#maybe for next month

[chocochococoffee]

an study on trying to get a blue marlin and a barreleye

did not get the barreleye, sadly

#maybe for next month #acnh #acnh posting

[daenerys-targaryen]

let’s talk about the early stages of hyperfixation where you can literally feel your brain getting doses of serotonin because of a show or a movie or a person or a character and mentally you’re like ‘ooooh no’ but it’s like a blackhole you can’t run or escape from so you just gotta ride it out knowing full well the next few months maybe even years are going to be spent mindlessly obsessing over this thing

#leah rambles #this is why i don't start new things i'm serious #this is why it takes me ageesss to watch something or listen to a new album or ANYTHING #because i KNOW my brain #i KNOW that the next weeks months maybe YEAR are going to be spent going down a RABBIT HOLE #ykwim #adhd tag #greatest Hits

[chloesimaginationthings]

would love to see any drawings/ur design on jeremy fizgerald (if u have any)!! /nf

Been working on a design, can tell me what yall think!

#ask reply #I want to draw Jeremy so bad you guys don’t even know #I’ve been sorta iffy cause I feel like both in the games and maybe the movie of fnaf #we’re about to get a clear idea of what Jeremy actually looks like #so I’ve been semi hesitant to do any design cause it might change literally next week or month #but this is what I have down for him so far #nothing concrete but wanted him to carry the silly vibe most peeps give him #I feel like he needs to be more 80s BAHA #jeremy fitzgerald

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

#SKELETON ORCHESTRA AND LILIA I NEED YOU #project sekai #emunene #emu otori #nene kusanagi #pjsk #prsk #proseka #wxs cover wishlist copium.. 2!! #i have lots more of them i wanna draw but ill do st least one duet for each pair i think. maybe nnks next ive had one for them forever #Gyaaaa #Crying i have szks lunar new years art that idk how to render im missing the holiday. lord in heaven #Ik every leaker or whatever says this is going to mmj snd it probably will and i'll love the cover but still. emunene save me #wxs gets songs with nonsense lyrics its possible right Right right #i also wanted setsuna trip to go to emu in any duet but i looove the mnai cover so i won anways #Kind of too sleepy to do my usual. Sorry viewers who like reading theough my insane tags. Dont get covid it makes you sleep 13 hours a day #For the next month. #my friends saw me going nuts over this drawing actually and i gave up hard on nenes dress i just wanted to be done.. love how emus looks.. #wait i actually can be insane in the tags THE WXS WORLDLINK SONG SJHDDYDJKYMY TGYAYDHUA!!! HAGSGYAAH!!!!! GY6;$;$;$;$;$ WHEHEHEHEHEH #WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH. Its so good please help. Wxs tetrad that illuminates the world save me. #why does the 2dmv have all of them under a WEDDING AROOOR WHY IS THERE A WEDDING BELL. CONGRATS ON POLYSHO MARRIAGE. HWATEVVRR!!!!! #wonderlands x showtime killing me taking damage augh Auughg akk akcghj

[bluerosefox]

Fenton Coded

Tim... Tim just stared.

He...

Huh.

He had once entertained the idea that he wasn't really a Drake, a very long time ago when he overheard his mom and dad arguing and some words were said in the heat of the moment, but to be honest Tim always thought the obvious culprit of anyone being his dad would most likely be Bruce (Bruce even admitted he had a small fling with his mother but that was two years before her marriage)

But before little Tim's curiosity could really take hold on the idea, he had saw on the news Robin performing a Grayson flip and the hint of Tim not being a Drake left his mind. Robin was Dick Grayson! And if he was Robin that had to mean Bruce Wayne was Batman!

Then well... his stalking of the Bats started and the rest became history.

But now, as Tim was staring at his own DNA test, something he never bothered to do until that damned Demon brat wanted to make sure he was ONLY blood son of Bruce (and doing a DNA test something even Bruce never thought of doing due to well… how he was towards Tim during his first months as Robin)

He well…

He kinda needs to find out who this Daniel Jackson Fenton is.

(Tim finds out he isn’t a Drake, but also not a Wayne (because Damian wanted to make sure he was only blood son) but is instead a Fenton)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Tim drake #this time Danny is Tim’s bio dad! #he meet Janet when exploring a ‘dead’ city #coughhewasspookingpeopleawaysotheydontdisturbthedeadcough #only Janet seemed to take things in stride and not run off like everyone else did #she caught him eventually and they got to talking #and maybe some ghost booze as well #she did leave the next morning when she realized she slept with Danny #then bam a couple months later Tim was born #Danny doesn’t know #he does favors for the dead when they want people OUT of their resting places #but don’t have enough strength to do so #he basically gets commissioned to do it #Tim finds out his insane luck and need to tinker with tech is a Fenton gene #and liking people who can kick butt #he kinda wants to meet his dad #but is hesitant #Danny when he finds out about Tim being his son goes full Jack Fenton hug

[jeanne-de-valois]

Sometimes you end up watching a show that you had been putting off for literally years even though you know it’s exactly your shit for no good reason really and then it punches you in the teeth emotionally and you avoid doing a bunch of work like you did a few years ago with the other gay angel show.

