#but I do need a lot of water

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[youre-dreaming-302]

More photos from my digital camera (7.2 megapixels)

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

[alaskan-wallflower]

i think people forget that the gang is made up of hoodlum teenage guys living in poverty in the 60’s-let them be dirty and gross. like even soda and johnny, who pony paints in SUCH a positive light get up to their own amounts of trouble. soda literally got arrested for doing aerobatics with two bit and “disturbing the peace”—even he gets into trouble. darry too, like i don’t think darry would even attempt to do anything illegal now but like…he was hanging out with two-bit in high school, he’s probably stolen or driven recklessly too, and even now he still likes to get his knees scraped and his hands dirty. let them be dirty and gross and do illegal things.

[dirtytransmasc]

[scribbly-artist]

Calling it a Night - Part 2

Summary: You’ve dragged Viktor back to your shared apartment after a long night at the lab. It’s time to unwind with some nice, warm tea on the couch. But, Viktor swore he would get you back from your exchange at the lab. So, he’s feeling a little bit playful.

Author’s Notes: Ask and you shall receive (within reason). I was already brain storming a little something something as a sequel. So with people asking for more, I am very happy to deliver. I’d love to write some more stuff for Arcane, definitely Viktor and I’d love to give writing Jayce a go. If you have anything in mind, whether an x Reader or between characters, drop an ask and I’ll see what I can do. >:)

You don’t need to read part one previously to enjoy this one, but in case you’d like to give it a read, here it is for you. Some ler!Viktor for you in these trying times. Viktor Nation, how we feeling?

Warning: a tickle fic. If you aren’t into that, I’d advise not reading.

Words: ~1,700 | AO3 Link

Taking in a deep breath, you turned the key in your hand and pushed forward as you unlocked the door to your shared apartment. The comfort you felt as you took in the sight was like no other. What made it even better was that you got to share this space with your loved one, Viktor. Although, he was the sole reason why you couldn’t come home any earlier than this. If you didn’t forcefully ‘convince’ him to come home with you, he would have certainly stayed behind, experimenting until he passed out. But you knew he needed rest, he just needed someone to tell him that (or, drag him out) every once in a while for his health.

The lamp you left alight before you left this morning - on your own, as Viktor goes to the lab as soon as the sun rose most days - casted a warmth you missed dearly. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the sight.

“See, isn’t it much better to be home?” You asked as you placed the bundle of keys down in a trinket tray on a small table near the front door. Viktor followed in shortly after you, pushing the door closed with his cane.

“Hmm, I could have brought some of my notes to revise—“ He wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence as you whipped around.

“No! Now’s our time to rest! You’ve been overworking yourself, I see those bags under your eyes! If you snuck some work back home with you, I swear—“

“No, no I did not. I did not want to be subjected to your wrath. I know how you would react… a bit too well.” He put his hands up in a defensive stance as he let out a chuckle, and released the breath he was just holding.

“As you should. Now, come. I can make the tea just fine, but maybe you could help out with the dishes? I left a couple there from this morning.” You asked very nicely, wrapping an arm around his forearm with a cheeky smile on your face. He rolled his eyes at your attempt at persuasion, Viktor was no stranger to this.

“Certainly. How can I say no to that face of yours?”

And so, it was time to make some tea that would surely make you both feel a lot better after all the work and research you did today. You started with heating up the pot, adding the leaves while it warmed up. Viktor was off to the side, washing up the plate and utensils you had left behind that morning. You watched him for a bit, just looking at him from behind as he worked away. Like with his research, there was just something about watching him work from a distance that pleased you.

Just as quickly as you prepped the pot, the tea was ready to go. You looked up to the cabinet above, the teacups and saucers were up there, along with the other dishes.

You reached up to open the cabinet door, arm outstretched. You were just a tiny bit too short, getting up on your tippy toes to reach. Your fingers grazed the handle, until you felt a ticklish pinch on your ribs. Your arm flew straight back down to your side, a certain someone next to you with a grin on their face. You gave him an accusatory look.

