#ALSO IM NOT DONE

[sukugo]

i love au anicow, but everyday i fall more in love with canonverse anicow, where obikin go to a planet on a mission and anakin's connection with the force leads him to grow cow features. they go back to the council and no one knows how to deal with it, bc it's the first time anything like that has happened to anyone. so, they do medical tests on anakin, and while they try to figure something out, they ask obi-wan just keep an eye on his former padawan and report in the case of anything weird happening.

a few days pass and it's fine. to a certain degree.

bc anakin now has super fuzzy ears that look SO soft to the touch, they make obi-wan's fingertips ache to rub against them. and he now has two small bony portrusions at the top of his skull, that frame his face and somehow make it look even cuter than before. and he now has a tail that swooshes with his each move, motion which has forced anakin to forego his robe and have to cut holes into his pants (imperfect ellipses that stretch further with the weight of the fabric, bringing the line of his ass into view), or to sometimes ditch his clothes altogether, opting for the spacious freeing comfort of his cloak, the tail swishing under the garment, accentuating the knowledge of the nakedness beneath.

not to mention the darker spots that start forming across his skin, perfectly contrasting and bringing out the soft blue of anakin's ever-dazzling eyes.

so yeah obi-wan is fine. it's not like he has been harboring feelings for his padawan for an inappropriately long time—now aggravated by his cattle-like features—anyways.

everything is also fine, when anakin comes to obi-wan's room one night, the front of his tunic soaked, his face flush and brows furrowed, confusion and soft waves of pain swirling in the force around him.

"master, it's..."

anakin doesn't finish his sentence. he doesn't have to, with everything said when he pushes his tunic off his shoulders to reveal his chest glistening with a sheen of wetness that coats it. and no, it's not sweat. or water.

no, because in anakin's chest, from the soft mounds that his breasts have swollen into, from his pink, perked, nipples, obi-wan finds an opaque white liquid gushing out in lovely little drops.

there's milk pouring out of anakin's breast.

running along the curves and dips of anakin's stomach. glazing his skin with a white glow that reaches right above anakin's hipline, stopped by the waist of his pants.

there's milk soaking into the fabric of anakin's trousers.

and another liquid soaking into the fabric of obi-wan's own trousers.

yeah, everything is perfectly fucking fine.

#i mean it's also milk soaking obi-wan's pants #just a different kind #the idea of cow people existing in sw is very much possible #but i LOVE when things that happen aren't really supposed to happen u know #like cow people don't exist #WHY is anakin like this it makes NO sense #which leads to them not knowing how to deal with him and having to learn things through experimentation :) #ALSO IM NOT DONE #ill be back in a bit hehe 😌 #f.txt #sw #obikin #lactation #also anons who sent me anicow stuff months ago if u see this im sorry i have not forgotten u ily i will get to that 😭💖 #anicow

[nipuni]

the snake of eden 🥰

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #my art #I love him!!! #something quick because I'm very busy im sorry 😭 #I have a ton of gomens sketches I want to work on when I'm done with my current deadlines I can't wait #I'm also making new outfits inspired by them!! #and I have a couple of poto paintings to finish!! and more poto content to share very soon eughuehg #also tempted to make doctor who fan art because I love tenth is there even still an audience for it? lmao #the audience is me 😌 #I'm always the most inspired when I'm busy as hell 🥲 #aaaaaa

[eridan-ampora]

i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.

#gray.txt #im really normal about moirails #i need to start writing again LOL #ive done 3 entire fics in the last decade but also im on adhd meds so maybe thatll help #still need 2 overcome my debilitating perfectionism tho. it's a work in progress

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

#cw: suicidal ideation #cw: suicide #cw: self harm #cw: mental health #cw: depression #i made the balloon the main representation of my self destructive urges for a reason but im not going to explain it #i tried to keep a lot of the details in this vague #it would be my worst nightmare if this comic encouraged someone to hurt themselves #so. please dont #for a long time even the thought of making this comic felt so insipid and narcissistic #with the state of the world as it is #having the only threat to your life be yourself felt so privileged and trite and shameful #but doing this comic made me sit down and process things in full #and im just. very grateful i didn't give in to my thoughts back when i sincerely felt i'd be more useful to the world dead #i also feel the need to say that this wont represent everyone's battle with mental illness. its unfortunately different for all of us #there is no fix-all #and im afraid this might be one of those comics that either resonates a lot or misses the target by a mile #i made it for myself foremost. and now that its done im glad i did it #thank you for reading #and please stay alive #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics

[sitzfleischh]

Every week I watch Lou Wilson perform the most stunning, tender depiction of a teenage boy's struggle against compulsory heterosexuality, and he has no idea he's doing it.

