#wid arts

[tesspool]

"I dont want what you have, I want to be you."

[kotdish]

First time drawing in a (functional) magma

[clj-art-blog]

Wedding in Cangyan Sea (Cang Lan Jue) [+10 minutes to episode 36] I remember that they were going to sew costumes for their wedding, but they didn't have time (they didn't show us). I tried to make wedding costumes in the style of the Moon Tribe, but in the Chinese tradition - in red colors. And, of course, I did not forget about the phoenix crowns made by XLH. They deserve the most luxurious wedding in the three realms!!!

[smashmiigirlthefandoms]

The difference of original mii spear, and SSBU world in dark mii spear,

[diodellet]

I mean I do need to ask for jmeal for the chara bingo, but since you asked for variety, what about ruggie?

For some reason I'm also thinking Jade (must be the lingering effects of the jademic) but feel free to pick and choose if you'd rather not do all of them.

oomf, i feel if i answered jamil it would jus be incomprehensible keysmashes and sobbing sounds, i have too many feelings (in the form of cuteness aggression) forda guy

while i dont like jade as much as ruggie, you can see that i equally label them both as bastards i would wanna squeeze and put in a salad spinner /meant with love and affection (the only difference is id wanna smooch ruggie aheh 😇)

my opinions on ruggie:

that's a solid design right there: i like characs with droopy eyes, very iconic to me (HIS SLEEPWEAR SSR!!! OH MY GODDD IM ILL IM SO ILL) and it's such a shame that we only get to see up to the charac's torso when reading event/vignette/main story stuff in twst, because i feel i'd be completely healed if i got to see ruggie's lil tail mirroring his moods, but ig i'll just settle for seeing his giant ears droop and perk up, o well. he might not be as flashy as some of the other twst characs, but i always go crazy whenever he gets a new card because he just treads the line between cool and cute so easily 💕💕

i have so many headcanons about them, if anything happens to them i will cry: i think these two go hand-in-hand since i haven't really posted anything about ruggie. the fanfics and hcs i've seen (big shout out to How to Ruin Yourself on ao3, lord if i could read that fic for the first time again) for him, there are a bunch that i've gotta assimilate into my idea hoard (wheres that post about coding ruggie as brazilian, imma rb that) ruggie feels like one of the characs you can pop off with headcanoning and it'll seem canonly plausible.

my opinions on jade:

they sure do exist, not for me but i can see the appeal: i think an oomf told me, that the popularity of octavinelle means you will end up stanning one of them. and stanning one means u'll stan all 3 in the end. i think what mainly turned me off from the tweels was their hair color...i'm not a fan of the single off-color lock of hair... (but then again, im a dark content/yandere enjoyer, they wouldve thrown themselves onto my radar eventually 😭)

my friend's favorite, the blorbo by proxy: this is ur spontaneous jademic reminder @scint1llat3 CHZ (unless...?👀)

i have so many headcanons about them, everyone else is wrong: tbh i filled those squares because i think i'd really only like jade in a hyperspecific scenario but yeah, i think out of the twst characters jade is one of the hardest to get right in a dialogue and body language-sense, maybe that's why im really picky with reading stuff of him? them darn black butler sebastian-archetype charas 🤧🤧

(character opinion bingo card ask meme)

[angel-mira]

I think they sleep a lil funny.

[pale-value]

low effort drawing cuz I dunno how to render or colour or anything after sketching and flat stuff

[vix8n]

😩💖

Senshi 💖

[yanderestarangel]

So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of ​​having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

[superm4ks]

What do you think of the new championship helmet!!

2023 wdc helmet, a matte dark navy backdrop wid the glitter 1 + golden lion .. my beloved. Prolly one of my favorite lids he's ever done period. Max's 3rd star has sm weight to it. To make it full navy and still add tacky gold elements to it I thought it was so Max. It IS an iconic helmet but 2024s marble beauty represents the type of peace only found in mythology. Its art, its mythos. The thin black outline of the gold, how the marble effect appears chiseled in places, the more understated lion piece. It's elegant, allegorical almost, and wud not look out of place in a museum. 2023 was lifted as the spoils of war, the lonely devil of a constructors tast he won all by himself, 2024 the symbolic laurel wreath placed upon the head of a beast whose ride was often half a second off pace and still never once stopped leading the championship. A diabolical labor for God's most faithless soldier. A lid fit for Olympus' finest. My sweet marble boy. U glued ur pieces back up wid glue that doesnt exist in mortal realm. A long time ago. They'll never break u again

[kinhelp-permitoffice]

》 ⌗ ﹒chicknburger,,,,,,,

—「Forsaken Chickenburger (007n7 x Shedletsky) stimboard」 for @🍔💿 anon, from Poob wid luv !! ✎ᝰ.

