#haha weeee

[sillystell]

Hey lookit this cool bit of browser based animation software

FrameBoy - Create frame-by-frame animations

I found it via the ol' BlueSky and it's very fun. Just animate something. Even if it's bad. Just do it's because it's fun and silly. Look at my garbage.

I'M AN ANIMATOR FOR A LIVING CAN YOU TELL??? Just enjoy the process :]

[askgart]

go my spinnys

[audaciiaearch]

@somnus-lucis-caelum from x

Apollo isn't entirely sure what he's expecting. A kiss to the cheek could be anything. It didn't have to mean something. Yet when Somnus takes hold of his jaw and keeps him there, Apollo blinks, his face flushing ichor. It takes a lot of trust to know that a god won't smite you where you stand for being so demanding, but Apollo couldn't. Not when he's so utterly fond of Somnus.

Hermes has always teased him about his love for mortals, but he simply can't help himself. There's something so charming about them and their determination, their will to live despite how fragile their lives are. Apollo idly thinks that he never stood a chance, that Somnus had him from the moment he revealed himself to him.

What is he to do now?

"I..." It takes a moment for him to find the words to say, if he could find them at all. How funny, the god of poetry left speechless! They are so utterly close that he feels as if he might die from it. Instead, he reaches and yanks Somnus forward, closing that small gap between them. He kisses him and kisses him and kisses him and--

--And he really is loathe to let him go, but he does, just barely, just enough to speak. He doesn't open his eyes. "Does that answer your question?"

[zarithial]

hey hey hi! i am compiling the art i’ve done of DTAD in this post because i keep losing it :]

art below the cut because oh god

[secondary-colorentimy]

my sonicsona because im silly

[bittykimmy13]

Project: Heart of Gold

Today's progress: 1,211 words

A new trinket short in the works!! Bc it's been too long since I've demolished my psyche ✨

[audaciiaearch]

cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . {judas @crowndinglory for Marcus}

Loud & deafening silence || Accepting

To say that Marcus is surprised to be invited to someone's home for...what do they call it? Shabbat? is an understatement. He is Roman, and Judas is already aware that he's a high ranking official (though that slipping was an accident that Marcus didn't foresee). Hell, he's not even Jewish and doesn't really understand Jewish customs, yet here he is, feeling rather out of place.

Still, he won't say no to a chance at trying to understand the customs here. It's the least he can do, he thinks.

When the door opens, Marcus smiles and dips his head. "What is it you say? Shabbat shalom? I hope I'm not intruding, even though you invited me. If the food I'm smelling tastes half as good, I'll be pleased." He smirks playfully, patting Judas on the shoulder as he steps inside. "You did not have to ask me to come. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

[phantasiiae]

"keep reading, don't let me distract you." Sephiroth to Cloud

@soulsfractured

Sunday funday || Accepting

"How the hell am I supposed to focus with you down there? Fuck--"

If Cloud's being honest, he isn't much of a reader anyways. It isn't important, just some motorcycle magazine that had piqued his interest in the store. He was mostly reading it to try and wind down for bed, but it seems that Sephiroth had other plans in mind. Plans that constitute pulling his boxers off and pressing insistent kisses to the inside of his thighs. How could he possibly concentrate? He already has a hard enough time of it, and with this...

...He doesn't stand a chance, especially not with the feeling of hot breath on his cock, which is already hardening in anticipation. Cloud swallows hard, his head falling back when he's suddenly taken into Sephiroth's mouth. "Shit, babe," he mutters, tossing the magazine to the side and reaching to tangle his hands in Sephiroth's hair. Yeah, there's no chance in hell that he was going to not give him his undivided attention. "Sometimes I think you do things just to--to piss me off."

It's said endearingly, however, his hips rocking up impatiently, wanting more. "Consider me distracted. Keep going."