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yumedoca · 2 days
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This one is a little present for @fricchead for being so kind for giving me a lesson on her rendering process; once again, thank you so much!! ( ^ω^)
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nuppu-nuppu · 5 months
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Woah
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bxnnie-bxwl · 2 months
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thought i would finally share of the bunny brother au ive mentioned before! theres more to it but heres some sketches for time being!
so its from the start is an anthro au which bonnie (glam bonnie) and barnaby (withered bonnie) are brothers. they dont have any family except for them selves and barnaby basically raises bonnie on his own (its very inspired by movie mike and abby ive realised KJDFGSD so basically their dynamic). Barnaby is disabled, having lost an arm and his sight from an accident and does his best to take care of bonnie <333
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anyoneinside · 2 months
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Protag n coworker from elevator hitch pls (I need more wholesome art of them plsplsplspls the angst is angsting too muchhdjshshsjakjqhsksnqj)
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Sorry for taking so long, homework attacked me (/ˍ・、)
But it was really a delight to draw these two! I'll definitely have to do it again sometime in the future.
Thank you so much for the request !!
Play Elevator Hitch !!
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itslouistomlinson · 3 months
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my gift to @louieshalo for the @hlholidayexchange 
HARRY AND LOUIS + PERFORMING NIGHT CHANGES IN 2014 (insp.)
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simple-persica · 4 months
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Hello @askivv! I was your match for the @technoblade-gift-exchangethis time around, so here's some techno celebrating baby's first hunt!
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flamingtoads · 2 months
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smimon · 1 month
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200 followers giveaway drawings for @ajitanparmesan ! You asked for Daltons being silly so how about them sharing one electric scooter and one movie ticket 👀
Unshaded cinema scene under the cut so you can see what's up with their legs
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koreplus · 3 months
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gift for @revacholianpizzaagenda for the @palestaticexchange !! something something slight invasion of personal space
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fic-and-art-for-ships · 3 months
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Merry Christmas to @ksspectacles ! I was your secret Santa for this year. All three of them was so much fun to draw. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas gift from yours truly!
@secretsantafrans
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bridgeportbritt · 4 months
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Pendula View. A quaint and sleepy country of smalltown people with hospitatible charm. At least that was the case for the people who called Pendula View home. They had common jobs like farming, carpentry, or local business owners. The people of Pendula View (Pendites) had a real sense of community, work ethic, and pride.
But, to the outside world, there was only one thing known about the mysterious country - it's ruthess dictators, The Goths. Mortimer and Bella Goth ran a tight ship. No information about the inside world got in, while nothing got out. In the early 1900s when countries like Simerica and Komorebi were advancing with modern technology like vehicles and telephones, Pendites didn't even have electricity. That is how The Goths liked it. It was how they retained control.
But control couldn't last forever....
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beginning | next
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rainsoms · 5 months
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trick or treat !!!
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TREAT!!! get tron-ed
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moonlightsmasquerade · 8 months
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ooh doodle requests
can we get Adam doing something suspicious. anything at all. maybe he's eating a kitkat wrong maybe he's staring at someone for an uncomfortably long time maybe he tried to pick up a piece of technology and it started fritzing out. anything you'd like I just wanna see him being a little freak
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Why do electronics always seem to mess up around this guy???
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aho-dapa · 4 months
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Some elucien smut
for @kateduchessofdolittle
Edit: just some good ol’ cunnilingus in the garden
Light streams down through the trees and hits the angles of her face in such a way that Lucien has to pause to take it in. Strands of chestnut blond hair glows bright, almost like sunlight itself.
Elain is talking about roses and how she used to eat them when she would forage through the forest near their old cabin. She would dry some so she could put in her father’s tea.
A small bitter smile for her father before it melts into fondness.
He can only focus on her, on how long it took to get to this moment where she felt comfortable around him. It had taken a lot of walks in the garden. Of offering to listen to her thoughts without judgement.
She looks up at him then, her smile near blinding. Dazzlingly, her brow furrows in confusion and faint amusement.
“Here.”
Mind still addled from her visage, Lucien doesn’t think anything of it when she pushes a rose petal in his mouth.
He chews on it, curious.
Would Night Court roses taste different from Spring Court ones?
“It’s not that sweet. Since it’s darker.” Elain tells him, plucking a petal from the same rose and placing it in her mouth.
Lucien thinks something momentous has just happened. What, he can’t really tell.
She breathes suddenly and Lucien watches her body flush nearly as red as the roses around her.
