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heybiji · 1 month
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screwpinecaprice · 1 month
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@glowweek Day 5 FAMILY | FRIENDS
Peridot and specially Lapis do not trust the racoons.
Specifically chose this angle so I don't draw feet. _(:,3」∠)_
Mi own connverse kids Ebony and Rohini are there! And technically Sakura and Zachary. (Please until now I don't know what else to name them. 😭)
And sorry the older Maheswarans aren't there. I don't know where to put them and I already had character overload. 😞
Hibiscus print on Bismuth's shirt is from ManMadeOfGold!
Speaking of shirt, another thing I avoided was thinking of their outfit designs. 😅 It's somewhere a little over a decade of timeskip since SU:Future and I'm sure at least one or two would've reformed during the time. So I'm gonna say they wanted to keep the vibe of a casual outdoors picnic-type event so they wore the casual themes.
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the-grimm-writer · 2 years
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Arranged marriage au with Shoto. He’s quiet, barely even having a conversation with you since you first met a few months ago. And he always has a cold, stoic look on his face that makes you believe that he hates you. You would understand if he did, you weren’t exactly thrilled about the arrangement yourself. 
tw: noncon, forced marriage, breeding kink, shoto really needs to learn how to communicate lmao. fem reader. everyone is 18+!
The marriage itself was beautiful, everything that money could buy. He didn’t touch you like a part of you was expecting him to, or even make you sleep in bed with him. He let you go wherever you want, sleep wherever, and he never asked for anything in return. He offered you everything, luxurious clothes, only the top of the line, sports cars, jewelry. 
But none of that made you happy. 
It felt like you were more roommates and for months you had no idea that he was only trying to make you comfortable. After all, he never wanted to be like his father. But the longer he waited, the more he watched you begin to drift away instead of moving closer to him the way he wants you to, he feels himself starting to crack. 
He didn’t want to be in a loveless marriage, he wasn’t an abusive husband. So why were you seeking comfort in another man’s arms. You were laughing and hugging him, a bright smile that he’d never seen from you before. 
It made jealousy bubble up inside him, made him want to act like the way most of his family would and burn him alive, and fuck you in front of him.
But Shoto was a good man, and he could think of thousands of ways to punish you without being like his father.
You're surprised to see him sitting on the comforter. “Who was that?” 
“Who is who?” You asked confused, about to walk past when he sets down his drink and grabs your wrist. 
“The man that was talking to my wife.” 
Your eyes go wide. “Oh. He’s a childhood friend of mine. He’s nothing to be worried about.” 
“I’m worried about any man that thinks he can talk to my wife.” He stood up. “I tried doing this the best way I thought. But I understand now that I didn’t think it through very well.” 
Sniffling, you looked up at him. “No, you’re not a good husband, Shoto. I didn’t even know you liked me until now.” 
“You’re right.” He stands up, looking down at you. “A good husband provides for his wife. Loves her, spoils her.” He looked down at you and you shivered. “Makes her scream with pleasure, gives her a family.” 
You’re backed up into a wall, and he corners you. His hand reaches out, his thumb running down your lips. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs softly. “But I’ve been avoiding my husbandly duties for far too long.” 
“Shoto no -” You try to speak up but he cuts you off the moment he takes off his belt. 
“(Y/n),” he said your name so lovingly, in a way that you always wanted to hear. “I think we’re overdo for our honeymoon.”
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He holds onto you gently, licking your tears away and gently thrusting into you, nearly collapsing from how good it feels to finally be inside you. 
His moans are soft, but he’s still significantly more vocal than he usually is. He rubs your clit gently, making you wine with pleasure. Every time it sends him closer to the edge. 
Shoto thinks about how good of a mother you’ll be. How gorgeous you’ll look with your tummy round and breasts full. It’s in his nature to be rough, but the first night of lovemaking he focuses all on you. Making sure every thrust gives you a burst of pleasure, hearing you mewl and not know if you’re begging him for one more time to cum.