Art by theraeveerie!

🪽💿🪽,🍗🍔🍗,🪽💿🪽

[xxlavs]

INTRODUCTION!!!

Hello there friend and welcome to my page!!

I’m currently a 15 year old young artist who is in the progress on making HUGE changes into my artstyle!

You can call me Lav / Lavvy, I go by they/them pronouns, non-binary, and l'm aroace!

Here are some things you can know from me!

I'm actually really open for talks and interactions, so please, ask me anything as long it doesn't end up overwhelming. Actually SCREW THAT PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME!!!!!

INTERESTS: As the time I'm posting this, I REALLY like numberblocks. I also like other stuff like uh TMG (The Mall Game Roblox), MLP, Gravity Falls, PBC (Pink BTCH club - Vivinos), Baldi's basics, DDLC and more!

MUSIC GENRE AND SONGS I LIKE : Well well well!!

I'm actually really into alt rock, indie rock, and probably almost all kinds of rock!

SONGS LIKE.. Yesteryear, Get Wid Lemonade, Make Believe,Octopus Polaroid HAVE GOT TO ME ONE OF MY BEST!! PLEASE HAVE S LISTEN!

Oh and stay tuned for more content..and maybe more events..

GOOD NEWS!!

I ALLOW YOU TO USE MY ART FOR PFPS, REPOSTS, AND EDITS!! Just please credit me if you're going to repost regardless any platform, Thanks!

DNI!!

Ho...alright!! so the basics given › (pdfiles, proship, toxic, and just a whole long list of weirdos and creeps)

THATS ALL!! THANK YOU FOR READING!!! and the support holy moly!!

[pepper-luv]

🌼~No Regrets~🌼

This is a tickle fic! If that's not your cup of ☕, ignore this!

Lee!reader x Ler!Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

NSFW and 26+ DNI! 🫶

Reader decides to pull a little prank on Adam, thinking it would be "funny". Adam, thankfully unfortunately,does not quite agree.

unedited, good luck soldier 🫡

You smile as you look at your finished work. Yet again, Adam fell asleep in a meeting, and Sera was too fed up with his bullshit to even bother trying to wake him up. He slept through the meeting, and now lays down on the table with drool pooling out of his mouth and your artwork displayed in sharpie on his face.

You try to stifle a laugh at the sight of his new, jet-black and 2d mustache. Of course, he could always cover it up with his mask, which is why it is now in your possession. He fell asleep on the table without properly securing his mask, of course, so when it fell off in his sleep, how could you resist?

You decide to get out of there before he wakes up and tries to murder you for your artwork. Snatching the mask off the table (and your sharpie, lest he decide to 'beautify' your face aswell), and are almost at the door when you hear a sleepy groan from behind you. Slowly turning your head, you see Adam rubbing his eyes and wiping the drool from his mouth on the corner of his sleeve. Fuck.

"It's finally over?" he asks sleepily, trying to look for his mask with squinty tired eyes and patting around the table. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he looks up at you. "Whatta ya got my mask for, sugar tits? Give it!" You stare at him, pressing your lips tightly together in an attempt to hide your laughter. He looks ridiculous with the sharpie on his face, and it's even funnier that he hasn't seen it yet.

"But everyone wants to see the gorgeous face of Adam, the original man!" You exclaim with fake admiration. He rolls his eyes.

"Of course they do, sweetcheeks, I'm the original dick! They gotta earn seeing the dickmaster's face. Now gimme my mask!" he grumbles, standing up and walking towards you. You flash him a quick grin before sprinting out the door, slamming it in his face and giggling. You quickly dash to your room, running into the bathroom and hiding behind the shower curtain. It's better than the closet or under the bed, those are easy spots!

You try not to laugh as you hear Adam barge in, not bothering to knock. "Where the hell are you? Gimme my mask!"

You hear his footsteps sound on the tile of the bathroom, and suddenly come to a stop. He's silent. You've never heard him be this quiet in your life, and you don't know whether to laugh or be afraid.

"You drew. On the ORIGINAL DICK'S FACE. With MARKER?" He exclaims, and you can't hold your laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you giggle. The shower curtain comes flying open, and you slide down the wall, giggling on the floor. He towers over you, a mix of fury and bafflement on his face.

"Aha- Adam, I'm sohohorry! It's just- funny!" You manage to giggle out, dying laughing at his decorated face and baffled expression. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he snatches you up from the shower floor. Your eyes widen as he carries you into your bedroom and tosses you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel his fingers scribbling all over your ribs.

