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petrapalerno · 2 days

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #12

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.

MASTER POST

The entrance to the hunting cave is nearly invisible. Golden vines twine over the leather door flap, nearly obscuring it from view.

Sweat drips off your brow. The humidity of the jungle is so different from the dusty deserts of this planet. You find it hard to believe these two eco systems exist so close to each other.

Drohako removes the saddle bag from Graysi and sets them near the rocky wall of the cave.

Pushing through the saffron colored brush, you notice the sweat on your arms mingling with the blood of the fallen alien attacker.

You took someone’s life, extinguishing it in a single act. A full fucking grown Volkroth warrior.

And he fucking deserved it.

You think about your life before, how you wouldn’t be able to do what you had just done.

But things are different now. You love an alien barbarian, you’re carrying his child, and you’ve run away from what little civilization exists on this planet.

You should feel worse about murdering someone, shouldn’t you?

Drohako’s hand caresses along the messy skin of your arm.

“Your first kill?” He questions, although you can tell that he already knows the answer when you nod. “You are strong, you protected your family—wear his blood with honor.”

Our family.

You push your way through the overgrowth on the door and into the cave.

As the leather flap snaps free from the grasping vines, dirt sprays and you cough, your lungs assaulted by the dust.

The hunting cave is even more primitive than you expected. Unlike where you’ve fled from, there are no comforts. No furs line the sleeping space, the fire pit is tiny, and a thick layer of dust coats everything.

“You don’t get to do much hunting, do you?” You ask with a sarcastic smile.

“Hunting seasons are short, especially in spawning years,” he shrugs, pushing past you.

Drohako removes the incubation pod from his satchel as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. His thick fingers struggling to hold the tech just barely bigger than a gallon of milk.

“Hard to think you were ever that small,” you sigh as you flop down and pat your slightly swollen belly. “I feel like I can’t even feel him in there, you know?”

A panicked look flashes across his purple face.

“I mean, he’s in there, but I thought it would feel different—like a parasite.” Your alien frowns, and you get that your choice of words has you sounding less than enthused.

“What I mean is, it doesn’t feel wrong—it feels natural, like it was meant to be.”

When you look back up at my mate’s face, you can see his gaze soften.

“It’s fate,” He tells you. “Come, the pod needs a blood sample to activate.”

He reaches his scarred hand out to you, pulling you to standing. When he taps a button along the incubation pod’s side, a robotic arm pops out.

“It’s strange Volkroth’s births are so high tech, aren’t it? Because, well,” You gesture broadly to your surroundings. The primitive cave isn’t really where you would expect the Volkroth to live after seeing this little space age orb of white metal and glass.

“We choose to live in the ways of our ancestors—but we’ve adapted to breed without female Volkroth, and it’s mostly thanks to this tech,” He keepings talking even after the little robot arm pokes your finger with a quickly appearing needle.

“Ouch!” you yelp, as Drohako grabs your hand to prevent it from recoiling from the machine.

“Still, it’ll be over in a second,” he mutters as he watches the collection tube meet the small droplet of blood welling on your fingertip. With a whoosh, the machine sucks the sanguine fluid away.

As the blood enters the pod, it glows with an orange light. The intensity pulsing like a heartbeat.

“Done. That wasn’t so bad, now was it my tiny warrior?” His face is filled with pride as he stares down at your still blood covered body.

“Well, no, but—“ he interrupts your words by sucking your finger into his mouth, his rough tongue licking the needle’s wound.

“I promise you pleasure earlier,” he growls as my finger drops from his lips. The sound of his voice is making your pussy quickly slicker, as if on his command.

When you feel his hand go lower, skirting the hem of your wrap. You grab his wrist.

“Stop.”

Maybe you’re still full of adrenaline from the attack, or maybe this feeling has always been under the surface–but you want to be in control for the first time in your life.

“Mate?” His body is frozen, maybe shocked by your command.

“I think I’d like to call the shots this time,” you whisper to your barbarian.