“The roses here…” she begins, putting her hand over heart, as if to steady it, “they don’t have any… special effects?”
Fae roses. Prythian roses. Only as magical as the grass is.
But Lucien doesn’t say that.
“Elain.”
It must be the way he says it, the way his gaze falls along her collarbone to the hand on her chest. Her low-cut dress is typical in the human lands. The boning and structure of it. She had explained it to him once, not knowing all he wanted to do was find out for himself. To undo the laces in her hand.
He looks up, to her warm brown eyes, and she nearly jumps in surprise.
“Elain.” He whispers this time. A request.
Her breathing becomes unsteady. Her hand falls to her lap. The rose pricks her finger.
Elain hisses, breaking eye contact, and Lucien can smell the blood on the breeze.
“Here,” he repeats her earlier words, “Let me.”
Her extends his hand out for her and she places the back of her hand in his palm. His thumb curls over her wrist, over her pulse.
It’s simple magic. But he blows gentle on the wound before healing it. Her hand twitches. Her heart beats faster.
He looks over their joined hands. Again, a request.
“Lucien.” She breathes out his name, and he slowly slides his hand from her wrist to her forearm, kneeling before her where she sits on the stone bench.
The garden around them almost quiets over the pressure beating in this moment, in their bodies.
He looks up at her, and she leans forward, her hair brushing his cheek.
“What can I do?” His touch is tentative, from her arm to her thigh. Assuring that this was what he could ask for.
Elain pinches her lips, her expression even more flushed.
She doesn’t know how they got here, or why she spreads her legs open for him to fit between.
She is no stranger to these types of relations, but it’s been years and what grows between her and Lucien is a delicate thing. Or maybe all things beginning to her seem delicate.
Maybe it’s in the way he’s currently touching her, as if he doesn’t want keep her in a place she doesn’t want to be.
With his hands rubbing up her legs, over her under clothes, near her inner thighs, there is nowhere else she would rather be.
“My,” she begins, still nonetheless embarrassed, “my underclothes. You’ll have to undo my whole dress to… to get underneath them.”
Which meant other things. And they were currently in someone else’s garden.
Something in Lucien’s eyes sharpen at that and he takes a moment to consider her before he seemingly decides on something. She doesn’t have much time to wonder what he means by, “Winter Solstice, then,” until he’s under her dress and pressing his chest to her leg, his face on her thigh. His puffs of breath make her legs tremble.
Elain bites the inside of her cheek, looking up at the ceiling of the small stone veranda. She casts a glance through the windowless openings. Not enough to be caught, but enough for her to be seen.
She makes a small, muffled sound when his hands reach for the clothing between her thighs—and rips her under clothes apart at the seam. She almost falls back in surprise, and she holds onto the edge of the bench to keep her steady.
But then he’s there, his breath ghosting over her skin. And she’s gripping onto the bench even harder, her own breathing barely under control, when Lucien holds the under part of thighs and licks from bottom to top. His tongue slips in between her folds and he takes a moment to slowly glide his tongue flat against her clit.
She gasps at that, suddenly alarmed by the way her eyes water, when she instinctively rubs against his tongue more.
She keeps her mouth closed, her moans muffled, when he continues to tighten his hold on her thighs and lean her back a little so he can have more access to her.
Elain is so lost to the sensation of his tongue on her, that she wishes she could grab his hair instead, to pull him away by it so she can pull him up to kiss her. But most of those thoughts are gone the moment the tip of his tongue slips inside her. Gliding over the edge, in and out, deeper and deeper, until she’s lifting her hips to his rhythm, unable to even think about being caught in this situation.
Now seated at the edge of the bench, keeping her own legs apart, Lucien licks over her clit again while his fingers rub against her before slipping inside. It aches a little when his fingers curl into her, his knuckles stretching her even more.
But then Lucien sets a quick pace, one that forces her to divide her attention between her rising orgasm and making sure she doesn’t fall off the bench. One where she can’t hold back her moans as well as she should, where if anyone were to walk by, they would know what was happening under her dress by her face, by her sounds.
Her heel that she had dug into the grooves of the tile give way, pushing Lucien’s fingers deeper into her unexpectedly, and Elain cries out as her body trembles into her orgasm.
Lucien lifts his mouth from her and puts his arms under her legs and around her waist, keeping her steady. He buries his face in her leg, near her thigh, and Elain shivers, oversensitive.
