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opikiquu · 2 months

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jack shouldve hopped through that window

#★ my art #art #jack walten #twf #the walten files #twf jack #the curse hangs heavy over jack walten /inside joke #Sorry if you see that kyo #twf spoilers #the walten files spoilers #guys im sorry but im praying martin hits us with a ‘it was all a dream’#please i just want them to be happy #Sorry for the horrible moe art of jack #i cant draw realistic ish characters. My style is too cutesie.#So… please excuse me.

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bigfatbreak · 2 months

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The Charity Ball part one / part two / part three / (you are here!)

bonus! rehauled Mayura~

I wanted. something. more dynamic to draw when she was getting thrown around-

#dad villain au #my art #viceroy #bitterbug #marinette dupain cheng #tom dupain cheng #emelie agreste #mayura #adrien agreste #lets fucking gooooooo #ngl this update was just an excuse for me to draw smiling viceroy. even in supervillain form he cant hide how much he adores mari #viceroy's butterfly wing helm curls up at the edges when he's really pleased #so naturally just looking at his kid makes his wings go cute mode

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nipuni · 7 months

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"All in all, not all that bad - being born I mean. Because I could hear music, and I heard Christine."

#phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #erik #cherik #christine daae #yeston and kopit #my art #his dying speech haunts me forever #I love him #I'm posting more than usual because I'm doing next month's patreon work in advance #because I am hosting family until the end of the year and have a ton of work to do on top of it 😖#so please excuse the post timing inconsistencies

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maddymoreau · 1 year

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Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

#Demons and Humans can’t get married even in the present so it adds an extra layer him wanting to introduce us.#There’s a lot more you could add onto this (please do I’d love to hear other’s thoughts).#Like how Diavolo’s childhood affected him just look at the way he describes himself:#“The truth is I am a child in a way. A child who spends his time alone and never gets to do anything interesting.”#A lot of Diavolo’s poor behavior while not excused comes from his childhood.#How Diavolo admits to using his position to force others to do what he wants. Along with how he doesn’t like sharing.#Diavolo’s insecurities in his friendships with others.#Mainly Lucifer and Barbatos which makes sense with how they happened.#IE Forcing Barbatos to become his butler and the oath/deal with Lucifer regarding Lilith.#It’s clear Diavolo is very lonely and carrying a heavy burden.#I like that MCs presence is helping him change into a better person.#Also I don’t think Diavolo hates his father their relationship just isn’t good and very complicated.#Diavolo is such a wonderful character if you have any in-depth posts about him please tag me I’d love to read them!!!#I AM FILLED WITH SAPPY THOUGHTS ABOUT DIAVOLO TONIGHT!!!!#Obey Me #Obey Me Spoiler #Obey Me Nightbringer #OMSWD #Obey Me Diavolo #Diavolo #MaddyMajolish #Is it obvious I can’t sleep because I’m riddled with Blorbo thoughts

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sharkgirldick · 8 months

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I think they laced every weed gummy I've ever had with slutweed...

#image #shark thoughts #feeding frenzy #she only got like. the head in. so I can't say if it was good or not. but damn did I want it.#please do not use this post as an excuse to ask to top me/flirt like you'd like to top me. the answer is no.

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mocha-illustrates · 11 months

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nO, nOOOoo wHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??!!

closeup + their original colors bc i think they look so pretty together :3

#y'all were ruthless in the tags #please don't eat them #this totally wasn't an excuse for me to draw them next to each other #definitely not #also i futzed this perspective so hard #don't look too closely :)))#mocha art #daycare attendant #dca #five nights at freddy's #mer au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun #moon #mer sun #mer moon #sea butterfly!sun #firefly squid!moon

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cosmobrain00 · 7 months

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merry halloween these two losers infected my brain again n the nightmare bf christmas au forced my unwilling hand to finish this🫡

(n evryone say ty to @miwism for the big brained idea im simply the humble messenger🫶)

#might do more doodles too bc gen this made me happy to draw heheheh<3 #LIKE!!! BYLER R SALLY N JACK CODED FR N IDC WHT ANYONE SAYS!! THEYRE EVEN SHAPED THE SAME PLEASE!!!#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #my art<3 #miwi #“why didnt u post this on halloween instead-” MAYBE bc im an impatient bitch n u guys might get more of this from me anyways so..#also an excuse for me to draw will in a dress again LMAO

