Montydemia Nut

lil guy doing big boy things, pathetic and soggy https://vgen.co/gobelincrafts for art comms

[clavdere]

(white roses)

[clavdere]

(miss him~)

[viceanblue]

A wip to my lionfish fic

The blonde made his way to the cafeterie. It was bustling with students chatting. Freminet scanned the area to find an unoccupied table. Finally he found one. The blonde was making his way to the empty when another person got to it first.

“Oh hey Freminet!” The person called out. Freminet looked at them to find it was a certain brunette he had been crushing on for the past few weeks.

The blonde waved at him. “Hello.”

“Where's Lyney and Lynette? Don't you guys usually go together?” Gaming asked.

“They had something important to do.” Freminet replied.

Gaming looked curious, “So it's just you?”

The blonde nodded.

“Want to sit with me?” Gaming offered the blonde, pulling up a seat for him to sit in.

Freminet blushed. This was it, a chance to get closer to the brunette. “That would be nice.” He accepted his crush’s gracious offer.

[thevoid404]

[viminoo]

i dun fw genshin anymore but i DO fw lionfish shout out to my friend who convinced me to post this doodle page

[crimchys]

boothill's character story that still plagues my mind

[actuallyrea]

If ur reading this then im challenging you personally to draw a character spelling their name with their body

[lvnesart]

anyways, yes I have more nonbinary hsr characters I could've added but,,, I couldn't resist

[tinyeverest]

LionFish Drabble (Surprise Kiss)

He told Father he would be fine sharing a dorm. She mentioned having someone close by would be nice, and friends are always good. It wasn't reasonable for the twins to run across campus, after all.

Freminet agreed, like a liar. It would be easier for everyone if he did so, location wise and financially.

It didn't matter if he knew Father could afford a small apartment outside of campus. It didn't matter if he'd rather sleep in a closet alone than a mansion with a stranger. Father offered,and Freminet didn't object. He even doubled down when Lyney questioned it, his stomach twisting into knots as Lynette said 'if he was sure.' They both finally got their own places, two dorms rooms across from each other. They deserved freedom, not deal with Freminet when he forgot his medication.

He was surprised when he told Father about his roommate. Yip Gaming, major in Dance with his specialty being Wushou Dancing.

Freminet didn't even know a Dance Major was an option at his college, but learned quick as the ball of sunshine he lived with gushed over the programs and classes.

Gaming was... strangely really nice, and easy to talk to. It rarely felt like Freminet could say the wrong thing, the man who slept across from him goofy and lively.

They worked well together in studies for General courses. They both had hobbies and part time jobs tinkering and mail delivery.

Even Gaming's 'secret' cat Man Chai seemed to like him, resting on the warm Pers plush when Freminet got up in the morning. He even feigned ignorance when the RA, Shenhe, came by asking about an unauthorized pet.

He only ever played along like that with Lyney and Lynette when Mr. Pierro came over.

Gaming helped Freminet talk more and participate in class, thumbs up and smiles waiting for him to finish his sentence. Freminet returned the favor by making sure they took their medicine at the same time after breakfast. It surprised him Gaming had similar anti-depressants like him.

Gaming was just... so much of what Freminet wanted to be. He was social and bright, shining like a flame and bringing people close to him. But he had his moments too, of being overwhelmed or tight in the chest.

Each time he saw it, Freminet stopped what he was doing, sitting beside him in silence.Sometimes, he would speak, ask if Gaming needed anything. Other times, Freminet would just lean on his shoulder, feeling okay to just be beside him in the quiet.

It was weird how natural it felt, how he didn't feel the echoing void in his chest as he didn't have anything to say.

Sometimes, he would speak, ask if Gaming needed anything. Other times, Freminet would just lean on his shoulder, feeling okay to just be beside him in the quiet.

It was weird how natural it felt, how he didn't feel the echoing void in his chest as he didn't have anything to say.

"Thank you."

That would be the only thing said as Gaming straightened back up, a small smile back on his face despite puffy eyes and red cheeks.

Freminet wouldn't have it any other way, he thought. This morning, he was up early, making some breakfast. Simple eggs in a nest, and some sausage popping in the pan.He heard the footfall on the wooden floor, Freminet not noticing how he didn't tense at the sound. "Oh man, you already making food?"

Freminet nodded, looking back to Gaming. He was pulling his dual toned hair into a ponytail with dye stained hands. His eyebrow looked red, rubbed from sleeping in his piercing. "It's almost done..."

"Dope! You're the best, Frem!" Gaming smiled, as warm as the sun behind the bendy blinds. He walked up, wrapping Freminet in a hug from behind.

He made a soft laugh, face red. Freminet was still not used to how physically affectionate Gaming was.

