#So the anatomy can be more accurate. =3=;

[noname-nonartist]

My friend, K: What do you even like to draw in jjk other than your favorite characters?

Me:

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: Two unfinished digital paintings / sketches of the hatchling and Hal from outer wilds. they are standing with their arms around each other and the hatchling has their head leaning on hal's shoulder as hal watches the supernova in the distance through the doorway of the museum. the first image is the scene viewed from behind with everything lit in bright blue with dark shadows. the second image shows hal's face looking in fear towards the light and is only partially colored, the rest sketched over a gray background. End Image Description.]

something you'll run back in for when the house burns down

[nanamiscocksleeve]

hello!! i really enjoy ur fics, u write the lads and jjk men so well <3 i'd love to request sylus (or zayne if there's an abundance of sylus reqs) with prompt 4 or 17 (whichever suits ur fancy)

apologies for being indecisive 😓💗 thank u and have a wonderful day!

Hello there! Aw, I'm flattered you think so, I try to keep the content accurate to their personality. Went with Zayne for this one and #4 aka clit spanking. Thank you for sending in this request! PS, I'm going through a professor phase again, so that's where this is coming from.

Clit Spanking

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You whine as you lay back on Professor Zayne's desk, legs spread apart, you skirt hiked up around your waist. Your panties has bee slipped off and were now being held captive in his blazer pocket. You'd been failing his anatomy class when he'd offered you some lessons. Except this was a much more hands on approach than you'd expected.

You shiver as you feel the edge of the riding crop stroke teasingly up your thigh before it settles on the tatch of hair on your mound. "What is this called?" he asks as your brain struggles to remember.

"M...mons...pubis." You stutter embarassedly.

"Good girl. And this?" The riding crop moves down to the side, tracing the fleshy lip near your thigh.

"Um...La...labia?" you ask, feeling your face flush, knowing your pussy was wet and probably clenching under his gaze.

"Good. That's an improvement. Now...what about this?" The riding crops dips downward and lightly caresses your entrance and you gasp, twitching. "Well?" his voice asks commandingly.

"Um..." You rack your brain, then whimper. "Vulva?"

"Wrong." You squeal as the riding crop is smacked onto your clit, the sudden sting of pain adding to your arousal and humiliation. He strikes it again, the resounding noise of the riding crop smacking your wet skin filling the classroom. You wriggle, trying to soften the blows but he spreads your lips apart and repeatedly brings down the leather until your clit throbs from need.

When he finally decides enough is enough, he supplies you the right answer. "It's the vagina. The vulva is a collective term. But this hole right here-" he suddenly pushes a finger into you and you cry out at the instrusion. "-Is the vagina." He withdraws his fingers and licks them clean before continuing.

"Now, what is this?" The riding crop traces your clit and your breath strangles in your throat. "Don't know the answer?" He hums as he runs the riding crop over the sensitive little nub. "This is something you should be very familiar with."

"Cli...Cli..." You can barely form the words from hear of being slapped again, but also from how turned on you were. "Clit."

The riding crop strikes your clit, but in a much softer manner than before and you squirm. "Close. But let's not use slang hmm?" Zayne watches you with a feral look in his eyes. "What's the full name?"

"Clitoris."

"There we go. See I knew you had the brains. That you weren't just some dumb whore." The riding crop strokes your clit and your hips refelexively move against the movement. Zayne chuckles darkly at the motion. "But right now, you're not a smart whore. You're not even a dumb whore. You're a needy whore."

He issues a series of light slaps on your clit that have you mewling and crawling further up his desk on your back. He steadies you and gives a painful slap as punishment. You cry out, feeling your clit tingle.

"Stop trying to escape. I'm trying to help you. Do you want to cum or not?" You glance up at him and nod.

"Than stop resisting. There is no reward without punishment." He pushes two fingers inside you again, playing into the patch of sensitive, spongy, tissue and all you can do is gasp wantonly. As he does so, he repeatedly brings the riding crop down over your swollen clit and you cry and whimper helplessly, all the while feeling pleasure and heat gather inside you.

"That's it. I bet you'll never forget your anatomy ever again hmm?" His amber eyes bore down into yours as you struggle underneath them, then with a jolt, you feel your orgasm rip through you, causing you sob as the gratifying waves ripple through you, causing your cunt to spasm.

Zayne watches with satisfaction before he gestures to the hard outline of cock visible through his pants.

"How familiar are you with male anatomy?"

You shake your head naively, trying not to smile mischieviously.

"Well then. Guess I'd better give you another lesson."

[theriverbeyond]

DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS

🦴 Harrow, photo editing, bones et al by me! 📸 photo and harrow robe by @trickstercheshi

took these pics like 2? months and then totally forgot to post them here! anyway Harrow currently features 122 hand sculpted bones (86 of which are in the rosary!), not counting the spares I made or the 336 resin teeth I bought & drilled for her bracelets and waist chain.

my central requirement for this cosplay is basically that every bone (except the face/ear jewlery) HAS to be made as close as possible in size and shape to an anatomically accurate human bone, because I am nothing of not committed to the inherent wonder of human anatomy. this means: no bone tits, no sizing bones up or down as convenient for aesthetics, no animal bones. I think it turned out great and I'm soooooo excited to make EVEN MORE bones for when I wear her next >:3

rigcage progress is documented on tumblr here, and under the cut are some extra ramblings & detail photos of her rosary & stole!

the rosary is based off of normal catholic rosaries, altered it to fit Ninth House aesthetics. a normal rosary has 5 sections ("Mysteries") made of 10 beads each.

MY rosary has nine (9!!) sections for the Ninthefold ressurection, with each section being made of 8 bones. specifically, each section is made of carpal bones, and there is one carpal bone per section to represent each populated House. anatomy fun fact! humans have 8 different carpal bones in the body (one set in each wrist) all of which I lovingly sculpted to attempted anatomical accuracy.

phalanges are the "separating" ("Our Father"?) beads, and the hanging centerpiece is a metacarpal articulating with 3 phalanges -- "the knuckle of your great-grandmother that represented the Rock, and the Universe, and God." (HtN p. 118).

I went back and forth on what I wanted the centerpiece to be, because "knuckle" has an original anatomical meaning (the talus bone -- of like, sheep, so not an option here per my central requirement) but it also has several colloquial meanings. I've heard "knuckle" being used to describe both the interphalangeal joints of the fingers and the metacarpalphalangeal joint as well. I actually did end up sculpting a life sized human talus bone to test how it would look as the centerpiece, but rejected it due to it simply looking very goofy due to scale and size (it was too big 😔). I also learned how to do a proper hail mary knot for this!

anyway: behold some more pics

for Harrow's stole, I was inspired by @/thatbonejunky's art here as well as @/bondibee's art here! I really wanted to lean into the religious leader aspect of her character. Harrow as not the Reverend *Daughter*, but the *Reverend* Daughter -- especially as this is, due to my own proclivities, definitely a Butch Harrow™ cosplay. The fabric is this cool celtic pattern from JoAnns and the skull is applique + hand beading! I went back and forth on if I should give her tassles on the bottom or not but honestly it came down to tassels just seeming more dramatic, and Harrow deserves this

phew ok that was a lot of rambling. all bones are made of creative paperclay, an air dry clay, and painted with basic acrylics. did you know you can find hundreds of free 3D models of bones free online on sketchfab or by searching "[bone name] 3D model". what was i saying. anyway. i love bone :)

[radicalcircuit]

Introduction to Drawing Metal Sonic

Texture-less 3D models are from @/mellow-elbow 's massive folder of Sonic character models and reference photos. (And I love you for that, I use it a lot) Which are models ripped from the games. All other photos used here are from the IDW comics (Mostly issue #12) and other official sources.

➟Link to Folder ➟Metal Sonic Folder

Machines/computers are pretty and I wanted expand my skills, and am fixated on Sonic. So I found myself drawing Metal Sonic lately, and feel like sharing my learning experience on drawing this fucker since I found it interesting. I also needed to do something with these references because I used so many.

Obviously, do whatever you want. I am not going to police people on how they should be drawing a fictional robot. I mean hell, I don't draw him game accurate either and am still learning. I was interested in the details and robotics of it all to get a grasp of how he is drawn and be messed with.

From the references alone, his designs are more complicated and simplified between each artists and modellers.

Once removing all the overwhelming details, Metal boils down to very basic human anatomy. Or more accurately: he is a ball jointed doll. Think of how you can move the limbs of a Monster High or Barbie doll, it's similar.

