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sea-buns · 4 months

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Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.

Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.

Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.

But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.

We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.

All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.

I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?

I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us

#i got SO carried away LMAO #i dont think ive ever written any posts about gorgug specifically #i made a lot about colin. and some about pib. and some more about zacs performances in general.#but never anything gorgug-focused. i just wasnt on tumblr at those other times that hed been on my mind like this #you can tell i still couldnt resist talking about colin lol #he was just so fucking good. a fantastic character all around. i cant imagine a better example to get my point across than him #when i do posts like this its all very much just me taking a vague idea and working with whatever comes out in the moment #so when i tell you i very much did not plan to get lost in the counterargument and had to stop for a second to remember what my point was #my point still stands but so does everything else #you dont realize it. how similar gorgug and colin really are. or how metaphorical the bug tunnel was.#or how gorgug IS the epitome of little details. small acts. quiet rights and wrongs. the faint causes and the even subtler effects.#u dont truly realize it until youre writing it yourself in a free flow fugue state and it all comes to a halt cuz youve blown your own mind #anyway i love gorgug and i love zac pcs and i hope this post makes sense cuz finding the right words was fucking hard hah #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #the ravening war #trw #colin provolone #zac oyama

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lylahammar · 6 months

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Zorella, the centaur pop queen ✨

Thank you to everyone who helped me by voting on her final design in the poll from last week! I'm so so so happy with how she turned out 🥰

#I imagine her music sounds something like a happy medium between Sza and Ashnikko :3 #but maybe more EDM #her style is very raver girl so it fits #it was pretty funny designing basically a lingerie harness for a horse body LMAO #that was actually what inspired her design #I was thinkin about how it would be cool to try to combine strappy harness-y raver girl fashion with horse tack #I'm deffo gonna draw her more bc I already have so many fashion ideas for her #also I've realized that I rly love doing graffiti designs lol I got carried away with her name #it probs distracts the eye too much in the composition but w/e it was fun 😂#my art #character design #original character #OC #centaur #OCs #eye strain

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gen-toon · 1 month

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#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #tadc ragatha #ragatha #bunnydoll #I need to pathetically explain myself here and say this was just one of those go to bed thoughts I've had for a while.#It was an idea for the sake of daydreaming and I never intended to ever draw it but then it happened and I got carried away.#I'd honestly call this a bit of a un-headcanon lmao #None of us know at this point so any one of them could be close or not close to losing it.#Saying that I feel Jax seems like one of the more stable of the group and out of the both of them Ragatha is closer to abstraction if at al #But it's interesting to think if he actually isn't to some degree and there's more behind that grin I can't lie #And I wouldn't portray abstraction like this either I'd go about it differently. again just one of those fleeting throw-away thoughts #It ends ambiguously but you can decide what you want. I know how it ends.#I just got really into portraying the mood or cinematics without any dialogue.

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samarecharm · 5 months

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Ryuji having the worst bi crisis of his fucking life bc his mom just had to fucking ask “oh, whats this young ladys name?” when he showed her a picture of Akira petting Morgana. Like okay yeah Akira is like objectively pretty, hes like the Classic Delicate Pretty Boy just like Yusuke which is like whatever; straight dudes have eyes, and they know what women like to see. But now hes like. Seeing things he likes in girls IN Akira now and he cant make it Stop like its genuinely keeping him up at night 😭

Pretty boy used to be A Face that would come up in his mind when he thought of the term. There was no specifics in mind, just like. Pretty Boy. Pretty boy! You say that and theres like a Face Template that shows up in ur minds eye and hed just attribute that to any dude who was like Vaguely Pretty. But now its Akira 😭 and he finds himself cataloging things that Akira does that he KNOWS he finds cute when girls do it. The hairtuck behind the ears. The headtilt when he mishears a question. The Actually Pretty Doe Eyes. The breathy, nearly inaudible chuckle he does in place of a Real laugh (thats made better by the fact that its so hard to get him to laugh in the first place). He likes cute snacks. He blushes easily. Ryuji is sitting here like ‘theres no fucking way man. Like theres just no way. That shit makes NO sense (a lie)’ lying in bed in the middle of the night looking like this vvvv w his phone in his hands (looking at pictures of akira)

It drives him insane bc like he did Not see any of these things as like inherently girly or whatever. Like thats just akira thats just his bro! And he does OTHER weird shit that cancels all that shit out. Hes like a messy engineer/tinkerer, he rolls out of bed and whatever situation his hair is is everyones problem. He wears that AWFUL gym uniform and doesnt tweak it AT ALL?? He likes baseball?? hes got a whole binder of trading cards that he will show off if u show any moment of weakness. Like hes just Some Dude but also manages to be Some Girl at the same time and Ryuji is like thats not fair. Life sucked ass but at least it made sense before Akira stumbled into it 😭

#persona 5 #pegoryu #akiryu #chattin #long post #THIS one is almost a year old lmao its been in my drafts for a while #i at least tagged it as pegoryu before running away cutely so i think i was finished ??? well now i am throwing it into the world #anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding #‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff #even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs #ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself #and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude #um.#😳.#also i wanted to clarify #but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture #and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl #and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head #‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him #ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro #his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure #and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands

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reineydraws · 5 months

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Hi hi! For the spotify wrapped art game, can I suggest akataka with 56?

oh, i think i was doomed before i began

56 is special girl by dodie. a particular fave, so im glad u chose mishanks for it since they've been on my mind. :')

wrapped 2023 game

#wrapped 2023 #mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #shanks #akagami no shanks #red hair shanks #one piece #one piece fanart #got carried away with this one pals lol #i was just so excited about it :'))#btw if it's not clear: they were dueling and then shanks just dropped his guard to kiss mihawk cuz he couldnt take it anymore #and mihawk (probably freaking out) kicked him to get him out of his personal space lol #btw i positioned this as shanks pov but an argument could be made that the song in general is more of a mihawk thing #depending on how u write his backstory #might revisit this tmr and remove the white square lmao im always more ham-fisted with my symbolism when im tired

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sehtoast · 4 months

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His Place is in Lace (Homelander x Reader Smut)

18+ | sex toys, gender neutral reader, sublander, lingerie, no hands, x-ray vision, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, panties as a gag, light comeplay | Fic Directory

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Saying he was like putty in your hands was a fairly humble brag at this point. In truth, he was all yours– fully and completely yours. You could do pretty much whatever you wanted to him, whenever you wanted, and he would thrive for the sole fact he had your attention.

It was practically all he ever wanted. Homelander had been so desperate for even a shred of your attention in the beginning that he sought it out in all the wrong ways. Picking on you, intimidating you, generally indulging that darker half of his mind and allowing him to run the show. But you wore him down. You were always so damn nice to him even when he tried everything to get under your skin. And, sometimes…

Sometimes you would put him in his place.

Maybe that’s what made him like doing it so much. Maybe it’s why he caved and realized you were the one for him– all he’d ever wanted wrapped up in one precious package that he would never get enough of. Even with your undying devotion and love, he still couldn’t fucking get enough of you. He had to be the center of your attention and he’d go to any lengths to get there.

Just like now.

He let you tie him up, promised he’d be a good boy and wouldn’t break those useless binds. Let you dress him up in white lace panties and a see through bra. Let you position a vibrating wand just over the tip of his leaking cock and work a plug into his ass and oh how he wishes you would touch him. He wishes so badly that you’d do more than perch on the edge of the bed and watch him– but oh how he loved to know you were staring . Smirking and smiling, chuckling at his little gasps and wanton moans. All the times you’d lick your lips at every jump and twitch of his cock…

But he had your attention, so he’d be good. Would press his wrists closer together instead of tugging them apart, ever so careful not to break your rules. He’d raise his hips into the air to seek more of that sensation, whimpering every time he failed to find more pressure, more speed, more anything.

He’d leaked through the fabric long ago and the red tip of his cock was clear as day beneath the pulsating head of the toy. Each little bead of precum soaked more and more of the garment, each twitch a desperate declaration that he needed release. It was only when he started begging with tears streaming down his face that you upped the speed of the toy.

He arches and damn near floats off the bed, head pressed back into the pillow as he fights with every ounce of his wavering control to not break the silky ropes at his wrists. Whimpers fall from his mouth, but he can’t possibly care how pathetic he is with his head so fucking clouded. His hips undulate with attempts to fuck against the toy and he feels a hot jolt of pleasure shoot straight down to his cock at your little giggle of amusement.

“You’re cute like this,” you tell him. You smooth a hand over his inner thigh and he splays himself wide for you, begging, praying that you’ll touch him. You drag your nails along the softness of his flesh and he shivers and whines. You can see the way he trembles from such a small act and the swell of pride goes right to your head. You decide to experiment.

“Look at you,” you say, voice low and sultry. “Look how soaked you are…”

Just as you predicted, his cock twitches at your words. You move as though you’re going to grasp him, but you turn the toy off instead. An extra pitiful whine escapes his mouth.

“You’re so wet, I can see you through those adorable little panties of yours.” You glide your thumb under the lace of the waistband and he keens. You pull the fabric back just enough to reveal the head, smirking like the cat that got the cream when little strings of come follow the garment. You let it snap back into place, covering the tip of him all over again.

“You’re such a whore.” You declare. “God, even your nipples are poking through your bra, baby. You’re really pent up, huh?”

He nods furiously, pressing his wrists together again. All he wants is to snap those stupid ties and pounce you like a rabid fucking animal. He’s painfully close…

A cold breath wafts over his left bud and he mewls. More, more, more, more, more.

“Such a pretty boy, Johnny…” You lean down to whisper into the shell of his ear. You don’t touch him with anything more than the occasional breath blown against his neck. “So pretty… I could eat you right up. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He gives a choked ‘uh-huh’ noise that was far more of a whine than anything else. His hips rise again.

“I bet you’d love it if I touched you. If I let you feel me .”

His eyes roll back and goosebumps erupt all over his body. His breathing hastens as the coil in his core grows impossibly tighter with every word, every little breath of yours against his flesh.

“Imagine it… How soft and warm my hand would be on that pretty little cock of yours.” You fan a hot breath at the shell of his ear. “Or, maybe my mouth? All hot and wet for you. Dragging my tongue up and down your cock… I bet you’d like to grab me by the hair and force me to choke on it, but you wouldn’t do that, would you? You’re a good boy, right?”

He bites his lip hard and his thighs quake and tremble and he’s so fucking close. He imagines everything you say and each little fantasy rocks him to his core.

“What if I let you fuck me? Think you could even make it past the tip without blowing a load into me?” You watch with a wide grin as his chest heaves and his cock twitches against its wet confines. He’s damn near about to burst. “I think…” You tease a faint nibble at his earlobe and he gives a particularly harsh thrust upward. “I think you’d love to fuck your come deep inside me. Push in as far as you can and claim me from the inside out. That you–”

A howling moan breaks you from your teasing and you watch in pure satisfaction as he fucks up into the air, hips raised at an angle so sharp that the come that didn’t spurt through his panties leaks onto his belly. His cries are strangled against a breath caught in his throat and you’re there to talk him through the whole way.

“That’s it, Johnny… Cream your panties like the little slut you are.”

Just as he’s coming down from it, right when you think he’d be most sensitive, you press the button on the wand and start it up all over again, watching smugly as he’s jarred out of his orgasmic haze.

“Gah! Fuck!” He shouts loudly, binds creaking.

You click your tongue at him in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah… Don’t you dare break those.” You chide. “You’ll be a very, very bad boy if you do. And then I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

You pet his hair while he fights to settle himself down and submit to his place once more. A finger finds one of his barely-clothed nipples and you circle the bud with a feather light pressure. It’s still enough to rip a wavering moan out of his mouth.

“Needy boy,” you coo. “You look so pretty in this getup. I’d say Christmas came early, but,” you slip your fingers through the mess on his belly, bringing your digits up to smear his come on his lower lip. “Looks like you came even faster.”

His body quakes with little tremors, shivers that send a wave of smug satisfaction right to your head. His helpless little moans spur you to shift the pulsating head of the toy to his sack, holding it there as he squirms and whines. You tilt it against the base of his plug to spread the sensation to his ass and his head rises from the bed for just a fraction of a second in a blissful shock.

You toy with him for another hour or so before you decide you’ve had your fun. He’d completely soaked his panties, cock perfectly visible through the transparent white fabric. And Homelander? He was nearly incoherent. Babbling on and on about how badly he needed this or how good that felt, pleading and begging in between your good graces for any extra attention you might give to his aching shaft.

Fifteen orgasms milked from his pretty cock and you’d only just put your hands on him. He nearly shrieks when your palms come down against the sides of his abdomen, smoothing back and forth between his perky nipples and his wet hip bones. You lift his bra just enough to expose his nipples and dive in, suckling hard on one and rolling the other between your fingers.

He mewls and melts, falling so far into an intoxicated swirl of lust and you that he fails to feel you unhook his binds. He’s free to move his hands, but he doesn’t.

Your good boy knows his place.

You roll your hips against his drenched cock and he’s nothing but helpless, pathetic sounds below you. If you thought he was like putty in your hands before , he was practically fucking butter now.

“Please, please, please…” He whimpers for the umpteenth time. You’re ready and dripping for him. He had to watch you get that way, had to see you dangle all that he wanted and more in front of him like a fucking treat and know he was only allowed to watch you touch yourself.

When you slide off and tug his panties down his legs, he’s almost hopeful that you’re going to finally touch him, that your hand is going to wrap around his cock or, better yet, your mouth, and he’s so fucking excited .

“Open.” You order. You watch the look of realization settle in just before you stuff the garment in his mouth, grinning smug and satisfied as he’s made to taste himself.

“Bet it’s good,” you say as you press your palm over his mouth. “You always taste good.” You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh. You reach down to grasp him and he arches from the bed, wrists pushing against each other. His moans are muffled, but you can tell he’s already close again.

“You’re not gonna come,” you tell him. “You’re gonna wait until I give you permission. And when I do,” you grasp his jaw with your free hand to direct his gaze, “you’re gonna use those special eyes and look inside of me… You’re gonna watch every drop fill me up and you’re going to keep your eyes open the whole time. Understand?”

When he simply stares at you with those wide, excited blues, you pat the side of his face to prompt a nod. As soon as he does, you sink down onto him.

He clamps down on the panties in his mouth, squeezing more of his release onto his tongue as he does everything in his power to stop from coming right then and there. He does as you told him. He keeps his eyes open the whole time, shaking his head from side to side to disguise the desperate tears that have begun to spill. His hips stutter to move but you slow when they do, so he fights himself over that, too.

It takes everything he has not to break those binds and touch you. Oh how he fucking needs to touch you– needs to fuck you.

With your hands around his neck, you finally give him permission, leaning back so he could get his view. You time it just right, to the exact second you begin to peak from touching yourself and riding him, your head becoming lightweight and body twitching through the quaking waves of your orgasm.

And Homelander?

