#this concept??? fantastic

[victarin]

i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever

[ashenwaves]

🌿Swamp Song🌿

I redrew this old one a little and gave it a more lively color. Now I like it better :)

[madeline-kahn]

JARVIS COCKER IN WES ANDERSON MOVIES

Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)

The French Dispatch (2021)

Asteroid City (2023)

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (2023)

[hansensgirl]

summary. | You have a hard time saying ‘no’ to your sugar daddy.

prompts . | Johnny Storm + sugar daddy + “The night’s still young.” + obsession, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Johnny Storm x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, obsession, possessiveness, smut, mentions of multiple rounds, power imbalance, sugar daddy/baby relationship, fingering (f), masturbation (m), vaginal sex, cum play, overstimulation, poor dom etiquette, Daddy kink, allusions/mention of non-consensual videotaping, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

He tells you that you’re insatiable. He just can’t get enough of you. You’re the most perfect girl ever—he can’t spend a moment apart from you.

But that doesn’t really explain your sugar daddy’s absurd rules. 

He’s strict about you not spending time with other men. He hates seeing what’s his in the hands or presence of others. It was hot at first. But you’ve grown tired of Johnny’s possessiveness. He seems crazy about you, and as much as you enjoy the attention, you swear you cannot breathe. 

“Fuck, princess, you look so good,” he grunts, groping your tits. They sit in the fabric of the expensive lingerie he bought you for tonight. 

As you lay in his large bed, you feel helpless. Part of you regrets the arrangement, even though you have no monetary issues anymore.

You’ve gone from making Ramen daily and barely paying rent to eating expensive food every meal and living in a penthouse. You know you shouldn’t complain, but the idea of a man funding your every want and need makes you shudder.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” Johnny says. You two aren’t very far off in age, but there is a noticeable difference in power. He could do anything to you—but what can you do to him? Not much; just showing him your body and spending every waking minute with him. “I love it when you touch me, Daddy.” Your words are forced out of you as he plunges his fingers into your used pussy. He’s fucked you twice already, yet Johnny is still hard. It’s both sexy and frustrating—you can never get a break. His libido is something you almost always think about.

“I know you do, baby. Fuck, this pussy is so messy,” he groans, dragging his digits against your sensitive inner walls. Johnny’s cum leaks out of you, and he stops his movements every now and then to smear his seed against your swollen lips. “‘M full of your cum, Daddy…”

There’s no denying that the wealthy man can make you feel euphoric. He’s skilled and gifted, making you wonder why he’s so loyal to you. You don’t think you give him much in return—just your body and soul, but in a world of riches, isn’t that the bare minimum?

“Yeah, you are. You’re leaking with it, princess. It’s so hot,” Johnny husks, and he’s tempted to pull his phone out and take a few pictures. But he knows he can’t—not while you’re still on your back, at least. 

He brings you to the precipice of another orgasm, allowing you to teeter over the edge. Johnny doesn’t really care about giving permission when you want to come—he just has one rule. 

You must thank him. 

Not ‘thank you, Johnny’—no, certainly not. He hates it when you use his given name, especially since it breaks another rule of his. It’s ‘thank you, Daddy,’ whether you like it or not. 

“Fuck—thank you, Daddy!” you whimper out, limbs twitching as you clench around his fingers. “You’re welcome, baby.” His cock throbs, desperate for you to touch it in any way. 

Johnny thinks about taking your mouth next, just to give your pussy a bit of a break. He loves it when you choke on his dick, especially as he fucks your face. 

You come down from your high and are hit with a pang of exhaustion and discomfort. You just need a few minutes, perhaps even a snack and a drink of water. You’d even go as far as to say that you don’t want to continue.

“Uhm… Johnny?” you question, wincing as you see that he’s stroking his dick. He pulls his fingers out of you and moves them to your clit, which is just as overwrought. Johnny’s jaw clenches at the sound of his name. “What?” he spits out, voice harsh. He gets like this quite often, and it’s made you grow scared of him just a bit.

“Do you– Do you think we can stop for tonight? Please?” you request. You would give him your best-begging eyes, but he’d probably just want to fuck you even more. “Stop? Why would we do that?” he laughs, pressing down harder on your nub.

You whimper from the friction. “I’m just tired. I mean, there’s always tomorrow, right?” you reason, looking up at Johnny with a sweet smile. He mirrors it before it drops from his face suddenly. “Hmm… I don’t think so. You don’t call the shots here, baby. I do.”

His words are as you predicted, but hearing them makes you want to cry. 

Your sugar daddy continues his assault on your body, using you for pleasure. “And, besides,” he continues, taking your dominant hand and placing it on his cock. He makes you stroke him. “The night’s still young.”

