#-.^ these drawings could Not get more indulgent

[saccharinesaja]

Demons are possessive creatures.

It’s not something you have to put any thought into— not really, anyways. But it’s a whole lot harder to ignore when you’re staring at it face to face, shoulder to shoulder.

It’s something almost primal within them, a whisper constantly lurking in the back of their minds. Sometimes it’s easy to ignore. Other times, not so much. A mantra as constant as a heartbeat— Mine. Mine. Mine.

You try to play it off when your attention first calls to it. You brush off the way Romance has a consistent habit of leaving roses in your pockets like calling cards when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, reassuring yourself that it’s just the persona he’s playing up. You do the same when Mystery forgoes his own jewelry pieces, slipping them into your tender hands with no elaboration other than “it’s just a thoughtful gift. A piece of me.” Hell, you even excuse it when Abby lets his muscles free from his shirt, choosing to tie it around your waist instead because it was apparently such an unforgivable catastrophe to let the world be free from the sight of his flexing for more than 0.5 seconds.

It only gets worse the longer you know them.

They draw sticks as to who should be allowed to give up a flimsy justification for dressing you when you aren’t looking, a game Baby has gotten exceptionally good at rigging. (He swears it’s a completely legitimate win streak, a testament to his good luck when he was human. Meanwhile, the others are convinced he might be the most territorial of the group. You, on the other hand, have become very familiar with the infectiously pink fluff that is his sweater.) It’s a race to see who gets to silently ward you as theirs for the day— a firm hand on your shoulder here, a shared bite of their precious snacks there— all of it is more than just good old-fashioned chivalry. It’s a petaled and perfumed chain around your heart, one that snarls that you’re spoken for.

Despite how you’ve attempted to get used to it though, Jinu makes it impossible. While not the most outspoken about it, his methods are by far the worst.

It started off small at first. A missing hair tie here, the loss of one— one— sock here. (You’re still miffed about that one. It’s only fun to mismatch socks when it’s on your terms.) It was barely noticeable. Then, it became impossible to write off. Even if he’s unable to fit into your clothes, it doesn’t stop him from perusing your wardrobe like a fresh supermarket aisle. Entire blankets gone overnight. He might as well take the whole room with him next time, seeing as whenever you return something is gone.

And Jinu? Oh, he just eats every glare you give him up.

He knows you hear it whenever someone compliments the small accessory he’s gained a fondness of— it would be impossible to miss him practically preening. He makes it a note to switch it up every fanmeet so they’ll always have something new to notice outside of his regular getup. And every single time, his response plays out like clockwork.

“It was a gift from my biggest supporter. It’s like they’re always close to my heart.”

After all, how could he resist? Jinu, the same demon perched along your balcony railing long after you’ve fallen asleep. The same Saja Boy who had the audacity to coo, “What’s mine is yours, so naturally what’s yours is mine too.” after you questioned him and his recent behavior. It wasn’t like he had any reason to lie— none of them did.

Demons are greedy. You were no exception to their self-indulgence.

The sooner you accepted that, the sooner you could indulge in them too without shame.

[buckevantommy]

For the bottom buck prompts: nervous ❤️

less smutty, more talky 😌🫶

"It's okay to be nervous," Tommy tells him, voice a gentle balm over his nerves. "If you're uncomfortable, or don't like it, we can stop at any time."

He's so patient and thoughtful and kind that Buck wishes he'd met him years ago during his fuckboy era. "It's not like I'm a virgin." He tries to dismiss it, reminds himself this is nothing compared to some of the shit he got up to in his travels and his early days in the L.A. club scene.

The lube between his cheeks is growing tacky in the cool air. His knees are spread wide to accommodate Tommy kneeling between them. His thick, flushed cock juts out from a thatch of trimmed dark pubic hair and the sight is just as captivating as the rest of him. Tommy pets at his thighs, fingers of his right hand having that same cool and tacky feel against his skin, catching in the fine hairs over his quads.

"It's just.."

"..Different?"

"Yeah." Because Tommy is a guy. Because his cock is real, not silicone or vibrating or metal. Because.. "I really like you."

That surprises Tommy, for some reason. "I really like you, too." And he sounds so damn sincere about it that it eases Buck's nerves a little more, makes something fizz and bubble in his chest.

"I wanna do this, I just, um. Can you tell me what it was like? For you."