"You wanna laugh? Hmm? Yeah, you wanna laugh? Go on, let it out!" He mocks at you, grinning at your desperate giggles and squirms.

"NAHA- Nahaha Adam!! I'm sahaharry!" you squeal, wiggling around in an attempt to escape his torturous fingers.

"It's your own fault for messing with the dickmaster!" he responds, switching between drilling his fingertips against your stomach and in between your ribs in an unpredictable sequence.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" your giggles echo throughout the bedroom, and you look up at him to see his grin. He looks like he's having fun, despite the sharpie art across his face.

"Oh come on, you can handle it, sugar tits!" he teases, adjusting himself so that he's hovering over your belly. Your eyes widen as he smirks down at you.

"No- no, Adam, plehehease! Have mercy!" You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes through giggles.

"But you love this face sooo much, you even put your artwork on it! I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just used it to..." he brings his face down to your belly, nuzzling his stubble into your ticklish skin.

"NAHAhaha!!! Adam!" You squeal, eyes becoming big as saucers as you feel him taking a deep breath against your belly. "Adam- don't you dare.." But he doesn't listen, making you nearly scream with laughter as he blows a big ass raspberry against your belly. "ADAHAHAM!!"

"Aww, what's the matter sweetcheeks? Can't handle it?" He teases, blowing raspberry after raspberry all over your ticklish skin. By now you're a giggly mess, squirming and shaking with laughter as he finally relents his torture on your belly.

"Look at ya, all red and blushy!" he smirks, going back to his fingers' torture on your ribs. The tickles make you giggle uncontrollably, pushing at his chest and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Finally, you manage to roll out of his grasp, and straight off the bed. You tumble onto the floor with a thud, making him laugh as you let out an "OUCH!" and try to catch your breath on the floor.

You eventually drag yourself up off the ground, glowering at the sight of Adam laughing his ass off. "Having fun, shitface?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking and wiggling his fingers at you, making you shrink back. "Okay, okay!"

"Regret your decision to mess with the original dick?" he taunts, and you grin at him.

"Nahh, I don't do regrets- and anyway, it was SO worth it." you respond. He steps towards you, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, you want a round two, don't cha sugar tits?" he mocks, making you back against the wall, blushing.

Worth it.

[partyypal]

★ Heyo heyo!! Im Poob, though idm also going by Bel or Partypal, and dis is my sideblog for selfship/yumeship stuff!! (Psst,, i follow from my main account Virtue1nvain!! So dw if that acc pops up in ur notifs!!)

☆ feel free to send me asks or stuff if u wanna !! My dms are also always oopen :3 i love mooties so much pleas,, Grisps you

★ I also love participating in tag games and da like!! So nevr be nervous wid me if u ever wanna !

☆ pretty obvious, but i selfship wid Pest !! But dont worry, im fine with sharing and talkin about em if u also do!! Im also a Partynoob fictionkin, which ties into it all,,, so i guess dis blog is sortof multipurpose for kinstufffs too

★ more info on me!! Im 15 and im from da uk!! Specifically the north of england!! So my timzone is GMT or BST <33

★ #pincerpal! - tag for me yapping about Pest ! Will also post art to this tag !

☆ #partygames! - tag for tagging games or ask games !

★ #mail4me? - tag for asks and chatting w moots !!

[lobotomize-art]

All Artists are the Same

There are no notions in my mind regarding the formality of "Art".

In my view, Art is the intuitive construction of a Visual, Sonic, Poetic and Spiritual Landscape, carefully crafted from individual components and driven by physical motion, locality of environment, and interactions of Man with the "Natural World", and more recently, with Machine.

Tautologically, Art cannot exist without the Artist. The decisions to communicate a feeling or vibe in a given moment, armed with the experience of having "been here before," - when you're on the verge of something characteristically "You", after the necessity of experimentation- rely on the Artist and their ability to engage physically to produce material output, whether digital or physical, that aligns with their vision.

The Artist decides to pursue some specific Action, and thus necessarily prioritizes one Action over another, which, in retrospect, places the Action within a larger Landscape through which the Artist can communicate on multiples scales. An Action may be minute or bold, but the key is the Locality of the action within the broader Landscape, which, when combined with other Actions, describes a Global nature that is locally approximated by the individual steps the person took to produce the physical output.

Whether in a rectangular canvas or lurching out of its edges, Visual Artists urge their viewers to engage with their message and their construction as it exists spatially, built from digital steps. Or, perhaps the audience arrives at their own conclusions, based on the ideas they perceive, abstracted or explicit, most closely aligns with their view of the world. This characterizes the multiplicity of Locality as unique, and possessing eccentricities that shape the various Modal Landscapes emerging from spontaneity.

