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we should just kiss like real people do
bonus doodles under cut (includes mildly sexual references but its all just shitposts)
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 gale#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale x tav#fandom ocs: dungeons and dragons#oc: tav mundanity#ship filter tag#<- what i will be using from now on for any ship art i make in case someone wants to filter it#kiwi’s scribbles
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some mousefolk lore for my dnd campaign!
#furry#furry art#anthro#furries#my art#furry fandom#art#furry oc#mouse oc#mouse furry#dnd#dnd oc#dnd pc#mousefolk#dungeons and dragons#dyr art
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Can confirm that while love flowers (uncut) I also want a Japanese 14th century mountaineers axe with heart shaped holes from the Muromachi period, with added bronze reinforced shaft. Preview of art which will be made public later, still active on my patreon getting ready to release MANY things. https://www.patreon.com/c/PinkFluffeeStudios if you would like to have a peep, there's a lot of older (thanks for patience I am terrible at publishing) art that's not been seen elsewhere.
#timot-ei#furry#heart shaped#heart aesthetic#dnd character#dnd art#sfw furry#furry art#furry oc#anthro#fursona#poodle#my art#fur#dnd oc#dungeons and dragons#furry fandom#anthro art#furries#furry sfw#furry anthro#artists on tumblr#digital artist#small artist#oc artist#barbarian#soft pink#pink aesthetic#pinkcore#fantasy
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from left to right: @zoeyhorse ‘s ponysona, @frogkimmy ‘s ponysona, @dapper-lil-arts ‘ ponysona, and my pony sona playing pony d&d together. from left to right: that is @frogkimmy ‘s Serenity, @dapper-lil-arts ‘ splinter, and my Thundersnow
#thundersnow#serenity#splinter#my little pony#mlpfim#mlp#friendship is magic#fanart#mlp fanart#mlp fandom#fan comic#mlp oc#ponysona#ponysona art#mlp sona#d&d#d&d character#d&d oc#dungeons and dragons#mlpfim oc#mlp g4#mlp gen 4#my little pony oc#my little pony fanart#pony oc#mlp art#mlpfim fanart#my little pony fim
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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Space Oddity, Part 2
“Fuck the rest of them. Fuck ‘em all. Fuck ‘em all, but us.”
Word Count: 4,509 words (gahdamn)
Tag List (please lmk if you want to be added!): @melodymunson , @ali-r3n , @amandahobblepot , @twihard28 , @hiimjulie
[Chapter One]
Author’s Note: Fuck me Freddy, at last I have completed fanfic. This chapter was so much fun to write, especially after watching Dinner in America and feeling so seen and validated about the weird, off putting girl and the badass boyfriend relationship.
Interesting fact about this chapter, I actually did have two friends who decided one day to randomly exclude me from their friend group. They wrote me two actual, dumb ass letters I pretended to read about how they thought I was weird and they didn’t want to be my friend. The first one they put in my locker and I pretended I didn’t get it. The second one they handed to me in PE where I proceeded to laugh at them, rip it up, then throw the pieces in the trash. People think that only happens in bad 80’s movies, but some high school girls can actually be that stupid and comic book villain mean.
*****
“Mike! Jesus Christ, don’t just throw her!”
You and Eddie were fumbling with the spilled contents of your trapper keeper, trying to collect each sheet of xerox and graph paper. Every so often, Eddie would accidentally bump your shoulder or accidentally knock into you, and when you both went in to pick up a caricature you’d done of Angus Young, his head hit your nose.
Hard.
“Augh! Sorry, buttercup!” He said, quickly reaching out with his hands, “You okay?”
“My nose hurts…” you mumbled.
“Come here, lemme see.”
His hands were on your cheeks, you were in too much pain to realize Eddie Munson was actually touching you.
“Owie… Yup, I can see where I bonked you.” He winced in sympathetic pain as his thumb brushed your injury, “But you’ll be alright, it’s not broken. Come on. Upsy daisy.”
