#this has gotten away from me

[what-is-this-tomfoolery]

I’m a little late but happy ace awareness week!

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#ace #asexual #ace awareness #ace awareness week #i hope all the ace folks out there are having/had a good day #y’all deserve it #even on days that aren’t ace awareness week #and if your not that’s ok! #this has gotten away from me #anyway happy ace awareness week

[sensitiveheartless]

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#ehehe #they have a lot to talk about #and rest assured they will in the next parts! #this comic series has really gotten away from me but I’m having a lot of fun lol #bsd #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #skk

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 9/30/23

prompt: drunk talk

“Ssteeeve! Over.” Dustin’s voice comes over the radio, staticky and slurred.

It’s 1 AM, Steve has a shift first thing in the morning, and he really should be sleeping, but he’s been nervously awaiting this call all night. His kids are finally leaving the nest, going to their first party and he knew this meant they would be calling him for a ride at some point, so he kept the volume up on his radio. When he doesn’t answer fast enough, a whole chorus of clumsy voices crackle over the radio. 

“Steven Anita Harrington! Over.” Mike starts giggling like a mad man at the very incorrect middle name he’s decided to give Steve. In the background, Steve is pretty sure he can hear someone throwing up.

“Are you guys okay?” Steve asks, and then after a moment of silence, adds: “Over.”

“Thank you, Steven! We are great! Over.” There’s a cacophony of giggles and Steve is pretty sure they forgot why they even called,

“Do you need a ride? Over.” 

“To where? Over.” 

“Y- Dumbass, to your homes. Okay stay where you are, I'm coming to get you.” Steve zips a hoodie halfway up his bare chest, too tired and annoyed to put a shirt on, and grabs his keys on the way out the door. He’d had the good sense to make them tell them who was throwing the party, and a couple minutes later, he’s pulling up to a house that’s not too far from his own. He spots his gaggle of drunkards immediately, the lot of them huddled around the radio, shaking it and hitting the side like it’ll split at the seams and drop candy. “Hey! Dumbasses! Get in the car,” he hollers.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas look up from the radio, dumbfounded. “Steve, what are you doing here?” Lucas asks.

“Dude, I just told you I was coming to pick you up.”

Mike scoffs and puts an arm around Will who, yup that definitely was puking he heard, because Will is doubled over in the bushes. “You didn’t say ‘over’, dumbass.”

“Just get in the car! You guys are sleeping at mine tonight, or your parents will kill me for letting this happen.” The boys stumble towards the car, fighting over the handle for the front seat when a large hand appears out of nowhere and pushes them out of the way.

“Nuh uh kiddos, respect your elders. I ride shotgun.” Eddie says, swaying only a fraction as bad as the kids. They grumble, but agree and help Will into the backseat. “And a good evening to you, boys.” Eddie says, staring directly at Steve’s chest. 

From the back seat there’s a chorus of “Boo! Weak! Do better!” Even from Will, who is barely holding his head up off Mike’s shoulder. Eddie takes the challenge as Steve starts driving back to his house.

“I’ve always wanted to live in the jungle,” he says. Steve has to swat Eddie’s hand away from running through his chest hair, desperately trying to be annoyed and not aroused in front of the kids. But Eddie knows Steve knows he has a thing for his hair, and Steve has a thing for anything that gets Eddie riled up. 

“What are you even doing here, Eds? I thought you were at home.”

“Team bonding?” Eddie tries.

“He was selling drugs!” Dustin hollers, absolutely zero control over his volume. 

Eddie whips around in his seat to yell “You motherfucker!” at Dustin.

“Nope,” the kid retorts. “Pretty sure that’s you.”

When they pull into Steve’s driveway, he orders the kids to go to the living room and go to sleep. The boys slowly fumble their way out of the car and through the front door, all the while Eddie stares at Steve with a lusty fire burning in his eyes. 

“You wore that just to torture me, didn’t you?” Eddie asks.

“Eddie, I didn’t even know you were at the party. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“OR we could stay out here and fog up these windows.”

“Nice try, my beautiful little distillery, you are far too drunk. Now be a good boy and get in bed, and maybe I’ll let you pet me you little weirdo.”

Eddie unbuckles and throws the door open so fast that he trips over his feet and face plants getting out of the car. He hops up, no worse for wear, and turns around to salute Steve. “Sir, yes sir!” He yells, and sprints through the house to Steve’s bedroom.