“That’s new,” Drohako cocks an eyebrow. The muscles of his body relax slightly, but his eyes bored into you with a new intensity. “So, what do you want?”

“I want you to listen, but don’t worry–you’ll enjoy yourself if you do. Will you be a good boy for me?”

His pupils dilate and he looks like he can taste colors as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

“If that’s what my mates wants, a good boy is what she’ll get.”

“I need something comfortable to lie down on,” you say with an unpracticed coolness that surprises you both.

Drohako swiftly steps past you, pushing the leather flap out of his way, as he grabs the saddle bags from outside. Once back indoors, he kicks some dead leaves and twigs away, clearing a spot on the dirt floor.

He looks at you with a pleased smile as he unrolls a few of the thick yellow furs from your former home.

“This will do.” You shrug off your makeshift clothing, already feeling one hundred percent better than before. There’s something so natural about wearing nothing at all around Drohako that makes your heart sing.

His gaze on your naked body is that of a predator’s, hungry and all-consuming. You lay down slowly, deliberately, spreading your legs so he can take in the view.

He inhales sharply and pushes the heel of his hand down over his loincloth, onto his quickly hardening bulge.

“Who said you could touch yourself?” You drawl as my finger traces up your slick lips. “I don’t think I gave you permission.”

“I thought this was supposed to be fun,” He scowls, clenching his fists at his side. You don’t let the fact that he’s still listening to you go unnoticed.

“It will be, because the anticipation is part of the pleasure.”

Whatever’s possessed you to be so bold, you love it. Could it be that letting yourself be used like you’ve always wanted has you finding some new confidence? Have you found my power through being submissive?

You rub small circles over your clit. The blood of the fallen male mixing with your own slick–Drohako’s breath catches as he watches you work.

“I want you to want me, to feel every pang of desire.”

You twist your nipple with your free hand, not even attempting to stifle the moan that falls from your lips.

“Can I touch you, if I can’t touch myself?” His voice is needier than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Are you uncomfortable? Does my having the control cause you this agony?” You ask him, dipping your fingers into my opening—thrusting deep. “Don’t you wish it was your cock plunging inside me?”

“Is torture your idea of fun? Does our Volkroth babe fill steel your heart as a barbarian?” Despite his suffering, he smiles. His eyes hold a menacing glint.

“Seeing you squirm is fucking delicious, a reward all in itself.” You pick up your pace, throbbing need ebbs through your core. “Ask me for what you want,” you moan.

Drohako licks his lips, stepping closer.

“I want to taste you,” he growls.

“Then crawl and beg me for the honor. Prove to me you want it.”

Drohako, the mighty alien warrior that he is, drops to his knees with a thud. He rakes his nails over the dirt floor, pushing his glorious ass high. Each scrape of his fingers over the ground sends shivers up my spine.

When he finally reaches you, he presses his lips against your trembling skin, worshipping every inch of you with fervent kisses. You moan in ecstasy as he continues to worship at the altar of your pleasure. His tongue laps up your honey, teetering you on the edge of bliss.

You're both consumed by our primal desires, oblivious to the world around you, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other’s bodies.

“Make me come, mate,” you hiss as you buck your hips, threading your fingers through his coarse hair and wrapping around his horns.

Drohako probes his fingers into you, spreading you wide with his hands alone. When he sucks on your clit, your core pulses sharply and you shatter.

Your legs attempt the snap shut over his ears, but he pushes them open. His tongue is unrelenting.

“Stop!” your voice is hoarse as you yell.

Despite his history of loving your overstimulation, he does. With just one word from you, he immediately ceases his ministrations. He’s under your command, afterall.

“You’ve done such a good job, you deserve a reward—”

“Serving you, mate, is enough.” He pulls himself until his strong jaw rests on your stomach. His face glistens with your juices.

He brings his hand to either side of your hips, kissing the small swell on your stomach. He stares adoringly at the pooch, and the promise that lies within.

