#plot is in the source

[nepotizm]

staying    out    all    night    when    homme    had    meetings    upon    meetings    to    attend    with    his    pretentious    parents    the    next    day    was    most    likely    harry's    worst    idea    yet    ,    however    he    couldn't    take    his    mother's    pestering    any    longer    and    needed    to    blow    off    steam    .    unfortunately    that    meant    stumbling    back    to    his    suite    at    4:30am    ,    a    still    slightly    drunk    harry    ignored    the    television    that    was    still    switched    on    and    the    candy    wrappers    on    the    couch    ,    assuming    it    was    him    earlier    on    ––––   until    he    opens   door    to    the    bedroom    .    eyes    widen    at    the    figure    sleeping    in    the    bed    .    at    first    male    believed    he    had    the    wrong    room    before    noticing    his    tuxedo    hanging    up    against    closet    door    .    '    uh    ,    hello    ?    '    homme    begins    ,    timbre    soft    but    bewildered    ––––    was    in    no    fit    state    to    be    angry    .    '    think    you    got    the    wrong    room    ?    '

[cnlyfans]

      "  it's  not  a  threat  ,  just  the  truth  ...  i  could  make  one  phone  call  and  you'd  lose  everything  .  "

[inkshadow]

❝ i'm… i'm really happy for you. really. ❞ tonight was going to be the night evie told her how she felt. to be honest before it was too late. it was wrong, of course it was, to reveal such a big thing to her best friend of many years. she was taken, the chances were slim. but evie rarely gave a fuck about circumstances in order to make her own. but as she'd just witnessed the glimmer of her friend's recent engagement ring, her stomach sank and she's left reeling in her head. ❝ d-did you know he was gonna propose? ❞

> happy birthday to my daughter @silvrmoon

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[thedevilspread]

if velvet bothered to turn her ponytail-twirling head, she’d see the pom-pom piranha’s skirt crumpled on the floor, a mess just like the girl herself. not that velvet was about to start remembering her name—not even now, not even with how deep they were into this. they’d been tangled up for minutes, stealing breath, grateful that the gym’s changing room locked so easily. no one could see. no one could hear. her nails dug into the back of the other girl’s head, pulling, owning. a smirk curled against her lips between kisses. “admit i’m better than you,” she murmured, knowing she was. her teeth dragged over the girl’s lower lip, a warning and a promise. her hands slipped beneath the flimsy crop top, creeping lower as she sank to her knees, lips grazing bare skin, leaving a slow, solitary kiss on her stomach. / @blvckswcn

[scribz-ag24]

Everyone go play PMD Seven Symphonies, it's a sequel for both Explorers of Sky and Special Episode 0 and it's making me fall in love with a bunch of teams i had never thought twice about!! i cant believe im saying this but i actually wanna draw team raider.

[scuderiaspringsteen]

circular narratives, passing the gauntlet, and boy kings // inspired by @mnyd 's tags on @drivestraight 's post

[wheneverfeasible]

Because I’m terrible and the plots won’t leave me alone, I’ve now got an idea based on this post about a demon who feasts on pain and suffering being a medical practitioner for the chronically and terminally ill and the patients fully loving it. And then my brain rot had to say “make it Steddie” because I’ve lost all control of my life.

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cw: terminal illness, minor and major character death (with a happy ending tho)

But imagine it. Eddie is a demon, a low ranking one at that originally. He gets a job at a medical facility for the chronically/terminally ill. Over time at the happy and consensual feasting he really does become one of the strongest demons because he’s constantly fed to the brim and he even has human worshippers, not that they’re traditional worshippers.

No, his followers are little old senior citizens who slip him butterscotch candies and other sweets they’re not supposed to have, which technically count as offerings. They thank him for his work, because he does actually take care of their bodies as well and even listens to their life stories, which count as praise and worship. They love and are devoted to him and they bring in their friends and family who are suffering too and Eddie’s accidental cult grows.

One day, things change. A young man, an anomaly in his youth, is brought in by parents who no longer wish to be burdened by their disabled son. Steve just shrugs it off and moves in with a smile, seemingly fine with being abandoned by his parents because he dared to be anything other than perfectly healthy.

He puts around the facility in his terry cloth robe and slippers on some days, others he dresses up in polos and slacks or even jeans when he’s feeling more casual, and always with a smile on his face. He makes those around him smile and laugh too, and his cheeks get pinched and he’s slipped candies too and he listens to others’ stories and he seems happy and content.

But Eddie feeds on his pain and suffering all the same, knows that behind that smile is a young boy who was told he probably wouldn’t live to see 30, who listens to the older folks knowing he would never get to live a life like that. Eddie knows that sometimes Steve cries himself to sleep at night.