[ybatinga-multicolorida]

I'm totally enchanted with the Meadowlark universe created by @yaelokre so I decided to make myself and my friends in this universe :D

Sempre tivessemos apelidos de animais e tínhamos essa história de como seríamos na idade média, então só juntei os dois

Galinha - Ladra, uma nobre, cleptomaníaca

Cobra - Princesa fugitiva, não é boa em esconder isso

Avestruz - Barda, secretamente trabalha pra rainha

Vaca - Pirata, gosta de vacas

I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this drawing, so here goes nothing haha

Anyways, check the original work

[suntails]

⚔️🐙

[persephoneflouwers]

Wait i dont get the english breakfast thing sorry

Oh angel, that’s a super secret code meant to unlock even the gelid hearts of people like me.

English Colazione ♥️♥️

Or maybe he meant he’s having his English husband for breakfast. I don’t know, ask Louis 😭

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Edit (only to have all the complete compilation in a single post):

Harry has a “colazione” (breakfast in Italian) tattoo on his thigh. @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ‘s post described it after the AIW BTS.

Here’s Harry fonding because Louis mentions missing English Breakfast on tour. (Thanks @louansue for the gif addition! I’ll search for the video when I get home)

And this is Louis in 2023 :) curious how his having the first English breakfast of his US leg coincidentally when Harry’s tour ended just 6 days ago.

Very funny, very coincidental.

I swear, these two!

[theribbajack]

Continuing in my quest to raise awareness for the potential of Daggerfall!Sheogorath and my headcanon that red is his natural color. Feat. a Jyggalag concept.

[616witch]

that's why i can do the impossible.

what if... reed richards transitioned?

[caeslxys]

Something I think is extremely interesting thematically when it comes to connecting what Downfall and the ideas it tackled to the overarching narrative of campaign three is that the things Downfall made a point to showcase of Aeor—Cassida, Hallis, the visual of an aeormaton proposing to her partner, the specific and intentional decision to shed light on a far from insignificant amount of the population being civilians or refugees—is that it plays in perfect parallel across from what is happening (and, really, has been happening) to the ruidusborn on Exandria in present.

Bear with me for a moment. Aeor is ultimately a city that was collectively punished for the decisions of its leadership. We could (and, judging by the amount of discourse around this particular topic already, probably will) argue about what the Gods’ motivation for all of this was—whether it be that they could not, in the end, bear to kill their siblings or that they were terrified at the prospect of mortality—for me it is a very healthy dose of both—but for this I am much more interested in the latter. They were scared. That, really, is the driving force behind both this arc and their role in c3 as a whole.

Why I point this out is: It is far more interesting to me, especially as we go back to Bells Hells this week, to dissect the Gods and their decisions not purely on sympathetic motivation alone but as beings in the highest seat of power in the highest social class in Exandria.

So, having established that the Gods (in relation to mortals) are more a higher social class than anything we could compare to our real life understanding of divinity and that Aeor was eviscerated largely because of their fear—what is the difference between those innocents in Aeor caught in the trappings of their autocratic government leadership and a divine war on the ground, and those of the ruidusborn being manipulated both by Ludinus and by the very thing that inspired such visceral fear in the Gods to start with. I would argue very little.

I think of Cassida, doing what she genuinely thought was right and good and would save people, her son, and the object of her worship—and how that did not matter enough to any of them to spare her because of the fear they held at the very concept of mortality. I think of Liliana and Imogen, one of which we know begged for the gods to help her or send her a sign for years on years, and how every single one of their largest struggles could have been avoided had the gods loved them, their supposed children, as much as they feared what they could be. I think of how the thing that did save Imogen, in the end, was a woman who herself existed in direct defiance of the gods will. I think of that young boy, sixteen years old, that Laudna exalted on Ruidus.

I think it’s completely fair to judge Aeor’s overall society as deeply corrupt—it was!—but its leadership and police force are not a reflection of every one of its citizens. Similarly, it is fair to judge the Ruby Vanguard as corrupt—it is!—but its multiple heads of leadership and even the god-eater further are not a reflection of every one of its members.

Notably, and what I think the Hells will latch onto, this did not matter to the Gods. It did not matter that Cassida was trying to help. She was still too much of a risk. Will it matter, what Imogen does? Will it matter, if that young boy is in the blast radius when they decide to take no further chances?

I’ve seen a lot of people say that the Hells will side with the gods and I don’t think I agree. Especially as Imogen has been scolded and villainized over and over for daring to try and save her mother—who herself has been seen by some as an irredeemable evil in spite of her drive being the exact same—her family—but when it’s the Gods it’s justified? When it’s the Gods, it’s sympathetic? Too sympathetic to criticize further than “they’re family”?

