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[bubbles077]

@lilliablog

— via knjfedog

[kennethbrangh]

John Turturro photographed by Michael Lavine (1991)

[sideswipesjetpack]

Thundercracker

^ based on this panel right here 😊

[swiftmitsu]

MITSUBISHI, QUICK!!!

THIS IS A RANDOM EVENT

DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH TIME WILL PASS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THIS ASK, A DIFFERENT THING WILL HAPPEN'!

THERE IS NO TIME TO WAIST!!!

HUHHH WAIT WHA

WHATS HAPPENING

stARES AT YOU

[lovelesslittleloser]

Let me know when you publish a novel, I’ll pay extra to get a signed copy! :D

Frankenstein AU where the Creature, upon returning to seek terrible vengeance on Victor after realizing the tragic existence he's been forced into, takes a few days extra to actually, you know, observe Victor and see what he's like, to learn how best to enact his revenge. And he comes to the conclusion that, "Actually, I don't need to do anything, this idiot's going to ruin his own life without any outside interference, and I kinda wanna see how he does it."

Victor then proceeds to continue with his previously demonstrated levels of making good life choices, while now also constantly looking over his shoulder for his Creation and having the vapors at every little thing because oh noes, it's The Monster come back to Get Him-!!!

The Creature: (watching all this unfold through binoculars like it's a soap opera while sneaking in to help himself to Victor's larder and library when he feels like it, and also occasionally hiding small but vital objects, like Victor's keys or shaving blade, in weird spots in the house) Wow, it really does take an incredibly smart man to be quite this stupid, doesn't it?

[that-hazbin]

Media Demon AU - excuse me you've inspired me to write in your AU, have a gift.

Lucifer and Lilith being dragged out to Pride by Teenage Charlie, they aren't expecting anything but blood, brimstone and depravity and are pleasantly surprised to find everything drastically changed.

The streets are well lit, banners of alternating colours crisscross the streets below, colourful storefronts and music on every corner, it's easier to say what street doesn't have a sinner or group of sinners with musical instruments singing their hearts out as practice or hoping to be recruited. Walls usually vandalised with nasty graffiti feature massive spray painted murals and while some are admittedly indecent they are of high quality.

Posters on every storefronts advertising performance arts of any kind imaginable, with temporary soul contract offers for skilled musicians and other artists to either teach or perform.

Lucifer looked at some of the advertisements somewhat curiously.

Carmine Industries who in addition to Angelic Weaponry also did research and sold parts for sound systems, stages and repaired instruments in partnership with the Media Demon.

Zizzi the Party Overlord who seemed to have a mild friendly rivalry with the Media Demon in terms of recruiting talented bands with many non-violent battle of the bands in their history.

Then there was Alastor the Media Overlord himself, there was no picture, but a mention of sponsorships and sign up sheets guaranting safefy in return for the low low price of your soul. The caveat of 'for however long you were employed' was interesting but seeing the list of guaranteed benefits supplied, and the sheer lack of better options, it would be extremely difficult to refuse. Food, Housing, lessons, free dental and there was even a section for imps and hellhounds who wanted to work in the porn industry.

Lucifer paused his reading and sharpened his hearing to listen to the sinner talking to his wife and daughter.

"I'm practicing for The Media Demon... no I'm not into the lust sector... or television sector, don't worry... Overlord Alastor suggested I publicly perform to get over my stage fright. I never gotta perform up top back when I was alive cause I wasn't of the right folk. Overlord Alastor don't care about that nonsense though, so I can now!... What do you mean redemption?... Why would I want that when I got everything I want down here?... Those bigots are either up there or down here in the service industry, watching the same folks that they denied a job cause they was coloured be the next Michael Jackson is like Karmic Retribution... You wanna meed the Media Demon? Good luck with that, man's got a schedule so packed it's gotta be a war crime, managing the radio, Television, Internet and the entire Porn industry, powerful overlord but yeesh the paperwork... I don't think he actually sleeps... He's sponsoring a theater performance on Laufrey Theater, that's on Allegra Avenue... Look when the Media Demon rebuilds a entire city district after a Extermination on his own dime the demon can name a street whatever he wants... Royal permission? Pfft! Those bluebloods are never here, never help either... It's a far better name that 'Wreck that Booty Lane' that's for sure, look ladies get a new map from one of the shops, I gotta practise!"

