#its the fucking lyric from fucking

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

#i've been listening to icarus by bastille #and for some reason my brain fills in 'this is how it feels to take a fall' as 'this is how it feels to take off all your skin' #and like fuck man #and I KNOW that’s technically not a misheard lyric but my post my rules cope #anyway my line now #also probably phrased this poorly but its ok #im allowed to be incomprehensible #as a treat #and then fuckin #from we sink by of monsters and men #the original line was 'please look away dont look at me' #and i kept hearing it as 'please learn a way to look at me' #anyway #shoving this post in the queue but please be aware that i am writing it very late at night #q

[yourlocalabomination]

I am not immune to funny crackships.

+ Bonus

#*falsettos your chasitys* #this started out as a ‘aha yea they fucked once in highschool’ joke for me how did I end up here #it went from ‘Teddy: yea man it doesn’t count if your socks are on’ to queer teen situationship in the 90s angst with religious overtones #I would like to blame everyone who has made holybastard fanart/fanfics for converting me #I don’t see them as a long term relationship but more on an active affair between two old high school ‘friends’ #I drew these while listening to The Last Dinner Party ans now I can’t stop thinking about holy bastard to some of their songs #‘picture me in bed- under your crucifix- under your long black hair- I’ll see you on Sunday’ are actual lyrics how can I not- #I just impor you to listen (there only 5 songs as of now) and do the same- ESPECIALLY SINNER ITS SUCH A MARK CODED SONG #who would have figured the queer ex religious person would be a sucker for queer relationships with religious themes #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #mark chasity #holy bastard #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #starkid fanart #starkid animation #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die fanart #npmd fanart #npmd starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #fanart #my art #my animation

[suntails]

the weight of family and the pull of gravity

#those are song lyrics listen im running out of dramatic one liners to use as captions HGFJKD #i like the DRAMA!! the DEVASTATION!!!! if it doesnt feel fitting to the emotional weight i feel then i will DISINTEGRATE ON THE SPOT #the pic looks more saturated as i post it than it does in photoshop so hmmmgh not sure how the balance will be? c'est la vie it's j for me #u can rip those fuckign birds from my cold dead hands. i wont give them up. sleepie made fun of me for my bird motifs BUT I LIKE THEM #I NEEDED THEM FOR THE COMP IT GGRGAGAHAHHH #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver vanrouge #twst spoilers #ch 7 spoilers #oh yea i wanna make an animatic to that song once ch7 is done. maybe.. i fucking HATE making animatics but its SOOOOO SILVER #blame lettie its her fault #suntails

[lucksea]

undertaker, put those souls to rest

#null havoc damage #planes of projection au #inspired by the funeral director in my town i saw walking back to the funeral home with a box full of flowers. he was beautiful to me #i cant fucking . find the song this caption is from and its killing me i KNOW ive heard a song with those lyrics. sorry nari

[saline-coelacanth]

Are we allies or enemies?

This will be the death of me

#ninjago #lego ninjago #my art #ninjago bad endings au #ninjago bad endings #bruiseshipping #jay walker #cole brookstone #bad endings jay #bad endings cole #lyrics are from 'allies or enemies' by the crane wives btw #i was listening to it and went 'oh yeah this is giving me bad ending bruise vibes' #i am still obsessed with these two if you couldn't tell #i love bruiseshipping but you wanna know what i love even more than that? #bruiseshipping but its fucked up #i feel kinda bad cause ive been neglecting the other be!ninja a bit #sorry that my brain has decided that these two are the only ones that matter /hj

[frenchfrywrites]

it keeps repeating, will you please complete me?

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top cis male reader (implied switch), bottom Leona Kingscholar, internalized homophobia, self discovery, mild angst maybe?, gay awakening, very lowkey armpit/scent kink (?), blowjobs, eating ass, safe sex (a lil? Could be safer lmao), situationship turned relationship

“You've been staring at me a lot lately,” you'd meant it playfully, flirting with him as you've been doing for months, finally working up the nerve to call him on it. It started with little glances now and then, but for the last few weeks he's hardly taken his eyes off you. You've jerked yourself off too many nights in a row thinking about his beautiful brown eyes staring you down in the locker room.

Leona only ever willingly studies if you're there with him. He's a godawful study partner, when he does cram with you. He'll do anything but study. Usually he sleeps or bitches about something unimportant, but today he's been gazing at you— nearly unblinking— for the last 5 minutes. It's distracting.

You'd meant it lightly, trying to be cute, expecting him to blush and confess, but Leona looks scared. So often he boasts about being a predator, but right now he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“No I haven't,” he growls, “I'm not-” he swallows, his gaze hardening, “I haven't.”

This is not the reaction you'd thought you'd get, so your brows furrow in confusion.

“Uh yes you have? It's okay,” you smile, touching his hand with your own, “I've been looking too, you know” Leona jerks his hand away.

“I'm not gay,” he insists. And that makes you pause.

“I never said you were,” you reassure, “I only said you've been looking. That's okay,” relief slowly returns to his body. He clears his throat,

“Yeah? It's not weird?” He asks, sounding so unsure it makes your heart break. You remember this, what it felt like to start looking— so to speak— for the first time.

