#who'da thunk!!!

[rdps01]

oopsy daisy

[unlimitedhearts]

RIP Tumblr you would have loved Psych 😭

[ribs02]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being trans

[256gb]

lol. lmao even.

concord, sony's big push into the oversaturated hero shooter space with an 8 year development cycle and estimated budget of around $250 million, is shutting down after just two weeks. jesus christ this might be the biggest L in the history of the games industry.

will the countless soulless out of touch executives of the industry learn anything from this? probably not.

[consultinghuntertimelord]

"Oh boy", I say, sitting down to watch The Trauma Show(TM). "I sure hope these characters don't experience any Trauma." Ten minutes in

"By Talos," I murmur. "This can't be happening."

[foxgonyoom]

I mean... In a way, he's technically not wrong on either account.

Heard a theory that Nezha maybe knew what the fuck was going on with MK's monkey form and my brain was like: "Yo but what if Nezha met MK when the boy was littol baby monkey?"

Eventually, that led to me making this in one day (by pulling an all-nighter). Enjoy!

(It's also been a while since I've drawn actual people and not legos, so I'm currently rediscovering my art style for them. I think I did pretty well here though!)

(And yes this comic is based on the

Girl: "Whatcha got there?" Guy holding a smoothie and sitting next to an ostrich: "A smoothie."

meme, just to clarify.)

Anyhoo here's all the panels in one image in case ya want that.

Alright, toodles!

[sailorr-art]

wip! ^_^

[catzgam3rz]

I would like to thank the Witch Craft SMP for gifting me a reason to draw Ihascupquake fanart in the year of our lord 2023

[artroc-ity]

are you continuing The Cold Case Of My Heart?

YES I AM!!

I took a Long, Quiet Hiatus - but now i am back to working on the next part! With any luck it will be out before the year ends, no promises.

[of-solitude-past-and-present]

Sleep.

Warnings: yandere themes, naga scara, imprisonment, escape attempt, reader is clearly traumatized, threats, mention of past injury & chronic injury.

This takes place a few months after the original oneshot. It could be read independently, if you really wanted to, but it makes a number of references to the original.

A prompt was taken from @ / asirensrage's Obsession Prompts list. Slightly modified, but still.

Roughly 1.5k words.

His warm breath fanned across your throat.

It's dark, but if you squint, you can mostly make out what's around you. The only light you can see is the crack of moonlight, like a silvery river, running down the center of the canyon through the thin crack in its ceiling.

You shifted a bit on a makeshift bed of countless stolen blankets and small pillows, restless and unable to sleep. As much as you could, at least, before Kunikuzushi began to move as well.

You paused, looking down at the outline of his messy mop of dark indigo hair. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist. He was prone to fitful sleep, full of upset muttering, quiet whines, and a grip so tight you'd have bruises come morning. Tonight was, luckily for you, not one of those nights.

Tonight's your best chance.

Truth be told, he wasn't as horrible as you thought he would be at first. He seemed like a purely cruel monster at first (and... he kind of still is), but you've come to see another side of him since. He's rough around the edges, and at most times he seemed vaguely irritated that you do so much as exist around him, but the small things stack up. It's... strange.

He's surprisingly attentive, for one. He pretends to be indifferent to your wellbeing, but it's hard to believe, especially when he'll randomly bring you something you mentioned offhandedly weeks ago. He always expects a thank-you and a reward of some sort for these gifts, usually in the form of a kiss on the cheek and some attention.

You had assumed Kunikuzushi would be more violent than he turned out to be, especially considering your imprisonment rocky start. It's not as awful as you had expected, not that it's really saying much. Actually, living with him wasn't very much like you had expected at all.

Well, except for one thing. Though he hasn't hurt you since, he isn't above threatening to when you aren't behaving how he wants you to. With some display of strength–an iron grip on your wrist, lifting you off the ground by your shirt, or something equally unnecessary–and one of his trademark sneers, he'll whisper something horrible. Maybe he should leave you tied up for the day, so that you won't forget to be grateful next time. Or maybe it would be better to twist your ankle again, just like he did before.

"I think I'd like that," he muttered in that low, husky tone. "It was nice having you so reliant on me for everything. Every time you act out, I miss it a little more."

Maybe giving in was encouraging him to keep it up, but what other choice did you have? You weren't sure if he would do any good on those threats, and you didn't want to find out.

These memories spur you on. You slide his arm off, as slow and gentle as you can, your hands passing over his numerous raised scars. It takes a bit of awkward positioning–some strange face-up spider crawl you had to do to get your weight off the arm that was underneath you–but soon, you're crouched next to him, ready to stand up and get away.

Unfortunately, in your attempt to stand up, you place a stabilizing hand on a part of his tail you didn't see. It's so dark, and he's so long, it's hard to tell where he ends and the bedding begins.