I obviously do not think the Gods should die or be eaten or what have you, and I certainly don’t agree with Ludinus (though I find him much more compelling than just a variation of hubris wizard), but when talking about the Gods in Aeor and in present it isn’t really at all about their motivation or their family. It can’t be. Too many people, including our active protagonists, lives have been effected for it to be as cut and dry as “they’re family”. These are your children. They are your family, too.

[witchiestwitch]

Arm-or for my necromancer Durge

[ephemerasnape]

Concept Art & Game Assets

Just stumbled across these Hogwarts Legacy gems from Ben Simonsen and Danny Russon! A few of my favorites...

Deathday Ballroom

Professor Fig

Outfits

Your shop?

Zonko's

Horntail Hall

Other really neat artists from the game!

Josh Black

Andrii Krapyvchenko

Nasan Hardcastle

Vanessa Palmer

Ben Judd

Andrii Cherepin

Kate Turbinska

Ulysses Graphics

Yi Zhi

BOSi Art Studios

Ryan Kidd

Passion Republic

Vitalii Sushko

Mercer Knowlton

[nachosncheezies]

In defense of late-canon x files (including the revivals)

I was thinking about this poll after I commented on it, and I kinda want to be brave and say more.

Short answer to the poll's question before I go any further: If you're a new fan and a sensitive sort who thinks you'll struggle with your blorbos Really Going Through It and you really need a happy ending, I suggest you stop at the end of season 8. Do not pass go, do not look at spoilers. Disregard this post entirely, close the internet, and go look at something that makes you happy. (Also fuck every part of society that characterizes sensitivity as inherently weak and bad and some kind of personal failing, you are valid.)

That said, "quality" as a concept is entirely subjective, and the question of whether or not there's a decline in quality for any story is wholly subjective, too. In the case of x files? I'm not convinced there is a decline. I am going to be upfront that I haven't yet watched past season 8, though I am almost completely spoiled on events after that - and the reason I haven't watched yet is not because of how I know events are going to unfold, but simply because I don't want it to end!!! Ohh, the tension between "I CAN'T WAIT!!!" and "Nooo don't be over D:"

When I first came to txf fandom on tumblr and gradually became spoiled about what happens in late canon though, I was often left uncomfortable and tbh kinda queasy about it. As I said in my comment on the poll, the hate for especially the revival and IWTB, or to a lesser extent even seasons 8 & 9, is very well documented. But! There are other takes to be found here on tumblr if you figure out where to look, and my feelings have changed!

The thing is, I have yet to find myself in any fandom where there isn't a vocal subset of fans who dislike the story after a certain point. I am not joking when I say that no one hates the things they love as passionately as sci-fi and fantasy fans. In my experience, it often hinges on the extent to which a viewer has strong notions on where they would like the characters to end up. In particular with series where shipping is a dominant component for the bulk of a fandom, I have almost universally found that there comes some turning point in the story where "let them be happy you cowards" is the dominant view, and things that compromise the attainment of a degree of romantic stability and/or domesticity are, to many fans, annoying at best and despicable at worst. But! As one tagset on the linked poll said:

and I think for any fandom, that last tag especially is so so so important. (I think that's harder for people watching a weekly series live, bc you have so much time to analyze and speculate and dream before the next breadcrumb drops, but I digress.)

So why am I saying this and how do I apply it to x files? Well, I eventually found that there are also a subset of fans who find redeeming things right up to the very end and actually quite like the whole thing! The things that I had seen people rage and ventpost so much about honestly never quite sounded to me as "out of character" or "untrue to the story" etc as those same ventposts made them sound. And I've discovered I'm not the only one who felt that way. Do I love that the spooky squad had to go through all of those things? No, those poor guys D: Life is hard and they have been through so much trauma. But do those events and their choices make sense to me in light of everything that came before? Yes! And I honestly can't wait to see them fight to overcome those things, breaking, healing, always learning, always growing, always getting better.

So if you're wondering "where does it go wrong"... well, I'm a completionist, as many people who've answered that post are, but also my personal opinion is that I don't think it does go wrong. If you're new and interested in exploring why I've gone from "vaguely queasy" to "excited" about the whole thing, or want to maybe balance out the impressions you're getting about the later seasons before deciding whether or not you want to see the whole thing, I'll put a few blog names in the comments.