“Not at all. You can look all you want,” you hum, smiling softly, “I'd let you touch if you wanted, too,” you admit with a hum. Leona flushes, gazing at you openly now that he has permission.

The two of you leave it at that for now. You'll bet money that whatever this is will snowball into something more, but you're content if all he wants to do is look for now. 

-

The conversation comes back up again, as you thought (hoped) it might. Leona comes to you after gym, once the locker room has been cleared out. His hair is up, which is an unnecessary detail to note, except for the fact that it makes him look all the more handsome in your eyes. It also reveals his face to you, leaving him nothing to hide behind. 

He stands there silently for a second, completely still beside you, his gaze heavy and predatory. Your bag is packed, and you go to grab it and leave, since he hasn't said or done anything, but the sound of Leona's voice stops you.

“You said it was okay to touch.” It isn't a question. Confusion lasts for a second and then you're nodding, remembering exactly what it was that you said to him.

“Sure.” You set your bag down and turn to him, offering your body to his curious eyes and hands.

“It's fine, as long as we don't kiss,” he decides, placing his hands hesitantly on your pecs. You hum, absentmindedly. Whatever it takes not to scare him away.

“Take your shirt off,” he demands, tugging at the fabric. You do as you're told, your hands trembling slightly and your cheeks hot with flush.

Leona pokes and prods, pressing a finger against your nipple, cupping your chest like they’re boobs, feeling up your biceps, then lifting your arm to inspect your pits. He steps into your personal space— so close you could kiss him, but you won't— squinting at the hair there.

Then his face is pressed oh so close to your armpit, and he's smelling you. You almost can't believe that he's doing this and claiming not to be into you, or men in general. It takes everything in you not to laugh at how this seems like a bad gay porno come to life.

“You smell so much different than the girls I've been with,” he hums, pulling away to look at you as he says it.

“I imagine,” your voice comes out deep and quiet. Leona licks his lips, his tail flicking from side to side. Before you can say anything more he busies himself elsewhere, taking notice of your cock tenting your gym shorts.

He tugs your pants open, peering inside, then hums, impressed. He looks up at you, seemingly for permission; you nod, granting it.

Tugging your waistband down, he wraps his hand around your cock. You sigh softly, leaning against the lockers, and reaching out to hold onto his arm to ground yourself. As if magnetized to you, Leona leans further into your space, so close you can feel his breath against your skin as he holds you in his hand.

“It's weird touching another guy's…” he trails off, leaving the words unfinished as he rubs his thumb over your tip.

“None of the girls…” he trails off again, “well, maybe some of them did have dicks, I dunno,” he seems to be talking to himself, but you hum as if you're listening, “sometimes they just wanted to suck me off, y'know?” Your heartbeat is pounding so hard in your ears that you can barely even hear him, but you nod anyway. You choke on your spit before stammering,

“Is that something you'd want to do?” And you know you're pushing hard against the lines of the imagined box that Leona has trapped himself in, but the look he's giving you right now emboldens you.

He holds you tight in his fist, glaring you down, thinking it through, and then he's shrugging and falling to his knees before you.

“Whatever, sure,” he scoffs, “I just want to see what all the fuss is about.” You nearly laugh at that, instead giving him a sincere smile.

“Yeah, I get it,” you reach over to dig a condom out of your bag, “I like giving head,” you add, passing it to him. Shock morphs into frustration on Leona's face so quickly, if you blinked you would've missed it. He snatches the condom from your hand.

“Whose dicks are you sucking?” and oh, ain't that cute. He's jealous.

“Nun'ya,” Leona scoffs, and opens the condom, ignoring your bait. As he rolls the condom onto your length you mumble “nun'ya business,” to yourself, despite him not falling for your bit.

“If you keep annoying me, I'll bite you,” he threatens, smirking while showing off his canines. You tug on his hair, and Leona laughs out loud.

“So…” he hesitates now that he's so close to your cock, “what do I do?”

“What do you like?” you prompt, holding his head softly, mostly to have something to do with your sweaty, shaking hands. Leona returns his attention to your dick, sizing it up, before kissing his way from your tip down to the base. His hands station themselves awkwardly on your thighs, his thumbs digging into your inner thighs, causing a tingle to run along your skin.

Leona inhales your scent, completely beside himself, then sucks your head into his mouth. He'd joked earlier about his teeth, but he's very conscious of keeping them clear of your dick as he sinks you deeper into his throat.

He's a natural, taking you deep into his throat, sucking and swallowing around you like he's been dying to get a taste of you. His eyes flutter shut and his tail sways steadily from side to side as he begins to bob his head up and down along your length.

“Fuck,” you hiss, “feels good.” Leona hums at the praise, laving his tongue along the underside of your cock. He pulls up to suckle on your tip, taking a moment to catch his breath. His hand comes to stroke the bit of you that's not occupying his mouth.

You're unable to hold back soft moans and whimpers as he sucks you off, and they echo along the locker room walls. Thank god you're the only two in here.

