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Bo the Alpaca is joining me in showing off what I just packed up for Anime Boston! I’ll have a swath of fresh prints, and I’ve sewn up a literal little sea of pillowcases~
Also, in addition to having the presence of mind to remember to pack Smut Peddlers, I have a little stack of the doujin anthology Behind The Mask available for the first time! I took a couple of gratuitous shots of the more SFW pages I drew for each anthology, both of which are amazing and contain incredible lists of artists besides just myself, so definitely don’t miss out.
Dr-Kara and I will be at table R-17! She made a post with the map right over here. See you there!
Charlie meets the McPoyle Brothers. S1E2: Charlie Got Molested.
Master Posts: By Episodes, By Characters
IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN ASGARD IS ALWAYS PERFECT BUT IT HAS NEVER BEEN MORE PERFECT THAN THIS.
(via kimmsauce)
I feel like my otakudom has reached a new level for now I own both the dakimakura and the oppai mouse pad of my waifu
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Oh god, they’re even in the same pose…though you KNOW your collector gene is burning in agony at not having the Loki counterpart.
Art by Kyuubikun for Chapter 6 of Soltian’s merman AU The Northern Sea
I just love how Kyuubikun’s art normally has a sense of being surrounded by a fog of color and ligthness… so to actually have stuff be set it the water generally looks very lovely in Kyuu’s style :D
I have no excuse for not reblogging this last night other than the fact that I basically fell like a stone from work right into bed - but oh my god darling Kyuu, these are so magnificently gorgeous and ughgsldks I seriously do not have the words to express my love for your style and your crazy generosity in bestowing such beauty on my eyes ;-; THANK YOU I will continue to stare lovingly at all of these while I work at the pace of a snail (which is better than the pace of a dead snail) on chapter seven <3
Ahhh holy shit Elna that update to his costume and his DEVIOUS little face <3 <3 <3 <3 It is the perfect time in the morning for my heart to be going doki doki over kid Loki.
![No sooner was Thor asleep than he was in motion. Loki drew a deep breath, and re-grasped his mental hold on Thor’s nightmare like a rider pulling tight on the reins of a rowdy horse. Flickers of images slipped past his mind. Shadows, mostly, shadows given the ability to grip, grasp, slice and stab; a face more snake than man, thick hands, and a soft, calm voice. In reality, Thor thrashed against the dank stone floor Loki had given him the sleeping draft on (after all, you don’t want to have nightmares in your own bed), and twisted his own body as if he were helpless and restrained, his thick arms, bound by nothing, pressed tight and shivering against his writhing back.
“Not again,” he groaned, as blood-flecked spittle formed on his lips and began to leak from between his clenched teeth. “No more.”
“It’s a dream, Thor. A nightmare. Gorr is dead. Loki is here. Your brother is here. We’re going to erase this pain from you.”
Thor’s labored breath slowed down a bit, and Loki pulled himself closer, weighed down by the density of Thor’s struggle, and put steady hands on either side of Thor’s head, to keep him at least from grinding his skull into the floor, or breaking his own neck. Rage was distracting him. He should be concentrating on the distress - on drawing it out through Thor’s throat and giving him peace - but every time he tried to look directly at it…
Rage. Blinding, stomach-boiling rage. How dare he. How dare he. He was hearing mostly Thor’s voice, now, both dream and real, weak where it should be strong, whimpering instead of snarling, surrendering over and over again, succumbing to a stranger.
“Enough,” Loki heard him choke out, and took a sharp breath in as he, again, failed to grasp the nightmare, his palms slippery with sweat and only holding tight to the damp golden strands of Thor’s hair. “Gorr…enough…I yield…”
“Gorr is dead, Thor,” Loki hissed, shaking his sleeping, suffering brother with a tightening of his claws. “Gorr is dead. Lie still, you are safe.”
[So the explanation for this is that God of Thunder is really really good but also I’m a bad person who apparently wants Loki to attempt to give Thor exposure therapy to his nightmares but ends up mentally scarring himself with blinding rage more than doing anything productive.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/a3672fe4c0f916a4580b898e913ddf1e/tumblr_mm0m8tIUQY1qff9zuo1_500.jpg)
No sooner was Thor asleep than he was in motion. Loki drew a deep breath, and re-grasped his mental hold on Thor’s nightmare like a rider pulling tight on the reins of a rowdy horse. Flickers of images slipped past his mind. Shadows, mostly, shadows given the ability to grip, grasp, slice and stab; a face more snake than man, thick hands, and a soft, calm voice. In reality, Thor thrashed against the dank stone floor Loki had given him the sleeping draft on (after all, you don’t want to have nightmares in your own bed), and twisted his own body as if he were helpless and restrained, his thick arms, bound by nothing, pressed tight and shivering against his writhing back.
“Not again,” he groaned, as blood-flecked spittle formed on his lips and began to leak from between his clenched teeth. “No more.”
“It’s a dream, Thor. A nightmare. Gorr is dead. Loki is here. Your brother is here. We’re going to erase this pain from you.”
Thor’s labored breath slowed down a bit, and Loki pulled himself closer, weighed down by the density of Thor’s struggle, and put steady hands on either side of Thor’s head, to keep him at least from grinding his skull into the floor, or breaking his own neck. Rage was distracting him. He should be concentrating on the distress - on drawing it out through Thor’s throat and giving him peace - but every time he tried to look directly at it…
Rage. Blinding, stomach-boiling rage. How dare he. How dare he. He was hearing mostly Thor’s voice, now, both dream and real, weak where it should be strong, whimpering instead of snarling, surrendering over and over again, succumbing to a stranger.
“Enough,” Loki heard him choke out, and took a sharp breath in as he, again, failed to grasp the nightmare, his palms slippery with sweat and only holding tight to the damp golden strands of Thor’s hair. “Gorr…enough…I yield…”
“Gorr is dead, Thor,” Loki hissed, shaking his sleeping, suffering brother with a tightening of his claws. “Gorr is dead. Lie still, you are safe.”
[So the explanation for this is that God of Thunder is really really good but also I’m a bad person who apparently wants Loki to attempt to give Thor exposure therapy to his nightmares but ends up mentally scarring himself with blinding rage more than doing anything productive.]
Holy shit I hope that I get to see more art from you, this knocks my breath away…
The first Dark World Loki I posted wasn’t quite slutty enough, so…
Loki, based on the myths where he wears Frigga’s feather cloak and transforms into a bird. Now THAT is wearing your mother’s drapes! Took the hair from the new action figures of Loki they previewed at a toy fair.
Loki did not work with the original document size so I redid Thor’s cloak to match Loki’s new artboard. Apologies for the repost, but I like it better and Thor refuses to be outdone by a glorified peafowl.
Original Thor Description: I can’t leave the idea of Thor’s star crown imagery alone. Here’s the IKEA holiday lights edition (don’t try this at home). Based on photos of the new design for Thor: The Dark World.Loki and Thor © Marvel
This is so beautiful, I was already a huge fan of the Thor but now that it’s a set I cannot. Stop. Staring.
