#i tried i swear

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van. 

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you. 

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?” 

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket. 

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes. 

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt. 

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again. 

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones. 

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change. 

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other. 

The change is what they didn’t know. 

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other. 

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct. 

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear. 

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart. 

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too. 

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.” 

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting. 

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!” 

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment. 

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above. 

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.” 

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.” 

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt. 

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary. 

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration. 

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky. 

 “Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency. 

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him. 

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan. 

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.” 

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same. 

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him. 

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.” 

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric. 

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you. 

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough. 

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me. 

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.” 

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore. 

The echoes of his voice surround you. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.” 

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you. 

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead. 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly. 

“What?” 

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him. 

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?” 

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary. 

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.” 

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek. 

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.” 

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

#3k celebration #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #got very carried away i am so sorry #I TRIED I SWEAR #i love eddie so much it aches #not edited what's new #taylor swift inspired WHAT'S NEW

[harmlessghosty]

Hello 👋

I love video game theories and was interested on your views of the Touchstarved demo and what theories you might have on it :)

Oh my gosh, hi! ❤️

I am but a ditzy romance writer, not a lore keeper, but I have thoughts?? Apologies for how much is wrong or ridiculous because I don’t know all the current lore, and the wiki is so bare that I can hardly find anything confirmed by the devs. This is kind of just stream-of-consciousness!

Excuse my format because I don’t know how tumblr works lol

— Leander is a reference to oleander, which is a flower found basically everywhere and a fairly common, beautiful plant despite widely being considered poisonous. It gives me the idea that Leander is NOT someone to mess with and has lots of surface-level escapades (which is implied in canon) with people who find him physically beautiful but not necessarily beautiful on the inside. He also uses many underhanded, mysterious tactics to kill Soulless/Monsters/criminals, you name it. He’s everywhere, everyone knows him, everyone loves him, but he’s very dangerous under that beautiful exterior. Maybe he even kills some innocent people for the right price of big secrets. I bet he knows a LOT about Eridia’s people, so he’s viewed as trustworthy because what else can you do when he knows everything about everyone?

— Interestingly though! Leander’s main flower is the lily?? Lily is super poisonous to cats, which makes me think maybe there will be some sort of connection between Mhin’s stray cats and Leander being a danger to them (or possibly to Mhin themself).

— I feel like Leander gave himself that big scar. Maybe something went horribly wrong when he became a powerful mage. Maybe he went to Ais and the Seaspring even. It’s possible this is why their relationship is strained and they’re always trying to kill each other.

— Ais’ gang didn’t just go for a walk. They died or got turned into Soulless. Maybe after drinking from the Seaspring, after some amount of time, people turn into Soulless. It could be revealed that all the murdering of Soulless ends up being murdering of your fellow humans?? One really big secret.

— Mhin is a stereotypical “broken bird” trope. Super cynical and sarcastic. Went through major trauma and now they’re a hunter with a heart of gold. Not to mention their bird motif that a lot of people say is obvious?? I think that’s an interesting way to look at them.

— Also! “The vultures can smell death.” It gives Mhin the connection to the birds, that they’re turning into a vulture maybe?? Maybe they hate it as well because they’re drawn to stray cats as friends, and vultures go after smaller critters. They’re scared of hurting the only friends they have (including Kuras, who practically took them under his wing). Not to mention it’s a reference to them being able to smell death on the MC.

— Vere and Kuras were both in Eridia since the days it began, and they’ve butted heads for many, many years. Maybe Vere was cursed by Kuras into his current Monster form for having connections to the Senobium. Kuras thought it was funny to give Vere traits of a sneaky fox, maybe not even knowing that they would last forever OR because Vere did something awful to him. That may be the reason Kuras is repenting so much.

— This also can give credence to the idea of Vere saying (paraphrasing), “You’re not a human but not a Monster, like me,” to the MC. He was turned into a Monster rather than born one.

