#short-ish

[ivyprism]

The Duet of Medieval and Modern Times AU Villain (Info Dump)

Warnings: Mentions of death, war, etc.

Short-ish?

Ender (goes by Tragedy) - A Skeleton Villain

Personality: He's an enigmatic figure who keeps the majority of his descriptions vague. He genuinely cares about people, but he has a criminal record. He was a pawn in someone else's game until he transformed himself into his own king. He has some morals that are hidden beneath the surface, and he refuses to talk about his past because it bothers him. He actively fought against the major kingdoms of the universe and he learned how to blend in on his own and fought and killed armies to protect a specific location and people. He is shown to feel some remorse for his crimes. He's looking for his sister.

Appearance: He's a skeleton monster with a tail. He's about 6'2" and he has murky red and purple eye light. He has a large scar on his right eye (red) that was very clear someone had hit his skull with a blunt object. (It's very wide and deep on top, but gets smaller down).

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @fruitsnackart @hearty-dose-of-ranch

[im-animal-crossing-the-border]

This is beautiful

This is how the golden age of piracy ended.

[partsinsum]

Umbrellas

I beg to spite the rain

I don’t believe in umbrellas

Take the weather in stride

Never to impress

But because I want you

To be standing next to me

Holding it over my head

For I’m just too stubborn

[stevebabey]

you're the only one for me, baby

1.7k, steddie, one of them getting so drunk that they don't recognise the other and telling them back off i've already got a boyfriend, it's all sweetness <3 likely a modern!au and actually just goobers in love

Eddie doesn't really drink. He's not against partying but he's much more attuned to smoking a little weed to take the edge off, sometimes a spliff if he wants to mix a little business and pleasure.

Eddie doesn't really drink—so when he does, it goes about as well as expected.

From zero to a hundred.

Steve had lost track of him after directing his stumbling feet towards the bathroom to take a leak. But apparently, as he's now found out, this bathroom has two doors.

What the fuck kind of bathroom has two doors, like some weird thoroughfare?

Regardless, it took all of five minutes with no noises coming from the inside before Steve had loudly announced he was coming in, no matter what, getting quite worried for his boyfriend.

He trusted Eddie to not be too sloshed to handle a piss, even if he was on the wilder side tonight, but still leaned up against the door to chase off anyone else looking to knock—because Eddie hilariously gets pee-shy.

The door had opened easily, apparently unlocked, and Steve had stepped into the empty bathroom. The other door across the room, the one he hadn't noticed until now, was wide open to the party.

So, now he's on the hunt for Eddie.

Which is a task that feels a little bit like herding cats because drunk Eddie isn't something Steve has a lot of experience with. But what he does know, is this: it's the opposite of high Eddie.

Stoned, Eddie likes to find the comfiest place he can (usually Steve's lap, or so he proclaims) and sink into it, like melting wax. Then, given he has access to adequate snacks, he doesn't move for quite some time.

Drunken Eddie cannot even fathom the concept of sitting still.

Either way, looking where there's food is a good as a place to start as any.

Steve ambles out the strange two-doored bathroom and flips his head back and forth, trying to remember the direction of the kitchen. He hasn't been here before—one of Eddie's band connections—and Steve's still had a couple beers himself.

He shakes his head and takes a left, relieved when it leads to the stairs. Okay, he sort of knows where he's going now. They had only come upstairs to find the quieter bathroom for Eddie.

As Steve reaches the bottom of the stairs, a faint stir of irritation flashes through him. Eddie just left him behind? That wasn't that nice, even if he was incredibly drunk.

He can hear the din of people chattering just above the music and he follows it, leading him into the half-full kitchen, people dotted around. There's a few pizza boxes scattered around and Steve eyes each of them specifically, looking for the tell-tale wipe of Eddie's greasy fingers. No dice.

Steve wrinkles his nose, spinning around and double checking before he moves on.

If not by the food, then... where?