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #yet again one of these prompts has gotten away from me

[hazy-egg]

I saw this post and it immediately drove me to get back on my bullshit and draw dsaf shit again

#I swear I'm still active #I'm gonna keep drawing these idiots don't you worry #davesport #jack kennedy #jack dsaf #dsaf jack #dave miller #dave dsaf #dsaf dave #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #dsaf fanart #my art #If you see the toothbrush disappear in the last panel no you do not <3 #Also wooo happy first original post of 2024! #god time has gotten away from me

[soledadcatalina]

[id: three sketches of lilienne carter from disco elysium set against a pale yellow background. the first sketch, in yellow is lilienne sitting on her boat, looking over her shoulder and holding a fishing rod. second sketch in green is lilienn holding up two fishes in fishing line. third sketch in light blue is lilienne in overalls and a hat, pulling up netting. /end id]

his ms carterrr

#disco elysium #accessible fanart #image description #lilienne carter #lilienne the net picker #casetrippy does art #the time has really gotten away from me OOPS

[damthosefandoms]

every week we have to wait between new pjo episodes is like reliving the year between mark of athena and house of hades. except this time we’re ten years older and still haven’t forgiven rick for that author’s note💙

#if you were there for that year you’re a real one💙🩵💙 #and when I say that I mean it because I think that year alone I reread the entire series like four or five times. I remember in eighth grade #house of hades came out and when I brought it to school the next day my Spanish teacher took it away from me #for reading in class. #this has gotten me to reread the series again after years of not having the attention span to read. #as usual percy changes my brain chemistry what else is new #percy jackson #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #rick riordan #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #the lightning thief #tlt #pjo s1 #pjo spoilers #heroes of olympus #my post

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I saw @qourmet's young madam lan art, and knew what I had to do.

#better drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan furen #horse #we need to name her horse IMMEDIATELY #Qingheng-Jun #She is stunning and beautiful and the design has me in a death grip #AND she's a horse girl? It was not even and option to not draw her. #Lan wangji has to get his biting and tearing and killing genes from somewhere. #Its maternal. He inherited the hunting instinct from his mother and an attraction to people who do crimes from his father #btw if yall haven't seen them; All of qourmet's prev generation designs are *so* good. I have genuinely gotten brainrot over CSSR and WCZ. #On every god that exists I WILL find a way to have them show up in the pd-mdzs comic canon. I've already scripted the comics. Its happening #Also it's been too long since I drew an equine. Why are there not *more* equines in MDZS. This is why I had to make the equineswap au. #I''m still not sure how a horse works. but I'm getting there. #Slowly I am creeping towards the necessary skill set I need to draw Qiyan Agula. #JQWS audio drama....I am gazing at you so fondly. I will return to you with power and strength (better comic skills to draw you) #we are a long way away but...that's the dream project.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Howdy's rainbow suspenders.

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk-

#im so mad i didnt notice On Stream hnggggg #characters who have rainbows associated with them: eddie / frank / sally / now howdy as well #please refer to eddie's tie. the butterfly on frank's door. sally's house. howdy's suspenders. thankyew #HE'S FRUITY! I SWEAR TO GOD #listen . Listen. #'oh the filters/light is just affecting the black-' #okay then why is frank wearing black thats entirely unaffected. why is barnaby's nose unaffected. why is howdy's BELT unaffected #why are the colors on his suspenders in Blatant Rainbow Order. #huh. explain it to me. make it make sense other than HE'S QUEER? HOWDY PILLAR LOVES MEN I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL #AND YOU'RE DYING ON IT WITH ME- #ok ok. sorry. normal. im Normal #godddd i just. That Image. from the commercial comp #the way he has a bit of a prominent blush. the way he's leaning towards barn. the rainbow suspenders #absolutely unprompted #howdy pillar #the way that the only times we've gotten something of howdy Without barn making an appearance was #the howdy-sally / howdy-eddie / howdy-poppy / that one makeship ad #laughingstock is so real. oh its so real- #(probably one-sided or barn just has some internalized issues to work through - or they both do - but. But.) #hey! put the gun away! i dont need to be put down! i swear im mentally stable! #im So mentally stable? ive been in the trenches since day one? #wh. what do you mean thats... huh? shhh dont worry about it im fine we're fine and i called it months ago- PUT THE GUN DOWN #anyway no i havent just been staring at that housewarming image. no i havent. Swearsies