What was I saying again? Oh right, I really enjoyed Good Omens on the television. Give me that good supernatural pining content I will eat it with a goddamn spoon.

Support works like this one by Preordering my Book, The Hundredth Voice, coming out this October. It does not involve the end of the world, but it does involve some very frantic gay people and a supernatural entity being confused for an angel.

#good omens #comics #aziraphale #Crowley #ineffible husbands #I think that’s the ship tag #Will I do more comics? Maybe. #I’m going out on another book submission in the next few months and will likely need something to fill the time #And fan comics are fun!

[daeyumi]

💫🌟 From the Heavens (Eclipse the Moon) 🌙✨

[Cycle of the Stars]

#zelda #legend of zelda #zelda au #loz au #au zelda #zelda fanart #daeyumi art #princess zelda #cycle of the stars #cycle of the stars au #okay remember when i said that there were originally supposed to be companion pieces to that au link piece i posted a while back? #probably not lol #but anyways this is one of those pieces #i finally started working on them again! #and like yeah there’s prob gonna be a gap in quality from the link one to the other 3 but that’s a good thing right? #i mean hopefully i’ve improved lol #ah anyways sry for the ramble lol but i’m v happy to get back to this idea #it’s been a minute #prob gonna do ganondorf’s piece next so stay tuned like next month maybe

[victarin]

NEED to stretch across my robot roommate while holding their hand Please please please

close ups ⬇️

Plus the really bad marker doodle that started this

#fnaf dca #y/n tag #my art #id in alt #not super satisfied with how this came out but whatever #this is going to be like the only ‘finished’ piece i post for the next like 6 months so at least there’s that #maybe i just need to sleep . it’s 5 am #i like how the shading on moons shirt turned out though . Kitty cat

[ello0u0]

🎐SSMY 2023 BDAY ILLUSTRATIONS 🎐 wind chimes + summery and fowery outfits + each post captions that mentioned little facts about their names:

Hanzawa: called ma-kun by his family

Ogasawara: sometimes called jiro-chan

Niibashi: only one person outside of his family calls him by his first name

Sasaki: not yet used to being called by his first name 🩵🧡

Tashiro: called Gonzaburo by his grandparents

Hirano: likes his name

Kuresawa: loves Yuki and her name, thinks it really matches her

Kagiura: called a special name 💛💚

Miyano: the nickname given by his lover has become a special one 🧡🩵

#another beautiful ssmy series 🥹 #sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #ssmy #hanzawa masato #ogasawara jiro #niibashi juuya #sasaki shuumei #tashiro gonzaburou #hirano taiga #kuresawa tasuku #kagiura akira #miyano yoshikazu #new series next month maybe (and maybe even new birthday additions tooo)

[that-g3-artist]

Fairy boys

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#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu comic #lu art #lu time #lu hyrule #lu navi #lu legend #lu chain #fun fact this part was supposed to be 9 pages long #so i cut it in half #next part should be out in another month maybe? #that's a pretty good pace for me i think #also i completely redid that third page this morning cause i thought of a better idea at midnight last night #it's a lot better now lol

[elytrianicarus]

silly comic from limited life, someone get this guy his emotional support dog back

#<-incapable of starting and finishing literally anything in a timely fashion. forgot about this for half a year. bon appetit #limited life #martyn inthelittlewood #renchanting #my art #I've actually been working on a real drawing lately that i might post. i also forgot about it for a while though so #maybe in the next 6-8 months yknow

[mortiscausa]

March to Camelot: an arthurian palette challenge for march 2024

When: March 1st to 31st Rules: The objective is to try to draw something Arthurian inspired by each word prompt using the palette provided. This could be anything from a full illustration to a character design. You have 5 days to complete each prompt, except for the last prompt where you get 6 days. If you have any questions, please feel free to send an ask. Why: I've been running a B5 palette challenge over on my fanart blog for the past couple of years and thought it'd be fun to do something similar with Arthurian Legend, even if it ended up just being me doing it. :') Finally, remember to tag your work #march to camelot or @ me so I can reblog and share your work. Happy drawing!

