#have some drafts

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Martin Evershed

Ackley Bridge

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Zuko is just playing hard to get

[sir-heichou-smith]

Lactating!reader w/ Simon "tits man" Riley

Laying down on your bed reading a book before your nightly pump when he comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

You pretend not to notice the cheeky tent he sports as he walks to his side of the bed and flops down next to you.

Your chest is leaky and uncomfortable, so you reach over to the night stand for the cordless pumps you can put in your maternity bra.

He looks like an oversized man baby with the way those big brown eyes stare up at you through thick lashes, almost like he's waiting for you to ask him for help.

As you lean back against the headboard, Simon wordlessly lays down on his side, head cradled in your hands while he helps you bare your chest to him.

He gives your skin chaste kisses and slow, sloppy licks. You feel the shivers like little lightning strikes to your core, and he closes his mouth around a puffy bud and sucks.

You hiss through your teeth, pain and relief and arousal coursing through your veins in an overwhelming cluster of feelings. Your arm cradles the back of his head to keep him there (as if he'd ever move) and your other hand cups his face, stroking up and down a strong, scarred cheek.

You can hear his quiet suckling and occasional swallow, your milk putting him into almost a trance like state. His hips giving aborted thrusts into the air, an (pathetic really) attempt to relieve the pressure from his groin.

The hand stroking his pretty face wanders down his neck and chest, slowly petting back and forth, lower and lower, until you're able to grip his length and give it a gentle squeeze before moving your hand in time with the thrust of his hips.

Simon starts to make noises, muffled slightly into the swell of your breast. As your hand speeds up, his abs flex and his thighs tremble, like he's finding it hard to remain still for you (he thinks he'd die if you stopped).

It's not long before his hips still from fucking into your fist, thick creamy seed spilling from his cock and down your hand/onto his abdomen.

He pulls away from you for a mere minute to flip you on your back and lick your soiled hand clean (the dirty bastard).

Now it's time for the other side as his cock gives a needy twitch between you.

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[nestokaodevojka]

house episode where a new male fellow has the hots for house kinda like cameron did. young and attractive like his fellows usually are. everyone and their mom knows. it gives house endless material for elaborate gay jokes, but he doesn't think the fellow is serious about it. until it's been a while and the fellow doesn't stop. house tells him he's straight, albeit flattered, in his own way. the fellow is genuinely surprised to hear that. this sends house into kind of a crisis about his possible bisexuality. wilson is incredibly interested in house's admirer and when house realizes he does actually like men, wilson is capital J jealous of the fellow. they go out once and make out a bit. wilson starts thinking he's homophobic for being unsupportive of this development, now that there's actually a possibility of house getting with this guy. house is joking when he pesters wilson about being jealous and wanting house to himself and then wilson stupidly does that stupid Oh face and his big brown eyes widen in realization. this is never discussed again

[last-starry-sky]

I see a lot of childhood best friend headcanons for gaz, soap, and ghost, but never price.

I need that old man running into “the girl next door” that he lost touch with ages ago. The one that got away after you both grew up and life got busy. I need him making contact after 10, 15 years. I need him pulling you into a tight, overly familiar hug when you meet up at an out of the way cafe. I need him reminiscing about long summers spent together as kids and teens: riding your bikes all over town, swimming at the community pool, buying ice cream with your pocket change, all while you smile and laugh. Because, honestly, you haven't been this happy in ages.

Stalking your socials didn’t quite scratch the itch for him like it used to. It used to be enough to swipe through your photos and imagine being there. On dates in cute little pubs and parks. Taking you on surprise sunny little holiday getaways. Putting a ring on your finger.

That one hurt. Really fucking hurt. He tried to be happy for you, grimacing as he swiped through picture after picture, one gushing congratulation after another. He really did. You’re almost too beautiful in your wedding pictures; airbrushed and photoshopped to perfection in your white gown as you gaze lovingly at your new husband on the chapel steps. Bastard doesn't know how lucky he is.

Well, was.

So what if a sick part of him twists when suddenly that album is deleted, hubby’s name disappears from your profile, and your relationship status updates to “single”? He lays careful traps, small bits of bait to lead you right where he wants. Then, he waits patiently for the noose to tighten, the cage to clatter down around you. You tell the whole sad tale as he nods, pretending not to know every detail already. How you tried to make it work. About your regrets. Maybe things moved too fast because you pushed for a commitment, you say as you laugh through tears.