He gnashes his teeth against the fabric as he comes undone, crimson eyes forced as wide as possible while he loses that last shred of control and thrusts upward. He watches each spurt fill you, sees how it lines your walls and pushes deeper with each drive of his throbbing cock. It floods you, seeps into every warm inch of your heat until there’s nowhere left to go but back down his cock.

The mere sight has his eyes rolling back. He twitches beneath you, utterly spent, used, and balls deep in bliss. Weak, breathy moans muffle against the fabric, eventually spilling free when you slip it from his mouth to kiss him.

You tell him how good he is. That he was so perfect for you. He did everything you wanted and more. Just look at him, unbound, still holding his wrists together because he knows the rules. You press kisses to his cheeks, to his forehead, to the tip of his nose and then his lips. You caress him and pet through his hair, sweet nothings dripping from your tongue.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You did such a good job.” You coo. “I love you so, so much.”

He feels so free when you take him apart. Like every shred of his being is laid bare before you and you’ve opted to hold each piece with love and care. He tells you that he loves you too, but it falls out more as a slurred combination of the words. He’s still buried inside of you, still warm and snug right where he wants to be– where he wants to stay.

“So,” you chuckle, all snuggled up on top of him. “How badly am I in for it the next time around?” You know damn well he’s going to repay you tenfold for this. You’ll be surprised if you can even walk afterward.

“Mhm,” he hums. His mind and body are spent and all he wants now is to drift off in your embrace.

“‘Mhm’ is a pretty strong answer, babe.” You’re proud of your good work. You settle against him without letting his softening cock slip free.

With a press of your lips to his temple, you bid him sweet dreams. You promise him safety and comfort while he rests and he believes your words more than he believes the sun will rise tomorrow.

He knows you’ll be there.

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #antony starr #the boys #lmao i DEFINITELY think i got carried away with this one #but it was so fun to write

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numbuh424 · 6 months

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sexy detective... save me.... save me sexy detective

#death note #master detective archives rain code #rain code #mdarc #yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #L Lawliet #yakou furio #keiji shinogi #fanart #elle draws #this one is dedicated to me personally lmao #this was just supposed to be a doodle page but yknow got carried away #sometimes you need to draw sthn that's very specifically for your own satisfaction so you can stay sane #THOSE ARE THE ACTUAL HEIGHT DIFFS BTW I genuinely checked

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submissivekillers · 1 year

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Hi, I'm Barbie!

#jennifer check #tiffany valentine #carrie white #amanda young #cant decide whether or not this should go in my shitposts tag lmao #i am so fucking excited for the barbie movie yall #will probably make some kens too eventually. great gerwig should not have given me this power #i had one w/ bloody carrie but it made me sad so. isnt it nice that carrie had a great night + then got away from her mom and lived happily

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kaeyx · 6 months

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royal au with street rat!chuuya

Sreet rat!chuuya who when he first laid eyes on you, you were the only thing he felt like stealing at the time he saw yiu

Street rat!chuuya who threw rocks at your window until you finally answered him with a grumble until he accidentally threw a rock at you

Street rat!chuuya who tried to rizz you up with stolen jewels and animals even though you know it’s a stolen and you scold him for it

Street rat!chuuya who finally gained your trust and you let him in your room by entertaining from your balcony

Street rat!chuuya who started coming every night to your room to continue and try and seduce you

Street rat!chuuya who gets jealous whenever other princes try to court you shoul

Street rat!chuuya who fucks you against the desk while saying how your his how no one can have you and that he practically owns you

-☃️ sorry if the grammar is shit I was writing this while watching duck tales for the 7th time and got distracted multiple times

I'm giggling kicking my feet over this one omggggg!! It got long, under a cut!

Sheep/street rat Chuuya going scavenging near the castle because he's the strongest of the group and isn't afraid of the guards. Plus the best scraps are obviously where the richer people live, sometimes he can even get some beer from the soldiers or a few bits of cheese. Seeing you through the doors of the castle or when you leave for whatever reason and deciding he's going to try his luck with you. He climbs up onto your balcony and sneaks into your room, throws rocks at the walls outside to get your attention, anything he can. Tries to gain your trust and begs you for a few meals first by putting up a kicked puppy façade then getting angry because you have so much extra, can you really not afford to feed your people? You're impressed by his courage and also the fact that he climbed up the fucking wall, plus he's strangely pretty for a beggar boy. There's fair skin under the mud and sunburn and he has gorgeous hair, even if it's greasy and matted. His eyes are bright and his features are delicate, and he moves with the strength and grace of an assassin. Under the old, baggy clothes Chuuya has thin hips, strong legs, broad shoulders for his stature.

He sits on your balcony during the night and tells you about eating rats and stealing chickens, about his family- all the orphan kids in town that he teams up with, and the vicious turf wars that they fight with the other children. Even though he's old enough to learn a trade nobody takes him in, he can't read or write and he's had no education, none of the guilds in the city want him and to be honest he's tired of trying and has accepted he'll live his life protecting the kids.