“Oh. No, that wasn’t me. It must have been… a phantom, or something.” Viktor couldn’t hide the smile growing on his face.

“Yeah, totally. You’re so mean to me, y’know.”

“Says the person who pulled me away from my important work with tickling. A bit hypocritical of you. But, I will help you regardless.” He leaned up to the cabinet, reaching up and opening the doors. He grabbed two teacups and saucers, setting them down in front of the teapot for you. He let out a hum as he made his way back to the sink with a few thumps of his cane.

You eyed him suspiciously, puffing out your cheeks. You wrapped your hand around the handle of the pot, very carefully pouring in the piping hot tea into both of the cups. You heard some thumping again… you didn’t think to take a glance as you reached forward to grab the small container of honey on the bench, opening it up to add a bit of it to the tea with a spoon. But when you felt another gentle pinch - this time on your side - you nearly spilt honey everywhere with a flinch.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ll stop. For now.” Viktor smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he moved past you, making his way over to the couch. You finished putting honey in your teacups with a stir of the spoon, carefully picking up both saucers as you followed Viktor to join him on the couch.

You both enjoyed some very nice tea, having a chat while you did so. But in the back of your mind, his words when you both left the lab bounced around in your brain. While conversing, you grabbed a blanket that was laying across the top of the couch, wrapping it around yourself. ‘Protection’, you thought it would be useful, almost like armour. Surely if you looked all cozy in your blanket, Viktor wouldn’t attempt anything.

“Thank you for the tea, I appreciate it. It was lovely.” He sung praise as he scooted over to sit a little closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you sipped on the last of your tea.

“It was no problem, I added some honey for that extra touch.” You replied, lying your head so it was leaning against his shoulder. Viktor let out a hum, and started to fiddle with a bit of the blanket at your waist. You could feel his fingers through the blanket, twitching a little at the touch.

“While I don’t want to ruin the moment… I believe I have a… mm, a threat I must act upon from earlier, first.” Your head whipped up to look at him, seeing the small, but slightly evil grin on his face. “I made sure you could drink your tea in peace… now that we’re done, though? Absolutely not.”As soon as those words left his mouth, it began.

Viktor’s fingers at your waist started to dig deeper into the blanket, searching to find an opening. His other hand also joined in, rummaging their way through your makeshift shield on their quest to find ticklish spots to attack. You squirmed about as you started giggling, shaking your head.

“Wahahahait! No— but we were having a nihihihice moment!!” Giggling out, you tried to grab his searching hands but to no avail. A wide smile was stretched across your face as his fingers found purchase on your belly, scribbling in with expert precision. He has to delicately handle pieces of machinery and tech all day, so you weren’t surprised how meticulous his fingers were. A blush started creeping onto your face as you laughed yourself silly.

“Ah, but you can’t hog all the fun, you know? I see what you were trying to do. Did you really think that blanket would protect you?” Viktor pointed out as he chuckled along with you. Your laughter was contagious, he couldn’t help himself. His fingers managed to stumble upon a little bit of flab on your belly and started skittering his nails there. You nearly squealed as you threw your head back in laughter.

“It seems I’ve discovered a new weak spot. I must make a formal report on this, for my scientific research.” The smirk in his voice was very evident.

“You b-behehetter nOHOHOT!” Your face only grew more red from Viktor’s teasing. His hands moved down to find your hips, massaging the bones with his thumbs as his fingers wiggled into your sides. You writhed about, but you tried to make sure you didn’t pull away too far. You were enjoying this, you’d rather die than admit it. But you knew that he was aware of this, too. He was far too smart to not notice the signs.

Viktor’s hands didn’t linger at your hips for long, trailing their way up to pinch at your ribs. Your eyes closed tightly as your body shook about like a headless chicken, you were starting to hit a limit. With the remaining strength he hadn’t rudely sapped from you, you reached out and pushed on his chest with your hands. An alarmed and surprised noise left him as he was pushed back, his head landing on the arm rest of the couch with you on top of him. You grabbed the edges of the blanket and wrapped it around both of you.

