#ur v welcome!

[abd-illustrates]

Ty to everybody who voted in those character polls! The results were a fun surprise haha -- I'll definitely be takin note of 'em next time I get to sit down n' do some heartless doodles! (^^)/

[chooh2]

Lyman: "Seem in an awful rush, kiddo. Where're you off to in such a hurry?" Devan: "Just... need to get away from here. Find a change of scenery, someplace I can breathe." Lyman: "Okay... Back in time for dinner I hope? Gideon's cookin' your favorite tonight." Devan: "... Don't think so, not this time."

Running From Ghosts: 2070, Vegas-bound

[ancharan]

He lied to me. He lied about everything.

[mo-ok]

would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰

[kulapti]

Hidden singer (Coyote and Big Bluestem); Dec 2022, ink. ID in alt.

In the North American prairies, we talk about the "big four" characteristic grass species, which historically were among the most common prairie plant species and are noted for their affects on the rest of the habitat. They define the habitat, in the same way oak forest is defined by oaks. Everything else that lives there is shaped by them. This art represents Andropogon gerardii, whose common English names include Big Bluestem and Turkeyfoot.

[didderd]

What’s Tic’s and Tac’s type?

hmm. that's a hard one

these mens aren't picky

Tac likes someone he can easily fluster, but if you can fluster him, he's putty in your hands. :3 (his Grillby's one of the few that can fluster him with flirts, most ppl will have to get vry sweet with him to get him all red (example: kissing his bite scares))

Tic likes a big sweetheart (and a big flirt), one of his main receiving love languages probably being words of affirmation.

physical appearance wise, they don't really care. in monster culture, it's not common to care about that, with everyone looking so different.

tho Tac might have a bit more fun teasing someone shorter than him, and both might like soft and squishy skin, and soft hair, in contrast to their bone.

(suggestive bits under th cut 👀)

ofc Tac will have plenty of fun with someone who's already easily submissive, but he might have even more fun with someone feisty, someone who plays hard to get, the challenge of getting the stubborn ones flustered/submissive being a fun and rewarding one. (and if someone manages to dominate him, i mean.. he's not complaining. 👀)

Tic does not mind a submissive partner, however he is a lot more receptive to a dominant one than Tac. He's likely to be the one in bindings. (also.. might be turned on by a more. scary/intimidating person.)

[jrwiblrpositivity]

@ everyone

ive yet to encounter anyone mean in the jrwiblr fandom!! i think everyone’s art is gorgeous and i love hearing about everyone’s headcanons!!

@ the runner of this blog

thank you for making a place we can share our positivity! im too nervous to tell people myself but i want to be kind anyway so thank you!!

!!!!

[sunmoonyandstars]

I read harry potter and was like "ig im a potterhead???" NO. THE MARAUDERS FANDOM CAME THROUGH MY WINDOW IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, INJECTED A LOVE FOR WOLFSTAR INTO MY VEINS WHILE I WAS ASLEEP AND LEFT. THE DRARRY SHIPPER TO MARAUDERS STAN PIPELINE IS REAL GUYS.

[venstm]

i was thinking about dabi ( again )

[wcvensouls]

" i have a couple of hours before my next class and i forgot my kindle at home, so i will pay for a coffee and a treat if you keep company through these devastating times. do we have a deal~? "

@solisocasum : closed starter .

[eeveekitti]

due to recent events i had to

sorry thad fandom i dont know how to draw him

[upsidedownwithsteve]

I live for Steve crushing on someone, ugh thank you for your continued service 🫡

😚

[starcunin]

@bloodtwin sent: [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours

Astarion stands still, the air thick with tension within the stone walls of Moonrise Towers. The smell of damp stone mingles with something far worse, something rank——Araj’s blood. He can sense it, taste it in the air even without opening his mouth. It curdles inside him like a festering wound, and the thought of sinking his teeth into her makes his stomach turn. No. He won’t do it. Her voice grates on him like nails dragged across bone, her demand laced with a smug authority that sends a shiver of disgust down his spine. "Can’t you talk some sense into your obstinate charge?" she asks, her words sharp, curling around the implication that he belongs to Puck.

But for the briefest of moments, doubt flickers in Astarion’s chest. He knows what Puck could do, how easily the barbarian could turn to him and give the command. He’s seen how Puck's eyes gleam when battle is upon them, how his lips curl with that wild hunger for the next fight, the next thrill. The potion Araj dangles before them——it could help him, help them, in the chaos still to come. And after everything, what does Astarion really matter in the grand scheme of things? He’s just a vampire spawn, after all, a pretty thing with a venomous bite, a tool to be used when it’s convenient and discarded when it’s not.

But then, Puck shifts. Not with words, but with his body. He steps forward, his massive form cutting between Astarion and Araj like a fortress of flesh and blood. Astarion watches as his companion crosses his arms, muscles taut beneath his skin, and stands there like a wall of unwavering defiance. He can’t see Puck’s face—just the broad expanse of his back—but he doesn’t need to. He can feel it, the sheer force of Puck’s presence, radiating danger, and it’s enough to make Araj falter, just for a moment. The air around them changes, thick with something almost predatory.