— The “Lloventian knot” Vere mentions, when you look it up, leads you to the “true lover’s knot,” which involves two overhand knots and some parallel ropes. Makes me think he’s got some big secret of a lover he’s lost, or maybe he was just teasing the MC with something that sounded sexual, but it seems odd to have a specific mention of something that may (or may not even??) exist.

— “Danger is drawn to you like a moth to flame,” from Vere. He absolutely can sense something “special” about the MC that, no matter what MC does, they’re in grave danger. Hence why the game description says that the ending can either be lovey-dovey or blood-icingly awful. I don’t know about having theories for this quote, but it feels so very important.

— There’s got to be a riff between Kuras and Mhin at some point for their opinions on the Senobium. I just feel it in my bones.

— Ais was the first to drink from the Seaspring, which is why he’s not technically one of the Groupminds. It also explains why he’s the leader of the gang, since he’s the most sound of mind, but I’m betting he’s scared of Ocudeus. He speaks in such short sentences most of the time because his brain is so muddled. I also find it interesting how the MC has only heard of the Groupminds but never seen one, given their assumed upbringing in a rougher environment. But that’s just kind of my opinion with no real basis in the demo.

— Sparrows symbolize a lot of things, like hope, bravery and friendship. I like to think that Ais picked the nickname for people who come to the Seaspring, because they’re all full of innocent hope that they can be cured. They also symbolize community, so anyone who drinks from the Seaspring is part of one big happy family!

Again, a lot of these could be counteracted by canon content from the devs, but I still think there are lots of fun things to explore about this game, even if I’m not right about a chunk of things. Just think of everything I said as an AU!

#I tried I swear #there’s a lot I don’t really know but I like to think about #please be niceeeee #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved vere #Touchstarved Ais #touchstarved posting #ghostywrites #Mhin #Leander #Ais #Kuras #Vere #Ghosty’s asks

[guywithananimepfp]

“I don't understand it either, Babybird”

(to be continued)

⌜ A Keigo takami x GN!Villian!Reader story ⌟

⌜ angst 🕊️🥀 (?) ⌟

⌜Summary; Hawks falls in love with someone who he knew he has to turn in. He doesn't understand his feelings with you⌟

⌜ ex; this isnt really a fic, but a writing practice to show people how I write and stuff. ⌟

“It shouldn't have been you of all people. It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible. Right? Of all people in the world, why would I love you?”

“what was so special about you that made me stop that day. What made me hesitant to turn you in? what was it?”

...

"I knew I would get you someday, babybird. it just seems that today was that day. Huh?" Hawks said with a grim tone. His wings still expanded as he made a landing only a few feet from where you were standing. The ground shook slightly once his feet touched the road of Musutafu. There were sirens everywhere. villians on attack which made Japan the main target for danger. which was obvious by the gecko once Japan got it's first bomb threat not long back. The only problem was this was so sudden, nobody saw it coming. Even the Heros of the U.A. hawks noticed you kept quiet, which made his eyebrow twitch into a furrow. making his expression turn from stern to anger. "well, you're just as quiet as I remembered you babybird.. it's a shame really." He hissed between his teeth. It was obvious he was holding back from himself lashing out at you. He was on edge, so of course he was pissed off. You remained silent, as the only thing that filled the air was the sirens and distant screaming of the heros. Hawks stood there with a stern expression while his hair flew with the air that went past the pair. His index finger twitched as he began moving towards you. "..Now, I'm sorry to cut this short, however, you are a danger to society. Just like the rest of the league of villians." He sighed. "So, it'll be easier for me and you to just, let me turn you in. you're under arrest." He said solemnly. This was the final twig that broke your anger, before grabbing a handful of sand from your bag. Which Dabi filled it for emergencies like this one. Without a moment of hesitation, you threw sand into the man's eyes. in which it worked just as you hoped for. Hawks hissed, letting out a screech while the sand burned his eyes. He stumbled back, grasping his face trying to get the substances out his eyes. You took this as a cue to run before Hawks got back up. "Ugh. why can't I use my quirk?.." you hissed under your breath. Shigaraki said that because of their little 'Plan' they were obviously trying to put into action, your job was to not kill anyone. or even injure them. You just had to keep the heros away from trying to stop the gang from making their plan a success. As you ran, Hawks was already in the air. making you his main target. And let me tell you, he wasn't happy. Hawks flew into the air while his wings almost taking up the street's passageway. Your eyes darted everywhere you could see; trying to find anywhere you could hide before hawks found you. It was too late however, just as you were about to make a turn you felt a weight on your figure. Hawks grabbed your shoulder, making his nails dig into your neck and shoulder blade. He shoved his whole weight on top of you, making the both of you to collapse into the street. Hawks got on top of you, making sure you were down before he made the arrest. His wings folded behind his back while he kept his boot firmly against the back of your neck. He couldn't help but chuckle. He remembered how much you boasted that the heros could never get you, yet.. here he was. making you eat your own words. You struggled under his weight, trying to wiggle yourself out from underneath the hero. But it seemed that he got the upper hand rather quickly which made you feel pathetic at your job. How could you have easily been knocked down by a hero? You couldn't even use your quirk if you wanted to. Hawks' left hand slowly traveled to your hands, pinning them down to the cold concrete. As he kept them in a firm grip, his other hand went to his pocket trying to find his handcuffs. As he did, Hawks noticed how much you gave up trying to resist. You both knew there was no use to fighting as it'll make things a lot worse. He let out a quiet sigh before chuckling again. "Sorry babybird.. but it seems that I've.. won this time." he grinned, oh how bad you wanted to slap that grin right off his face. He found the handcuffs and immediately used his teeth to open them from their latch. When successful he locked your hands together. He grabbed your chained hands and slowly put them behind your back. Keeping them secure.