Mike and Dustin were at each other’s throats. Dustin was reprimanding Mike for turning you into a human football, while Mike was defending his actions for making sure you “stopped acting like a tool”.
“Knock it off, assholes!” Eddie snapped.
Mike and Dustin immediately ceased their caterwauling, and looked like scolded chihuahuas, ducking away from Eddie who looked like he was going to throw a chair.
“God dammit, you’re giving me a headache.” He hissed, then turned to you.
All you could do was stand there, awkwardly digging the tip of your shoe into the carpet. Avoiding any and all eye contact.
“You look real familiar…” Eddie said, pointing a ringed finger at you, “I know you… Where do I know you from?”
“… I sit behind you in Mrs. O’Donnell’s Economics class.” You whispered.
Pure, unapologetic joy made his face bloom pink, a dimpled smile gracing his features as his dark brown eyes sparkled with stars. Eddie clapped his hands, jabbing a finger in your general direction and then pacing side to side with his arms crossed.
“I knew it! I do remember you! You’re the funny chick who drew Figment the Dragon on the chalkboard, and then did the T. Rex thing with your hands when The ’Donnell tried to erase it!”
Eddie tucked his arms to his chest and made a terrific mimic of your high pitched screech, causing his friends to laugh hard and their eyes to light up in recognition. Your eyes widened, and you wanted to immediately die. Naively you didn’t think anyone had remembered your stand against O’Donnell and her dislike for Disney related media. She told you this wasn’t Mr. Miller’s art class. Of course, you let her have it, and it almost cost you a detention — and permanent placement in Hawkins High School’s joke of a Special Education program — until your mother came down to the school with her attorney from Indianapolis and raised hell, both of them threatening Principal Higgins, Mrs. O’Donnell, and the school Superintendent with a discrimination lawsuit. Since then you’d done even more outrageous shit to make everyone forget and keep away the bullying, surely this one time would have been buried in the numerous instances of other out of pocket things you did?!
Nope. Evidently the Figment Incident was the talk of Hellfire Club, and your crush could replicate your noises to a T.
“Oh shit! You’re the Dragon Lady!” said a guy in a Black Sabbath raglan with blue sleeves.
“The Badass herself in the flesh!” interjected one with curly hair.
“You’re a goddamn legend, dude!” laughed one guy that was eating Doritos by the handful, “We even made you into a character in one of our campaigns! She’s a wizard with a purple dragon — of course we named it Figment — and they communicate in Draconic Tongue to one another!”
“Like this!”
Eddie screeched again, and the guys burst into laughter.
You couldn’t help but cover your face with your trapper keeper. If there was a God, you wanted him to burst out of the sky in a puff of smoke and smite you and everyone else in the room with lightning bolts.
“After that time, you didn’t ever get out of your desk chair again.” Eddie said, crossing his arms after he stopped laughing, “Always sitting in back, keeping to yourself. I don’t think I’ve even heard you say more than three words to anyone all semester.”
Stepping lightly, Eddie began to circle you. Looking you up and down, cocking his head to the side and doing a little bit of an arrogant head waggle.
“Didn’t peg you for a D&D nerd, buttercup.” He said, his voice gaining a sudden confidence as he stepped to you, “By the look of this dandelion yellow sweater, I would have guessed you’d be more the Seventeen Magazine and like, naked slumber party pillow fights with fellow screamers kind of girl.”
You shook your head. You stopped buying Seventeen Magazine when your attempts to apply their makeup lessons to your everyday routine made you look like a KISS reject. And you’d never even had enough friends for a slumber party.
“You like to draw, huh?” He asked.
He was fishing for a reaction. Trying to make you talk.
You nodded.
“What else?”
“… I like to read…”
His head tilted to the side.
“Yeah? What do you like to read? You ever read anything by Rose Estes or Fritz Leiber?”