“Nohoho tickling in the blanket! The blanket is a safe space,” You stated as some residual giggles left your mouth, sucking in air to fill your tired lungs. “We must get cozy. That’s the rules. Plus, the tea is kicking in.” A yawn leaving your mouth, you lay your head on his chest, Viktor’s hand reaching up to rest his hand on the back of your head.

“I simply cannot argue with that.” Viktor replied with a laugh as he shifted on the couch to make both of you more comfortable, his other arm wrapping itself around your waist through the swaddle of the blanket.

“We just have to remember… to move to the bed…” Your voice turned into a whisper as your eyes grew heavy, closing shut with a big yawn. Viktor let out a tsk as he saw you start to slumber. He brushed a hand along your face, his thumb stroking your rosy cheek.

He wasn’t a stranger to both of you falling asleep on the couch by accident, this isn’t the first time you’ve both been in this situation. And similar to if a cat fell asleep in his lap, he did not dare move. So he closed his eyes, joining you in restful slumber with a gentle smile glued to his face, matching your own.

The couch wasn’t nearly as comfy as a bed, so you both would definitely be sore tomorrow. But it was worth it, wasn’t it?

[spark-circuit]

recorded some Netzach announcer lines real quick before going to sleep. Netzie buddy i completely understand and agree that everything's really shitty every second but like........ team morale is dipping fast.

[bonefall]

Heads up! There is going to be a very long and detailed post about making sausages dropping in a few hours.

It's got a big red content warning and a readmore, so nothing is going to get gruesomely dropped on you, but make sure you add "butchery" or "cw butchery" to your tag filters to be extra safe if the idea of processing animal carcasses is upsetting to you!

It also has an image of sausage casings before they're scraped. I tried to whack the post with as many CWs as I can think of but I'd recommend "cw meat" or "cw organs" if you need them.

[hballegro]

the clock is here. all hail.

i forgot to turn antialiasing to the right settings with my pen so it is. the little numbers are chunky. thats life sometimes. just dont zoom in too hard. if i fix it, i wont make a new post abt it ill just edit it on to this one or something [and state that i did so in the post]

prev post with noclock version

and as promised here is also progress pics, harvested from when i sent screenshots to friends as i worked. as a bonus ive also included various layer names and the 5 different names the file went thru. the parts i [very lazily] painted over with dark blue had not been done yet, ergo anything with dark blue over it is just the picture itself so do not regard it

i will now be nice to myself and work on my fanfic and smaller drawings for a while. i will do eye posts sometimes still when i get a slow day and wanna do some peepers for 3 hours, i have collected many eyes [klinger, fr mulcahy, trapper, margaret, charles, hawkeye, bj. ive been busy stealing eyeballs to paint on. theyre all on one document its pretty funny]. i will be doing my best to force the cast into my style so i can do quick stuff.

i also WILL do more paintings of full shots again, but. fellas. ive done 3 back to back full paintings with no other digital art projects in between.

this has been NOT good planning lol

not sure if i should tag everything again so i will just. do so? idk i have not been on tumblr hardcore since like 2018 and have never regularly posted so idk proper etiquette. im gonna leave off characters for this one ig

[eri-pl]

Assuming the Valar were real and legit

..I can't write polls properly: "Manwe and Varda" means "Manwe or Varda", sorry.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[javierduffy]

I have been having... a very bad day. Any spare fluffy headcanons for the boys? (and maybe some nsfw ones if you're up to it-)

ohh no my dear helena !!! its unfortunate that you’re having a rough day today :( remember that everything is temporary and that this day, like every other hard day before (and all following after), will pass in its own time.

i can absolutely spare some fluff ! that’s all i’ve got !