They remain like that, trying to find their breath. Elain tries to hear over the beating of her own heart to listen to the sounds of birds around them. She eventually looks down at Lucien, still buried in her dress, with the tips of his shoes peeking out from the hem. The sight of it is ridiculous enough to her that she chuckles a breathy laugh and caresses his head over the layers of her dress.
“Come out of there so I can kiss you.” Elain states with a bright smile.
Lucien huffs, laughing, and the feel of it sends shivers down her spine. She taps his head pointedly in retaliation.
Lucien leans back on his heels but ends up getting caught in her dress. Muffled and almost annoyingly amused, Lucien pleas, “Help. I cannot find the exit.”
Elain laughs again and starts pulling her skirts up, finding modesty useless in this situation.
Lucien stretches backward and makes a disgruntled sound when he lands on his back, her skirts puffing up. Her dress still covers his waist and she finds herself trying not to burst out laughing at the knots in his hair. But it’s the bright softness in his eyes that makes her stifle them.
Lucien breathes deep, staring up at her.
Elain would have started squirming under the intensity of his gaze, if she were not so happy, “Didn’t I tell you to do something?”
She goes to poke his side gently with her heel, but he hisses suddenly, pushing her leg back, “Careful, careful! I have a situation down there.”
Well. That would be understandable.
Elain peers down at him, on the mossy stone floor, and she’s tempted to have him right here, in this veranda. She’s certainly well enough prepared for him after all.
“Well, we can’t have you walking back like that.”
Lucien’s answering smile is but nothing short of devious. And if not a little fond.
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draconicsparkle · 1 month
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So I’m a little late to the party, but better late than never! This is for @pixelatedraindrops and is a belated birthday gift for her! Thanks for chatting with me, I really appreciate it.
This takes place in my Twin Detectives au. It’s something that would occur close to the end of the au so I’d highly recommend reading the short series first. The link is in my pinned post on my blog! First one is The Masks I Wear.
But yeah, this is a little extra bit for that series. Hope you enjoy!
Makoto sighed in relief as he stepped off the private jet’s steps and onto the runway. Flying was okay, he supposed. But it was always far better to be on solid ground. Perhaps it would be different if he could have flown the plane himself, but the staff at the WDO constantly went on and on about him not having a piloting license and how it was for his safety and to let his mind rest that they had others control the vehicles while he was on the job. Part of him really wanted to spill the beans about his immortality thing but he ultimately decided to just let it go.
But anyways, he was back from an overseas mission. It hadn’t been too hard. It was fairly easy to go under cover with his young face and body. No one ever saw it coming that the petite, innocent looking kid was the investigator they were fearing. And they would never know. He hid his tracks well and completely. Only a few knew his true identity as Number One of the World Detective Organization.
And speaking of that, he was ecstatic that he could finally see one of them again. His only family, Yuma. It had been a few months since they had last met up and he was practically dying to see his brother once more. That thought put a bit of a skip in his step as he dragged his suitcase behind him to the car that was waiting for him. “Take me to the main office,” he instructed the driver. He didn’t have much to do there, just needing to drop off some files and then he could return home.
He drummed his fingers on his leg as he watched the world go by through the car window. He started envisioning all the things he and Yuma could do once he got there. Maybe they could go out to eat. Or a movie. Or a walk in the park. He wouldn’t mind a conversation about work, so long as it was with Yuma. Anything and everything was good to him.
His thoughts didn’t stop even as he did his necessary tasks at the office and hopped into his own vehicle. Despite how much time had passed and how their lives had been, the two still remained close. Yuma looked visibly older than him due to his ability to age. He appeared approximately ten years older, with long lilac hair and a taller body. But inside, the same kind soul resided. The one that had accepted his biological clone for who he was and even considered him family. Nothing would ever break the bond they had, he was sure of it.
His spirits remained high and even grew once he caught sight of the home. He was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement as he pulled into the driveway and unbuckled his seat belt. He saw his brother’s car so it was clear that he was at the house. So it was perfect!
He grabbed his suitcase and lugged it up to the front door. He slid his key into the lock and pushed the door open. “I’m back!” he cheerily shouted into the house, eagerly awaiting a reply.
But nothing.
“Hmm? That’s strange,” the homunculus muttered. Typically, Yuma would come rushing out to greet him. But not this time. Had something happened?
With a mixture of curiosity and worry, Makoto walked through the house, checking every room. And he finally found his target in the bedroom, though not how he had expected.
