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bookwyrminspiration · 7 months
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if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the calamity.
a comic about being seen.
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all my other comics
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gieoki · 1 month
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crowning myself as gardener susie ceo. thanks
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put me back in the oven i am NOT done baking
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ministarfruit · 5 months
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stardew valley marriage candidates
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alilarew23 · 7 months
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what if god said yes
what if you got quiet. what if you got so quiet and you curled up in a little ball in your bed with a stuffed animal or a blanket or a pillow and you said, “god, can we talk?” and because god is you and you are god you didn’t have to wait and you didn’t have to go anywhere at all and—“yes,” god said. and you said, “god, i want an apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.” “god, i want the boy with the kind eyes and tattoo-covered arms and exquisite taste in music.” “god, i want to feel alive again.” “god, i want to travel first-class to switzerland.” “god, i want a hound dog named finn.” and god said, “yes.” and you said, “but how can you make this happen?” and god said, “i can make anything happen.” and you said, “quickly?” and god said, “i love you. why would i not make this rapid?” and you said, “i can trust you?” and god said, “like your life depends on it.” and you said, “my life does depend on it.” and god said, “i know. i’ve got it now. you’re safe. let me take care of it.” and you hugged god. and god hugged you. and you hugged yourself. and you drifted off to sleep saying, “i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m—” and you woke in the morning and the world was new. because you knew it was done. because god said yes. and god never goes back on a yes unless you tell god “no.” and any time throughout the day you thought, “is anything happening?” god said, “it’s all happening.” and you said, “but i can’t see a thing.” and god said, “i am your eyes.” and you said, “but i don’t have to do anything?” and god said, “you did the only thing needed.” and you said, “but what about my thoughts and my state and acting as if?” and god said, “i love you.” and you knew what that meant. so instead of worrying or wondering or obsessing another second, you went to the bakery and bought a slice of chocolate cake and drove home and sat on your back deck and ate and ate and watched the sunset and celebrated.
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gay-little-izzet · 6 months
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I need tabaxi in bg3 so bad so I decided to do some drawing about it
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Please Larian add the cat people it would be so funny
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slvttyplum · 3 months
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having a wet dream about satoru, squirming all around in your sleep, whimpering and moaning craving for him in your dream world.
satoru takes it upon himself to help you out, roaming his hands around you as he whispers into your ears and you mumble something back.
this was like a fun game he played with you when you would start moaning and whining in your sleep, like how you do when he fucks you.
touching all over your body and whispering positive praises in your ear watching you mindlessly giggle to yourself.
you were so cute, it only turned him on more. it turned him on knowing that you were craving for him in wonder land.
squirming around and bucking your hips against the mattress, his hands rubbing over your ass as you do this.
thinking to himself how much fun it was to play with you and the next day act like nothing happened.
maybe it was wrong, but everything the both of you did together was wrong, touching you in your sleep can be another one.
your moans sounded so much more defined in your sleep, like you weren’t forcing them and to add onto that, your groggy voice.
whispering and saying “stop” in your sleep as you slide your hand in between your legs trying to feel a sense of pleasure.
satoru knew that you couldn’t get the pleasure you wanted from “wonderland satoru.” and needed help so that’s what he did.
replacing your hand with his and pushing down on your clit as you grinded onto his hand, all your moans dripping off your tongue like water.
once you’re finished you’ll do one final moan and drift back off into sleep, and satoru would have a satisfied smile.
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maiko-coy · 8 months
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So I did a thing...
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nordidia · 9 months
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family protector
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scatterbrainedbot · 2 months
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ok but the ghibli vibes of @triona-tribblescore 's wandering guardian au???
like i could live in this world forever tbh
inspo boards/refs below ft trionas SPECTACULAR GORGEOUS AMAZING og works of the au bros
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longelk · 4 months
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some more Inscryptions drawn as Flight Risings :)
part 1
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maeirys · 8 months
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Sir Gideon Nav and her Lady Harrowhark Nonagesimus, representing the Ninth house at the king's joust.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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tharenia · 4 months
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soriku week this year has my favorite theme: opposites attract 💕
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cacaocheri · 3 months
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HIII HIHIIHI I MADE AN ARCHIE AU!!!!! i read the comics obsessively as a kid and have a collection of the digests so you know your girl had to combine them. yn is archie and sun is betty and moon is veronica ofc. except their personalities dont really align (i didnt want to make moon a stereotypical rich girl) so its basically just like teen romance shenanigans from the 1950s. they are silly i love them
also chica is jughead btw
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