You're fascinated by how different his life is to your own and tell him about your education, the balls and uncomfortable clothes, the hours of meetings with allies that you have to sit through because one day all the lands as far as you can see will be your own, and you have to be ready. He laughs at the stupid rules for banquets and gatherings, and that one time you fell off your horse when you were learning to ride. You teach him how to write his name on an old scrap of parchment, and he keeps it in his pocket. The servants bring dinner to your room now and Chuuya always gets a share, but he bundles it up and takes it back to the others instead of eating it himself.

Eventually there's talks about suitors, of course. You complain to Chuuya about overhearing your options, an uncle that's half your age or a second cousin from another country or what have you. People you've never met. Chuuya seethes and you think it's on your behalf, but really there's a strange pit growing in his stomach. Will you still live here? Or will your spouse whisk you away to some faraway city, never to be seen again? Will there be a war triggered by your succession, taking you from him forever? You chatter on about the stable boy that keeps giving you hopeful looks and that one noble that always hangs around with their kid, trying to talk to your parents; and Chuuya sees red. He grabs the food and leaves without a proper goodbye, disappears into the night and leaves you confused and annoyed.

The sheep notice something is off about Chuuya, moreso than usual. They all have bets going on how he's getting so much food consistently, with most of them agreeing it's either prostitution or he's found a really good spot to steal from and hasn't told them. It doesn't help that he's so cagey about the matter, going beet red and dodging their questions. And it's even worse tonight because he comes back angry, and Chuuya never comes back angry. He always seems oddly thoughtful when he splits the food up amongst them, making sure the smaller kids get their share too; but tonight he dumps it on the ground still wrapped in his ratty cloak and leaves again without a word.

They find Chuuya asleep in the grass by the river next morning, one hand pressed to his chest, and he refuses to answer questions. He doesn't go out for food again, begging the merchants and stealing from taverns like the rest of the Sheep do, but never coming back laden with goodies like he'd been doing for the past few months. He's snappy and sullen and doesn't play anymore, doesn't even throw rocks at the rival kids when they have to fight for something. Just sits and thinks and paces around.

You on the other hand grow worried, then annoyed, then worried again. Days turn into a whole week and Chuuya never hops onto your balcony, light and nimble. He doesn't throw rocks at your wall to grab your attention. You always eat by the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of tangled red hair underneath. You leave him food like an offering and pray for him every day, you begin to lose sleep and worry the servants. He doesn't come back. You fear he's angry with you or worse, dead. Gone like so many other beggars before him. You miss him enough that you begin writing him letters he can't read, letters you can't even send, and keeping them in a little box by your bed. Telling him about your days and wishing him well, and imagining his responses. Cynical and brash as they could be, they're comforting to you. And he'd never been unkind.

Chuuya stays in your thoughts even when he shouldn't be, even when it isn't worry you feel. You'd always meant to give him a bath, but had been to embarrassed to say it. Maybe you should have taught him to read more than his and your names. He'd have made such a good knight, or blacksmith, or strategist- he's more logical than half the old idiots arguing around your father's map table. Nobody had ever taught him any manners so he'd never been afraid to speak to you, or to tell you how stupid some of your ideas were. Whenever you meet with a suitor you can't help but compare them to him. Chuuya is prettier, his voice is nicer, he's smarter, he's more honest, he makes better conversation.

You start to wish he'd come back for entirely new reasons. Maybe if you could clean him up, dress him in some of your clothes... it could never happen of course, the kingdom stands to gain nothing from that union, but you can dream. He could maybe learn to wield a sword and do good things, earn a living instead of begging for scraps like a dog. He could be yours, as much as law and custom could allow. If only he'd come back.

#asks.answered #chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #beggar!chuuya #☃️ anon #I GOT SO INSANELY CARRIED AWAY LMAO #maybe i Do like royal aus #street rat!chuuya

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koobiie · 2 months

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fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3

#ffxv #prompto argentum #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #im going to be wild in the tags here for a moment. this fic makes me CRRRRRRRAZZZZZZEYYYYYYYYYYYYY #like barking snarling yowling tearing up dirt with my hands taking bites out of the drywall #its like old at this point but every couple of years i remember it and im like well here i go again! and reread it in a several hour sprint #and then scream and cry nad throw up cause i love it soooo so much #seriously i recommend it so sohard . honestly even if you dont like ffxv #ultimate hurt comfort fic checks off all my boxes 11/10 explodeing #oh yes also the art is here. yea i got carried away drawing the foods jfkdslhglks #hi author if you read these tags im sorry for pinging you about your fic that came out like. 7 years ago #but ive been meaning to make fanart for it for sooooo long cause i love it and i finally got around to it lol #koob art #digital art #im going to be pissed if theres a food i forgot to include lmao #anyways yea i <3 prompo my scrinkly winkly crunkly doo he deserfes happines. im going to disappear into the sunset now

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berlingotesque · 3 months

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What are your ships for Batim? :D

VERY GOOD QUESTION- I know my answer should be rather straightforward but I feel I have to put some context to my answers since they may seem contradictory/paradoxical otherwise, so bear with me-

Sammy x Norman : Well. I think that one was pretty obvious, anyone who's seen more than 3 of my posts knows that I'd die for these two. They're just so PERFECT for each other, from their complementary personalities to the fact that their relationship allows us to delve deeper into batim's historical and social context. Sammy and Norman have one of the few relationships that develop the most during the game's lore : Norman originally complains vehemently about Sammy's frenetic behavior, only to end up lamenting to Buddy and Dot how 'Sammy isn't the same anymore'. What's interesting about this statement is that he says it in relation to Sammy's strange behavior : clearly, the two men have grown close enough for Norman to differentiate Sammy's extravagant habits from his ink-influenced behavior.