#monster fucker #monster romance #monster smut #monster lover #smut #terato #monsterfuqqer #aliens #alien romance #alien #Petra palerno #STTABshort #i love aliens #monster fuqqer #alien x human #alien x reader

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phlurrii · 18 hours

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When you said the appearance of humans was a mystery this was the first thing that popped into my head.. I’m sorry (I don’t really understand the submit function, but I couldn’t share the video via ask or reblog- I apologize if this is the wrong place!!)

Diamond Vic Submission: ^^^^^

Edit, Made by Phlurrii, Reacting:

HOLY SHIT THIS IS B E A U T I F U L. THIS SO BLOODY FUNNY THANK YOU SO MUCH????

I’ve been wheezing for 20 minutes hA-

This is truly a masterpiece thank you for much for creating this glorious nonsense. I appreciate you and this work with a passion. I’m going to show my cat-

#submission #Diamond vic submission #NOT MADE BY PHLURRII #MADE BY A WONDERFUL FAN AND SUBMITTED #UTTERLT GLORIOUS #fan art #fan edit #fan piece #fan submission #diamondvic #ancient mew #tagging this in the chrono #everyone must witness this

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 days

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Baby, You Were Meant To Follow Me by MuseumGiftShopEraser

@museumgiftshoperaser

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

5,918 words, 2/4 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: background robin buckley/nancy wheeler, POV Alternating, attempts at flirting, Weed, Alcohol, Steve and Nancy are really close friends, Eddie survives, Happy Ending, they're really going through it but at least they have each other, nancy and steve help each other with their respective sexuality crisis

Summary:

“You’re doing it again,” Steve whispers. “Huh?” Steve smiles and hands him the joint. “You’re distracted tonight, man,” he says and there it is again. The hand on his knee. “You good?” More than good. Great. No. Freaking out actually. Please stop touching me. Please lean in closer. “Just distracted, like I said.” He takes a long drag to calm his nerves. “Watch the movie, Stevie.” *** When Steve keeps flirting with him, Eddie can't help but get his hopes up. Maybe he's gonna get his happy ending after all. But then Steve gets inexplicably closer with Nancy after she ends things with Jonathan. Has he really been reading this situation all wrong?

Thanks for the rec! This recommendation is apart of our Writer's Wednesday! All of the recs today are written by @museumgiftshoperaser . Want to nominate an author? Fill out this form!

You can submit fic recs to our asks or the submission box!

#writer's spotlight #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #Happy Ending #Flirting

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djmm-mybeloved · 2 years

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Okay, so I'm not sure if you do male readers but i was wondering if you write djmm reacting to a little boys(maybe 6) atachnphobia going away because of him?

yepyep,, can do !!! i do any gender that's specified !! hope you guys enjoy this ,,, this was a really fun prompt !!

headcanons are under the cut !

♡ dealing with terrified adults is difficult enough, but now a terrified child? uh oh

♡ it really hurts to see such a small kid get scared over such,,

♡ he does understand that it's not your fault though !!!

♡ freddy and the others always tries to reassure you that the big guy isn't dangerous, but whether that works or not is up to you

♡ "hey little guy, don't be scared , i wont hurt you !!!!"

♡ he's trying his best

♡ if your willing to maybe do some exposure therapy with him, then he's more then willing to do so !!

♡ he's overall very very patient with you, and gives you space when it's needed . in a way he understands,, and just wants to help !!

♡ gives you little gifts, or messages whenever he gets the chance to help you feel better

♡ if anyone makes fun of you for being scared ??? his father figure instincts will kick in

♡ kinda like the bouncer mode but more personal

♡ mostly gets help from others by asking them 'n such on how to help ease your fear

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#thank you for submitting!; asks and submissions #*insert hc noises here*; headcannons #anon #dj music man #fnaf djmm #djmm x reader #dunno if the reader really comes across as male ?? silly me has no idea on how to add hints of such #maybe some male undertones but i dunno #but !!! this was super fun #i miss writing this big guy #if it isn't obvious this is purely platonic #those who don't view it as such please dni !!