The hugs, the fist bumps, the high fives before leaving the dorm room. They made Freminet heat up, mind wandering to doing such things more often. He wouldn't say he was touch starved, Lyney and Lynette were huggers and would involve him in their antics.

It felt... different when Gaming did it.

Freminet opened his mouth, but stopped as he felt something cool on his cheek. Two lips, wet and with a slightly minty feel from the toothpaste Gaming used.

He let out a noise, one he couldn't hear as his heart beat in his ears. He felt Gaming freeze behind him, as if shocked about what happened.

He looked to Gaming, face as red as the dyed underlayer of his hair. Freminet was sure he wasn't much better, face feeling as hot as the skillet still sputtering on the stove.

"... Uh-"

"Woop, look at the time, haha!" Gaming laughed, one he knew was from nervousness, or shame as he stepped back, "We can just forget about that, okay-"

Freminet didn't know how he moved so quick when stunned like that, nor why he placed a firm kiss on Gaming's mouth, knocking their teeth in the excitement.

What he did know, was that despite the sudden surprises... they were welcome ones.

When he pulled back Gaming's eyes were wide, stuttering over a word as he felt embarrassment lock his bones in place. "... Sorry-"

"Why are you sorry?! I just did that, and I don't even know why-" Gaming started tumbling with his words, looking to the floor. "I should have asked, but it just felt-"

"Felt right to do?" Freminet accidentally cut him off, but watched Gaming nod. "It... It did."

Gaming looked back up to him, bashfullness replaced with wonder and whimsy. "... Really?"

"...R-Really." Freminet felt himself smile, a small laugh coming up again, one of shock and joy.

"... Dope."

[tinyeverest]

BillyLighter Drabble

Lighter had a debt to Big Daddy. He said it was his skills, some the Sons of Calydon seemed lacking in. Whether it was strength, the ability to keep getting back up, or being hard for kill, Lighter didn't know.

All he knew was he was keeping a distance. It wasn't for the other members, that's for damn sure. He tried not to be swayed by the charm and optimism of Caesar, or the crazy shit Burnice got up to. Piper was Piper, and Lucy focused on fighting Caesar rather than getting close. Then, there's-

"Where you goin', brother?" Billy stopped as soon as Lighter spoke, not surprised despite the boxer's stealth, uncaring of the box behind him. The cyborg turned around, the sliding metal around his LEDs framing the eyes downward. "Oh, hey Lighter! Thought you were still watching over at Steeltusk."

"The girls were having some fun, thought best I give 'em room." He stared at Billy. He was interesting to Lighter, more tight-lipped than the rest of them. The droid seemed to be an open book, going on about that city drama and Starlight Knights. But anything about the current Red Scarf? Nothing.

The metal man wasn't wearing it, the fabric bundled into his hand, holding it with an emotion Lighter couldn't determine. The action of taking it off, paired with him walking out in the dark, though? He wasn't smart, but he had an idea. "You tell 'em, or are you shit at goodbyes?"

Billy's LEDs glowed brighter at that, voice mods lacking that spark he had. "I did, only Big Daddy knows why." "You gonna keep it that way?" Lighter stepped closer, looking through his tinted lenses. "Wanna fight for it? Loser has to answer." Despite not having a mouth, he could hear Billy smile.

They fought earlier that day, before sundown. Lighter has bested Billy, after sparring and growing close in strength. The victory didn't feel good, not with the idea of the android holding back against him weighing Lighter down like lead. "Mm, I doubt my luck's that good." He stopped in front

of Billy, watching the metal hand hold the scarf to him. "Where you off to?" "Honestly, Lighter, I don't know yet." He sighed, hands slow as they wrapped his Red Scarf, the symbol and reputation of it onto Lighter. "Haven't had the chance to decide for myself before." "You'll come back, right?"

Lighter isn't sure why he asked. It made Billy still, the faintest sound of his fans whirring faster catching his ears on the silent night in Blazewood. "Like I'd just leave everyone behind. I'd be a pretty crummy little bro if I did that." Billy looped the scarf, securing it in place.

‬

Lighter smiled a bit, staring at him intently. He wanted to see the man go, finally in full control of what he wanted to do, wanted to be. His heart stung a bit, he couldn't deny. Lighter wasn't gonna stop him, though, not someone who would still be around. He held out the box he was holding.

"Here, gift for a gift." He cracked a smile as Billy took it, opening it a bit before his LEDs flickered and grew in size. "Woah, woah, woah, for real?!" Billy had excitement back in his voice, pulling out the twin pistols and giving them a look in the moonlight. Lighter nodded. "Yeah, for real."

Billy almost spun around, laughing with joy as he started posing with them, pointing the unloaded guns towards the road. "These are awesome!! Why the gift?" "Well, you lost with your fists today, thought you might be better with another weapon as backup." He joked, watching the yellow LEDs narrow.

