#Tw just in case that's not the intention

[peppermintmochafem]

hmmm okay maybe I plug your holes before i leave for a work meeting with plugs that a bit too big but not deep enough for you to enjoy. Maybe for punishment, maybe just for fun, either way I tell you to wait until I get home to take them out.

So you are good and wait for me no matter how frustrating it is and count down the minutes until I'm home. I come home right on time, you hear the door open excited to see me, except I have my friends with me.

I see you frantically trying to come up with a plan to get me away from them to get my attention, but you know it won't work.

My friends ask you about your day and check on you because you seem a little ~tense ~ and ~on edge~. I pull you over me and tell you that they can take your toys out if you want them to, which you do but you are too shy to ask. Which is okay of course, getting you shy is the whole point, so I guide you over to my friends undress you and push you over one of their laps. They are coo at you, how well behaved you are and tell you now they understand why you were so tense. I tell my friends how good you have been for me and that they should reward you. And they do <3

[rbksubrans]

Trying my old artstyle, it was fun

I was listening to OK computer and-

Do they hate each other? Do they miss each other? Only god knows

[yreapwhatyasow]

“Won’t wash away the tears in the city out of sight.”

[the-fandom-crossroads]

Everyone is talking about what you can do and reasons not to end it here. And I have an answer to both.

Out live him out of spite. The biggest F you gays gave to Reagan was out living him. Trump has a decade in him at most.

Everyone on this site is young. As long as you don't do anything irreversible the likelihood of you living to see Trump's obituary is high.

Will the next 4 years suck? Yes. We are still feeling the effects of Reagan's presidency and Trump's first time in office. Once Trump appoints more supreme justices it's going to take us another 40 years to rebalance the bench. But we can fix some of it in 2 years and we have 3 months to plan before they actually start changing things. So yes work on exit plans from your state or the country, start backing up ao3 fics, and privating any info that reveals your trans if you haven't transitioned yet.

Make plans to survive and I hope to see you all on Trump's death day.

[redclown19]

doodle dump! hi! ive mostly been drawing on all the paper i didnt use throughout the year.

for some reason i got really into toyman, so, since the 4th of this month hes been pretty much all i draw. i might post those drawings later.

blood, non realistic gore and nudity under the cut!

metaphor for intimacy and how jon sees it as being vulnerable and how exposing all of itself to jervis is painful while jervis just want to know everything about and love each psrt of jon but is scared of breaking its boundsries , or something like that.

i didnt use any references so the anatomy is whatever! ill just stop looking at it now.

[pmpwbrrs]

DOCTOR, MY ILLNESS ISN'T CURING

[jackgenderfuck]

Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed...

[asterleavess]

Finally trying Hermit-a-Day May for the first time, and today's hermit is Beef! I've been having some difficulty lately with art anxiety, so this seems like a good opportunity to encourage myself!

I've always found that when making hermit designs, I've felt limited in feeling like I had to make them more palatable in a way? Like in order for them to be seen as valid, I had to be strict with myself and make them less weird, and that wasn't fun! So for this month, I want to try and go unique and just enjoy the design process!

For Beef, I made him a mix of the standard minotaur look people give him, and also mixed it with his alien arc from season 8 because I will NEVER let that plot go (also he's also not angry at all here, the way I drew his face just happened to turn out this way and the big ol fangs are obscuring the smile a wee bit!)

[waywardstation]

WIP FRIDAY

I apologize for getting this out two days late, I’ve been busy with lots of packing and events! But I have a little reprieve, so I wanted to post another WIP; this one is from Heart Full, Bowl Empty.

BE AWARE THAT THIS SEGMENT INVOLVES A CONVERSATION REVOLVING AROUND UNWILLING BUT INTENTIONAL STARVATION. I know there are people who say they can’t read this fic because of themes like this, so be aware of this before reading this WIP!!

I included this snippet in today’s WIP because I have like three versions of the entire segment this snippet is from. I feel like it’s a really important segment with a really important conversation, and I’ve had a hard time balancing all the emotions the way I want to between Ingo and Akari, with frustration, sadness, anger, and empathy, to realistically get them to the resolution I want at the end of it.

The final version will probably only include a few parts from this particular segment.

Enjoy!!

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“I knew it! You’re doing it again!” Akari’s eyebrows scrunched, trying to understand through the frustration. “You said you wouldn’t!”

“Circumstances will improve soon.” Clearly done with the conversation, that was all Ingo said, but it was confession enough that he had fallen back on his word. Shame contaminated his voice, but if there was any regret, he hid it well.

“No, it won’t!” They were not even half-way through winter yet. “And you know it won’t!”

Ingo said nothing as the kits carefully moved around his slumped form, finding comfortable places to settle around him. She didn’t know if he intended to snuff the conversation out with angered silence, or if he was just too exhausted to care about arguing with her anymore. If it wasn’t for his small occasional signs of movement or acknowledgement, she’d think he was actually sleeping.

Akari carefully stepped into the nesting layers, moving to sit down next to Ingo. She settled with her back against the cavern wall, pulling her knees close as a few kits shuffled around to accommodate her. “You know I’m right.”

Huffing out an irritated sigh and nothing more, it didn’t seem like Ingo had any intentions to engage with her argument anymore.

“You couldn’t even pull yourself up over the ridge,” She prodded at him again, trying to motivate more conversation out of him. “I had to help you!”

