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[avoidcrowdraws]

i know you're busy with a lot of drawings but can you maybe do a post canon king laios kissing chilchuck's hand? like him courting chilchuck?

'Idiot, everyone's looking.'

[belle--ofthebrawl]

How does Swiss take care of dew after a scene like that?

(In referencing the tiny knot humiliation)

Swiss apologizes in his own way, I think. He can be nice, he wants everyone to know that. He can be so nice.

"You promised, you asshole." Dew mutters, elbow thrown over his face, mouth set in a sneer that's still far too pretty for the likes of him. Swiss purrs and nuzzles at Dew's throat, draped over him like a blanket.

"I'm sorry." He replies with feigned meekness, grinning where he knows Dew won't see it. "Let me make it up to you?"

Dew grunts, batting at him with a free hand until Swiss gets the message. He lays a sweet kiss on each nipple as he shuffles down, and Dew sighs.

"Let me keep this poor thing warm." He cajoles, nudging at the softened jut of Dew's cock. It doesn't even hang, not even when he stands, all covered by his foreskin but Swiss will still find himself thinking about getting it in his hands, his mouth any way he possibly can. "It looks cold."

Dew makes a hrmph noise.

"Please?" Swiss asks, before he opens his mouth to breath over it. It twitches and he gets two fingers around it again to pull the foreskin gently down, exposing the pink head. He dabs the slit with his tongue and Dew's breath hitches.

"I want it in my mouth again." He says. "Promise I'll be good this time."

"I don't believe you." Dewdrop informs him, still hiding his face.

"Don't blame you." Swiss replies, cheerfully soft. He feels the flesh start to firm under his fingers, blood rushing to fill it out again even as Dewdrop complains. "I really do love this cock you know."

"Oh yeah?" Dew's arms shifts and he catches a glimpse of a glittering eye in the shadow. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

Of course he does.

"I like how I can take it easier than anyone else's." Swiss says honestly. "Like having my mouth full but sometimes I get real tired of the jaw ache, you know?"

Dew is silent. Swiss starts jacking him with three fingers, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the underside. He hadn't had nearly enough stimulation to get much more than a pulse or too from his own cock earlier but now, his nose full of Dew's post-orgasm sweat and the musk of his crotch has his body taking notice again.

"Fucking love your knot, too." He continues. "Love having something I can just jump on when all I want is to get fucked and not fingered. I mean, yeah it's fun and all? But remind me how many times I cornered you after Mass? Practice? Just to bounce on this perfect dick?"

It's the truth and they both know it. How Swiss only needs the barest amount of prep to take Dew and ride him for hours. Even when Dew's sobbing from it, Swiss will still make himself go until his hole's leaking out cum and he's sprayed over Dew's stomach. He finally gets a hand down on himself and squeezes at the same time he takes a deep breath of Dew.

"Let me suck it." He pleads and Dew gasps. "For real this time. I'll keep everything in, I promise. I won't be mean."

When the first pearl of precum bubbles out, Swiss swallows him down and makes sure he goes deep. His nose is pressed uncomfortably tight to Dew's happy trail but the precious cry that Dew gives, the way his legs automatically hook over Swiss' shoulders make the discomfort worth it.

He pulls off, licks around the little ridge of the head and gives the tip a sloppy make up kiss. He lets go of the short, stiff length the pat around the bed, searching for Dew's hand. When he finds it, he twines their fingers together and guides them both to rest on his hair.

"Take what you want." He murmurs. "You know I'll give you everything in the end."

Somewhere above, a tear slips down Dew's cheek as Swiss licks his cock into his sweet, sinful mouth once more.

[vorish-wonderland]

I love your stories! How about Ruggie snatching up a snack he found. Keeping them safe and keeping his belly full! Win win!

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey

★✦Gotta Look Out For Each Other✦★

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You took a tiny bite out of the gigantic doughnut. There was so much of this thing... you were in awe.

You just hope nobody sees you.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Somebody asked.

Complete fear paralyzed your body.

"That's mine, you know that?" They asked. "So... why are you stealing from me?"