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silverskye13 · 2 years

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Equality. Every knight holds human equality as an unwavering truth. You are better than no one, and no one is better than you.

It is a common misconception that, for a knight to be chivalrous, they must also be a genuinely nice and kind person. In reality, the Code of Chivalry in its many forms has only ever dictated that one must be principled, dutifully upholding the precepts of the code that is passed down to them. While that code does at times demand a certain amount of gracious decorum, it does not necessarily dictate you be pleasant to be around. Pleasantness is a measure of personalities, the world one is raised in, the commonality of certain cultural norms. It has very little to do with being a chivalrous knight. Thus, Helsknight takes it quite personally when he and Wels first meet, and Wels is of the clear and obvious impression that he is the better knight between the two of them. He is not. But the smugness that fills Helsknight's chest when their rap battle ends, a smugness that doesn't belong to Helsknight himself, its telling of what his other half thinks of him. Wels watches him with a feeling of superiority, because I protect something precious, a purveyor of light, I stand above you. Helsknight retreats back to his own dimension, absolutely seething. He had expected more of a man who claimed to be his equal.

Courage. Anything that is given light must endure burning. A knight must never recoil before their enemy, and shall constitute themselves the defender of the weak.

Helsknight is not a fearful man. Not since he first took the mantle of knight, and made war against the injustices of the Hels dimension, and determined himself to become one man of greatness among thousands. Every victory, every triumph, was clawed from the unyielding jaws of a dimension made at every turn to be cruel and difficult. Helsknight had survived a lot in his life, and he bore the scars from his struggles with pride. His counterpart was a soft and shameful child by comparison. He had his moments of valor, sure; slaying withers and end dragons, the latter with a pack of his slipshod peers all bumbling around the End. But the longer the link between their minds, their personhoods, stayed in place, the more Wels's fragile disposition inflicted itself on Helsknight.

Helsknight found himself having a nightmare. A foreign time. A foreign place. A foreign world ending. Cracks shattered themselves through a moon too close. Fire burned an atmosphere meant to hold clouds and gentle sunlight. Builds made with time and care crumbled beneath the merciless impact of falling debris. Voices screamed.

Wels! Wels where are you? I'm trapped! Help!

Wels? Where are you buddy? Weren't we supposed to stave out the End together? Please, I can't be alone anymore.

Someone help! Anyone! I can't - I don't want to die here.

Coughs wrench from smothered throats, suffocating on a world consumed by fire and falling. And in this nightmare, Wels sits in a shuttle high above the danger, watching as the world burns. The coward that saved himself.

Wels awakes from his nightmare shaking, grieving. He weeps quietly to himself, wallowing in the misery of his decisions.

"Pitiful," Helsknight tells him, unable to hide his disgust. Wels hears him, flinches against the harshness of his voice, but refuses to look for his shape in the shadows of the room. "If it had been me, I would have saved them. I would have at least had the courage to try."

Tenacity. You shall not recoil before your enemy, nor allow his escape. A knight will make war against his enemy without cessation, and without mercy.

"Helsknight." Wels commands him, and Helsknight finds himself yanked by the thread that connects their souls from his world into the world of his counterpart. It is a jarring sensation, but one he is slowly growing used to. Helsknight isn't sure what he expects to find when he arrives in Hermitcraft, but a distant island in the End is far from anything he might have considered. It is a lonely rock in space, isolated from the larger islands floating in the black expanse around it. Helsknight notes with knowing certainty, it is just big enough for a battle.

"I'm tired of your mind games, Hels," Wels tells him accusingly, like its his fault his counterpart is falling to his own missteps at all times.

“You say that like you intend to do something about it.” Helsknight levels back coolly. There is a clash of emotionality between them. In Helsknight simmers something like elation, the thrill before a coming fight. He feels from his counterpart only grim determination. Finally, it seems, Wels is donning the trappings of a respectable knight. It’s a façade, but one Helsknight can actually pretend to respect.

“One fight,” Wels says. “If I win, you leave me in peace.”