“Are you two gonna stand there flirting all night, or are we gonna roll some dice?” Cried out one of the boys, the one with the curly hair.
“Yeah man, does the lady even have a character?”
“Oh she’s got a goddamn character!” Mike interjected confidently while Dustin nodded.
“The best character, a tanky character, real hardcore shit.” Dustin said.
Eddie chuckled darkly, looking at you with a menacing grin as he got in your face.
“What’s your character, buttercup? Level one human fighter?” He teased.
“A cleric…” you whispered.
Eyebrows raised. He looked up, thought for a moment, pursed his lips and shrugged.
“Okay. Yeah… yeah I can see that.” He nodded, looking you over, “A little tough tootsie badass, but you’ve got a soft spot as a healer for a holy order. I can dig it.”
Rapid fire, he then began tossing a million questions your way, so fast and in a run on you had to stop to listen to keep up.
“You didn’t tell me your race though. What is it? Hengeyokai? Gnome? Half-orc? What domain did you choose? Life? Arcana? How about your weapon, did you pick a claymore?” With each question, his sneer grew.
Mike and Dustin looked on fearfully, worried that you could not answer him. They knew Eddie was sizing you up, setting a trap with his trick questions. The claymore was a clever way for him to catch you on your bullshit, to see if you were even paying attention.
Suddenly, as if possessed by a cambion, you began to unload on him in a trance-like monotone. Pulling out a character study where you’d spent all last period drawing the same Siouxsie Sioux-esque vamp beauty of a character that made up your D&D creation, you waved the character sheet in his face while you began monologuing.
“Um no… so, Shadowmoon is a level ten half-elf cleric of Shar — I picked Trickery domain for her — and she’s like cursed by the Lady of Sorrows so her morals are like, super flexible and kinda fucked up. And she’s got like, a Sharran morningstar because I know that clerics in Advanced Dungeons and Dragons can’t have any other weapons besides a morningstar and it’s really useful for her, and I wanted to make her a healer for the party because Dustin said everyone else mainly tanks but no one wants to play support, and I think a cleric could be useful because then maybe she could help be the face of the group — do you already have a group face? Shadowmoon would make a good face because she’s gothic and really pretty. And then like, Shadowmoon would be good at lying because she could like… cast Guidance to help with her high charisma modifier-…”
“How did you end up choosing Trickery?” Eddie interrupted, snatching your character sheet from your hands.
You paused, thought it over carefully, then tried again.
“Uh… Shadowmoon was already part of my story I’m writing, so, I thought Trickery fit her personality best because she’s like, pretending to be this honest healer to everyone when really she’s on a mission to deliver an artifact to her temple on a mission from her dark goddess. She’s um… she’s a Chaotic Neutral so like, she could get along with everyone and either murderhobo her way through encounters or maybe she can change into good halfway...”
You trailed off when you noticed that Eddie hadn’t really reacted at all to your lore dump. He wasn’t really paying much attention to you at all. Nose pressed to the paper, he was engrossed in your character sheet.
Immediately you panicked, thinking Dustin and Mike had been bullshitting and lying to you about Eddie liking girls who knew what they were talking about when it came to Dungeons & Dragons. He almost had that look on his face: the one you dreaded where the eyes would glass over, and you could tell someone wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. As if they were bored of your rambling. Bored of you. It was the look that made you want to scream and cry, and lash out.
But to your surprise, Eddie handed you back your character sheet, and smiled.
“Not only do you have your backstory mapped out, but you’re making connections to your own story setting… You’re a full on closet nerd, aren’t you, buttercup?” He said.
“… I like fantasy and sci-fi.” You muttered.
Pause, and then he laughed.
“The cyberman fighting the chimera you drew in the corner near the Special Abilities area kind of tipped me off to that.” He smiled, pointing to the drawing on your sheet.
Quickly you snatched Shadowmoon’s sheet back. Tucking it into your body, you shrunk in on yourself and avoided looking at Eddie.
