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[shadowthesim237]

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[strtravels]

WIDE-EYES FILLED WITH PANIC, tears glittering – she was outdoing herself with this role! Clinging to the Doctor’s coat like it was her lifeline, and trying to ignore that, in some way, apart from her pretence, it actually was. The Doctor was her only chance off this forsaken planet and just one wrong step, would surely lead to her being left behind, just to dream about actual space-travel again, like all the other pathetic being on this planet. Hanging onto the Doctor, while they were talking to the masked beings. Nothing dangers. Nothing she couldn’t have handled with a few shots of the blaster laying so close to her. But that wouldn’t suit the person she was pretending to be. A harmless, helpless damsel in distress.

Oh Doctor, oh Doctor!

The words had come so easily over her lips, that she could hear the voices of all the companions the Doctor ever have heard, crying them as a choir in her own ears. Wasn’t it somewhat frightening how easy this role was to her? – Furrowing her brows at her own thoughts, but also to turn her gaze finally to the face of her old FRIEND, she managed her first coherent words ever since the Doctor had shown themselves and introduces themselves in their usual fashion. New face and yet…

“ – they were going to kill me!” | @strgazers!

[erthlyheavn]

@hannah-the-small II x

"Yeah, of course! No problem at all." Beelza's face softened at the touching reunion, just glad she was able to find Gritt in time. She supposed she was lucky she happened to be out and about at that time, doing some shopping for her next party.

She bent down a little bit, but still giving enough space between them. "Can I ask what his name is? He suuuuper cute and so sweet."

[qveenofgluttony]

Beelza Tag Dump!

[burning-fcols]

✩ 「 @shining-stxrs​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Breath catches with a start at the unexpected voice, Addison squeaking with surprise as he instinctively tries to scramble away. Back presses harder against the wall, tail fluffed in a learned fear— not through any fault of the Incubus —as it takes a moment for Addi to realize who is in front of him. Blurred vision clearing as he wipes at his eyes, imagined threats ( nightmares that have yet to stop haunting him no matter how many years pass ) fade into a well-known sight. Chest pattering with quick breaths, Addison shakily sucks in a calming one, slowly but surely composing himself. Were it anyone else, this show of abrupt paranoia would have further frazzled the fennec. But, bittersweet as it may be, Tom is one of the few people who know about Addi’s… jumpiness.

He’s one of the few who used to be able to help with it.

Grateful that Tom is keeping his distance— a show of familiarity that makes Addison’s chest strangely tight —he exhales a long, exhausted breath. Bringing his knees back to his chest, arms languidly rest atop of them. Fur settles on his tail, fluffed hair following suit. Big, sorrowful eyes look up at Tom, the fennec too tired to try and hide his pained expression. There’s no point to it… Tom already knows what an idiot he was.

❝ O-Oh… Um. Thanks Tom. ❞ Addison awkwardly replies, voice weak from crying. Clearly unsure what to do or say— why is Tom being so nice to him? He would assume the Incubus would be ecstatic things went so horribly —he brushes a wet strand of hair out of his face, ❝ That was… really nice of you. ❞ As nice as beating the shit out of someone could be. But in this situation, soaked and shivering and sitting on the floor, Addison can’t say he disapproves of it. Fresh tears brimming, tail curls tighter around himself. Expression crumpling, he sniffs and rests his flushed cheek on his arms, looking away from Tom. Sitting hunched on the ground, the already small male looks as if he’s trying to take up as little space as possible.

❝ … I’m such an idiot. ❞ Addison breathes, words full of self-inflicted venom. Barely hinting the air, they still seem to fill the empty hallway, ❝ I just... wanted him to like me. ❞ He should have known better than to try. Than to believe that— Chuckling weakly, Addi brushes his bangs out of his face, ❝ I sure have great taste in guys huh? ❞ Realizing WHO he's talking to as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Addison winces before looking at Tom with a surprisingly apologetic grimace. ❝ Sorry. Uh— No offense. ❞ Not that Addison can say he's wrong. 「 ☆ 」

[lichthey-a]

𝖘. 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊  (  ft.    [  ＲＥＤＡＣＴＥＤ  ]  )    :    its just a fun lil song,  but i'm in love with it.