#fantasy high #fhjy #dimension 20 #this week's ep has me losing my mind for real i was like cry-laughing at multiple moments #but also EVERYONE IS SO SAD #RIZ!!! FABIAN!!! ADAINE!!! #im not even done the ep yet i have like an hour left

[allykatsart]

The Fall of Joy

Masterpost

An idea that I pray does not happen. I stg Emily better be safe and happy these next two episodes-

Hypothetical Fallen Angel Emily! Because this angst would not leave my brain. It hurts to leave heaven, but she won't be alone. If Emily was cast from heaven, I think the hotel would welcome her with open arms...

Commission me

#hazbin hotel #Hellaverse #charlie morningstar #vaggie #seraphim emily #emily seraphim #Hazbin hotel au #my art #comic #does this count as an AU? #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #the angst was too strong #also emily with that short haircut was v cute #something something religious trauma has done something to me man #i feel emily oof #new episodes today tho!!!!! #im excited and fucjing terrified

[cali]

inferno darling groudon supervises the end of a lot of things

crops and a link to this as a print

#my longest biggest hardest picture ever #if u love me zoom in and wade thru the lava and all that #art #i worked on this since that anon sent me a message let me check #JANUARY 10TH! #i work slow though #but it was 52 hours i counted #and my head changed a lot while working on it and it was very hard and and and and and #and im happy im done but also happy with the picturee 👍

[wasyago]

a random cleo in armor

#wanted to draw here but didn't have any ideas. when in doubt draw armor☝️ #cleo is fun to draw i like her color scheme. but i still need to get better at drawing different body types #this one isn't bad but i feel like i could've done better. need to practice more #hermitcraft #zombiecleo #my art #sketch #also im rushing to post all the backlogged hc art before season 10 starts so there will be 2(+) post per day until then #it's not necessary but i feel like otherwise it'll just drown in the new stuff

[obsob]

bedtime story with my love !!

#mine #cats #oooooooooogh im so cold....bath time bath time :3 ! #i hope everyone is hvaing a good week i am now DONE with work !!!!! hehe !!!!!!!!!! #i might not do any drawing for a little while . maybe just felt tips #also. cannnot for the life of me decide what 2 read...am like 30% way thro assassins fate but Um its . a little intense so im taking a brea #idk what im in the mood for....something....fun... but isnt bad #i feel like all 'light' books r bad. maybe i will just reread the goblin emperor. as i always do when all else fails #also. am going ice skating tomorrow i am SO excited . i hvent been in so so long its so exciting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #mwah. hve good evening :3

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

#team ranchers #team rancher #rancher duo #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #trafficshipping #mcyt recursive exchange #events #fic fanart #my art #“canary has butterfly-shaped wings it cant do a dramatic spread like that” watch me. (draws dramatic wings) (sorry) #“you have 90 minutes” have been rattling in my brain for so long ever since i suddenly remembering a web weave using it (yes the beeduo one #very glad i can release it (using it in art) from its confines (my mind) #hm i suppose the title would be more in theme if its abt limited life ranchers #← havnt watched limlife yet #but! happy with what i come up with. lil bit proud even #had so much trouble with the panelling and layers in p2 cause it looks too busy (explodes) #also punching the floor bc i only noticed the “yes-no” pair(?) in the original poem when im already half-done w/ the comic #me when making silly comic makes you do poem analysis #i dont even go there ← does not have enough poetic braincells

[siren-of-agony]

Answers to "it hurts"

I know (apologetically)

I know (condescendingly)

It's supposed to

Good

I'm sorry

It'll be over soon

Stop whining

And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*

Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*

You're supposed to say 'thank you'

I love hearing you say that

This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain

Get used to it

You'll get used to it

Stop lying

At least you still feel it

Shut up

Why don't you beg me to stop, then?

Can't be that bad if you're still talking

I don't care

Did I ask?

It's the only way you'll learn

You can take it

Answers to "please stop"

#whump #whump dialogue prompt #whump dialogue #whump prompt #whumblr #I've had this in my drafts half done for 3 weeks but after finishing 3 prompts for whumpmas and not getting the instant gratification of #posting #i needed to throw something out there today so i would maybe get a bit of serotonin from posting #additions always welcome #also yes theres a dif between get used to it and you'll get used to it #and yes im defening me in front of myself cause every time i read it i think i accidentally have the same thing twice #but like #it's different #right?

