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[ohimsummer]

spanking puppy!satoru cuz vibrators are not cheap!!

puppyboy! satoru squirms and whines in your lap, where his ass sits nice and bare—covered in angry red handprints.

he yelps again as you land another smack to his behind, head turning slightly but you notice he doesn’t dare use those puppy-dog eyes on you.

“this hurts.”, he huffs.

“he doesn’t seem to mind.”, you fire back, wrapping a hand around satoru’s length twitching and leaking against your bare thigh. “you like the pain, apparently.”

“no i don’t–ow!”

he whimpers again at the next harsh slap to his bare ass. “enough, i’ve learned my lesson! what’s so special about that stupid vibrator, anyway?”

“you liar, you haven’t even apologized yet.” you gently squeeze satoru’s ass, rubbing over the marks to soothe the burn and his tail gives a small wag. “and that stupid vibrator was $80, dummy.”

“sorry.”, satoru spouts off automatically, a woeful and pathetic and insincere apology. “can we go cuddle now–owie!”

“i want a real apology, satoru!”, you scold him. “that vibrator wasn’t cheap, i’m out almost $100 now!”

“that’s what you get for trying to replace me.”, he finally turns to you, pouty and frustrated. “how dare you, when i’m right here?”

he’s ridiculous. “god forbid i want a quick orgasm when i don’t feel like fucking.”

satoru turns away with a haughty huff, arms folded across his chest and he gives his tail an impatient flick. “that thing can’t compete with me, it can’t even fill you up properly like i can.”

“it’s not for filling me u–“

“and anyway, we don’t have to fuck all the time, you could just sit on my face.”

that’s not the point, you wanna argue. your mouth opens and then quickly shuts. you can already tell you won’t get anywhere with him. satoru’s eyes follow your hand as it raises again, and he gives a pleading whine.

“hey, wait–ow!”

[sopuu]

hiii um silly question ! how do you draw heads? like the shapes you use and stuff :3

not silly at all dw!! so i start with the classic circle and then think of the head in sections, kinda like this

and afterwards i just vary the proportions of that to get different types of heads, while also thinking of what the general vibe/shapes i want to go for- whether it's more curves, sharper structure, flatter head overall etc. depending on what the character is like.

for heads with similar sizes/shapes i still try to maintain some variety in facial structure. for example two characters can be generally made of curves but one has more pronounced cheeks or sharper edges. the differences are probably more noticeable in profile view especially with the nose shape so thinking of that first before moving on to the 3/4 view might help with visualisation

and i think that's kinda it really! hope this helps :D

[rox-of-iu]

weary sigh

also just so if anyones wondering i may not have drawn him in a hot minute but hes still rent free in my brain dont be fooled

[doodl-eo]

happy pride month

[bugtoast]

So i was looking around tumblr, and i found @squidflavoredsoup 's posts and like??? y'all i didn't know i wasn't alone in having this weird triangular guy in my house!!

seriously though, what is he even doing here???? how'd he even get inside???? where did he come from, cotton-eye joe???

[lavenoon]

Climbing courses and falling a bunch is not a good combination with "bruises easily", sorry Eclipse. But apparently I bite super hard! :D

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she) *Bloodstain Fool by @naffeclipse, og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[jackals-ships]

There is still an edge of instinctive fear as Odahviing looks upon the new form of his charge. Yet it lessens as he watches them awkwardly shuffle, legs shaking newborn fawn like before they simply flop with a loud whuff.

It's hard to feel any fear when they preen at the act of sitting.

jackal voice i am getting Such a good grade at being a dragon, which is normal to want and possible to achieve

tag list; @faerie-circle-ships @goldenworldsabound @one-winged-dreams @multyshipping @derelictdumbass @dearhartselfships @hoppinkiss @sunstar-of-the-north

[ohimsummer]

teen! satoru doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong.

his books go smashing into the floor, papers and notes and homework scattering all over the place. before satoru can even make a move to bend down and grab them, he’s shoved backwards into one of his attackers—a blonde boy about three inches short of his own height. the other kid, the stockier one with brown hair, stomps on satoru’s binder as he approaches, breaking it under his feet .

