#pulpy

[tar-4-all]

Eureka!

Talk about a brain blast! New character AND area concepts. Expect things to get... pulpy.

[doctorgrambo]

She got hungry

[a-wonderful-christmastime]

Fresh Mango Juice Pulpy Mango Juice

[nosnexus]

I can finally show the last of my commission pieces!

I got to do this amazing poster for a client to give as a Christmas gift, and it turned out so freaking cool printed out.

[sluttypatrickstar]

[leona-florianova]

Upgraded Ed-E

a commission for theredbaron56

[yaekiss]

(￣^￣)ゞ yes, qi! assorted characters from degrees of lewdity, genshin, and honkai: star rail　+　bonus!

clingy yandere zombies.

death will not be enough to pull them away from you. cold lips pout when you focus on thinking of other survivors, and what vocal chords remain are to talk your ear off and remind you just how much they love you　<3

kaveh:　he doesn't have to worry about deadlines anymore, at last. there is some peace in this new 'life' of his, wrapped around your finger forevermore and following behind you like a puppy. he stays by your side, watching over your sleeping form or staying alert while talking your ear off as he watches for other threats to this oddly domestic life. he can relax without thinking of small budgets or alhaitham's bickering: any empty notebooks are his new sketchbooks for diagrams as he dreams and draws up this building and that, your future home, what he imagines you would have decorated the home like.

jordan:　it's a miracle from the heavens! they declare. it's such a wonderful thing that they can stay with you even after they should be dead. are they dead? are they alive? does it matter? you've always been the only mortal light in their world, and that does not change now as they pray for your safety before any step out of the makeshift home you made of the temple. they're as beautiful as ever, still so pristine even in death as they walk at your side and try to help who they can.

sunday:　considering how he looks at welt the same way a teen at the doctor's looks at their parent, he's clinging by your side every step of the way after death. it's born of fear, at first, the cold indifference of death claimed his mind in a way that only terrified him, but your side is a respite he wants to stay in forever. he will never leave you unless it's to protect you, will never betray nor harm you. his wings flutter when he realizes he can still stay with you, and don't you dare see him as a monster, not with how he crawls at your feet and worships you like one would a god (you may as well be his)

"normal" yandere zombies.

childe:　hey girlie, you didn't think he wouldn't find a way to challenge death, too? you're sure that, had he died before the whole zombie apocalypse bit, he would have crawled out of the grave and to your doorstep on his own now that he had an excuse. all that changes is how he now proudly proclaims that he has died for you; no one else could be this loyal to you! he's still scaring off (read: eliminating) any potential suitors (read: anyone with a pulse and any other of the sentient undead), so you're always safe with him, he promises

dan heng:　he probably predicted this happening. considering his whole rebirth/lives/identities bit, i don't think he's entirely surprised to wake up with you above him to explain that, incredibly, he's now a zombie. he files away any new sensations he has as an undead, but otherwise, he's quite alright and just the same as before. he loves you the same, maybe more, now that he can continue in this new version of life with you, makes any notes needed and already had hypotheticals and maps planned out in the event of a similar apocalypse, so neither of you find much want for anything aside from new shows.

kaeya:　though this isn't what he meant when he declared, time and time again, that he'd die for you in his pillow talk promises and drunken makeouts, but he's glad he can make sure no one can take you from him. he's twirling his hair around his finger as he purrs out another way he loves you when he watches you reload a weapon to protect him. he's still your princess, and while he could dirty his blade with the gore of the mindless zombies, he just adores watching you protect him.

ritz:　oh, oh no, he doesn't want to be in a crowd! being a zombie doesn't panic him as much as being in crowds still does. it's not the meetcute he always dreamed of, but your calming touch as you help calm down the sentient and undead ball of nerdy anxiety has him fall for you instantly. granted, he is no real help apart from bug knowledge, trivia, and what flora and fauna related to bugs, but he's too cute to leave alone. a kiss is always a quick and sweet way to shut him up, though... and another, and another...

protective yandere zombies.

your sword and shield in life and death. nothing will stop them from fighting other zombies, and even survivors, if it means your safety. your life is above what remains of theirs. after all, you are their world; they will protect that at all costs.

mydei:　becoming a zombie doesn't change him one bit, not really. he's always been resilient in the face of death, and at your side, that fact remains true. when those arms aren't wrapped around you in hugs, he's keeping those muscles working with exercise or fighting off the hordes that dare intrude upon his territory and your shared home. he's never a danger to you, never has been and never will be.