Over time, Eddie and Steve grow closer. Steve hadn’t believed that Eddie was a demon at first, had thought it all just a joke, until one night Mr. Wozniak was laying in his bed, and Steve hadn’t meant to overhear, but he was passing by and the door was cracked open.

“Will I go to Hell now?” Mr. Wozniak was asking, but he seems peaceful all the same, like the thought wasn’t the terrifying ordeal so many people thought it was.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie was saying, but his voice sounds a little off, huskier, like…like brimstone sat in his throat. “I’ve never claimed your soul. It’s still your own. Go find Irena. She’s been waiting for you for too long.”

Irena, Steve knew from speaking with Mr. Wozniak, was his young wife who had died decades earlier.

“Will I get to see you again?”

Eddie’s long fingers reach out, his nails long and sharp, dark in a way that was not nail polish. He lightly and gently strokes the papery skin of Mr. Wozniak’s cheek. “You will be at peace. You will find the afterlife is so much more than this Good-vs-Evil rhetoric so popular in this plane of existence. Go in peace, my child, and should you wish it, perhaps one day we might meet again.”

Mr. Wozniak smiles at that, and he closes his eyes with a softly whispered, “Irena, I’m coming…”

A moment later, he was gone.

Steve watches as Eddie seems to grow smaller, appear more normal, and though he knows he should be terrified, he isn’t. Instead he continues on his way, letting the knowledge of more percolate in his brain, though by the next morning when news of Mr. Wozniak’s passing spreads and Eddie assures everyone that he passed away peacefully and in no pain, Steve knows Eddie speaks the truth and he realizes that nothing has changed. Eddie is still Eddie.

They continue to grow closer. He spends more time with Eddie, lets Eddie in fully on how much he hurts, and tells the demon that he wished things had been different and that they could have met under better circumstances.

Eddie tells him that he never enjoyed the taste of regret. It was far too bitter.

They fall in love, encouraged by their friends in the facility new and old, who don’t seem to care that he is a mortal with a short life expectancy and Eddie is an immortal demon lord. What is all that in the face of true love?

And then it happens, and Steve is the one lying in bed, knowing his time has come. He smiles up at Eddie and decides not to regret any of it, not wanting their final moments to be flavored with bitterness.

“Stevie,” Eddie whispers mournfully, and he’s beautiful. It’s not his full true form, but his eyes are a dark blood red, his teeth elongated into sharp fangs, and his pale skin veined with reds and blacks. Horns curl out from his curly hair.

“You said once that I get to be with my loved ones after this,” Steve says, still smiling, and he reaches up to cup Eddie’s jaw with a weakened hand. Eddie nods against him, and Steve wonders if all demons can cry, or if it’s just his. “Then take my soul, darling. It already belongs to you.”

Eddie flinches back, like Steve knew he would, because souls are not little things. Eddie had explained before, after everything, that he didn’t even actually deal in souls, that that wasn’t the sort of demon he was. Steve had asked if he could, on a technicality, and Eddie had paused because saying yes, any demon could, but souls were priceless. When you gave one up to a demon, you gave up everything. You would be theirs until the end of days. Eddie had said he wasn’t that sort of demon.

“Baby, no,” Eddie breathes now, shaking his head gently enough not to dislodge Steve’s hand. “You would be—”

“Yours,” Steve interrupts. “But I already am. You already own my heart. I now willingly give you my soul. All you have to do is accept it.”

And Eddie protests, at first, because Steve is giving him complete control over him for eternity. Steve gives it freely with open arms, and in the end, Eddie can do nothing but accept it. He tells Steve that he doesn’t know if demons have souls or not, but his belongs to Steve just as assuredly as his own heart does.

Steve’s final mortal breath is gifted into Eddie’s crimson mouth, full of peace and love and the understanding that this thing between them will always beat eternal.

It turns out that, whether it was still unknown if all demons had souls, Eddie was the sort that does.

And it also turns out that, when you’re gifted a demon lord’s soul, you become a demon too.

Eddie’s cult ends soon after, disbanded into non-existence. In its place, however, rises a new one that worships not just one demon caretaker, but two as Eddie is soon joined by another with floppy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes that for once smiles without hidden pain. They take care of their charges, gently coax them into eternal rest when it’s their time, and together prove that true love is forever.