To me, it seems that the joints where he can pivot at 360° are the shoulders, hip, neck, and risks. The elbow and knee areas are able to swing front and back. (Not sure if that needs to be said but here it is).

Pauldrons are able to move too. (Think this is the most obvious but I need to remind myself this)

Break down the hands into a basic drawing skeleton, a slightly curved rectangle for the palms and 3 joints for the fingers. Then draw the rest of the details from there since he has no muscles or fat.

There is a ball joint at the base of the thumb. That itself is a huge joint on the hand.

Fingers are drawn kinda skeletal.

Dude's pretty flat chested, and so his torso section goes inwards.

A lot perspective will come into play when drawing him in different angles, especially those where body parts mesh into one another. Keep in mind that he can't squish like someone with flesh.

Can't remember where I heard this, but the design philosophy for each metal character is that everything on them has a function. Again do whatever you want, but if you want to make a game accurate design then keep this in mind. (It's not the case for Neo, but dude is allow to have a sense of fashion)

[illustromic]

My thoughts on drawing wings (an unofficial tutorial)

Do you want to get better at drawing your favorite winged character? Do you have winged OCs? Just want to learn something new? I can't promise this post will help, but maybe it'll give you some helpful tips.

I know, I knowww, wing tutorials have been done to death. I don't care. This was initially inspired by a conversation on twitter, but actually I've wanted to write down my notes on the topic for a long time lol. Basically wings are one of my special interests so it's very important, for me, to draw them both nicely and also realistically.

On that note, let me first show you my resume *distant sound of floodgates opening*

Like what you see? Read on! (Oh, and I will only be covering feathered/avian wings bc those are the type I know best.)

Now, I'm not here to give you a step-by-step guide on wing anatomy and aerodynamics, because there are plenty of other resources that cover this already, and I'll list my faves at the end of the post. Right now, I'm going to give you some easy guidelines and tricks that I wish more artists knew.

1: Wings do, in fact, have bones (crazy, I know) and are actually very rigid because they have to support the weight of a living creature. There are some positions you cannot physically force a wing into irl.

2: Flight feathers are not placed willy-nilly on the wing, because then they wouldn't catch the air properly. Again, like the bones, they are rigid and strong, so don't draw them like fur or ribbons. All wings have the same pattern of feather placement, with slight variation depending on species. If you learn the feather sections, it will automatically improve your drawings a lot.

2.5: Feathers overlap each other like a handful of playing cards, and this looks different depending on which side of the wing you're drawing. They always do this unless they're extremely untidy.

3: The size of the wingspan is important if you're going for a more realistic design. There is no "scientifically accurate" measurement when it comes to fictional creatures, but my general rule is when in doubt, you probably need to make them bigger. Personally, for my original winged human species, I give them wings that can be up to 12 feet long each (the artistic sacrifice is that it's really hard to fit the wings on the dang page lmao, so make your own call).

4: Get used to drawing folded wings. Most of the time, birds keep their wings folded because it prevents them from getting damaged and it conserves energy. The trick is to get good at visualizing how the joints bend and overlap (look at plenty of photos!) In general, they can fold much tighter than you think.

5: Wings and feathers take a lot of patience to draw, but the results are worth it. I've seen so so many incredibly beautiful and skillful artworks that are---well, maybe not ruined, but still negatively affected by a pair of wings that look like an afterthought, or not even like wings at all. You have no idea how much a little extra time and practice will add to your work until you see for yourself.

Finally, some notes on "stylized" wings: Of course it's perfectly ok to draw more simplified/cartoony wings if that's your preference!! BUT there is a difference between a stylistic choice and a lack of effort/poor understanding of the subject matter. Even cartoonists have to learn the fundamentals of realism so they know how to make their designs logical and appealing. Here are some examples of more stylized wings that I feel retain the core principles of anatomy/aesthetics:

And last but not least: A list of helpful links I use personally for reference and inspiration!

I made this pinterest board for general artsy inspo, and this board to curate my very favorite tutorials/refs/information, focusing on the scientific aspect of wings and flight in general. Feel free to use both! (I also suggest pinterest in general for pose refs and such, but try to only practice using photos at first and not other drawings.)

I highly recommend this blog and this blog if you want examples of artists who draw more realism-based winged creatures!! They are both huge inspirations for me and I think you should totally follow them even if you don't plan to draw wings lol <3

If you're REALLY serious about it, my favorite ref books are: Winged Fantasy, a lovely drawing book by Brenda Lyons; Proctor & Lynch's Manual of Ornithology; and Angelus vincens by R. Spano, which is essentially an artbook by someone who (I believe) designed biologically plausible "angels" for their senior thesis.

Ok, idk how to end this lol but I hope it helped! I know it's not my normal kind of post but I'm super busy with college stuff rn and this was all I had time for. If you guys have any questions or feedback, please let me know!!!

-Aloe <3

[spideydreams00]

Turn the lights off/on

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Trigger warnings: NSFW, witchcraft and demon invocations, dom!eddie x sub!reader, tentacles, anal sex, oral sex, lose of virginity (reader) dacryphilia, bdsm, corruption kink, unprotected sex, dubcon (it’s actually dark), oral sex (male r) non accurate descriptions of witchcraft, use of “Y/N”, reader has female anatomy, hints of YN getting bullied at school. lemme know if i forgot something. (Let’s ignore “Kas” is from dnd please) (reader is +18)

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

(𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞) (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝)

Usually loneliness didn’t bother you, to be honest not much things bother you, maybe the girls that pull your hair as hard as they can but it’s not their fault, you should know better than to wear your hair down in front of them. Then there’s the guys, they never try to hangout with you either, to scared that you’ll cast a spell on them but brave enough to pick on you, “it’s none sense” you think

Of course you were aware of your “not so common” hobbies, how much they bothered everyone around, you mommy doesn’t know how to talk to you and daddy doesn’t even bother anymore “they’re bussy” you think

You grew to love nature, the sound of the rain and coldness of the wind are better company than any of your classmates at this point “that must be why no one likes me, for having those thoughts” selfish selfish girl

Anyways, that was yesterday, you shrugged at the thoughts and continued to look through the bookcases, most of them are too tall for you to reach and you’ll certainly won’t ask for help, hopefully something interesting will be there for you able to reach or not, until…. “THE UNDEAD AND ENTITIES” caught your eyes “bingo” you beamed until you read the rest of the title “Advanced witchcraft” well, here’s the thing, you’re not an exceptional witch that comprehends everything but hey! You casted a “self love spell” yesterday, this must be on the same level. Confidence is everything.

You grabbed the book and sprinted to “Susan” the librarian, she just made an annoyed sound and sighed (completely unsurprised).

To eager to get home you sprinted towards the exit until you almost slipped, the floor was wet “hmm?” It started raining and you didn’t even noticed silly silly girl.

By the time you got home your hair was soaked and your rubber boots covered in mud, dirty foot prints on your carpet but your excitement was way stronger than they worry you felt for you to actually do something, when you got to your room you stumped into the edge of your vanity, “fudge!” You cried, great, now you have a bruised hip how ever that wasn’t the important, you were more interested on the book you just dropped, it opened itself into a page the legend “Kas” was all you could read until you took a closer look.

You traced your finger over his photo “pretty” you thought this man- demon was indeed pretty, his long brown locks looked silky in the picture, he appeared to have red eyes and his skin looked gray-ish but not so much, he had tattoos and pretty factions adorning his face, if he wasn’t a demon he could be an angel or a god, “Ironic” you thought….

Finally you began to read the instructions. Salt, candles, black obsidian, 3 drops of your blood… Yeah yeah you have all of those things thank god again ironic, you traced the salt circle and pinched your finger with a needle, dropping 3 drops in your chalice and positioned the obsidians how the instructions said…

Kas

Kas

Kas

Nothing happened, you’re not sure what to expect, but absolutely not nothing! You heard the wind chimes and sighed, “well maybe it doesn’t work” you groaned and began to retire each of the items from it’s place and when you finished you sat on your vanity “why didn’t the ritual work?” Of course you were frustrated, were you a bad witch? At this point you’re not even sure it your self love spell worked too

“Why the sad face?” You heard a voice say, and when you looked in the mirror there he was.. he- that- thing- man sitting on your bed looking at you though the mirror..

“Shit!” You cried “okay it fucking worked you thought” god you don’t even swear! Wait, god?