“You won’t win,” Helsknight responds, but he draws his sword regardless. “To what end do we announce a victory?”

Wels hesitates. Helsknight smirks. “Are you scared to fight to the death?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“To what end, then?”

There is a considerable pause. Finally, Wels draws his sword. “Have it your way.”

There is humor in the fact that Wels thinks he has a choice. They engage cautiously. Helsknight takes his time, feeling out his counterpart. Their swords meet with hesitance, each gauging the others’ strength, making the measure of their skills. Helsknight is well aware Wels has never slain a knight before. He counts that as his advantage. Their swords ring, and Helsknight is the first to approach the battle with fervor, with a pair of swings that bear the full weight of his strength. Wels parries one and redirects another, using the momentum to slam his shield into Helsknight’s chest. The two stumble back away from each other, pause, and engage again.

A fight is never meant to be long. All it does is inflict exhaustion. Helsknight aims to fell his counterpart in three engagements. The second engagement has lost all trepidation. Helsknight’s blade sings, and the ring of metal on metal is exhilarating as it hits. They’re heavy strikes, all momentum, and Wels’s shield is left notched in two places. A final stroke slips past his defense and lands heavy on Wels’s shoulder, but the guard on his armor catches the blade before it can sink into the soft flesh of his neck. From the frustration Helsknight feels second-hand, and the teeth-gritted grunt, he figures the hit will leave a sizeable bruise. He continues his barrage, and Wels is forced to retreat step after step, his own blade staggering to meet and deflect the sword strokes.

Discipline. In the field of battle, as in all things, you will perform as you practice. The better a knight prepares, the less willing he will be to surrender.

The tide of battle turns as it always does. Helsknight is on the verge of tasting victory one moment, and in the next Wels’s blade has snaked down to the vulnerable place where his boot ends at the back of his knee. Helsknight bites back a pained grunt, and is unnerved by the red that comes away on his counterpart’s blade. It is thin cut, a nonlethal wound, but it hurts to lean his weight on it. His footwork is noticeably clumsier, and the blood running down the back of his leg slicks the inside of his boot. Suddenly Helsknight finds himself on the defensive, retreating before a flurry of strikes more speed and precision than strength. Wels is a creature of lightning, and Helsknight measures his movements in flashes of light that rain in all directions. He meets them as best he can, but winces when a well-timed jab punches his ribs. His armor stops the blade in its tracks, but there’s an aching bruise adding to his collection of harms. Helsknight stumbles back, his breath wheezing through winded lungs, and he dodges to the side from a two-handed stroke from Wels, a killing stroke if it had connected. Instead, Wels is left over-extended, and Helsknight kicks him hard in the side, sending him sprawling towards the edge of the platform.

Helsknight is given a choice. He could rush in and try and kill Wels before he can recover. Kick him off the edge of the platform maybe, or impale him on the blade. He decides neither of these are honorable enough deaths for a fight between two knights. While Wels stumbles to his feet, Helsknight tears off the edge of his tunic and ties a quick bandage around his knee. It won’t help much, but it will at least keep him from bleeding all over the place. Confusion, not his own, runs rampant in the back of his mind. He doesn’t explain himself; he doesn’t owe his counterpart an explanation. He simply resets his stance for their final engagement.

Death. Life is a long series of farewells; only the circumstances should surprise us. A knight does not fear death.

They engage again, and Wels is sloppy in his haste to end the fight. The End rings with the sound of metal on metal, punctuated by the grunts and cries of pain as a strike hits true. Helsknight grazes Wels’s side, finally drawing his first blood. He breaks his counterpart’s nose with a well-timed shield-bash to the face. His own rib breaks when Wels jabs him powerfully one more time with his sword. The links in Helsknight’s armor weaken, and he knows another stab will find that blade seated somewhere in his ribcage, pinning his muscles and organs together. He becomes cautious, retreating more from Wels’s sword strokes than redirecting them, aware of his weakness. It blinds him to the edge of the platform. Helsknight takes one more step back-

A lot of things happen in rapid succession.

