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[factual-fantasy]

Scars.. (part 1)

Part 1(you are here!) / Part 2 / Part 3 coming soon..

Phew.. man, this comic took a lot longer to draw than intended! <XD That pesky art block made getting past the line art stage feel pretty draining... but its here now! And I'm more excited to get into part 2 and 3 now that this one is done! :)

Since I made the reunion comic, I've wanted Conkeldurr and Emboar to have a little catching up session. They haven't been apart for too long, but its been long enough that they both have many battle scar stories to share. They went back and forth talking about each one and things were going well.. until the one on Conkeldurr's back was pointed out..

Something about his reaction didn't sit well with Emboar.. Its not like her friend to be easily shaken up or put off by something. Even if it upsets him.. so why did he clam up so quickly..?...

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...She's worried about him..

[frownyalfred]

what do you think *is* a scar bruce is ashamed of/can’t stand the sight of?

Either something from training where he was stupid and sloppy and almost let someone die, or a self-harm scar where he bailed out at the last second on a suicide attempt a la Joel from the Last of Us.

[lavendergalactic]

two sleepy girlfriends :P

[pressure-escapee-au]

Finally finished my ref sheet for him!! Woo!!! Im gonna get back to answering asks now that its done ^_^

[silkwound]

The cellist's movements while playing the instrument always remind me of Ogata's end

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[caemidraws]

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[shepscapades]

An Official DBHC Tango reference sheet!!

I’ve been sitting on this for so long, and it only just occurred to me that I never posted it!! I use it so much for referencing the cracks on his hands since there are so many, plus this gives y’all a little bit of a S8-S9 timeline for his visual design developments! :D Pre-Deviant Tango is so baby to me <3 Something is so wrong with him now <333

[rainbowd00dles]

Fic art for Soft Mornings (Gray Skies) by @halfpintpeach

[yutaan]

Papercraft Maomao! I've really been enjoying The Apothecary Diaries anime - the mysteries are fun, the art is extremely pretty, and a larger plot seems to be looming ominously on the horizon, which I'm excited for - but my favorite part of the show is Maomao herself. She's so pragmatic and self-assured! I hope she gets to make as much medicine as she wants, forever. 🍃

[anantaru]

do you think capitano has a bunch of scars? how would he react when you trace them? :3

synopsis. it turns capitano on when you trace the scars on his back as he fucks you ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ fem! reader

warnings. tw scars (on his back), size kink & size difference (he's very big n beefy, as we know <3)

grabbing a fistful of your ass, capitano groans against your wet cheek, his voice on the verge of breaking.

"my dear..." he huffs out breathlessly, "i have no control when I'm with you," before he finds you wincing at the rough texture of his skin buzzing within your walls, roaming freely and sliding his throbbing sensation over your soft insides.

you swallow down a cry as you took him, your legs burning as he stretches your cunt— his hunted, dark gaze always casted on yours, watching you with thrill in his eyes as he started to thrust into you a little deeper.

the harbinger was exploring the pure and surreal nature of your intimacy as your body weeps into his chest, your cheeks beginning to burn due to overstimulation and the aching stretch of his cock, "fuck— so… big," you hiccup, "aah, you're so warm," as he pounds his thick cock into you, completely overthrowing the natural strength of your body without even trying.

it wasn't really difficult for capitano to send chills down your body, or coax out each little, pathetic moan from your throat— in fact, he had to hold himself back in order to not hurt you with his enormous strength. each thrust he added would multiply in precision and intensity, making you shudder out a hefty rush of air through your chest, once, twice, as a pleasurable tear teases light-heartedly around your lashes.

air enters your lungs and you arch your back, letting him take control over you as your fingers trace along the bulging scars on his defined back— which some of them felt fresher than the others, not to mention that quite a few didn't heal properly and left behind swelling, bumps of skin.

the man was known to be the strongest, unable to be defeated yet encountering himself in his current setting, he finds himself utterly defeated by the pure trace of you— and your soft digits embracing the countless scars covering his back weakened his mind.

capitano cherishes them, his marks and blemishes were a part of him, in fact, they multiply from battle to battle, burning into his skin as he wears them with pride. the man looks at them like trophies to remind himself of his true, never ending victory, and his brutal strength making the cryo nation petrifying to the outside eye.

your hands were planted against his flexing back as he fills you to the brim. shortly after, you're resuming to take care of his scars, gently brushing across the alarming number of them and awaiting his pebbly whines, urging him on to inch his face closer so you could kiss him.

the tip of his cock drags through the slopes of your walls as your body clenches beneath his larger one. he's so big— a little freak in the sheets if he wants, but capitano was also soft at the same time, vulnerable and entirely differentiating from his outside self, like you're the only person he could be vulnerable with.

your legs trembled as they dangled against his shoulders, your hips twitching and beginning to burn from how hard he was rolling his hips into your sensitive hole.

careful and sultry thrusts of his shaft send numerous tremors surging right through you, racking through your brain as the sheer size of him numbs you out— as do your feathery touches, embraces and exploring of his damaged skin add depth to his means of experiencing true love.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[erinwantstowrite]

i can't believe i forgot to share this here!!! doodles for a fic idea i might never get to- Tim Drake-Wayne (vigilante) gets stuck in a No Capes version of his world. His family and friends are all very normal people and seeing Tim be... The Way He Is... makes them very, very concerned. i was gonna color this but i just... didn't. Soooo

[robogart]

Another voted fanart friday character back from March! Vash the Stampede ✨✨✨

[snacobie]

Hug him…

[caemidraws]

Morning

[unwri-ten]

Yeehaw pt 2

babbling under the cut!

ME TOO MAN ME TOO anyway I did it- Made it into an AU, uh, I blame the tags in the other post (/pos) and I don't wanna show my ideas yet 'cause I only have a few so TEEHEE :ROLLS AWAY: