#sighhhhhh.......

[idyllic-affections]

i miss my favorite eldritch horror (yaoshi) (it's yaoshi)

[satoumafuyuss]

Try not to forget to post your art on tumblr challenge (ALMOST FAILED)

[cryptidlurkingindacorner]

pressure the game where everything is the exact same except sebastian is 2 ft tall

[notherpuppet]

My Dear Nanny in a nutshell: Alastor and Luci: This guy is so fucking weird. Charlie: *holding both their hands and swinging* Holy shit! Two dads!

Correct

Additionally they dance~

And sometimes kiss

[crabsnpersimmons]

I got my hair cut the other day and of course I had to draw the dca boys running a hair salon:

Sun would be so effortlessly charming. Always chatting away with customers, explaining each product he uses and how to best maintain and style their hair.

Moon I can see being popular with the less chattier customers (like me) but over time they begin to open up. I imagine he hums while working. Otherwise, he's all ears for the newest gossip.

(The clipped up hat idea came from @bamsara's solar lunacy doodles!)

Also I love the popular headcanon that the dca can speak other languages, so I can imagine them being a hit with the aunties.

The full sketch page under cut! And some of my other thoughts

Other thoughts about this... AU? Can I call it an AU? Feels kinda small for an AU, but whatever:

Eclipse works there too! Haven't decided if it would be canon or fanon Eclipse, though I really like the image of 4-armed Eclipse working on 2 clients at once (plus, the nickname Clip is perfect for this scenario)

of course they're great with kids! They'd be able to console kids that get scared of getting their hair cut. Sun would do a little trick and tell them how good and brave they are all the way through. Moon would console them and hum a soothing song (or hey maybe they notice the kid's wearing a disney shirt and starts humming some showtunes). Every kid gets a candydrop and a balloon on their way out.

y/n works at the hair salon as a part-timer and does tasks around the salon like sweeping, arranging bookings, washing hair, etc. They don't really care too much about their own hair, but the boys are always offering to style it, dye it, braid it. With y/n's permission, the boys always toy with their hair—patting it, combing their hands through it, brushing it over y/n's ear, ruffling it.

[improbable-vault]

Hearing a whispered “I know, I’ve got you” from him after you let out a startled gasp

While he bottoms up inside you <3

[sgtgarricks]

afab reader x john price ♡

you've been having a rough week.

anything that could have gone wrong has happened and you were left feeling exhausted and drained. barely having the energy to even get upset. all you wanted to do was sink into your boyfriend's arms and cry your heart out.

but john had been gone for a few weeks now, and it felt like hell. 'course it's not like you blame him for being away, but you really wished he was here instead of wherever he was.

as you open the door to your apartment after your shift, you were already dreading the amount of kitchenware left in the sink. the pile had been steadily growing little by little and you could only heave a sigh.

the sight that greets you instead, is john price gently wiping the wet mug he had recently scrubbed with a dry towel. your breath was stuck in your throat, you could barely remember turning around and locking the door before running straight into his arms.

"hi, sweetheart." his big arms immediately engulf you in warmth, hearing his soft voice cooing internally melting you into a puddle. before he could say anything more, you break into tears.

not the sniffles kind, the wet, sobbing kind. you grip his shirt tightly as you sob into his shirt, all the sadness and exhaustion rolling from you in waves.

john said nothing, opting to hug you tighter and kissing the top of your head.

"i'm here love, i'm here." his words make you cry even more, having missed him tremendously. you don't even know how you eventually ended up on the bed, head tucked towards his chest as he continues to caress you soothingly.

you had one of the best sleeps of your life that night. and an even better morning when you wake up to the smell of breakfast and his kisses peppering your face.

[peck2neck]

yeah let this thang kill

[cynicallyneutral]

sum draws w frens

[mister-sandwich]

man. I wish he was real :///

[storge]

Demon, we've been searching for you for ten years. Today is the day of your death.

MENG ZIYI as Mei Chaofeng The Legend of Heroes (2024)

[master-skywalker]

Forgive me, Master.