#arthuriana #arthurian legend #arthurian knights #march to camelot #gawain #bercilak #arthurian art challenge #dropping this a month in advance so hopefully if anyone wants to plan ahead that will give them time #i was originally going to do this in january and call it jousting january rip #maybe i will do a general knight themed challenge next january haha #it's unfortunate that march doesn't really lend itself to good names for challenges but i tried!!!

[unspecifiedfigure]

“hey. eyes up here.”

#uncropped version <3 #so you guys can appreciate the DETAILS i put in the shoes and the hair and face #not to mention i’m kind of loving how the leather turned out… #so anyways i’m not going to shut up about this drawing and you will be seeing it consecutively for the next few days #maybe months #stranger things #eddie munson #my art

[trainwreckgenerator]

sorry for what, bud?

hello hi um hey i just finished dungeons and daddies season 1 today. and uhh ummmmm uhhhhHHHHH

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #henry oak #lark oak #sparrow oak #dndads spoilers #not like really actually spoilers cause this happened like ten months ago but its still big spoilers for anyone still in their first listen #as i was until recently. #the project i REALLY want to tackle next is a best of glenn animated but im realising that the scope of what im picturing amounts to #basically a 5 minute short film that would take nearly a year to produce #so liiiike maybe not. i have like. a job. #my art

[mangk0]

SHES FINALLY HERE

#gowr #god of war ragnarok #god of war ragnarok fanart #thrud thorsdottir #thrud fanart #not mil #the first post in actual months where i DONT tag atreus they said it could not be done lmao #ANYWAYS HERE SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #THRUDIE!!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL I ADORE HER #this is thruds portrait for my mini series of drawing the gowr kids ig um #render in the next two years maybe?????? idk lmao #anyway <3

[wherenymphsroam]

hiiii throwing this wip away because I’ve read it too much and don’t like it anymore hehe

cw: sliiiiiiight somno dynamics, dubcon because he touches reader in their sleep, masturbation (reader), dirty thoughts, ID Leon in mind

Dusk has long since fallen and past by the time Leon steps through the threshold of his condo. He’s soaking wet from the pouring rain outside, and he can’t help but scoff at how he left a few weeks ago amid a storm. The climate of Washington was seemingly unrelenting in its persistence to stay sodden.

He shucks his leather off, hanging it up and ignoring how rain droplets start to drip and gather into a puddle on the floor beneath — he’d deal with that in the morning. He was too busy clicking his belt loose, popping the first few buttons of his shirt as he stalks through the apartment with one destination in mind.

Stood at the bedroom door within the next few moments, he finally has half a mind to toe his shoes off. You know, the same ones that just left tracks of water through the house. Again, something ‘morning Leon’ would deal with in a few hours time. He is, however, more worried about the curled up form tucked under the covers of his bed.

“My little bed warmer,” he can’t help but chuckle to himself, his lips tugging up in the most genuine way they have in probably weeks. Stepping further into your shared bedroom, he finally rids himself of his button down, slipping out of the sleeves and folding it over a nearby desk chair on his way to the bed.

He stands there for a minute, gazing down at you adoringly. In reality, this last mission was far from one of his longer ones. It was just a few presidential appearances down in Philadelphia, then an incident in Chinese waters that had tied him up this time. A few weeks at best. But it didn’t diminish how tired he was, having to up and stride right into one mission after the last on the flip of the Presidents dime.

Sometimes, he wonders how he does this; being dragged around by the government and plopped wherever in the country. He was sure his body had probably aged at least ten years in advance internally by now. But he’d worry about that later. Because suddenly, he’s soothing a rough palm over your shoulder, sliding his hand under the hem of his t-shirt you donned.

“Taking a walk around my closet again, huh?” He coos down at your sleeping form, talking more to himself than you. He knows you can’t hear him, that you probably don’t register his fleeting touch.

You’re warm, pliant under his worn, weary hands. He barely restrains the shudder of delight that courses through him, melting and relieving him of all the undue stress the past month or so had served him. The feeling of your skin was like a stress reliever in of itself, your body his favorite piece of art to get lost in.

God, he was glad he was home.

Dancing along the soft slope of your shoulder under the material of your sleep shirt, he slides the sleeve up, eager to get a glimpse of any more of your skin. The groan that leaves him is unintentional, unable to be held back as he thumbs circles into your pliant bicep. Sharp eyes flick up to your face, looking for any signs that you’re waking up. And sure enough, you’re laid just as peacefully as you were when he walked in, your breathing steady and soft.

Maybe that’s why he finds himself coaxing the duvet down your torso, off your chest. ‘Just…. A bit more couldn’t hurt’, he tells himself. He ‘just wants to see you, that’s all’, as he slides the duvet down to pool around your hips now.