“There are many, many factors that go into that.” A reluctant answer, perhaps a reflexive attempt to quell her worry; Ingo feebly rubbed his wrapped hand, almost as a display for his excuse.

“I’ve seen you do more when you’ve been hurt worse.” Akari retorted, a little softer now but still cold.

Ingo’s eyes remained closed, though his hardened expression implied that it came across as more accusatory than she’d intended. But perhaps it was precisely the time to be accusatory.

“Ingo, you’re so tired all the time now – you stopped coming to the training grounds because you just can’t make the trips all the time anymore! And you’re sleeping so much more than you used to, and it’s like you’re always hungry all the time, even though all I see you doing anymore is gathering food!” Akari’s voice grew more jagged as she continued to jab at him, entirely uninterrupted.

It was getting difficult. With Ingo’s tunic still sopping by the bucket, still somewhat red from the exhausted effort of washing out the blood, it could not hide the ribs that pressed out just a little bit more, or help fill out what the waistline had lost under the loosening belt. The abject dread of directly acknowledging that was too much.

“And- and look! You aren’t even willing to hold a conversation with me anymore, and I don’t know if it’s because you just won’t, or because you can’t!” The kits shifted uncomfortably as Akari retreated back into her own frustration instead. “People think you’re sick, Ingo! They’re asking me about you! What are you doing?”

The exhausted man remained where he laid in the nesting material, only moving his hands to rub at his face and sigh — a deep, forced sigh that swelled his side before releasing. Akari almost didn’t think he’d answer her, but with some effort, he propped himself up first onto his elbows, then slumped forward. The teen watched him run shaky fingers through his hair as he sat next to her.

“…I don’t know what I should do.” The guilt. The weary guilt cracked his voice and tore Akari’s anger down to heartache.

[chibishortdeath]

The Vampire Survivors art makes him look so pookieeeee! I made this in like a frantic state of squeeing over it— if that’s a word anyone uses anymore lol XD. In other words, raw emotion in the form of a gif collage. He’s so bestie :3

[bloomeng]

an au where izzy and ed are ex’s but have remained roommates that work just a lil too hard to (not actually) avoid each other:

The note hangs on the fridge. "Down to one beer." Izzy frowns at it. And who's fault is that, asshole. It's not like Izzy would touch any of that lite shit.

Ed's bedroom door is closed. Ed's bedroom door is always closed these days. Izzy was starting to find the grain of its wood to be more familiar than Ed. They dance around each other, cohabitating in a shared space passing each other like ships in the night. Ed is out till the sun has practically risen, and Izzy leaves for work at eight. Izzy tries not to dwell on the fact that the separation really only exacerbated a preexisting routine.

It was Ed who had started the notes. After everything he walks on eggshells around Izzy, terrified that if he even so much as raises his voice Izzy would shatter. A ridiculous notion. Izzy had gotten this far in life, he wasn't about to shatter now. Regardless Ed's voice had simply seemed to peter out one day. He never realized how much of a constant it was until he was faced with silence. The notes were really starting to grate on his nerves, but he supposes the notes do lead to less yelling.

Sometimes— when Ed has the decency to return before the rest of the world starts getting up for work— the bang of the front door closing rouses Izzy from his sleep. At least that's what he grumbles to himself into the darkness of his room. On those nights Ed usually crashes on the couch, the sound of the TV muffled by the door. Lord knows what he's watching; cable television past dinner was downright awful, but whatever it is makes Ed laugh. Not loudly, just enough for Izzy to hear if he concentrates. He sleeps better those nights.

The note on the fridge leers at him, Ed's scrawl mocking him. He tears the note from the fridge, crumpling it as he shoves it into his pocket.

When Ed returns that night, he opens the fridge to a new case of beer with a note attached that reads, “Make it last.”

[thevioletscout]

PTOLEMAEA

I am the face of love's rage

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A small comic about my Vestige, her being sacrificed by the Order of the Black Worm, and her escape from Coldharbour. Based off the song Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain.

(I used figurosity, in-game models, my own childhood photos, and my hand as the base.)

[theshadowrealmitself]

yeah, I just pluck out every hair in my “happy trail” every time they grow there and if there’s an ingrown hair I will not stop till it’s ripped out. hm? yeah there’s usually scabs in that area, plucking usually causes at least one in grown hair. mhm if I’m not able to get the hair and there’s a scab I will rip the scab off to try again. no, I don’t think that’s a symptom of anything, I’m sure that’s perfectly normal, everyone always has scabs on their stomach from plucking hairs. Yeah, I once cut my leg to get an ingrown hair there. No, I’m not gonna be looking deeply into this, it’s fine. this is normal.

[quietwingsinthesky]

sometimes interpreting media through a shipping lens enhances it, on occasion even beyond the author’s original intent, but sometimes, you do have to accept that your ship was not in the heads of anyone making the source material and trying to force it to fit into evidence of your ship will severely hinder your ability to discuss the actual text.

[metathemeta-art]

yeah he's. don't touch him you'll contract something

[alterhuman-positivity]

Hey! I only recently learned about the alterhuman community and what it means. I just want to say that yous are cool. And also that not every non-alterhuman thinks yous are insane or mentally ill for being alterhuman.

I hope you have a good day today and that you can keep being yourself 🤍🤍

Thank you anon!