Leona's quick to get you back down his throat, choking a bit along the way, but quickly recovering. If you weren't so focused on him you might've missed it, but you catch the soft purring coming from him. You rub the spot behind his ears, far too affectionate for what he's doing and how he came about doing it, but Leona leans into your touch, moaning along your length.

“Shit, I'm not gonna last much— hah — longer,” you confess. Leona hums in acknowledgement, bringing one hand to fondle your balls. “Leona,” you gasp, warning him as a shudder courses its way through your body, and then you curl forward, caging him in and holding his head flush against your cock while you fill the condom.

It's only when your body feels limp and sluggish with post-orgasmic haze that you release him and lean back against the lockers.

Leona coughs once your soft cock leaves his mouth, peeling off the condom, tying it off, before tossing it into the nearest trash can. You reach a hand out to help him up, and Leona takes it, shakily rising to his feet. He's hard, his cheeks flushed as he wipes drool from his chin. Pride is radiating from him as he gives you a smug grin.

“Yeah,” he coughs again, his voice thoroughly fucked, “I get why girls wanna do that.” Again, Leona doesn’t give you the chance to get a word in edgewise before he's turned around, and is swiftly making his way out of the locker room. “Thanks,” he calls just before the door can close behind him.

You stare at the door for a solid minute before tucking yourself back into your pants and sighing so loudly it echoes against the walls. You're so fucked for indulging in whatever the hell you've got going on with him. But if it leads to him blowing you more, you really can't complain.

-

“You said you suck dick?” Leona's question comes so suddenly out of nowhere, and he says it so nonchalantly that for a moment you honestly believe you've misheard him. The two of you are in the middle of a chess game in Leona's room, having not spoken about him sucking on your dick since it happened a couple of days ago. If it weren't for the evidence of your missing condom, you might've written it off as a particularly good and realistic wet dream.

“Yeah,” you move your rook, capturing his knight. Leona growls at your success, and goes quiet as he thinks. Naively, you assume that's the end of it.

“You'd suck mine?” he asks, finally moving his bishop near one of your pawns. It takes everything inside of you not to rush out a “yes,” showing him just how desperate you are. You pretend to think about it for a moment.

“Yeah,” you push your chair away from the table, “right now?” Leona shrugs,

“If you want to.” He sounds like he's doing you a favor, but his tail wagging excitedly and the excited grin on his face gives him away. He pushes his chair back and you get yourself between his legs.

Gently, you undo his pants, and pull his cock out. You drool, finally getting a good look at him. All you've had up until this point are crumbs, glances when he's changing before gym, and the tent you caught when he'd walked away with a hard on after sucking you off.

“Nice,” you hum, to quell any insecurity he may be having. Leona grins, his chest puffing up with pride. You stroke him to full hardness easily (a little too easily. You seriously wonder how long he's going to claim he's not into men).

“You got a condom?” you ask. Leona bristles,

“Shit—”

“When's the last time you had sex?” you ask, despite part of you not wanting to know the answer. He avoids eye contact,

“Been a couple'a months,” he huffs. You continue stroking him,

“You've gotten tested?” He nods,

“Yeah, 'm good,” you grin up at him,

“Me too,” you state before taking him into your mouth. Leona swears, his hands flying to your head. Hid dick may be impressive, but you're a good cocksucker, and take him down your throat with ease.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, staring down at you with wide eyes as you start sucking him off properly. Your hands roam, massaging his hairy thighs, rubbing circles into his flesh as you drool and swallow along his length. Even if you weren't harboring a dangerous crush on him, you think you'd worship Leona's cock all the same; his dick fits so nicely in your mouth, and his reactions have you hard and leaking in your pants, it'd only make sense to give him your best.

He's moaning your name, his voice cracking and pleading, leaking pre into your mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily, his hands tight on your head, purring up a storm. Selfishly, you want him changed from your blowjob. You don't want him looking at girls any more, you want him addicted to your mouth. You want to do something special for him.

You pull off his cock suddenly, and Leona whines openly, a “please,” nearly falling from his lips. He swallows his words when you rub his tip against your lips, stroking him, then kissing his groin. Your other hand, the one not stroking his cock, presses lightly against his rim.

Leona twitches, looking down at you with wide eyes. He looks fucked dumb just from having your mouth on him. Sweat drenched hair clings to his forehead, his mouth is open and panting, his chest heaving.

“Anyone ever put their mouth here?” you purr. Leona shakes his head dumbly. “Want me to?” He audibly gulps before nodding.

With his permission, you nestle yourself under his dick, and lick his hole.

“Fuck” he gasps, pre leaks like a faucet from his tip as you lick and massage his rim. You get him wet with saliva and drool. It'd be better with lube, and you'll apologize for the dull ache that will come later, but you're able to slip in a finger. At first, Leona tenses at the intrusion, and then as you lick and wiggle your finger he relaxes and opens up for you. He melts into the chair, his cock twitching as you continue to stroke him off.

He's close, and you'd rather not get cum in your hair or on your face, so you keep fingering him as your mouth returns to his cock. You take him down your throat, and curl your finger towards his prostate.