• javier goes to bed at about the same time that kieran is waking up every morning, right before dawn, and it’s a common occurrence that he will forget to untie his hair before laying down for bed, especially after a long night of guard duty. kieran will notice every time, and knows himself how easily long hair can get matted, so he will beckon javier over so that he can untie his bow. usually, he’ll also take the time to run his fingers through javier’s hair to detangle it as well, so that he’s even less likely to wake up to knots. javier adores it, teetering with the weight of his head and leaning hard into kieran’s legs on each side of his shoulders- sometimes kieran will even indulge himself in giving javier a head massage. javier never sleeps better, and coincidentally, he began forgetting to take his hair down a lot more after moving out to clemen’s point ….

• javier snuck kieran his first bowl of pearson’s stew after ‘making a social call’. john kicked kieran off his horse at the entrance of camp and javier watched as the latter dredged himself through the brush to what would become his usual resting place behind the rock by the horses. he looked miserable, dead on his feet, and javier knew by then he’d been weeks without a meal. he was a dirty, disloyal, unholy traitor of an o’driscoll, but something about his sunken eyes, the shake in his hand as he lit his first cigarette as a free man again- likely to quell off the hunger- it urged javier to act in a way that he’d never felt before. javier could kill a man in cold blood easier than he could stand to watch fear starve a man even after his hands are free to reach for the bowl. the study for learned helplessness in psychology will come years later, but javier understands himself now through watching kieran’s instinctual desire to survive be beat out of him by the gang javier dedicates his life to. with a healthy amount of spite to himself, he scoops a heaping amount of fresh stew into the cleanest bowl he can find, and sets out to add a fresh layer of flesh to kieran’s prominent bones.

• following this, cooking for kieran is one of javier’s favourite things to do when they get together. javier will cook for him traditional mexican dishes from home (as best he can. both with his limited skills and also with his limited accessibility to the proper ingredients. (probably for the best that he can’t get authentic chili peppers from home and has to use a less spicy chili native to this northern climate. kieran does okay with spice but it isn’t in his genetics to truly have a high tolerance.)) and not only will it be an unknown love language from javier, to feed kieran and make sure he is full, but it will also be a love language from kieran, to let javi share a piece of home with him.

• ^ also applies to modern au javieran ! javier loves cooking, and especially for kieran. they would cook together, but kieran struggles to cook with other people in the room, and javier gets so absorbed in it that he’d likely be running into kieran or otherwise being unhelpful in aiding in making sure the dish is being cooked correctly because he’s too Locked In to guide kieran LOL but they’re more happy to simply keep each other company, anyway. kieran on the counter/table/floor, watching javier sing and dance to the music he’s blasting from their speaker. cue dancing in the kitchen when the love songs come on (here’s a good one (rip javier escuella you would have loved dannylux)). the parallel play and quality time with these two is off the charts

• come mid/late clemens point, the way javieran make most of their money for the camp is by going on days-long fishing dates, laughing and laying close to one another in the grass under a tree on the riverbank in the shroud of darkness. they come back to camp flushed as all get out but with stacks of cash in their hands wadded up so thick no one dares to ask where it came from. kieran will get excited at even the smallest of fish, perking up and sharing/asking javier for tidbits on the species. they never miss a bite, either. one time one of the bells on their bobber rods rang once and they both broke out of a very hot and heavy make-out sesh so fast that javier tripped on kieran and nearly broke both of their wrists. they laughed so hard about it, javier was certain that by the time he arrived to his rod, the fish had already successfully ripped the bait off of his hook. he reeled in a boot, at the end of it all. he never lives it down.

• kieran is ambidextrous, and javier is fascinated by it. javier stumbled upon kieran writing on one rare occasion, and noticed immediately that he was writing with his left. “left handed, huh ?” kieran cocks his head at him in thought. javier wonders why on earth he would have to stop and think about a question like that. “uhh, not really ?” well, now javier is simply confused. “right, then ? is something wrong with your dominant hand ?” “um … no, that’s not it either …” and at this point, javier is demanding kieran explain what the hell he’s talking about, and why he’s pulling a prank on him. cue kieran explaining and javier making him do all kinds of silly “tests” like writing, shooting, playing guitar (as if kieran is going to any better with either when neither of them can do it right to begin with) because he finds it so cool.