“I’ve seen really fucked up places doll face, like really fucked up places, but i have never been invoked in a room like- this…” he judged the pink wall paper of your walls

“I’m sorry im sorry!” Pathetic little cries came out from your mouth not so brave now right? The stranger tried to take a closer look to you making you fall from your vanity chair landing on the hard floor with a thud… it made him chuckle. “Please please, don’t hurt me” he chuckled and hovered over you “why am i here doll?” He asked again caressing your soft thighs with his claws, they were sharp, but not to sharp to instantly tear you apart.

“J-just wanted t-to practice” you pleaded “practice what?” He asked sternly “R-rituals?”

He smirked, god what a pretty girl, he haven’t had much action in decades, he noticed the way you looked at him you were afraid of course, but also intrigued

“P-please…” you sounded defeated and he began to sniff you neck, taking a deep breath inhaling the scent of your perfume and your shampoo blending with fear and lust god you smell fucking perfect

“Are you scared?” You nodded. “Then why are you wet?” He asked

Shhh he cooed and you heard a slimy sound… he has tentacles hollyshit “What’s your name?” He asked “Y-y/n” you said and then you felt his tentacle began to rub little circles over your panties (skirt for easy access) the rubbing motions making your panties wet and not entirely because of you, his tentacles are wet themselves, he pressured harder making you whimper

“Does your pretty little clit feel good princess?” He asked and you cries in pleasure “it’s puffy already princess, do you neglect it? Don’t you treat your pussy right?” fuck

The only thing you can do is moan and cry in pleasure when you feel the tip of his other tentacle rubbing circles in your entrance “messy girl” “gonna put it in, gonna put the tip in” he said making you clench in anticipation, your gummy walls hugged him just right feeling the texture of his tentacles drag inside you

“I’m a v-virgin” you cried in pleasure. “well, not anymore sweetheart” he smirked and pushed his tentacle all the way inside you making you cry out in both pain and pleasure “f-fuck so tight pussy’s made for me” the soaping sounds your body was producing were addicting his eyes locked in you even though your eyes were rolling back into your head, he noticed the lack of a bra under your top now your hard and sensitive nipples were pressing against it

He pinched them through your top with his index finger and his thumb making you yelp “Y-yes! Yes more please!” Your high pitched moans drove him insane “gonna give it hard to you whore” his tentacle inside you began to fuck you faster, harder, slamming into you so hard it kissed your cervix, it hurts but the motion of his other tentacles rubbing your clit felt so good.

Then another tentacle appeared making his way around your torso and holding you in place “how does it feel bunny? You look so cute all cock drunk, well tentacle drunk” he chuckled “G-g-good ff-feels good” you babbled, he started to palm the huge bulge in his pants moaning “fuckin’ h-hell bitch got me all worked up, all because that tight little pussy-“ he noticed that way you were clenching on him and the louder your moans got “filthy thing you’re gonna cum” he angled his tentacle so now he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you, the one that makes you see stars, the one you never reach when you touch yourself late at night and hump your stuffies, then you feel it, you’re gonna piss- oh no oh no

“Stop! G-gonna- need to” “Just fucking cum!” he growled… and it was inevitable the pressure on your abdomen ceased and white hot pleasure invaded your body making you see spots, you’re soaked and your body is vibrating “Yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna fucking breed you, gonna be stuffed to the brim bitch- you f-fucking BITCH!-“ he growled, pleasure invading his body, it was too much for you, you tried to move back, away from his delicious tentacles but he grabbed your hips holding you in place that’s gonna leave a mark

Then you feel it…. Not only your second orgasm but his… the first rope of his seed “Oh-my-“ he starts but it’s interrupted by his own moans you’re crying and his moans are so hot and needy, animalistic, he’s cumming so much, enough to feel a chalice at least, he’s pumping you full of his cum “M-milk me- Milk me!” He gasps for air but you’re cumming too, clenching so hard against him making it impossible for both your orgasms to stop…

Both your moans ceased and his arms are tightly wrapped around you, his tentacle still there too, you tried to catch your breath and his head rested on the crook of your neck, it felt peaceful but it didn’t last long “Need more of you princess, need another hole” he croaked

Before you could protest he flipped you onto you stomach, now in all fours he splits your legs apart, his tentacles wrapping around your ancles, he pushes your tits out of your top too

“Look at these baby fuck” he rasped and pinched your nipples again, this time also massaging your tits. You were still trembling, tears falling from your pretty eyes, he was so fucking hard, balls blue even his dick hasn’t been in you just yet, only his tentacles that had filled you with cum too… the tentacle in your pussy moved again but slowly and you cried, over sensitive, the other one applied pressure on your clit again but didn’t move, the one thats wrapped around your torso starts to play with your nipples, flipping and rubbing them, just like the one thats on your clit.

You feel another one “fuck” you think, its sliding all the way from your calf to your ass to your tight rim, it’s circling it, making it wet, just like lube would do

“Is this little hole a virgin too sweetheart?” He asked smugly “Your pussy- fuck sweetheart, she’s the best I’ve ever had” you wanted to feel proudly but too deep into submission to even think about yourself, Kas is your master now “All of me K-Kas… I’ve n-never done anything with any-anyone” you said

“Hmm?” Cute he thought “Fuck doll, even that pretty little mouth?” He chuckled and you nodded, this time proudly, it all made sense now, you’ve always been his that’s why life turned this way

He kept circling your rimm with his tentacle and tried to test the waters by dipping just the tip in… again the texture driving you insane. You whimpered at the sensation and felt him slide deeper into you, this time making you cry out, both pleasure and pain

The tentacle in your pussy began to move faster

“You’re gonna be a slut for me aren’t you baby? Might been a virgin a few minutes ago but look at you now… the dirtiest slut I’ve ever seen, so full of my cum. Don’t worry baby, i have more for you, gonna be stuffed”

“I’m your slut Kas, all yours” you cried and it felt so unnatural to talk like this but not displeasing “Eddie” he said

“W-what?” You asked “It’s fucking Eddie!” He growled and pushed the tentacle all the way into your ass making you fucking cry, the tears falling from your eyes making him want to fuck your harder, everything he has was slamming into you faster Harder He got rougher

Now you were crying and panting like a bitch in heat your mouth fell open and it was too late for you to protest when you felt another tentacle sliding into you mouth muffling your moans, cries and whimpers, it was too much, but it felt so good

“Fuck!” Eddie cried in pleasure, you didn’t know and he wouldn’t tell you but you were overstimulating him. How was it possible that a human was making him feel this good?

The tentacle slides trough you throat fucking it, the other one pistons into your ass and your pussy is nothing more than a fleshlight he’s fucking roughly… the circles in your clit we’re erratic now, faster than your fingers will ever allow you to go and your nipples? Oh god your nipples… You think you can cum only from the way he’s playing with them

Your eyes are rolled back and at this point you’re squirting, soaking everything and cum falls from your pussy making a little puddle on the floor

You can’t let him know you’re gonna cum… how?

“B-baby baby-“ he cried “gonna make me cum g-good girl? I’ll breed you okay? Gonna let me breed you?” Its a rhetorical question, even if you don’t want him to, he’ll do it, he’ll fucking do it

It’s building in you again, it’s too good it’s too much and you can only hear the wet sounds your body is making You cry again in pleasure and everything went white… your vision the only thing you hear now is…

“I’m cumming! Fucking whore I’m cumming!” Your tears blur your vision but you feel all the cum filling all your little holes… a literal cum dump

it’s over it’s over….

You feel him collapse on top of you, his whole weight into you is welcomed and you feel all the tentacles leave your holes slowly

You’re covered in sweat and so is he, it’s too sticky to be comfortable and you try to move but-

“Shhh shhh” he cooed “Don’t move baby, let me have this” you noticed the huge wet patch on his pants he came untouched your breath calmed down and he picked you up gently and placed you on your bed “Eddie” you rambled, the dizzy look on your face letting him know you were still tentacles drunk

“Fucking precious little thing” he growled, “I’ll come back later okay? You’re too interesting to let go now” He kissed your forehead and disappeared leaving you all sticky on your bed

Fuck

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Lessons in Anatomy and Affection (Hunter x reader)

Summary: You decide to put Hunter's anatomy knowledge to the test.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone, here be smut; f!reader, unprotected PiV, creampie, switch!Hunter and switch!reader, teasing, lots of teasing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hi guys! I'm alive! I meant to post this months ago, but I've been busy, so with the new TBB season finally airing, I figured this would work now. Enjoy, ya heathens. (If you've sent me an ask, I've seen it! My inspiration has been very low lately, but it's on my radar <3). Originally a gift for @vimse

Hunter exhales a shuddering breath as you blow a stream of cold air over the stripe you’d just licked up his neck. His hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and comforting, and you delight in the way that his fingers dig into your side just the slightest. Throat bobbing with an audible gulp, Hunter turns his head to find your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded and blown with lust already, and they gleam in the soft, warm glow of the fairy lights of your bedroom. His dark curls splay around his head in a halo. 

