#but i'm working on it :)

[canisalbus]

I feel like if Machete was a cat he would be a lanky little oriental who would sit on top of the cabinets thinking you couldn't see him but his big ol' ears would give away that he was there

Also Vasco would be a big orange cat, the kind that lives on your front porch and is friends with everyone in a several mile radius

.

#I'd draw this but folks have been requesting to see them as cats for a while now #and I don't want to lock down their cat designs with a rushed doodle #but I'm working on it #yes I also see Machete as oriental shorthair #one with big bat ears and long face #Vasco has orange tabby energy #and he'd be very doglike even as a cat #answered #anonymous

[mailamoon]

Pyjama party !

The two badass lovers are being silly.

#one piece #zosan #black leg sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #artists on tumblr #one piece zosan #fanart #one piece fanart #i did this really quickly I didn't even bother to have neat lines #traditional art #watercolor #my art #i hate drawing Zoro #but I'm working on it #gosh this one is hard to take on photo #it's way better in real #but hey i'm not a digital artist so let it be

[humanityinahandbag]

I finally lost THIRTY pounds.

Thirty pounds (or roughly 14 kg) is the same as;

Two upright vacuums

A whole ass whippet dog

A medium sized rug

A 50 inch (127 cm) flatscreen TV

A fuckin mountain bike

Two bowling balls

I just want to highlight just how much that is, because this is huge for me! I've always struggled with weight, and seeing myself become healthier is such an achievement. It's in no way been an easy journey. There have been months where the scale didn't move, or where my weight fluctuated, but to see it finally tick down to a thirty pound loss is a massive achievement for me.

I've got a ways to go, but knowing that I've made my health a priority, that I've improved my quality of life, that I haven't given up, and that I can see those results is just mind-blowing.

#weight loss #health #healthy #healthy eating #exercize #I lost a whole whippet dog y'all #it's so hard not to look in the mirror and NOT see a body I was unhappy with #I'm basically blind to that #but I'm working on it

[tag-if]

"A Clandestine Meeting?"

some A. Caras art for you all— who did they meet up so late at night, outside the palace walls, and...are those lipstick stains?

I tried to keep it more gender neutral but it ended up looking a little more like masc Caras than fem

anyway! enjoy under the cut :)

#tag-if #the advisor's game #twine wip #ro; a. caras #i know i put a different tag on my other one #but this is more like #actual artwork #so i'm gunna give it a different tag #the jester's side hustle #makes sense as a tag to me #also i know the hair isnt super good for curls #but i'm working on it #very proud of the tattoo though #took me so long akdjs

[softleesam]

admitting you don't have a driver's license is so embarrassing likee yes 16 year old babies can do that but not i💀

#i'm simply built different💫 #it does suck though when you have long distance friends:( #but i'm working on it #non tickles

[kalevalakryze]

heya; bit off more than I can chew with these events and a second job So just a little update; I'm Pausing all my work for whumptober and Sabine week 😔 I've burnt myself out a little too close to the sun y'know I have every hope to return to these fics and I do still have notes for each prompt and each day that I'm excited to work on, I just physically don't think I'll be able to get to them and release on these exact dates for my own mental health; Hopefully I'll have all the fics done soon, but I have 40 fics on the to do list between all of these events right now... Please know that I'm trying So Hard and I'm not giving up on them, It's just going to take me longer than I wanted to get them out

#i am anxiously twiddling my thumbs #don't be mad ok #they will get done #I just keep overwhelming myself #and it's been a minute since I cried but #Have been crying like a baby back bitch over this #I just need more time #and more sleep #and better word processors #but i'm working on it #and I'm working hard #and I am still excited #I just have to slow down #you know

[frankencanon]

How'd I do? 🎨🥹 (it's a birthday present for my mom)

#dog #dogs #dogs of tumblr #animals #pets #uhh #paintings #paint #art #i tried lol #i love art but like. painting has always been my worst #i can draw and sculpt whatever #but painting? that's where i draw the line #i NEVER painting growing up so like. i'm still learning #still new to it #but I'M WORKING ON IT #alright enough rambling i gotta sign it now

[laismoura-art]

Thanks for contributing to the harumi fandom, I love ur aus and hcs about her!!

Awww! It is always my pleasure!🩷✨️

I absolutely love to Headcanon and brainstorm about her!

My girl has such untapped potential, and it warms my heart that you guys were so receptive to all my ideas for her!🩷🩷🩷

So thanks, y'all, and please, have this quick sketch of our girl!