Charlie was gone on the musical performances of the sinners on the streets, she'd thought earth was interesting from the extensive smuggled books and media she got from various Goetia and Hellborn after her interest in humans had became common knowledge but this was like everything all at once, she really didn't understand her parents extreme views on sinners. Look at what they were capable of, clear and present evidence that they just needed a chance!

Charlie was mentally adjusting her redemption plans and jerked in surprise when her father spoke up, waving a leaflet with Laufey Theater on the title. "How would you like to see a play?", her dad was showing interest in sinners? Actual interest?! Don't jinx it Charlie! "Can we really?" Charlie couldn't hold back the excitement, like a confetti cannon about to go off and it probably showed. Lucifer smiled "Anything for you Char-char"

"I'm sorry, sir, our tickets have sold out."

Alastor couldn't help but stop, ears perking up, as he passed by the Laufey Theater. It's unsurprising that the tickets have sold out, it's the premier of a creative adaptation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and Alastor can personally attest to the uniqueness of the play. It doesn't follow the popular inspirations from James Whale's film adaptations, such as electricity bringing the monster to life, and the background music consists of newly commissioned works played live for the audience. Alastor had seen a couple of the rehearsals, and was invited to watch the premier by the theater director herself.

He was busy, though, terribly busy, and he told young miss Melody that himself. Still, she insisted on reserving seating for him in the VIP section, despite his protests. A whole box, four seats, left empty for a man who doesn't even have the time to attend? It was preposterous, really. He tried several times to convince her to sell the seats, or at least give it to some of the family of the actors, but she remained firm. No one else were to sit in that box unless he were right there along with them.

"I'm truly sorry, sir, but there really is no room left tonight. We've even had to use our expansion runes to create more space in the theater, but even those extra seats have filled out."

He should walk away. Really, he's on a tight schedule, a meeting with Carmilla Carmine and several others regarding the adaptability of angelic steel in the medical field. He has no time for a singular man missing his chance—

"Sorry, girls. I know you were excited, but maybe next time?"

Fuck.

Alastor pivots, catching sight of an imp, a succubus, and presumably their teenaged daughter, who shares features of both. Something about them is familiar, but he waves the thought away; he's used to seeing "familiar" things, given that he's back in time. He's stopped trying to place the memories.

"Pardon me," he calls, instantly getting the attention of both the family and the ticket seller. "Apologies for eavesdropping, but I seem to have a solution for your problem."

He flashes a nonthreatening smile, dripping southern charm and hospitality.

"I just so happen to have a box set aside for me, and no one else to fit the remaining seats."

He turns to the seller and winks.

"Could you tell our darling miss Melody that her so-called muse is here for the premier?"

The seller gapes, immediately connecting the dots, face growing red with realization.

"Right— Yes! Right away, sir!"

The seller practically vanishes from sight, rushing to fulfill the request. Rather than waiting outside, Alastor moves towards the doors, opening them wide. He turns his head towards the family, noting their expressions. The father looks confused, almost suspicious— which, fair enough, this is Hell after all, and although the Pride Ring has gone through many changes over the years, you can never be too careful.

The mother's face is mostly unreadable, although she seems to be evaluating him the same way he's doing it to her and her family. Taking in his demeanor, his clothing, the way he positions himself. Her daughter has, in contrast, the exact opposite disposition. She's excitable, eyes sparkling and smile wide enough to rival his own, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her behavior reminds him of a certain optimistic young lady, which only furthers to solidify his decision.