“Cyare,” he rumbles. 

You shush him gently, pressing your lips to his. Under your wandering hands, the expanses of his bare, toned body flex and ripple, goosebumps trailing in your wake. Mouths moving together at a slow, unhurried pace, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when you curl your hand around his stiff length. 

“Kriff,” he breathes. “N-Need to touch you, cyare, please.” 

“I know, Hunter,” you murmur. Trailing kisses down the opposite side of his neck, you lavish extra attention to the sensitive spots you know drive him crazy. When you’re rewarded with a shaky sigh, his head tilting away from you to grant you better access, you smile against his skin. “But you have to wait. Think you can do that for me?” 

After a moment, his hands fall away from your sides. Pulling back, you study his features. His teeth worry his bottom lip, but his eyes find yours again, steady and dark and desperate. In the twinkling fairy lights, Hunter’s skull tattoo shifts and dances; though you know its base function is camouflage, to you, it’s always been beautiful. 

Glancing down the rest of his body as he’s stretched out on your bed, your mouth waters. The tattoo drips down the entire left side of his body, every bone etched into his skin with precise and accurate detail, from the large, sturdy femur to the smallest, most fragile phalange. He’s always been beautiful to you. And when he’s like this, relaxed and pliant, his beauty is nearly radiant. Anticipation curls in your lower belly and nestles deep, tightening your core with desire. You remove your hand from his cock before you lose track of the game you want to play. 

“I need to hear you say it, love,” you whisper, cupping his face. 

“Please,” he says. “Whatever you want. Just so long as I get to touch you at the end of it.”

“Always.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his chin, you shift so you can kiss down his body easily. “Ready for the rules?” 

Hunter nods.

“Good. I’m going to touch parts of your tattoo—” You ghost your fingertips over the inked-in fifth rib as if to prove your words “—and you’re going to name the correct bone. Get them all right, and you get your reward.” 

His nipples stiffen from your touch and the sultry promise of your words. “And if- if I miss any?” 

Tweaking one of his nipples, you hum while you think. “Miss one, and you can only hold my breasts. Miss two, just my hips. Miss three or more, and you don’t get to touch at all while I take my pleasure from you. Understood?” 

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out. His hips stutter up in anticipation.

Sitting up, legs tucked under you, you let your gaze wander Hunter’s form once again. Sweat has already begun to collect in the dips and valleys of his muscles. At his sides, his fingers twist into the soft cotton sheets in anticipation of the sweet torture you’re about to enact. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths; at the apex of his thighs, his cock bobs gently with each beat of his heart. 

When he begins to fidget, you take mercy on him. 

“What’s this one?” you murmur, trailing your touch along the gentle curve of one of the tattooed ribs. 

“Third rib,” he answers immediately. 

“Very good.” Featherlight, you glide your fingers across his heated skin. “And this?”

“Sternum.” His voice is only the slightest bit shaky.

You move up to his throat and lightly tap the bisected cervical vertebrae that covers the central bump of his throat. “This?” 

He swallows, his throat bobbing under your touch. “C5.” 

Delight skitters over your skin at the way that his voice has already begun to drip with raspiness. Catching your lip between your teeth, you take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the way your pussy flutters with need.

When you’re ready, you move on again. You sweep your thumb in a soothing semicircle over the swell of Hunter’s shoulder, and wait for him to answer.

“Th-That’s the scapula,” he says, a waver in his voice. “The front edge of it.” 

Warmth rushes through you, a heady mix of pride and lust. “Very good, Hunter.” 

Tired of simply touching him with your fingers, you shift down on the bed to press a kiss to one of his arm bones, lips warm and soft against his skin. 

His breath hitches. “Radius.” 

Another kiss to the other bone earns you a sigh of, “Ulna.” 

A pleased hum vibrates through you. Bypassing his hand, you shimmy lower still on the bed to place a kiss to his kneecap.

“P-Patella,” he rasps, voice catching.

Gazing up at him for a moment, your mouth waters at the way that he’s not even looking at you. His neck is strained and his eyes are squeezed shut. Closer at hand, precum beads at the tip of his cock, practically begging to be licked. Tempting though the idea is, you force yourself lower yet again.

You target one of the tiny bones of his foot, and flick your tongue against it. A groan punches out of Hunter’s chest as his fists tighten in the bedsheets. Mouth working, no words sound from him. 

You lick the tattoo again. “What’s this one called, love?” 

“I- I don’t know,” he admits. 

“That’s too bad,” you say, words full of syrupy regret. “One missed. What does that mean again?” 

A strangled sound claws from Hunter’s throat. “It— It means I can only touch your breasts.” 

“Good boy,” you murmur. Pressing a fresh kiss to his foot, you smirk against his skin. “Now, tell me this one.” 

Chest heaving, Hunter squirms. It takes him a long, tense moment, but finally he gasps out, “Second metatarsal!” 

“Atta boy.”

Crawling up his body, you intentionally let your hand brush his cock. 

“Fuck!” he swears, voice cracking. “Please, cyare, please.” 

“Please, what?” you say. Tilting his face to you, you search his expression for any hints of distress. All you find is desperation and need. 

“Please, just...” He swallows thickly. “Need you.” 

“Just a few more, love,” you promise, “then I’ll give you what we both want.” Skimming your knuckles over the blank space of his cheekbone, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Tell me this one, Hunter.” 

“Skull,” he says, but his voice is hesitant, guarded. “Zygomatic.”

You kiss his opposite cheek, humming your approval, then reach for his inked hand. He releases the sheets to let you lick a thin stripe up his entire pointer finger. “In order.” 

His hand squeezes yours. “Distal, middle, proximal phalanges.” A shuddering breath leaves him. “Then the metacarpal.” 

He’s done so well for you; you just need one more answer from him. Your own arousal is getting more and more difficult to ignore as slick makes your thighs slippery. Nudging his wrist with your nose, you make sure your breath fans over his skin, warm and comforting. 

“Trapezoid,” he breathes out.

“Oh, Hunter,” you coo, brow furrowing in mock pity. “I’m so sorry, that’s not the right one.” 

“W-What?” His head shoots up, a frantic look in his eyes. “Yes—it is, look it’s—”

He points to the one you just nosed over, frown overtaking his features. You let him process the information for as long as he needs—which is a few long moments, given the way his irises are nearly black and his skin has retained its goosebumps for several minutes now. When you see the realization dawn on his face like the sun, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“S’okay, love,” you mumble against his mouth. “That’s the trapezium, but you were so close. And you can still hold my hips while I ride you.”

A broken groan slips from Hunter, but his hands immediately fly to grasp at you. Swinging your leg over his waist to straddle him, you catch his gaze and hold it as you line his cock up with your dripping entrance and—

Matching moans echo throughout your room as you take him inside you. Dropping your forehead to his, you lower yourself inch by inch onto his cock, until your pelvis rests flush with his hips. No matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch, his cock filling you in ways that make you feel complete. Whole.

“Thank you,” he sighs, eyes locked onto yours. His nails are blunt but no less painful where they bite crescents into your skin. “Stars, you always feel so good. So warm, so tight.” 

Bracing yourself with your elbows to either side of his head, you roll your hips instead of answering him. Hooking your feet over his powerful thighs, you set a lazy pace, driven only by the intense, burning need to make him finish with you. His hands never stray from your hips—always a dutiful partner, always willing to listen and follow orders to their conclusion—but even so, his touch burns into you, scorching your very soul. 

You turn your head to rest it on his shoulder, working your hips a little faster. “I love you.” 

“Stars, I love you too,” he murmurs. His fingers squeeze your sides. “Love this pussy, too.”

Chuckling, you flex your core just to hear him grunt. “That all?” 

“‘Course not,” he says. He’s close; you can tell just by how clipped his words are, how strained his voice is. “Love your ass. And your thighs, your tummy, your hands—f-fuck—your eyes.” 

His words drive your hips faster, making you chase a release that suddenly rears its head. Pleasure thrumming under your skin and sliding through your veins, you moan at his praise. You bite into his shoulder, whining. 

“Love how you take care of me,” he continues, voice softening. “Love the way you care about us. I just love you, cyare.” 

“Maker,” you gasp out. “Hunter, I- I’m—” 

“I know, mesh’la,” he murmurs.