#bnha hawks #mha hawks #keigo takami #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x you #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #hero x villain #angst? #1 part story #mha writing #i tried i swear

[eldrichfuck666]

Well, STARVE.

#YES IT'S AN EDIT OF A CAS PICK SO WHAT #I tried I swear #tw blood #tw: blood #ts4 edits #sims 4 edit #my edits #simblr #sims community #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 screenshots #no don't click for hd you won't find it #it's horrible okay but I had this idea #my cute stalker cannibal boy :') #I love him #*olya's edits

[diospore]

why is there a bisexual man t posing on my tv

#dio jojo #dio brando #dio #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO MAKE HIM OVERLY DUMMY THICC #I TRIED I SWEAR #HIS ASS WAS SO MUCH BIGGER IN THE FIRST ATTEMPT #dio's art tag

[dc-worse-dad-poll]

Round One, Part Nineteen!

Who's the worse dad?

#arthur brown #lawrence crock #there were like no <3 lawrence photos i could i find that weren't fucking #young justice animated #i tried i swear #polls #round one

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

Logan as absolutely fun it is to see you be a menace to society, you did want to talk to Captain, the giver of lavenders and blankets.

#sanders sides #THE ARTIST CANT DRAW FLOWERS #I TRIED I SWEAR #I TRIED TO MAKE THE FLOWERS LILIES BUT LILIES ARE MORE COMPLICATED THAN LAVENDER #also haha #Logan chickened out

[littlemoondarlingarts]

Hello! I'd like to make a request,

These are my characters Lara (left) and Zac (right)

(these are their chibi versions btw, you can make them normal sized)

I'd love to see them in your style, they're dating so if you wanna do a couple drawing you totally can. No specific requests on posing, would just love to see them in your style :)

Have a nice day/night

Can't wait to see what you do if you decide to do it :D

I'm genuinely so sorry that this took so long but life kept giving me moldy lemons 😭😭

But hey looking on the bright side, I finished it on Valentine's day!

I struggled with it quite about tbh but I'm happy with the result, and I hope u will like them too!

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #pencil sketch #fanart #not my oc #not my character #zac and lara #i think i made zac too soft but 😭😭😭 #i tried i swear #sorry for the delay agin #again**

[madoumonogatarirunelord]

More Kluguro content because why not <3

"Huh?"

...

"W-Wait that's not— No! Don't! Please!"

Klug immediately sat upright, trembling as he recalled the nightmare he just had. Being permanently possessed... It was a common dream he had... But this was a first...