[iinryer]

tagged by @lemonlyman-dotcom for wip wed! ty!

i actually have smth to share because was possessed by a demon yesterday with an idea for a post-date fic and slammed out 3k words in one go. so I’m hoping i will finish this by tonight lol

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“Yeah, but I—I ruined our date,” Buck says weakly, huffs an audibly self-deprecating sound that he thinks he meant to be something like a laugh, “I, um, I didn’t know…,”

He trails off, Tommy leans against the island next to him on an elbow, head tilted a bit towards his lifted shoulder to look at him. To give his full attention. Waiting, Buck realizes, giving space for Buck to say what he needs to say, to hear what he’s thinking.

But the only words he can find are, “I didn’t—I didn’t know…,”

Tommy seems to see him getting lost, so he says, “Know what? Know that your first date on the other team might be overwhelming? Or that it would get crashed by your coworker? Or even that you might feel some kind of way about that?” he smiles, easy as anything, and teases kindly, “I don’t see how you could’ve known any of that,”

Buck lets out an exhale in a rush, ducking his head, helpless to stop the beginnings of a bashful smile from peeking through, and makes himself peer back up, “Yeah, I—I guess so,”

“Well I know so,” Tommy says, eyebrows doing a very pointed dance, before breaking out into that light grin again, “You couldn’t have, and neither could I. That’s kind of how life works,”

—

tagging @gayeddieagenda @sibylsleaves @colonoscopys @try-set-me-on-fire !!

#this fic has gotten SO far away from me. Buck said i want to hold his hand before we talk #and then it spiraled fhfhdhdh #iinryer wip

[notallsandmen]

for the WIP game: you know I'm obsessed with Hob titty fucking, I think everyone else should be too

It was a sveltering London summer day. Hob nearly passes out on the bus home, and he has to stand in the shower for half an hour to cool down.

It didn’t use to be this fucking hot. So much had changed in just a few centuries, and not for the better.

But something as petty as cataclysmic global warming was apparently not enough to stop Dream from popping by for a cheeky afternoon shag: only giving Hob a salutary little bow and a wry half-smile before practically tackling him into bed. Dream’s clothes had melted away with Hob’s remaining resolve; now, they were naked and panting into each other’s mouths. Dream’s damn smirk was somewhat undermined by the rosy-dawning blush spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his navel. Hob had tried to be pragmatic and suggest that they could take this to the Dreaming instead, but apparently Dream was barred due to similar overheating issues, so they were stuck here now. Quite literally — it feels heretical, the way Hob’s sweaty skin cloys for Dream’s sultrily temperate skin.

Hob presses his entire face into Dream’s cool chest and groans so loudly, he can feel it rattle through Dream’s ribcage.

“Are you well, little darling?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Hob can see the onyx-lacquered nail tracing orbits into the Hob’s furred thigh.

“I know I have had a penchant for hyperbole in the past. But I’m actually dying. The heat, Dream. The fucking heat.”

Dream nods slowly, as if Hob was just randomly listing the physical properties of their environment, like a rambling toddler losing the thread of the story they’re telling.

It would be condescending if it wasn’t so maddeningly arousing. Hob might have a problem.

“Would you prefer not to have sex, so as to not risk your body over-heating?”

“Would I…?”, Hob chuckles exasperatedly.

“No I would obviously not prefer that, because I’ve evidently lost every remaining survival instinct from disuse.”

He pauses to empty the glass of water on his bedside table.

“Oi, Pillow Prince of Stories — you could be on top, for once, seeing as you’re not as affected by the heat as I am.”

The way Dream solemnly nods, resigning himself to his tragic fate, to again be saddled with the crushing duty of “having to do any work in bed except for coming”, was frankly so adorably melodramatic that the end of Hob’s sentence trailed out into a sputter.

“Fine, fine, if you’re going to pout about it, I yield.”

Still straddling Dream, Hob closes his eyes and tries to estimate what he could realistically be able to perform without ruining the afterglow with fainting salts.

Only now does Hob register the way he was unconsciously dragging his cock over Dream’s blessedly cool chest.

Well, that’s a thought.

Hob can’t deny that he descends into a heart-eyed mess every time he witnesses Dream laying eyes on his own chest hair; making a content little hum as his nimble fingers card through the coarse pelt like a homecoming.