He recognizes first that he is falling, that the whole of the void has opened up to swallow him, and he is dropping towards its jaws. Terror like nothing he has ever felt before swells in his chest. By all rationality it shouldn’t. Theirs is a world where death is only a minor inconvenience. But the void is dark. And consuming. And it reaches. And it hungers.

Then Wels’ hand grabs his, and Helsknight is brought to a jarring halt over the darkness. They cling to each other, a lifeline of sinew and bone, straining, and at some points breaking. It is in the lurch in Helsknight’s shoulder, the burn that tells him a muscle there isn’t quite right after the pull. It is in the quiet crack of Wels’ fingers as their gauntlets close on each other like vices. It is in the wince on Wels’ face as he is overwhelmed by the feeling of Helsknight’s panic.

“It’s alright,” Wels calls to him. “I won’t let go.”

And he doesn’t. He groans from the effort as he pulls, but he can’t drag Helsknight more than a few inches away from the dark. He’s too heavy, and Wels is too tired from the fight before, and Helsknight is too far away from anything close to a ledge to help himself. Wels fumbles and curses, and tries once more in vain to pull Helsknight up, and once more finds himself unable.

Helsknight, terrified, sees his fate approaching as his grip on Wels begins to slip.

A feeling of absolute calm settles over him then, a feeling that isn’t his own. Peace, gentle, consuming, from Wels. There is a look of resignation on his features. “I can’t save you, I’m sorry.”

Helsknight expects him to let go. He doesn’t. Instead, Welsknight falls with him, and as he falls, that peace falls with him, battling away Helsknight’s terror for as long as the both of them are conscious.

Helsknight respawns in his dimension, whole. He has lost a good suit of armor, one of his best swords, and his favorite shield. He does not visit Welsknight for a long while.

#the barking writer #helsknight #Through Hels or High Water #welsknight #answering asks #anonymous #[sweats profusely] i submitted it wrong and forgot i deleted the main document from my computer #you can imagine my panic when i realized after i deleted the bad submission that id lost..... everything #thank god for the copy/paste clipboard #uhhhhh anyway! this turned out way more intense than i thought it would!!#have some angst i guess???#also yes those are tennants of chivalry #theyre like cherry picked from several different lists some more modern than others

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gunpowder-tim-but-everywhere · 1 year

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it looks like he’s punching jonny in the stomach (not sure where it’s from but its a favorite)

[Zooterkin. Image description: The second image is of the Mechanisms performing on a stage. From the left, Ashes O'Reilly is playing the bass. Jonny d'Ville is singing into a microphone, grinning and leaning back with his arm reaching up triumphantly.

Gunpowder Tim is playing electric guitar, looking down with his arm kept outstretched to the side after strumming. He's to the right and back of Jonny, but the angle of the photo makes it look like they're interacting, like Tim's punched Jonny in the stomach. Raphaella and Brian can be seen mostly obscured behind Ashes and Tim respectively.

The first image is of the same photo, but cropped to only show Jonny and Tim. End ID.]

#the mechanisms #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #trans-spider-man #thank you for the submission!#i hope it doesnt seem to weird that i knew exactly where this was from haha tbf i also didnt know it was cropped! i just knew this was from #a tbi show cause jonnys pose in this one is damn iconic :]#also you submitted a bunch more photos in one ask but i wanted to ask if it was ok if i posted them separately? to spread them out yknow #haha so i dont run out of pictures so quickly XD

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tango-but-everywhere · 1 year

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tango in episode 16 of etho's hc season 6

[Note: the source has since been corrected as Etho’s season 7]

How does he keep getting into these situations!!