"St...stealing...?" You asked, petrified. "I-I... I was just hungry... I'm s-sorry..."

"Well if you were hungry, you could've just asked. I probably would've shared with you if you just explained yourself."

"Wait... wait, you... y-you don't want to hurt me...?" You nervously asked, as the hyena boy sat down at his desk (the desk you were standing on.)

"Nah, I don't see any reason to. You're hungry, and you gotta do what you gotta do to get food, believe me I understand..." He laid his head down on his desk, looking at you. "Name's Ruggie, by the way. You?"

"Huh? I'm, uh... (Y-Y/N)."

"So how's that doughnut taste, (Y/N)?" Ruggie asked you.

"It's, uh... it's good..." You said.

"Well that's good to know. To be honest I completely understand you, I've had to steal food to eat before... sucks that people punish you just for trying to survive, yeah?"

"...sucks that because of that I have to be scared of people like you."

"Huh?"

"Giant people like you have tried to eat me before... just because I stole their food." You explained.

"Well that sucks. But, luckily for you, I'm not like that." Ruggie smiled.

"...that's nice to know."

Ruggie feels... safe.

He feels like somebody you can trust.

...

And then, there was a knock at his door.

"Ruggie, you in there? You told me you'd do the damn laundry today."

Ruggie looked worried and surprised.

"Ohhhhh no. That's Leona-!" He suddenly stood up.

"Huh? Who's Leona?" You asked.

"No one you want to get involved with." Ruggie said, grabbing you. He frantically looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide you. Then, he realized something. "I've gotta hide you somewhere he can't see you or smell you... and I know the perfect place. I'm sorry about this (Y/N), but, uh..."

Ruggie opened his mouth.

"Wait, what-?"

And then, he stuffed you in there.

"R-Ruggie...?"

Ruggie swallowed you just as Leona oopened the door.

"Ruggie, I thought you said you'd clan the laundry today, and you still haven't. What's up with that?" Leona passive-aggressively asked.

"Don't worry Leona, I'll get it done! I just want some time to myself, ok?"

"...just get it done sometime today, alright? I need my uniform cleaned for tomorrow."

You have to say, you didn't expect to be snuggled up inside of someone today.

"Ruggie, am I... am I going to be ok...?" You asked nervously.

"Eh? Oh, yeah, of course you are, (Y/N)!" Ruggie said, happily rubbing his belly. "Sorry about eating you by the way... that was the only place I could think of to hide ya where Leona couldn't find you."

"Oh, so... y-you did this to... protect me...?" You asked.

"Y'see, Leona's a beastman like me with heavy- and I mean heavy- predator instincts... if I hid you anywhere else, he'd know exactly where you were. So I hid you the one place he wouldn't find ya, in me!"

"Oh. Um... thank you... I guess." You said, resting your head against the squishy wall of Ruggie's stomach.

"It's a win win, you know?" He asked. "You get somewhere safe to hide, and I get to have a nice full belly for a while~" Ruggie contently sighed. "I gotta do the laundry now. You just let me know if you want anything, even if you just want to talk, ok?"

"You aren't letting me out...?"

"Nah, not yet at least... I mean, you don't want anyone else doing this, do ya? You're safer in there right now than out here. I'll let you out later..."

"Um... a-alright, then..."

"I'm gonna do the laundry... you just relax in there, ok?"

"Ok...! I, uh... thanks for keeping me safe, Ruggie." You quietly said.

Ruggie smiled to himself.

"No problem, (Y/N)~"

[loracarol]

Hi! I absolutely ❤️ your fanfic I'm Into Fitness! May I ask if you have any headcanons about what Julio and Hector's relationship is like?

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I rewatched the movie lololol.

I think it would be really awkward between the two of them at first. Not in a "they're enemies" kind of way, but just in a discomfort kind of way - Julio would be a reminder of everything H��ctor missed, and on Julio's side, he'd have a hard time thinking this young-looking guy was his father-in-law + he probably heard The Story a lot as a wedded man, so he has several decades of misinformation to overcome.

