Show, Don't Tell:

I keep seeing people use this image as a reaction to people's original posts:

Which I think is really incorrect, because with an original post they haven't come up to ur window, u've come up to their window.

So I made this, as a more accurate reaction for original posts:

Drawing from References with deep Foreshortening

And some practice poses:

Edit: 1/11/24 It was brought to my attention that some of the language in this tutorial read as fatphobic. This tutorial was originally written and published on DeviantArt in 2011 and I was generally unaware of these issues at the time. I have adjusted the language in the tutorial to hopefully address these concerns, though old versions may continue to circulate. Thanks for taking the time to point these things out to me. I will continue to learn and grow. ♥ Here's a few more refs with foreshortening from a larger variety of models:

Obey Me

Night Bringer

That's​ why​ i​ love​ tumblr​ so​ much

i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.

Ok so:

Where is our main man Diaval??? Why hasn't he come back after one year of the exchange program? Poor demon went off to the human world all by himself and???

I need a spinoff of Diaval's misadventures (you cannot tell me he didn't accidentally try eating a poor high schooler's soul at least once during his time there) in the human world.

I need to see him discover tiktok and pumpkin spice and parades and just have wholesome moments with his human friends at some random public high school.

Imagine he comes back and him and MC see each other and the two of them are just:

They'd click instantly, I tell you. Imagine Diaval having his own harem; parallels, parallels, parallels.

Diaval: Humans are so fragile...I punched one and they died, and you're telling me you survived an entire YEAR here??? Damn, you gotta be one tough cookie!

MC: Sorry, you WHAT-

Diaval:

Don't tell me they WOULDN'T bond over their experiences in different realms. MC helping Diaval with human customs and traditions and Diaval helping MC with some of the weirder aspects of the Devildom that they missed. They'd hype each other up like:

I NEED DIAVAL AND MC INTERACTION AAAAAA

(Extra: the brothers hanging out with Diaval, because he's picked up a lot of human behaviors and he reminds them of MC)

I love you Yuusonas twisted from the Disney Princesses, I love you female Yuusonas, I love you male Yuusonas, I love you nonbinary Yuusonas, I love you Yuusonas who are fed up with everyone’s shit, I love you fat Yuusonas, I love you overpowered Yuusonas, I love you Yuusonas who are taller than the Tweels (Shrimpy-zilla), I love you muscly Yuusonas, I love you Yuusonas with magic, I love you Yuusonas that are POC, I love you queer Yuusonas, I love you Yuusonas that come from places other than earth, I love you Yuusonas that believe in the power of friendship and true love, I love you jaded Yuusonas who don’t believe in true love or friendship, I love you Yuusonas who are shipped with canon characters, I love you Aspec/arospec Yuusonas who aren’t in romantic relationships, I love you people who put time and love into making their Yuusonas and were then kind enough to share them

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

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