“So you wanna join Hellfire, yeah?” He asked, once again crossing his arms and pacing around you.
“You think you can handle sitting with the freaks at lunch? Take a couple hits to your social life? Maybe even take a few blows…?”
You nodded eagerly. Of course you wanted to join! Your heart was pounding, and your mouth started to salivate. He’d even offered to let you sit at the lunch table with him and his friends!
“You certainly seem like you’re okay with it, but let me ask this…”
Eddie got right into your face. So close, you could smell the lingering notes of Old Spice deodorant and Sea Breeze. Hell, you could even see the areas of his chin that were lightly spotted with acne and the blue of his incoming beard. His breath was warm on your face. Steaming even. A waft of sweet tobacco hit your nostrils.
“What makes you think a mousy little buttercup like you would even fit in with a group of degenerates like us?” He asked, voice so low you had to lean in to hear him better.
“We’re not the chess club, and we’re not the Doctor Who club. This is nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. We’re the freaks, the underdogs of Hawkins High. The losers with too much time and imagination on our hands to do shit else.”
You gulped. He was pressing almost nose to nose with you. Staring you down and following your gaze when you looked at the floor.
“We are the weirdos your momma warned you about, little miss. You think you can handle us?” He murmured.
“… ‘malreadyweird…” you mumbled.
Immediately he pulled back, blinking.
“Huh?”
“I said: I’m already a weirdo.”
The rest was automatic. Shoulders up, arms and trapper keeper tucked further to your chest as you turned away from Eddie, insecurity creeping up into your heart as you grimaced.
“I’m the weirdo bitch who doesn’t have any friends, and who according to Shelley Warab in first period is ‘a fucking lunatic who is always drawing attention to herself’.” You said.
Eddie had looked confused, until the weight of your words sunk in.
“Drawing attention to yourse—… oh, hell no…”
“Drawing” attention to yourself, that was Shelley Warab’s attempt at a double entendre. But it was the furthest thing from the truth. If anything, you hid your drawings after the Figment Incident, and only drew during lecture on your own paper, when no one would talk to or look at you.
“And because Shelley Warab thinks you’re “drawing” attention to yourself, the other girls pick on you too, don’t they?” Eddie asked softly.
Your silence was all the confirmation he needed.
A large hand engulfed your shoulder. Shaking, with righteous fury. You looked up at him.
Eddie looked ready to burn down the school.
“They’re jealous. You know that right? Those jealous bitches are lost souls.” He hissed, “All they know how to do is steal daddy’s money to pay for acid, because they can’t come up with one goddamn original thought while sober. You can conjure up these elaborate, creative pieces like magic, and they hate it. Your talent makes them feel inadequate, so they try to drag you through the horseshit to make you stop. Don’t listen to them.”
You didn’t know what to say. You looked down shamefully, the Bitch of Hawkins High had her walls ripped down at last.
“Come on Eddie… look at her.” Dustin said softly, “You told us to look for the little lost sheep who didn’t fit in.”
All of your classmates said you were worse than the freaks. To them you were a mean girl. A bitch. The weird asshole who screamed at people and didn’t let boys like Tommy Hagan or Billy Hargrove come within five feet of your person before you started throwing sharp things at them.
“You’re damn right, Henderson.” Eddie responded, his voice just as soft as the fluff on a kitten.
“She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for: a shivering, lost little lamb… with no flock of her own to follow.”
His grip loosened, and he began to gently massage your shoulder.
“What say you, buttercup?” He asked, voice sweet and smooth as mulled honey wine, “You wanna be my little sheep?”
…
It had taken four years.
Four long, arduous, horrible years… Four years of screaming meltdowns. Uncontrollable rage bubbling up in your throat at the frustration of being excluded. At the lack of understanding. Nobody ever invited you to anything. No parties. No sleepovers. Not even to go to the bathroom together in solidarity.
