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all's fair in love and poetry.

[selenophilc]

THE MOONKISSED POET, 𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐴. she/her, multifandom author & artist, though fixated on pokémon / pokémon masters EX right now.

come visit the swan princess & her lovers at @dianamour ❤︎

© SELENOPHILC. do NOT steal my artwork or writings to call your own or train AI.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

[thrymartdotcom]

Old ATLA doodles (　ﾟ_ゝﾟ)ﾉ

Featuring some friends' OCs, including @selenophilc and @musings-in-spades + like whoever else I could think of in that moment

[asavt]

I think I can finally make the Cheren and Lear stickers stickers someone requested for the shop 🤔 could make a new Lear one to go with it

[thrymartdotcom]

I might as well make a million Cheren photocards at this rate as I deliriously draw him in random ahh poses

[toxinfly]

hell yeah hogwarts au time

[silverflqmes]

mooore proftorrw.plllease.. gmmfhhngnfndhhhg

✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓.

notes. i offer profttore headcanons while i suffer on this train ride home for not packing extra lead to fill my damn pencil.. the one time i bring the damn portable battery it’s at the price of art supplies; blue pill red pill situation i guess or whatever

tw. semi-public sex, cockwarming, edging, degradation, praise, manipulation, sex toys, dumbification, oral ( dottore receiving ), hickeys, asphyxiation, deepthroating, size kink if you squint, age gap ( not too much but yeah ), possessiveness?

professor!dottore x gn!reader.

prof!dottore that’s being handed papers or having full blown conversations with colleagues while you’re underneath his desk, warming his cock with your mouth. make sure you don’t do anything funny, or it’ll cost you your final grade!

prof!dottore who makes you study by asking you questions while he’s balls deep inside of you, edging you by demanding descriptive and accurate responses.. unless you don’t want to cum?

prof!dottore who gives you after school tutoring but he’s fucking you beyond comprehension; what else does he want you to retain other than him? yet the man still has the audacity to inquire about the material you were supposed to be going over afterwards.

prof!dottore who notices your akademiya robes hugging your figure just a little more than it should, dropping things to bend down and pick them up with this look of innocence that he quickly fucks out of you once the last bell rings and it’s just the two of you in his office that he calls you to.

prof!dottore who watches you stumble into class the next day, inquiring in that pitying voice what kind of ‘after school activities’ you overexerted yourself with despite knowing full well what said activities were and who was responsible for them.

prof!dottore who dual wields praise and degradation in a way that has your insides fluttering like crazy even without his touches or presence.

prof!dottore that hovers over you while you study, articulating whispered concepts in such a backhanded way that has you clenching around absolutely nothing and fighting back every urge to grind against the seat. and when you dare glance up at him as though to question what he meant by what he was saying, he merely stared back as though having spoken about something as mundane as the weather or the gossip from the cafeteria.

prof!dottore that backs you up against the wall while no one is around or looking, capturing your chin in between his leather-clad fingers to pull your collar to the side while he presses a kiss long enough to leave behind a mark only known between the two of you.

prof!dottore who has papers to correct at home, and subjects you to warming his cock because you begged for something.. so he proposed this option until he finishes. but if you get, hm, a little daring — it’s the toy for you and if there’s a setting, it’s the lowest possible one. move again, and you’re getting zip out of him.

prof!dottore who sees you laughing with your fellow alumni, brushing them lightheartedly with the quickest, unnoticeable glance his way to see if he was looking, and orders you sternly to stay behind after class for ‘disrupting’. it was needless to say that you almost stayed home the next day after having your back blown out, were it not for his strict attendance looming so cruelly over your head. “mm, you wouldn’t want to be a bad student by sullying that beautiful record of yours, would you? it’d be so humiliating as well to be unable to answer my questions the following day, too..”

prof!dottore who could either pet your hair so sweetly while you give him head, or pull so cruelly, making sure to leave you gagging on his cock. and if it can’t fit all the way, don’t you worry — he’ll make sure it does.

prof!dottore who has to fight back from bending you over the damn table in the middle of class when you say sir, doctor or professor zandik in a way that shouldn’t be said in front of so many — knowing none of you could do anything until much later.

prof!dottore who plops himself down on your desk while he leans over to explain something, thighs mere centimeters away from brushing your hand — not to mention his ass.

