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HaPpY VaLeNtInEs DaY!!!!!!
It had to be done. These were too fun to do to not. Sorry it’s so late in the day, but I had to go to work and didn’t get a chance to upload them sooner. XD
Also Bonus second Damien one because I wasn’t sure which saying was better.
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Hello I’m back at it again.
Size doesn’t have to be 540x380, but I won’t be working with formats that are very big. If you want something a little bigger, please check out this post or contact me.
Please note that I won’t be drawing in a very complicated style, which means that asking me to doodle overly complicated things might end up with me refusing a commission.
This is new post is simply because I finally have enough for my next semester, thanks to everyone who reached out to me. I just wanted to celebrate a little? As usual the prices can be negotiated and I can go lower or higher depending on what you ask of me. (More for backgrounds, less for very spicy memes)
Quick concept of Grillby and Muffet from my Undertale AU, UnderIllusion. Full body sketches and the Royal family coming soon.
James for the love of...
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hey guys so I don’t have a source of income right now because of school and my savings is dwindling really low and I need to be able to get to my girlfriend for Christmas, my car insurance bill is going to start piling up and I’m getting no financial help whatsoever from my parents…so I’m opening up commissions!
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Thank you guys so much! ❤❤❤
Quick question who would wanna see which three bad dragon dildos you’d combined to make Malix’s schlong
Dicks ahoy you nasty demonfuckers. Which aspects of which will be more clear when I put it in action in the finished fic but for now, here ya go.
Glyph, the bottomost one, is the closest in terms of general shape. Pretzal, the middle, is a good show of length and temperament. The top, Kage, has the prominent base bulge and the closest tip.
And yeah it’s red. With a lusciously erratic swath of white pube garnish.
See what your followers think of you.
BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. BLUE = You are my tumblr crush. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I don’t know you at all. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BROWN = I don’t like you. PINK = I think you are unattractive. RED = I hate you with a burning passion. WHITE = You scare me. RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
Okay I’m gonna add more meaningful colors because this list is inadequate.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
Actually I’m gonna add a few too
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you
Please??
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i love each new episode of Guess That Kink: Damien Edition, but rn i gotta know . . . what are Malix's kinks?
Anything aggressive and showy. Biting, scratching, dirty talk, bondage, breathplay, dom/sub, manhandling, bloodplay, knifeplay, gunplay, using his partner— anything that lets him flex his love for power and control. All those are presuming he’s on top, btw. There’s an exhibitionist streak in him, and you can imagine the fun he and Mika have there.
As for bottoming, he’s shares Sam’s sparring kink: never surrender, only lose with a smile. No begging, no whimpering, never let them see you slip. He does like being spanked but he won’t admit it, you gotta do it mid-fuck or he’ll whirl on you. Anything that’s topping from the bottom, he would do.
…. ok ok cmere listen, if you’re really close with him, y’listenin? If he trusts you, really trusts you, Malix unravels if you take it slow and get a bit emotional. He hates it in the best way. Kiss his ears, tell him how much he means to you, take a moment to listen to his heartbeat. Run your fingers over the spot at his lower back where his tail begins. Kiss his tail. Kiss his spine. Kiss his hands. Kiss his neck. Kiss him; slowly, gently. He will resist and try to set the pace on his own, but don’t yield. He’ll wanna hide his face. He’s blushing, he’s trying not to get emotional but damnit he can’t. He’s lost control of the interlude; he’s at your mercy. It’s a moment of sincerity difficult to coax from him.
Don’t make him regret it.
A Wild Love
Going off @laitosbreadstick‘s design for Horse James, this is Marceline and James. <3
Lineart: X
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#AsylumJam2017 - Michaela Showing Her Work Colors for 48 Hours...
IT… is done…
#AsylumJam2017, we present to you…
“THE DEVIL’S GOSPEL”
Erik. You're describing the literal definition of jealousy, pettiness, and *sniffs the air* Is that...*sniff* Is that Internalized inferiority?! My dude. If anything Malix is helping Sam. Him being wild doesn't mean there's no control. He's still laughing and smiling. He's happy! Isn't that all that should matter to you? Malix is a good outlet for him. You as his big brother should accept that he's finding what works for him...even if it doesn't for you. Malix isn't replacing you. Remember that.