Four lonely, long, miserable years… and someone had finally invited you to their group, saying you could belong…
The tears spilled out of your eyes in microseconds.
“Hey, hey! Sweetheart, don’t cry…”
Calloused ringed fingers were immediately wiping tears from your soft cheeks, patting you softly to calm you down. Eddie’s expressive, dark cognac colored eyes looked almost watery — like he was going to cry too — his brows furrowing into a frown as his facade of an intimidating freak immediately dropped.
“No…! None of that, sugarplum. You’re alright. There’s no crying in Hellfire Club, okay? You belong here, don’t cry…”
“R… really?”
His dimpled smile was so genuine, it made you ache.
“Really. You’re one of the black sheep now, buttercup. Welcome to Hellfire.”
The leather of his Schott jacket squeaked as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, free hand rubbing your deltoid as you instinctively pressed closer to him. You would have never guessed, but Eddie was particularly touchy. It was as if he wanted to be close to you at all times. Even if you pulled away a little bit to readjust, his hand came right back to the same position.
“Come on, let’s introduce you to the rest of the weirdos.” He said, leading you towards the others.
You rode the high of the night. You made new friends in Jeff, Frank, and Gareth, as they were chomping at the bit to get to know the infamous “Dragon Lady” who had doodled a near perfect copy of an obscure Disney character. Frank was in the middle of asking you to design a tattoo for him of Maleficent in her draconic form when Eddie called the session to order.
“So we’re going right into our main campaign for tonight, and I’ll give everyone an opportunity to introduce themselves to our new party cleric…” he looked at you and held out a hand from behind his DM screen.
“Shadowmoon.” You corrected him.
“Ah yes, the ever so cunning and duplicitous Shadowmoon; our very own half-elf Cleric of Shar, the shadowy seductress that is Our Lady of Loss.” His voice took on a low, deadly tone, as if evoking the name of Shadowmoon’s goddess would provoke divine wrath, “Hope you and Shadowmoon can handle a few good curveballs tonight, might be overwhelming… but any girl who can pick Lady Shar as a patron can handle my brand of freak.”
“I’ll work hard.” You nodded.
“Good girl.”
The campaign’s overall atmosphere was a success. You asked genuine questions, feeling comfortable when you noticed Dustin was right. No one had all the answers. The boys still looked at their character sheets and flipped through the handbook if they needed to look up an effect (even Eddie did it a few times when a player question gave him pause).
You got to name the party. Gareth had drawn a rather regal coat of arms for your ragtag group, and because he’d added the silhouette of a game bird that Frank argued looked like a chicken, you began to giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Eddie asked, his serious facade slipping when he saw you smile and show teeth.
“We… it… with that chicken on our coat of arms… We’re the Band of the Cock!” You shrieked.
Immediately there was a cacophony of screams, chaos, laughter, and a few d4’s launched at your spinning, grinning head as you laughed into your hands. Playing with the boys, belonging to a group… it was all so fun!
Eddie laughed at your jokes, even when they fell a little flat. With the group’s combined social awkwardness and typical behaviors, your own tics didn’t even phase them. If you popped your mouth in a certain way, it would set off the person next to you until everyone was doing it. The guys helped you with math if you fucked up adding modifiers, but they did it in a way that didn’t make you feel stupid. Even Eddie helped you look up spell effects if you didn’t know offhand.
Hellfire Club was fucking fun.
And you were having a blast showing off and earning the affection of Eddie the Freak.
You were sorry when the two hours were up, and everyone was packing their things up and heading home for the night.
“Do you need help cleaning up…?” You asked.
Eddie looked up from rolling up his butcher paper map.
“Hmm? Nah, I got it.” He said, shaking his head as he continued, “You did good tonight, you know. Your timing was perfect, you did well managing your spell slots for Healing Word, and you even took Cornell Notes for our party. None of my little misfits even writes down their damn inventory, let alone takes Cornell Notes for the party.”