• modern au kieran gets overstimulated incredibly easily, so he’s got a pair of noise canceling over-ear headphones that he often wears to dampen sensory input and ground himself when there’s a lot going on. when it’s cleaning day, generally no matter what he’s doing, he HAS to wear his headphones. javier is left to dodge him the same way he has to dodge the cats when they’re weaving in and out of between his feet. it also leaves him to dance to his own tunes when kieran suddenly swoops or sways or dips him to the music only he can hear- though just as often, javier will catch kieran dancing by himself and he will simply be unable not to join him, even though he can’t hear what it is he’s dancing to. as overwhelming as they can be, cleaning days for javieran somehow always end up feeling more like a date than anything.

• on a similar note, kieran also wears his headphones to bed, and listens to asmr/white noise to sleep. the pressure helps him feel safe, and the silence of a room makes him anxious. he also has a terrible bedhead and rbf in the morning. both of these things javier finds incredibly charming, and if he ever does wake up when/before kieran does (incredibly rare), this is his pov (right before he tries to kiss kieran’s face off and gets shoved away with a sleepy giggle that only bolsters his aggression);

nsfw under the cut !

and how could i resist a chance to finally talk about this ;3€ ?? i’ll try to keep them fluffy !

(context, i hc both of them as tguys usually (though im content with writing javier as amab too), with both of them being absolute, unabashed switches. they have little preferences anywhere in terms of bottoming/topping, though kieran has a preference for subbing, and javier has no qualms with domming more frequently.)

• as much raunchy, animalistic sex that javieran have, they have double as much slow, loving, tender sex. and most times between, they’re having raunchy, loving, animalistic sex.

• javi loves to turn kieran’s brain off, he loves more than anything to make kieran feel so overwhelmingly pleasured that he forgets everything that ever has, ever could, or ever will happen to him. nothing gets javier off quite like seeing the face of bliss kieran makes when all he can think about is javier’s mouth/hands/cock working overtime just to make him feel good.

• both of them i think are quite vocal when they’re able to be, and kieran tends to be vocal whether he’s supposed to be or not. both of them often dissolve into whimpers and “i love you”s and praise like “you feel/sound/taste so good” by the end. their love for each other has a carnal grasp on every aspect of their sex lives as well <3 so they’re always speaking so sweetly to each other, even if the way they growl it seems violent

• javier LOVES love bites. he loves to mark kieran up and he especially loves to bite and lick and suck on his neck, not only because of the primal aspect of his jugular being so close (as well as the warmth of his pulse thrumming against his mouth), but also because it arouses kieran to the point of making him shiver nearly every time. javier has permission to bite him hard, but it’s pretty rare that he ever does, and it’s only late into their relationship does javier feel like it will be more pleasure for him than it would just be pain. sometimes he can’t help it though, he’ll get so worked up that he just latches on and the way that kieran tightens around him is mind-numbing.

• unironically i think kieran is a GREAT soft dom, and that is something that javier generally had never experienced prior to getting with kieran. javi thinks it’s hot to be man-handled and roughed up, and kieran can do his very best (despite the constant guilt and fear) if javier is really feeling it, but where he really excels is soft domming. once the nerves melt off, he’s so gentle with javier that it makes the latter’s skin hot all over. constantly praising him, cooing at him, asking him nicely, rewarding him for good behavior, all the while touching him oh-so-gently, it all makes javier feel so awkward but so, so good. kieran makes him feel so loved and worshipped that the world in which he has anything to question simply just fades away, and all he has to think about is doing what meager tasks kieran asks of him.