[ID: a low-res screenshot from the hermitcraft 7 server, taken from far away. Tango is standing in an area that has previously been detonated and is now mostly stone. There’s tnt surrounding him with the blocks closest to the viewer exploding, and it appears that he’s been launched into the air by one of the blasts. He’s facing the viewer, but looking down and to the left. He’s holding a shield in his offhand. He’s not wearing any armour. End ID]

#tango tek #tango but everywhere #hermitcraft #tangotek #hc7 #ethoslab #etho #tango ask #submitted tango #thank you for the submission! and thanks for being so nice lol

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plushie-rater · 1 month

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Can we send requests of our own plushies for you to rate? :)

Thanks so much for asking first of all. I’ve been thinking about this a whole lot (even before I drew the first plushie here) and I think I’ve finally decided that at least for now, I won’t be taking submissions for plushie ratings. Without getting too serious, the main reason is that I’m afraid that it will stop feeling as fun as it does now. I also really enjoy how happy people seem to be when they see a surprise rating that they weren’t expecting, which would happen much less often if I was spending time drawing submissions, too. I really hope that everyone understands

#I love seeing all your plushies regardless and you’re always free to show me them through asks or dms #I wasn’t able to draw for a few years without it feeling very stressful and I think the anxiety of drawing for others made it much worse #im sort of taking baby steps while I get used to drawing again and this blog has been a huge help #everyone ive interacted with so far has been very kind and I have almost 100 followers already! which is super cool #if you’ve already submitted a plushie or were planning to im very sorry. I hope you understand #I really love drawing and am so happy that it feels fun again after so long #I’ll hold onto my current few submissions in case this ever changes someday #sorry for getting all serious gvutfd5fuq #I love you guys a ton! thank you for all the follows and reblogs and kind words #i see all of them even in tags and appreciate all of you so very much #not plushie #mouse answers #mouse speaks #mouse rambles

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mumpsetc · 3 months

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hi.. i doodled daisy bell while watching her entries. Im like a year late probably but i love her and DNE. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

OH MY GOD THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING??? YOU DID HER SO CUTE I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HER EYE AND FLOWER THIS IS ADORABLE!!! Thank You So Much This is Beyond Kind!

#submission #submitted instead of sending it in an ask because i feel embarassed to see my icon >_>#0<--- Tags By Submitter #Electric Remains #Genuinely Thank You <3

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 days

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Now I'm A Stranger by MuseumGiftShopEraser

@museumgiftshoperaser

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

25,433 words, 8/8 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Roommates, Eventual Happy Ending, Steve's Pov, eddie is a bartender, Homophobic Language, sincere yet failed attempts to talk about their feelings, the boys try to set up robin and chrissy, and it may or may not be a thinly veiled excuse to hang out themselves, Alcohol, Weed, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, that's not really a plot point or anything, I'm just absolutely convinced

Summary:

“Can I ask you something?” the bartender asks and he licks his bottom lip. “Do you not remember me?” “Um...” Steve scans the guys face but his brain comes up empty. “Should I?” He sets his elbows on the bar, right next to Steve’s beer. His hair obscures half his face, but he tilts his chin so he can keep eye contact. “I should have known the great Steve Harrington wouldn’t remember me.” He spits out his name like it’s a curse word. When he forgets the keys to his apartment, Steve has a few hours to kill at a random bar down the street. The bartender, Eddie, recognizes him right away and Steve’s embarrassed to admit he has no idea who the guy is. After making a complete idiot of himself, he figures out they went to the same high school. This is bad news for Steve, who was a bit of an asshole back then, with a less than stellar reputation. Robin does recognize Eddie and when the two reconnect there’s no escaping him. Steve’s desperate to prove that he’s changed since his high school days, but no matter what he says, Eddie seems to hate his guts. (Part of a series, but can be read separately!)

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pbskidsnews · 5 months

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More New Shows Airing New Episodes in January/February 2024!

I was not sure how to send this because I couldn’t find the ask box open lol

Anyways, here are some more PBS highlights for Jan/Feb 2024:

New episodes of the following shows will air in January:

Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood (one of the episodes being a sequel to 2022’s 60-minute special)

Nature Cat (notable as this batch of episodes could contain the series finale)

Xavier Riddle & the Secret Museum (Season 2 premiere- this has already been reported)