You shrugged, chewing on a hangnail.
“I just wanted to be of help… to really try.” You said.
“You didn’t just try, you killed it out there! Now I know I can rely on you to mother hen this gang of muppets that makes up our party.”
There was comfortable silence between the two of you. Even though it was late, you were willing to walk home in the dark if it meant you could just be around Eddie for a little while longer.
But something had been nagging the back of your mind… Ever since you had found out that Eddie Munson was DMing this campaign, the memories of the inception of your middle school crush on him had come back in full force.
“Um… Eddie?” You ventured.
“What’s up, buttercup?” He looked up.
“Um… do you… in middle school… do you remember finding a note in your locker…?” You asked softly.
“… I do, yeah.” He said cautiously, “Why do you ask…?”
“Do you… do you remember the poem in it?”
He stopped what he was doing, looked up at you with wide, dark eyes.
“It um… it was about light and stuff, and uh… it didn’t have a name signed on it, but there was a picture on the bottom of a fairy holding a lantern…”
“How the hell do you know about that!?” He asked.
He began to approach you, his chest heaving.
“I never even told anyone about that poem-… Did… did you write that note? Is that how you know about it?” He demanded.
“… yes…” you whispered.
“Why didn’t you sign it?!” He asked.
His face was contorted. A desperate look. As if he was going to cry.
“… because I was scared…” you said.
“Scared of what? Of me?!”
“No…”
Never. You could never be scared of Eddie. He was amazing. He was the definition of cool. You desired him biblically.
“No… I was scared that… that you wouldn’t like me…” you said softly, “I loved your performance at the talent show so much… and I wanted to talk to you after, but then you got sent to Mr. Coleman’s office for playing Exciter. So I wrote the poem for you, and… I didn’t ever find out if you liked it because I was too shy to ask if you’d read it. Then you went on to high school, and I didn’t see you anymore.”
There was silence. Backing away from you, he wiped his mouth, exhaling a deep sigh.
“I can’t believe it…” he said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his shaggy hair, “I thought about that poem for years… First I thought it was someone playing a prank, but it wasn’t mean. It was so… it was earnest, and heartfelt… and you didn’t even sign it.”
He looked back at you.
“How could you think I wouldn’t like you after you wrote something like that for me?” Eddie asked.
“You always stared at every other girl but me.” You said, “And then I heard a rumor you almost left for California with this punk rocker chick during senior year, and I thought… Well, I knew I didn’t stand a chance because I’m not stylish. And when I heard you got held back, and that you’d be in my year, I wanted to talk to you. But… freshman year I tried making friends, and because I fucked that up, all the rumors started and everyone called me a creepy, angry bitch...”
It all in the end came back to Shelley Warab. She had been the first person you’d tried to make friends with. Moderate popularity, middle class, dirty blonde hair, she should have dominated in the halls as the queen bee. But the cheerleaders hated her because she always tried to hang off the arm of the nearest quarterback or point guard, and the cheerleaders happened to already be dating said sportsmen when Shelley tried to get in their pants. Her locker was often decorated with the word “WHORE” written in red Maybelline lipstick.
So Shelley decided to form her own clique if no others would accept her. That included you: a bright eyed freshman from the middle school that everyone overlooked because you never talked to anyone, along with several other girls of varying degrees of loneliness. She ruled over all of you with an iron fist. Trying to mold you all into her own idea of a clique that would make mean girls like Carol Perkins (the main culprit of the Maybelline insults) kowtow to her self-made band of bitches.
One day at lunch forever changed your fate. Shelley decided to go through each girl’s knapsack and dump out the contents on the lunch table, judging her subjects on the personal effects they kept within. A particularly timid friend was being dressed down for balled up gym socks, and you stood up and asked how Shelley would like it if you took her Avon tote bag over to the garbage, tipped it upside down, and dumped every single bit of its contents into the slop created from a mixture of coleslaw and uneaten sloppy joes.