Erik brings a hand to his chest. “In-Internalized inf- Don’t you dare patronize me! What does it matter how I express my frustrations anyway!?”
His eye, seemingly without his realizing, begins to shimmer blood red. “You sound just like Zecaeru, you know. All this shit of- of- being wild and free and somehow keeping a hold on your self — it is a wretched lie. He may be having fun throwing himself against walls and- and rutting in the supply closet but staying grounded isn’t about fun, or happiness, or- or any of that!!”
His venom-spat words and assaulting gestures only build in ferocity, and the very marble floors beneath his feet crack as vicious, thorned brambles slither up and circle his legs.
“An outlet is nothing more than an imperfection in a cup that allows it to break all the easier. Once you let a little out, it all comes flooding like a raging blizzard, that’s a fact, that’s how it works, and if you can’t keep it all completely under control, then it’s over and you’re done—”
He’s beginning to hunch over. A pod emerges from the back of his collar and curls down alongside his bangs, grows in size, and opens its mouth full of piranha-like thorns.
“—and everyone will see what you really are underneath, everyone will see your truth, they’ll see that wild and crazy side, and everyone will see what you were trying to hide and they will know how little control you had at all! And all that fun and happiness you had before will mean nothing because now they will be disgusted by you—”
Erik clutches his face with both hands and steps back. Several things happen at once.
As his palm slams onto the teeth of the unnatural Flytrap, his fingers press inside its mouth and trigger it to snap shut on his hand, puncturing both sides of his hand. Just as he gasps in shocked pain, his ankle catches on the bramble and he doesn’t balance himself in time. Erik falls back and hits his behind and his head against the marble.
The Flytrap opens its mouth and makes a hasty retreat back from whence it came. The brambles spiral back into the cracks they made and vanish in less than a second.
Erik groans and rolls to his side, holding his bleeding hand away from himself, cradling his throbbing head. His bangs fall away from his face for all of a moment.
That’s what snaps him sitting upright, panting, shoulders tense, hands flat against the cold floor, arms straight, and knees pulled close. He’s looking ahead but his eyes, no longer glowing, are unfocused.
“I…” Erik’s throat is dry as a bone, and he swallows, but it doesn’t do any good. He looks around for someone, but he’s alone.
He slowly raises his bleeding, shaking hand under his bangs to cradle his face.
“I… uhm… I-I… have to-… g-go…”
He tries to push himself to his feet but everything is trembling. He never removes his hand from his face. When he gets his footing, unstable as it is, he backpedals and runs, disappearing into the first floor corridors.
I'm not even gonna try and fight the boys because I'm not good at fighting but I will stare at them with Disappointment and cross my arms, shaking my head slowly ~R
Two of them are definitely hanging their heads in shameful acceptance. Bad Boys.
Meanwhile-er…
As the four incubi brothers sat out back and puzzled over how to rescue Erik, Malix and Mika sat at the dining room table inside, discussing their own plans.
“I am… so sorry,” Mika groaned into her hands. She sounded like she wanted to cry. “I really thought… I really thought they would try to accept you!”
Malix tapped his cigarette ashes onto a saucer he’d swiped from the kitchen. He was waiting for her to tell him to put it out but she hadn’t yet.
“I didn’t.”
“After that confrontation, they all seemed complacent and- and willing to try–”
“Ain’t you said yourself how Rae’s real good at makin’ deals and puttin’ on a good face and shit? You know he got that from his big bad pops, right?”
She fell silent. Mika dragged her hands over her face, exhausted all over again.
“You’re right,” she muttered. “You’re absolutely right. He’s always been natural at sweet-talking his way through everything… fuck me… Would he really have put up a façade at me…?”
Malix didn’t comment. He had nothing else to say. Mika had connected the dots the first time after all. His fingers would still need to stop trembling so he could grab his cigarette, though. He didn’t have proof.