“Fuck— fuck, oh god, cumming, gonna cum, ah,” his orgasm must've sneaked up on him, because that's all the warning you get before he's filling your mouth. He flutters around your finger, his hips weakly thrusting his cock further down your throat as he rides out his orgasm. You steal a glance up at him as you swallow his cum, and you know you're going to be committing his face to memory, and jacking off thinking about it later.

“Off,” he murmurs softly once he goes soft in your mouth. You let his cock out of your mouth slowly, gently pulling your finger from his ass.

“Good?” you check, doing him the favor of pulling his pants up. Leona wipes the sweat from his brow, nodding.

“Yeah, you were alright,” he states. You laugh (because you know damn well that was better than “alright”) getting to your feet. Leona immediately looks at your hard cock tenting your pants. You almost expect him to ask to return the favor, but he pulls his gaze away from you, and back to the chessboard.

“Your turn,” he mumbles.

With a smile, you sit back down in your chair, and think about everything and anything that'd make your erection go away.

-

It only takes a day for Leona to knock on your door. He looks slightly awkward, a little embarrassed, but not ashamed.

“Can I come in?” he asks. You step back to let him in. He's quiet for a good second, avoiding eye contact.

“I can't stop thinking about it,” he finally states.

“It” of course being your finger in his ass.

“Neither could I, when I first tried anal,” you admit, plopping yourself down on a chair in the living room. Leona follows you, sitting stiffly on a chair close to yours. His typical lazy attitude is all gone right now, and honestly it's a little unsettling.

“You've tried it?” He asks.

You give him a look, one that says “are you kidding?” without you ever having to say the words. Leona huffs, knowing the question was a dumb one.

“How 'm I supposed to know you bottom,” he mumbles to himself, then turns to you, trying (and failing) to look smug and confident, “can I fuck you?” His lack of tact makes you crinkle your nose with ire.

“No,” you pause for a moment, considering it, imagining it. Your cock twitches with interest. “Not yet at least. You've done enough of sticking your dick in holes,” and now Leona's looking more comfortable. He looks hungry, staring you down. You try not to think too hard about how that’s all this all started.

“Anyways,” you rest your head on your hand, looking him down, “aren't you here to get fucked?” He chokes on his spit,

“No,” he snaps, then swallows and looks away, “I mean, I don't know, maybe?” and then he's looking at you all hopeful. He's so cute it makes you want to scream.

“C'mere,” you pat your lap, testing him. Leona does as he's told, straddling you, clearly very unsure of himself. You can't have that.

You let one hand hold his thigh gently, as one goes to touch the spot behind his ear, the place you petted when he sucked you off and purred. That seems to calm him down a bit, and he looks at you expectantly.

“Listen, if you want this, that's alright, but you gotta stop pretending you're something you're not,” Leona bites his lip, “I don't want you acting like you don't want this.” He nods, understanding. He swallows heavily,

“I don't know what I am,” he confesses quietly, barely above a whisper, “I don't know, I just know I—” he nearly looks like he's going to bolt. “I just like you, and I like how you make me feel. I want this,” with a shaky breath he continues, “I want you to fuck me.” You give him a reassuring smile,

“That's all I needed to hear, sweetheart,” Leona visibly relaxes at the pet name, “you don't have to know what you are, or whatever, I just needed to hear you be honest with yourself,”

“Fuckin' corny,” he huffs, but he's smiling down at you, more relaxed than you've seen him in weeks. You think he needed to be honest with himself more than you needed to hear it. You squeeze his thigh and ignore his comment,

“I like you too, and I want to kiss you,” you add. Leona nods, leaning down to capture your lips. It's sweet, and you're grateful you're able to do this before you fuck him stupid.

He takes the lead, deepening the kiss by licking against your lips. You tug on his hair, pressing your tongue into his mouth, licking inside until the two of you are panting. When you pull back to get a good look at him, a string of saliva connects your mouths. Leona's pupils are blown wide, and his hands hold onto the front of your shirt.

“I couldn't stop thinking about your mouth,” he whispers, whimpering when your hand comes down from his head to cup his face. He leans into your touch, opening his mouth when you press your finger against his bottom lip.

It's astounding how much more eager and pliant he is now that he's open with how he feels. He wants you bad, and it's obvious.

“Tell me more,” you prompt, caressing his face as your other hand presses against the tent in the front of his pants.

“As soon as you left, I had to jerk off again. I—” he hiccups a moan, grinding into your touch, “I tried to put my fingers inside again, but it didn't feel the same. It was good, but not enough,” his claws dig into the fabric of your shirt.

“Cute,” you murmur, and Leona's eyes widen. You wonder if any of the girls he's slept with ever dared to call him cute before. “I wanna take my time with you,” Leona whines at this, shaking his head in protest, “hey,” you squeeze his cock roughly, and he keens, “I said I want to take my time with you, but I guess I'll go slow next time, because you're aching for it, huh darling?” you coo, teasing him. Leona nods all the same, letting out a purr at the promise of a next time.