Justice was swift. Carol Perkins overheard your threat and laughed at Shelley for “getting gutted by a freak”. Shelley told you to leave, and the next day at lunch had the audacity to present an honest to god manifesto written in purple pen about how no one at the table wanted you to sit with them anymore, complete with signatures. Carol had of course laughed at you next for this rejection, so you lunged at her and screeched like a pteranodon in her face, ripping up the letter like confetti and dumping it all over Carol and Shelley’s watery cafeteria spaghetti, before turning over their trays in their laps.
It was a chain reaction of outbursts afterwards. Then the Figment Incident happened, making you untouchable, because the students knew your mother wielded her attorney like a sword. Even bullies like Billy Hargrove who didn’t care about any authority figure or law enforcement officer avoided you like the plague because you weren’t afraid to threaten to use your pencil to blind them.
Your rage kept everyone away. The one armor you possessed.
“You think I give a shit about rumors?!”
Eddie once again had you by the shoulders, his grip tight as he almost shook you with rage. His eyes burned with hurt, betrayal…
And… desire?
“Those rumors… that’s all just fucking bullshit!” He snapped, “You’re not a creepy bitch. You’re funny, you’re exciting, and you make all these adorable noises-…”
“… I am angry and bitchy all the time though…”
“Okay maybe a little, but I am too.” Eddie conceded, “But that’s because everything and everyone in this town sucks. But you don’t suck. You’re smart, and sweet, and kind… and… damn it… you’re beautiful.”
He was so close… So indignant, his righteous fury lighting a spark in his eyes that made you lean into him.
“All of that hellfire in you, that anger… god, it makes you a bonafide badass.” Eddie said, pulling you in close to his chest and rocking you side to side.
When you felt his fervent kisses pepper your scalp, you began to cry again. He pulled you in tighter, his kisses trailing down to your forehead, thence to cheeks, thence to capture your lips in a fiery, passionate make out session where he bit your lower lip to slip the tongue. You both pulled away breathless, and he kissed you one more time before pointing a finger right in your face.
“You’re the most metal fucking girl in all of Hawkins High. And anyone who says differently is a goddamn moron.”
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Kobold emotions practicing
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Who wants to spite a landlord? Any volunteers?
My friend’s got a new job starting on the 5th, but rental assistance fell through. Her landlord was cool until a few days ago, when they suddenly changed their mind to giving her until the 29th. While she is a hardcore badass, this isn’t happening without backup. I’m sending out an SOS to my fellow nerds. Come help one of the best friends and GMs I’ve ever known.
I’ll try to make it worth your while, k?
If you like my writing, I’ll do 500 words of fic for $5, and a ficlet for $1. I primarily write Danny Phantom and DC (mostly batfam + supers, but I’m willing to research for the sake of this).
If you want a song for your fav characters from the above fandoms, or you want to give your DND character a theme song, I’ll put something together for $20. Chords, lyrics (if you want) and a guaranteed minimum 1:20 demo recording—more if the brain weasels take hold.
Speaking of songs, to my Danny Phantom, DC, and DP x DC fans:
If we pay my friend’s rent before 12/29/24, I will fully record and release demos for “Half a Kingdom” and “One More Fan for Superman”
If you don’t know me and want to see what you’d get for a ficlet, “Ebony Writes the Thing” is my general writing tag. You can find the lyrics to Half a Kingdom here, and this is One More Fan for Superman. I also have a recording of myself singing a War x Famine Good Omens song, She Make Me Hungry on my old mic before I upgraded.
To claim your reward, DM me your screenshot.
With processing time, we’ve got about 2 days to pull off a minor miracle. Let’s hopepunk the fuck out of this and keep her safe.
Edit:
WE FUCKING DID IT!