His grip turns almost painful as he takes control, dragging your body back and forth over his. Toes curling, your moans muffled against his skin, you delight in the way that he knows exactly how to move you, to make you see stars. 

Somewhere in the symphony you two compose together, of moans and sighs, whimpers and groans, you find the edge of shattered bliss. Hunter can feel it, and he presses his hips up into yours just enough to shove you right over the cliff. Body locking up, you cry out for him, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Pleasure burns through every nerve ending; your ears ring, vision black at the edges for a moment, as you let Hunter give you what you both needed. Through the haze, you’re dimly aware of the way his hips falter as he cums, too. Warmth spilling within you, Hunter pants against your skin, nails digging into your flesh.

When you both come down, you raise your head to meet his gaze. His eyes crinkle in a soft smile. 

“Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hey,” you mumble. Sleep already begins to curl around your senses. “Thank you.” 

He releases your hip to cup your face. “What for?” 

“I dunno.” Biting your lip, you offer a smile. “Just being you.” 

Hunter brings you down to kiss you, a sigh of, “Always,” fanning your lips.

Because Hunter is your always, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[cheeseanonioncrisps]

So, fun detail I just noticed about Megamind:

Famously, throughout the film Megamind mispronounces certain words, most notably: "hello" ("olo"), "Metro City" ("Metrocity") and "school" ("shool").

Like many fans, I'd attributed this and other oddities— like not knowing what a window is— to his unconventional upbringing and general social isolation. His speech sounds a lot like the way people pronounce words that they've only seen written down, so maybe he just hasn't had enough practice talking to other people out loud.

Lovely theory, very angsty, makes sense that this would be what the film-makers intended.

Except…

You know who doesn't seem to have this problem with pronunciation? And who in fact attempts to correct Megamind's pronunciation of various words more than any other character?

Fucking Minion.

Minion was there for literally every step of Megamind's childhood. They were raised on Earth together and went through seemingly the exact same experiences. Yet somehow Minion came out the other end knowing how to answer the phone and what a window is and why people use codes, while Megamind didn't.

And I am just so fascinated as to why.

Top three theories:

1. Megamind isn't actually mispronouncing words due to lack of practice, but rather for some other reason.

Maybe there's something up with his ability to hear certain sounds, or his alien anatomy makes it harder to pronounce them. Maybe he's neurodivergent (I mean, he definitely is, but maybe that fact is affecting his speech).

2. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but there's something about Minion that makes him need less practice to pick up new languages.

Possibly as part of their protective role, his species has advanced language acquisition programmed in so they can act as translators. Else, while Minion and Megamind landed on Earth together, it's not 100% clear whether they were actually at the same age/developmental stage when that happened. If Minion was an adult (or older child) when he became fluent in English, he might have consciously focused more on accurate pronunciation than Megamind did.

3. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but Minion is getting more practice than him.

This is… honestly the theory with the most evidence behind it. Like, we know that Minion isn't in jail at the start of the film, so he's clearly mot spending the same amount of time in solitary confinement that Megamind is.

He also appears to be in charge of providing Megamind with the resources needed to carry out his plans, which would presumably require him to communicate with scrap merchants, crocodile breeders and Romanian outlet store owners (among others) on the regular.

And like… if he's not getting thrown in jail whenever Megamind does, and Megamind is spending a fair amount of time on the inside, then Minion has to be doing something to pass the time. He's clearly a bit of an extrovert, and seems to take more pleasure in interacting with people than Megamind does.

It seems unlikely that he'd spend all his time sitting in the Evil Lair waiting for Megamind contact him or escape. So what does he do?

I find it both sweet and hilarious to imagine that Minion actually does have his own social circle outside of Megamind.

Minion goes to DnD on the second Tuesday of every month.

Minion gets advice on making costumes for Megamind from his weekly sewing circle.

Minion has been going to university online for the past eight years and is currently working towards his PhD in Marine Biology.

Minion is a semi-regular at Metrocity Night Clubs.

Minion does volunteer work sometimes with kids at the Metrocity hospital.

Megamind has barely any idea about any of this. Like, he knows Minion goes places at various times.

He knows that when he's rampaging through the streets Minion will sometimes stop to wave hello to various people that Megamind has never met. He's seen the half-orc paladin costume that Minion made for DnD.

But he's never really asked about it, and Minion has never seen the need to tell him. So long as Minion's happy, Megamind's happy, and so long as Megamind's happy, Minion is happy.

Meanwhile Roxanna, post-movie, has to grapple with the fact that sometimes she'll go to visit her boyfriend only for him to ask if they can go out for dinner instead because Minion's book club is meeting in the Evil Lair, and he's been gently encouraged not to come back after what he said to Helen about her (wrong) opinions on To Kill A Mockingbird.

[thatweirdfandom]

hurt comfort prompt:

zoro doesn’t understand why the cook is so skinny

he is the gym freak so he’s always helping the crew build muscles - but with sanji he just stays the same?

he also questions why sanji chooses to do smaller workouts for muscles he hasn’t even heard of

chopper does know all the medical records of the crew- he knows the limits and can be upset when it’s ignored-

sanji always has to check up with chopper because his body - while he takes care of it- can break easily

zoro gets annoyed by this and try’s to confront him- he’s confused and mistakes this as him holding back (kunia flashbacks similarity)

pop- zoro has unintentionally dislocated sanjis shoulder and promptly freaks the fuck out- 1 he would never hurt the crew intentionally that is actually HURTING the crew- ie sanjis hand to should ratio is always off limits

anyway sanji is used to this- while he is more careful about his arms it still makes him upset

they cool off for a bit away from each other. zoro comes back to help apply kt tape and they talk

sanji explains that even though he is strong. strong enough to fight zoro and others- doesn’t mean he doesn’t have limits. even now- he cant feel them since wci so he needs to be more careful

everytime he gets hit- yeah he doesn’t feel it- or his body fixes itself now- doesn’t mean it’s good. his joints and muscles suffered damage when he was younger- his body isn’t magically 100% at most it’s a solid 60% and even with the regeneration he needs to be careful.

each time it happens he can feel a shift. he can feel a slight change- he isn’t as accurate, a slight tremble turns into a noticeable one on a bad day

he explains this and how even zoro himself should look into more then main muscles- that he looks out for the crew the best he can in diet but there’s only so much he can do

it’s why he does yoga and pilates with the girls (franky and brooke too)

he does resistant training with luffy

he doesn’t over exert himself on one training method or anything else- he takes his time because that’s what he needs

zoro learns all this and after helping sanji apply tape and stretch he fucking dissapears for a week (how on a ship he will never know)

zoro comes out a week later having read 10 books on anatomy and exercise methods (5 from chopper and 2 from robin ans 3 from sanjis collection)

zoro is still a drill sargent in the gym but he curates his workouts more- he talks to sanji about what the crew needs. heck he has meetings with sanji and chopper about keeping the crew healthy and top shape

zoro corners sanji in the bath later and he sees this as him being the most vulnerable just like sanji opening up to him

so he opens up about not only wanting to be the best because of his promise but because he cares for the crew that death is too unkind and quick and he wants to make sure everyone is safe, ready and able

sanji kicks him for corning him the bath of all places but understands

he opens a bit about how he was raised how he sees things and in that moment something just kinda clicks in his head and instead of freaking out it’s just a long groan of “wow how did i only notice now”

and he’s like welp whatever i guess then kisses zoro and idk they have sex you choose wink

[buf309]

Pose Reference Resources

I promised Dia (aka aerequets) that I will make a collection of pose references in the reply of one of her art posts, and then I completely forgot about it. Until now. I'm sorry for my bad memory.

So, yeah, better late than never I guess?

The pose collection I use the most is no longer free. They used to let you download a whole album (more than 8GB worth of data) to use offline, but now you have to pay $40/package or $200 for full sets. I still have the zip file for a very old version of theirs, but I can't legally share it. So, let's skip to the other options.

1/ First, you heard of those 3D dolls program that let you model your own reference pose? This one is an online one and for free, the whole ordeal. Of course since it's online and free, you can't save your model for next time, and it costs quite a lot of time to set the model up. So, you should take as much screenshots in as many tricky angles as you need once you done with the setting. Best using for complicated scenes where those below don't have what you need already available.

2/ This one is free and in 3D, you can rotate the model to any angle that you need. The only set back is the numbers of poses are quite limited. This one is best for using as a basic blocks then build up what you want to draw, or just as a practice to improve your understanding of human anatomy.