Furthermore, Sammy is a very gray character morally, a perfectionist who is extremely socially maladjusted (surely due to the fact that he's coded on the spectrum and autism wasn't properly diagnosed at the time), naturally ostracizing him. For his part, Norman comes from a rural background (which surely earns him the animosity of the people at the studio, given the historical context and the fact that he could very well be poc) and also seems ill at ease socially : to me, it's fascinating to see two characters excluded from their peers because of differences they can't change (being autistic or poc and gay) getting closer to each other, to the point where Sammy, who is deeply misanthropic, naturally compliments Norman by describing him as very bright. To me, Norman is the perfect partner for Sammy : ready to apprehend him as he is, since he's completely free of social conventions, without taking any shits from him.

I think Sammy and Norman can really get the best out of each other, during a historical period when being different was strongly proscribed. I think I'd have trouble enjoying Batim as much without their dynamic at its heart (considering how narratively rich it is) : Norman is Henry's confidant, Sammy is Joey's, both remain morally gray deuteragonists fundamentally opposed to the ink machine, while remaining fascinated by its powers. And who wouldn't love a good old enemies to lovers ending tragically with the unwitting murder of one by the other ? After all, Norman's main flaw is that he's too curious for his own good, and it was Sammy who inevitably led him to his doom..

Allison x Tom : what more can I add. She's everything. He's just Tom. I've always been drawn to characters/ships with a vibe completely opposite to the vibe of the work they originally came from, and the 'turning poison into positivity' energy that Tom and Allison bring to Batim has always fascinated me. In a world as tragic as their own, I find it touching to see these two find beauty in all the ugliness and manage to ask themselves 'what if we were happy after all ?' It's really striking and brings a narrative richness to the work, since they directly mirror what failed with Sammy and Susie : Allison is perfect, but that was never what was at stake in Tom's eyes. Tom was looking for humanity, not perfection, and he managed to go beyond the image of the muse to discover a friend, unlike Sammy with Susie. They're literally Romeo and Juliet but, well... Not dead.

Joey x Henry/Henry x Linda : oh boy. These three... Let me get it straight right away : Henry and Linda are perfect for each other. She's exactly what he needs to be happy : she's present, patient. There's no denying that he loves her immensely. But Joey... oh Joey is undoubtedly Henry's soul mate. The subtlety is that Joey can't bring him the stable happiness Linda can : Joey tugs at him, pushes him over the edge. He knows exactly what to do to push him beyond his own limits. The love Joey offers Henry is an uncomfortable but unconditional one, one that would allow Henry to go beyond what he thinks he's capable of achieving because no one knows Henry better than Joey ! And let's be honest, Batim only exists because Joey refuses to move on, to live his dream without Henry in it. He's stuck in unrequited love and refuses to learn to live with it. And that's the tragedy of this trio : Henry sincerely loves Linda but is truly himself with Joey, which prevents him from hating OR loving him (And Joey exploits this information by remaining extremely toxic and convincing himself that he can wear him down lmao). Henry is stuck with this dilemma : Existing peacefully with Linda or living painfully with Joey. And that's why I love the dynamic of this love triangle : because there are no solutions that will satisfy everyone.

Joey x Sammy : okay, don’t get me wrong : these two are HORRIBLE for each other. Does Sammy periodically want to quit just to piss Joey off? Yes. Isn't Joey's fascination with Sammy intimately tied to his refusal to forget Henry, who was a genius like Sammy? Yes. Nevertheless, it's impossible for me to read The Illusion of Living without feeling embarrassed and like I'm reading Joey's diary : whether you ship them or not, Joey is practically canonically smitten with Sammy. I sincerely don't think Joey and Sammy can sustain a healthy relationship with each other, but oh boy, surely that won't stop me from exploiting their bizarre obsessive love-hate relationship, where it's hard to determine whether they're going to throw hands or make out.

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nyxronomicon · 9 months

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Head empty. Only thought is Simeon finding out about your self hatred and railing you until you can't remember any of those thoughts

-body worship, insecurity, bit of angst, breeding in the tags-

Omg he'd be so gentle... He asks what's troubling you when he sees you frown at yourself in the mirror. When you tell him you're feeling self conscious and ugly he just disagrees immediately.

But Simeon knows all too well how little words can change someone's mind, often feeling disgusted and disappointed with himself for abandoning the brothers like he did. For choosing the celestial realm just for its familiarity. He's such a coward.

He knows now that conventional beauty is only skin deep and the ugliness just beneath the surface is often much worse than one would think. And he's stunned when you're talking about yourself like that because in all the time he's known you, he's never even once thought anything about you was ugly.