Final admission: even once I started feeling a little more confident in the possibility that "actually ok maybe I'm not crazy, maybe this all kind of is in character and does make sense", there was one big plot point that I was NOT looking forward to and I thought I would never be comfortable about. In hindsight, I think my discomfort came from the negative responses being SO seemingly universal that I hadn't stopped to let myself truly consider other possible interpretations on that point. (I mean my initial instinct when I first read about it was, why are we mad about this?? CSM is literally the most unreliable narrator in history???? it's obviously fake news?????? this must be either a fever dream someone's having or it's a misdirection ploy against whatever shadowy forces might still be lurking?????????????? but for whatever reason I guess I had halfway written that off.) Happily, just last month there's a new post-s11 novel out, and although reviews for the book as a whole are mixed, it seems to have laid the groundwork for resolving that plot issue in a way I think most fans would be broadly happy with. If you're interested in being spoiled about that and seeing how, I recommend searching #perihelion on @agent-troi who liveblogged reading it with receipts, scroll back chronological-style to the first post on the subject and see how it unfolded. (And never forget that Dana Katherine Scully is the queen of denial as a coping mechanism lol)

Everyone's mileage will vary. Each person can feel however they want! But for anyone new, I wanted you to know that the very many ventposts you might be seeing are not all there is to this show or its fandom. Some of us love it despite - or even because of - all the things that went "wrong". I think we just don't talk about it as much.

[notbecauseofvictories]

my mother and I saw the substance together and it was so shocking, horrible, and funny, there were multiple points where she hid her face in my shoulder and I buried my face in my hands; we were laughing helplessly by the end, 100000/10 amazing experience.

[hansensgirl]

summary. | The frat boy you have a crush on shoots his shot in the worst way ever.

prompts. | Johnny Storm + College/University + “I thought you hated me.” + Stalking, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!Johnny Storm x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stalking, leaving notes and flowers, spying, mentions of female masturbation, johnny is a pervert (he gets a boner), delusion, mild roughness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

You sigh as you make your way back to your apartment, hours of studying and sitting in one place sinking into your bones. The cold winter only adds to your aches. Your boots crunch the snow beneath you as other students walk in different directions, each with their own goals. You swear you feel a set of eyes on you, but you shrug it off.

You know that most of the boys live in the frathouses, the ones you’ve only visited every now and then with some people who don’t consider friends or strangers. You always left early once the smell of beer, sweat, and Axe body spray became overwhelming.

But one man always seems to be wherever you are—Johnny Storm. Everyone knows him as the party and playboy, but you don’t really care. You just want to steer clear of trouble—while also getting a good look at the brunet—and get these few years of your life out of the way.

You enter the building, then your flat and undress, cracking stiff joints and stretching your unused muscles. You can only hope you’ll fall asleep quickly tonight, but you’re always restless. 

Throwing yourself on your bed, you pull your phone out and mindlessly scroll on Instagram. Posts of perfection and partying fill your feed, and it seems as though Johnny is in each of them. When you spot him, your heart flutters. 

It’s hard not to crush on him—nearly every girl on campus feels some way about him. You would never act on those feelings, though.

You turn your phone off and close your eyes, resting on your back with your limbs bent and stretched in different ways. But you don’t find sleep, not when a voice speaks up.

“I thought you hated me,” Johnny says, and you’re startled. With a shout, you jump up. “That you never wanted a thing to do with me. That you thought you were too good for a guy like me,” he continues, and you see that he’s in nothing but a towel that covers his lower half.

You can tell that he’s hard with the way his cock bulges under the fluffy white fabric. The rest of his well-built body is wet with water, and you realize he must’ve used your bathroom to take a shower. You’re confused—how did he get in? How long has he been here? “But I guess we feel the same way about each other. That’s why you broke it off with Steve, right?” Johnny chuckles, and as he reveals new, private information, you grow scared. You say nothing to him. “I broke it off with all my other girlfriends. I only got eyes for you, baby,” he smirks, moving to join you on the bed.

You scoot upwards and hug your knees, angling your feet so you won’t struggle as much if you need to run.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I’ve seen you use that bullet vibe, moaning and begging… You’re filthier than I thought,” Johnny tells you, and your eyes flash to the bedside drawer on instinct. What the fuck? “But we can take it slow. Did you get my flowers? And my notes?” he questions.

At the mention, you recall the bouquets and envelopes that have shown up at your door almost daily. You assumed it was a case of mixed-up doors or addresses, so you only ever threw them out, not bothering with them too much.

When you don’t answer, Johnny sighs. “I knew it. Don’t worry, I can re-order them. I took photos of all the cards. It could be a date. I’ll read all my letters, and we can cuddle—whaddya think?”

“I think you’re crazy and need to leave, Johnny. I won’t report you, I swear. This must be some prank, right?” you scoff, but your hands tremble in fear. Johnny pouts. “How about tonight? I’m here, aren’t I?” he asks, ignoring your words.

Suddenly, he grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly, almost as if in warning. He lifts them up and presses kisses on each knuckle, smiling. You don’t know what else to do—what he’s capable of. He has the money and connections—and now, you. 

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Raquel Cornejo.