[kokoasci]

colored them in !! for funsies

#really really like how dazai’s skirt came out #im not going to lie this is the messiest coloring i think ive like ever done #sorry if it looks strange i used a bunch of new textures + colors but also didnt render a lot #ok ive been HARD procrastinating on studying off i go now to learn all of astrophysics in one day #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fanart #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #soukouku #kokoart

[triona-tribblescore]

He's a little silly but we support him all the same <3

#Im so sure someone has probably already done this #but everytime I see this legend of a vine I think of our metaphorical dumb blond turtle <3 #lil guy is so smart in all areas bar the obvious #nahhh but fr the headcannon of leo and april being each others queer confidant has my heart <3 #love them sm <3 #also I need to draw april more?? #love her so much i really should #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #rottmnt comic #rottmnt fanart #unpause rottmnt #tribbleart

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader) part 1

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The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesn’t know how to function on leave without Ghost’s voice in his ear.

Johnny’s two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simon’s up to.

The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simon’s up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Lt’d do his fuckin’ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if he’s got a girl tucked away at home). 

Is it so unusual? Johnny can’t remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghost’s presence feels like an extension of his own these days. He’s cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?

Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep). 

He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that. 

Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as he’s able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. He’s worked with superior officers before—plenty of times, hundreds of times—but there are few men of Ghost’s calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?

Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghost’s dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthful—it’d give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesn’t think about it. Laughs at a mate’s joke at the pub when he didn’t catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.

He’s not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghost’s favourite. 

Then, one day, he meets a girl.

Johnny’s not winning an award any time soon for world’s best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invites—all that fun stuff. He’s sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sister—nearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when it’s thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.

He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but that’s a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. There’s a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe it’ll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back. 

“Jesus, who gave ye the right?” Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket. 

“The right?” she repeats back, blinking.

“To leave the house lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous. Glad I wasn’t driving when I passed you by—woulda been in a twenty car pile up.”

She’s not impressed in the slightest. It’s thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression he’s ever made, but he’s made worse ones. It’s not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle. 

He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mam’s never liked him more, so at least there’s that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the florist’s, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed. 

He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth. 

“Are ye just gonna use me and kick me out?” he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle. 

“You know, you don’t have to pussyfoot around with me. Weren’t you just trying to get laid?” she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him. 

“No’ just some playboy, hen,” he scoffs. “I have feelings too.”

Her other eyebrow lifts. He’s tickled pink.

He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. He’s used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor. 

When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue. 

Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. He’ll pay for that later. 

In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they don’t call, they don’t write, they don’t email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. It’s not Ghost’s fault he trickles into Johnny’s dreams sometimes. 

A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesn’t know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind. 

He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. She’s sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kick—everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself. 

Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?

He looks pointedly away. 

It’s new, but maybe he’s like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitment—he spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?

Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave. 

“C’mon, promise me you’ll call, hen,” Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. “How’m I gonna survive without ye, huh? They’re gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.”

“So dramatic. You have my number,” she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.

“No, please, baby, please—promise me—”

“Oh my god, alright, fine—I’ll call. Now get going already.”

The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, it’s straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder. 

When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction. 

Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that. 

“Aye, Lt. Just for you.”

#99% chance im gonna edit this to fuck before i post it on ao3 because im trying to properly balance the pov switch #also its not done yet #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghoap x reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost/reader #soap/reader

[starryaike]

Song - Feel Better by Penelope Scott

#Been thinking about this for a while and I finally did it! #Look at it! #Tbf this song also fits Flowey a LOT #But Chara lives in my brain. so #this is the first time ive done something like this i hope it's good #also if there's any better way to format posts like these tell me cause god knows i do Not know how to use this site #anyways i think about them a lot #im gonna go cry bye #undertale #chara #chara dreemurr #asriel #asriel dreemurr #lyric comic #my art

[shriika]

something is happening at the stillwater....

#imagine theyre meeting for the first time at a rager evas hosting #another W for the bi community eva stays winning #pathologic #yulia lyuricheva #daniil dankovsky #eva yan #pathologic classic hd #im so sorry if this has been done before i just couldnt stop thinking about it #мор утопия #also YES eva is taller than daniil for sure #eva yahn #shriikadraws #pathologic fanart #ok enough tags sorry