sydney the fallen:　what do you expect? he's your bitch, it doesn't matter that he's a zombie now. and what's hotter than knowing he literally died for you and nothing can keep him from you? he does not hesitate to bash in someone's head on your command or to protect you. he loves everything about you and this situation, and with everything going on, church vows aren't thought of or even in the question he fucks himself on your cock in public. mindless zombies don't have a concept of taboo and can't judge. he'll still skewer them all if they approach you.

whitney:　when not beating you up, he's beating up others. toxic little fuck is not letting you go, even in death. you're sure he only died and came back out of sheer spite. his love is more twisted than the fact you're fucking what's practically a corpse. he's lucky he's too fuckable and it's too rewarding to have him shut up with your cock down his throat.

stalker yandere zombies.

blade:　he's always watched you from the sidelines. through your window at night, from the back of the class he only signed up for so he may be with you... well, death knew better than to take him from you for long. he takes advantage of any kind he now has, following you to any ends of this doomed earth so he may watch and be with you once more. he is merciless to his own kind, sword indiscriminately cutting down the living and the undead to make his way to you.

kylar:　duh.

FIRE EMOJI!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I thought I lost this post forever and I never ran to check my Tumblr on mobile so fast in my life.

Do you think rigor mortis sets in for zombies? Do you think they'd be oh so glad to leech off of your body warmth? That they'd do anything to feel your pulse continue to beat as long as they're standing by your side?

[fawntastic]

Hey guys the new goosebumps looks a lil weird (yes I plan to do all the side stories)

(Hypothetical back cover under the cut ft Dulcie)

[parisoonic]

[magpie-trove]

What Star Wars did with classic literature, Skeleton Crew did with Children’s literature

[bookhouseboy1980-blog]

Total Recall (watchalong)

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@totalrecall88 @scifi-fantasy-horror @movies-quotes.

[ultraviolet-ink]

Day 5: Court/Investigations featuring Shi-Long Lang/De Killer!!

Shoutout to the Van Scene(tm) in Deadpool & Wolverine, best Yaoi <3

[bloodbrown]

P going from stiff and cold at low-humanity to soft and warm at high-humanity is my favorite headcanon ever.

When you first kiss him, he's totally unmoving. The synthetic skin of his cheek is cold, offering a strange, firm resistance against your lips. His springs are reacting, and things are happening deep within his heart that he doesn't fully understand. But he can't express or display that to you because he is only a simple puppet.

Kiss him again, with his flowing long locks tickling your face as you lean in. You notice his slight breaths and a bit of give to his cheek as you cup it gently. The Ergo coursing through him is responding with some new foreign yearning. All of these things are seemingly impossible for a puppet, and yet you catch a glimmer of sincere tenderness in his glassy blue eyes.

Wrap your arms around him as you reunite when he returns from the Isle of Alchemists. Push the strands of silky silver hair from his face. You notice when you do that there's inexplicable heat that radiates from his cheeks and lips. When you join your lips with his in an emotional kiss, he suddenly returns your hug. As you're gently shoved against his chest, you're enveloped by his soothing, soft warmth, and you can hear a quiet beating in his very core.

...It's like going from smooching on a sad plank of wood to having your own personal space heater that gives you neck rubs.

[toseesoclearly]

Do you know where your children are?: '80s moral panics, DnD, and "think of the children"

(cw for suicide and homophobia)

I was doing some completely unrelated-to-ST reading of Lyta Gold’s Dangerous Fictions: The Fear of Fantasy and the Invention of Reality (a really good book looking at the current wave of book bans and cultural anxieties about fiction and especially fiction’s impact on young people in their larger histories, recommend it completely outside this particular nugget it contained). The book happened to contain some info about how DnD got folded into the ‘80s Satanic Panic that I didn’t know:

“Before…the 1990s, the moral panic du jour centered around tabletop role-playing games, especially Dungeons and Dragons. These games allowed for imaginative play that lay outside the usual boundaries of 'reader’ and 'writer’: they let stories unfold that, by definition, couldn’t be read or monitored by parents in advance. Within the rules of the game, kids could invent anything they liked: they could experiment with identity, playing as characters whose gender didn’t match their own; they could fantasize about the strength and power they lacked in real life. The anxiety about fantasy role-playing games spiked right around the troubled turn of the 1980s, and was quickly folded into the larger 'Satanic Panic’ of the era. Many Christian parents were concerned that art that made reference to the demonic–such as heavy metal music, children’s fantasy novels, or Dungeons and Dragons–might be literally demonic, and that spells cast inside the realm of the game could actually raise hell in real life. But concerns about the immersive power of Dungeons and Dragons and other fantasy games began elsewhere, outside the specific frame of Christianity and demonic entities; the nerve it touched was nationwide. The whole country was gripped in the late 1980s by 'stranger danger’: a fear, like something out of a fairy tale, that children might get lost, or stolen away.