Or, he suggests as he lays a heavy hand over yours, maybe he wasn’t right in the head because he’d marry you in a heartbeat. Your laugh then is musical. His heart soars. He let you slip out of his hands once, when he was too young and stupid to know better, but he won’t let that happen again. You let him wax poetic about life and loss. He knows what it really means to have your life on the line, he says, to fight like hell and somehow come out the other side. So, he continues, eyes casually following the swirling dregs at the bottom of his cup with your hand still clasped in his, you'd never have to fight for him. Never.

[emacrow]

The civilization trapped in an ice meteorite.

Superman, after saving the earth from another earth ending bomb, breeze through space, were glowing clouds of gas and dust known as a planetary nebula floated around aimlessly with glowing green dwarf particles as if a solar system was sucked into, but there only lays a sun and 7 planets here before before something caught his eye.

A pusling aimlessly floating ball like metorite full of frozen white ice with green dipped in the bottom in the middle of space. The pulsing glow flickers like a couple of very slow heartbeats.

Superman used his x ray vision to see inside, and what he saw immediately immediately griped the ice and speed flew over through back to the Watchtower which was not far from here.

Superman spoke in the coms of his oxygen mask to the Watchtower.

"Open the space entrance gates, and someone calls in Beatriz Da Costa. I found a floating town trapped in metorite ice with what seems civilians' insides." Superman spoke in the coms as he pushed the metorite carefully toward the watchtower, unaware of the gigantic glowing transparent being with 8 neon green eyes staring at him wrapped around the ice metorite like a Serpent to it's eggs.

[wanologic]

designed to view a world unseen

[gunstellations]

encounter (1/?)

next page

cont. of unfamiliar side

[lockyle-and-skull]

LET ASPECS BE WRONG.

I am so sick of the argument that people on the aromantic/asexual spectrum are ‘too young to know’ or ‘just haven’t found the right person yet.’

Like ?????

Any label, lesbian, bi, trans, anything, has a chance of being found to be inaccurate.

Someone who thought they were a lesbian can later realize they’re actually bi or straight or poly, and people are perfectly fine with them using that label.

AT THIS TIME, the label aro/ace spec speaks to them, so LET THEM HAVE IT. I don’t care if they’re fucking 9, if they know what it means and feel comfortable with the label then they should be able to use it without being accosted.

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Kevin O'Dowd

THE LEVEL

[dunmeshistash]

Ryoko Kui Exhibition & ''Delicious in Dungeon'' Exhibition

"Delicious in Dungeon" Artwork

Cover illustration draft, vol. 1

Since this was the first volume, I tried out a few different drawings and had the editor and designer choose which ones they wanted, then made small adjustments. I personally liked the top-down draft, and the one of the cooking processes (back cover) the best. But looking back, I sincerely think it's good that we didn't go with those. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 2

The format was decided for volume 1. So, volume 2 came together quickly. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 3

I thought it might be cool to make the character Chilchuck darker in the foreground, and the background brighter! But it didn't quite work out the way I had imagined. I think it could have been a bit better. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 4

I remember that the overall shape of volume 4 came together very quickly. The character Senshi's hands didn't fit nicely, so I moved them backwards and to the side. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 5

I thought people might start to think "how many have I bought?" so I wanted to create a slightly different impression with this volume. I decided to put the character right in the center and try putting it together all in blue and green hues. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 6

With the Red Dragon defeated, have we reached the halfway point in the story? With this in mind, I thought of how many volumes were left to go, and the number of characters, and decided to pair up the characters Namari and Shuroiro. In hindsight, it would have been fine to have them on one cover each. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 7

The image is of focus lines converging on the character Izutsumi. This is the kind of cover, with upside down characters, which I've always wanted to try once(?) I submitted it as a trial, thinking that at this point the cover wouldn't dramatically influence sales. However, in the end, we decided it would be better not to have it upside down. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 8

I tried blurring the mushrooms in the foreground, then I accidentally saved over it, and couldn't go back to the original. I remember apologizing that it was probably tacky, when I submitted it. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 9

I don't think snake meat is marbled at all, but if it has an unfamiliar look, people might not recognize it as meat… so I made it look like beef to make it easier to understand. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 10