“You've waited so long already, haven't you?” you murmur, tugging on the hem of his shirt. Leona practically tears it off for you. The hand that was on his face moves to play with one of his nipples as you kiss him again.

“Fuck me,” he demands, against your lips, “fuckin' please,” he adds, halfheartedly.

“Get undressed for me,” you help him off your lap, smirking at how he takes a moment to find the strength to stand, and leave him— with a kiss before you go of course— to grab condoms and lube. Before you know it, you're naked on the chair, with Leona in your lap, holding onto your shoulders, slightly digging his nails into your skin.

“Alright baby, lift your hips a bit,” you instruct, so you can slip your now lubed fingers between his cheeks. Leona does as he's told, sighing when you press your fingers against his hole.

“Gotta relax,” you remind him, moving his hair to the side so you can kiss at the place where his shoulder and neck meet. Leona wraps his arms further around your neck and slumps his weight against you, his cock hard and leaking against your abdomen.

“Yes,” he gasps as one finger slips past his tight ring of muscle and inside of him. “Yeah,” he moans, as it sinks deeper into him. You rub and press against his insides, and it's not long before you can slip in another finger.

“Ungh,’ he chokes when you scissor and fuck your fingers deeper into him, curling into his prostate, “yeah, yeah, more, fuck,” he babbles, grinding himself against your hand. His tail flicks from side to side, and he nuzzles into your skin, letting his canines graze your flesh as you stretch him open for your cock.

“Fuck me, I want it, I need it, please,” he whines once you get a third finger inside of him.

“Just a little longer,” you promise, feeling him rut and leak against your stomach. Leona growls, his patience running thin. You keep your word, and after a minute or so you slowly slip your fingers from him.

Leona sits back on your lap, quickly tearing open a condom and sliding it over your cock. He messily slathers lube along your shaft and then hoists himself up. With your help, your cock slides between his ass, and the tip presses against his hole.

“Let me know if it hurts,” you state, kissing his cheek gently. Leona purrs, lowering himself onto your cock. He cries out when the tip of your cock pops into him, and slides down fairly quickly onto your dick. He takes it like a champ, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat as you fill him up.

“Oh my god,” he whispers once he's fully seated in your lap. You bite your lip, using every inch of energy to not thrust your hips up and fuck him. You let him adjust to the sensation.

Leona clings to you, panting, eyes wide. “Oh my god,” he whines again, “there's so much— it feels so— hah,” he buries his face into your shoulder, moaning your name, “move, please, fuck me,” he begs softly.

“Leona,” you moan, holding his hips gently and bucking your hips into him. Leona goes limp on top of you, which you expected. Part of you wishes you'd moved this to the bedroom, that you had him in missionary, or even doggy style instead, because fucking him like this is a lot of work. Luckily, you don’t think either of you will last long. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” you pant, squeezing and massaging his hips, “taking me so good, like you’re made for takin’ my dick, baby,” Leona flutters around you, keening at that. He’s purring and moaning and drooling on your shoulder, taking all you give him. 

It doesn’t take long at all for Leona. You wonder if he’ll be embarrassed about it later, but he cums within minutes, without warning, spilling all over your stomach with a weak moan of your name. You fuck him through it, and then still when he shivers. He moans, then whines, then finally groans, 

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ take your cock out of me.” Your hips twitch at his words, and lust pools within your loins. You don’t know how long you sit like that, with Leona warming your cock, catching his breath. 

“Keep fucking me,” it’s supposed to come off like a demand, but it sounds more like a plea. You obey, slowly fucking him, getting closer and closer to finishing. “Cum, inside of me, fuck me ‘til–” he chokes as your head brushes against his prostate, “until you’ve cum, fuck me,” he moans. 

“Gonna-ah cum,” you murmur, as you fuck him faster with each thrust, chasing your orgasm. Leona whimpers, 

“Please,” and it sends you over, lodging yourself deep inside of him and fucking your cum into the condom. 

“Good?” you ask once your hips still and you find your voice again. Leona nods, 

“Yeah, I guess,” he finally dislodges himself from your shoulder, leaning back and smiling at you, “I don’t know though. Maybe you should fuck me again so I can see if I really like it or not,” he flips his hair over his shoulder, and you’re half surprised he doesn’t wink to really sell the act he’s putting on. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” you huff, slapping his thigh gently. Leona laughs, his nose scrunching up cutely. “Let me clean you up, and then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.” 

Leona stops laughing at that, and instead licks his lips. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says gruffly, sealing the promise by leaning in and kissing you.