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invinciblerodent · 5 months

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"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"

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#-ke me back but that didn't fit #astarion #squirrel plays bg3 #when i tell you i reloaded so fucking fast.....#curse my curiosity #jesus fucking christ he's so RESIGNED #it's such an “ah; there it is. yeah can't say I'm surprised but it was nice while it lasted”#it sounds a bit mean but i fully thought he'd get at least a bit nasty about it #(the breakup also doesn't seem to have any options that nets disapproval???)#(which is just..... sad)#(it'd be so much less painful if he could at least hate you for it you know)#(this boy's self-esteem is -as we say in my country- beneath the miner frog's asscheeks)#(and now i need to go spend some time kneeling on the floor sobbing please do excuse me)

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bluegiragi · 1 year

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a night out on the town with the 141 <3 (get prints of these here)

gain early access to art + nsfw exclusives on my patreon

#please PLEASE note the SR initials carved into soap's hip #i went so feral when that idea came to me #simon has a matching pair of initials scarred over his heart <3 #i love my fucked up little romantics #i used this as a very indulgent excuse to practise rendering clothing folds #and also to draw gaz in a sheer shirt #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gazsoap #ghostprice #ghostsoap #gazprice #just covering my bases here #giragi art

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flownwrong · 25 days

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CALLUM KEITH RENNIE as Captain Rayner in Star Trek: Discovery

#when you see this and think what the fuck is that colouring and why this weird selection of moments please consider this:#i cannot gif #also you should see for yourself how yellow (and/or dark) those shots are #(not an excuse lol i've seen people colour much worse with much better results)#and i am also not sane about ckr so i don't choose moments that would look cool in an edit #it's not an edit #it's not even a gifset #it's just me going ahhhhhh! over a guy #thank you kindly for your patience #star trek discovery #callum keith rennie #rayner #itsmegiffing #c6d

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shower-phantom-ideas · 8 months

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Danny as Fenton takes a hit that no human boy should survive while in a different city (im going crossover here) and just transforms into phantom and pretends to be all sad that he died. Just for a moment. He then proceeds to kick the baddies ass. Claims he got ghost powers and fucks off. Imagine if Captain America or Batman saw this while failing ti protect him, hell or any hero type. Danny doesn’t think much on it and just goes on with his week. Continues being Fenton of course but what if he runs into whatever hero, but out if costume, saw him do that.

“How are you here? And alive?”

Danny holding a smoothie:”uhhhh I made a miraculous recovery”

He just shrugs it off and goes about his day. It isn’t until he finally gets some sleep later that night that he wakes up in a cold sweat realising he now knows their secret identity. “Oh well it’s neat I guess” starts to go back to sleep only to bolt back up “oh god now they know my secret identity”

Meanwhile said hero is too busy trying to figure out how to help this random kid to even be worried about the fact that they outed themselves. Someone else probably points it out to them and has to explain it twice before it gets thru.

#danny phantom #crossovers #dp x mcu #dpxdc #dp x dc #I like to use batman a lot cause his need to protect these kids probably makes him a little stupid #like imagine him in the batcave looking into fenton now and nightwing comes in starts asking about it #only to have to find out that bruce basically told the kid hes batman #except bruce is tired and worried so he isnt getting it #no B I mean like how does bruce wayne know the kid died. only batman saw it #if you are trying to make some sort of joke it’s not working. now please excuse me I have to figure this out #a sigh and facepalm #B imagine what the kid is gonna think when bruce wayne asks him how he is alive but batman watched him die.#slowly bruce stops typing and leans back from the computer #he freezes #eyes widening #a soft but sharp intake #oh #yea oh B geeze you must be tired if it took this long for you to get ut #bruce with his head in his hands realising he just messed up big time #maybe he should get more sleep after all #as for the mcu I would like to think it was hawkeye or hulk #I like hulk cause it’s also a bruce but I like hawkeye more. guy is very comfort character #clint just kid I saw you die now why don’t you explain that #danny giving him nothing till clints like come on it’s kinda messed up letting me think I let a kid die isnt it.#oh poor me loosing so much sleep watching a young boy become a ghost. I could hardly go on #danny rolls his eyes laying it on a little thick arent we old man #gasp! I will have you know I am only (insert haskeyes age here)#geeze you are waaayyy okder than I thought

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month

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Punk!Miguel who sits on your strawberry duvet, back against the headboard while you sit in his lap. His eyes are closed while you carefully put on his eyeliner, Kuromi headband on his head.

