#yay I’m posting again

[outofthefuckinblue]

Drawing Freddy in pink because he’s a fa-

[everwalldigan]

You know what would be really funny. If Jason had the most normal/conventional food taste out of his siblings (still very far from regular people’s “normal”), he’s stuck in the manor because of an injury and therefore has to witness the culinary WAR CRIMES his siblings consume for sustenance. Since there’s no Alfred to stop them anymore, they have been running rampant.

Jason: What. The fuck. Is that.

Damian, pouring out a green sludge into two cups: father and I’s breakfast smoothie, or did you hit your head hard enough to forget the concept of a smoothie?

Jason, scooting his chair away clutching his water bottle to his chest: yeah I dont know what nuclear reactive, Gotham harbour concoction you so flagrantly bestow the title of “smoothie” on but keep that shit FAR away from me

Tim: *sits down next to Jason, cracks open a can of energy drink and pours it into a glass, pouring milk on top until it reaches the brim*

Jason, with tears in his eyes looking at Dick for help:

Dick: *shrugs, shoving a fistful of dry cheerios into his mouth*

Jason: *turns his horrified gaze to Cass*

Cass: *grins at him toothily with two heaping plates of a full English breakfast sitting in front of her. He has no idea where she got it from. She is using a set of utensils for each plate.*

Jason: *stands up calmly* maybe I should stop looking for the unstable bomb I lost in the manor the other week *walks out of the kitchen, a few moments later a shrill scream is heard*

[real-skel]

I flung out of bed to make this shit

[slushfaerie]

you and art were invited to his grandma's friend's holiday party. you really don’t want to go.

art donaldson x introverted!fem reader (or fem reader that would just rather stay home and have her way with loverboy art and vice versa..bc like...) incredibly self-indulgent and hastily written. inspired by my desire to stay home and also my desire for art donaldson. nsfw elements! way steamier than what i've written before. happy holidays and/or happy wednesday <33

it was almost time to leave and you'd put off getting ready for as long as you possibly could.

art looks up from his spot lounging on the couch with bated breath as you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing through your hotel room.

his mouth all but hangs open as he sees you, cheek resting against his hand as he takes you in, probably wrinkling his pressed collared shirt he’s chosen to wear, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

there you stood like some sort of angel - wrapped in a silky white robe, still-damp locks of hair framing your face. he would stare at you forever if he could. 

art’s attuned to you as you let out a soft sigh, your gaze a million miles away. holiday gatherings - gatherings in general - weren’t your most favorite thing. but you’d at least have art to buoy you through the evening, trying to make you laugh with aptly timed snide comments whispered in your ear at the expense of other partygoers. he'd reach his hand beneath the dinner table, thumb caressing your thigh acting as a life preserver. anything for you. 

art was agreeable, malleable in social situations, but he could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be - almost all of them having to do with you wrapped around him in some way. 

as you reach for your moisturizer on the dresser, art’s hand covers yours before intertwining your fingers. you melt against him as he slots his body behind yours, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. he has to hold back a moan as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, of you. 

art undoes the tie of your robe, peeling it off and putting you on display to him, only in your cute bra and panties. you watch as he grabs the tub of moisturizer himself and unscrews the lid with diligent fingers, warming some between his hands. 

the way art massages your shoulders, it's as if he hopes to melt away your nerves and tension, leaving kisses in their wake. he hums approvingly as he feels you exhale.

you turn around to face him, your robe a silky pool at your feet, a look of momentary bliss on your face from his ministrations. he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm as you cup his cheek with your hand.

art lets out a gasp as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours. he kisses you back in earnest, licking into your mouth as his warm hands wander down to palm your ass, massaging with as much devotion as he'd given the rest of you, pulling you against him. he'd drown in you if you'd let him.

art lays you down on the bed as he continues to massage the moisturizer into your arms, pressing kisses and giving attention to each hand, each individual finger. looking down to meet his gaze, you see his pupils dwarfing the depths of his blue eyes with that little kiss of brown.

you can't hold back your moans as art leaves lingering kisses on the tops of your breasts - he's all lips and tongue and gentle nips, teasing the hardening buds of your nipples through your bra, trailing his way down your stomach. 

art’s lashes flutter shut as he licks the sensitive skin around your navel, tracing teasing shapes with his tongue right above the cute little bow at the top of your panties. god, you tasted so sweet.

art gives you a crooked grin as you squirm, cheeks flushing, breath now coming out in sweet, shallow pants.