#cw internalized homophobia #cw situationship #bottom leona kingscholar #spice #daylight savings fucking saved me yall istg its the only reason i got possessed to write this much #the winter depression is over <3 spring and love is here #PLEASE let me know if this needs other warnings i think i caught everything but idk #dont think too much abt the title its just lyrics from a nin song bc i cant think of anything clever

[thecrowsart]

👁️🦎🎯

(crops under cut)

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #horrible exorcists #sorry i couldnt think of a caption i literally sat here for like 2 minutes lol #usually i use a quote from the scene or a lyric from a song but in this scene they're just Looking #anyway FUCK architecture #really though this is csp's perspective ruler's fault. i shoulda just done this by hand #but i made it work. since it wasnt super super complicated lol #ummm i feel like natori looks like a baby ceo but that is what he was wearing at least in the anime version of this scene #and midorikawa's kind of vague about clothes so i made it easy on myself #but why are you rolling up to the exorcist meeting in a navy blazer and tan chinos? #his uniform color is tan so ig the pants could be from that but the blazer...... #tryna represent the natori clan in front of the other exorcists ig idk #meanwhile matobas just in his gakuran lol #hes not the clan head yet so he can just be there as a kid #he even gets told off by takuma and called seiji-kun.....could you imagine like. #it's weird for him to not be matoba #anyway. um i completely kind of fudged the architecture because its hard to tell where exactly in the building this scene is and #i had a specific composition in mind #i only realized i messed up how the windows work like 3/4 of the way into lineart soooo #but thats the kind of thing only i would notice probably #btw i was originally drawing a different scene of them but i was faced with the reality of foliage. #and i remembered this romeo and juliet ass scene existed so #i chose architecture LOL #okay last thing. i feel like natoris haircut is too polished and nice but fr wtf is his canon hair #im doing my best LOL.........but boy #OKAY im done

[puppyeared]

Tell me about a song you like right now, maybe an animation you just watched that made you think thoughts and feel things

Only Acting by Kero Kero Bonito!! I want to make an animatic for Macaque using this song and some parts of Shadow Play and the s4 special.. although im still mapping it and deciding whether I want to use the radio edit or not lol

#its like really really rough and mostly in my head rn bc i havent drawn lmk in a while so im a little rusty. probably need to rewatch some #eps if i want to get a good idea of what i wanna include. im also debating if i should wait until we get more context on his and wukongs #past before i do anything bc the last thing i wanna do is butcher it @_@... i was thinking of paralleling the song with the pilgrims #but because i dont actually know what HAPPENED or why mac even thinks wukong killed him thats probably gonna be important to know #but its like really cool in my head.. if u listen to the song sarahs voice uses an audio filter and there are some random glitch effects #which could be good visually for macs smoke monster and him fucking with MK in general.. spooky stuff!!! #the lyrics also speak from the pov of a performer which is what reminded me of mac in the first place so it would be fun to animate to #its in my shower playlist so when i listen to it i get really intense visualizing for what scenes i wanna do. hitting 2 birds with 1 stone #actually thats smth i do when i wanna storyboard smth.. i add it to my shower playlist bc thats where i come up with my ideas lol #but yea!!! if i ever get around to doing it id be really excited to share what i have.. i have another in mind with pigsy and MK #which is way shorter and i could probably get it done during my break... ;o) #my art #myart #ask #answered #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #doodles #yapping

[fragiledate]

Draw me closer, as if we are two magnets

#ummmmmm #so i made this and I feel. insane! #its highkey rlly good. #i have another version with da' vs logo colors #bc i could #buddyshipping has gone TOO FAR !!!!!!!!!! #anyways #buddyshipping #dan vs #dan vs chris #dan vs. #dan vs fanart #fanart #bath soup #my art #magnet #magnet vocaloid #what gets me here is idk what to fucking caption this #so im jusy putting this emotional lyric from the song #edit: i would like to point to his little stupid hat

[shepards-folly]

WHO NEEDS GOD WHEN YOU CAN BE WORSHIPPED LIKE ONE?!

#shep arts #content smp #csmp #doctor4t #this was supposed to go up after i finished it but again i went back to sleep so uhm good morning part two here's more contentsmp #my friend said it was a crime for me to draw arathain without R4T cause i talk about them together so much #anyway lol drew this really quick so it doesnt parallel arathains properly also its just kinda wack in some places #i think they were just teasing me but i mean yeah.. I cannot shut the fuck up about them once i get started #honestly i still have no idea how to draw R4T... I think this is like the third time I've drawn him :/ #scratch that actually i dont know how to draw anyone on the csmp and thats a sin I need to atone for #we'll see if i draw more lol. i keep going I should draw this and then not drawing that at all #typical neurodivergent swag moment tbh #btw the caption is roughly taken from attention seeking demon by winchifrost #i think that's the lyric but tbh rn all the stuff bouncing around my head are all just song lyrics but a bit wrong so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mumpsetc]

You Know There's Nothing Wrong But You've Been Wondering Why?

+ Textless Under Readmore :]

#Inanimate Insanity #ii2 #Inanimate Insanity 2 #paintbrush inanimate insanity #ii Paintbrush #Flashing #Dreamy Art #Lyrics Are From 'Objectum Sexuality' by Big Boi and Phantogram #Anyways I Was Drinking Tonight and Decided to FUCKING ANIMATE #So Around Half of This Was Drawn/Animated While I Was 2 Ales Deep But Im No Longer 2 Ales Deep #The Bright Lights are Here But In Corpse Form and I Dont Feel Like Taggin Them #This is a Style Study For a Hypothetical Paintbrush Comic I Wanna Make One Day But Its a WAYS Off Since the EARLIEST It Would Happen is Whe #Im Done With Daisy and She isnt Close to Finished Yet

[hetalvetia]

"To make something happy and sweet, what secret ingredient should I use? Perhaps the true feelings in my heart?"