[wardogsong]

what's frank's dick size?

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I meeeeaaan. . . I think the diplomatic and demure way of putting it is to say that Frank is 6'4 and beautifully built and proportional all over. Alternatively, in less polite settings he is what you call an Italian stallion— in great part because we shamelessly exist to vibe with our size queen partners and other such enthusiasts. Because that's not everyone's thing though, we usually just vague our way through it and go with Frank being whatever size makes YOUR muse comfortable and happy.

After all, we wouldn't want to be accused of turning anyone's ass into the Grand Canyon LMAO. Sorry, inside joke.

There's a p.ornclaim/diccclaim video and still screenshot for the truly adventurous, but you gotta have the Premium Membership to this blog to unlock it.

[infernal-feminae-archived]

Send me ‘Shipping and Handling’ for romance advice regarding my muse(s)!

@deepspacevivarium​ said:  Shipping & Handling for Beelzebub

Other than the fact that Beelzebub doesn’t believe in romance, that doesn’t mean she isn’t capable of developing feelings for someone. However, she has to have some sort of respect for this person and see them as an equal to her for her to even consider the possibility she might have feelings for them. And even then, she’s going to try and deny it as long as possible because she believes it will make her weak.

[shadowthesim237]

ᯓ water fountain

warnings: angst, crying, cheating, commitment issues, a situationship, slightly suggestive if you squint.

( english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes! )

⋆.˚ i should've built a home with a fountain for us, the moment that she told me that she was in love - alec benjamin .𖥔˚~

"I love chris, and he loves me back, he cares about me..right?" that's what you kept telling yourself for a year. a whole year of pain and heartbreak. you were so honest with him and quickly opened up about your feelings towards him. but he never made a move or a step further into your relationship..

you shared almost every class in high school, you'd accidentally make eye contact and feel like the rest of the classroom froze and there's only you both in it, so you took the first step and asked for his phone number with the lame excuse of helping each other with homework, but he knew it wasn't true, because he saw the way you'd get all clumsy when he walks past you in the hallway, and how you lose focus when your friend group is trying to have a conversation but he's looking at you.

chris couldn't help it, he caught himself thinking about you all the time that it drove him crazy. he didn't know what made you so special. you're just his classmate and that's all, but his brain kept fighting that information and would still drift back to your stupid smile and your horribly perfect eyes. so when you asked for his number, his mind was a complete mess. but eventually gave up and handed it to you because he was so curious about you, he wanted to get closer and to actually know you.

after only two months of being friends, you were standing by the little water fountain in the hall, you thought he looked so handsome today that you didn't even think twice before saying "i love you", those simple three words escaped your lips while his head was burried in the sink drinking, he almost choked from surprise but reacted casualy and made your feelings feel seen, but what bothered you is the fact that you never heard it being said back once. with every passing day you felt more and more humiliated. why did you ever accept to be in this situation? you let him treat you like you were his, you could hear the jealousy in his tone whenever that boy would try talking to you. but why would he be jealous when you weren't even together.

chris had serious commitment issues and refused to admit it, but it was so clear to everybody else how he kept people at a safe distance, he never passed the talking stage once in his life with a girl, so you thought you were special, he made you feel different than the other girls from the way he treated you, but again nothing changed. you remained unlabeled to him god he never even touched you once it never escalated to anything more than long make out sessions. until one day you decided that you should stop this. he keeps this going and you couldn't take it anymore.

so at that night you were invited to a party and went without telling chris, why should he know what you're doing afterall it was none of his business? you saw that boy who kept asking you out repeatedly making his way towards you through the crowd. you were half drunk and completely unfazed by the guy's tries to talk to you.

you couldn't remember what happened next that made you wake up in that stranger's bed no matter how hard you try to squeeze your brain. you can only form a blurry image of that boy grabbing your hips and pulling you in, you kissed.. you let someone else kiss your lips other than chris. he whispered sweet things in your ear, about how pretty and valuable you are, you know you shouldn't listen, but you yearned that affection, you needed someone to fix that emptiness that chris didn't bother to fill.

you couldn't face chris after what happened, there's no way you were gonna tell him. so you ignored him for a couple of weeks, leaving him on read and not answering his calls, he was dying to know what happened out of a sudden. did he do something wrong? until you couldn't keep hiding any longer, guilt was eating you alive so you just asked to meet somewhere to talk.

the air was thick around you as you tried to put together your thoughts and confront him with the ugly truth that left you feeling dirty.