It’s a miracle that he held himself back for so long, that he never saw the way your eyes almost roll to the back of your head and your body trembles every time he makes you orgasm. The look of shock as he fills you up, your tummy warm with his seed. 
Poor you. You thought that having a loveless marriage was bad. 
Now he wants this. Every single day. 
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suuho · 10 months
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EVERYWHERE WE GO WE KNOW WE GOT THAT JUICE.
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intotheelliwoods · 2 months
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sniffles* I love my huggy sons... did you guys know I love my huggy sons.....
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aioliravioli-69 · 16 days
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Detective Noir AU
Alright, this au has been sitting around, waiting for me to finish it but chances are, I never will :((
So instead, I'll just post what I have so far
This was inspired by that one comment on the au post the author made(at this point you could consider me a stalker for the amount of hours I've scrolled through her feed💀)
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First things first, none other than our main character himself, Detective Hollow!
I made him the detective in this one mainly because I was basing it off of the theory that if there was no heroine the keyholder would simply become the hero instead(don't remember where I read this but I'm guessing it was the webtoon comment section).
I also my have just really wanted to draw him in an overcoat
gonna be honest, I did little to no research going into this AU, the thing I most tried to learn about was the femme fatale so I could get a good view on how to design Buddy
Speaking of the femme fatale:
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Seems like someone got caught in the spotlight!
And before you ask, yes, those are pants. Weird ones, but pants nonetheless. I swear, I hate lighting when it's from the front. Frontal lighting can go fuck itself. Please ignore the little help lines I put in
Honestly, Buddy's outfit was probably the hardest part of this one. I wanted him to look slutty, but I didn't want to make it TOO slutty, but I feel like I may have added WAYY too many folds in his pantsuit and I kinda messed up on the overcoat lol. The diamond on his chest was inspired by the diamond on the villainess key more than anything and I tried to incorporate that into his gloves too.
Anyway, have some potential outfit sketches I made:
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the two I thought might come off as too slutty and
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the ultimate winner of the outfit ideas
As you can see the diamond chest window and fur coat were a mut in this outfit and I'm pretty happy with the end result
Y'all know how the femme fatale usually has to seduce the main character a.k.a. the detective?
Well, y'all know me so have an extra just for you <33
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But I'm not done just yet!
Remember how I said that I made Chase the hero because of the lack of a heroine in the story? Well...
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I did some more surface level research(and I mean very surface level) and decided to adapt the trope of the girl-next-door archetype for him!!
Don't think it suits him, since they usually just sit pretty and wait for the detective to notice them, but they do have badass roles once in a while and I live for those!!!
The one Chase has taken on doesn't though sadly :')
I decided to go with Charlie Hollow for this one because it sounded more like something the timid and 'pure'(yuck I know, but sadly film noir movies often prop up comparisons between the femme fatale and the girl-next-door, this being one of them) girl next door would have
Overall I tried to make this one as cutesy as possible because, why not lol
Lastly(I apologise, I made this in a rush because I was running out of motivation)
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The distance between Buddy and the detective sure did close QUICK-
Originally I was planning on adding Deacon as a police officer and now that I think about it I could technically fit Prunella in here as well, but I just don't have any willpower left to keep this thing alive
My art blocks been acting up recently and I can't even pick up the pencil without immediately wanting to put it down :((
I wish I could have continued this and maybe I will someday, but until then this'll just stay in my drafts
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invisiblegarabgetruck · 4 months
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This is the memory Rick and jer anon back because I just saw your response and I got a really good idea
What if there was a moment where Jerry got hurt and knocked out while the family is in danger and memory Rick, somehow finding a way to take over, decides to pilot for a bit to help distract whoever it is that's attacking?
Also Jerry having the rolly Polly thing where he rolls up into a ball when he's upset maybe it upgrades when memory Rick is in control so now it doesn't just defend, it can attack.
So basically a spiker ball?? Idk but I think it'd be cool.
oh my god, I like the idea of memory-person piloting the body like a mecha lol that would be a really cool way to bring memoRick back again in later seasons. just when we thought we would never see him again, he showed up! (also, I was wondering if memoRick has any influence on Jerry’s behavior during his stay, but it most likely does not?)
