#posts and hides in shame

[ryescapades-archived]

— a little handsy now, aren’t we?

characters: nagumo yoichi (sakamoto days) x gn!reader contents: sfw, slight hint of suggestive, this is corny ngl, they’re in their jcc years, use of petname once, tension ? reader is from weapon’s dpt, possibly ooc/canon divergent as i haven’t read the manga yet wc ~ 900 (no beta!)

a/n: crowd boos and throws tomatoes at me sry idk what this is honestly

“Hey, you.”

The seat underneath you is starting to feel uncomfortable as you tuck yourself closer to the table, lifting your gaze up from the tools you’d been using a few hours prior. Your arms tense from where you have them propped up on the hardened surface, an effort to look the most casual as you can be as three girls walk further inside the laboratory.

“Did you see Nagumo-kun anywhere around here?” The girl in the middle questions, propping her hands on her hips right as they approach your little secluded corner. The other two shift on their feet, looking around the lab like it’s their first time coming here– it probably is– before they both turn to you, anticipating your answer.

You glance down at the little paper bags they’re holding in their hands, already knowing there’d be a bunch of gifts and letters in there if you were to check their contents. You raise an eyebrow at them, “Nagumo? You mean that lanky guy from the Assassin Department?”

There’s a ghost of a touch on your calf from under the table, and you freeze in your seat before straightening your back as the girl narrows her eyes at you. “Lanky?! He’s not– ugh, anyway. We saw him round the corner just outside this lab a few minutes ago. Are you sure you haven’t seen him at all?” She presses, leaning close to your face as her haughty glare directs at the recent project you’re working on.

She’s probably right. The lab you’re currently using is at the end of the hall, and there’s no other place he could’ve gone to unless he jumps out the window just outside the place (you wonder why he didn’t do that instead).

You tilt your head, hands fully pausing from your work, “Well, I guess…? People have been in and out of the lab a lot. Maybe you can check around–”

A warm, large palm rests on the inside of your thigh. Then there’s a squeeze, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh and causing you to flinch, your knees almost hitting the underside of the table. You bite down the surprised yelp bubbling at the back of your throat as heat courses through your veins at the indecent touch.

The girls slightly draw back at your sudden reaction. “Whoa, you okay there?” One of them asks with a perfectly arched brow. You let out a laugh, though it looks more of a grimace than anything. “I’m fine, sorry, sorry. It's nothing.” You try to convince, all the while kicking away the filthy hand that has been creeping up your leg as silently as possible.

Your irritation slowly simmers under your skin as you glance at the saw machine at the edge of the table, suddenly having the urge to use it on something. Or someone.

“In any case, I’m sure he’s somewhere outside since I’ve only seen students from my department here. Until you three, of course.” Eyeing them with a pointed look, you nod towards the entrance of the lab with a flat grin. “And it’s already late. This gun won’t finish itself, you know. So if you’d kindly leave.”

The girls grumble under their breath, the middle one clicking her tongue in annoyance at your abrupt dismissal. “If I ever find out you’re lying to us, you better start checking what you eat next time,” she points an accusing finger at you before they eventually turn to leave, footsteps resounding through the space around you before the lab goes back into silence, save for the low murmurs from the students in the distance.

Fingers drumming on the piece of steel in front of you, you let the growing stillness settle into the air before muttering, “Girls from the Poison’s Department are persistent as ever, huh… Disguising yourself would've been easier for you, no?”

“Eh… I guess you’re right,” A drawled out voice comes from the minimal space under the table. Your eyes twitch at the indifference in the tone, and you finally push your seat back to look down at the raven head sitting criss-crossed on the floor.

Nagumo peers up at you while nonchalantly trailing a finger up and down your shin, his tall frame making the place look even more cramped than it actually is. “But don’t you think this arrangement is more… interesting?”

You instantly deadpan, shrugging his touch off. “You think this is funny?”

He chuckles, waving a hand beside his head. “No, no, not at all! I’m grateful enough that you agreed to let me lay low for a while,” his voice then drops to an octave, those dark depthless eyes shamelessly staring at your legs. “Though I do admit that I enjoyed it a little too much.”

Your arms cross on your front as an imaginary tick mark appears on the side of your temple. “You’re lucky those huge piles of scrap metals are there to hide you, Nagumo.” You lift up a leg, the heel of your boot pressing against his chest while your own voice turns to a deathly lilt. “Pull shit like that again and I’ll crush you under my foot like you’re nothing.”

“Yeah?” The corners of his lips tug upwards as his tattooed hand gently closes around your ankle to rub figures on your skin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I expect nothing less from you.” Nagumo's ever so obnoxious smile grows into place as you clench your fists, holding back from landing a punch or two.

