#3 dome

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Lemuria Hub

[xxplastic-cubexx]

dare i say it but ur bald charles is so smackable. the way u draw his fuckass chrome dome w that shiny gleam on it gives me life. i’ve never wanted to slap anything the way i want to slap that bald head and it’s genuinely killing me that i can’t /pos

<3 ur art btw !!

i need to print this out and tape it to my wall for daily inspiration im so serious thank you so much....

i made his dome extra shiny for you anon

[feniksido]

What did they think was going to happen if they won?

[jeeaark]

Quite a coincidence that all the 'The Illustrated Adventures of Balduran' Books that you find all have the same saucy pages about Balduran loopholing out of a devil's deal are torn out. Quite a coincidence indeed.

Anyway, I may have taken a particular letter from the Emperor the wrong way when I drew this. About telling you to take comfort in the old life so long as it doesn't hold you back from the new. I'm now sure it was meant to be a kind word of advice based off personal experience, but hrm. Grey's going through a 'Don't tell me what to do' illithid rebeillion phase.

Perhaps the Emperor was trying to help them mentally prepare for letting go when the time comes. Perhaps meta about the game, or at the party, or even if/when you outlive your friends. Because they do get rather hungry when a companion bids them farewell at the reunion, so maybe the struggle to let go triggers the urge to hold on to them forever. By eating their brains. Grey stops having an illithid rebellion phase and takes Emps' advice to heart after that.

[2aceofspades]

1D warm-ups~

Been a quick minute

(:

[worldsewage]

[crispy0nion]

Shadowheart: Wow, Bhaal's really bad at interior design.

Gale: Fr. Hey, did you know Mystra has a really impressive sex dungeon?

My scared ass who was just trying to figure out how i would survive fighting Orin:

[hotluncheddie]

omg I didn't realize you wanted chubby steddie asks 🙈

as much as we love the babygirlification of Steve Harrington..... I'm obsessed with boyish manly Steve who is chubby and Eddie is obsessed with him!!!! I'm thinking about your one fic with the sweaty tank top!!!!! do you have more thoughts on this??

yesssssss!!! anon yes yesssssssss!!!!!

not me being like 'yeah! sweaty task top fic nice nice' then realising i have like three different posts that have Steve in a sweaty tank top lol

thankfully @scoops-aboy86 came in clutch with a new tank top sciario <3 (and held my hand thru writing the end lmao ty pal)

but i just love an ex jock trope, i love bulk under muscle and i think big beefy hairy guys are hot - and Steve harrington deserves to be all of that, and more

and also, importantly, eddie munson deserves to have all of that too, in and around him, all the time, in the form of Steve Harrington.

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Eddie had come to accept the wealth of things he could be into, the actual buffet of people and scenarios that could get his dick hard. He's had more than his fair share of knuckle biting orgasms over the ex chief of police Jim Hopper. Before and, maybe worse, after getting to know him.

So he knew what it was to have something of a shame wank. To enjoy a moustache or two and a paunch at a middle.

But nothing, no deep seated daddy issues or fantasy of being held down, could ever prepare him for Steve Harrington.

Post upside down, post eventual college and transition to work. Post two bed apartment with Robin, then two bed apartment with Robin and Eddie. Then actual full blow house with Eddie, and more often than not weekend guest Robin. Dating Steve for as long as has was one thing, loving Steve with everything he had was another, and being loved by Steve was something he still had nights of panic about - silent tears as fear and self doubt gripped his throat, nightmares about it all being an elaborate prank that sneak their way in even with Steves arms wrapped tight around his middle.

but Eddie had him.

Was allowed to love him, and worship Steve for all that he was worth. It was wonderful. Eddie knew that.

But it had its challenges. Nothing past Eddie could've done would help current Eddie for what he was in for.

Like how Steve had bulked up over the years, settled and filled out in a way that made those visions of Hopper, and guys from bars he really shouldn't have been at, all come surging back.

Steve was thick, and strong and still so achingly beautiful. Boyish in his actions at times but also protective and capable in a way that made Eddie swoon. Honest to god. Made him feel like a main character in one of those bodice ripper books he had seen (taken out and read) at the library.

And then Steve made it worse.

So so so much worse.

Because Steve went and got a tattoo.

Well, another tattoo. He added roses to go along with the robin and branch on his arm, adding to its greenery with red petals and thorns that Eddie knew were secretly for him. He’d said, offhandedly, that they were his favourite and he knows, because he knows Steve, that thats something he'd listen to and remember.

He’s a die hard romantic.

And now Eddie is going to die, hard.

Soon, if Steve doesn't put a proper fucking shirt on.

Steves been wearing his stupid, old, cropped, white tank top since the appointment. He's "letting the tattoo breathe", "doesn't like the feeling of the healing skin against the fabric", "wants to do it properly". "hates Eddie and wants him to die of hard dick, big-fat-ball disease."