Something something asakiku asagohan. Arthur thought he could save his toast with baked beans

For @asakikuweek2024 — day 3: food / tea

#its not very british for me to say this but #i hate baked beans lmao i cant stand them #neither can i draw them... #also he's wearing union jack boxers LOL 🫵🫵 #lyrics are from sweet magic by junky this time #asakikuweek2024 #asakiku #aph japan #aph england #my art 👍 #tumblr fucked the quality so bad

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Dream Girl Evil

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn series, Part 3)

18+ jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle dynamics, angst, betrayal, sensuality

Gale is determined to help Aurum with her condition, but between his own ambition and a circling vampire will he be able to stay in the light...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

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Rising early had come habit to him now. He honestly looked forward to it.

There was a peace in the world when it was still shrouded in blue. The sun just starting its travels, the air still a little crisp.

And, of course, her.

He stretched his arms above his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Gathering his books.

Usually he could hear her humming and searched for the sound. But another voice rose outside his tent.

"You know, I'm quite sorry I missed your little reveal, darling."

Gale froze.

Opening the flap of his tent, he saw the pale elf sitting on a log facing her as she hung laundry. Leaned back on one arm, his ankles crossed just so. Head cocked.

She paid him little mind, hanging and smoothing with sure fingers. Hair twisted up in a clip, robe flowing around her as she moved. Light revealing from under her sternum as the fabric shifted.

"From what Karlach so graciously pantomimed it seemed to have been quite the sight."

"Well, I'm sure we'll all watch me unravel in due time." Her tone was impartial.

He stood, circling around to her front. Twisting a loose lock of her hair over her shoulder. Eyes on the radiance in her chest. Entranced.

Gale's own chest tightened. Of course. A man starved of sun for two hundred years would be drawn to this. A private sunlight poured from her endless.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion's voice was soft then, looking up at her eyes.

She seemed to pause, considering him.

"It hurts worse to keep it in."

His fingers reached out.

"May I?"

Gale dropped his books on the low table.

Their eyes darted to him.

Astarion's hand paused it's journey but didn't retreat. Glaring cold daggers into him over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I woke up a little late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

She smiled at him, her eyes open and trusting.

Astarion noticed. The change in her demeanor making his jaw tighten.

"No, you're right on time." Her voice was wind chimes again. Gale tried to keep the pleased smug out of his face.

She stepped back from his fingers graciously, giving his hand a quick reassuring squeeze.

"I will do my best to keep my troubles out of the way. We'll find answers for your scars soon, I promise."

Astarion's eyes went round, lips falling slightly open.

"That's not-"

He shook his head slightly, smoothing back over into that preening smile.

"Of course. Thank you, you sweet thing."

"Well, I best be back to my mending. Missing what is sure to be very stimulating conversation." He clasped hands behind his back. Turning on his heel, but not before giving her a smile, his eyes briefly lingering on her glow in a hint of longing.

Gale watched him go, making sure he actually left and hadn't dipped into shadows.

Aurum was already back to the laundry, unbothered.

"Are you okay?" Gale hushed.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She laughed.

Looking down at her chest, she pulled the robe apart. Her bright sternum revealed with a sigh.

"It's not the first time I've been propositioned for this." She gestured at the light. "Something about conquering the holy girl really gets people going."

He stood and put a gentle hand against it. The heat of her skin and the contained radiance warming his palm through to the wrist.

"It hurts you?"

She held her hand over his. Smiling up at him.

"Doesn't yours?"

He laughed then. "You've got me there."

She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and every fiber of his being resisted kissing her.

"You have something to show me?"

"Ah, yes!" He pulled back, gathering the tomes.

"I've found several promising texts. Those on restraining magic and blood dilution. Would pact breaking be relevant?"

She laughed coldly. "No. He doesn't release anyone."

Her eyes widened, seeming to have said too much. Mouth forming that thin line.

"Aurum, you can tell me." He pulled her hand down to him. "Your secrets are always safe here, and more information will be tantamount to our success."

She played with his fingers absent-mindedly for a moment, seeming to fight with herself.

Relented with a sigh.

"My full name is Aurum Hathala Orndeir."

Information shot across his skull, rocking him back.

"You're a descendant of a Sunlord? The Sunlord?"

This changed everything.

He got up and started to pace.

"The power in your chest. What magic does it hail from?" He was nearly bubbling over with excitement.

The untapped power at her fingertips, if he was right in his assumption it would be world changing.

She seemed apprehensive for a moment, looking at the fervor in his eyes.

"I think this is a bad idea." She rose to feet.

"No, wait."

Between his arcane power of Mystra and her divine light of Amaunator. The undivided face of Lathander. The Yellow God. They would be unstoppable.

"I cannot take part in your ambition, I'm sorry. You don't understand what is inside me."

"Then tell me so I can."

"No. I'm sorry, Gale. I've said too much."