If anything, he was the ugly one.

His first attraction to you was your looks and the way you carried yourself. Every moment he spends with you he finds new things to love about you and it just crushes him that you don't see it. So even if he can't change your mind, he at least needs to prove to you that it doesn't matter what you think.

You're beautiful without even trying. Just a smile from you takes his breath away without fail. The words to describe how incredible you are always fail him. Being with you is healing. His wretched broken heart has been heavy with sin and betrayal for as long as he can remember but you make him feel like it can be fixed. Or maybe that he never really was broken to begin with.

All he wants is to give that feeling back to you.

So he shows you. Pulls you away from the mirror. "Focus on me. On how I love you." Is all he mumbles before tenderly kissing you. Your kisses get deeper, your insecurities vanishing as he pulls away. His eyes are full of adoration, lost in you.

You close your eyes and feel. His hands worship every part of you, taking his time to press kisses down your torso, wherever he thinks you're most insecure. He mumbles loving words as he goes, the author in him crafting the ultimate love scene just for you to hear.

And if you still don't believe him? Well, he'll keep going as long as he needs to~

#he's just so soft... i love him #my brain is like this could be a great breeding fic #where he's all soft and like you're so perfect... and then he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to be with your forever #and then he's like. thinking about raising kids with you and gets a little dizzy thinking about putting a baby in you #and like. how perfect your baby would be bc it's got your DNA and he just can't stop himself #soon he's folding you in half babbling about what a great parent you'd be and how he NEEDS to fill you with his seed #<- getting carried away in the tags AGAIN sorry lmao #obey me simeon #obey me smut #it's simeon loving hours y'all

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aupermittymeowmeow · 2 years

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I love her smh<33

#Shes my wife yall #Too bad #So sad #*insert evil laugh*#MWAHHAHAHHAH #Princess Peach #Mario Bros. Chris Rat lmao #I was trying to make a profile picture for my discord but I kinda got carried away I guess so yeah #Transgender Peach My Beloved

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ministarfruit · 1 year

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innovators

(+ bonus doodles)

#vtuber #hololive #holostars #holomyth #holotempus #amelia watson #magni dezmond #gawr gura #regis altare #takanashi kiara #long post #maybe LOL #I got carried away #THESE ARE SO SELF-INDULGENT LMAO #WELCOME TO MY MIND RIGHT NOW #forget that the casual one is the biggest image in this set #tumblr said you WILL look at nerdy ame and magni in a skirt #holofateswap

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anxious-lee · 19 days

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Tickle asks #5 + huskerdust

MY FAVORITE QUESTION 👏😈

Angel FIRST discovered Husk was ticklish when they were sharing stories about their past life. Husk talked about his memories of being a child and getting into tickle fights with his brothers but always losing because he was the youngest. Angel then asked "are you ticklish now?", to which Husk replied "nah I'm too old for that shit", so Angel let it go.

The next time was when Angel was playing with Husk's wings and accidentally brushed too softly, making Husk jolt and yelp. He barely had time to get a threat out before Angel started tickling him. And thus the cat was out of the bag.

Husk found out Angel was ticklish the first time they tried to have ✨️ the Sex ��️. He grabbed Angel's waist (accidentally) and made the spider giggle, much to his embarrassment. Angel had never slept with someone he actually respected and cared about, so he wanted to make sure everything about tonight went perfectly, and this (to him) was a total mood killer. His other clients in the past didn't like that he was so sensitive. Husk, however, thought it was really cute, and had way too much fun with it. They derailed the whole night for an all out tickle war. It wasn't the hot, sexy, first time they expected, but they grew closer as people instead ❤️

#SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG LMAO #i got carried away 😅#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #your asks #tickle asks #hazbin hotel tickles #tickle headcanons #huskerdust tickles

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boytumms · 8 months

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Okay so, I’ve had this one fantasy for a long time (probably since my sexual awakening lol) and it’s a double whammy of stuffing and pregnancy. A very vain person is kidnapped and told that the only way to leave is to clear the massive dining table of all the food on it.

They protest at first, they have an intense and strict diet and exercise regime and the food on the table is all fatty meats and buttery sides and carbs and sugary desserts. But their captor persists, giving them water spiked with appetite stimulants, and eventually they relent and try a bite. They’re so hungry at this point that they start gorging themselves, and even when they start to be in pain and really want to stop eating, they can’t. It’s like their body has a mind of its own as they eventually make their way through all of the food.

By the end their stomach is red and sore, they’re rubbing it desperately to try and find some relief but it’s like every available inch of space is taken up. Eventually, their captor enters the room and taunts them with how much weight they’ll gain because of this binge and the vain person is absolutely horrified. Then, the captor gives them an alternate option. Instead of gaining that weight, they can become pregnant with a child that is the equivalent weight. Best of all, they’ll give birth within the week and then they can just lose the leftover baby weight.

The vain person agrees immediately. They know pregnancy won’t be great for their figure but it’s better than having to work off fat. And how much could one stuffing like this cause? Five, at worst ten pounds? Easier to birth than exercise away. What they don’t realize is that the amount of food they ate was the equivalent of 30 pounds of weight gain and they are going to give birth to a toddler sized child in a week.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, stuffing + pregnancy is so top tier and they need to be combined more often!!!