His breath pauses, and you freeze in place. He's facing you, but you can't see his expression. All you can make out is the stark, shadowy outline of his form against the moon-illuminated sand behind him.

He's going to wake up. He has to.

You wait for a few agonizingly slow seconds, heart racing in your chest. He doesn't even move. His breathing starts up again, just as deep and even as before.

Hesitantly, you lift your hand from his cool, rough scales. Nothing happens.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. With one arm (this time, on the blanket) you push yourself to your feet, looming over him. It's strange being above him, even if it's only in the most literal sense. Even on the ground, in the most defenseless position imaginable, he scares you. To get out, you have to step over him. Your heart begins to speed up again, and your knees feel weak.

It's irrational, you tell yourself. He's asleep. He can't do anything, not as long as you're quiet. You're safe. Just one step and you'll finally be free.

It takes you embarrassingly long, making tears well up in your eyes. It feels almost like there's a wall preventing you from doing it, and it tempts you to just lay back down. He's manageable if you're obedient. You know what to expect, if you're obedient.

But you can't. You've come too far to back down now. You want to be free.

But you just also don't want him to be upset. Not while you're there, and certainly not while he's upset at you.

You take in a shaky breath, checking for any stray parts of him before setting a foot down on the other side of him. Pain flashes up the side of your ankle, as quick and as hot as lightning. An unfortunate consequence of what he did that day. It's been months, and you can otherwise walk fine, but you don't think the pain will ever truly heal.

Even despite the reminder of what he can do, a mounting sense of excitement motivates you to take the final step over him. Once you're over him, your final obstacle, you rush outside with no hesitation whatsoever. Tears burn at your eyes again, but for a completely different reason. For the first time in what feels like a long time, you're free. You don't remember the last time you've felt so light, so unfettered.

Even so, you try your best to stay mindful of your surroundings. You make it to the patch of moonlight filtering in through the thin crack in the ceiling of the canyon. The moon's full, you realize as you look up. You've never seen anything so beautiful.

A gentle smile pulls at your lips. All you need to do is find your boots and your canteen, and you'll at least have a shot at making it to the Tanit camp. You just have to put as much distance between you and him as possible, and it should be smooth sailing from there.

But all things must come to an end, some much sooner than others. A voice calls out from behind you. You can practically hear the clanking of chains and feel a pair of manacles capture your wrists once more.

"Come back to sleep."

You look over your shoulder at him, propped up on one elbow, presumably staring at you. His expression is too dark to see, but you've been around him enough to imagine it in your head.

His tone turns dark, threatening. "Don't make me have to come get you."

Everything screams at you to run, but you know better. He's faster than you. You don't have a choice, and he knows it. There's no point in trying.

Every step is a challenge, but soon you're standing above him once again. He doesn't even shift, he simply waits for you to come to him as he knows you will. Despite your position, you've never felt so beneath him, like you really were little more than the loyal dog he compared you to that day.

His hand encircles your wrist, and he yanks you down next to him none too gently. You land roughly on the blankets next to him, a dull ache blooming in your side, but he pays it no mind. He shifts so that he's laying on you, chest pressed against yours and one hand next to your head to support himself. As soon as he's settled, his face returns to your neck, breathing in deeply.

"I was hoping you wouldn't," he murmured against your throat, voice low and deep with the remnants of sleep. His other hand drifts to your waist. "But you just had to go and push it, as you always do. I'll deal with you in the morning."

[olrinarts]

if i do nothing else today, i successfully reblocked-out the six pages for the next batch of fittings, and it already looks heaps better

and i get to draw more and funnier expressions/the poses are more fluid

it's nice to see improvement, you know?

[pcktknife]

deep cut springfest designs pleasant gradient arrives at your door

interesting gradients arrive at ur door. I am quite fond of fryes look in particular. Also appreciate u leaving out oth's outfits so I had a fun lil treat to discover when I checked twitter

[cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo]

Well my brain has come up with another vore though again so here we go:

Pred and prey who live together and are just... completely nonchalant about vore. Like pred comes home from work tired and hungry and prey is laid down on the couch on their phone and the pred swallows the prey and lies down where the prey was, relaxing and rubbing their belly while the prey continues what they were doing like they totally didn't just get swallowed whole. Just casual stuff like that.

The prey would probably get annoyed if it happened while they were in the middle of something important/something that couldn't be done in a stomach but usually just takes it as an opportunity to relax.

[heartbeetz]

💥 Hey, I'm ROSWELL!!!! I'm in love with that angry silly guy from 2024's most anticipated gamemaker game. I have many other interests and F/Os, but he's what I talk about the most these days. Follow me if you wanna see more of that >:]

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[ohmygillygoshoppler]

How's that one drawing you were working on? That dope ass background??

ooooooh, Im still workin gon it! Thanks for asking, anon~

[rimouskis]

lemme tell you... getting to use, in a work context, the relatively obscure language I studied in college (for funsies) was NOT on my bingo card for the day