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tharett · 2 days
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Hello 🙆‍♂️‼️
I bring thee some Slimecicle sketch I redid from the GuapoDuo wedding 😼
I found it while looking through old sketches, and thought "why not" and revamped it a little ^^ it will remain a sketch but I wanted to share it with you guys 🫂
I might share some unfinished work in the future, if I feel up for it lmao
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Hola 🙆‍♂️‼️
Les traigo un boceto de Slimecicle que renové de la boda GuapoDuo 😼
Lo encontré mientras miraba viejos bocetos/trabajos y pensé "pues pq no?" y lo renové un poco ^^ se va quedar como un boceto pero quise compartirlo con ustedes 🫂
Tal vez comparta más trabajos que no termine (de qsmp) pero solo dios sabe ajsbajs
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nalyra-dreaming · 2 days
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milksetters · 13 hours
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keep haunting the narrative murr very cool
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readyforthegarden · 2 days
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hearted-anon · 3 days
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A knight's foolish play
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Words: 1683 Note: For @a-wild-seungberry T/w: Use of tools, yes Lee: Know Ler: Hannie
Lee Know has once said on a fancall, he was not a princess, but a queen. A sign of royalty that he wore high above his head, even if it sometimes crumbled with his kind and playful demeanour. Regardless so, his chin was high in the clouds, his eyes sharp with an intelligence that none of his peasants would question, lest they wanted to be put on the stake.
"Minho-hyung, I didn't know you were this great at acting!" Han called out beside him, his smile wide with his cheeks puffed up. Of course, Minho wasn't actually a cruel ruler, but under his watchful gaze of acting, the cat wasn't hesitant to have your blood served as fine wine in a golden goblet of what remained of you to drink for supper if he could.
"It's king Minho to you, Han Jisung." Lee Know hisses out coldly, pointing the end of his metallic blade at the younger's throat, where his adam apple popped up. The quokka's eyes widened in amazement and admiration, wondering how he manages to keep up the cold personality. Meanwhile, as much as Lino enjoyed being pampered and spoon fed on a sliver platter, he felt incredibly guilty for treating his members like peasants, nothing but rats to stomp on and a rug to walk upon to his throne.
However, with being an idol comes with great responsibility, even if it meant he had to act as if he was going to slice those that dared to defy his order, those that dared to duel with his sliver blade would fall spell to his iron grip, head severed onto a plate for his next meal.
"I mean...King Minho, we still have a small break before your next scene, would you like me to be my accompany to your room?" Jisung giggles softly, kneeling down before royalty himself with a shy smile. Minho's heart fluttered in embarrassment, knowing that outside of their acting they were good friends, yet Jisung insisted on treating him this way. With a soft chuckle, Lee Know lifts his blade to tilt the younger's head towards his piercing gaze, one that froze anyone that came in its path.
Still, the quokka held his ground, gripping the fabric of his tights in his hands, crumpling it slightly in all his hidden anxiety. To the 'king', he was nothing but a lowly knight, a servant to his call with a duty to serve and protect his majesty.
"Come then, let us trek the halls of my castle, Knight Jisung." Minho caves in, sheathing his blade into its respective scabbard, his cape draping across the floor to guide the knight along its path, his intentions clouded by the thick fabric of his clothes along with the golden crown that strode in path with him.
Jisung followed behind with a twinkle in his eyes, squealing when his blade almost fell out at the speed he ran towards his majesty. He waddled timidly beside him, Minho really did look intimidating, with narrowed slits of his eyes glaring at anyone that came to block his path, his cape covering his shoulders and down his back to symbolise his pride and confidence, and the crown that was atop his head, worn proudly by his owner.
"Sweet cheeks, why the long face? Y'know it's just acting..." And just like that, 'King Minho' was no longer present, replaced with the Lino the members knew and loved. His face softened into a downturned smile, keeping up his code of conduct in chivalry despite the acting having already ceased. Jisung just stared with wide eyes, his brown eyes reflecting his passion to stick to his role, the armour that his wore was his vow to protect the older no matter what may come between them.
Minho let out a hearty laugh under his breath, creaking open the door to his room. The younger took hesitant steps into the room, both of them absorbed into their roles. Escaping the mundane walls of dancing their life away to songs on a stage that encapsulated everything but the singers themselves, another ruthless night onto their bodies.
"Majesty first." Jisung hums with a bow, making the 'King' smile as he waltzes in. He tosses his cape on the floor, settling the shiny crown that he was reluctant to tear from his head, but placed it onto the night stand before tossing himself onto the bed. He was very much tired, exhausted from having to maintain his icy and blood lusting demeanour in front of the camera, he could sometimes see true fear in the member's eyes as they quake beneath him, making the cat kneel and beg for forgiveness afterwards, even if assured it was alright.