In one notable 1979 case, a student at Michigan State University vanished into thin air. James Dallas Egbert III, a sixteen-year-old prodigy, was brilliant, socially awkward, and struggling. According to most accounts, he snuck into the university steam tunnels to commit suicide; when the attempt failed, he hid out at a friend’s place while the frantic search for him continued. His family brought in a private investigator named William Dear, who decided that the true culprit must be Dungeons and Dragons…Dear claimed the teenager had been playing a live-action version of the game in the steam tunnels…Egbert in fact resurfaced a month later, in Louisiana, but the urban legend lingered…”

According to Dear’s account, Egbert was struggling with coming to terms with his sexual identity, social issues on campus due to his age, drug addiction, and extreme parental pressure to excel in school. And while he was found in 1979, he ultimately died of suicide not too long later, in 1980. 

Interestingly, DnD might have taken hold in the dominant narrative of the case because it was the only detail that Dear was willing to share with the press while his investigation was ongoing. He kept mum on Egbert's involvement with the gay community at MSU and his struggles with substance abuse because he didn't want to alienate potential sources or allies.

Obviously the tunnels here evoke some ST imagery, but I’m hesitant to draw too many direct parallels between Will and Egbert. His story was ultimately very sad - and, because of how sensationalized it was at the time, it remains hard to know what was true.

Plus, if this specific case was consciously on the Duffers’ minds, it seems likely Mazes and Monsters, the 1982 made-for-TV movie roughly based on the case (though very fictionalized), would have been on the ST4 Video Store Friday whiteboard. ST4 is thee Satanic Panic season, after all, and Mazes and Monsters is an extremely weird cultural curio as both full-on anti-DnD propaganda aired on broadcast television and a very early Tom Hanks’ on-screen credit. 

But I think that’s beside the point - I’m not bringing this up to look for possible hints about what’s coming for Will or any other character specifically in ST5, but to point out how baked-in Will’s specific “outsiderness” is to the show’s entire thematic arc about the ‘80s United States. What’s interesting to me is how this shows how interrelated that era’s anxieties over kids and their “safety” was with homophobia. Even in this instance, when it looked on the surface to be about nerd stuff.

From Gold again: 

“[Anti-DnD] organizations claimed that role-playing games were satanic partly because they needed an external reason…for the unhappiness and anxiety that they saw in young people growing up in the 1980s. They needed to believe that their children’s anxiety and discomfort–especially discomfort with repressive sex norms and the pressures of capitalist competition–could only be the result of an evil force that came from the outside.”

More than any other character in Stranger Things, Will is our stand-in for the kid that middle class Reaganite parents are afraid their own children could become: he is being raised by a single working class mother, is “sensitive” and has unfamiliar, nerdy interests, and does a tidy speed run of the imagined dangers they think are coming for their kids (sudden random disappearance, "satanic" possession, gay thoughts). (/j on including that last one there. couldn’t resist.)

This is why the Duffers believe Will’s ST5 “emotional arc” is what will “tie the whole series together.” His self acceptance is the ultimate rejection of the idea that these things make him wrong - and therefore the ultimate rejection of the “forced conformity” of the ‘80s which, as we know, is what's truly killing the kids. 

[onaperduamedee]

Every time I get the remnant of a seed of an urge to maybe reblog WoT stuff, I get swept with such a profound feeling of betrayal and isolation that I just give up again

It's like, tainted

[yaekiss]

since your normal requests are still open （＾ω＾） i absolutely NEED to go next door to my darling kaeya!!! he can’t just be so devoted and adoringly obsessive without being rewarded! after that little show of a picture he sent, can’t quite be satisfied until i ravage him the way we know he wants </3

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, no gendered terms for reader, Kaeya calls you "my heart", unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Kaeya, unhealthy attachment from reader, stalking (from Kaeya), mentions of biting and marking (Kaeya receiving), handjob (Kaeya receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is a (long overdue) sequel to this love letter from a previous event (now closed!) Sigh I really meant to finish this a lot earlier, first it was supposed to be your birthday present then when that date passed by, a v-day gift of sorts,,,,, But it's here now!! Hope it's kind of what you were looking to read @pulpbeing !