[johnslittlespoon]

gale cleven pays his pretty tax by suffering at least a tiny bit of whump in every single mota fic amen

[poppy-metal]

thinking of being a girl art has an intense crush on and abusing it - maybe you're just a spoiled fucking brat parading around as a domme because it's fun to fuck with someone who's so easy - either way - the only way art is allowed to touch you is by eating your pussy. you'll let him drool into your cunt and lap at you for hours, but you won't touch his cock. you think he's cute and pathetic and the fact that he never stands up to you or grows a backbone or even tries to touch you is amusing - if a little disappointing - you realize you can use him to get off and to make yourself feel good about yourself and you don't even have to put yourself out there much. he fucking loves it.

"you love being my little pussy slave, huh?" while he's tongue deep and he just moans into your wet hole and nods and presses a palm against his groin and even though you clench around him you scold him. "don't touch yourself - this is for me, you little slut." and you yank on his curls. arts eyes roll back into his skull and he laps at you more fervently. you can't help but think about what would happen if you pushed him to the brink - if you pushed him far enough that he'd hold you down and shove his cock into you and call you a fucking tease - drill you into his bed with that hot athletes body - but he never does those things. so you keep abusing your authority. if he's not going to check you, you'll just get meaner and meaner. make him feel like a fucking useless toy. rub your pussy against his lips and tongue endlessly until your thighs strangle his ears and as soon as you come down you'll shove him back - fix your clothes and act all cool and unaffected. the lost wounded puppy look he always gives you with his chin wet with your juices makes you smile.

this goes on for months. months of you ignoring art in public and dragging him off into private rooms to shove his face into your cunt and get you off. he always does, eager and fucking amazing with his tongue. he keeps asking you on dates, keeps trying to get to know you - talk to you - but you don't care. you doubt he'd be able to entertain you beyond his mouth, anyway.

it all ends when patrick visits from tour - this dynamic you'd grown comfortable with, in your throne of power. patrick is everything art isn't. intrusive and loud and abrasive and fire to his ice. you can see him getting into arts head - because suddenly art is pushing back. he's giving you rain checks. he's pulling his hand out of your grip and saying he can't right now. he's kissing up your thigh and his hands are wandering and when you slap them away he pops off your clit with a pout - "i can make you feel good - let me touch you." while he rolls your clit under his pink tongue and your brain goes fuzzy. it takes you longer than you'd like to tell him no, to shove his face back into your pussy to shut him up. and he's coming up to you on campus, talking to you like he knows you, bold.

it's all patricks fault - you know it is. art would never act this way otherwise. he was perfectly content to be on his knees for you and nothing else and now all the sudden he's telling you he wants more - that he doesn't like the way you treat him (you roll your eyes) that he deserves better - that he really likes you but he can't keep doing it like this if you don't start giving back.

it makes you angry. angry and petulant and bratty and when you see art talking to his friend and laughing with him on campus you see red. you have to meet this patrick guy yourself, you have to be with him and art in the same room and you have to coax art back over to your side - show him why he likes you best.

if it ends with patrick holding your legs open, pressed to your chest as he goads art into fucking your wet pussy - "c'mon man. she's nothing but a fucking brat - all that bitching and look how soaked she is. that pussy needs some dick to put her in her place." and you can't even fight it, choking around thick fingers in your throat, gagging you. "she fucking wants it. always has. you just need to take it -"

arts cock that you haven't allowed yourself to see - pushing and pressing inside the cunt he's spent half a semester worshipping with his mouth. his eyes rolling back into his head as you suck him right in. "oh fuck -" digging his fingers into the fat of your thighs as he rocks in and out freely. "- how are you so mean with a pussy that feels like this - she's so fucking tight - uhhh -"

"they always are." patrick grins. pushes his fingers against your tongue and tips your head back so you're forced to look up at him. brat meet brat tamer. your eyes are teary and you moan when patrick lets a fat glob of spit drip into your open mouth - wet and degrading. "girls with tight pussies always try to hoard that shit - they want you to go crazy for it. so you'll bend them over and feed them a nice big cock - isn't that right, baby? you all sweet now that artie's forced his dick inside you? huh?"

you can't exactly argue.

[forest-essence335]

being a chubby puppy is awesome until u realize ur not actually a chubby puppy but ur actually a chubby depressed teenager who yearns to be a puppy -_-

[madootles]

Hullo Edward