“aw, man!”, he mocks satoru and makes a gesture like he’s wiping tears from his eyes. “looks like i broke it. my bad.” and then raises his foot to completely flatten the notebook under his shoe. “whoops.”

satoru makes another effortto grab his belongings, but the blonde at his back grabs the neck of his shirt, yanking him off balance until satoru is tripping and scrambling to stay upright.

“stop!”, he tries to command, but his anger is overshadowed by fear and anxiety.

“stop!”, both bullies mimic him in high-pitched voices before laughing at satoru's utter helplessness. the heavyset bully sneers at him. “imagine if your little friends saw how pathetic you looked right now. they would never speak to you again.”

and with his muddled mind, even though satoru is on the verge of tears, he can connect the dots. these guys are obviously jealous of his new friendships. for what, though, he has no clue, but it still frustrates satoru, nonetheless. some of the first companions he’s had since elementary and, what, these guys jealous because he’s not stuck being an easy punching bag anymore or something?

“hey!”, the mean-spirited brunet grabs a fistful of white hair and satoru cries out, face twisted in pain. “what, does it hurt? you gonna cry, loser?”

he doesn’t want to, but satoru can feel the tears about to fall. between the discomfort, the treatment, the incoming migraine from the stress, and, admittedly, the reality of their earlier words, it's almost impossible not to let a few slip. you guys probably would think he looked completely pathetic right now.

satoru squints his eyes open just in time to see the brown-haired bully in front of him raise a fist. instinctively, he goes to shield his face from the incoming assault, but his other captive isn’t having it, grabbing him by the arms to wreste them behind his back. all satoru can do is wrench his eyes shut and tense, waiting to feel the pain of the hit coming his way. but it never comes.

there’s a loud grunt and a sound of scuffling, but satoru doesn’t open his eyes unit he hears familiar voices: it's you and suguru.

the scene before him is something he’s never seen before outside of movies. suguru has the bigger bully pinned to the floor, with one hand twisted tight in the collar of his shirt and the other landing another brutish punch to the bully's now-bloodied face.

the hairs on satoru’s neck begin to rise, but it's not out of fear. he hears a familiar electric crackle, and the arms holding him back are a lot less secure around him.

“wh–what the fuck..!”, the blonde boy stutters behind him. “you–you can’t have that!”

shoko waves the pink stun-gun a little closer to the second bully. “so? what are you gonna do, tell on me?” she toys with a button and blue bolts of lightning hiss. “should i make sure you don’t make it to the principal’s office?”

the boy’s grip loosens even more, and you yank your nerdy best friend away, shoving the bully’s head into the wall behind him as hard as you can. he groans in pain, clutching the back of his skull and barely turns to glare at you before shoko pokes the weapon at him again. he flinches and stumbles backwards…right into suguru’s bloodied fists.

satoru pauses by the door. he’s never ever been in this corner of the school before, never had a reason to. he glances at the words above the doorframe: detention.

peeping in through the window, he spots his friends—you, suguru, and shoko—and also those brutal bullies who attacked him a week ago. they sit far on the opposite side of the room, putting as much distance between them and you three as possible. suguru’s hands are wrapped in gauze, but it's nothing compared to the bandages decorating the other two boys in the room.

as if sensing his presence, you glance up at the door, and your bored frown turns to a wide grin on your lips. shoko and suguru follow your gaze, and return the wave satoru gives them. he mouths a few words at your group—study hall—which you three nod at before he disappears back to where he came.

he’s not allowed in the detention room, and he could definitely be at home playing digimon or doing something else enjoyable. but he has to organize his re-written notes in a new binder, anyway. might as well wait for his best friends to get out of ‘jail’ while he does it.

[scary-monsters]

i can't really explain why but, in my head, wolf alice is so tied with HP that i can't listen to any of their songs without thinking of HP.. not really any song in particular, just the general vibe meshes so well with their character imo. it's the same sort of situation i have with diego and arctic monkeys, there's no specific song that i'm like "yes this AM song is sooooo diego", they're just tied together for some reason

[nathaniel-donovan]

Call for: @malcohen

Nate: "Hey Mal, you busy? Got a favor to ask."

