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hmmmMmm gatsby bartylus
reg is daisy and barty is gatsby and he's throwing all these lavish parties across the bay in the hopes that regulus shows up to one of them and leaves james to be with him and he thinks he can pull it all off and repeat the past but instead he winds up dead in a swimming pool and regulus leaves town with james and doesn't even go to his funeral. the end.
More titus pleaseeeeee holy moly
Don't worry anon there will definitely be more Titus
LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 4: Favorite character (or Variant)
scott & ramona !!!!!!
I watched scott pilgrim takes off a couple weeks ago and the animation in the fight scenes is so *chef's kiss*
I also accidentally started incorporating this style into my normal doodling style lol
Dear AO3, I don't know why you look like that...but I hope it's just a mistake and they fix it! It's awful!.
How am I supposed to read about Vikings and dragons, doomed lesbians, and series of questionable quality?.
I just can't, I'll leave you for today, and hope it's just a mistake and nothing permanent.
Made an arcane fan animation hehe
DAN & PHIL TIT SPOILERS
This is my new prized possession 😭😭😭
(Better quality photo/scan uploading tomorrow)
NEVER GETTING OVER THIS SHOW!!!
I THOUGHT I LOST THE FOOTAGE FOR THIS I didn’t I just lost the art files
A while ago I was gonna remake the RÄT animatic, but fell out of Henry Stickmin and got burnt out on the comic. So I never finished the remake…but I have some of it! I’ll still remake RÄT one day, it’s why most of you are here if I’m not mistaken haha!
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WORK
cw: rook is down bad and unashamed, nakedness, bathing (together), kissing
Rook felt that he was born to worship.
His divine duty was incomplete, thus far, for he could show devotion to no one, despite fawning over them. A part of him refrained; a piece that never clicked into place, forcing him to wander in search of who he was truly made to serve.
Gazing upon your alluring flesh, presented like a blessed offering before him, a voice, angelic or otherwise, seems to whisper to him that this is his true calling.
Hands calloused from the handling of a bow smooth over skin that shivers at the touch. Rook rubs slow, gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs on either side of your sacred frame, savouring the dip of your flesh at his hand. He’s never felt so human.
The heat of your back against his chest, the two of you a mix of flesh and limbs, brings a heady feeling upon him, as though your skin seeps intoxication, making his head spin and his heart flutter at the contact.
The water ripples gently around you as you turn to face him, to give him his divine command. He’s ready for anything you would ask of him: to kiss, to kill, to die, to worship your body or merely the ground you honour by walking upon it. Everything he has, he lays before you.
As your touch smooths across his face, your thumb stroking gently at his cheek before trailing down to his damp chest, Rook feels you wash away all the others; anyone before you is pointless, the memory of their existence consumed and burnt up by your sweetened breath.
His breath catches in his throat when your honeyed lips ghost over his own. His gratitude is endless, silent vows of servitude echoing through his mind with each brush of your lips upon his throat.
He’s utterly compelled by your amorous touch, something euphoric stirring deep in his gut. There’s no choice, only something like fate stringing him up and pulling him along; falling inconsolably into your depths.
meeting the in-laws i chose violence for my warm up today
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guys they are starting to figure things out