Tommy nods, and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well.. I bottomed for a few partners over the years, but. I found I didn't enjoy it as much as topping. It was pleasurable, just.. not my preference."

"Yeah, I get that." Buck's had sexual partners that generally preferred pegging and using other toys. He's always found assplay pleasurable but he definitely had more fun with some partners than others. "Would you do it again? Bottom, I mean."

"If that's something you want to try, of course."

It's not Tommy's preference, but he'll do it. For Buck.

Buck reaches up to pull him down into a grateful kiss and Tommy goes willingly, following Buck's lead. He lets it soften, lets their lips part to murmur in the warm space between them. "Maybe? I dunno. I've, uh. Done anal with women who were really into it but it wasn't something I suggested. Then when I tried pegging, it was like.. I got the hype, y'know?"

Tommy's smile is so tender and he looks damn near proud of Buck. Buck swallows his hum and urges Tommy to lay down between his thighs, wrapping his legs over his hips.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks," Buck confesses, drawing Tommy closer. Because he has. He's touched himself thinking about Tommy inside him, experimented with his own fingers after a long hiatus. He's had wet dreams about it, which is something that hasn't happened in years. It added to his happy, fizzy-chested delight over discovering this part of himself: it's new, and he feels a kinship to his younger self being eager to explore and indulge.

"Me too," Tommy says, and Buck's gut gives a delicious clench, his cock kicking happily where its curved and leaking against his belly.

Tommy kisses him again and reaches for the condom and more lube. Buck hasn't brought it up yet and he doesn't want to jinx it, but this thing with Tommy feels like it could last so he wants to talk about what that means for their sex life. He wants to take Tommy bare, which may be insane because he doesn't even know for sure if he'll like taking a real cock yet. But if he does like it - and the way his body opens around the tip of Tommy's cock pressing into his ass for the first time tells him he will - then he wants to make it happen.

He wants it all.

send me bottom!buck prompts

[oracularvernacular]

scars in the place above the heart

𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 (𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )

✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿ 　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.

You always thought you’d never be loved again.  At least, not fully.

Not with your body pockmarked by years upon years of picking at your skin, little red dots and brown bumps covering your arms, your back, your legs, your chest. Most embarrassingly your chest. 

You were absolutely terrified of Zayne seeing your body and feeling disappointed- or worse- disgusted. I mean, he knew there was stuff on your arms- that wasn’t hard to hide, and you had jokingly made a few offhand comments about your tits looking like you got chicken pox,  but what would happen when he saw the rest? What if it turned him off, or gave him the ick, or any other fancy schmancy word to describe that odd distasteful feeling you get that you never want anyone else to feel when looking at you? 

Yeah, you were scared down to the bone. It actually made you pick at your skin even more, funnily enough. Until that day you went to the pool.

And when you each came out of the changing rooms, you in a skimpy bikini and him without a shirt on, you both paused. Because his chest was covered in scars, too- from his evol. His arms and chest and back and legs. And honestly, he had never looked hotter. 

Or more down bad.

“You look beautiful,” Zayne mumbled, ears already slightly red. His eyes were wide like saucers, sparkling and near-wobbly with affection (you had no doubt you looked exactly the same), and you had never felt more loved in your life. 

“Thank you, baby. You look like tonight’s dinner, so get in the pool before I bite your pretty little face off.” 

He gave you a little upside-down smile and took your hand as you both stepped into the water, you shrieking from the cold as he held you to him, assuring you that it was “merely the contrast between skin temperature and that of the water” and that you would “thermally adapt” in no time. 

Neither of you mentioned anything about skin, or scars, or anything like that. But there was a quiet understanding of each other- both of you marked by your inability to control the power within your own hands, the freezing burn of an icy evol or the wounding pinch of nails drawing blood- and both of you beautiful nonetheless.

Neither of you mentioned it then, no- but times did come when you would find each other staring with loathing at those marks at your own bodies, and when they came, you would press kisses to every scar on the other’s body- every fresh wound, not caring if your lips were bloodied, for it was the blood of the person you would give every drop of your own blood for- until you both comprehended that there was nothing about you that could possibly decrease your love for each other. 

It would be impossible, with love as infinite as yours.

✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿ 　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.

All pics from pinterest, and the fic will be up on my ao3 (miladyofthemeece) soon!