Astarion’s heart stirs in his chest, a sudden warmth spreading through him that he doesn’t quite know what to do with. It’s absurd, really—Puck doesn’t need to protect him. He can handle himself; he’s done so for centuries, hasn’t he? But this… this is different. Puck could have asked him to do it. He could have made a choice that would serve their mission, their survival. Instead, he stood in front of him like a guardian, a silent sentinel who wouldn’t let anyone—anything—command Astarion but himself. And that… that does something to him. Something deep.

Astarion feels his lips twitch into a smirk, though there’s a softness beneath it, something that betrays the usual edge of cruelty that he hides behind. His fingers lift almost on their own, brushing against Puck’s arm, an intimate touch that startles even him. He peers around Puck’s towering frame, peeking from behind him like a pale wraith hiding behind the shoulders of a giant. ❛ I’m afraid the answer is still a hard no, darling. And I’d leave it at that if I were you. ❜ His voice lilts with its usual velvet, the casual purr of danger that Araj should take heed of.

But his hand lingers, thumb grazing against the warmth of Puck’s skin, tracing over the lines of his flesh in a touch far gentler than any Astarion has given in… years. He lets his eyes linger on Puck’s face, just for a moment, his smirk faltering as something else flickers in his crimson gaze. Affection. Real, tangible affection. It’s a look Astarion has never allowed himself to wear, not before. But here it is, laid bare for Puck to see——if he were to look down at him now, the vampire’s defenses would crumble before his eyes.

He could pretend it’s still all part of the plan, couldn’t he? A well-crafted manipulation, a perfect performance designed to worm his way deeper into Puck’s affections, to tie the man to him with invisible strings. After all, wasn’t that the goal from the start? To seduce, to make Puck fall for him, protect him, feed him, love him. But this has gone far beyond that now.

❛ This one’s bite is far worse than mine, ❜ Astarion quips, though his eyes are still locked on Puck, his voice quiet, almost reverent. He’s speaking to Araj, but in truth, she’s already fading into the background. She doesn’t matter. Not compared to the man standing between them. Fuck. This is going to be a problem. His heart is swelling with something he’s not ready to name, something that curls with the sharp talons of fear. He’s going to have to talk to Puck when they’re back at camp, isn’t he? Because the truth is becoming too hard to bury, too hard to swallow. He’s in love with him. Astarion, who had long abandoned the notion of love, who had scorned it, manipulated it, used it like a weapon——has somehow fallen for the reckless, violent, beautiful man who stands between him and the world.

How could this happen? And more importantly… how could he tell him the truth?

Fear flickers in his chest, cold and biting, mingling with the warmth of that burgeoning affection. Astarion knows that Puck is dangerous. That much is obvious. But what scares him most is that Puck is dangerous in a way no one else has ever been——he could hurt Astarion, not with a blade, but with something far worse. With rejection. Astarion swallows the lump in his throat, his smirk slipping into something softer as his hand drops back to his side. This is too much. Too much for a man who has spent centuries surviving by keeping everyone at arm’s length. But here he is, standing behind the one person who, with a single word, could shatter everything he’s built around himself. A conversation will need to be had, and he dreads it.

But more than that——he dreads the idea of staying silent, of letting these feelings fester until they become unbearable. When it breaks free… he has no idea what it will destroy.

[nicomrade]

Hey i just came across your tumblr and we'll probably never see each other again but. i fw your vibe (it's awesome) also the france part is also cool id love to live there one day (i live in the netherlands, stinky and boring). also i think your gender description in your carrd is also how i feel about my gender. especially the she her for friends and fellow she slash he s . have an awesome day youre like a distant relative to me

anon we need to do a life swap like in those twins seperated at birth movies cause the fact ure from the netherlands specifically means u have access to my favorite beer in the world (the owlbert) and u say u wanna come hang in france so lets swap for like a month and then well get bored of the novelty (i realize i like owlbert much less when its easily available; you realize france isnt any better than the netherlands) return to our original lives w a new sense of appreciation for the ordinary and with an unbreakable bond linking us. i think in those movies our parents would have to get married so theres also that to look forward to

[theunconcernedembalmer]

"Well well well~ It's good to see you after such a long time~ Hope you didn't miss me much.~ I'm surprised you're still kicking around here." @ask-idv-photographer

My duty is to see off the deceased. When I do pass on, I wonder if I will get the same treatment... Probably not.

As for you... Um, welcome back? This doesn't happen very often...

[hiddenfolk]

I dont necessarily ship them, but I AM of the firm belief that lied and beeber did have a casual fling at one point because you have to admit, the idea of your friend, who is notoriously unlucky in love, casually dropping the fact that they've dated an international pop sensation is hysterical