"Rude! But-" Billy looked happy in an instant, looking to Lighter. "... Thanks, bro." "No problem." Lighter took a breath, hesitating for only a moment before grabbing Billy by the jacket, and pulling him close. There wasn't a mouth to slot his own with, just a solid piece of metal angled out.

Lighter was sure the point was sent across, seeing glowing lights behind his eyelids. He felt the plate heat up at the contact, segmented hands dropping the guns before settling on Lighter's back, under his jacket. He wondered what Billy felt. Could he sense the wetness from licking his lips?

Could he smell the lemon on his breath? Could he compare this to that Oh~ Sweetie drama? Lighter wasn't no Monica, but he was still a sight for sore and dry eyes. And maybe LEDs too, if Billy's reaction was anything. He pulled back, seeing glowing pink from under the metal plate.

A smile came back to his face, poking a gloved finger onto the golden diamond on Billy's chest. "Go on then. You can give me one when you come back. Hopefully with more power behind ya." Billy was still, as if still processing what happened. "... I've never done that before." "Me neither."

He smiled, squatting down and grabbing the guns off the ground. Lighter held them handle first of Billy, smile not leaving as his chest warmed. "You wanna do it again?" Billy nodded, grabbing the guns. "Of course- first thing I'll do when I come back. Promise." "Looking forward to it, brother."

Lighter watched Billy ride out after that, twin red scarves around his neck making him sweat. He popped another lemon drop, placing it under his tongue as his mouth puckered. He didn't doubt Billy would come back, but now... He had a new goal to work to:

Get stronger, and show how he earned both Red Scarfs.

[birdsofpasssage]

a collection of older alhaithams + kavetham arts

[nagarnia]

🐋✨️🐳

[charonarp]

Original Fallout Characters!

Haiiii I've been holding off on these for almost a month now :D I wanted to draw all of the main characters before showing them

All of the characters (except one) are from my original Fallout story: Radio Signal (available to read on Quotev and Wattpad, will update soon, trust)!

One is a spoiler, and one is a bonus because I love him and he's my son and I cannot wait for him to be in a story I may or may not write (I'd probably play him in a Fallout campaign-)

EDIT: I TRIED TO MAKE THE LAST IMAGE REQUIRE A "Continue Reading" barrier to prevent unwanted views on a character who might have a triggering design element, but I don't think it worked QAQ I APOLOGIZE, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION JUST IN CASE! (Mild gore due to facial scarring on the very LAST image)

Enough rambling, my goobers! First, we have...

Dakota Corr (They/Them)

Their hair isn't exactly how I was intending. It's not actually a pixie cut, but it's long hair pulled up (and held by a clip) with hair draping over the front to mimic a mixie cut.

It's unfortunate I wasn't able to truly showcase that from this angle ^-^;

They're a disabled mechanic with an interesting history with an unknown group, and are very stubborn despite having a disabled leg (i.e. they will do things they're not supposed to do because of their injury).

Fun Fact: They go by They/Them, but they don't actually state their pronouns within the story. Only those they are close to actually know their pronouns.

Eden Campbell (He/Him)

EDEN, MY BOY!

Eden is a member of the Brotherood of Steel. He's haunted by the memories of ghouls, and was given a mission to hunt down a Ghoul Raider known as Carver by the Elder, as a mean to help him find who he truly wants to be.

He's a bit awkward, but he's a sweetheart ^v^ And a skilled sniper-

Grace Puckett & S.C.O.U.T.T. (She/Her) | (He/It)

MY CUTIES PATOOTIES LOOK AT THEM :DDDDDDD

Grace is a 13 year old girl who has just survived her vault being slaughtered by raiders and is now exploring the wasteland for the first time! She's incredibly smart for her age, and is very lucky.

S.C.O.U.T.T., otherwise known as the Security Canine: Original Unit Test Trainer, is a robotic dog that Grace finds and repairs, and becomes her loyal companion!

I'm not good at drawing animals and robots, so drawing a robot dog was a CHALLENGE! I think he came out okay tho :D

Louis "Lou" Hawthorn (He/Him)

The only character NOT in the Radio Signal story!

Ah, Lou, my favorite boy who I struggled to draw for so long. Lou is an NCR Ranger, and is a skilled marksman with a sniper (can you tell I like snipers?)

He travels east from the Mojave Wastes in search of an old friend, as he hasn't heard from them in a long time.

Also, fun fact: he's one of my few smoker characters! I think the total of smoker characters I have is probably 3. I know I at least have two!

This last character, who IS in Radio Signal, is posted last due to the fact that this drawing can be uncomfortable for some.