Preferably on that goddamn pretty face.

stepping on that man and putting him in his place is an essential need actually

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[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Tumblr Text Post ↳ Sylus: No Defense Zone

[helios-kirbs]

jayce and jinx as ballister and nimona cause someone on twitter made the comparison and i liked it a lot !!! :v

[shinyeclair]

*sighs*

🎨 @erineas (obviously for that kind of things 😮‍💨)

[poe-of-the-odd]

Does tumblr like speedpaints ? Cuz this was so chaotic ...

I drew the silly horrorpod guys that are rotating in my brain like rotisserie chickens

Short gif animation (cw eyestrain) and closeups under cut !

[borfungus]

LISTEN

If you know you know

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Me sitting here trying to figure out what the heck Eggman should be calling tails in this comic writing “tails” and “fox” and then realizing just now that HE SHOULD JUST BE CALLING HIM MILES WHY AM I SO FOOLISH IT SHOULD’VE JUST BEEN MILES THIS WHOLE TIME-

[xrd]

I'm sad these Adam and Eve designs were only ever used in one super niche game I really like them. It kinda evokes like diagrams of musculature to me

[opiopal]

(I found this old draft from like, early December! I remember it was a practice at writing dialogue and a bit of angst? I just remember sitting in an art class and typing it out lol, But I decided to clean it up a bit and post! Since I haven’t been posting often and I have about 60 drafts lined up, lowkey I can’t tell if it’s any good or not, since idk if my skills have grown since my wattpad days. I would’ve fully rewritten it, but I knew it would’ve been a pain so I just spell checked and replaced a few sentences.)

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(First scene takes place before lesson 16, second scene is during lesson 16. Also this is just a thing I thought of a while ago)

•CW: description of blood and dead body at the end.•

Mc has been staring at him for a while, hugging onto one of their pillows tightly, completely lost in thought. Mammon had brought them an extra cup of noddles, they had both just gotten back from RAD a while ago so they were reasonably hungry, and he apparently made two “by mistake” and just didn’t wanna waste it.(Mc thought it was a dumb excuse, but didn’t want to mention it and just accepted the food.) Though Mc had finished theirs a while ago, mammon was taking his sweet time, awkwardly staring down at the floor and occasionally flicking his eyes over at the human sitting no less then four feet away from him. It doesn’t cross their mind that he may be acting so awkward due to the fact that they have just been staring at him for the last ten minutes, but how could they really tell? Ever since they had made a pact with him, he’d been so awkward that it made levi look like an extrovert. As the seconds go by he wonders if he should question them, maybe there’s something wrong with them?? Why else would they be staring?? Or maybe there’s something on his face? Is his hair a mess? Is his shirt wrinkled? Why in the three realms won’t they just look away???

“do you like me?”

as they finally break the silence mammon chokes a bit, he coughs as his cheeks almost immediately get red,

“H-wh- I- What?!” “do you like me?” They asked it so casually, as if they were asking him if it were going to rain soon.

“O-of course I don’t!”

“then why do you hang around me?”

“because I HAVE to!”

“even at home?”

“yes!”

“how come?” They set their pillow to the side as they stare at him, he stammers

“I- well- because.. it’s… dangerous for you to be alone!”

Mc tilts their head slightly and furrows their brows, ”do you think your brothers would be a danger to me? Am I not safe here?”

“NO! I mean- uhm- obviously you’re safe here, I just.. you know I need to watch you!”

“but if I’m safe.. then why would you need to?”

“well-“ he pauses, his face somehow gets redder,

Mc smiles and scoots closer to him,

“you wanna know what I think?”

he side eyes them as they slowly start to smile,

“I think we’re friends,”

“PFFTT WHAAAT! NO! No. No we aren’t.”

“I think we are!”

“No” ”yes,” ”no-“ ”yes!” ”no!”

“Then I’ll ask again, How come you hang out with me?”

“I-“ as he pauses again to try and think of an excuse that wouldn’t cause anxiety or worry, he doesn’t want them to believe his brothers would hurt them- but he doesn’t want them to know the painfully obvious truth!!!! mc grins and wraps their arms around one of his,

“we’re frriendss~” they say in a sing songy voice, pressing their cheek against his shoulder. at this point he was so flushed you’d assume someone had came in and slathered red paint all other his face.

a bit of frustration creeps in as he yanks his arm from their grasp, and pulls them in for a tight hug as he avoids eye contact with them. If he can’t deny it, he might as well own it.. right??

“Well. I guess you WOULD want to be friends with the great mammon! It’s only natural!!”

a little surprised, mc giggles and wraps their arms around his torso in return,

“oh yeah, that’s totally it.”

“A- hey! Don’t be gettin all sarcastic!”

They turn their head to look up at him, at this point nearly laying in his lap. They stop giggling for a moment to smile at his face red face, they didn’t really mean to tease him, but he didn’t seem to be taking it to harshly. though still they apologize,

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Though you are a pretty good friend.”