I thought it might be interesting to have more than one of the main characters on the cover again, so I added the character Falin. I remember it wasn't badly received, but it still ended up just being Thistle on his own. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 11

I wanted this cover to be covered in shiny gold. After I finished it, it didn't have enough color, so I painted the tablecloth green, and it ended up looking like Christmas colors. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 12

Up to this point, the covers have featured one of the main characters holding cooking utensils in the foreground and a monster in the background, but I thought it might be interesting to reverse the format just before the final volume, so I drew this cover with that in mind. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 13

volume 13 was meant to be the final one, but it was too thick to be published as a single volume, so we decided to split it into two. The question of “so, what should I draw next!?" may be at the forefront of volume 13. (Kui)

Cover illustration draft, vol. 14

I had decided that the final cover definitely needed to have everyone eating together on it, but because I was publishing two books at the same time I was pressed for time, and it was difficult to have a cover with so many characters on it. I also submitted a rough for an illustration that didn't need me to draw any crowds, but such obviously easy ideas are never adopted. (Kui)

TV anime "Delicious in Dungeon"

About the ending illustration.

I drew these based on the director's instruction "This kinds of pictures." I hardly ever have the chance to draw color illustrations, so it was a valuable experience for me. (Kui)

[Kui's commentary is from the english pamphlet]

[nuclearanomaly]

Spite Loves...

[steddie-lyfalling]

Steve Harrington knew what he was, he'd known for a little while now, he knew it simply and eloquently. Steve Harrington was, is, always will be, a placeholder.

Placeholder friend, placeholder son, placeholder boyfriend, placeholder brother, placeholder king. He existed for one reason, to be everything for someone, everything they needed. And, for a time, to feel that love and that everything in return. There until someone is more. More than he could ever be, more than needed. Wanted.

Nancy Wheeler had needed him for a while, a charming boyfriend who boosted her social status. She had needed someone to talk to, someone nice to look at, someone loyal with a good easy future ahead of him. But she wanted someone who would talk back, who was booksmart like her, who was interesting as well as interested. So she found that someone and walked away.

Dustin Henderson needed a big brother, some help with the "fairer sex" (Dustin's words), hair care tips and, along with the whole group of young little misfits, someone physically strong, broad and tall to protect them from monsters. Steve can already see this one waining, the wants outweighing the needs, who would want a bitchy older brother when you could have one who connects to your world, who plays your games, someone aloof and nerdy, dark and goofy, smart and funny. Someone better.

Even his parents had needed a child to carry their name and their status, but wanted a freedom he couldn't provide. Wanted a pride they could not find in him.

Robin will be the next to go, that one will hurt the most, she's basically a whole half of his own soul at this point, a full part of him. She's his everything. But college will be a whole new world, one where Steve's quips won't hold weight amongst Robin's new intellectual friends, where Steve's questioning nature about himself and his own sexuality won't hold a candle to the actual queer culture she's sure to find herself diving into. At least she'll call, she's too good, to perfect of a person, she'll stop needing him but she'll know he can't stop wanting her, so she'll call.

The thing is, it's all well and good figuring out your place in the world, how you fit around other people's lives. But it still hurts. It always hurts. It will never not hurt. Because hope, hope is a terrible thing, a thing that covers you in twisted vines until you can't see beyond the beautiful green of it, so when it's brutally stripped away darkness floods your vision and you cannot deny the loss. Hope hides the poison of loneliness, so, when it is pulled away, it's sweetness gone, it highlights the bitter poison left in its wake.

Thankfully, now he knows what to expect, he can prune and manage that hope, keep the green from obscuring his vision, keep the saccharine sweetness from disguising the poison. Leaving only a small tinge of green in the corner of his eye, and the bittersweet taste of liquorice on his lips. Of course the poison still burns his throat and eats away at his vital organs, but now he can see it being administered. Now he can't fall as far backwards.

The Eddie Munson of it all seems to have other ideas. Ever since meeting Eddie, properly meeting Eddie, and knowing Eddie, properly knowing Eddie, all Steve has seen is bright leafy green.

[teehee-vibes]

Hey gang. What if Indie Cross was a Dungeons and Dragons campaign?

[ester-galls]

10 years later* Labru, am I right?