To draw a parallel, this is how Kieran (Four Tet) often intuitively builds electronic music. Kieran has a knack for identifying subtle changes in sound, enabled by the rapid feedback afforded to him by modern electronic equipment. This allows him to purposefully, while simultaneously in an exploratory spirit, activate his penchants for making Local changes, identifying their extremes, and noting their particular disturbances to the vast soundscapes he constructs. He thus iteratively builds a compelling auditory presence that captivates his audience. Whether it takes him 5 minutes or 5 days, the spirit of spontaneity persists.

Some road flat wid money, highway from town to Ochi vibe. Others full up a pothole that the Artist must navigate.

From considering the respect Sonic Artists have for the vast Landscape on offer, one arrives at the strikingly similar intuitive marks of Basquiat, and to the gestural precision of Jackson Pollock, both of whom were inspired by the spontaneity of jazz, like Kieran. Broadly put, simply being and engaging with the world appears essential. The paintbrush is a knob, equal to the attack or delay or LFO frequency of a synthesizer, whether analog or digital. Similarly, the knob is a paintbrush, creating smooth or disruptive change, as per the artist. Naturally, the ability to even construct such sounds is enabled by scientific discovery and intuition. The likes of Dirac and his contemporaries revolutionized technology through the invention of quantum mechanics and field theory.

Common in the three modes of participation mentioned here is the Artist making the choice of which words to use, what color to choose, where to set frequencies, where to line things up, disrupt, abbreviate, extend, randomize, project, destroy, cover, blend, etc., while engaging with feedback.

Dirac himself studied technical drawing as a child in school and was commended for his precision in perspective.

All artists are the same, and I love studying the legacy of what came before me and tapping into spontaneity while, simultaneously, explicitly drawing from those who embodied this way before me.

[bah-circus]

may i request a level 3 noel from ride the cyclone? (cant think right now, disorientated m sorry)

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Noel Gruber!!!

°·⊱ Name: Noelle Gruber, Monique, Crystal, Alyssa, Scarlett, Amara, Vera, Rose

°·⊱ Age: 17

°·⊱ Race/Species: Ghost

°·⊱ Source: Ride the Cyclone

°·⊱ Role: Dysphoria Holder, Sexual Alter, Secondary Protector

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°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: transWoman, Lovelettercoric, Lacefem, Succulovic, Lovebeing, Gentlelovic; Deadlovegender, Redwinecoric

°·⊱ Pronouns: She/Her; Rot/Rots; Kiss/Kisses; Luv/Luvs; Lust/Lusts; Sh♥/H♥r; Red/Reds; Vin/Vino

°·⊱ Sexuality: Bisexual, Amousse, Omniromantic

°·⊱ Personality: Sardonic and witty, with a dark sense of humor masking deep pain. Extremely intelligent and philosophical, often contemplating mortality and existence. Struggles with gender dysphoria but channels it into artistic expression. Protective of other system members who have experienced similar trauma.

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: [Prn] Who Seduces, [Prn] Who Seeks Love and Adoration, The Lover Ghost

°·⊱ Likes: French Culture, Dark Academia Aesthetics, Vintage Fashion, Theatre and Performance Arts, Red Wine (The Concept, not Consumption), Classic Literature, Jazz Music

°·⊱ Dislikes: Bright Colors, Shallow People, Modern Pop Culture, Sports, Facial Hair, Masculine Presentation

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🍷🎼🎷🥖💌🩷

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transFrench, transWhite, transBlueEyes, transBlackHair, permaLipstick, permaMakeup, transSexWorker, transTyphoidFlu, transBackStory, transMessyMascara, permaMascara, transSmudgedMakeup, transNicotineAddict, transCigaretteSmoker, transOpiumUser, trans1920’s-1930’s, transOldTimeFilm, transSepiaFilterVision

°·⊱ CisIDs: Native, Canadian, Brown Eyes, Brown Hair, ADHD, Hypersexual, NPD

°·⊱ MUDS: Monochropia [ Brown ]

°·⊱ Paras: 💭, 😖, 🌼, 💍, 🚨, 🔪, ⛓, 👙

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

Thought gaun th' transwoman route wid be th' maist fin wey tae tak' this yin bit genuinely if you'd rather cismale Noel please feel free tae come back whin oor asks ur open again <3 ! - Pest Swarm ; Soap

Thought going the transwoman route would be the most fun way to take this one, but genuinely if you'd rather cismale Noel please feel free to come back when our asks are open again <3 !