"Well?" Alastor says, cocking an eyebrow and waving a hand towards the doors. "Shall we?"

"YES!" The teenager squeals, eyes somehow growing even sparklier. She practically floats through the doors, pausing briefly to turn towards her parents to show off her excitement with a near-silent "eee!"

Her father's expression melts into something hopelessly fond, while the mother's turns amused, shaking her head exasperatedly.

"Apologies," the mother says. "Our daughter's never been to a play in the Pride Ring. She loves new experiences."

"Well, she's in for quite the event! You all made an excellent decision, tonight's show is certainly one for the ages!"

The succubus chuckles, moving to step through the doors.

"I'll take your word for it."

The father, left alone outside, seems to hesitate for a moment. Then, he gives a tight smile, moving through the doors with a polite, if awkward, nod. Alastor follows him in, and internally sighs. The familiarity he feels with these people only seems to grow, and he wonders, briefly, if it was worth ditching his meeting to sit for the next few hours trying not to wonder how on earth he knew this family.

"You know," the imp says, dragging Alastor out of his thoughts. "I don't believe I caught your name, mister...?"

"Oh my!" Alastor exclaims, perhaps a touch too loudly in the near empty foyer, turning the heads of the man's family and the few stragglers who've yet to take their seats.

"Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Alastor, the Media Demon!"

He takes the imp's hand, giving it an enthusiastic shake. He notes the man's expression is shocked, almost disbelieving. It brings a mischievous glint to Alastor's smile.

"Pleasure to be meeting you sir, quite the pleasure!"

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Hi! Reminder: I love you guys and you all get a hug 🤗🫂

[enden-k]

I have a really sappy confession to make: I think the biggest reason I connected with your Amygdala story is because it entails a lot of things I myself deal with on a daily basis one way or another (deadly negative energies not included anymore, yay). I think, because my disorder has a strong relevance with paranoia (and by default abnormal over-activity in my own amygdala funnily enough), it just resonates across many various levels that nothing recently managed to ensnared me to such a personal degree—be it Saran and his tentacles, eyes and brimming negative energy, Vika's disconnect from reality and his senses, and his suicidal past. The fear seekers binding to their fears to get tools to deal with the energies...it all just resonates to the core of my being to experience this from such an interesting story telling point. Jokes and memes (and my often unintentional but always present puns) aside, Amygdala became the most precious thing that somehow makes dealing with my own Fears so much easier, especially because i have my own "tools".

All of that squishy emotional nonsense is to say, thank you for feeding us one crumb at a time with something so brilliant. It's bringing a spark to my own passion, allowing me to focus on my own oc stuff again, and it brings a sense of peace with it.

(sorry for this long nothing burger (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i just had a lot of feelings and impulsively decided to share them. i just adore this story to bits and pieces and every new addition brings so much joy, it makes me feel a lot)

no but in all seriousness, getting a message like that is prolly the biggest compliment i ever got to my OCs/amygdala specifically; it helping you to deal with your own fears while also making you focus on your own oc stuff too. im so so happy its able to do that!!! i know i said it a lot but im just so happy my OCs are so well received and LOVED especially since i focused sm on fanart all these past years and never dared to post OC stuff before. now seeing them getting sm love and interest and even helping you like that makes me so unbelievably happy aaaaa

thank you so much for the message and your love for them <3 it means so so much and fuels me!!!!

[turtleinsoup]

I wanna do this so bad, your style and posing is absolutely gorgeous

✨❤️🐢3K DTIYS🐢💙✨

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Finally got enough free time to get this done🤧 (forgot to add that this is for hitting 3k followers on instagram)

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[datcravat]

HATSUNE MIKU?! IS THAT YOU?

[fridayiminlovemp3]

happy pride month xox <3

[miss-jaye]

shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.

he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.

five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.

you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.

shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.

without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.

when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.

he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”

his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.

“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.