Punk!Miguel whose hands are on your hips and he can’t help but smile softly when he feels your hands working on him.

“Okay, now open.” You say and he does your command. “Do you want it on your waterline?” You hand him the pencil.

He nods, pushing it back to you. “Can you keep doing it for me, baby?” He hums, content with just holding you.

Punk!Miguel that lets you pull down his lower eyelid carefully, gently drawing the black pencil on. He tries to take subtle glances but they don’t work—you huffing and pulling away.

“Stop! I might poke your eye out!”

He chuckles. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good.” You don’t take his word, putting all your weight on his hips with a twinge of annoyance on your face.

Punk!Miguel who leans up and steals a kiss that makes you squeak in surprise, his hand on your cheek to keep you close. He steals another kiss, and then another and another… Until you drop the pencil and snake your arms around him and he tugs you closer, slipping his tongue between your lips.

#i have brainrot please excuse me #this writing style is so freeing #i’m crazy. but i am Free.#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader

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meowpupp · 3 months

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owner!price trying to teach puppy!soap restraint but he can’t stop humping puppy!reader all hours of the day :( <3

tw://hybrid smut, denial, noncon(?), electrostimulation, edited by someone with dyslexia

ghost who goes on deployment, forcing him to leave pup!soap with price. he has no other choice, after all, soap is known to be rather.... energetic.

the other hybrid practically sends you into an early heat. every opportunity he gets, johnny pushes you down, rutting his leaky cock against your ass.

he can't help it! johnny's never been exposed to something like you. you're so soft, sweet and submissive. he's never been allowed to bully something so pretty. it's not his fault that your cunt is always drooling for him, or that your back arches so pretty when he bites your neck.

he's relentless, always shoving his big hands under your shirt. if he's not grinding against your ass, he's groping your tits. face buried in your chest as he sucks and bites your nipples. he makes you cry and whine, trying desperately to escape while he holds you still. he won't stop until you cum just from him mouthing your tits.

price doesn't mind at first. he enjoys the way you become even more sensitive. how you whine and cry in his lap after johnny's been particularly rough. but that changes once he slips his fingers in your abused cunt, finding the other mutts cum stuffed deep inside.

it's the following morning that he calls simon, speaking lowly on the phone. not even two hours later, and johnny's sporting a brand new collar.

now each time he touches your pretty body, a jolt of electricity runs up his spine. it's painful. and what's even worse is that it leaves his poor cock flushed and red, pre leaking. all he wants is your pretty cunt wrapped around him, whimpering and whining at your feet.

but price isn't known for being merciful. he doesn't take the collar off, nor does he give the pup any toys. johnny ends up spending days trying to get off. rutting against his hands, the couch, your panties. but nothing helps.

and to make it worse, price fucks you hard each night. not even letting johnny see how your pretty cunt gets all swollen and flushed when price forces his cock in you, or how your tits bounce with each harsh thrust.

poor johnny can only listen as you whine and cry, the wet smacks from price hips slamming against your ass. all while he whimper on the other side of the door, rutting his neglected cock against one of your pillows.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months

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thinkin about childhood best friend katsuki (wow shocker) saying he’s “immune” to cooties or he’s “too strong” to get them just to hold your hand and drag you around everywhere because if you’re not at his hip 24/7 there’s a problem.

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willowser · 16 days

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ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

#i wrote this like a madman pls excuse the first draft quality hehe #PLEASEEEE he's so akfhahfkah isn't socialized LOL #doesn't talk to anyone really 🥺has no reason to 🥺#he's new to all this 🥺#doesn't mean to put you in his lil nest and cover you in the smell of him 👀#okay well he DOES but he didn't know it would AFFECT HIM THAT WAY PLEASE #ugh this has been living in my head for so long i'll write more of this when it isn't 1 am LOL #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ willow writes #song is wolf like me by tv on the radio !!!

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c0smiccl0wn · 11 months

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why do i do this to myself?

#i wanted to play with lighting #so the light sources are their arms and eyes #please tell me does it make sense?#yippee for angst #excuse me while i sob now #fnaf eclipse #fnaf ruin #fnaf ruin spoilers #cosmic’s art

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