This one was rather self indulgent and deeply personal as someone who struggles with skin picking disorder ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

Due to looking like i got viciously pecked by a bunch of pigeons all over my chest area, arms, legs, and kinda my face, I have a pretty big fear that when I do reach the age where I have intimacy with someone that they're gonna think im actually super duper ugly.

But I think if I was dating someone and they had lots of blemishes and scars, I really wouldn't care if I love them lots! I'd think they're the prettiest darn thing to grace the earth! At least I think that's how true love works, idk. I'm a teen and nebularomantic smh. Σ(°ロ°) But yeah!

And I also thought Zayne, having scars everywhere and all, would be a perfect match for someone with skin picking disorder cause now we twinning!!!! That's my piece hehe~ mwah I love you ALLLL to BITS!

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ xoxo, Oracle~! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[fatuismooches]

I LOVE the idea of a reader who enjoys drawing, painting, crocheting (and other types of art) while listening to the ramblings of their husband, Pantalone. Idk but the idea of doing any kind of art/craft while having the Regrator sleeping on your lap is really cute to me.

Pantalone has always been supportive of your creative pursuits, even encouraging you and somehow giving you sparks of inspiration at times. It's funny yet sweet, a man with as much wealth as him finding so much interest in the things you make. Pantalone loves to ask questions, and then inquire as to how you'll finish it, then kiss your tired hands (providing the best hand-care, by the way), and then knows when to be quiet when he notices you're really focused (despite him wanting to yap, he still enjoys the expression on your face, he finds intensity on focusing on one's goals attractive).

And naturally, lying on your lap (as long as it does not hinder your craft) is the perfect way for the Regrator to observe both in action. (The only problem is that he has a tendency to move his hands around when he's worked up, but in these cases, he tries to keep them down.)

"So? And then what did he do?" You couldn't help but indulge your husband, asking the questions he wanted to hear. It was always adorable how the seemingly calm and composed banker could get so miffed.

"He decides to take the funds and allocate them to another project that I did not approve! I do not understand why he must always be so difficult!" You hummed in agreement.

"And then what? Did you take them back?" But the topic of his grievances had eventually turned into something nicer, which then turned into more of his theories. It was impossible to get bored listening to Pantalone. By then, even he had gotten tired. And yet, despite you urging him to move somewhere more comfortable, he would rather stay snuggled into your lap and fall asleep there (braving the risk of neck pain, as you are too warm to leave). At least when he wakes up, he'll have a new storm of questions and compliments once he sees your progress.

[sexydreamgirl]

Hi Hera

I don’t wanna trauma dump so I’ll be vague but something really really terrible happened to me (don’t be worried I’m not in any immediate danger tho) and I want to revise it and manifest a different outcome and circumstances. however this thing rlly emotionally affects me and so I feel like every time I indulge in my emotions and feel hurt or think abt it, I’m pushing myself further into the state where this negative thing is true. how do I manifest when I’m very emotional? thank you so so much.

I’m sorry, my baby.

I want to tread around this question carefully given the vague context of it just because I’m unable to draw from experience, so I apologize in advance if my answer comes off very dismissive.

When I was in a situation with an outcome I was unhappy with, it was a bit uncomfortable for me to revisit because it would throw me back into a state I didn’t want to be in. It was almost as if I was reliving the unfavorable outcome and I’d start thinking from it wondering what would happen next and how I would respond, etc. It can be hard, I know, but what helped me was remembering that I didn’t have to accept it and I wasn’t responsible for “changing” the situation, I was only responsible for changing my attitude towards it (SELF). From that understanding (that I was the one who had to change), I would then ask myself: what do I want to experience instead? What would put me at ease? What would turn my fear into relief? And I started to imagine the answers. I let myself feel relieved that I no longer had this situation weighing on my shoulders and I no longer had to wonder what my next move would be. And I basked in that relief. Don’t get me wrong, I wavered more than once. Whenever I thought about the situation, I most definitely did feel a little bit anxious about it, but right after I would remember that those anxious feelings were being chosen by me which meant I could choose other feelings as well. It’s important that you don’t make a monster out of a moment, so if this happens, don’t feel like those feelings are something you have to fight off so they don’t cloud your mind. It’s okay to falter. Be easy on yourself and remember to choose to imagine what would make you feel safe, comfortable, relieved. Persist in what you love and let that love consume you. I can’t promise that it’ll be easy on the first try, but it’ll get easier and easier as you persist. Dreaming of love will be your source of comfort, your anxieties will wither if you go after feelings you choose to fall in love with. It’s going to be okay, my love.

