#commissions open!

[lozyrosie]

shiny scorbunny + azumarill kofi request

[mostly-him]

Every time I look at this painting by Vladimir Serov, I can't help but think of Megatron. I just love it! This is exactly how I picture him if he were human. It's pure inspiration! 😍

[chuck-evil]

siri, play "Just Be Competent" by russelbuck

[asavt]

Head in hands, so... turns out trying to support the family with money monthly + looking for a new computer + having your means of working broken is not very stress-free.

So Yeah, I will not be taking fully rendered commissions for the time being, as well as no commissions with deadlines.

If you guys would like to help some other way, I also have KoFi and an ACGGoods shop!

I'll go back to trying to make new stickers now.

[honoratacarnage]

click for better quality!

Here's Rabble for @matchrising on the DTDAY thread! i know it took a bit, but i tried my best while at it ^^ i hope you like it!

tell me what y'all think! commissions open!

[deleteddewewted]

Sweet Liquor

Clyde Perry x Gn! Reader

MDNI

W: Body worship, alcohol was consumed, NSFW, Hickeys and Bruises, Biting, Clyde Perry is very much in love and doesn't know how to say it out loud

Tag: @alien-vampyre

Love and lust were complicated emotions to express. Working for Murkoff has numbed those feelings, made them null and void for most. Perry found it easy to ignore those urges; work consumed his life, and in his field of work, there wasn't much time to flirt or mingle. Instead, he found himself watching others fall for the trap that was basic human instinct. He indulged, but only in vices like drink and nicotine. Lusting over flesh, over women, over men, where not something Perry bothered or entertained since it would only get people hurt.

He might be around to see tomorrow, or he might die that same day. In the end, it wasn't worth it to invest in someone whom Murkoff will tell him to cut off. That was his promise to himself. Didnt matter how many hookers he spoke to for assignments or how many bars he visited to get some intel on a target. No matter how far or how long it took him to complete his tasks, he told himself he would never fall for anyone.

You ruined this for him. He met you at the bar while he was bribing the bartender. You eyed him from the side and sat yourself down a seat away from him, waving another bartender in the process. You nursed your drink, waiting for an opening to speak to him, only for him to address you first.

Your conversation was mellow. Pleaseant even. He indulged your curiosity, and you festered his interests. You were so unique. Unrequitedly yourself and so refreshingly honest. You were like this freedom he never knew he wanted.

You invited him back to your place, liquor on your lips, seduction on your tongue. Your eyes wandered to his face as your hands explored his body. His body felt like it was on fire as you caressed him and kissed his exposed skin. He wasn't eager to have this end, so he let himself indulge.

He bit your neck, made sure to leave his mark on your skin, and sucked on the bite mark to leave a dark bruise. His hands found your own and helped you take of his clothes, his hat being the first thing to go before his shirt and his pants. He helped you undress, but not before leading you to your bed, where he straddled you. You liked playing with hair, pulling at it to guide his mouth to your neck and chest. He loved the way your hands gripped at flesh and caressed his legs. You mentioned his eyes, loving, breathy, soft words that felt like you were begging him to show you more of him.

This carnality, this need of the flesh, ate at him as you took care of him. His gasps and his groans belonged to you and him. This was a sanctuary from his work, from the world. You were his safe haven from Murkoff and their demands. You were everything.

By the time morning came, he was left all alone in your bed, in your home, in your sanctum. You left him a note stating that you had left for work, and that he was welcome to stay. He wondered if he could stay a while longer. It was better than sleeping in his car, better than sleeping in a shitty motel. He dressed himself all while observing the purple bruises that littered his skin.

Perry left his own note behind, hoping you would take what he wrote down into consideration. You were a stranger at a bar. A nobody he just met. But to him, in those hours he shared your heat, your body, your mouth, he felt like he had known you forever.

Murkoff will consume him, it will eat at him, but only you could have him. Heart and soul, it was yours even if it was just for a night.

[ekingston]

“This is going to be a thing now, isn’t it? The two of you ganging up on me?”

—from Treats and Collars on ao3

This is part 2/2 of the artwork the wonderful @makicarn commissioned for @trashpandato’s adorable fic. Thank you, again, it was an absolute joy working with you both!