"You tired, my majesty, you need a massage from your peasant knight?" Minho grumbled at the use of royalty terms, he hated it. In his eyes, Jisung was more royalty to him than himself, and so were the members. When the knight felt the awkward tension that spread throughout the room, he was quick to settle down his scabbard onto the rug carefully, afraid to damage any fabric of hair that was held dearly by the 'king'.
Hands wrapped around the cat's waist gently, hoisting him up from his previous position of suffocating himself in dozens of pillows that costed millions, at least in the set it did. The cat shrieked and hissed, squirming under the knight's hold until eventually melting into a puddle when his head was settle onto the younger's lap, letting a hint of a smile on his face graze him.
"Would you like to indulge in some banter?" Jisung smiled innocently down at Lee Know, who gazed back up in confusion. It was only until hands landed under his arms to his armpits did the majesty fall prey to such childish things.
"N-No! I don't wish to- WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEHEASE JISUNG!" Minho shrieked when the fingers got to work in scratching his blunt nails over the surface of his armpits, at least the fabric of his costume made it more bearable. Too bad, as when he felt the thick buttons of his shirt unbutton he was doomed.
"Your majesty! You didn't tell me you looked so defined with muscle!" The quokka pretended to be in awe as he looked upon Minho's bare waist, his thighs trapping his arms that once had freedom now no more. The older turned a bright red, getting oh so flustered at the use of still being treated like royalty even after the set, and boy was Jisung having a field day with this information.
"Nohoho don't! Plehehehase- ACK!" The cat squealed when he felt something cold placed onto his waist, eyes widening in horror when he realised it was body oil. He tugged at his arms under Han's thighs, shaking his head with giggles when it was rubbed all over his waist and spine.
"My majesty deserves only the best of massages in the kingdom." The knight mutters with a smile, pressing a tiny kiss to the cat's forehead to soothe him for what was to come. Minho simply shook with giggles, shrieking when fingertips traced along his sides, a mess before it begun.
"I ahaham nohot a king! Stahahap saying thaHAHAHT! JISUHUHUNG!" Minho howled with laughter when fingers rubbed at clawed at his ribs, the oil just making his skin all the more easy to move around, and slide right in between the crevices. The younger hummed an acknowledgement through the laughter, smiling down at the cruel 'king' torn apart at his fingertips.
"Yes you are! And I treat royalty with the utmost respect, excuse me." Jisung tutted, pretending to be offended that Lino dared speak himself so lowly. As punishment, a finger plunged into his navel, the other kneading into his waistline. Minho threw his head back in hysterics, crinkling his eyes with witch-like cackles he was sure the entire castle could hear.
The older thrashed and squirmed, the oil right in his navel making it unbearable as the finger swirled and scratched gently, making him go hazy with laughter, while the kneading on his v-line made him feel like he was going to ascend with crazy laughter.
"ARGHAHAHAAHAH! STAP! PLEEHEHEASE MAHAHAKE IT STOP!" Minho screeches with hysterics, his ears burning with blush from how badly he was being torn apart by something as simple as tickling, torn to pieces while he had beheaded several peasants that defied his rule. His grown hair sprawled across the younger's thighs messily, too much squirming to be kept neat and tidy.
"You're so cute, we should do this more often." The quokka mumbles with a giggle of his own, earning a very strong opinion and shout of no in return, making him smile. He loved when the older let loose like this, laughing so carefree without thinking twice of whom he affected, he wished things remained like that every time.
"NOHOHOHO! NO MORE! AHAHAH-!" Eventually, the older's laughter cut off into silent cries of mirth, kicking out his legs as he tried everything in his power to squirm away from the agile fingers that glided across his torso torturously gently, sending him into quiet, ticklish agony as tears streamed down hs face.
Alas, everything has to come to an end, Jisung pulling his fingers away to properly massage the oil in, earning a lot of giggling and protesting. He still held the rouge cat down, just in case its claws would extend for a hunt of revenge, something he often worried about whenever he messed about in playful banter.
Pulling him into a tight hug, the younger embraces the older in safe, warm cuddle, buttoning back up his cloak when he felt Minho shiver and shudder. They both definitely didn't fall asleep in a tranquil of peace, and both definitely weren't cooed over and nagged by the members for missing their shoot, with cuddles.