But the idea of doing this, to rut against Dream’s silky-smooth chest, to come all over —

”Hob? Are you having a heat-stroke? Should I consult a physician?”

Dream’s brows furrow in concern, and Hob feels a bit high-maintenance with his autonomic nervous system baggage and everything.

”Like this?”

It was meant to be suggestive, but Hob feels himself sheepishly flush when his voice comes out as a dry croak.

It was hardly the most energy-efficient position, given the heat.

But as a bead of sweat falls from Hob’s temple down onto Dream’s throat, trickling down his breastbone, Hob realizes that he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his head, now.

Right — it’s settled. Hob needs to fuck Dream’s tits.

Dream looks down at himself, and then back up at Hob in confusion, pressing two fingers against Hob’s wrist where they grasp his hips, not very discreetly checking his pulse. Dream’s concerns were evidently soothed enough to plummet him back into his ordinary state of perplexed feline imperiousness, scoffing:

”Why would you want that?”

“Why?”, Hob laughs, a little maniacally. As if it would be a hardship. As if he’s not already smearing a drop of pre into the tuft of hair on Dream’s chest.

”Let me show you why.”

Continue to read:

#thank you my darling #it is almost finished #time to release the slick seal into the wild #this wip has gotten away from me #dreamling #my dreamling writing #non-pen challenge

[greengoddesssmoothie]

#Chekov: why do the captain and Dr. McCoy call you 'Kitten'? #Spock: I believe we should refrain from speaking for a time Ensign #fic thoughts #my fic #star trek tos #star trek #tos #spock #leonard mccoy #james t kirk #fic snippet #this stupid thing has gotten away from me #it's already 17 pages #green speaks

[sensitiveheartless]

So this is a sketched out comic for a prompt from a while ago, and because I don’t know when I’m going to have the hands to do more complete lineart for it, I thought I’d share the rough draft at least alskdjfjfj (most of it's beneath a readmore cause it's a bit long!)

(extra handholding panel)

#featuring: my struggles with hands #also guns #oh speaking of #gun tw #also the prompt was ‘holding hands in a stressful situation.’ it has very much gotten away from me lol #all that said this was very very fun to do :D #my art #bsd #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #skk

[puhpandas]

sometimes I miss when Gregory was just a homeless kid

#i love ggy dont get me wrong #but i also wouldnt be that upset if they backtracked with that storyline #in the games and went down a different path #just because itll be way over a year at LEAST if they ever reveal it and its just. #now what #we spent all that time exploring everything that could come from it already😭 #idk i just miss gregory and want something new for him #ggy gets tired when its just vanny 2 #if they did ggy i would want it to be super fresh and unique as another take on more mind control #i just want them to give us somethint for once and i dont have to make it up #pandas.txt #and making gregory and vanessa have very similar if not the same story takes away from vanny #it truly does #it sucks for her #and canon gregory i would want something different for anyway #i know that ive gone on and on so much about making it canon #but waiting has gotten old #at this point with no mention this late #id rather them just scrap it #it would be great fun as an au concept in the book universe but the games are different #that would be awesome to me #having 2 universes to play with

[blueskittlesart]

ok it’s not the russian it’s not the piss it’s not the lesbians it’s not even the tumblr app camera so i’m now forced to conclude that tumblr just has it out for specifically ekaterina и svetlana и link

#and it was an INSTANT flag too which i STILL don’t understand. what in that post set off the algorithm so fast #that post has gotten far enough away from me now that people think I added the label which is INSANE because no human being would do that #and i have yet to get a support ticket response and the post is STILL not even showing up as eligible for appeal. pain #personal

[elvisabutler]

Elvis eyes Lilly, watching her face shift from one of joy as she plays with her niece to one of slight distress and a hefty dose of embarrassment. His jaw tightens and before he realizes just what’s happening he can’t help but start to lean forward, as if his height and bulk is gonna make Jerry bend to his will and make it so he doesn’t ask Lilly questions that hurt her.  He starts to lean forward until he feels Lilly’s hand on his meaty thigh, squeezing it tightly. If anyone or God himself were to ask him he’d say it felt like fire against his skin. He’d admit that he wanted the touch of her hand against his thigh until his dying breath or at the very least he’d admit he wanted her hand to move just a little bit higher and a little bit closer to his cock. Even now he feels it twitch against his leg and feels the burn of his shame as it does. His eyes meet hers and his breath leaves him in a rush.  Her eyes are pleading, begging with the possibility of unshed tears to have him not do anything. This isn’t her house, this is her sister’s house and she can’t bear the idea of him not being able to come with her again. It’s wrong and she shouldn’t want him to come but it feels so right to have him here next to her.  “Don’t.”