Feel free to add some for extra shit like groceries just in case, but fuck, my friend gets to keep her apartment. 🥳
#WE DID IT YALL#dp x dc#superman#song fic#rental assistance#fandom charity#ebony writes the thing#danny phantom#dc universe#dnd character#dnd#dungeons and dragons#ocs
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decided to slap some color on morrigan, i’m liking how she looks so far :)
#art#drawing#furry#furry fandom#furryart#jessoterica’s art#furry drawing#fursona#fursona art#sketch#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd art#dnd oc#dragon#dragonsona#dragon art
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Flox
Even more D&D characters are coming to life! A little rabbitfolk with big paladin ambitions Commission artwork
Come join my art raffle on X
#artists on tumblr#character art#dnd oc#dnd character#dnd art#artwork#illustration#my art#digital art#original art#digital artist#art#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd5e#furrydrawing#furry art#sfw furry#furry oc#anthro art#anthro#furries#anthropomorphic#furry fandom#paladin
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Ripley Commission
Eureka! A super fun commission of Ripley the alchemist (she/her). What do you think she's making in those suspicious bottles of hers...?
(For $3 a month you can see exclusive sketches, sneak peeks at upcoming adoptables, and behind the scenes content of my comic hallowed hijinks! https://ko-fi.com/bethdehart )
#furry#furry art#furry fandom#beth dehart#cute#art#furry anthro#dnd#tarp#furry artist#sfw furry#furry oc#anthro art#anthro#anthropomorphic#furries#hedgehog#alchemist#dungeons and dragons#dnd art#dnd character#commission#art commissions#art commisions#commisions open
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#fursuit friday#cosplay#furry#furry fandom#fursuit#fursuiter#raven#corvid#bird#fursuiting#fursuits#costume#furries#fursona#furry character#dnd kenku#kenku#kenku oc#dnd#dungeons and dragons
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more bald gate 3 art :3
#sorry guys ill shut up about this game after i finish my run (lie)#bg3#baldur's gate 3#fandom ocs: dungeons and dragons#oc: tav mundanity#bg3 gale#bg3 karlach#bg3 astarion#bg3 minthara#bg3 wyll#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 halsin#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 jaheira#gale x tav#kiwi’s scribbles#emetophobia
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When the prey animals in your party start to look tasty....
(feat @graycatluna and @gayfluffstuff's ocs!)
#furry#furry art#anthro#furries#my art#furry fandom#dnd#dnd pc#dnd oc#dnd party#dungeons and dragons#furry oc#kobold#mouse oc#mouse anthro#mousefolk#kenku#crow oc#bird anthro
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Some oc sketchs~~
#art#artists on tumblr#commisions open#digital art#furry#furry fandom#furryart#sfw furry#furry art#dnd commission#dnd5e#dnd character#dnd art#dnd#dnd oc#dungeons and dragons#dungeons and dragons art#rpg ocs#rpg oc#ocs#oc rp#oc#oc art#my ocs#original character#my art#drawing
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@dapper-lil-catgirl ‘s Splinter, @frogkimmy ‘s Serenity (and lil’ buddy) and my Thundersnow. D&D characters in a pony d&d campaign from @thistlehorse
#thundersnow#splinter#serenity#mlp oc#my little pony#my little pony oc#mlpfim#mlp#friendship is magic#mlp fanart#mlp fandom#d&d oc#d&d character#my little pony crossover#my little pony fanart#my little pony art#pony oc#mlpfim oc#dungeons and dragons#ttrpg character
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runic umbreon design inspired by dnd !! I didn't have any specific class in mind when designing them honestly, but I'm quite happy with how they came out hehe
#umbreon#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon the teal mask#the teal mask#dnd#dungeon and dragons#furry#furry fandom#pokemon oc#pokemon fandom#runes#magic#stars#white character#white fur#pmd#pokemon mystery dungeon#eeveelution#eeveelutions#pokemon character#pokkemon design#fakemon
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