The closest thing I ever drew from her canon attire, but with a couple of my headcanons!

Hope you enjoy it, and thanks all of you for being so nice!

#my tumblr goal for 2024 is to answer all the asks that were sent to me #I'm sorry y'all it's nothing personal #i just suck at answering asks #but i'm working on it #anyways #our best girl: #harumi shirai #lady shirai #subscorprumi #cause her plant was a gift from her husbands #buckle up harumi girlies #my harumi era has just started!

[wildskissed]

@dxnse-macabre gets our rockstar!au starter

Finding a way to unwind, was one of the things that Eve looked forward to after a long day at work. She loved her job, but every once in a while she needed something else, and tonight felt like a sign. One of her favorite performers was playing, so she had dolled herself up a little and headed out, getting familiar with the bar before the screaming happened and the lights dimmed.

The moment Astarion's voice floated through the microphone, Eve found herself getting a little more into the spirit of it all. His voice had a way of caressing all of her senses, which was part of why she had wanted to come see him. She didn't want to think of herself as just some groupie, but she knew all the words to his songs, and at one point had managed to push her way up to the front by the stage. Whether she liked it or not, he had to know from the way she was singing along and smiling up at him that he had a fan...one way or the other.

Eve had come here to let loose, and let loose she did...so much so that by the end of his set, she eventually found herself in the bathroom, having to eat a ginger chew from her purse to keep the alcohol down, heels in one hand. She wasn't used to wearing them too often, and much preferred to be barefoot even though this probably wasn't the most sanitary place. Still, one thing led to another, and she was starting a fight with some guy twice her size, which ended in her landing a punch, him going down, and then a slightly inebriated redhead slipping into the VIP section of the bar, asking the bartender for ice by name.

Realizing Astarion was there with body guards and at least one club bouncer, Eve paused a moment, setting her heels on the bar as she took a seat on the bar stool. "Thanks, Luke," she managed when she got the ice, pressing it to her knuckles before she chanced a look at Astarion. If she said the wrong thing, she was sure one of his bodyguards would usher her out. Only reason they hadn't yet was her acting like she was important, all buddy/buddy with the bartender, but there was a good reason behind that. "You should see the other guy," she told Astarion, flexing her fingers and wincing just a little before she gave him a smile. "You look familiar..." No, Eve, that was not smooth.

#dxnsemacabre #this verse is going to have its own tag #i just don't know what it is yet #but i'm working on it #╰•★ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇʀɴᴇꜱꜱ★ [verse tbd] #alcohol tw #alcohol cw #violence tw #violence cw

[thelaurenshippen]

once again gazing lovingly at the incredible conspiracy board art from @maxinemilespod by Shae McMullin, I miss this show so much

#maxine miles #audio drama #i WILL be making a season 2!!!! #I just don't currently have a good way of funding it #but I'm working on it

[rainbowcarousels]

I don't have anything finished for VC smutty sunday, but I can give you the opening for the new Stars fic which I hope is smutty enough.

Lestat hesitated at the door. You might be surprised to hear that if you’re familiar with a creature such as he. Lestat de Lioncourt, the Prince of the vampiric realm, the immortal brat, Lelio everlasting –  when was he known for hesitating at anything? Had he not plunged himself into every adventure, thrown his heart with wild abandon and let things fall as they may time and time again? 

There was still that inside him, he could find it if he grasped hard enough but it had been less than a year since he’d made the decision to come out of the cold and this had been where he’d done that. It had a significance, even if it was a blinding sort of significance that made it so you couldn’t look at it too long before it became uncomfortable.

Trinity Gate.

This was where too much of his heart lived now and he was aching to be so far from it. It was easy to fall into the old trappings of needling Louis until he came around or at least got annoyed enough to come to him if only to give him a ticking off for his behaviour, but it wasn’t just about Louis anymore, was it? Something rose in him that was darkly possessive, but he hadn’t been able to parse who he was feeling possessive of. Either? Both?

Maybe it was just a sense of longing that had become feral, but a longing for what exactly was still unknown. 

Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise then that the moment the door opened and revealed Armand, not in some unregulated splendour as he often was when people showed up at his homes – the ever gracious host having already figured out how to provide for them.

Not that, not tonight.

If anything, his clothing looked oversized and even accounting for modern fashion, if he had to guess. Lestat would bet that the t-shirt that stretched down to show his collarbone belonged to Daniel. It wasn’t distressed enough to belong to Louis, and Louis was not much one for things that didn’t cover his arms given his tendency to allow himself to get cold from the hunger rising.