Content Warning: Mild Gore (Facial Scarring), Ghoul Design

If you DON'T want to look at the last drawing (understandable, do what makes you comfortable), then thank you for reading this thread! Or at least looking at my characters. I love them so much QAQ

Remember to take care, hydrate, and to have day :D

Carver the Ghoul Raider (He/Him)

He is, by far, one of my FAVORITE designs I've ever made. In fact, I didn't even think I'd be able to pull this off!

I was primarily mindlessly drawing lines in a way that made sense (without references, I cannot stand the sight of actual injuries) as I was passively watching RTGame's Fallout Playlist.

I honestly can't stop staring at him sometimes.

Enough rambling, this is Carver! The Raider Ghoul Eden is hunting down! I honestly think their interactions in Radio Signal (once they're written) are going to be the most interesting.

Also, he IS a protagonist! Kinda spoilers, but idc lmao. MY STORY! He starts off as an antagonist, but he does in fact become an ally! This was planned way before I actually drew him sidughdighisd

And I did base off the design more on New Vegas' designs than the newer designs, primarily beacuse I just like their look more? I like the sickly tinted skin coloring with hardly any hair, if at all.

Scenes with him I'm actually the most excited for are his interactions with Grace. As creepy as he may look, what I have planned for them is SO CUTE, I CAN'T-

I have no Fallout friends, please let me ramble-

If you're all the way here, thanks for reading! Or at least checking out Carver's design! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE HIS DESIGN FOR SO LONG BUT GET SELF CONSCIOUS BECAUSE OF THE SCARRING BUT COME ON, HE'S SO COOL

Anyway, that's all for now! Take care! Hydrate!

[tinyeverest]

Dyome, a Yuan-ti of mystical origins...

i cant get over the hatch shading for the darkest shadows its my new favorite thing ;u;

[zwierzodudle]

Contact: zwierz.commissions @ gmail

prices may be higher if the project includes a lot of extra details! will also draw creatures/robots/fursonas.

email or DM if you have any questions :)

signal boosting appreciated ❤

[tinyeverest]

more practice on posing, with an attempt at a background. We'll work on it a bit as we go, but id rather try and fail than not make any progress

[tinyeverest]

Wriolette Nsfw drabble

Wriothesley's cock was sandwiched between the draconic tendrils that peak from his sweetheart's slit. A hand from each of them wrapped around their lengths, barely able to enclose the three cocks between them.

Neuvillette wasn't usually this pent up, starting this in his office, on a Tuesday at 1 o'clock. Wriothesley was not a man to complain, though, not when he gets to spend any moment with Neuvillette. And especially not complaining when he makes the first moves. The ribbed texture on the man's cocks, the faint blue blushing at the tips, it was art.

"Sweetheart," Wriothesley groaned, watching a free and still gloved hand rub and tease their tips, causing his own hips to buck up into that hold.

"Beloved," Neuvillette panted, leaning forward as best he could, desperate for their lips to meet. Wriothesley leaned in too, arms mashed between them as they kissed.

He couldn't help but cum like that, release painting them both as their hands didn't stop. His orgasm was extended as the Iudex switched to a slow, drawn out pace on Wriothesley's flagging cock.

He wrapped his hands around Neuvillette's cocks coated in his spend and the slick the vent they sprung from produced. He kept a quick pace, watching through his own overstimulation as Neuvillette's moans grew in volume. His face was red, neck and pointed ears blushed as he leaned forward. Neuvillette rested his head on Wriothesley's shoulder, panting and fucking into his grip.

"C'mon sweetheart, just a bit more." Wriothesley teased, adoring the hot breath along his skin, the sudden sharp nails in his arms as the Iudex grabbed onto his arms for support.

"Wriothesley-!" Neuvillette moaned before his mouth parted in a silent cry as he orgasmed. Damn, he loved how much Neuvillette came, twin cocks pumping at different rates as he settled down. Wriothesley's hands and shirt were covered, but the most beautiful part was seeing Neuvillette's blissed out face as he pulled up, kissing the Warden deeply.

He kissed back, a smile on he was sure Neuvillette could feel.

"Thank you, beloved," Neuvillette mumbled, face burning with more than arousal now. "I... I don't know what came over me."

"Hey, if you find out what did, tell him thank you." Wriothesley joked back, licking up some of the spend on his fingers.

Neuvillette took a moment to file his words as a joke, giving a small shake of his head as he smiled. "I suppose I'll ask for his information next time."

Wriothesley smiled, watching lavender eyes dart down and focus on the mess between them. "Need me to get a towel for us?"

The Iudex shook his head, taking a step back and kneeling down. "No, that won't be necessary." Wriothesley's eyes widened at that, cock throbbing as Neuvillette's forked tongue lapped over it. Fuck, he wasn't walking out of the office unscathed.

-Fin!-