• they find so much peace in each other’s bodies. in every rib and wrinkle and sunspot, these two will spend hours simply exploring and enjoying the body of the other in whatever the closest form of “privacy” they can manage to acquire. turns out, kieran has sunspots all over him. turns out, javier has a keloid scar on the back of his bicep. turns out, kieran has a mole on his scalp right where his part is (this is canon btw i saw it once when i was studying him in photo mode like a specimen in a petri dish), and javier has back dimples, and kieran’s ribs stutter and dance beautifully when he laughs, and the flex of javier’s thighs warps his skin like a marble statue. javier escuella and kieran duffy love like artists, and they spend hours just learning and looking and studying each other, like a painter with his muse, like a writer with his words, like the last things they want to see while they’re dying are all the hours they spent learning the beauty of the other.

i could honestly come up with more but it would never leave my drafts, so i hope u like these that i came up with as quick as i could :’) ! i hope you’re feeling better and have gotten some good rest !! thank you for the ask !!!!!

[avichor]

many thoughts about vampires and how consuming their media with a strict, humanistic moral lens defeats the purpose

[undistortedworld]

read @evilhasnever's wonderful meryao series last week and meryao has not left my mind since, i am obsessed with him!!!! the mental image of him peeking menacingly out of the bathtub is especially important to me sdnjhfshj

bonus lil sketch under the cut :3

[f-imaginings]

I have a genuine question being Aroace but I'm afraid to ask and my headcanon will go to waste.

But KMKY's Ford always seemed to be at least in some way the aroace look (being demi or gray that is), did you do it out of want, in the idea of looking, or is it just part of the character and you never thought of yourself in a sexuality for him?

I can definitely see Ford being ace!

I myself am demisexual so I definitely think some of that perspective leeched into how I write Ford. Because my own experience informed how I wrote him, little things like being kind of oblivious/frustrated when strangers flirt with him (the hand witch or the girl from college who worked in the aquarium with the legwarmers lmao) because they don't know him!!! So how dare they!!! Lmao, falling for Bill's mind first since it didn't really matter that he was a shape or a muse or whatever, the rest would work itself out, feeling seen and only crushing initially because it seemed like his mind was being appreciated first and foremost, and treating their sex life like an experiment/engaging with the kinks/power plays inherent rather than just going through the motions (because kink makes more sense sometimes than just some undefined biological urge that you're supposed to have but no one can explain it to you, yet it's perfectly understandable to go 'oh they like feeling powerless as a powerful being I understand that perfectly, now how can I get creative with it'.)

I definitely think he wanted romantic attention from Bill, and wanted to be valued romantically (hence going on a date with Susan and Cathy Crenshaw) but the idea of getting romantic attention from a stranger is unappealing (hence why he was so reluctant to go on the date with Susan) and wanted the sort of holistic acceptance that comes with ideas of romance (because then his polydactylism will be accepted along with his unique mind) but the traditional trappings of romantic relationships aren't that appealing (was worried that he would have to engage in gay culture/grow a moustache and have a makeover to be in this relationship ECT). Bill was great for him BC he accepted and actively sought out all of Ford's weirdness and the dark bits you're ashamed to show, and then got freaky with them lmao. And there's no way to cement a bond quicker than to show someone your most vulnerable parts and have them accept those things unconditionally. Turning shame into dependence right there. That truly is the no one knows you like I do trap, and that shit feels inescapable.

Because of my own experience I know that you can be demisexual and still have a preference for gender or looks, hence why he built the "flattering vessel" for Bill to not only be flattering by beauty standards in general but also subconsciously to be exactly what Ford found attractive. The kicker is that personality means more than good looks, so when Bill inhabited the body in a different way than Stanford expected but he still found his personality all the more fascinating because of it, that was probably what cinched his feelings BC he got to know more about Bill's weirdness and see how it matched his own.

I am giving you a big virtual hug anon BC no head canon is ever wasted, how you engage with a story you like is important and you deserve to feel seen and heard when you engage in content you like. If I can go some way towards making the fandom of this fic a safe welcoming place it's my privilege to do so as a writer!

[hawnks]

Logging out for a while, love you miss you <3