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and maybe after the situation, if memoRick grows more comfortable being in Jerry’s mind, they could switch their minds for fun? taking turns to pilot Jerry. and annoying Rick with it lol spiky bug roll ball….. for some reason, I think it would be like Sonic speeding up-- just ramp him into a person. (I think that’d be super cool) though I think you could still use his original form as a weapon. Since those shells are impossible to break (and they look pretty heavy), if you can lift him up, you can just smash someone with that too--
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Character: *has daddy issues*
Me: Don't say it... don't say it... don't sa-
Also me: I HAD THIS DREAM THAT I AM HITTING MY DAD WITH A BASEBALL BAT-
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wizardfudge · 2 years
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recovered daguerreotype of warden ingo with sneasel, approximate year XXXX
bonus colourized and printed versions under the cut
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skrunksthatwunk · 25 days
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i've been reading the ohshc manga and there's like way more of it than i thought and a lotta stuff was adapted differently (especially in different orders) for the anime, and discovering all those differences fresh off a rewatch has been lots of fun. and im learning a lot. mori has a younger brother in the chapter that became the chika episode that they just scrapped completely. no more little mori. the alice in wonderland filler episode was a manga chapter but it was completely different. i have reason to believe tamaki's catholic (or was raised catholic?? which prompts about as many questions as it answers)
it also means im getting to see the chapters that didn't make the cut. like the vice principal's soup chapter. do you know the vice principal's soup chapter? it's where the host club makes the vice principal soup. of course
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muninnhuginn · 2 months
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Thinking about how Bodies (2023) uses "representation" in such an intentional way. Every one of the four protagonists has an aspect about them which heavily affects how they relate to the era they live in. And how all four of them are police despite or even because of that.
Hillinghead. Gay in the Victorian era. He's defensive enough about it that he actively tries to arrest Henry when he finds incriminating photographs that display Henry's own sexuality. Hillinghead can't afford to let anything like that slip because what if it reflects back on him? Reflects back on his family, who he does care for dearly. He joined the police to hide and he plays the part for years until he realises what he may have missed out on.
Karl. Jewish in the 1940s. Changes the name he goes by to a name that sounds more stereotypically English, not because it's something he wants to be called, but so that he blends in. He hasn't been to the synagogue in years but he still knows where it is and he still returns there when he's not sure where else he can go. He's personable, but ultimately, not particularly trusting. And yet, he bonds with Esther almost immediately - a shared background goes a long way.
Shahara. Muslim in the 2020s. Is heavily aware of how race and perceived religion make a situation more dangerous when the police are involved. Is strong-armed by superiors into trying to approach Muslim witnesses because "only she is in the position to" and they know that she ultimately wants to help. She can't afford to refuse when she knows the consequences if she doesn't.
Iris. Disabled in the 2050s. This is a time where it's implied the world has largely left aside conflict relating to sexuality or religion. But despite mobility aids being available in her time, they're only available to those who "contribute". She has internalised the idea that she must sacrifice her autonomy to the state in order to live a life similar to an abled person, and that she must be thankful for this opportunity. Her brother had the same choice as her though, and he chose differently.
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Gunther's a very generous guy during Valentine's Day! :D
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bloggingboutburgers · 5 months
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Wanted to come and thank you for the vent comic. I am still young and pretty sure I'm aromantic (or in the spectrum at least), and since I realized that about myself I have also noticed all the allo and amatonormativity that gets pushed in almost every piece of media. You managed to put into words all the feelings I get when I see or hear stuff that invalidates the identity (like I'm mad, but also I know it isn't meant to hurt anyone? So I just feel guilty for feeling mad?).
Sorry if this is long, your comics have helped me so much in coming to terms with my identity, and I could really see myself in this one. Thank you so much for sharing it!