“God…” she let her forehead hit the table, her hair spilling over her waiting Grimoire. “This is so much deeper than I thought… what about Sam? Has he been going too far with the roughhousing, or… like…”
“Forcin’ my ass open? Nah.” Another drag. “He ain’t on Rae’s level if I’m bein’ straight, he knows when I really want him off me. Still fucks me over, but, y'know.”
She laughed, but it was bitter and dry. “No kidding.”
He breathed, nibbled his cigarette butt as grey swirled from his nose. She crossed her arms on the table and buried her face, just catching her breath.
“So… uh…” Malix leaned forward in his seat and took a good look at the Grimoire’s cover. “Anything in there for makin’ shit float?”
“What?” She peeked up from under her still-ratty hair. “Why– Erik. Right. Shit.”
Malix snickered, flashing his teeth on that cigarette. That was a little spark of smug he could keep all to himself; Mika got so upset and pissed on his behalf that she forgot about her flower boy.
“This isn’t over though, I fully intend to drag them by their damn ears.”
“Jes’ lemme listen in on that party and I’m good.”
“Hah! I’ll see what I can do.”
Mika tossed her hair back out of her face, pulled the Grimoire up closer and opened up to one of her many tabbed pages. Diagrams for various circles and anchor points, some of which Malix actually recognized. She flipped through to other categories of spells, hastily scribbled in with appending notes in margins, each page more stiff and rippled and yellow than the last.
“Mmh…” Mika furrowed her brow and flipped faster.
“Nothin’, huh.”
“There’s gotta be something. He wrote all sorts of spells in here; I find it hard to believe there isn’t one that can slow a fall or grant flight or… something.”
“Tcheh.”
“How have I never thought to make one!? C'mon Mika, you made a damn Squeak Toy spell but you never thought to fly?”
Malix paused and stared at her. “Sorry a what now?”
“Don’t- don’t ask, it doesn’t matter.”
“Nuuuhnunununununuh.” He plucked his cigarette from his lips and leaned in, waving it at her. “I wanna hear this. What’s a squeak toy spell do.”
Mika closed her eyes and hung her head. “It… if you cast it on something, then… it’ll squeak every time something else touches it.”
Malix blinked. “Why–”
“I was watching Sam and Matthew fight and I thought it would be funny if Matthew sounded like a squeak toy when Sam grabbed him!!!” She threw her hands up. “It seemed hilarious at the time!! And it was! I stand by it! But you cannot tell them because that shit is my Magnum fucking Opus of pranks and they haven’t caught onto me yet and I refuse to let it be ruined.”
A fleck of ash fell off the tip of his cigarette. Malix coughed on a grin, and erupted in a full-body cackle. Head on the table, kicking the floor, swatting the nearest object over and over. Mika found herself giggling too.
“HOOOOOLY SHIT THATS GREAT!! Holy shit, fuck, fuck that’s the best fuckin’ thing I ever heard, makin’ that li'l guy squEAK!!! HA!! Fuck me Mika I love you. I didn’t say that.”
She covered her mouth, but her rosy round cheeks gave her away. “Say what?”
“Fuck yes,” Malix held his forehead and caught his breath while propped against the tabletop. Grinning ear to ear, he couldn’t stop giggling at the image of Matthew being poked and squeaking.
He just, don’t need to think about what else he said there and he’d be good.
She cleared her throat. “Heh… so uh. Yeah. By the looks of this…”
She grabbed a bunch of the Book’s pages in one hand and flipped through them for Malix to see.
“… there’s no flying, floating, hovering… or anything that could help. This isn’t looking good.”
He shut his eyes and chewed his cheek. He’d been afraid of that.
“I hate to say this… But… You might really be our best shot at getting Erik down.”
“Shit,” He snarled, dropped his cigarette onto the saucer and snapped his arm up since he couldn’t throw it as hard as he wanted to.
“But not our only shot. I won’t ask you to do this.”
“Gah…” He rubbed his face so she wouldn’t see how relieved he looked. “Thank you, god thank you, fuck, I owe you one.”
“No you don’t.”
“I wanna.”
“With this stuff, you never owe me.”
“We could do a quick one on one'a their beds.”
“You don't– what!?” Though shocked, she was smiling.