"y'know, you're making me wanna keep you here all to myself."

you mumble with weak protest something about being worried about being late, about making a good impression on his grandmother. art chuckles and rolls his eyes with resignation.

"okay, if you say so." he crawls up your body, giving your cheek a tender caress with his thumb as he leans in closer.

"just wait until i get you back here," the words of encouragement more for himself than you at this point as art pulls himself away and goes to retrieve his sweater from the hotel dresser.

a little motivation to get you both through the night never hurt anyone.

[rystiel]

changed it a bit so if u saw this before no u didn’t

[rynli]

Harrier doodle

[chibishortdeath]

I have cleaned up a sketch and then colored it digitally :3!!! I didn’t know Medibang had that feature until recently. Ignore how silly the crosses look— I keep noticing tiny spots I forgot to clean up and I’m just done messing with it 💀💀💀.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 31: Post Game

…for the sake of the world’s happiness.

[lilybug-02]

CT Weird Route Sketches and Behind the Scenes! 😜

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW ;)

Oh, you’ve decided to join me? Wonderful!

Excuse the Mess! Some of these are a little... corrupted? HmmNah. I'm sure it's just how I exported them ;)))

It's hard making a comic. Tons of deleted content, cut dialogue, and entire storylines scrapped forever! It can be a blood, sweat, and tears situation, but I truly enjoyed making the Weird Route!

It was a nice departure of the main story (which is quite mild). Plus if I started feeling art/writing block, I could just work on the other route.

There is A LOT of cut content of Kris and CHara talking. I wanted to keep things condensed, so I kept the pages to a minimum.

I was quite unsure how to END the route. But I knew I wanted Chara to take the full brunt of you... The READER. Chara's promise to Kris, about getting rid of you, was very intentional.

At first I thought it would be a fun idea for Chara to just make the game "no fun" after you possessed them... but I realized this allowed for potentially more story🗿🗿. I did not want that. So after a few GRUELING MONTHS, I finally realized Chara would not be going anywhere. No happy ending :/ Sorry Chara...

I planned on keeping Asriel completely absent. But as I finished, I felt in my gut the end was too lonely. Too isolating. The second I drew Asriel in, I knew it was the right decision. He snapped Chara out of it and allowed for a softer approach to the ending. They both really do complete the narrative together.

FUN FACTS! (wowie)

Chara clutches their chest because their SOUL hurts when you posses them

Humans are capable of magic, but it is almost always physical. This may result in terrible consequences if used wrongly.

Chara likes chocolate

Chara only talks about their past life with Asriel. It is unknown if they remember the events of Undertale with Frisk.

Asriel is talking about Dess when he brings up his late girlfriend. It is implied he feels responsible for her supposed death.

Possessed characters will speak in Undertale text (usually. My own consistency is shaky lol)

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

How You Get The Girl

Contemporary romance

follows a basketball star who left the sport 8 years ago after an injury, who unexpectedly becomes the foster parents for her niece who she encourages to join the high school basketball team

and the team’s coach, who happens to have been a massive fan, and also needs a co-coach

they start to become friends, and when the latter reveals her insecurities about dating and relationships, the other offers to practice dating her so she can figure things out. but of course they start to fall for each other..

lesbian MC, questioning demisexual MC

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Update!

Okay, y’all! My requests are officially open again!

I’ll be posting the first regular fic on the 2nd of November and then continue on from there

Happy requesting!

Stevie

[starlightbelle]

OSOME!!!!!! ✨

[blupengu]

Oh how naive I was…

[lyn-ne]

in full belief that akito would be the type of boyfriend the hype the fuck out of his girlfriend

like kohane had a rough day at school and when she walks in weekend garage, he’d just yell “KOHAMMY” and sprint over, engulfing her in hugs

[lesbiansanemi]

I finished the Meryl/Milly and Clara/Ashildr fic today! Yippee!!

[marmotish]

Got tagged a little while ago by @raccoon-lair and @drinkyoursoupbitch to do this creator vs. MC challenge , thank you! ⭐️

I guess everyone’s probably done this challenge already by now, but if you haven’t and you’d like to join in, please consider yourself tagged! ✨

Picrew link here