It looked good on him – almost as if he could pass for one of the hordes of college students that plagued the city, not a care in the world. Just a barefoot Botticelli wandering around as if he had no other plans, no other things to take up his night and that Lestat was a surprise despite the fact he imagined that he’d been tracking him since he landed. 

There were a thousand greetings on the tip of his tongue, but no words came. 

Only desire enflamed him, a need all encompassing that pushed him forward. Their lips met not in a moment of sweet reunion but a fierce and possessive branding and within moments, Lestat had him  pinned with one hand above their heads on one of those supposedly priceless paintings Armand always seemed to be able to find from the four corners of the earth.  The temptation to rip into his throat there, to let him claw and destroy something priceless in the throes of their passions was tantalising – at least until Armand pushed back, slamming him into the wall without warning.

This was new. 

This wasn’t how they played their game. Not when it truly was a game and not some real anger or frustration. 

From the very beginning, all the way from his Cinderella reveal in Paris, Lestat had always been the partner leading them one way or another but something had shifted in Armand over his time in this place. Something more demanding had slipped into his skin, perhaps a ghost of a mortal boy brought out by having his other spectres around or simply a sign he was comfortable enough to push Lestat into own desires.

It was intoxicating, this new sense of to and froing; this dance macabre they had been indulging in with each other the last few months.  Every vicious scratch of Armand’s nails, every desperate noise from his throat or Lestat’s own or heaving sigh of the drywall or splintering decor – it was embodiment of some desperate desire suddenly brought to the surface. It was a frantic desire for connection, for the mortal flesh was not enough and they had to seep into one another's souls through the blood. itself. 

Armand’s teeth teased along his neck, the most irritating scratches without the plunge and if he didn’t hurry it up, Lestat would pull him back to him and bite through his lip instead. The little monster had to know what he was doing, but how he retained the ability to be calculating at a moment like this was utterly insulting. The desire to pin him against the wall like a butterfly in some collection was almost more than he could bear and Armand was choosing to make him wait? 

There was a sudden, sharp pull against his hair and in the blinding moment of shock and enough pain to make it good, Lestat allowed himself to be pushed onto the broken mirror below. There were splinters going into his skin, but the sharpness of it barely registered as Armand looked down at him through those ridiculous lashes, warmth and passion lighting up his eyes like a fire in a hearth calling him home. 

Lestat winked at him and watched as Armand rolled his eyes, enough of a distraction to get his belt thrown away as if it offended him by existing and get at Armand’s skin. There was still a lingering warmth, not enough but hiding just beneath the centre as Lestat ran his tongue down Armand’s stomach. Different divots and muscular structure to Louis’ and the idea of comparing their bodies in such close proximity was enough to drive Lestat to pull down Armand’s pants.

No underwear. 

Was that on purpose? Had he left them off knowing he was coming or did he simply often not wear them? They’d been intimate with each other, drank from one another but the undressing, the nakedness of each other, they’d never really done such a thing and here they were in the ruins of the entrance, crossing the line as he crossed the threshold.   One of these nights, he wanted to bathe him, to lay him out without a stitch and explore every inch of his skin.

It was in the edges of the soft hair of his sex that Lestat found his thirst could wait no longer. Sinking his teeth into the skin, the pull of his heart was so sweet – trying valiantly against him, but Lestat was not the prince for no reason, was he? He could have drained and destroyed him here and it was this very fact that spurred him on, them on as he was sure it was not merely his thought but their thought as they blended together, rutting like a couple of mortals and every bit a slave to their passions as they would be. It was not a single groan or movement but their moans, their bodies entwined in the most sacred act of death and love.

They were so close, on the cusp of something that terrified him, that terrified them but they were so near now that it would take a truly spectacular fool to run away from it now as the crescendo hit them with such a dizzying force that Lestat pulled Armand down beside him. The sudden loss of the blood was terrible, but Armand had bitten through his lip at some point and it was dripping down his lip so all Lestat had to do was reach out and lick it up as they lay there panting, a thin film of blood sweat on their heaving half dressed bodies while they were surrounded with glass and mirror shards stuck in their skin.

There was a pleasant buzzing to his skin, a sense of being sated and being utterly insatiable at the same time. Armand merely reached over and kissed him, licking the remains of his own blood from inside Lestat’s mouth like a kitten lapping before he lay back in his arms. 