Leon’s has never considered himself a needy man. Not by a long shot. He’s not needy, and he didn’t miss you. No, he’s just cold. That’s why he’s slipping his hand now up the hem of your shirt, flattening his hand against the warmth your soft stomach provides.

He sighs, heavy and long, exhaling the weeks long amount of bullshit he had worked through yet again. Between stiff collared meetings with officials, unpredictable debacles, and rounds of combat, his nerves were shot.

Yet, your skin is warm, soft, inviting all the same.

Every time he steps back through the threshold of the apartment you share, it doesn’t matter what he saw, what he had to go out and do that go around. Because he knows that’s you’ll be here, soft and warm and eager for him, like his own personal piece of heaven. He could count on you to welcome him back into your arms, to take the weight of his weary body and heart into your hands.

“I don’t deserve you sweetheart,” he whispers, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your temple.

One press of his lips turns into two, three, four. His kisses create a line down your jaw, smattering along your skin with affection.

With each connection his lips make with your skin, he finds himself lingering longer, his lashes fluttering shut, his brows knitting as he breathes you in. Unashamedly, he presses his nose into your cheek, under the hook of your jaw and inhales greedily, the scent of your shampoo and body wash you likely had only rubbed into yourself hours earlier making his cock swell in his pants.

Muttering a curse under his breath, his breath fans hot and shaking down your neck. Glancing up at your face for a moment, he concludes you’re likely in your deepest state of REM.

Somehow, that acknowledgment only goads the quickly growing coils of shame of himself, twisting and tightening in his gut. You were fast asleep, pretty as an angel beneath him, and here he was, breathing you in like some rabid dog. He was a grown ass man, for God’s sakes. And all it takes was a month away from you knocked his sense of shame, or lack thereof, on its ass?

His hand stops dead in its tracks when his fingers begin to glide along the swell of your chest, having started to graze just the underside. It had seemed his hand had a mind of its own while he was too busy scolding himself.

“Christ”, he mutters to himself, brows pinching, his eyes dilating as your (his) shirt slides tantalizingly further up your torso. He drinks in every inch, every centimeter of skin that is exposed under the dim lighting of the room like a man starved.

Delicately, gingerly, his fingers find your nipple under your shirt, coaxing it to stiffen under slow and deliberate swipes of his thumb across it. It’s only a moment later when it starts to harden, drawing a rumble of delight from deep within his chest.

“So eager even in your sleep, huh?” He murmurs, breathless in his attempt to diffuse the tension wringing his stomach taut. It helps him feel better, if even for just a moment, knowing your body accepts him even in its most vulnerable state. Except the loosening of that band within him stiffens and stabs him in the gut a moment later, shame in himself razor sharp and blunt as it sears him.

What was he doing? You were asleep, likely exhausted from the day you may of had. This wasn’t fair of him, touching you like this when you don’t even know he’s home.

He can only grimace when his body betrays him, his tongue dips out to wet his lips — subconscious, hungry. He was starved, having gone weeks without your, your body, your touch, your smell-

Another deep breath in, and he’s noticing something else. Notes of tanged, old sweat, maybe by a few hours hanging in the air, clinging to your skin. A tackiness to your nape, your hair curled ever so slightly at the base. He finds himself pausing, eyes flickering over your skin.

The slope of your breasts under your night shirt, the way it’s slid ever so slightly off your shoulder. Upon tugging the duvet further down, off your hips, down your thighs, it’s only then that he pieces everything together. Sure, maybe you chose his shirt to sleep in because you missed him, because his cologne and musk was weaved into the cotton after use. It was an easy excuse.

However, he knows that’s not the only reason.

Inner thighs sticky, shiny with the drying evidence of your desire, your toy still nestled between your plush skin, it’s all far too incriminating. Maybe his sweet baby was a bit more desperate for him than he realized. A bit more perverted than he ever cared to give you credit for, getting off in his clothes.

Briefly, he wonders how long you were at it, how good it was. It must’ve been good, he wanted it to be. Was today specifically tiring? Was your climax that good? Or was it a mix of both that had you passing out before you could get cleaned up. That’s usually his job, cleaning you up after a long session. Not that he minds, not in the slightest.

But… he’s here now, right? Sure, you’re asleep now… and maybe he didn’t get the pleasure of watching the show… but it’s still his job. It’s the least he can do after being away for so long.

Right?

#ummmm yeah jus spitting this out here #was really excited abt this one but liiiike #ew it’s sat in my google docs for like two months now #three maybe #next ! #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚ #late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.