I'm really glad if I could help, tbh. I think personally I'm beyond saving, I understood all of this much too late and made a fool of myself for years trying to chase stuff I couldn't reach, but... Yeah that's more or less the main reason I drew that comic. So people wouldn't make the same mistakes I made, and understood why they feel the way they feel – because GOD... Being told over and over that I was treated the same as others and I was indeed a part of places when I clearly wasn't really ate at me.
Like you said it's like... It's really hard not to feel guilty for being hurt even though it's not your fault. Just because people didn't mean to hurt you doesn't mean it's your fault for being hurt but... When the contrary idea is kinda pushed on you every time... Yeah it's a lot. My first reflex every time I'm reminded that this is the situation I'm in and that it's happening because I am the way I am is to hate myself. I hate myself a whooooole lot right now. But I don't think I do for fair reasons, somehow, and so I don't want people to end up in the same way I did, and so I just... Drew things. Yeah. I guess that's why.
Thank you for sharing that you felt seen. My situation may be beyond hopeless but at least this way I know drawing this wasn't all for nothing.
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miahasahardname · 10 months
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gee lindsay, how come chris lets you have four romantic partners?
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kasperbunny · 3 months
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wrote a lil thing of danse taking care of arty. i have bad pain days of my own so i wanted to project and vent thru arty. also for context they are at red rocket. enjoy <3
The wooden rocking chair creaked as Artemis plopped into it, the bottom of his cane clinking against the hard, concrete floor and echoing throughout the garage. He sighed exasperatedly, using his foot to gently rock himself as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 
His peace was soon interrupted, albeit not rudely, as the ex-paladin passed by, poking his head into the open door of the garage to check on the other. Artemis thought it cute how Danse always seemed to end up in the same location as him, like he was a lost puppy following him around.
“Hi.”
“Hey, Danse,” Artemis rocked gently, his voice soft as he kept his eyes closed.
“Something the matter?” Danse had fully stepped into the garage now. If Artemis had opened his eyes he would’ve seen Danse looking at him concerningly with those big brown eyes of his.
“...’m alright. Leg is just acting up again.”
“Could I assist you with that?”
Artemis didn’t answer right away. His eyes slowly blinked open as he peered up at the other man, who was looking down at him with his usually stern face, although his thick eyebrows were scrunched in concern. Artemis smiled gently at that. Danse was always so charmingly expressive, even if he didn’t realize it most of the time.
“I’ll be alright, babe. It’s just one of those days.”
“I want to help,” Danse’s heart leapt at the term of endearment. He still wasn’t used to being referred to in such an endearing way, especially from someone like Artemis. He didn’t dislike it, he just needed time to adjust to it.
“I won’t stop you, but you don’t have to worry so much about me. Been dealin’ with it for years,” He shifted his leg slightly, wincing as pain shot up his body.
“I know,” Danse was already down on the ground, sitting himself comfortably on the cold floor as he started to work Artemis’ boots off his feet, “But we’re…partners. I want to help you. Especially considering everything you’ve done for me.”
Artemis chuckled at Danse’s hesitance to call him his partner. He supposed they hadn’t quite reached ‘boyfriend’, but he could settle for ‘partner’ for the time being.
“So you’re just paying back a debt?” He jested, watching as Danse slipped his boots off and tentatively placed them to the side, shoelaces tucked neatly inside of them.
“Not at all,” Danse pressed his thumb firmly into the sole of Artemis’ left foot, letting up slightly when he noticed Artemis wincing at the pressure, “I’m simply showing my appreciation.”
Artemis only hummed in response, fluttering his eyes shut once more and leaning back in his chair, relaxing as much as he could as Danse took over.
They stayed in relative silence for a few long moments, the only noises being Artemis’ soft murmurs of appreciation and Danse’s occasional ‘like this?’ as he worked his hands along Artemis’ leg. Every time Artemis would simply nod his head in response, the pain radiating along his leg and up into his thigh subduing slightly at Danse’s touch. It wouldn’t last long, but the short relief was more than welcome.
At some point, Artemis’ grip softened on the cane in his hand, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud ‘clang’ against the hard floor. He grumbled, cursing under his breath and beginning to adjust himself to pick it up.