3/ This one is free for personal uses and the pose collection is massive. The setbacks are the language barrier (it's in Japanese, English is sometimes tag-a-long) and you have to search through their pages for what you need. The pics for each pose is static but they are in different angle in almost 360 degrees. There are many 2-person and 3-person poses too. Great for illustration inspiration.

4/ This one will only show reference photos of human head, at whatever angle you rotate the model. The web interface is easy to use. There are options like searching based on gender, ages, emotions, glasses, facial hair or not, etc. Good for practicing face drawing.

5/ This one will show reference photos for human body parts, at whatever angle you rotate the model, read the instructions for how to do it. The web interface is quite hard to use at first, just tinkering around for a bit, and you will be fine. There are options like searching based on gender and which particular parts that you need refs for. Good for that moment when you go "huh? how is this <body part> will look in this <situation>????"

6/ This one will only show reference photos of animal heads, and only the head, at whatever angle you rotate the model. The accurate skull refencence list is their best point. There are enough common species in the drop down list. Tbh, I don't use this much because I often need refs for the whole animal most of the time. But it's best for furry artists, I guess?

7/ Real model photos. They sell pose reference in themed packs, but there are enough free packs to use as drawing practice too.

8/ This is the best for general background reference. Lots of options. Not really good for very specific location results, but good for random background in drawings.

9/ Lastly, for specific objects or background references at strange angles, I often search for 3D models on this site then take screenshots of whatever I need.

That's all, folks. Hope this list can help ease some of the struggles that we will encounter on our quest of learning the art of drawing things 😂

[grimmsbride]

❛Can you focus on me?❜ ⸺ Geto Suguru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. given you endless stressing, suguru just wants to take your mind off of anatomy just for a little while..

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. ooc suguru (it’s honestly my first time writing for him i think—) | dom! suguru | oral sex (f. receiving) | overstimulation | usage of pet names | finger fucking | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. short & sweet thing i randomly came up with after completely anatomy assignments <3. as usual please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

The screen was a blinding white, the naked body of a typical white man drawn upon it; little white boxes hanging off and labeling each body part. A few were filled in, whilst others remained blank. You’ve been stuck studying this for about an hour— worrying over body parts, functions, and much more.

Despite how challenging this current task was, you loved anatomy. A body part wasn’t always as simple as an arm or leg, this class helping you see deeper then that. It was interesting; all the different names for a single limb.

However, it didn’t matter how much you enjoyed the class if you were currently stumped. Your notes simply weren’t helping like they should, and you refused to use the internet. There was no learning from that.

Continuously you would slide back from the desk you were seated infront of, using a finger to point out the body parts you knew for certain. The accurate names escaped your lips in a soft mantra, eyebrows knitting close together whenever you stumbled or forgot a word. The frustration was growing, a telltale sign you should leave this assignment for now.

But, you were stubborn. And very intuitive; if you stepped away now, there was a chance you wouldn’t come back to the assignment.

A sigh of escaped your lips, catching the attention of the man currently laying amongst your sheets. His hair was loose from his usual lazy ponytail, and eyes focused upon the tiny book resting within his hand. Though, the gaze did. switch over to you in a second.

“You should step away for a moment, [Name].” Geto spoke. Your studying antics weren’t a surprise nor out of the norm; your mind simply believed cramming it in a single session was the most affective method. While he couldn’t exactly agree, you were a great student so the man couldn’t totally find fault. Still, hearing your unhappy sighs whenever you didn’t understand material was enough for him.

At his words your head lifted, turning your swivel chair to glance at his direction. That was tempting, both the suggestion and him; laying across your sheets in nothing more then sweatpants with the waistband of his boxers poking out. But, you refused— head shaking to effectively rid any second guessing out of your mind. “If I do that, I’ll never get done.”

The corner of his lip rose in a small smile, hand falling to allow his paperback to rest on his lap. “Maybe.. but you’re burning yourself out.” A worried tone hugged his words, eyes dipping across your form. Again, it was common for Suguru to urge you to take a minute. Just a single minute away from the stressful task.

And most times, you refused.

“I’m almost done anyway, Sugu. I promise.” You weren't completely lying. The diagram you were currently labeling was the second to last question, which made this so much more aggravating. You were right there, you simply needed the final push.

Suguru stared at your back for a moment, unmoving and searching for the solution to your stubbornness. Most times he could never find one, given it’s a trait that has seeped into odd aspects of your life— and relationship. He found it endearing at times, cute at others. But downright irritating at most. Especially when your stubbornness came at your own expense.

A soft breath escaped from his lips, pushing his forgotten book to the side before swinging his legs over the bed. With a single rise, and two long strides around the furniture he was approaching you; coming right at your side.

Noticing him, your hand quickly moved to grip the top of your laptop. Suguru was notorious for grabbing it off your desk or even closing it after assuring your work was saved. Such antics you were used to, and couldn't afford to happen.

But, it seemed his focus was elsewhere completely. Suguru’s hands rose and found your armrests, gripping them tightly. He switched your chair away from the desk, hovering above you. “Take a break.” His sweet voice urged again, lowering to allow your foreheads to brush against one another.

You glanced up at your lover, feeling your eyes flutter the moment his lips ghosted your warm skin. You always wondered if Suguru practiced magic in his past time, given how easily you could fall under his spell. His touches, gaze, and cool breath rolling against your skin. You were leaning into the man as his lips lowered to the side of your neck, nibbling against the skin gently.

Tempting.. tempting, it all was. You nearly shot up from the chair in desperation. But, your work came first. A steadfast commitment you had to keep.

Your hands rose against his chest, gently pushing him away from your neck. “Suguru..” You murmured softly, fighting yourself on this decision.

He was sighing even softer at his point, hands sliding from the chair and down to your thighs; uncovered given the nightshirt you wore. “You’re gonna burn out,” Suguru spoke, lowering before you until his knees hit the floor. Your eyes widened as they followed his movements, lips parting as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“— get upset, tired, and become unable to focus on anything.” His words were true, quick observations and results he’s took in since the beginning of your relationship. Suguru’s hands lifted your thighs, pushing you back in your chair until it bumped against the wall. With this leverage he was raising you even higher until your covered cunt was flashing him, the thin fabric of your pajamas pushed up to your waist.

“Suguru, yo—“ The words were caught in your throat the moment his lips traced the inside of your leg, a shiver running through your body all the way down to your toes. You felt him laying your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving you wide to accommodate his large size.

Suguru’s fingers then rose, delicately gliding across your panties before pulling them to the side— allowing them to stay caught on the junction between your thigh. He got closer, pressing his lips against your mound gently and squeezing you close the moment you twitched.

“Just a small break, love. I want you to step back and simply focus on me.” Suguru spoke right against you, lips traveling to your slit before you could even reply. A hand slithered between the two of you, thick fingers separating your wetting folds. Eagerly, your lover’s tongue escaped his mouth to lick a bold stripe along it; the flat of it catching your swelling bud.

You gasped at the feeling, leaning back into the chair and melting within moments. Here you were again, succumbing so easily to his spell— this pleasure. His tongue had only just started gliding across you and you were already keening; thighs twitching with each swipe across your hardening clit. Every pass you were getting wetter and wetter, arousal growing in large waves.

Your breathing was getting heavier, head lighter, and your mind emptier as Suguru continued. What’s more, the moment his lips wrapped around your clit— your thighs were squeezing his head, his name falling from your lips in a heavy cry. He moaned against you, soft mmms vibrating against your pussy as he devoured you entirely.

Releasing your clit, his tongue went flat against you; circling your heat. A mixture of the man’s saliva and your arousal dribbled down from between your thighs and to your taint, surely staining the leather seat under you. Your stomach was clenching, hands abandoning your shirt to instead curl your fingers through his hair.

Little tears were forming in your eyes, slamming them shut as the pleasure consumed your body. You were shaking, a bubbling storm ready to burst within minutes. It felt as if Suguru had only just started to toy with you, and yet you were so close already.

“Fu—fuck, fuck..hm—!” You gasped out, fingers tightening on his hair, pushing your pussy right into his face. This alone caused his hands to fall under your ass, assisting you in rising your hips even higher.

Suguru always loved this part of it all; the desperation. There were times you were so shy and reserved whenever his mouth was on you— as if scared to express yourself. But that’s exactly what he wanted, for you let go. Every twitch, moan, gasp, and more; Suguru would stay here for hours until he got every single one.

A prize that wasn’t only for you.

His hand slipped between your thighs again, pushing two thick’s fingers inside your wet entrance. Not even a second passed and he was curling them, pushing against the spongy spot within you just to feel you shake even more.