Yuma was on the bed with a laptop on his blanket covered legs. That wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for the dark circles under his eyes, the ragged breathing, and the flush on his cheeks. His hair also looked unbrushed, as if he hadn’t had time to take care of himself.
“Yuma. You look like you haven’t slept for days,” he stated bluntly from the doorway.
The other startled with a yelp, looking towards the voice. He relaxed a bit when he saw his brother there. “Oh, Makoto. I didn’t… realize you were here. Welcome back.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that, considering how focused you were on your work. But back to my original concern. You look terrible. What’s happening?” he demanded.
Yuma glanced away. “Uh… well, I’m slated to take over the Nocturnal Detective Agency from the Chief soon and I’ve been… trying to go through the paperwork and understand how to run it.”
Makoto crossed his arms. “How long have you been at this? And how many breaks have you had?”
The lilac-haired man coughed, then cleared his throat. “Uhh… four days? And… maybe a quick snack break once or twice a day?”
“You… are so unbelievable,” Makoto muttered with an unamused expression as he marched forward. He took the laptop away, closed it, and placed it far enough away that it couldn’t be retrieved easily. “What have I told you? That humanity has limits to what they can do! And here you are, pushing yourself over that limit. I might have a heightened immune system, but you certainly do not!” he scolded as he reached into the closet to pull out another blanket. He spread it over top of his brother’s body, tucking it in and making sure it covered him well.
Yuma smiled sheepishly. “I’m… sorry?”
Makoto huffed as he pushed a second pillow under the human’s head. “You better be. Reflect on this and avoid making this mistake in the future.” He stepped away until he reached the doorway, pausing to point a finger at Yuma. “Now stay put until I get what you need. Got it?”
His brother nodded with a tiny laugh which turned into a cough. This motivated the homunculus to get moving and find what he needed. Medicine, a washcloth, apple slices, and a glass of water were retrieved and brought back to the bedroom. It was relieving to see that the instructions had been heeded and no movements had been made. He handed the medicine tablets to Yuma along with the glass of water. “Take these first. Then I need to watch you eat at least four pieces of apple.”
“Alright, alright,” Yuma conceded before swallowing the tablets with a sip of water. He took one of the slices from the plate on his night stand, nibbling it slowly. “At least we don’t burn the kitchen down when chopping up fruits.”
“Yes, that is true.” Makoto sat on the edge of the bed, bringing the damp washcloth over and draping it across Yuma’s forehead. “Hopefully this developing illness of yours will be halted before it can get worse.”
“Oh? I didn’t know you cared so much,” the human joked as he finished his second apple.
“Only for you,” he replied honestly. “Anyone else I would have just recommended things to. But you get my special attention.” He combed his fingers through the messy hair, gently untangling some of the strands. “So I expect you to get better under my care and attention. Family looks out for each other, and I intend to do that to the fullest extent of my abilities.”
Yuma laughed again as he finished the last bite and got comfortable under the blankets. “You know, technically I’m physically older than you and normally should be the one doing the caring. But here we are.”
Makoto raised an eyebrow. “But you forget that I’m technically mentally older because I have your grandfather’s mind. So I can recognize my limits much easier than you can, as I already have a lived life in my back pocket. But those technicalities don’t matter in this instance. You’re sick and need help. I’m here to help. And that’s that.”
Yuma sighed contently while laying his head down on the pillows, the medicine beginning to kick in. “Okay. Thank you, Makoto. I… really appreciate you, you know.”
This made the homunculus smile. “Yes, I do. I appreciate you, too.” He then hopped off the bed and went over to the light switch. “Now get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll check you again and then we can possibly do something fun together.” He flipped the light off, bathing the room in darkness and closing the bedroom door. He quietly walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch and sank into the soft cushions. This hadn’t been the most ideal of homecomings, but he couldn’t complain too much. Perhaps this was good and that it would hopefully teach his brother to not work so hard for so long. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be common, and that eased his mind. So much, in fact, that he was tempted to take a nap, too. He was a bit jet lagged, after all.
So he closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and body. And when he woke back up, he knew he and his beloved brother would be ready to tackle anything the world threw at them.
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des-fangirl · 8 months
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@alecz-obssesionz 's modern AU again!! it was meant to be just a sketch and with ghost not grimmchild BUT i got carried away <33
i was thinking about the charms and wasnt sure if the pendant grimmchild wears refers to the charm from the game so i decided to draw it as a pin anyway
will draw something similar to this tomorrow (a little spoiler: ghost and the mushroom clan guys)
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