[kurikorso]

nostalgia slapped me upside the head a little while ago so i had to draw my favorite dudes ft. the gecko effect

[transmechanicus]

Every harem anime should end in the supporting cast forcefemming the protagonist to balance the karmic debt of being a harem anime

[art-soboro]

a flood of miracles wouldn't be enough because you called my name

[supersonicanimates]

summary of half-life i made for a slideshow

[a-most-beloved-fool]

sometimes in garashir fics, observers are inexplicably Really Happy for the couple, and Garak (used to being generally untrusted and ostracized) is like. hmm. that's unexpected, but i appreciate it! and doesn't really question it further

but i also think it would be funny to have people be super supportive and for Garak to go full paranoia-mode about it. "They must be lying, there must be a plot. They would never be this pleased to see the Doctor dating a former member of the Obsidian Order otherwise. Bashir is part of their plan, clearly, but is he in on it? What is their plan? Why is it so important that I date Bashir?" And then Garak starts desperately looking through all of the station's classified information and spying on officers, trying to find what bit of information he missed

In my heart, this fic is silly in spirit with a happy ending (and perhaps a very stunned and confused Garak, who is still trying to process the fact that people were genuinely happy for them and bashir really truly does want him), but it could also make for something very angsty, if people so pleased

[dead-arcane-detectives]

Edwin: And so concludes this year’s Secret Santa drawing, just a quick reminder of the rules, $40 dollar limit, no perishable items, and no homemade massage coupons, Thomas.

Thomas: Fine, then everyone will have to pay full price for them.

Crystal: Oh, Edwin I would like a $40 dollar gift card to any restaurant that serves nachos.

Edwin: I don’t have you, Crystal.

Crystal: Not only do I know that you do indeed have me but I also know who everyone else has.

Jenny: That’s not possible.

Crystal: Perhaps not for ordinary people such as yourself, Jenny. But for the brilliant mind of Detective Crystal Sherlock Palace— I legally changed my name— it’s quite simply… elementary.

Crystal: For, you see, Charles made a face I only recognized from our bedroom, which means that he has Edwin.

Charles: *avoids eye contact*

Crystal: Monty has Jenny, his eyes keep shifting over to her.

Monty: No, they don’t. *eyes shift*

Crystal: Jenny looked disgusted, which means she has Thomas.

Crystal: Charlie didn’t draw a name, nor did she put one in, she doesn’t want to participate.

Night Nurse: Never do.

Crystal: Thomas moves his mouth when he reads and quite clearly said Monty.

Thomas: *flipping his paper* I did get Monty.

Crystal: Niko has Charles, she’s holding her paper name-side out.

Niko: Oh, she’s good.

Crystal: And I have Niko, which means Edwin has me. I’ll be taking that gift card, psychic loves nachos.

Edwin: Should we draw the names again and leave Crystal out?

All: Yeah!

Crystal: No!!! Sherlock wants a present!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

you are so whimsical i qant to check out this mdzs (..??) because of your whimsical nature thank you sorry im very high and your art moved me emotionally

This is simultaneously the sweetest and funniest thing someone has sent me, thank you.

[dropsnectar]

Fluff with some NSFW or NSFT

A vampire that stays mostly in half bat form during the day. He is only slightly smaller then his human form, but finds that he can survive on equal parts fruit juice and blood the more time he spends like this. Also his protruding nose is very fun to kiss~

A vampire that's so soft and fuzzy and loves to curl up with you when you come home from work. He loves to wrap you in his wings to keep you close and warm!! His musk always smells sweet. A courting vampire always doused himself in the best perfumes that intensify his musk. You always smell good whenever you spend time with your boyfriend.

A vampire who spends half his time during the week with his colony. It turns out that vampires were actually meant to be a social species, rather than isolated. When they form a colony, their mental state improves, which means less health issues, like dying in sunlight. A happy vampire can handle the stress of the sun better when he is covered in his sun hats and umbrellas! Your vampire prefers a large black cowboy hat, and some sunglasses.

A vampire that, while being nocturnal, always makes time to be with you. He can't keep himself from kissing your face when he sees you, and holding your for a full five minutes before you two go off on your dates.

A vampire who when he gets you home, loves to go down on you. Its one of his favorite things, sometimes even swearing that your fluid is just as nutritious as blood to him. He'd go into the details about vampires and life force with you, but your too cute squirming under him, for him to stop. Maybe later.

A vampire who loves singing to you. He can't help it, its part of the vampire courting behavior. You find him humming so often when he meets with you, when he holds you, when the two of you are making love. He also loves taking you to music festivals, its a fun pastime for you to share!

A vampire who tells you about his colony's scheduled orgies(also known as swarms). Who doesn't mind sharing you occasionally among his brethren, if you don't mind going of course!

A vampire who uses his big ears and silent magic chirps to check the area for danger. A vampire who can sense an irrate person by the sound of their heartbeat and always steers you clear of any risks when your out.

A vampire who is obsessed with the sound of your heartbeat, loving how close to you it makes him feel. And who loves to listen to it thud faster when he gets you all riled up.

(In case you didn't catch on these are all bat behaviors: link)