#tummy in the blood is so

[strawberri-syrup]

i am frothing at the mouth

[lazylittledragon]

did somebody say dadkarios

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bare skin, bare feelings.

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[somdxr]

tw: rendered raw meat (gore?), blood

do we fw ford in a lady gaga meat dress or no

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Knight Commander Grenzel 'Zell' Hellsing - 10 of Swords

This piece has been so much fun to work on. I've learned a lot of new techniques and rekindled my love of illustration with this; I'm very excited to see where things go from here.

I went back and forth on doing a tarot-inspired portrait for my Knight Commander, partially because I didn't want to lean too hard on my gamer roots as a Dragon Age fan, partially because making a Tarot piece feel like it hit the mark is HARD.

Eventually I decided not to go for any one specific style and just let myself feel things out as I went, playing around with texture and composition until I landed on what looked and felt good.

As such, this turned into more than just a 10 of Swords piece, rather something that represents the full suite of Swords as well as the narrative themes that follow this particular character. Betrayal, Loss, and Anxiety paired with Clarity, Inspiration, and Ambition. Meanwhile, hidden in the background are clusters of six arrowheads representing victory within creative problem-solving. They look something like trees among winding riverbeds or nature trails- a reminder of his nomadic lifestyle and formative times in the River Kingdoms.

The scarlet halo suffused with blue light, and the blue cloth stained with blood, represent the constantly warring nature of his ancestries as a Dhampir and a Celestial. Heaven's light draws him, but also burns him, as represented by Lariel's flaming blade. Desna's butterflies remind his desire for freedom and secretly dreamy, romantic nature.

I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I do! Now to find somewhere I can get this printed onto a blanket or something.

[armandcock]

a/d feeding kink I'm thinking thoughtsss from human Daniel being spoonfed by Armand to vamp Daniel drinking Armand's blood straight from the source. and of course Armand is in his lap both times

vampire tummy 😵‍💫 full of blood!

[pochapal]

gp nurses when you ask them to administer a medication that is not an immediately recognizable common household drug

[hollowfairybabybat]

begging to be punched worked also got punched in the tummy over n over n slapped 🥰🥰🥰

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹:ascoltatemi..

io nn capisco pk i personaggi dei fandom sono cosi carini cio é..ho bisongo di farli il solletico sull loro pancino se esistevano,hanno delle risate davvero adorabili,vorrei anche solleticare i mei adorabili personaggi preferiti se esistevano sarebbe extra adorabile darli un solleticino affetuoso,soffice gentile e cocoloso!..aw..~૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა 💕💕🍮

🇺🇸:hear me out..

i don't understand why fictional character r so cute like..i need to tickle theyr tummies if they was exsist,they have really adorable laughs,i want also tickle my adorable fav characters if they was exsist it will be extra adorable give at them an a affetuos soft,kind n cuddlish tickles!..aww..~૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა 💕💕🍮

[mitamicah]

The finished result 😁

[lumioluna]

everything is okay and all is fine today. my uterus is chomping on itself from the inside. i got teary on my way home. everything's groovy.

[wistrea]

ELECTROCUTED.

❛     oh no ~ was that more than his majesty could handle? i thought a tiny lil' zap would be no match for the great gilgamesh, but i'll be more gentle with you next time.    ❜    she's trying not to seem like she's enjoying this, she really is.

[tumby-pouch]

NSFW + FATAL/HARD ONLY BLOGS DNI (this is SFW but I’d prefer for minors to also not interact)

One time I called myself a fruitloop for the sillies because I’m queer but then I got reverse hungry and imagined myself as a tiny chilling in a bowl of actual fruitloops (the cereal) and some milk and then being nommed. And you know what? If the stomach wasn’t to hot, that seems like a nice way to cool off on a hot day.

[chronicillnesscaneffoffplease]

“The labs found something wrong!” 😊😌

“The labs found something wrong!” 😥😔

The two moods when labs actually come back with stuff out of range and clearly not right™️.

[jacqcrisis]

Stupid thought for Left Turn: it's a hot day. The AC is broke. The apartment is a stuffy sweltering mess. Zeke is hiding in the bathtub full of lukewarm water as he tries to find someone who has AC and would let them chill.

Caleb decides to stand in front of the freezer he rarely opens for more than chicken breast and finds a little row of homemade red popsicles near the back. Desperate for anything to use to cool off, he grabs one and pops it into his mouth. It takes a few seconds as he closes the freezer but the second it starts melting in his mouth, he is bent over the sink, gagging and spitting what is absolutely blood from a freezer burnt treat Zeke both forgot to tell him not to eat and also forgot existed.

[mythvoiced]

@xinxiins | ♥

For a solid moment there, Minho isn't sure if he's being made fun of.

Even after he's being handed a set of napkins - that have seen better days, it seems, and it concerns, making his eyes narrow from suspicion to worry - watching the kid agree to what had very evidently been bullshit on Minho's part, spewed either to lessen the accountability of his daughter or alleviate the tension seeping into his own shoulders, there's a good chance he's suddenly stood before the kind of young adult Soomi would probably praise, for the boldness of their mockery, the courage of their lack of sense for authority.

But the suspicion doesn't fester, even in the silence that stretches around the kid's faltering, the softness of his voice, the way Minho takes the napkins from his extended hand and wipes at the lapels of his coat as if it mattered, as if it wouldn't be easier to just go home with the stain and abandon the coat in the washer along with his dignity.

Minho snorts.

"I wasn't being serious," he interjects softly, somehow not finding the bite in the other, let alone one within himself to offer to the kid. His head tilts, there's an apprehension to his gaze that seems keen on figuring out what the issue here is.

Because there is one.

"It was just an... argument with my daughter," he gesticulates vaguely, unsure of how to reveal the truth without the shame attached to it, the idea that he's failed as a father starting from the moment he'd failed to even show up as one.

He can't blame her.

"I didn't... quite understand that, sorry, but I'm glad she didn't get you," he bundles the napkins into one sorry excuse of their former self, left to find a new home in the inside of the coat he's quickly coming to associate with one of the biggest issues currently changing the trajectory of his life.

Who is this kid?

"Xuān Bǐngjí," he half-asses through the pronunciation with an apologetic smile, trying to inflect it with enough self-deprication and irony to imply his lack of practice with a language clearly not his own isn't intended to come across as malicious.

"All right, Xuān Bǐngjí, I'm Minho, nice to meet you," he extends a hand, waving the bow off with the dismissal of someone who'd rather choke than be given this kind of politeness to.

The next gesturing seems intent on beckoning Xuān Bǐngjí to bring his own hand back into the picture.

"Show me your hand."