Steve takes a few steps forward into the living room, his heart beginning to sink and shrivel all at once. There was a miserable feeling attached to looking for his partners at a party, a wallowing and awful memory tied to the feeling.

Steve pushes a hand across his chest roughly, as if trying to shove the feeling away.

Eddie wasn't... her. Eddie wouldn't do that.

But the moment he's thought it, it's stuck in his head. Steve's feet begin to speed up, checking a little more carelessly as he starts to stick his head in different rooms, his hazel eyes jumping around. Not Eddie, not Eddie, not Eddie—so many people and none of them are Eddie.

Until—there. Steve spots a very familiar looking behind as it leans over the back of the couch, the owner of said-behind talking to someone sitting on the couch.

He blinks, just to be sure, but the details come into better focus. There's chains on his belt loops and when he shakes his head, Steve can see the curls he loves to bury his hands into.

Eddie.

Steve's relief pulls him forward, his feet almost stumbling, his mouth pulling into a relieved smile. He puts a hand out, fingers spread, across the leather-clad back.

"Eds," Steve says, relief colouring his voice.

Eddie swings up abruptly, pushing himself off the couch. When he turns, a bit of liquid sloshes out of the beer bottle he's holding.

"Heyyy," The words come out a bit slurred and when he finally stands straight, he doesn't look right at Steve. "Handsssss off the merchandise, buddy."

Steve chuckles, reaching out and plucking the bottle from his boyfriend's grasp. Eddie gawps, an adorable little hiccup interrupting his shocked expression.

"Hey," He says loudly, reaching forward for it fruitlessly as Steve pulls it out reach. "That's mine." Eddie whines.

"You've had more than enough, I think." Steve says. He steals just one gulp of it before he turns at puts it on a nearby table. When he turns back, Eddie is frowning at him, brows pulled together tightly and bottom lip jutting out.

"Listen—" Eddie leans forward, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. "I dunnowhoyouthinkyouare," The words come out in a one big jumble and Steve frowns.

What? Something sour claws into Steve's chest at the frosty greeting.

"Eddie," Steve says, his hazel eyes wide and worried as his gaze darts between Eddie's squinted face and swaying form.

Steve reaches out to put a hand on his waist, aiming to steady him, but Eddie sees it coming and widens his eyes comically. He swerves back to avoid it, his boots tilting dangerously on the wooden floors. If he was still holding his beer, Steve bets half of it would be on the floor by now.

"Wo-oah," Eddie exaggerates, waving a hand out and batting Steve's outstretched arm away. The rottenness in Steve's chest blooms, rancid and freezing. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"Ed—"

"I—" Eddie says, holding up his hand and waggling one finger at Steve, like he's a naughty schoolboy. His words still have that drunken slur to them.

"—already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. He's much too pretty to be throwing it away for the likes of you, you weasel of a man..." His ludicrous and nonsensical insult trails off under his breath as Eddie's attention is drawn away by a shout across the room.

As he watches Eddie drape himself back over the couch, the sourness between Steve's ribs shifts, transforming into something infinitely sweeter. He lets out a dazed laugh, a wild smile spreading on his face before he can smother it beneath his hand.

I'm dating a lunatic, Steve thinks happily.

He reaches out and steals Eddie's beer once more, taking another large swig before giving it another go.

This time, he sidles up beside Eddie who's engaged back in conversation with one of the guys on the couch, and just waits. It only takes a minute before the dude on the couch seems to realise who Steve's waiting for and he nudges Eddie, gesturing behind him.

Eddie, still bent over the back of the couch, twists only his head to look. This time, the recognition is immediate.

He springs up, pushing the couch forward an inch in his excitement and leaps forward, his hands clawing into Steve's shoulder with a fierce delight.

"Steeeeve," Eddie croons, crowding in close. His hands start moving, fingers searching like curious spiders, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin of Steve's neck til he's squirming back, laughter betraying him.

"Stop it." He laughs. Steve arrests Eddie's wrists in his hand and Eddie cackles, using the pause to surge forward, kissing him square on the mouth.

Eddie tastes like the beer he's been drinking and Steve barely gets a moment to enjoy it before Eddie's pulling back, leaning forward so they're forehead to forehead.

"I was looking for you." Eddie says, his doe eyes wide. His pupils grow larger the longer he stares at Steve.

Steve grins. "Uh huh. Looking for me between the couch cushions, were you?"

Eddie rears back, his head flipping as he stares back at the couch and then back at Steve. "Nuh uh. I came out the bathroom and you were goooone."

That explains it. Eddie must have left out the other door — and then thought Steve had left him behind and gone hunting for him. Something else settles in Steve's chest, relieved.

"And—" Eddie hiccups. "—and some guy tried to- to freakin' flirt with me. Can you believeee?"

Steve's grin widens by a mile. "Is that so? What you'd tell him?"

"No, of course!" Eddie says, head pulled back as if he's appalled Steve would think otherwise. He shakes his hands out of Steve's grip and drops them, fumbling for a moment to get his fingers into Steve's belt loops.

When he does, he yanks Steve forward a tad too forcefully, their bodies colliding in a way that's more sore than sexy. Eddie continues on as if he doesn't notice. "Even if he was particularly tasty," He murmurs, his lips tracing the column of Steve's throat.

"I let him know, baby." Eddie all but purrs.

And perhaps if the competition Eddie was beating off was literally anyone other than himself, Steve would be right there with him.

Instead, he can't contain his snort of laughter. Eddie was perfect; he was a possessive and drunken dog, barking up the wrong damn tree. Steve loves him.

"You're laughing," Eddie states plainly, even as his doe eyes manage to grow even more round. Steve can't help it, it just makes him laugh more.

"Treason." Eddie declares. Then using the belt loops to keep Steve captive, he leans in and blows a raspberry on his neck.

Steve lets out an unattractive squawk, his laughter melting into Eddie's as he pushes his boyfriend's face away — to which Eddie simply lets himself go limp, his face cradled and held up solely by Steve's hands.

"Christ," Steve says between his laughs, shifting his hand to hold him more tenderly. Eddie smiles dopely, then puckers his lips and closes his eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes, entirely too endeared. "Alright, c'mere," He gives in, leaning and kissing Eddie, short and sweet. When he pulls back, Eddie's eyes are open, starry and gazing up at him. He gives a dreamy sounding sigh. Steve's heart fizzles, like it's full of pop-rocks.

"Ready to go?"

"As long as it's with you, baby." Eddie says, sounding every bit like he means it.

[tubborucho]

the only bald button that is actually about being bald

random poll bc im curious

feel free to add tags abt gender and stuff too/nf

[jsheios]

Some more older hilda stuff/hcs

[ruubesz-draws]

Later...

(Shimo is a prankster)

Ghidorah every time Godzilla gets a new enemy.

True frienemies right there!

I was going to make a Godzilla animatic of this exact scene but discarded the idea later (wasn't sure whether we were allowed to use the audio without getting a copyright strike idk)

I LOVE the Mickey Mouse Shorts lol

[6gumi]

what a sweet sight.

⋆.˚ NSFW mdni . wc . 800 . jiaoqiu x f!reader 、titsuckin’ 、maybe body worship 、t!tplay / n!ppleplay 、tuggin’ on jiaoqiu’s ears a lil’ bit ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ postin’ so many fillers, i swear this is the last one . . the rest will be on mai other account ! hehe hope dis was okiez, also a lil mini celebration for 2000+ before plannin’ somethin’ bigger ! ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )”

JIAOQIU could feel your body clinging onto his, his lips curling into a grin as he listened to your constant blabbering and complaints . . . your adorable complaints about how he focused more on your cunt than those sweet breasts of yours. “now now, darling girl . . . is this really something to be whining about? i took good care of you, didn’t i?” under unexpected circumstances, jiaoqiu’s eyes widened for a moment at the sight of you lifting the robe on your body, lifting it enough to show off your ample bosom, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. “tsk tsk tsk . . . still so demanding, despite not saying a single word . . .” his smile turned into a mischievous smirk as he settled his spoon down on the wooden counter, his own hands reaching out to cup both of your breasts. "your breasts are quite the sight, a sweet sight . . .” the foxian complimented, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of them. he trailed his fingers along the edge of your robe, teasing your sensitive flesh as he pulled away, with that same stupid expression on his face.

"you’re right, darling . . . i did neglect these pretty things last night," he agreed, his fingers lazily reaching out to cup one of them once more, his touch gentle as he began to massage the soft flesh against his palms. “look at how beautiful and perky your nipples are, my sweet . . . it’s like they’re begging for me to give them attention. so so beautiful.” the young male’s thumbs circled around your erected nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he leaned in to nibble on your neck. "let me make it up to you then . . . that good, hm?” jiaoqiu suggested, his voice dropping to a sultry purr as he reached for your body, pulling you closer against him. jiaoqiu pressed another kiss to your lips, parting them with his tongue as he deepened the kiss, the taste of cinnamon lingered on his breath, a remnant of the meal he was about to enjoy just a few minutes ago.

he rolled your hard nipples between his fingers a second time, pinching them just enough to make your back arch in pleasure. jiaoqiu watched the pink blush spread across your skin, his ears twitching at the small squeak of your voice, “jiaoqiu . . .” his own expression grew more intense at the mere sound of his precious girl’s voice, he leaned forward to take one of your awaiting nipples into his mouth. “oh my sweet girl . . . look at this perfect body of yours, so gorgeous . . so perfect.” the foxian flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub, sucking gently and letting his teeth graze it in a feather-like touch. jiaoqiu continued to tease you, switching between your breasts every so often, his hands tracing circles around your sensitive nipples before giving them a sharp tug. “you taste good," he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“every inch of your body that i missed last night . . . will be under my care, ‘kay? just lay down for me.” the foxian instructed, his voice a soft purr as he watched you lay on your back, his gaze lingering on your chest. "pretty baby . . . your breasts are like ripe fruit, begging to be plucked and savored," your boyfriend praised, his fingers trailing down your sides, teasing at your waist. he leaned up, capturing one of your nipples between his lips once more, switching between sucking and nibbling. “i could drown in your beauty, sweetheart. i only wish I had more than just my hands and mouth to worship every inch of you," he confessed, his voice a low, sensual rasp. “my tongue on your nipples . . . is not enough for me.”

your eyes widened at the sudden sensation and sweetness laced in his words, causing you to tug on his ears . . . earning a soft grunt from him. a small chuckle left your throat when your fingers ran through his luscious pink locks and those unique foxian ears of his, “you’re so cheesy.”

“oh, is that so?” jiaoqiu hummed, his playful smile did not falter . . . not once. “i assure you, when you're this delicious, a little cheesiness won’t hurt anyone.”

“but s—still . . . it’s cheesy and corny.” your hands came to rest against his cheeks, squeezing them with a soft smile. "i know," he chuckled, his lips brushing against your skin . . . gazing at you with a grin, his ears twitching in response to your little tug. “but you seem to enjoy it, no matter how corny it is," he joked, his hands reaching up to cup both of your breasts once again with a hum of satisfaction. “guess i’ll have to keep doing it . . . isn’t that right? i should thank you for blessing me with this sweet sight.”

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[leopardmuffinxo]

🔔 wedding night 🔔

[wasyago]

i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu

+ thoughts

[nopanamaman]

should we expect new pafl part closer to the new year?

(no negative)

(i know you're swamped with work)

(im asking purely out of curiosity)

I don't know atp😭

I should finish the current segment of the weekly comic in a couple of weeks, after which I wanted to fully go into video making mode, but at that point it will be the middle of December. And let's be real, with the amount of animation I need to do for it, I don't think it's happening before 2025.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think I'd go over a year without a major PAFL episode. While I'm glad I could release Execution and a bunch of singles over the course of 2024, I underestimated the workload the ongoing comic run would entail and was left with no time for the actual main project. It's pure mismanagement on my end.