“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”

shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”

[stevie-petey]

steve robin and bug were literally MADE for u val im confirming it rn

hi hi i was just wondering you could maybee do a blurb between s3-4 of bug, robin, and steve having a sleepover or smth?? i just miss this trio and their dynamic so bad and i love how u write all of them as best friends.. platonic soulmates stobin is so serious to me and having bug be a part of that is so special

anon i giggled reading this request because its just so cutie <333

enjoy !

"can you pass me the popcorn?"

you hand the bowl over to robin, eyes never leaving the tv screen before you. grease is playing and you take sandy very seriously. "here you go."

"thanks, pretty girl."

you hum at robins praise, resting your head on her shoulder, warm and content. steves dad always insists on having the house run warm and the thick heat always drapes over you softly during especially late nights.

"why do you always call y/n 'pretty girl'?"

robin nearly chokes on her popcorn with how fast you turn to look at steve. "excuse me?"

"i-"

"oh, harrington." robin cackles. "need a shovel to finish burying that dead body of yours?"

"i-i mean youre gorgeous, y/n." he sits up on the couch, eyes wide and panicked. "like, the most beautiful woman ive ever seen and-"

"and yet robin calling me a pretty girl is bizarre enough to warrant questioning?" you cross your arms, movie long forgotten.

steve blanches. "no! thats-thats not how i meant it-"

"i call you pretty girl because you are a pretty girl, y/n." robin twirls your hair with her fingers, leaning in so close to you that her breath fans your skin. she kisses your cheek, loud and dramatic, and you giggle. "see? such a pretty girl, despite what steve may say."

"youre in my house, buckley."

"and yet im also in y/n's heart."

you squish your face against robins, pulling her into your side and reveling in her soft curves and lemon-y scent. "you live in my heart, robin."

steve lunges towards the two of you, a scowl on his face. "alright, break it up."

robin puckers her lips and blows air at him in retaliation and you weakly try to bat him off of you, though really your body molds to his hands and youre water underneath his touch. steve easily throws you over his shoulder and stands, causing you to screech in terror, as he laughs at you.

"any more snippy remarks?" he runs around the room, your head knocking against his hips as your feet kick at his head.

you pound at his skin, desperate to wring yourself out of his grasp yet cautious of the hardwood floor beneath you. "put me down!"

"not until your heart lets me in!"

"that doesnt even make any sense!"

"too bad!"

robin gets up from the couch and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. she ties the ends across her neck, draping the rest behind her in a pathetic attempt to create a cape. she holds her hands up at steve, puffing her chest out. "drop the girl!"

you shriek in terror. "do not drop me, harrington, or so help me god-"

"relax maam. im a here. ive got this." robin swishes her cape and blocks steves path. he stares at her, bored, but even he cant hide his laughter at her awful costume.

"you know that i can carry you both, right?"

"what-"

and suddenly robins body gets thrown over his shoulder just as easily as yours had been, and the two of you scream and kick and laugh until your lungs ache.

steves laughter joins yours.

grease will have to be finished in the morning.

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[mooonzyyyy]

best part of the whole video so them so naturally them <3

i adore them :(((

[renorasims]

Enoque Coats.

With the latest update came this incredibly cute coat! HOWEVER... It came with as an outfit with a pair of pants underneath so i had to make it into a top and remove that! ᵔᴥᵔ The short version is SO cute!! I loved the original color palette a lot, so i did not add any recolors. Read below for the download link! (Freebsters of course!)

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[yu-huuuu]

His hips never stopped their relentless rhythm, his thick, hard length slamming into your dripping pussy, his movements shook the bed beneath you both.

His large hand slid from your soft breast to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you against the bed, making you to take his tongue completely, the relentless touch of his lips against yours. "I could kiss you like this for hours", he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the soft sting with a sensual swipe of his tongue. "Could feast on the sweetness of your mouth, could drink down every last drop of your pleasure until there's nothing left to give"

He murmured almost sweetly. And you knew he wasn't lying, not when he looked at you so sweetly and made you feel so special beneath him.