I’d also recommend reading this answer.

[bwamatoast]

we need more armpit tickling art../nf

so cruel... do we really....

[windydrawallday]

I enjoy sharing with @cometchasinglove headcanons about how Earthspark Starscream tends to be a flustered mess... but keeps most of these reactions to himself.

Except if taken by surprise... breaking his no-touchy personal barrier is the easiest way to achieve that.

[deviousdiesel]

here's a bunch of drawings from before and after my tablet died and when I tried testing out my new one. enjoy.

[stuckatmyhouse12]

The classic combo of drawing character you like + outfit that you like to wear!

[employee052]

this is your reminder to make ur cringy n self indulgent art bc cringe is dead and you gotta live life (I say, despite the fact i still feel a bit cringe but im being so brave abt it)

lettin myself post n do more art for myself so apologies for the more selfshippy art than usual

[lonichedgehog]

cowboy bebop x trigun crossover pls :3

Well anon, you didn't specify how the crossover needed to be so I indulged a little.

Thanks for the request! :>

[poke-poke-poke]

XY

uh just one wip here-

i kept redoing the bg lol (one was water - one was a 'hall' of xerneas's antlers - one was a rainbow staircase with xerneas's colours-- etc)

but. i couldnt get them to look right (>_>)b

[sixhumansouls]

Ralsei rambles

Sorry I'm a little obsessed but let me get into a collection of just. Random unorganized thoughts here for fun

So one of the first things we learn about Ralsei is that he's been waiting his whole life to meet Kris and Susie. I'm not going to completely deny the possibility that he's lying about any given thing here (we don't know for sure yet) but for the sake of this post I'll assume he's being honest because I don't think he's an evil liar and that's not how I'm looking at his character right now. So right off the bat- he's been waiting his whole life, in that castle, presumably not talking to people (the great door was closed, he seems very inexperienced in social situations, he's never hugged anyone before, he's never had friends before). So he's a very isolated, touch-starved person relying on a prophecy as his one hope in life.

The legend describes himself being some sort of hero, along with two companions. Before even meeting Kris and Susie, he wants to be friends with them, because he knows they will be heroes and he knows he will meet them and those are some of the only things he knows at all.

His mindset is also very "lightners are like gods, darkners are just objects", which isn't something exclusive to him and I am very curious how the narrative will explore that, I can't imagine it'll stay that way throughout the game (at least not in an all recruits route). Either way, this means he puts the other heroes above himself. You see a lot in chapter one this sort of worship for Kris ("if you ARE jealous, I could find a leaf and fan you!" "I could hem floral patterns into your ascot!"). It's especially with Lightners, but generally I think he is very desperate for validation which is pretty obvious because He's Never Had It Before and he wants to know he's doing things Right.

Also talking about this I am getting vague thoughts of his low self worth sort of being reflected in his stats, his defence and health are very bad and he's most useful to use as a tool to heal the other party members. Kind of interesting.

We don't know what object he is in the light world, but we do know that as a darkner he is a literal object (or I guess some darkners in cyber world are programs so maybe it doesn't have to be something physical? idk but he's probably an object and if not he's still not what we'd traditionally view as a person when not in the dark world) and I think that very much relates to how he views himself. When he says he doesn't know what "being Ralsei-like" means, I think it's in part because he's not used to viewing himself as a person. He is some sort of object, he is a hero in a prophecy already laid out before him, and he is the prince that lives alone in an empty castle. He doesn't have much perception of himself outside of these sort of roles he's been filling out.

I talked about this in my "puppet scarf" fic, but I think Ralsei is a puppet as well. Not as literally as Kris, of course. I think his metaphorical strings are the prophecy, and he's so set in his role that he can't even consider breaking away from it. And, until he does, I think he'll have a hard time finding himself, because he needs to have an identity outside of what's expected of him and right now he doesn't really. I think Susie will almost inevitably help with that, because she's sort of the opposite. She's nothing like what he expected and she's constantly breaking rules and expectations. I think that if anyone could teach Ralsei to be more independent and to break away from his current mindset and perceptions, it would be her.