The whole walk over to the next room, regardless of how short it was, you were barely cognizant. It was hard to be, when mere minutes ago, it was revealed to you that your lover was some sort of obsessive stalker. (Yet, why does your heart still hammer so hard in your chest?)

Each step draws you closer and closer to Kaeya, and before you even register it, you’ve reached the door to his room. It's the very last one in the hallway. The room opposite his is vacant.

Your blood thrums under the skin of your fingers as you reach out to the smooth cold handle on the door, as if the mere act of crossing that threshold could shatter everything at once.

And to your surprise, the door swings open without any resistance.

The second your foot pads onto the carpet of his room and the door locks behind you, the atmosphere turns electric as a singular starry eye bores into you from where Kaeya is lounging on the bed.

And there he is. Draped in the same lacy white lingerie in the scandalous photograph he sent to you. As if the sight in the picture wasn’t stunning enough already, the sight of your lover before you outright steals the breath from your lungs. 

Adorned in naught by the gauzy fabric, you drag your gaze down from his face, to the crimson-stained trail left from that trickle of wine from his lips. The sheerness of the lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination with the way it snugly hugs his figure. The curve of his chest, his slender yet toned physique, stark white garter belt against the flesh of his thighs.

It's all ridiculously tantalising to you. And he knows it.

“No need to just stand by my door, my heart. You can do more than just gawk at me, you know?” Kaeya all but purrs out to you from where he’s seated, his one eye squinting as he grins.

Somehow, your body has already betrayed your warring thoughts within because when you next blink, you’ve crossed over to the bed, the mattress dipping as you take your seat beside him. His grin grows more blinding at this and he squeezes in closer to you, until your thighs are touching. 

“So the cat’s out of the bag, and now you know I’ve been tailing after you in Fontaine like some lovesick dog off a leash,” he sighs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just admit to stalking you.

He fixes you with a gaze, “How exactly does it make you feel?”

“Is it fear?”

The silence grows when you don’t respond, as if you know in a deep twisted part of your mind, that despite this, Kaeya would never harm a single hair on your head.

“Or is it desire?”

And it’s at this, that your heart thumps. 

The kiss is messy, more tongue and spit than anything else but you can’t be bothered when you’re busy removing the lingerie still on him. He melts into you as your hands wind around his frame, unravelling and undressing him from the flimsy layers of white lace that dare to separate him from you. When you watch the pure white tumble from him, perhaps he’s not the only one whose desires drive them wild.

A breathy moan leaves him as you leave bite mark after bite mark across the expanse of his neck. The feeling of your teeth pressed against his skin, the pressure and force behind it threatening to break past the surface. You’re kind enough to grant him one last hickey prior to pulling back and briefly admiring your handiwork.

Hands trailing down his side, you graze your fingertips over his hips before you settle a palm against his length. Just before he can roll himself up to rut against your hand, your other hand grips the side of his hip, stilling him as a protesting noise slips past his lips.

“You’ll move when I say you can. You can do that for me, yes?” 

Docile, he nods and simply watches on as your hand wraps itself around him. You can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s holding himself back, resisting the urge to fuck into your hand. Aided by the precum drooling from his tip, you glide your hand slowly up and down, marvelling at the way his breath hitches and eyes screw shut whenever you twist your grip exactly where you know he likes it.

It doesn’t take long before you can tell he’s reaching his limit. His breathing grows clipped and ragged and his groans and whines become increasingly needy. Every time his hips jerk involuntarily, your hand stills, prompting him to plead pitifully for you to continue. He makes quite the sorry sight before you, and your heart twinges with the need to watch him come undone.

Deciding you’ve toyed with him enough for now, you lean in, whispering, “Go on, let me see how you reward yourself.”

His pulse jackrabbits as you lave your tongue along his jugular, panting out broken “thank you”s at your generosity while he frantically chases his release, rutting into your hand. A quick twist and he’s spilling over, crumpling in on himself as he moans unabashedly at the pleasure you’ve shown to him. He has his chin hooking over your shoulder and arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug whilst riding out his high, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

Suddenly, your world tilts when Kaeya pulls you down onto the bed, you lie atop him, trapped in his embrace.

And coy as he is, he slithers next to your ear and whispers breathlessly, “It’s alright, you can have your way with me,” you can feel his heart pound from beneath you, your pulse matching his.

“There’s no one next door anyways.”

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