“C'mon, no quickie? How ‘bout a li'l schmutz?” He used his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth and flashed her his smug bedroom eyes; a gesture Mika remembered from the slums to mean oral.
(It had seemed to represent both a blowjob and cunnilingus while being more subtle than the America’s V or salt shaker shit, and she had found that extremely cool in its own way.)
Mika kicked his leg under the table, albeit giggling. “I’m just being nice! You don’t have to eat me out for that!”
“Yeah but I wanna. And I’m still fuckin’ pissed at the Dildo Squad out there.” He leaned over at her and opened his arms, hands splayed and gesturing to himself. “Maybe a guy thinks leavin’ the window open while he makes their girlie squeal would do 'em some fuckin’ justice, yeah?”
She snorts. “Goddamnit, you remember my kinks. I hate you.”
He snickered at her with that crooked smile he wore so well. On a whim, since he was leaning so close, Mika slid her fingers through his hair and stole a kiss. Malix didn’t see it as stolen though, opening up and rumbling as their tongues caressed. A bite, a nibble, another kiss, and they parted, foreheads touching, with slow, satisfied gasps.
Malix quirked a brow. “So whaddya say, girlie?”
She had to laugh. “I’d love to… but we gotta stay focused. Or I gotta. Not you.”
“Mm-hmm.”
They stayed like that for a moment, Malix with his fingertips ghosting her jaw, Mika with her hand cupping the base of his head and leisurely playing with his hair.
Fuck… he really was in too deep.
He let his eyes drift shut. “Mmh… how 'bout later tonight?”
“I think I could be talked into that.” She stole one last kiss before sitting back up. “Although… if I’m going to get a spell made in time, I need to start researching asap.”
He paused. “In time for…”
“Rescuing Erik before he starves,” She stood up. “I know I’m not panicking right now but I will once everything up here catches up. I think I’m still in emotional denial.”
Malix blinked, then shot up and followed her. “Whoa whoa, you wanna run that by me again, girlie? How long’s it take to make a fuckin’ floaty spell?”
“The research depends on the kind of spell but for this I’d say, like, three to four days?”
“Four days?”
They entered the kitchen and Mika moved with purpose to one of the junk drawers. “That’s being generous. After the research I need to test different casting styles and see what works best, test incantations, test the balance of power, and then I gotta practice that and make sure I can consistently draw the right energies in for the spell–”
She pulled a wad of lined paper and a pencil from the cabinet of cook books, then marched past Malix, him left staring, back to the dining room.
“–and all of that could take me weeks.”
Malix gaped. “For one fuckin’ floaty spell!?”
“For one fucking floaty spell,” She dropped the paper on the table and slid into her seat. “Heh. Supposing I do my research right. I had to scrap a whole month of work once because I went building off Arcane magics only to find out that that kind of spell needed some form of exchange to cast properly! Chapped my ass for a whole month! Still pisses me off actually. When I think about it.”
He stood in the doorway and stared at her.
“Ah, anyway, so… yeah if I do this right I might be able to shave a week off my time. But I’ll need to be laser-focused on it. Might need some coffee, too. Later.”
As she scooted in and pulled the Grimoire close, started reading and already taking notes, it hit Malix in full force just how serious she was. This was the only other way to get her stupid flower boyfriend down from his stupid tree and it might not even happen in time. And, as much as Malix hated the guy and wanted to cave his fucking face in… Mika still cared about him. Enough that she’d be wrecked if he did die… and she’d blame herself for not finishing this thing soon enough, she was like that. She wouldn’t get pissed at him for turning this down at all, would she. She wouldn’t even say it…
Malix rubbed his face.
Damnit. God fucking shit damn hecking fuck fuck frick.
Well, Malix thought, he can’t very well cave Erik’s face in if he’s dead. Everyone in this damn house was gonna owe him and he’d hold them the fuck to it.
“I'mma be right back.”
He walked as fast as he could out to the main hall and between the staircases to the back door. She’d probably realize he was lying in a minute but whatever.
Not wasting any time on hyping himself, he turned the knob and kicked the door open with a resounding bang.
“CHANGE'A PLANS, ASSHOLES!”