[saviorpilled]

on a more lighter note i went to walmart earlier n all i can think abt now is au hetch + rbgtrio all trying to grocery shop for them and the rest of the main group it would be chaotic as fuck

hetch would have a list of what they want/need and is very set on only buying whats on their list, charlie just grabs anything and everything and is also probably riding in the cart, sneegs pushing him and probably running into other shoppers, and ranboo is just overwhelmed but trying to help

they all get separated at some point and it makes things worse

it would be chaotic as fuck but ultimately a fun time probably

[ramyeonguksu]

What is something you try to avoid - or think everyone should try to avoid - when portraying sex and/or relationships with their characters?

Oh god uhh this will sound controversial and I'm probably gonna get flack for it LMAO

Well for me personally when it comes to relationships that are OC x NPC/yume and stuff I personally would rather avoid arranged marriage/childhood friends? The former I dislike because I personally think arranged marriages are overromanticized and I have a friend who had to deal with stuff of that caliber and she's been through a lot as a result. Both of them however I feel like it's just a cop out for people to easily have their OC shipped with their favorite character as well or have them easily integrate their OC into the NPC's existing lore.

I will say I am somewhat guilty of the latter with Hillevi with Ferdinand for my FE3H OC stuff. Even if they aren't "friends" because of how Hillevi was before the academy compared to the events of the game they still experienced moments of their childhood together so to some people it could be experienced as childhood friends. They aren't my main ship though so I just pretend it's not there FHJDKS

This is definitely not meant to be a slight to anyone because at the end of the day it's just people having fun and living their dreams through their blorbos but for me personally I enjoy ships more when there's angst and development that stems from conflict from between two characters just trying to learn about the other.

[lavenoon]

He finds himself reaching for a different kind of flame, nowadays

hey hey @naffeclipse, would you like some bloodstain fool in this trying time?

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic

also bonus Eclipse-less version under the cut

[scrimbum]

them finally putting herald of darkness on spotify is a blessing (for meee)

[libraryofgage]

Prompt 31 of this OTP prompt list! I've got ideas for quite a few of them, but if there's one you're particularly eager to see, just lemme know ^_^ I wanna try to write a little Steddie everyday, whether that's a ficlet here or working on the Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins WIP lol

Prompt: “Why’d you— why’d you do that?” “B-Because I promised you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” 

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When Steve had realized they were really going after Vecna this time, about to walk into his lair and fuck him up, he'd made a promise to himself. He was going to do everything in his power to keep everyone safe, especially Eddie and Dustin, especially when their final plan made those two the demobat distraction.

Steve has also learned over his past few Upside Down adventures to trust his gut. Going through some life-threatening scenarios tends to strengthen his intuition for danger and general Bad Events. So, when he's following Nancy and Robin to the Creel house and feels a horrible stirring in his stomach (something beyond anxiety and fear and stale bread sitting wrong), he stops.

"I'm going back," he says.

"What?" Nancy asks, spinning on her heel.

Robin, meanwhile, meets his gaze. A silent conversation passes between them through looks and half-gestures and a singular grunt from Robin at the end. Their entire conversation can be boiled down to, simply, "I've got a bad feeling."

Interestingly, going through Russian torture together makes people trust each other's bad feelings.

"Okay," Robin says, nodding once before looking at Nancy. "It's not like we need him anyway. I think we're pretty kick-ass on our own."

"But the plan," Nancy protests, her brows furrowing as Steve realizes she's more upset over the change in plan than she is his leaving them.

Steve places a hand on her shoulder, smiles reassuringly, and says, "Don't worry, Nance. You'll kick Creel's ass, I'll make sure Thing One and Thing Two don't get themselves killed, and we'll all go out for pizza when this is over."

Nancy stares at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Okay. Don't die."

"Wasn't planning on it."

Steve can see the trailer before he gets to it, and he can see the demobats creating a fucked up storm cloud as they stream off in one direction, and he can't hear any of the music that should be playing. The demobats seem determined to reach something that's running away, and Steve gets a sinking feeling in his chest.

He knows it isn't Dustin. Eddie wouldn't let Dustin put himself in danger like that unless it was over his dead body, and there's no way Dustin would let Eddie die unless he happened to be out of sight. Which it seems he is now, and Steve knows things must have Gone Bad to get to this point.