prof!dottore who sends you off to class with a toy he’d made for stuffing you, controlling the pace from underneath his desk with the remote he designed to pair with it. it fluctuates in intensity, but he always brings it back to the slowest pace before you can quite finish or fall apart among your fellow classmates.

prof!dottore who can only hum and smirk to himself when you cry about him being too much or too big, but he just pushes himself deeper into you, purring ever so cruelly into your ear that you were so confident before about taking him, so you could surely live up to that provocation.

prof!dottore who has ruined you for anyone else because who else could fuck you as good as he could?

notes. bless im finally home as im posting this, fuck my stomach hurts so bad uwuueueeu save me doctor please i need this pain to cease

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[asavt]

Something before I get into the first commission

[asavt]

Commissions open! 5 slots for sketch commissions, 2 for clean line art, 2 for fully worked!

NOTE: I won't be taking any commissions with a deadline for the time being! at least until I can get a new tablet.

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[selenophilc]

i want to get into animation so i can draw a scene of Cheren where his hair is caressed by the wind and he looks pretty.

[silverflqmes]

𓍯 ྂ⑅ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 !

notes. yumeship post so if you’re not comfy with that sort of content then feel free to block the tags i have below or just keep scrolling, let me be just a little cringe and self indulgent on main ty💔

art credits. @/starlitcrows on ko-fi!

ྀི ⊹ ʾ ┈┈ “any closer, doctor, and i might just get the wrong impression here. you wouldn’t want to be included in my next publication, would you?”

“am i not generous for providing you with the necessary, how shall i word it.. material, then, my dear? you can thank me by putting what you wrote to the test for me to see.” ┈┈ ʾ ⊹ ྀི

𓏲 ͜ ི dynamics. red & blue ៸៸ historian ༝ scientist ៸៸ humanist ༝ rationalist ៸៸ matches freak ៸៸ ragebaited ༝ ragebaiter ៸៸ tall insufferable bf ༝ short feral gf ៸៸ artist ༝ muse ៸៸ academic rivals to ??? ៸៸ doomed straights probably ៸៸ touch them, you die ៸៸ false god ༝ worshipper ៸៸ easily flustered ༝ flirtatious ៸៸ stars in the sky & her moon ៸៸ patient ༝ doctor ៸៸ dumbasses.

𓏲 ͜ ི dottelliecore. bantering ៸៸ sitting in his lap ៸៸ hugs from behind ៸៸ playing piano together ៸៸ bookstore dates ៸៸ doing each other’s hair ( especially lunattore!! ) ៸៸ lulling her to sleep by reading / yapping ៸៸ making sure he eats ៸៸ taking care of her if she feels ill ៸៸ proofreading each other’s work ៸៸ kissing the top of her head ៸៸ laying her head on his lap ៸៸ stealing & wearing his clothes ៸៸ braiding & placing flowers in his hair ៸៸ sleeping in his lap while he works ៸៸ carrying her to bed after & spooning ៸៸ kissing the back of his hands ៸៸ wrapping her up in his coat ៸៸ cradling his / her cheeks ៸៸ cooking for him ( especially home cooked stuff! ) ៸៸ quality time ៸៸ words of affirmation ៸៸ matching black feather accessories / apparel.

notes. on my hands and knees begging for fine shit to defy destiny and come back bro please dottore PLEASE the kids ( segments ) miss you..

[selenophilc]

Diana doodles tonight 🦢🩵

[silverflqmes]

Hello Queen🧘🏻‍♀️ i was wondering if you could write a nfsw about Dottore being a professor at the akademiya? I am OBSESSED with image of Dottore being yk sassy professor🤤🤤

✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁!

notes. hello anon!! super sorry for the delay, i’ve been trying to unscramble my brain since i finished the sem last week aaa professor!dottie sounds so yum.. thinking bout him got me thinking nonsense..

tw. degradation, praise, slight age gap, use of ‘dear’, oral ( m receiving! ), asphyxiation, doggy style, hair pulling, semi-public sex, humiliation, orgasm denial if you squint, um.. boot riding?

uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..

professor!dottore x afab!reader.

there was a dull ache festering in both your knees and scalp, possibly now at the back of your throat as well with every snap of your professor’s hips. but that was just it — a dull, negligible pain that you couldn’t bother to fixate on; not when warm flesh slotted so perfectly into your mouth, seafoam tresses tickling your nose as it did.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t sure how you’d gotten yourself into this mess. most might call it a last ditch attempt at saving your final grade, extra credit, maybe even your gpa.. but no, not really.