those spark universe vibes

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #spark universe inspo #spark universe #mine #spark #crawfever adjacent #it's not a chapter but is part of THE chapter. #consider this an apology for how long it's taking. #i fear my summer has gotten quite away from me. #which it to say drops this vibes post and wanders off!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Can please request 🥀 with Mammon and MC please

"I'd rather die than keep you alive." - Mammon x MC

content warning: blood, reference to events of lesson 16

The shadowy form grins at him, fangs bared and glinting with malice. "Come on, Mammon, I know what you really want. Kill them. They're only human."

"I'd never do that, you idiot! Ya think I'd kill them over something so stupid?" The Avatar of Greed grits his teeth, his own fangs gleaming back. "Just because ya look like me doesn't mean you know what I want!"

"That's what you think," it cackles back. "But I don't just look like you. I came from you. I am you."

Mammon tightens his grip on the other's throat, feeling the pressure reflecting back on his own as if to confirm its words.

It had been his own mistake, as usual. He'd gotten carried away with his greed and perhaps pilfered a few things that he really shouldn't have. But even so, he hadn't expected a phantasmal demon to ambush him from inside one of the boxes he'd taken home -- especially not one like this, a particularly nasty species of specter known for manifesting as an embodiment of one's cruelest impulses. And then there was the photo in the group chat, showing off your day's excursion with Asmo, causing a badly timed spike of jealousy on the elder brother's part...

It was an intrusive thought, nothing more. He'd never really hurt you. But for the insidious little shade, it was enough -- more than enough -- to latch onto him, to implant itself into him, and to take his form and take the worst in him hostage.

Mammon digs a taloned finger into the mirroring demon's neck, hissing against the sting as he feels the same wound cut into his own. It taunts gleefully, "Killing me is only killing yourself, you stupid wretch. But you're not the one who should die. Destroy that little human. It'll be so satisfying to watch the life leave their body, you know. Go on, kill them."

"Shut up! I already told ya, I'd never do that!"

There's a tinge of fear in Mammon's voice now, a terrified chill running up his spine -- he already has a memory of your limp body in his arms once before, his palms drenched in the deep red of your blood. His spindly wings flash out behind him on instinct at the thought, crushing the lesser devil against the hard concrete of the wall behind it with the force of their beating.

Still, it doesn't seem concerned, instead satisfied to have struck a nerve. "Then I'll kill them myself. It'll be so easy in this body. You don't want to die just to protect one puny little human."

"I'd rather die than keep a monster like you alive! I won't let ya lay a single finger on them!"

Twisting the points of his claws deeper in with frustration, a gurgle of blood spurts out of his own mouth. Still, the Avatar of Greed pushes past the pain, and with a hard growl, he gives one more hard squeeze. His own consciousness is barely holding out -- but it does, just long enough to hear the knock at his door, and your concerned voice calling to him from the other side.

"Mammon? Are you in there? Are you okay?!"

In an instant, the figure beneath his fingers fizzles to nothing, the impulsive feelings it had stolen immediately banished from his mind at the sweet sound of you. His vision is fuzzy at the edges, but he gives himself only a moment to brace himself against the now-empty wall before stumbling to open the door. "What are you yelling about? Why wouldn't I be okay? Of course I'm okay, ya dummy," he grins at you, fighting back a wave of nausea.

You gasp at the still bloody gashes in his neck, rushing forward to check on the wounds. "You don't look okay! What happened?!"

"Nothing ya need to worry about! You should know that nothing can take down the Great Mammon," he answers with a bravado that sounds weaker to your ears than he realizes. He stumbles forward, masking it under the guise of embracing you, before mumbling deliriously and finally passing out, "As long as you're safe."

#don't worry he's not dead!! #also the length has...once again gotten away from me a bit #but hopefully that makes up for how incredibly late this is ;; #mod chaos in the devildom #obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #drabble #2700 follower celebration