She gathered the folded sheets in her arms and walked away. Robe of gold and crimson trailing behind her.

Only then did he see the subtle markings along the hem. Embellished round suns, the sigil with her the whole time.

All breath stolen from his chest he watched her leave.

Walking past Astarion's tent, he took up pace with her easily. Walking on his heels, leaning towards her to whisper something.

-

She should have known better.

Of course he just wanted her like the others did.

Either a power to be tapped or an idol to be worshipped. Often a combination of the two.

How silly, to think that this would be different.

Leaning her head back, she allowed Astarion's venom to soothe through her. Giving in to the numbing pleasure.

He felt it, pausing against her throat for a moment. Then leaned further in. Drinking more earnestly.

At least his intentions for her were clear. She knew where she stood here.

Reaching up she cupped around the back of his head, sighing. Pulling him into her sieve throat.

His hands pushed to the outside of her thighs, both sat against his tent floor.

A growl reverberating through his throat, he pushed his hips into her lower back.

Her chest pulsed and his eyes darted down to it. Pulling the front of her blouse down in his fist.

Her breasts pressed against the taut fabric, she started to feel it again. That rising sun.

Well, he said he wanted a show.

She released one of the fingers holding in her chest.

The light burned out through her limbs, lifting the hair along both of their bodies. The beginnings of a crackling in the air.

She knew the moment it reached her throat cause he gripped on tight. Fingers digging lifeline in her sides.

Her holy blood pushed through both of them and she knew it wouldn't be without consequence. Giving her blood, in its full rapture, to the undead. Her father would punish her severely.

But for now, the light fractured river through both of them. Pulsing with her heart.

She felt his beat against her back twice before he pulled away.

Falling back, he gripped at his chest. Eyes frantic for a moment.

"Did... did you just restart my heart?" He looked up at her in shock and a hint of fear.

"Don't get your hopes up. I would've incinerated you before I revived you."

"What are you?" He sat up, staring at her reverently.

There it is. What. Not whom.

She'd already lost hope, it didn't matter if they knew anymore.

"I am the Eternal Sun. I am Amauntor's Chosen."

~

Part 4

#gale sweetie you fucked up so bad. yeah its nuclear dude #gale x tav #astarion x tav #screenshots by @dailygale and @lovelybluebirdie #lyrics from: may the best - london grammar

[fagdykegtws]

listening to my crane wives playlist is just an infinite cycle of "HELL YEAH -SONG NAME-" vibes the fuck out for 4 minutes "that was so fun :3 OH MY GOSH ITS -SONG NAME-"

#literally my rant discord channel thing is just that. the liveblog of all of my thoughts just looks like that all the time #chewby rambles #there's something wrong with me #every 4 minutes it looks like the following #I TALK IN MY SLEPE!!!!! I love I talk in my sleep #*insert opening lyrics from I talk in my sleep here* #GUYS THE DIVING BELL I LOVE THE DIVING BELL ITS SO GOOD I JUST PUT IT ON THE BLORBO PLAYLIST #WATER RUSHES IN!!! THAT I WILL WELCOME IN!!!!! I AM NOT AFRAID!!! TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING #the diving bell my beloved <333 #GUYS NOBODY IS PLAYINGGG LETS FUCKING GO my playlist is so nice to me #tender as a bruise...sharper than a razor.... #above was a recreation of my discord rant channel. ditzy and etjo can testify

[theallstore]

my beautiful princess with a disorder <333

sources under the read more!

lyrics on white background ['the horror and the wild', album by the amazing devil']

lyrics on light grey background ['jenny from thebes', album by the mountain goats]

lyrics on dark grey background ['the moon will sing', song by the crane wives, alt title the most shadowheart song ever and what inspired this whole thing]

background image of crescent moon [luke stackpoole on unsplash]

background image of sunrise [lenstravelier on unsplash]

all other images are either screenshots from in game or taken from the bg3 wiki! https://bg3.wiki/ because boo hiss fandom.com always and forever

#fuck now i need to tag this #i post sometimes #i create sometimes #ig?? i have an art tag but i didn't. draw this so #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #web weave #webweave #web weaving #moodboard #<- i approach them with the same design philosophy the only difference is this isn't square so it counts i think #mood board #aylin n isobel arent here enough to justify tagging them #also i think it's very funny that all the artists i took lyrics from are The Adjective Noun #its like a fun trend! #mmm ok that's everything i think #fuck it we ball posting time

[shitty-eyepocalypse-domains]

End domain where you enter a fandom years after its peak and all that remains are you and the corpses of long forgotten content that you know you shall one day pick clean, leaving you with no where to go and nothing more to find.

#jonathan sims #the magnus archives #the archivist #tma #tma podcast #shitty eyepocalypse domains #the eyepocalypse #i like my own domains cause its a fun guess what dumb thing happened to me today guessing game for you guys #on this edition i enter the fucking tales from the borderlands fandom #yeah i dont know either fellas im gay just give me this #the end #oliver banks #terminus #also i get lyrical when im in a dumb mood and sleep deprived apparently #ignore the weirdly deep writing on my dumb eyepocalypse posf