Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

"im a girl" "im a boy" okay well I am all eyes, I am all ears, I am the wall and im watching you fall

Disability will have you thinking shit like “I’m not even that disabled. I can manage as long as I limit myself to very specific careers, never go shopping for more than an hour or two at a time, keep my plans open so I can cancel and stay in if need be, and only go out a few nights per week at the most”

My Aether Artwork is done! I thought I had posted It already :')

A close up and previously posted Lineart down here:

I drew this while listening to Chris Catalyst's Mad in England album on loop, it inspired me in a way you can't imagine.

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

Down the Rabbit Hole, painting by Zack Dunn

This artist’s Instagram // Print Shop

The term stigma (Ϛ) originates from ancient Greek language and in particular from the verb «στίζω», which means "to carve, to mark as a sign of shame, punishment or disgrace

(reuploadd) back from the death with some Chain

Terzo gifted it to him, he hates it with a burning passion

Didn't want to go too crazy with details or composition after not drawing for months, so please accept my humble offering as an apology for dying temporarily 🙏

That one Ghoul who 🧿👄🧿 into your soul

Big Earth bbg<3

His eyes♥️♥️

Spicy (somno) thoughts under the cut, you've been warned. Let's just assume that consent was given before Swiss went to bed.

Hear me out.

Aurora uses her quintessence to keep him mostly asleep, but awake enough that he can feel everything

eepy transmasc Swiss

Cirrus and Aurora show up with toys™

It's basically just a wet dream from his perspective

Cirrus is thrusting into him with her strap, while Rora circles his little dick with a vibrator

He comes four times and when he wakes up, he's confused as hell and still horny

So he goes to Cirrus to tell her about the dream he had

She's all like "wow, that's crazy" 😏

He eventually puts it together in the shower that it wasn't a dream

Has to use his shower head to get himself off because he's so desperate

I am normal.

Papa Emeritus II for a friend

Every time someone draws omega skinny i die a little inside

If You Have Ghost

You Have Everything

Wet

kinda a continue to this

just smut, there's a bit of overstimulation and orgasm delay here

"aw, alpha look. you're as wet as a water ghoul." ifrit's voice snapped alpha out of his haze and he glanced down on himself as much as ifrit's hands allowed him, swallowing a whimper as his head dropped back to ifrit's lap, screwing his eyes shut as omega laughs softly in the background of his suffering.

alpha swears to lucifer, they've been at it for hours, the sun just came out when the two jumped him and now it's already in the middle of the sky.

and his cock is so hard it hurts, and those idiots won't let him cum, they keep saying that they wanna "play" with him a bit more but he doesn't know how much "a bit more" he can take before he'll go insane.

and he's so wet. he can feel it on his skin, he tried to wipe it away but ifrit's tail looping around his wrists wouldn't let him. and it definitely doesn't help that everytime ifrit calls him "pretty boy" more pre dribble out, or that omega has taken a liking to spitting on his cock.

they're going to kill him.

his hands felx, tail thumping on the bed, when omega takes him in his mouth again and ifrit chuckles, one hand pulling on alpha's hair while the other abusing his nipples.

"блядь, meg," gasping, eyes rolling, back arching, he's so close, right fucking there-

and it all stopped.

and this time he couldn't help it, letting a sob escape his throat, hips bucking before being forced back down by omega's hands.

"пожалуйста, пожалуйста, я умоляю пожалуйста-"

he's so hard, so sensitive that even just the ghost of omega's breath makes his eyes roll back.

"your such a pretty boy, i love when you look so..." ifrit stopped, as if to look for the word that was already sitting at too of his tounge "ruined."

"ifrit, ifrit пожалуйста, oh пожалуйста, я больше не могу-"

"shh, just be our pretty boy and take kt, yeah? you're sooo good, why won't you thank meg, hmm? he's so nice to you, keeping you on edge so you can feel all good for us."

"спасибо, спасибо meg, пожалуйста"

and omega, the bastard, smirked at him as he took him in his hand, spasms of quintessence running from alpha's cock to his core.

"ни за что, мое солнышко" omega said back, alpha felt like he could strangle him, but then he started to strok him.

Mountain trudging back to the abbey, covered in dirt and his muscles aching, after a long day outside looking after the grounds and greenhouse. he eats a quick dinner alone in the kitchen and gets back to his room, his plan being to take a quick shower then tumble into bed, but when he opens the door to his bathroom hes met with Dew. theres a warm bath already waiting for him, complete with flower petals and clouds of bubbles floating on the surface. the smell of lavender and chamomile fills the air. Dew helps undress him and they get in the tub together. he takes his time as he washes and massages Mountain's aching body. he whispers praises and affirmations into his skin, bidding farewell with a soft kiss before moving on to another spot. Mountain sighs as he feels the stress melt away and leave his body. Dew can take as long as he needs seeing as he can keep the water warm, and Mountain has never been more grateful to have fallen in love with a fire ghoul than in that moment. Dew sits on the edge of the tub as he brushes out the knots and leaves and twigs from the earth ghoul's hair before washing it. hes careful not to press to hard into his scalp because he knows that'll cause a headache so he keeps his touch light. Mountain feels like he could fall asleep if it werent for Dew dipping down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips every time his eyes start to droop. a little "hey, no falling asleep on me yet, big guy. you know i can't carry you to bed." when Dew's finished his work and Mountain's fingers have turned to prunes, its time to get out. Dew helps dry Mountain off before they crawl into bed together. before they drift off, Mountain bumps his antlers against Dew's horns. a sign of thanks from a very tired ghoul. Dew smiles and nuzzles his cheek into the fur on Mountain's chest. he'll always be there for him. they'll always be there for each other.