He glares at Steve from the other end of the couch, and maybe only three of those things are something Steve's actually said, but, he thought them. All of them. Must have.

Because Steve's tank is so old it's nearly see through, the peak of his pink nipple evident and distracting. The cropped end keeps rolling up and exposing his wider bellybutton and soft sides. And, as always, with any tank top, with any tank top on Steve, hit tits are there - hairy and lovely and out.

'Steve, please.' Eddie whines, he doesn't think he can take much more.

Steve just raises his eyebrows, taking a swig of beer and not looking away from the tv. 'If I sweat too much, it'll mess with the healing.' He says.

Eddie just crosses his arms, sinks lower into the couch. ‘Can you put on a normal shirt at least? For my sanity, for that alone, please?' Not wanting to sound desperate, but he is desperate.

Steve sighs, muting the TV. 'C'mere.' He holds his arms out and Eddie crawls into his lap. Still sulking, arms still crossed. ‘Eddie, you’re the one who gave me the tattoo. I’m following your instructions.’ Steve says gently.

‘M’firing Robin for getting you to sign the info form.’ He grumbles.

Steve smiles at him, tucking some hair behind his ears. ‘You can’t fire her for doing her job baby.’

‘Maybe not’ Eddie sniffs. ‘But I’m not sharing my baby blue ink with her next time she gets one of her slutty little lady sailor pin ups booked in.’ He mumbles to himself.

Steve pulls Eddie in closer, hands on his waist as he leans in to whisper in Eddies ear. 'Aren't I being so good though? Following what you said, no strenuous activity for two days right?' His voice a little breathy, soft.

And that makes Eddie pause, makes his insides churn and his heart rate increase. 'Ye-yeah.' He rasps, eyes wide. 'So good Stevie.'

'So we have to wait until tomorrow, like you said, yeah?' Steve asks, eyes all big and sweet, lips in a little pouty.

Fuck. He's right. Eddie dug his own grave.

'Yeah.' He sighs. He can do it, for Steve.

Steve smiles sweetly at him, tapping Eddie on the ass and shifting him closer so Steve can unmute the tv and keep watching his game. 'Good boy.' Steve says, kissing Eddies temple.

…Wait. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows, half hard and confused.

But Steve just holds him closer. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, and whines.

[pillowenvelopchair]

Viktor carving runes into his body and now Jayce has his hex crystal embedded in his arm. I see you writers.

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Mentopolis episode 1

[politemagic]

IV who always gets onto his partner when they skip meals, his heart aches at the thought of his love not taking proper care of themself. He's the kind to whip up a bowl of buttered noodles or a little quesadilla at a moment's notice when he hears their tummy grumble.

IV who comes home from a long time away, desperate to get his hands on his partner again, missing the feeling of their skin against his. He drops his bags at the door and is on them in seconds, his lips meeting theirs in the hungriest kiss, pulling them flush against his body, hands wandering to every inch of exposed skin he can reach. His tongue just barely slips through their lips when they pull back to whisper, a mischievous smile on their face.

"Have you eaten anything yet today?" they whispered, knowing he had a bad habit of not eating on travel days.

Furrowing his brow, he shakes his head. It had been a long day of driving and he'd been so excited to see them the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. When he shook his head, they slip from his grasp, causing him to whine at the loss of their familiar warmth in his arms.

"No play until you've eaten something," they tease with a wink, tapping their index finger against his nose gently. They disappear into the kitchen, leaving him alone in the entryway of their home. He groans loudly, knowing that they're making him pay for every well-meaning message about their eating habits.

He's grinding his teeth while he watches them whisk through the kitchen, his eyes raking over their figure as they're gathering the necessary ingredients for their signature meal. It wasn't anything complicated, but it tasted like them and it tasted like love, and despite the much less innocent thoughts racing through his mind, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace he hadn't felt in weeks as the familiar smell wafted towards his nose as he sat at the kitchen table watching them work.

They've never seen him eat so fast, shoveling every last bite into his mouth before he practically throws his dishes into the sink, scooping them off their chair. A surprised squeal echoes through the kitchen as he planted them onto the table, standing between their legs with his hands on their face.

"Happy now?" to which they only nod. He wasted no time in crashing his lips back against theirs, his tongue slipping into their mouth to offer the faintest taste of the delicious meal they'd just made for him. A token of appreciation for the care they showed to him, a silent thank you for looking out for him.

But he was about to make and even more delicious meal out of them.

[herprincess]

she is gonna live forever

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I have a fran drawing, I can’t capture her essence like u but wanted to draw her.

I present franeto

SHE'S SUCH A DARLING OMG HELLO LIL LADY HIIIIIII

[pcktknife]

I've taken so many pictures in this cave I'm so happy y'all have no idea

[fen--harel]

to quote megamind

Megamind: Oh, you’re a villain all right, just not a super one. Titan: Oh yeah? What’s the difference? Megamind: Presentation!

[shuyume]