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I go bazoonkers whenever I see his neck and collarbones 🛐🛐🛐
His neck looks so kissable and biteable
(RAWRARAWRWAAAHHHAJQBAJNDJQNARAWR)
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Chest, jaw, hands and lips too.
If he needs a dog...I can moo 🍞
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animentality · 1 year
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I appreciate your post on Jenna Ortega and anime beauty standards! Wanted to let you know her name is Jenna, not Jenny. :)
you know, i KNOW that and yet.
when i wrote that post, i said it wrong twice and then tagged it wrong.
thanks for letting me know.
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ash-and-starlight · 1 year
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hades atla bisexual simulator
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an-excellent-choice · 2 months
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Reminder & Spoiler to BG3 fans who haven't romanced Gale in any of your playthroughs.
GALE DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THE KARSITE WEAVE
Him being a god was not the initial thought process. Him pursuing the weave against Mystra's wishes was like him trying to buy a rare stone for a proposal ring and getting a uranium instead of a diamond.
Was he an idiot, who thought he knew better about retrieving weave? Yes.
Malicious and narcissistic? No. not really
People pleaser tendencies gone extreme? definitely
Him wanting to be a god by the end is him lashing out because he realizes his worth and it dawns on him Mystra abandoned him. It is also a desperate attempt to find a cure to his orb because he defied Mystra after act 2 (which is also under your persuasion) when he was already in hot water with her. He is under the impression that any civility or chances he has for Mystra's forgiveness is gone and his orb is still very much active.
Gale is just very human who doesn't really understand what cards he has and what he could play in a game with gods
Is he being stupid again by wanting to pursue godhood? Yes
Is he lashing out? Probably for some but for me definitely
Is he tired of being gods' plaything/pawn in their plans? Absolutely
Can you blame him after everything you see in act 1 & 2 with Ketheric, Shadowheart and even Lae'zel. The evil gods prey on you and the so called good ones abandon you.
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justshipsandstuff · 2 months
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SPOILERS!
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Using my internet privilege to create weird yuri situations
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belmeran · 1 year
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i can post this now !! i was chosen to be the back cover illustrator for the Four Seasons Huntlow Zine, and i’m very happy with the result ☺️ thank you so much @fourseasonszine ! this meant a lot to me.
everyone did so well, go check it out!
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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated
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empressofmankind · 5 months
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You ever think about Crocodile's pre midlife crisis disillusionment-with-piracy look? I think about it a lot.
I am completely normal about this.
EDIT: Hey, hey you, psst. I did some more work on this!
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froog-water · 5 months
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Very happy for you that youre getting the recognition you deserve! For a suggestion would you be ok with drawing Bonnie and self insert ^^ No pressure! I hope you have a good day!
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yipppeee ok so, first i am so sorry this took so long to come out lmao. i went away for the weekend and as you can see, kinda just kept running with the doodles
second, you never specified which bon you wanted soooooo i hope these goobers will suffice uwu As you can probably tell, i view glambon as like a complete and utter idiot, himmmboo to the extreme (said in a very loving way)
thank you so much for your support and and …. waaahhh thank you! i hope you are having a good day❤️
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imrisah · 8 months
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Only thing I’ve drawn in months 🙌
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barbwalken · 2 months
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Day 18
Satanic ritual fueled by homoerotic hatred
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daily-odile · 4 months
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asmr to help you sleep: odile hits you hammers
I propose: the quicker way to get to sleep
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gentlebeard · 1 year
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The party ain’t stoppin’ on The Revenge
Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 Song: TiK ToK by Kesha YouTube || Season 2 Version
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batwynn · 3 months
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Listen. The moment you get an older than 45 queer romance going in media I’m thrilled and I just don’t gaf if it’s sad, ‘Bad Rep’, light and happy, plot B, not ‘serious enough’, ‘too serious’, Can’t Happen Because One of Them Only is in Love With the Other Inside a Mind Split Work Place, Not Safe For Work, etc. I don’t care. I want it to exist and I will thoroughly enjoy it.