Hurting his friends, and being able to do nothing about it... It tore him up inside...

Klug brought a shaking hand to his face, wiping the tears that fell down his pale cheeks. He was crying... He felt almost ashamed... How could the future great mage, Klug, be so weak?

"Hey? Klug? I heard crying... Is everything okay? ★"

Oh, right... He forgot that he was having a sleepover around Maguro's... What a great way to spoil the night... Not only was he ashamed, but he was now humiliated. Being seen like this? He felt pathetic...

"I-I'm fine..."

Klug barely managed to get out the words, words that he knew weren't true...

"Look, you're crying... You're clearly not okay... And if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, I'm going to have to find out myself. I'm not letting you keep things to yourself if it means you're going to cry yourself to sleep over it... ★"

Maguro was not going to leave his boyfriend to suffer. If he ever learnt anything from his life, it's that bottling up emotions were not healthy. He'd often vent to Ringo about some of his issues, but that was before he met Klug... And now, it was his turn to act like the shoulder to lean on.

"N-No! I'm fine, I swear—"

But before the small nerd could finish, Maguro gently swept his hair to the side. His eyes were able to charm people. He could easily use that to his advantage to make Klug confess what was wrong.

"Come on, babe... You can tell me what's wrong... I won't judge... ★"

Klug immediately felt his cheeks flush as he stared into those beautiful eyes... He felt as if he couldn't hide anything within Maguro's charming presence...

And so, he told Maguro what happened in his nightmare... The possession, the pain, the fact that he had done so much harm to others against his will... He told Maguro about it all...

"It's okay, babe... You know what? Do you want me to sleep in the same room for tonight? That way I'll be able to comfort you if you have another nightmare...★"

"Y-Yes please..."

And so, Klug was able to get a decent amount of sleep (for once), and it was all because his boyfriend was there for him... The one person who made him feel special...

#puyo puyo #kluguro #klug puyo puyo #maguro puyo puyo #fanfic #THIS IS MY SECOND TIME PLEASE GO EASY ON ME #I TRIED I SWEAR #AUGGFFHFFHHF

[leitereads]

Doing HEMA has ruined films for me.

#i CAN’T SEE SWORDFIGHTS THE SAME WAY AGAIN #I tried I swear #but… just too many embelishments when you could… just strike… #HEMA #historical european martial arts #fencing #swords #sword fighting #medieval fencing #medieval history #history #sports

[borkb11]

Fav troll

YyYyyEeEAaaaaAaaaaaA

#gamzee makara #homestuck #hom3stuck #homestuck art #my art #art #i feel like i broke his back 😭 #pain #yes #i tried i swear #i even used referenc #cryign #doobles

[fcthots]

ANONS

hey! really sorry! I woke up to a ton of asks this morning and I just want to reiterate that I don’t write reader giving blow jobs bc it makes my autism have a meltdown to imagine anything in my mouth. Sorry guys :( the sensory issues win again

I'm gonna delete any asks with involving bjs and you can drop a new ask in my box if you'd like.

Also ⚡anon! I really love the ask but is there any way we could change it to reader getting plowed or spanked or something bc the ask was really good lol

#I tried I swear #but especially with my sore throat. there is no way its happening #I really do apologize!!!! its just one of those things that makes me viscerally uncomfortable and gag (which I do not like) #saph’s love letters #anon #out of character #jason todd x reader #<<< tagged so anon can find it

[shakerofthebutt9000]

BIG RED<3 colours looking a bit funky but LOOK AT RAPH

decided against drawing the bow because i just could not.

ALSO @i-got-da-rubes throws this violently at your face

#the lack of a bow is painful for me #I'm sorry for not giving you a bow Raph #i tried i swear #Raph's pretty either way #theshaker9000draws #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #tmnt #art #fanart #digital art #rottmnt fanart #tmnt fanart

[cricketnationrise]

March 1, Tater, hotel room after an away game?

this took a turn i was not expecting when i sat down to write it -- i hope you like it anyway! 💜

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Hotel Room, Mar. 1

Although he’d gotten back from the game hours ago, Tater still hasn’t turned on a light. He’d merely chucked his suitcase in a corner, stripped to his boxers, and collapsed face up on the bed.