The knight was definitely 'burnt at the stake' the next day by his majesty. Worth it though, says Knight Jisung as he screamed out another squeal of desperation when his majesty finds his ribs interesting.
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ya-boi-haru · 9 hours
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Kaleidoscope thought:
Quixis is telling Malitae about the world port and the different worlds.
They tell them about their own world, their house, the farms, places they loved.
They get sad about it, as they miss it dearly but have no way to go back.
So Malitae uses their artistic abilities to create a scenery that's based off of what Q told them.
Quixis damn near cries apon seeing it and just sits in the scenery, remembering their world.
"Is this close to how it looked?"
"Its perfect"
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Ridiculous obscure OJV headcanon:
Kyle (freshman year yeeting disorder recovery era) logging that he “vanquished a quesadilla” into the Recovery Record app and his therapist being all “… so you ate a quesadilla is what you’re saying, that’s great but can we use more direct terminology” lmfaoooo and he 100% phrased it like that bc he had FaceTimed Stan for meal support and when he held up the crumpled wrapper his fantasy dork best friend went “HELL YEAH DUDE YOU DEFEATED IT” bc Stan may not get it but he knows his sbf was seeing that shit as a foe to be battled, like it’s not just a tortilla with cheese. These two losers I adore them.
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krash-and-co · 18 hours
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just heard this kid yell something unintelligible over his shoulder and his friend shouts "what?????" in the most perplexed tone I've ever heard and the first guy goes "I don't know buddy." and the other guy starts speed walking after him and goes "what are you SAYING?????? stop SAYING things" and the first guy says he doesn't know again and they just keep going down the hall like that. I have no idea what he even said.
anyways this is Lockwood and George to me but the thing is I don't know whos who. I just know it's them
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glibble-glonker · 9 hours
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TYNOAH
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Two pieces of art in one day 🤯🤯🤯🤯
anyways these guys don’t even know what they’re watching 😂😂😂
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editedsunflower · 2 months
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Idea: Hermitcraft season 10 as a visual novel! (not an actual game) Was fooling around with designs for Gem and Grian and I thought to myself "hey! this looks like they could be in a visual novel" long story short, I spent the next 10 hours working on a background :p might make more hermits later, idk... full models:
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Idea: gem's trident as a harpoon
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gem sick of your s&#t edition
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novaneondream · 2 months
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@candle-scm you did this to me
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luckydiorxoxo · 3 months
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Starting at midnight EST for 24 hours, DON’T CROSS OUR CLICK-IT LINE, that means no clicks, likes, reshares on:
GQ ❌
Vanity Fair ❌
Bon Appétit ❌
Architectural Digest ❌
Vogue ❌
Allure ❌
Glamour ❌
Epicurious ❌
Self ❌
Condé Nast Traveler ❌
Them ❌
Teen Vogue ❌
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97b0n3s · 3 months
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Kirk during a mind meld with Spock probably
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hey uncle what do i do when a pretty guy in a dress asks me abt my identity
(He found out)
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hellseur · 1 month
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Kitty May and Brisket the Puppy in luv
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1moreoffkeyanthem · 16 hours
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The OJV jar is genuinely so funny- I know that Cartman is a COMMON offender of the jar but did anyone else ever have to put money in the jar? Like a time one of them (other then Cartman) made a super out of pocket and had to pay the jar tax 🤓
That is SUCH a good question!!! And this actually may sound batshit, but I think Kyle has actually had to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar. Let me explain.
So the Jar WAS implemented as a means to get Cartman to speak more sensitively to his friends, the idea was encouraged by his counselor bc Eric Cartman needs an incentive for things. The Jar was Kyle’s idea in 8th grade or so, wanting to be supportive of Cartman’s journey with his mental health, finding empathy, all that. But one time, Cartman was On Some Bullshit and while he usually brushes off being called out, Kyle got pissed at him and called him a “FUCKING NARCISSIST PSYCHOPATH NUTCASE” and that legitimately hurt him, because Cartman IS a diagnosed narcissist and psychopath and is WORKING ON IT. Kyle immediately regretted it, of course. OJV Kyle really doesn’t like to upset people, even if he and Cartman get a kick out of their debates. But he immediately recognized that he took it too far, and nobody told him to pay up, 1 bc the Jar Constitution doesn’t mention anyone’s infringements other than Cartman, and 2 bc actually offending Cartman is a feat in and of itself, but Kyle felt sooooo fucking bad. He was apologizing profusely. Cartman appreciated the gesture.
Marj has also had to contribute to the Jar for roping the gang into a “fundraiser” that she knew was a pyramid scheme
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