Steve shoots across the Upside Down, racing to reach the demobat swarm. Their screeching fills his ears, echoing and bouncing around his head as he gets closer, and he can start to hear Eddie screaming, too. The words are muffled and covered by the demobats, but he has no doubt Eddie is calling them some insulting name and embracing his Ozzie Moment.

When he's a few feet away from the edge of the swarm, Steve starts swinging with reckless abandon. He takes out demobats as quickly as he can, trying to ignore the grime and viscera that layers on top of itself and his skin as he goes. The demobats get more than a few bites in, and more than a few tails lash at his ankles and wrists and whatever else they can find, but Eddie's screams that grow increasingly more terrified spur Steve on.

After an eternity of faceless bats and black blood and his arms screaming from the exertion of constantly swinging his bat, Steve finally gets to the center of the storm. In the eye, he finds Eddie on the ground, a tail wrapped around his neck and demobats descending on his sides, and Steve sees red.

He doesn't actually process any of his actions. He only knows that one second he's watching Eddie become a demobat main course, and the next he's standing over Eddie, decapitating demobats, yanking them away, slamming them into the ground, swinging his bat at the ones that dare to get closer.

Adrenaline and desperation are the only things keeping Steve going for what could be seconds or hours or days; he really can't tell. His focus has tunneled to only allow his brain to think about protecting Eddie and killing flying demon rats. Even when he hears Eddie screaming his name and grabbing his leg, Steve can't spare a moment to think about him beyond "Eddie would be easier to protect if he didn't move around."

Steve doesn't kill the entire swarm. There are too many, and he's only one man. But he does hold them off until...until something calls them away. One second he's feeling overwhelmed--his heart beating out of his chest and his vision blurring red from the blood dripping down his forehead--and the next, the demobats are screeching one last time before shooting off into the sky.

He would pay attention to where they go, but Steve can only take long enough to confirm that they're gone before he's collapsing. He doesn't hit the ground. Instead, Steve hits Eddie, who had stood up at some point only to fall to his ass once more from Steve's unexpected weight.

Holy fuck, Steve just wants to nap. And he's halfway to closing his eyes and slipping into sweet, sweet oblivion when he hears Eddie, his voice absolutely wrecked from screaming and brimming with some emotion Steve can't place right now, ask him, "Why'd you---why'd you do that?! You could have died!"

"So could you," Steve manages, forcing his eyes to focus long enough on Eddie to realize he's literally being cradled in the guy's arms right now. It's surprisingly comfortable, and he can hear Eddie's rapid heartbeat from this position. "Besides, I promised to keep you safe."

"No, you didn't!" Eddie squawks, and Steve makes a mental note to mock him for it later. "I would've remembered that, Steve!"

Steve huffs a weak laugh, stifles a yawn, and lets his head fall onto Eddie's shoulder. He'll think about Eddie not calling him by some ridiculous nickname later. "To myself. Promised to keep everyone safe. 'specially you, Eds," he says, flashing a faint smile that's probably only more worrying because of the blood staining his teeth.

Eddie looks ready to say more, but Steve weakly and clumsily covers his mouth. "Just so you know, I'm passing out now," he says, his body and brain finally calling it a day once he gets the warning out.

Later, when he wakes up in the hospital, Steve will have to deal with several lectures from several people about how he shouldn't have been so reckless. He'll get to turn it around later by pointing out that Eddie would have definitely died without him.

Steve will also have to deal with Eddie staying behind and shooting him the saddest puppy-eye pout he's ever seen. It will devolve into an argument about how Steve would do it again, how Eddie didn't enjoy thinking he was dead, and how they both think the other is incredibly stupid. That argument will end with a spur-of-the-moment and intense kiss that's interrupted by Steve's heart monitor going out of control, leaving them both blushing and overwhelmed as a nurse rushes in and...and holding hands with tiny, amazed smiles as they stare at each other after the nurse leaves.

But that's all in the future. For now, Steve lets his eyes slip shut, comfortable in Eddie's arms and reasonably assured that Eddie won't go risking his life when he has to make sure Steve gets out safe.

[jackals-ships]

speaking of sleepy i am Still. Eepy which is problematic bc we're at the stew and i cannot nap alas