He’d watched, eyes unfocused, as the last vestiges of afternoon light clinging to the ceiling had disappeared, giving way to night. 

His mind was stuck in the mistakes he’d made during the game against the Habs earlier. Thank god Zimmboni had been on fire, or Tater’s playing would have lost them the game.

One stupid penalty. At least seven missed shots on goal. And two Habs goals that wouldn’t have even gotten to Snowy’s end of the rink if Tater had been doing his job properly.

On most days, Tater would be able to shake this mood off, would be able to focus on one of eighty-two and I’m working harder for next game and drinks on me tonight. But not today. Today, he’d claimed a headache, a pulled muscle, a need for skyping his parents, and retreated to the hotel alone to wallow.

It’s not like anyone is even going to be talking about how he played tonight. Sure, the coaches will talk to him when they get home for practice, and Marty might ask if he’s feeling better tomorrow on the plane home. But tonight the whole team is out celebrating. The rookies, the coaches, even the old guys who normally go to bed early. Even Jack “Just-One-Drink-I-Want-To-Call-Bitty” Zimmermann is out. Tater ignores the fact that Jack was planning to stay at his parents’ house tonight because he hasn’t seen them since Christmas—

On some level he wants to be alone, to punish himself for not playing as best as he can. Tater knows he can do better, knows the team needs him to do better, they’re in the middle of trying to clinch a playoff spot. The Falconers are still a young team, Cup-hungry, and fighting for every point they can get. Tater is just as desperate: pushing himself in practice and the weight room; digging deeper for just one more shift, one more check, one more blocked shot; yearning to be part of the plan that gets the Falcs from losing in the first round of playoffs to winning the Stanley Cup.

Tater really thinks they can do it this year. The lineup is clicking better than any other team he’s been on. It’s cliché, but there’s a buzz, a hum, an excited, focused vibration in the air whenever they’re on the ice. Tater aches to contribute to that feeling, wants so badly to be a significant part of the team. It would prove everyone who passed on him wrong. Everyone who dismissed his drive would be shown up. Everyone who laughed at his dream of NHL hockey would have to bite their fucking tongue.

Games like today’s happen to everyone, he knows. Intellectually he accepts that everyone has off days, shifts where nothing connects, stretches of time where the puck will just not go in— But something in his core rebels at the thought of himself going through a rough patch. Tater prides himself on being dependable, cheerful, someone his team and his friends can rely on. If he can’t deliver on that, then who is he?

He blinks up at the dark ceiling, realizing that he’s been crying only when a tear escapes his eye to run down his cheek. What he wouldn’t give for Zimmboni’s soft voice on the next bed, a garbled flood of Georgia-accented words from his Little B through his screen to help pull him out of this funk. He doesn’t even have the energy to check the clock to know how long he’s been laying here, spiraling. 

Tater always does better with other people to focus on. There’s always someone else to chirp, to hug, to joke with, to just fucking talk to. But not tonight. Because tonight everyone is celebrating without him and Tater’s got a bruise on his hip and the angle of his head means he’s got a crick in his neck and his feet are sore and he took a high stick to his shoulder and he doesn’t even have the energy to roll over let alone get to the bar and put on a happy face.

I’ll try in the morning, he thinks, and closes his eyes, drifting into an uneasy sleep.

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#cricket writes #ficlet fest #omgcp #check please #alexei maskov #tater #i seriously don't know what happened #but suddenly tater was sad #and didn't want to be cheered up #i tried i swear #sigh #maybe in a spin off #date stamp

[likcthestar]

I DOWNLOADED THE EXTENSION AND IT DIDN’T WORK ;W; I’M SO SORRY @appleyed @rietveild

#i tried i swear #idk what im doing wrong??? i edited the thing in xkit :< #ooc. #sorry to everybody on the dash trying to scroll past my long replies #rip

[bigs1stermoon]

Tried to redraw some old drawing from 2020.

His name is Cream, the sugary dino.

#art #redraw #old drawing #I tried I swear #lmao