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bearsbeetsbeskar · 5 months
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moodboard tag game 😇
open pinterest, make a moodboard out of the first nine pictures that show up, and tag your mutuals!
thank you loves for tagging me: @javiscigarette @ilovepedro
now that I'm on winter break I have time to do fun little tag games like this and it makes me so giddy it's silly
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im dying because this is basically my current life mood:
horny
joel miller
chinese food
little mental health affirmations (thanks to all the therapy exercises I look up on pinterest)
more horniness
more self help mental health stuff
studying
more horniness
more studying
no pressure tags: @amywritesthings @the-scandalorian @joelsgreys @amanitacowboy @flintstill @iamasaddie @swiftispunk and anyone else who wants to participate!
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matchingbatbites · 10 months
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”
“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 
Jesus Christ.
“Eddie?”
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄
”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
“Eddie, what-
”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie- 
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’
He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’
Steve saves him by sending another message.
‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’
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chubsette · 6 months
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Someday could you give us tips to draw chubby bodies?
i once put together some tips on how I draw fat for a friend so i suppose i can share those right now :) just keep in mind that these might not help everyone and that i mostly don't know what i'm talking about. it's just how i personally draw idk
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and i cannot reccomend the book morpho: fat and skin folds by Michael Lauricella enough. it's an amazing resource for learning and it really changed the way i understand fat as an artist
edit: excuse all the typos on the images fml
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autogynephallic · 1 year
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why do people always talk about fetishes like they’re less than and more disgusting than “normal” sexual attraction? stop assigning moral values to kinks. wanting to fuck someone isnt any more virtuous than wanting to get eaten. kill the cop inside your head.
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toasteaa · 3 months
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I'm sorry anon, I know you were probably wanting a really well thought out response to that question about being bitten and I didn't give it to you but I hope you're happy about forcing me to think about:
Zhongli taking a moment to swipe at the smallest remnant of tea on your bottom lip and freezing when you decide to give his thumb a teasing bite. It's not that it's unusual for you to do such a thing, frankly he's come to expect when you might be feeling particularly playful. However, a bite during this time of the year - when the seasons are turning warmer and churning that ancient need in him - and this openly with that gleam of a playful challenge in your eyes; it conjures an old adage in his mind. "Let sleeping dragons lie, lest you bring their wrath upon your head". Hmm...how curious a thing it is indeed. To be in such a dangerous position - quite literally in a dragon's palm - and to flirt so openly with one such as powerful as he. A god such as he. Ah, but you are unaware of that; unaware of the god Morax sitting across from you, stirring at the feel of your teeth just barely biting into him. He could take it as a challenge. He could allow his wrath to pour freely. But...ah, yes. This deep seated coil of heat is not wrath - he knows that quite well.
Neuvillette trying oh so hard to hold back his instincts when he feels your breath tickling his neck. He'd gotten used to letting you settle in his lap when he brought his work home some evenings. He'd gotten used to carrying you to bed when you'd inevitably fall asleep. He'd even gotten used to sternly yet gently declining your invitations for him to rest with you. He'd never thought he'd be here, you having nosed the loose collar of his shirt down, brushing your lips against his exposed skin, and threatening - not threatening, *teasing* - to bite him unless he come to bed and rest with you. It's not the right spot; no, it's a bit too far off. But it's close enough. Close enough for it to click something in his mind. Something ancient. Something primal. A mate's mark is nothing to take lightly, especially not when it comes to making a bond with a dragon. Alas: You are not aware that he's a dragon. He'll sate you for now, close up his books and worry over his work tomorrow, and join you for once - so long as you do not try to bite him again. He's kept his secrets from you thus far; do not force his wants and instincts to reveal everything to you in the throes of passion. He wants it to be a bit more...romantic than that.
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cannibalcaprine · 5 months
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sometimes the libido isn't even for sex, sometimes it's just an intense craving to get the shit beaten out of you
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artashipatrick · 17 days
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“Patrick loves challenging Art. And, you know, he loves doing little tricks to get him riled up. Likewise, in the churro scene, when he realizes what he’s doing, he LOVES it! He calls him a snake but he’s enjoying it. He’s like, ugh, I’m so proud of you. So there’s a kind of brotherly relationship, there’s a kind of romantic thing.” — josh o’connor on patricks relationship with art
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detectiveforfree · 8 months
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returning to my roots of drawing this guy
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otomehonyaku · 12 days
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Diabolik Lovers More,Blood ☽ Yandere Ruki (Manservant Ending)
I was reminded of this scene a little while ago (thanks to @karleksmumskladdkaka, who is my daily Ruki content dealer tbh) and I'd like you all to indulge in yandere Ruki with me for a moment... the unhinged whispering fucking kills me every time dkfjdfkf
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hrokkall · 10 months
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HOW TO PIN YOUR INSECTS:
Position limbs into desired arrangement and pin in place
Maintain eye contact
Pin should pass through the center of the thorax
Move slowly; lest the divine light leak out along with the ichor
Wait for the embers to die.
Wait for the embers to reignite.
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