“Welcome back.”

Lestat met his eye and found something in Armand’s expression that was only playful, not a hint of antagonistic mockery but something more like a private joke between them.

Lestat found himself smiling back without thinking about it, especially when Louis walked in the door and simply stared at them with his mouth open like a particularly perplexed guppy. He must have been out with Armand’s fledgling because the next words he could hear were. 

“You ripped my t-shirt!” Lestat double checked and yes, it seems the t-shirt had been a casualty of teeth and nails. 

A small price to pay.

#i know it's still a little rusty #lestat is hard #(to write but the other way too) #but i'm working on it #vcsmuttysunday #vc #fic series: the only constant is change #fic: here beneath my lungs

[youchangedmedestiel]

I did my own research about Cas feeling longing. And I found an old meta that satisfies me. I'll have to think more about it but for now I decided it will be my canon. Especially with my current rewatch, I'll keep that in mind for when I reach season 4.

Anyway, that's not my point. My point here is that it isn't really the same definition I choose to work with for my current fic. But I hope in the fanfic itself it will make sense and that you'll like it. I'll post it as soon as I'm satisfied enough with it, this weekend at the latest. Promise.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #writing fanfiction #this is kind of a new type of fic for me #cas feels longing #it's smuttier #I'm shy about it #but I'm working on it #I hope you'll like it #it happens in season 12 #before episode 12x10 #Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets #cas and dean bickering #they are not talking to each other #cas is sick of being ignored by dean #so he tries things #those things work like a charm #dean is weak for cas #who can blame him #i don't #my destiel fanfic

[cntrpt]

Hi friend! It’s been a while. Hope life and school are all going well! Sorry haven’t said hi in a bit 🥲

Heyy, how are you doing?? I am so sorry, I kinda disappeared I know, but in the last few months my barely-existent social life decided to make up for the past five years or so, and I'm not joking when I tell you it's completely draining🫠 Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I'm not used to it, so I'm trying to find a balance or something😭

Things are mostly good, yk that girl I mentioned before that I was trying to understand if we could become friends or not? Well, things are still a little strange, but we did go together at a philosophy-event (so random, but it went actually really well) and now we are talking and texting each other every few days (very, very random things, but still), so I really don't know what to make of the situation ahah. But I mean, better than before for sure, even if I still don't know if and how this thing is going to work out.

On another note, I dyed my hair. I mean, part of it, and it was because of an agreement with the hairdresser: she would do it for free, but she would also choose the colour for an experiment. So now I have some violet locks, but when it'll fade I will be choosing, so dark-red it is✌️

Anyway, those are the two biggest things I'm currently dealing with. What about you? Any news recently?

#also currently trying to find a new hyperfixation #a difficult task as it is #but i'm working on it

[popcorn-plots]

favorite notes game tag so far from @quordleona03

#notes game #ps i'm running the mile today with my dad #and I wrote a bit #favorite tag #whoo #yes I look at all the tags because I have no life #but I'm working on it

[angstyaches]

Just saw your latest tags. I know it’s easier said than done, but please try not to put too much pressure on yourself, Flick. Your writing is always great, and even if it wasn’t as good as the standards you set yourself, I’m so attached to the StW boys that I’d happily read a 5000 word fic about Elliott baking a cake at this point - and I’d enjoy it, because it was written by a writer I love about characters I adore!

Nobody will mind if things take a little longer. Just try and have faith in yourself and take care <3

(Being brave and coming off anon for the first time to post this!!)

My dear, thank you so much for this beautiful ask. I appreciate that coming off anon means a lot so please know I'm so, so grateful. You're already a precious human to me, and seeing you in my notes always brightens my day immensely. (Honestly, Elliott would happily be caught in a 5,000 word cake-baking situation.)

For the rest of the asks relating to this topic, I'm going to pop them under a cut because I don't want to take up too much of people's dashboard space, but I adore and appreciate you all 🖤

🍄: You're an absolute star, which I hope you already know by now. Thank you for always being such an amazing human.

🐆: Thank you my dear!

And last anon, this legitimately made me choke up when I got it so thank you as well 🖤🖤🖤

#ask #anon #vibriovibrato #you are all so amazing and i don't feel like i deserve you #but i'm working on it #mental health mention #Flickposting

[rooster-does-art]

Practicing drawing humans.

#Silver Wing #Art #Random Art #Human #Yea its not the best #But I'm working on it #Also #Don't have to draw hands if I don't draw the whole arm!