Can we honestly talk about how amazing this is? As a community, we came together to fund this project not only to the required amount, but one hundred thousand dollars in excess. In less than twenty four hours. If that’s not amazing, I don’t know what is.
Farore, Din, and Nayru (The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, 1998)
This photo set is a formal fuck you to anyone who says wearing vertical stripes is “unflattering” on chubby bunnies
I’m more worried about the furry animal in her armpit
DID SOMEONE SAY JADE HARLEY TALKSPRITE?!?!
I di’ it. I made my first talksprite
i like drawing expressions! but my style is still being a butt and being all inconsistent and stupid and why wont it just do what i want it to
this doesnt even look like i drew it
Mermaid by Sergey Kolesov
Ok, that’s fucking terrifying and cool.
woah I love this interpretation of mermaids. not human sized, but the size of like a blue whale
oh my god i never even considered this. this is bad ass
And another thing to put in my collection of reasons not to go near natural bodies of water.
"In your arms" (Gabriel & Sam Winchester, Supernatural)
so cute and cuddly(omg waist ribbon)
this needs to be a fic
there are not actually words to describe how much I want Kittentits Vantass: Pale Porn Star fic.
Not. Even. Words.
Everyone knows Kittentits Vantass—well, everyone old enough to understand the cultural norm that is the romantic four square. His knack for intimate conciliation with overwhelming charm has earned him a name for himself. There’s not a single troll on Alternia he couldn’t woo with whispersoft succor and featherlight paps.
Yes, the illustrious Vantass has become a renown sensation for his pale allure, a sultry sensual voice for the pining moirail. His exquisite centrefold spreads draw you in with empathetic doe eyes that beg for your trust and outstretched hands that ache to console your deepest distress and wring out the pain.
You find yourself hopelessly taken in by his sweet, disarming countenance, his smile knowing. Oh he knows.
He balances you. He completes you. You would be lost forever without him.
This is wrong. You have a moirail. You shouldn’t be indulging in these infidelious thoughts, shouldn’t be wondering how buttery his voice would sound shushing away your distress or envying those lucky ones that get to share his pile.
You scan the three page sprawl with mounting excitement, drinking in every welcoming curve. You can feel your face heating up but you can’t help yourself; he is simply too divine, so perfect (perfectly unattainable).
Your fingers wistfully trace the page, childishly wishing magic was actually real so you could summon him to you and experience his mollifying energy in person—
"Haha ERIDAN are you looking at pale porn again?” Feferi’s voice is a bucket of ice water dousing your illicit fantasy. You immediately try to stash the magazine but Feferi snatches it out of your (now clammy) grip and coos at the cover.
"Oooooh, can’t blame you. I want a piece of that too."
- Gavin: What the hell?
- Michael: WATCH THE FUCKING LANGUAGE GAVIN