“Suguu.. fuck—!”

A breathy chuckle fanned right against you, his messy lips rising into a sweet smile. “Oh, look at that.. making such a mess for me.” Suguru breathed right into your pussy, fingers plunging in and out of you at the perfect angle.

Your hips were rising to meet the thrusts, clit throbbing as your hands trembled. Cries of pleasure escaped your lips freely, pornographic sounds that had his cock straining against his sweats.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh?” Suguru’s eyes dipped across your form, lidded and filled with lust. It was no secret he was proud of himself at the moment, fully stealing your attention away from the silly assignment. The smirk on his face even deepened the moment he noticed your computer screen had gone black.

“That’s it sweet girl, release it all for me. Let it out..”

His thumb rose to rub tight circles upon your bud, coaxing you with a come hither movement within your wet entrance. Your walls pulsed around the digits, thighs closing around his arm as the pleasure began to peak. Suguru’s eyes were focused completely on you, savoring the woman before him that twitched so uncontrollably.

Your head knocked back against chair, crying out as the pleasure surged through you— releasing all over his fingers. Which didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you until harsh, overstimulated whines were escaping you.

“Fu—fuck, Suguru— I get it, I..” You cried out as little tears lol spilled from your eyes, trickling down your hot cheeks. Despite your protests and trembles his movements never stopped, continuing to curl his fingers to allow his finger pads to grind against that special spot

“Mm.. don’t think you do. Anatomy still on your mind, sweetheart— huh?” He was torturing you now, fingerfucking you with no concern for your well-being. Despite your weak cries and trembles, he fully expected a reply; shown in Suguru’s raised eyebrow and rising to be face to face.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You quickly shook your head, arousal pooling with each thrust; making a sticky mess between your thighs and the chair. Your walls were clenching around his fingers harshly, chest raising and lowering at such an intense pace it was nearly concerning. The burning yet pleasurable sensation of your orgasm was licking at the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any second.

Suguru leaned down, using his free hand to grab your throat and move you closer to him. His thumb rose to press against your cheek, planting his lips against your own in a deep kiss. He swallowed the sweet mantra of his name you bellowed, feeling your thighs shake before your hips rose for the last time.

Your release was dripping by now, coating his fingers. Unlike before Suguru withdrew his digits, allowing you to finally breathe.

The kiss broke apart shortly after, a single string of saliva connecting your lips. You leaned into the man, panting softly as you felt his hands fall to your hips.

“When’s your assignment due, love?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Suguru chuckled softly to himself, rising you up from the chair and moving towards the bed.

“You can pick it back up tomorrow morning.”

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[leixo-demo]

any tips on how to draw in the splatoon style?

Ive been trying over and over to answer this question but i simply can't, cus i dont know how i make stuff, i did 2 tutorials in the past and they are simply me going "yeah you just go black in your mind and then come back and boom!" I tried to film myself a few times but still it's simply me zoning out filling a canvas of millions of sketches and then just drawing and drawing. There's no step by step thing, I simply just go BRBRBRBRBBRR and like adding really REALLY specific details and then BRBRBRBBR.

I tried hard, to think, why I make it accurate, I honestly tried for over 4 years to do splatoon looking art before i even opened this account, especially for commissions or doing more splatband art, people can give you feedback and if you're good enough they'll pay you.

I really came to think I was the best to just hate the art i did 3 days after, I did the "pufuu" moment trying to fake leake art or something and you can really put there if ppl is 1) so desesperated for new art 2) youre good at it

Then I tried to think, well did i studied the style? Yesss,,, at the begining, then i starts to differ as different artists besides Inoue, and his style also develops, so basically as long it fits,,

These 3 drawings just look complely different from each other and still it simply makes them more unique.

"But then how you make it splatoon?" You simply can't, cus it is not just one person, there is a lot, make it your own, give it your own twist, but, what about brushes, THATS what gives the style... right?

MogaChumu, on devianart

this art LOOKS officinal, but it isnt, thre's barely any rough edges like in original, there's some shading but it is not like in the original

is it the anatomy? neither, you can clearly see how they change every time how they draw inklings, sometimes the draw eyebrows in place, sometimes they round the faces sometimes they color pink they mouth despite the ink color. IT IS NOT JUST ONE PERSON.

I can't really give you more than this. As I mentioned in other posts, I use clip studio paint, my brushes were made by myself 4 years ago. If you have a hard time making your own there's (again) pufuu's brush set for procreate: https://x.com/pufuulive/status/1427743911708143617?lang=bn

the same but for psd and csp: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15Ib-jyvKxIDi0um0FnX3LcBet6m1pym3

and if you use another program just search for "Splatoon brushes" and go to the image tab, ive seen brushes uploaded in devianart for paint tool sai and for ibis paint. I just searched for splatoon tutorials and I found this saved: https://www.tiktok.com/discover/how-to-do-splatoon-art-style

Here's one of my videos if you can take anything and analyse it better than me, I'm sorry I can't really give you anything better,

[em-the-nem]

An Evening Into an Eternity

~~Werewolf(me) X female anatomy reader~~

This smut is about lesbian/queer sex.

18+ only! Also terfs fuck off -_-

You decide to take a walk in the woods near your house one evening as the sun is setting. Surely you'll make it back before dark, right?

⚠️TW for brief mentions of drug and alcohol use and predator/prey dynamic⚠️

You needed to clear your head. It has been 3 months since you and your partner split, but seeing them at the drag show tonight with their new girlfriend brought up a lot of pain for you. You used to play in the woods near your house all the time when you were in high school. Maybe they could bring you some enjoyment now? Had to be fairly quick though, it would be dark soon. You were confident you could remember your way around and get back in time. After putting your shoes on, you set out.

It didn't take long for you to find the old fort you and a friend had constructed together. You used to sit out here for hours, smoking weed and shooting the shit.

Feels like a lifetime ago now.

Pushing the memories aside, you decide to investigate the old fort. You duck down under the rough lean-to and shine your phone light inside. But it's not nearly as abandoned looking as you expected. In fact, there are many new things inside that you don't recognize. A cup and a bowl, a log that is roughly shaped as a table, and some fur pelts stacked together in what looks like... A bed? A nest would be more accurate, but you certainly didn't know of any animal that would make a nest like that. You quickly begin to retreat backwards out of the lean-to, thinking you've just intruded on someone's home so you should let it be.

Your retreat is halted when you hear a rustling in the bushes. You freeze, turning and shining your phone light at the foliage around you. You wonder how it got dark so fast. Another rustle, this time closer and distinctly to your right. You shine your light into the darkness and begin to tiptoe as quietly as you can in the opposite direction, keeping your eyes on the place that the sound came from.

After a few moments of silence, you stop. Must've just been a rabbit or something. You think to yourself. You shine your light towards the dark one more time, just in case. This time, your light briefly catches on a pair of green eyes. What? No. That couldn't have been. You scan the darkness once more and see nothing.

Deciding that you have become paranoid, you turn to head back towards home. You keep your phone light on the ground so you don't trip over any roots or rocks. The sounds of the night are calming to you. Crickets, frogs, owls... growls.

Wait.. what?

A warmth seems to materialize behind you out of nowhere. You are stopped dead in your tracks as a pair of hairy limbs wrap around you, one clawed hand covering your mouth and the other firmly around your waist.

You try to scream, but the hand is large and muffles any chance of you being heard. Then, a deep gutteral growl comes from the creature behind you.

"Be still." I command.

You freeze. it talks?

My snout burrows into your neck, breathing deeply. Another growl follows.

"Mate." I say.

It wasn't a question. Not like you could answer anyway with this hand over your mouth. You whimper.

"I'm going to let go of your mouth now." I say, simply. "And you are going to be quiet."

You nod, and I release my hand from your mouth. I grab both of your hips and spin you around, and you come face to face with me. Well you would, if it weren't for the fact that the furry beast standing in front of you wasn't seven feet tall.

I keep a hold of your waist with one hand, and with the other I grab your chin and lift it till our eyes meet.

"Mate." I say again.

The green eyes you saw earlier are now piercing down at you, held in the body of a Werewolf.

"I-" you start to protest, ask questions, say something. But a sharp claw on your neck makes you reconsider.

"No questions." I say with a growl. "I speak, you listen."

You nod again slightly, and feel the claw dig into your neck a little.

"I know your scent. I found this place you made. I knew you would return. So I waited for you."

Your eyes search my face. My claw drags down the side of your neck. You find yourself tilting your head and exposing your neck more, the sensation of my claw tracing your skin causing you to shudder.