I grew up hearing about all the friends my mom lost in the queer community. I grew up knowing that those people would never have a romance that aged with their bodies. That they’d never have these kinds of stories. That the people who did survive still face hatred and violence just for holding hands in public even after living through this shit for so many years. So, yeah. I want to see the older queer couples in love, ok? I don’t care if it’s not the Young People Aesthetic or ‘Good Representation’ or wtfever. I just don’t care. They deserve to age, and love, and be messy, and be real people, and have stories told about it.
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somethingaboutmint · 1 year
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Quick ugly doodle of cassidy contemplating her sexuality at some dump somewhere
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raineandsky · 4 months
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could we get a flirty villain X oblivious cinnamon roll hero please ? I'll give you a cookie 🍪
oooooooo one of my favourite tropes!! i love dumbasses who are just blind to the most obvious things, hope you enjoy :D
“Beautiful evening for it, isn’t it?”
The hero whirls to meet their new foe, fists raised, but the villain only throws them a sweet smile. Almost a smirk, like they know something the hero doesn’t.
“There’s no need for that, is there?” they purr. “I’m only commenting on the view.”
The villain isn’t even looking at the view, as beautiful as it apparently is. The hero slowly lowers their fists. They haven’t seen too much trouble from this villain before, they suppose.
The villain’s heels click against the concrete as they saunter closer. The hero pins their gaze to the sunset. The way their nemesis is watching them is a little too intense for their liking. “It’s nice at night, too, from up here,” the hero says, because the silence is stretching a little too long and they’re getting awkward about it. “The city looks crazy from here when it’s all lit up.”
The villain hums idly, pausing next to them to actually take in the scenery beyond. The hero glances at them and– oh. No, they’re not admiring the view. They’re still staring.
The hero shuffles on their feet and averts their gaze. More silence. The hero opens their mouth to make another painful attempt at conversation.
"You know,” the villain thankfully says instead, “there’s a really cute little restaurant downtown. Italian. It’s on that corner opposite the convenience store.”
The hero’s brow knits slightly. “The Pizza House?”
The villain’s face brightens. “That’s it! I forgot the name.” They finally, finally, turn their gaze out to the city. “I’ve been watching you from the sidelines for a while, [Hero]. You impress me. I thought you might like to join me down there tomorrow night.”
A challenge. Or a trap. The villain’s inviting them to one of their crimes. There’s something going on here—what’s the catch?
“I’ve heard the food is to die for,” the villain’s saying. “The cocktails are supposedly explosive.”
Explosive? God, the villain’s going to blow the place to smithereens. Then again, the hero is being handed the perfect chance to put a stop to this inane plan. Best to go along with it.
“Oh, yeah.” That doesn’t sound believable even to their own ears. “When were you thinking?”
The villain hums shortly, tilting their head in thought. “About seven? I’d like my food to go down before we continue with the rest of our evening.”
They grace the hero with a wink and a confident smirk. Oh god, are they planning to blow up two buildings?
“Where, uh, where were you thinking of taking the rest of the evening?” It’s too obvious a question, but the villain doesn’t seem to mind. They’re amused by it, if anything.
“I don’t know,” the villain says with a dramatic sigh. “Your place?”
The villain must’ve seen the way the hero’s eyes widened at that. They only just hold down the incensed “WHAT” threatening to announce itself.
Did the villain just tell the hero that they intend to blow up their house?
The hero clears their throat for a moment. The villain grins like this is exactly the reaction they wanted. “Sure,” they manage eventually. “Sounds… exciting.”
The villain’s gaze is on them again, striking as ever, and the hero has to once again look away. It’s a little nerve wracking, being studied so closely. They can see the villain’s light smile out of the corner of their eye.
“It will be.” The villain’s fingers brush against the hero’s arm, and the hero shivers. A promise—of mass destruction, by the sounds of it. “I’ll make sure of that, darling.”
The villain throws one last arrogant smirk at the hero before they’re off, strolling back across the rooftop and leaving the hero alone once again.
The hero’s phone is out as soon as the villain is out of sight. No point in wasting time.
“Yeah,” they say quickly. “I’m going to need every hero available honed in on the Pizza House at seven tomorrow evening. I think something big is coming.”
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