What if, to make it worse for the poor guy, he agrees to the pregnancy thinking that the baby will replace the food he just ate, but instead, he get's impregnated on top of his fully stuffed stomach. While he wont gain the weight from the food, it's still in his stomach and has to be digested while the baby grows in his belly at the same time. Since he was forced to eat so much, it takes ages for his gut to process the food, so while he's still so overly stuffed, his tummy continues to swell even bigger with the huge soon to be 30 pound baby.

In a matter of days his belly doubles in size, becoming so large and heavy that he can barely stand on his own two feet anymore. The baby's growth is only aided by the copious amounts of nutrients from the food, so it grows big and strong extremely fast. It kicks and punches, twisting and turning in the poor boy's tummy, making him feel sick as his stomach cramps from the food it's still trying to work through. He spends his time trying to rub and sooth his restless belly, whimpering and trying to keep the baby calm to stop it from beating his tender tummy.

By the end of the week he's absolutely exhausted. His mountain of a tummy is so big it pins him to the ground, skin red and tight, so full now he can't even rub the painfully taut surface anymore. His massive toddler sized baby rolls and kicks within him, tenting the too tight skin and making him cry out in pain. Each movement threatens to rip through the paper thin skin of his swollen mound, and all he can do is clutch his bloated sides and pray his belly holds together.

The week is finally up and his captor excitedly waits for his labor to begin. After 7 days of torturous agony, the boy will finally be free, that is if he can survive giving birth to a gigantic 30 pound baby. His contractions start and his baby squirms inside him, eager to be born, but it still takes hours for his waters to finally break. By the time they do, he's already moaning and screaming in pain. He throws his head back in agony as the pressure heightens to the point he thinks he's really going to pop, when instead he feels something burst inside and a rush of hot fluid soaking his trembling thighs.

His captor laughs at him as he shakes and thrashes, arching his back and throwing his contracting belly into the air. He feels his captor place his rough hands on his squirming tummy, rubbing and squeezing his sides and making him choke out a garbled scream. Despite his weak pushes, the baby inches down towards his ass like it's trying to crawl out on its own. His canal stretches around the massive head, it's so big it feels like it's the size of a small melon.

Hours of pushing later it reaches his hole and begins to ram against the tight ring of muscle. The boy's voice is ragged from screaming, but he can't help by let out a torn cry as the baby spreads him wide. Slowly the head begins to emerge, stretching him further and further until he feels the skin begin to tear. He kicks and thrashes in pain, begging his captor to help him, but they laugh and tell him there's nothing they can do even if they wanted to help, which they don't.

The baby's head comes to a crown, and to the exhausted boy's horror and dismay, comes to a complete halt. He pushes and strains as hard as he can against the pain, but it's useless. His baby is stuck stretching him at it's widest point and he simply doesn't have the strength to force it to move. wailing in despair, he thrashes back and forth, trying to spread his trembling legs wider, clutching at his sweaty deformed belly, anything to get the head unstuck. Nothing works, and he falls back panting and moaning.

His eyes flutter as his vision blurs. He's too tired to push anymore and his head rolls back on the floor, letting the contractions rip through his body with his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pain. Suddenly, his body jerks and his belly jumps. His eyes widen and his hands fly to his tummy, crying out as it jerks again. He looks down at his quivering belly in fear, watching in horror as it jerks over and over, pulling his body with it with each lurch. A sudden crack and he weakly cries out, feeling a rib break.

He realizes what's happening, his baby is trying to kick its way out of his belly. It's strong arms and legs push and kick at his insides, and cracking his ribs in the process. Each kick sends his mind spiraling with pain, arms wrapped around his tummy as far as he can reach in a desperate attempt to stop it's movements. He sobs and babbles incoherently as his baby forces its way out of his body, beating his insides to a pulp and tearing its way through his entrance.

With one last kick, the head bursts through his hole along side a gush of blood and fluid. His body convulses as the baby wriggles and writhes the rest of it's body out, leaving him gasping and wheezing, no longer able to scream anymore. The baby slides out between his legs and he hears it take its first breath and begin to cry. It's a miracle he's somehow survived giving birth to a baby the size of a two year old.

Standing over the boy, his captor picks up the crying baby. They look down at him and smirk, lifting their boot over his still swollen tummy and placing it right over his stretched out belly button. The boy seems unresponsive at first touch, but his captor drives their heel deep into the bloated, puffy flesh of his tender belly, immediately eliciting one last gargled shriek from the boy. Fluid spurts from his torn hole as the heel twists and digs into the poor boy's tummy, forcing the placenta out with a sick splatter onto the messy floor. His eyes roll back in his head and his tongue lolls out the side of his mouth, vision finally fading to black as his mind finally blacks out.

He should have just gained the 30 pounds

#ask #anonymous #tummy ache #stomachache #belly ache #stuffing #mpreg #birth #writings #belly torture #belly kink #i got so carried away with this one lmao #really tortured this poor guy :)

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