Julio is the one to build bridges; he was one of the first people to rush over to Héctor's side (gift is mine from this post) which I think is a good omen for his willingness to reach out.

3. They swap stories. There's a layer removed between Julio and Héctor where it doesn't hurt as bad to hear what Imelda and Coco went through.

4. Once they do get friendly, they get on like a house on fire, and while it's bittersweet - Julio can only imagine what it would have been like to have Héctor around in the land of the living, but their time together in the land of the dead is filled with laughter (eventually.)

5. DAD JOKES IN STEREO

[meteor-moon]

the "perfect" girl

teruhashi and bill cipher for anon :)

[acaciapines]

125 for the song ask thingy?

Bodega Run – Crying

“i still think we should destroy them,” alma says, turning up her nose as she kneads her shadowy paws against amity’s shoulder, her tail whipping back-and-forth as she and amity wait at the crosswalk with luz and mari. alma’s nose crinkles as she hisses out, “cars.”

“honestly, you probably could.” luz’s voice is light as she elbows her girlfriend, snickering. “you and gus got real close last week. mami was just about ready to break down, i think. whoever gave gus his license made a terrible, terrible mistake.”

“bailey is sometimes responsible,” amity says, as alma bares her teeth to the car passing by, speeding through the yellow light. a moment after it’s their turn to walk, and amity makes intense eye-contact with the blinkers of the cars.

“i promise you they aren’t alive,” mari says, flitting over as an oilbird to nudge her head against alma’s. “and if they were, your magic would be more than enough to tear it in two.”

“that’s not what king says.” but amity drops her glare once they’ve made it across the road. “i don’t understand why you don’t just fly everywhere.”

“well.” luz begins counting off on her fingers. “lack of any animals large enough to fly. a continent that’s a billion times bigger than the titan so even flight can take days. a whole culture in which being an adult and having a daemon able to change forms are contradictory ideas.”

“also,” says mari, “we built airplanes, so.”

amity considers this for a moment. “we should destroy airplanes as well.”

luz breaks into giggles, and squeezes amity’s hand.

Commentary

another song i forgot was on my playlist wahoo!!!

okay so i think its SO funny if witches are just like. cars make No Sense to them bc all their machinery is powered by magic (think like, the airships) which is very much alive maybe not exactly like a witch is but yknow what i mean, and so something like a CAR that is made out of dead things and barrels down ROADS?? what the fuck is THAT all about?? witches have no concepts of highways. post-canon as coven symbols are removed and as they learn more about historical witch society its like, none of this was needed, yknow?

bc like, the titan is pretty small, all things considered, and even with belos witch kids settled closer to 18 than 12--thats a good 18 years of using 'my palisman turning into a big bird' as a transportation method, and that was the historical way people got around and belos couldnt ENTIRELY get rid of that concept at least in the collective mind. and magic makes the longer distances like, way more understandable even once most adults have to change, and their technology very much interacts with and is based on the magic of the isles--it works with the world in a way a car very much doesnt.

AND PLUS luz's friends are introduced to cars with king and sraf (collector), both of whom are eight years old, have never seen a car in their lives, and can see dust. of which cars have Literally None, and roads tend to cut directly through established dust-patterns which is also what belos did <3. so uhhhh cars are somewhat of an eldritch horror to them.

basically um. lumity date but the entire time amity and alma are SO OFFENDED by the concept of cars. they could do so much better. and luzmari is like yknow what? yeah <3

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[canisalbus]

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[waywardstation]

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[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 1 year anniversary to FNAF ruin!!

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[garbean]

I love dunmeshi for the like.. built in horror of consumption. Like they eat to survive, they eat to honor their prey, they eat to possibly mourn someone. Laios eats monsters because he wants to learn more about the things he loves, Senshi eats monsters to feel included in the ecosystem because he didn't fit in with the outside and with most creatures in general, Chilchuck DOESN'T eat as much as he could because eating too much could kill all the party members, Marcille eats monsters and hates it but she still does it because she'll die before she could save Falin.