I'll do better next year and reevaluate my work schedules, so hopefully you won't need to wait this long for new episodes ever again

[blanze]

It feels good to be back.

(A more risque version under the cut)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[peachesarts]

i just think they should wear cute summer outfits and go on little summer dates together that's all

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

character dynamic ask game

qs focusing around how two characters interact with & see each other. any kind of matchup (partners, friends, mortal enemies, etc.) is fair game!

rules: send two characters and a question (or more!)

what were A's first impressions of B? were they mostly correct or have they changed?

if asked to describe B to a stranger, what would A say? are they mostly truthful, or is there anything they omit?

what's something A thinks in their head about B that they would NEVER tell them out loud? alternately, what's something they want to say to them but haven't/can't, and why not?

how does A refer to B (first name/last name/pet name/title/etc) in their head, to them directly, and to others? are they different? why?

A has to get B a [birthday/christmas/whatever] gift. right now. what would they get? how long would they spend thinking about it?

what does A think B thinks of them? or, if asked to describe their relationship, how would they do it? are they right?

are there any habits, mannerisms, practices etc. A does because of B? anything they do because they saw B doing it, or got advice from them about it, or something rubbed off on them? alternately, are there any little things B does that annoy them?

is there anything they really disagree on? what are they most likely to argue about?

what do outsiders think their relationship is? do they consciously or unconsciously act different around others?

how well does A think they know B? are they correct?

what's something A knows about B that most people don't? alternately, what's something most people believe about B that A doesn't?

if B asked A for help, how likely would they be to give it?

if A needed help, how likely would they be to ask B for it?

for two characters that met very recently, how would their dynamic be different (if at all) if they had known each other for much longer? for characters that are childhood/longtime acquaintances, how would it be different if they met for the first time today?

what's A's absolute favorite (or least favorite) thing about B?

free space: what's your favorite thing about their dynamic, as a fan or as a writer?

[idontcaboose]

Haunter car au, pt 7?

Ngl, the past few chapters have fought me harder than giving the half feral cat my brother brought home a bath. I have deleted 3 potential full chapters and have needed to rewrite my bullet points. That being said, the likelihood of more than just Constantine being run over just went up.

P.s. my buffer chapters also got caught in the deleting because that flow was not having it. The only solace is that my last post was actually the perfect place to change direction. Have fun with a short Bruce chapter, cause Danny is going to have all the fun next chapter.

P.P.S. Look, a masterpost!

Previous. Masterpost?!

Bruce was in pain. Alfred gave him some of the good pain medication, but did not think the bruised to the point of almost fractured ribs and sprained shoulder needed the iv pain medication. The concussion was also minor, so Alfred gave him the mandatory 8 hours plus 6 more for the concussion, and added a ban on patrol for a few days because of the ribs and shoulder. Bruce could still check on cases and basic maintenance of gear until the stoic butler mother-henned him back to bed. Alfred had mentioned that the Batmobile was reported to be feeling a bit off by Duke, but it was followed up by Alfred asking telling him to park better next time.

Bruce made his way down to the cave to find Duke exiting the Batmobile. 

“Duke, Alfred mentioned something about the car. Do you know what was causing the problems?” Bruce was hoping that it was a simple fix.

“Ye- yeah, I think I want to try my hand in its maintenance though. Do you think you could have this one labeled as off patrol until I get it back up to snuff?” 

“We could work on it together, do you want to get it on the lift?” 

Bruce wasn't completely sure what response he was expecting from Duke, but a startled panic was not on the list.

“Uh-um, Bruce, you have a concussion working with any sort of machinery would be bad. Maybe next time you do a tune-up, I could join you?”

“Duke, what is wrong with the Batmobile?”

“I- I, uuuh.”

BEEEEP

BEEEEEEEEPPP

BEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP

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