And she's already started. She's taught him sarcasm, she taught him that a friend isn't necessarily a kind person and that she's great the way she is, she demonstrated that (while breaking away from the team and attacking enemies wasn't necessarily ideal) she was able to find belonging and friendship in that through Lancer. Lancer himself, as far as we've seen, is barely in the prophecy, so him becoming so important was probably unexpected to Ralsei- things are already somewhat diverging from the story laid out before him.

(Super irrelevant side note- Susie says in chapter 2 that she taught Ralsei sarcasm, presumably while the team was split up at the crossroads, but Ralsei actually uses sarcasm in chapter 1 independently from her. When in prison, he says "well this is a fine 'how do you do', isn't it Kris?" and I HIGHLY doubt that that was genuine so.)

Susie and Ralsei's friendship will definitely be an important one. It's harder to speak on him and Kris because we just don't know how Kris feels about him exactly. He clearly resembles a Dreemurr (to the player he most closely resembles Asriel, but we don't yet know how Asriel currently looks in this game and I don't believe any character has directly compared the two out loud yet? Their names are anagrams, but I think all there's been so far is Susie saying he looks like Toriel and Noelle saying "he looks kinda like" before being cut off. Anyway) , and I imagine that probably makes their relationship awkward considering Kris is currently really missing their brother. We don't know how much Kris might know about dark worlds independently of the player, they did have that save point prior to the game, but I doubt they know much more about Ralsei than we do other than maybe something from those brief moments they have alone with him while we're off with Susie.

Other than the resemblance to their brother, we kind of just have the tea to go off of, which gives me the impression that they feel neutral about him. Still heals them, but not as much as other teas. Ralsei and Noelle's teas heal each other just a bit less than Ralsei does for Kris, and I imagine Ralsei and Noelle are about as neutral feeling towards each other as you can get since they Don't Know Each Other, so it being a bit more is probably a good sign? Obviously both Susie tea and Kris tea heal Ralsei a lot those are his best and only friends and he loves them so so so much

I'm not much of a theorizer so overall my thoughts are: Kris feels pretty neutral towards Ralsei. They probably think it's weird that he looks like their brother and there may be context we don't have with their conversations away from the player. Considering that I don't think he has bad intentions, I doubt Kris thinks that either because where would they get that idea if there's nothing to imply it, so I don't think they actively dislike or distrust him. In Puppet Scarf I had them be upset at him for not helping with their soul but they don't hate him there they're just kind of annoyed that he won't even try to help them because he thinks it's all destiny ANYWAY THIS ISN'T ABOUT MY FIC

I do very much like his friendship with Lancer. I've explored it a bit in my fic "uncertainty" and it's certainly a dynamic I think about a lot, I might write another fic about them at some point. As I mentioned earlier Lancer wasn't really in the prophecy beyond "that one teardrop headed kid who's just there to represent darkners" and prior to the game Ralsei's perception of him is probably mostly just "this guy is the king's son and works for the king and therefore is working against us". So Ralsei had like no intention of being his friend because if anything they'd probably be enemies. And yet….

Ralsei I don't think has it in him to be mean just in general- he's not even mean to the King even though he really should be. And Lancer isn't very good at being mean either, considering the way he "insults" Ralsei tends to just be weirdly phrased compliments? ("Kindboy" "Delicious little apple" "sweet little peas we love to see" "earn a second doctorate smart genius"). They both can't help but be nice to each other and through Susie being their mutual friend it's sort of inevitable that they become somewhat unlikely friends. They come from completely different mindsets, Ralsei obviously being super dedicated to the prophecy while Lancer was completely dedicated to his dad and the fountain before meeting Susie (and still probably doesn't care about the prophecy itself, moreso about his friends in particular) but they're both like. Yeah of course they'd be friends anyway.

Also they're both princes which always seemed significant to me. Like we're drawing attention to a parallel. Although I guess now Lancer's a king but shhh. Also neither of them know how to run a kingdom who left these kids in charge

Anyway um. I like Ralsei a normal amount clearly. Very excited to see where his arc is going I hope he finds the journey of self discovery fulfilling and I hope he finds freedom from the roles he's been assigned

[cornhighlights]

I have to remind myself that I'm allowed to dip my toes back into other fandoms if I want-

[chitinleg]

so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

[nosferatufaggot]

Becky Botsford jr high version is such a coin toss because I could totally see her leaning HEARD into academics and wanting to be taken seriously.........but you also cannot tell me she isn't wearing an alicorn onesie to sleep each night.