“… really?”

his response surprises the both of them for a second, honestly he didn’t mean to say it, that was just an inside thought that managed to sneak out. He adjusts his arm to support the back of their head as he stares down at them.

“yeah, of course, I think you’re amazing mammon… and you’re doing a fantastic job… keeping me safe, that is.”

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That moment almost immediately enters his mind as he stares down at them, pulling their body closer into his chest as their blood slowly begins to soak his arms and lap.

he wasn’t doing a fantastic job. He didn’t. He hasn’t. Why would he let this happen? HOW could he let this happen? He’s holding his human, his mc, as his youngest brother laughs.

He can’t look away, his mind re-memorizing their face, their eyes looked straight ahead with no sign of life, unblinking. He cups their face, shaking them gently, wanting them to do something, anything. To laugh at him being so worried, to make a comment about all the commotion, to mumble something about Lucifer, to blink, to BREATHE, To do ANYTHING. he could feel their warmth fading away, they were so cold. They didn’t deserve to be cold.

His brain was so clouded that he hardly took notice of the door being opened and his brothers arguing coming to a stop, his head finally jerking up when someone spoke their name.

[cloudysfluffs]

oh hey look i actually bothered to make the tickly version to this piece!! this is what was going on in my head when i drew the og

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

apologies if youve had this asked before but i struggle sooooo fuckin hard to draw matts hair and you do it so well how do i do this arugh

for reference this is how i draw his hair and its just not great

(IGNORE THAT ITS HOMESTUCK IM ON MY KNEES IGNORE IT PLEEEASE)

MATT HAIR TUTORIAL!!!

ok first off I'm taking liberties with his design, obv his hair in canon is not as curly as i draw it. but ive gotten a couple asks like this so here is How I Draw Matt's Hair!!

Step 1: Bald Matt.

its always good to have a base to work off of. i cant imagine drawing the hair first lol

Step 2: Give him brain freeze

the general shape i like to use for matt's hair is like.. a cloud. or some ice cream. this is probably about what matt would look like if he didnt style his hair (ice cream drips nonwithstanding)

Step 3: tug

with the general shape language down, its time to shear it (in the mathematical, graphical, transformational sense). basically the hair goes up and forward, but still retains the fluff.

Step 4: misc

then its just the bonus bits! the puff on the back of his head, the semi-mullet, and the cute lil sideburns!

aaaand there you go! you look beautiful, matt.

....if it wasnt obvious, i tend to do most of the posing and visualizing in my head and just get straight to the lines. but ive also spent a lot of time just figuring out what shapes combine to make everyone, both for body types and their heads. everyones just made of shapes. thats how 3d objects be. including hair!!

also. you know i cant.

[fidgetspringer-art]

Just realised I have about 60k words worth of old-timey cowboys AU written that I have not drawn a SINGLE thing for

[sandsofsolstice]

alright listen. let the record show i do have oc art i could post but im soooooooooooooo estranged with art right now we're having a temporary divorce.

but i did manage to draw these after many a week of drawing absolutely nothing

sorry for getting into spn in 2024. you jump in to your friends' watch party (in s6, in some of s6's worst episodes) for funsies and then three days later youre watching s1 "just to have something in the background." and then you watch spn for 20 days straight from start to finish. and then the tragic little gay people haunt you

[shakingparadigm]

okay but seriously all jokes aside I really do understand ivan. like having a schedule so packed and busy is so insanely draining no matter how long you've conditioned yourself to endure it. sacrificing certain things like lunch or sleep just to gain the slightest bit more time for yourself is something that feels almost essential to keeping yourself together and not feeling like you're losing yourself in the cycle completely. it's like its own little act of rebellion in a way, something along the lines of you can drown me in work and monotony but I'll keep carving these little spaces of time for what little I have for myself, even if I have to carve them out of my own chest. I will sacrifice parts of myself to ensure that I don't fully succumb to whatever you're trying to make me into. I am human, this is the proof, I will make time even if it ruins me. you know?? yeah. you get it

[anerdynerd]

I do wonder what Jericho and generally any android that has ever worshipped/followed/looked up to Markus would react like, finding out that he has had to kill fellow dying androids and rip them of their compatible parts at the scrapyard in order to walk the Earth again

Those were difficult circumstances, so I wonder: Would they blame him? Would they not be able to see him the same again? Or do they empathize and know/think that they would do exactly the same to survive? Do they maybe even know about the whole thing already? Did someone start telling the story of how Markus came back from the dead? Or do they sense it somehow? Has he talked about it to his close friends? Does he think about it? Or was it easy for him to move on because he knows it was the only way? Is that part of why he took on this role of helping all androids? To make up for it? Or does he 100% believe that it was justified?

[vimcy]

returning to my low quality meme roots. have this while i cook up something.

background from @art-of-arcane's post about stillwater