just a perfectly plausible excuse to get to draw Husk in a cutoff leather jacket? ...what are you, a cop?? mind your business x'3c

(p.s. if it wasn't glaringly obvious, i definitely cobbled together the bg from the show itself so all the shoutouts/credits/etc. to whichever of the talented crew put together this gorgeous scene; if anyone knows/has links to the specific artist(s) for this one lmk so i can update accordingly~! ✌️✨)

[animinarts]

The Love Square :3

The Gochizos :|

[itstoriirdz]

la pire des bénédictions, la plus belle des malédictions

[ricky-mortis]

Criminally, this is the first time I’ve ever drawn the Informant.

[xochimillilili]

Bwuhh feel so fucking drippy just thinking about being a plushie of sorts to fuck and cuddle with before bedtime. Blushing so fucking much imagining their hands on my skin, how they'd squeeze my chest n run their hands along my tummy, hips and thighs, and absolutely losing it imagining them asking me to play a bit before sleep !!!

Wanna be a soft plushie for them to hold and grope and cuddle, even more since I'd be petting and kissing and cuddling them back, wanna feel them press their knee against my needy cunt while I grope them back and make out.

I just wanna be a sweet whiny mess for them, praising them and giggling and making the dumbest of sounds while they use my body to get themself off.

Doesn't matter if I have to take charge and fuck their face asleep or have them sleepily hump away at my thighs while they suck on my tits until we tire out, I just wanna be a pretty toy for them to play with until they fall asleep !!!