“It’s alright. Don’t move,” Danse paused his massage for a moment, picking up the cane that had fallen to the ground and placing it neatly next to Artemis’ boots.
“Thanks,” Artemis mumbled, relaxing back into his chair with a sigh through his nose, “You know, I really like this chair.”
“You do?” Danse looked up at him, his hands resuming their work. His thumbs working themselves into his knee made Artemis hum in appreciation.
“Yeah. I’m glad you built it,” Artemis looked tired, but his words seemed genuine. 
Danse remembered when he had built it. He had been bored, seemingly having much less to keep him occupied since he left the Brotherhood. He had already done as many repairs on the little rest stop as he could, and he could only tinker so much with his power armor. His pacing must have annoyed Artemis, because the man had yelled at him to find something to do, anything but pacing around and making him nervous. So Danse had found some spare wood lying around and got to work. He hadn’t known at the time exactly what he was working toward, but a chair seemed like the best outcome. He figured it would be nice to have some more furniture around their makeshift home, and it occupied him enough to keep out of Artemis’ hair.
“I could build you another,” Danse finally smiled up at him, leaning forward and pressing a small, chaste kiss to the leg in his hands, the material of his pants bunching up where Danse pressed his lips.
“What, so we can sit in our rocking chairs on the porch like an old married couple?” His lips quirked up into an amused smirk as he glanced down at Danse.
“Do people do that?” Danse asked the question genuinely, tilting his head slightly to the side almost like a dog.
“Used to. In my time,” Artemis tentatively stretched his leg out, his pain dull for the moment. Danse was just softly running his hand over the underside of his leg, “Sounds nice, having nothin’ to worry about.”
“I suppose it does,” Danse agreed, although he didn’t enjoy the thought of sitting for hours on end. He was never good at keeping still for long, he always seemed to need something to do, “How is your pain?”
“Better,” He grumbled quietly, seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open, “Probably need to rest. You mind if I close my eyes for a while?” That always seemed to be Artemis code for ‘I need a nap.’
“Not at all. I’m sure Dogmeat and I can hold down the fort,” Danse gave Artemis’ leg one last little rub with his thumb before he rose to his feet, grabbing a nearby blanket hanging across the power armor workstation. Ever since Danse had built the chair and moved it into the garage, Artemis had taken countless naps here, so it was better to leave any spare blankets in here just for that reason.
“Thanks, Danse,” Artemis muttered as the blanket was carefully draped across him, the gentle motion making his chest ache in the best way possible. He still wasn’t used to the sort of loving, domestic relationship they had fallen into over time. It wasn’t perfect, they weren’t perfect, but he appreciated it more than words could express. He wanted to say more, to thank Danse for more than just the massage, more than just the chair, more than just the blanket, but his tongue always seemed to get twisted up. A simple thank you would suffice for now, it seemed.
“Of course,” Danse was smiling that sweet smile at him, the kind that made his eyes soften and his forehead crinkle up. The kind of smile that seemed so genuine and so specifically for Artemis himself, “Try to get some rest, Artemis. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 
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oohbuggypie · 4 days
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could you draw Don from the monster Hunter au… he just looks SOO cunty in ur style (I would really appreciate it 🧡)
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U ALWAYS WANNA TALK ABT ME NOT BEING SLICK WHEN U SEND IN ASKS LIKE THIS LIKE ?? GIRL TURN THAT ANON AWF WHOOO R U FOOLING ... but i love you so here's a lil smthn smthn just for you 🩷
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CLICK ON THE DOODLE PUHLEASEEE Tumblr hates me so bad when it comes to quality omfg .
he's looking at u like that cuz 1. pose practice and 2. i wanted it to look like he was in the middle of a good convo at one of his monster-only parties when he turned around n saw someone who's nawt invited showed up .. 🩷 um as u can tell i fucked up the pose a lil and also im pretty sure he has four fingers or smthn but this is being posted past 11PM and i had a rough ass night bro IM TRYING ✝️✝️✝️ anyway I HOPE U LOOOVE IT MWUAH !!! xx
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