I lean down and drink in your scent once again, my eyes fluttering with hunger and desire. Both arms wrap around you and pull you even closer so that you are nearly enveloped in my fur.

"your mine." I snarl softly in your ear. "Mine only."

Your breath catches in your throat as I bite down into your neck. You let out a cry of pain as my teeth sink in. I cover your mouth once more.

"shhhh quiet now." I say, soothingly. "We have only just begun."

I lap up your blood with my tongue, and then trail kisses up your neck to your face. I remove my hand from your mouth and kiss you deeply as we descend to the forest floor, my full weight coming down on top of you.

The kiss deepens and you lose yourself in it. You wrap your arms around my neck and stroke my fur. I am firm and strong, but warm. I move a claw to your chest and quickly rip your shirt down the middle, followed by your bra. I begin to move down your body, biting and kissing and licking any bare skin I come in contact with. You let out a small moan, and instead of silencing you this time, I lock eyes with you.

"No need to be quiet now, my little Rabbit." I say in a commanding tone. "I want to hear the beautiful sounds of my Mate as I mark and claim you."

I resume my attention on your torso, taking extra time with your nipples as your moans grow louder. You reach for my fur to pull my head away, already overwhelmed, but I grab your wrists and pin them to the ground with one clawed hand.

"We are far from done." I growl.

With my other hand, I make quick work of the clothes covering your bottom half just as I did the top half. Once you are fully exposed to me, my claw traces your body as I examine you with feral eyes.

"My Mate." I say again. "So beautiful. So soft." My hand reaches between your legs. "And so intoxicating." I move down your body and my snout begins to nudge at your clit, a mixture of whimpers and heavy breathing escaping my lips. I am desperate to taste you. I grab one of your legs with each hand and pull them over my shoulders as I begin to devour your pussy. My tongue, long and thick, fills you and reaches your g-spot. You grab the fur of my head and groan loudly from the approach of your orgasm. I go deeper and faster, lapping up every bit as my nose rubs against your clit.

"F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream as you cum. I continue lapping up your juices, not missing a drop. I groan into your pussy. My mouth moves to your clit. I suck hungrily at it, holding your hips up to rock them back and forth onto my face. You grip my fur harder, nearly crying from the overstimulation. You cum again, even harder and faster than before. I stop abruptly, then quickly sit up and grab you, lifting you into my arms with ease.

"Wh-what? What are you-?" You try to ask. I simply place my thumb firmly in your mouth and press down on your tongue.

"suck." I command. And you comply.

My thumb is long and nearly reaches the back of your throat. Your mind starts to grow fuzzy as I pump my finger in and out of your mouth as I carry you.

We reach the fort once more. My finger leaves your mouth. I place you in my nest and flip you onto your stomach, then I grab your hips and pull until you are ass up. My claws rake against your back and you let out a cry of both pain and pleasure.

"no more waiting, my little Bunny. Now you will truly be my Mate." I say.

With a gutteral howl, I plunge three fingers into you. My hips buck forward and back, humping your leg as I finger fuck you. You scream with the stretch, my fingers long and thick inside of you. I rake a claw down your back once again, whimpering as I hump and fuck you for what feels like an eternity. Your vision blurs and comes back into focus, you lose count of how many times you cum. The world around you has faded away and it is only you and me. Your Werewolf.

Your Mate.

[saspitite]

rating shrimp emojis

based on a similar post i saw (instead with seal emojis) as it made me think about how frequently shrimp are kinda... severely messed up anatomy-wise.

starting with apple's version, it's not bad but the face could be longer and the eyes are a bit disproportionately large. my man's antennule was cut off :( 6.5/10

google. again, not bad, but my boy's antennule are still gone... who did this to him? and why are his pleopods just little nubs? how does he swim with those? also not a big fan of the weirdly circular abdomen that suddenly shortens for the tail. 6/10

samsung. what the fuck did you do to his face. you massacred him. i dont even wanna give them the benefit of the doubt and say that it was just simplified, because the rest of his body is just... fine. and much more accurate. did they give up when drawing the head?? it's just a pile of spikes... 3/10

microsoft. highly simplistic so i guess that explains the shortcuts and strange anatomy. not a fan of how the long antennae seems to be sprouting from his forehead, but they did go for the simplistic route and theres only so much you can convey there, so 7/10 (added 2 points for cuteness, i couldn't resist)

whatsapp. no. no. bad die. wheres his maxilipeds. what happened to his face. what happened to his LEGS. you cant fucking move with those little formless pin needles. its a crime to continue letting this thing suffer on earth. please put it out of its misery. 2/10

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK YOU TWITTER FUCK YOU WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM HE HAS NOTHING. HE HAS NOTHING. NO FACE NO LEGS NO ANTENNULE NO DISTINCTION BETWEEN THE CARAPACE AND THE ABDOMEN BY GOD HOW DOES THIS THING MOVE??? WHAT FUCKED UP GOD DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO MAKE SUCH A MOCKERY OF A ONCE-BEAUTIFUL, INTRICATE LITTLE ANIMAL??? -100000000000/10

facebook.

thank fuck i was gonna lose it honestly. its not even perfect but i love it a whole lot more. finally my boy has his antennule!! a well defined face!! and he's not even in that dumb curled-up pose (that you'll typically only find from cooked shrimp), and they were daring enough to even put him in a more dynamic 3/4 perspective!! again, its not perfect, but after those two atrocities i'll embrace it with open arms. 8/10

LG. this honestly looks more like a cooked, unpeeled shrimp than a living one but it's whatever. not bad! at this point i'm just gonna accept that most shrimp emojis are just gonna forget about the antennule. i am (somewhat) at peace with that. 7/10

joypixels. kinda just feels like a wannabe of LG's version. plus the blobface, stop with the blobface, i will strangle you. it's okay but could use some more refining. 5/10

if you have any more emoji variants that you want me to review, show me thru reblogs!!!

[starlightshore]

hello! i've been enjoying "winning hats" quite the amount! love me a loop wins au. i have a question: why does loop act like they've never had a human body before? XD they DID get turned into some kind of star entity, but only for a few months... i'm not so baffled or anything, i can think of a zillion reasons for all the reactions (like 1; this technically isn't their body, so they're somewhat unfamiliar with THIS form, specifically. (it's not their spit, it's someone's else's spit, ew there's someone else's spit in their mouth ew) 2; the guilt and knowledge of having STOLEN the body changes their view on it a bit, lots of disgust and shame because. this is someone else's CORPSE. the corpse of someone they cared about, even. and 3; those few months may have just REALLY thrown them off. like when you're away from your house for a while and then you come back and are bothered by things that didn't used to bother you) but i was wondering if you had any thoughts you wanted to share, or if there's something i'm missing! :P

No, you've hit the nail on the head for the majority of it!

My headcanon was that even though it was only, hm, roughly 3-4 months (over 100 of Stardust's loops) that's still like, a quarter of a year?? that's A LONG time to be a non-organic being. They didn't have a mouth, they couldn't eat nor drink and their sleep was less so "sleep" and more astral projecting. No dreams, no lungs, no internal anatomy, or anything to cling onto.

Their body wasn't bone and flesh, it was a void of space and stars. They didn't have nerves or a heart, everything must have felt so distant and numbing. How horrifying it must be to become something so other, so unrecognizable. Nobody would recognize you, you don't even recognize you.

And this is all happening after what seems like potentially years of being in a death-based time loop. I don't know if that's a literal amount of years because I don't really trust Loop to have counted accurately. They didn't have their own Loop to bounce back off and they were,,, doing far worse than Stardust.

At this point, regardless of the actual amount of loops, it felt like years.

I imagine they went without eating/drinking/sleeping completely by the end of it. They dissociated and treated their body like it was disposable. Their reaction to the knife makes me think Loop realized after the fact how damaging their mental state was, which was a huge factor in their "special kind of giving up."

From Loop's perspective... they haven't been human in a long, long time.

So even for me, it's going to be annoying to have Loop have to remember that the loops are over every time they get up, but I think it's important to show just how fucked their mind is when it comes to this. They know what they were like before the loops -they saw Stardust's descent into the loops so it's all fairly recent. But, haha, I think that'd even be more jarring? To see yourself outside of who you are, to really hammer home how much that isn't you anymore.

TLDR; So it's a combo of 3/4 months of being a cryptid and year(s) of dissociation and general Being Fucked Up that's created this unique cocktail of "wtf I have a body that's bizarre!"

Hope that helps explain things a bit deeper, thank you so much for reading and engaging with it!