you were just incredibly down bad for your professor.

how couldn’t you be? among shriveled prunes with a foot in a retirement home ( possibly even a grave with how stubborn some of these sages were ), the man you were choking on was a ripened plum. sour-sweet, with plenty of juice left in him to pump you full of his load.

tugging at the roots of your hair, dottore heaved out a blend between a sigh and hiss, unable to quite stop the low chuckle that followed. “what a lovely mouth you had, my dear.. using it so eagerly to answer all of my questions while everyone else cowered in their seats, and look at you now,” he spoke up, delivering a particularly powerful thrust that had tears the shade of the feathers adorning his attire gathering at the corners of your lashes. “stuffed beyond comprehension, subjecting yourself so willingly to carnal desires.. what if someone heard you? your fellow alumni? professors?” he prompted, giving the roots of your hair a taunting tug. “they’d surely whisper among themselves about what a filthy slut their classmate and student is.. but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

nearly feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of his shoe pressed against your clothed, dampened clit, you could do nothing more but moan against him, nodding mindlessly. what could you say anyway? nothing intelligible, at least, and dottore was sure to take another jab at your intellect.

but not saying anything seemed to have the same effect regardless. “oh? what was that, dear? several semesters with me already, and you still don’t know how to use your words?” the seafoam haired male continued, scoffing lightly. “surely you would try harder if this was worth a grade.. an oral exam, if you would.. perhaps that would motivate you more?”

grinding down on his boot, you whined back pathetically against him, digging your manicured nails into his cotton clad thighs. if this were an exam, you’d surely fail — unless he were grading you on the basis of the noises you let out.

which in that case.. you’d pass with flying colors. maybe.

dottore all but tilted his head down at you, chest rising and falling at the vibrations on his dick. he had to give it to you for attempting, it seemed to do the trick well enough, because after four more thrusts, he was emptying himself down your throat.

pale cerulean locks spilled behind him as he threw his head back with a low groan, loosening his hold just enough on your head for you to detach your lips with an echoing pop.

but not before leather tipped fingers were reaching for your chin, forcing your gaze to his burning rubies. a warning. “ah-ah-ah, you wouldn’t want to be expelled and have me fired if the cleaners were stumble upon this mess, would you?” he tutted, wagging his index finger in the way he sometimes did when making a point in class. “swallow, my dear. i don’t want to see a drop wasted, unless you’d prefer to be left high and dry..” he trailed off, slowing the movement against your swollen folds — separated by sullied panties that were under the threat of quite possibly never being removed to feel him inside you.

which would be horrible.

your head shook violently in protest as his pearly seed slid down your oesophagus, lips parting seconds after to show him your tongue. “a-all gone, sir — just as you asked..!”

smiling down at you, he let his thumb brush the bottom of your lip before letting out a satisfied hum. “well done, my dear. it seems your intelligence is still mostly in tact.” he praised, shifting his hand to pet your head gently before rising from his seat, “let’s see how long that holds up.”

part of you wanted to ask what that meant, but the other half that indulged in the type of literature that scenes like these derived from knew well enough what your professor meant.

you followed without much protest, and before you knew it, papers were sliding off the desk along with stray pens and the apple you so courteously brought at the start of your meeting. an offering as much as it was a provocation — now on the floor while your front was meeting the cypress table- imported upon request from fontaine, according to your professor.

following closely behind, dottore lined himself up with your clothed sex, pulling your undergarments to the side as he leaned over until his lips met the shell of your ear. “now, don’t shy away from vocalizing how well i fill you up, my dear.. but be sure to use your inside voice for me, yes?”

notes. might romanticize uni a little more if dottore was there, honestly. if only he was into arts & humanities💔 im not built for stem😔

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[thrymartdotcom]

Quick Cheren doodle... I can never decide if I like thick or thin lineart better

[selenophilc]

finished watching Hadestown the other night and i can't get Epic iii and Wait for Me out of my head. i'm thinking an awful lot rn...

[musings-in-spades]

I almost forgot to post this mermay ends for me in like 1 minute. Go, my jellicent mer lear

Inspired in part by @leggerefiore's jellicent hybrid lear, w some of my own hcs and takes (mainly him being shiny and trans lol. Its Important 2 me)

[selenophilc]

been a while since my regular Cheren doodle.. cheri cheri cheri 🍒🩷

[kieflo]

nuvema quartet but more 2012 fashion that caters specifically to my absurd headcanons