"I messed up.." your eyes were glistening with tears that your were fighting back. chris just sat in front of you trying to take in what you were saying. you simply cheated on him..

"why.. how could you?" chris was completely shattered and realized how bad he made you feel that it led to this. you tried to apologize but was too choked up from crying. and now nothing could be done to fix this.

he knew you both messed up, he regretted his choices and hated himself for letting you drift away from him. he lost you way before you slept with that guy. now he would often think about how lucky that other dude was, he wished he was in his place, he wanted to hold you close and cherish your body like you were the rarest diamond, but it's too late now, all because he was scared of commitment. the idea of being someone's boyfriend terrified him and now all he do is cry at the memory of you.

he would imagine that you're back with him, his heart now was broken like that water fountain's handle. but he was willing to fix it for you. he thought that if you gave him a chance, he'll open his heart and give it to you. but it's all for no use now that he had lost you. the two of you were still young and naive to go through all that. but you can't go back in time and change it. you're not even friends anymore because you know you did each other wrong and no matter what you'll do it will only hurt you more. so you decided to walk away quietly from each other's lives for the sake of keeping your peace and your dignity. it was the right decision because you still cared about each other's happiness and comfort after all and regretting won't change a thing.

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[erthlyheavn]

"Thanks, dude! I do get that a lot though. Where do you think the idea for lava lamps came from~?" Although her grin made it hard to discern whether she was telling the truth or not. "But I like yours hair too! Gives ya a bit of an edge."

Her grin widened as her eyes gleamed playfully. "Sure can! Check this--" Light began to surround her hair and it split itself into three separate strands, then the strands began to loop around the other until it made a large braid.

"Ta-da~!" Beelza shook her hands if she just got done performing a magic trick.

@hannah-the-small

"If they'd been to one of your parties or asked I'm sure they'd of noticed, they really ain't too bright." Gritt agreed, a chuckle leaving him as he picked up a roll himself and popped it into his mouth. Been a while since he'd eaten a proper meal, he'd been using a lot of instant stuff. Not much time, knowledge or want to make something nice for himself.

"Your hair is pretty cool though, it reminds me a bit like a lava lamp. Relaxing to watch, and I bet cos its magic you can change it into any style." Gritt assumed.

[strtravels]

Eyes fell down on the blaster she had been handed; a classic model that she had fired dozens of times before – and now had to pretend was completely new to her, because that was what River was aspecting. River. – Running into her, while she was travelling with the Doctor (waiting for a moment to vanish) was one of the more unfortunate things. The Doctor was easy to blind – trapped with the feeling of nostalgia when they looked at her face and heard her scream, just like so many companions they had before. But River… She had wondered if the other would see straight through her act, just because she was – and she had to admit it – a brilliant actress, too.

Turned the blaster over in her hands – furrowing her brows in apparent confusion. “ – I’ve never held a weapon before, River… I mean, I have seen people firing blasters – but…” Parted her lips, but no words came over them. WHAT SHOULD SHE DO NOW? The silence seemed to say; waiting for instructions, while she was familiarising herself with the weight of the weapon. Was this a trick? A trap?

“ – you just want me to fire it?” | @carbondated!

[erthlyheavn]

"Yanno, people filling out those 'are you my type' sheets for my mom is actually a good thing. For me."

"Now I know which names to add to my shit list."

[qveenofgluttony]

General Tags

[burning-fcols]

“I missed you so fucking much luv.” (for Tom and addi getting back together) -  ✩   「 @shining-stxrs 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Addison would be lying is he said that he hadn't thought about this moment... Thought about it A LOT. About Tom's arms wrapped around him, holding him close in a way that no one else is allowed to. About the way their hearts would race in tandem, chests pressed against one another to share in the sensation. About the other male's face right next to his own, hot breath cascading over soft lips. Eager lips.

Ones that brush Tom's as Addi brings himself even closer.

Purring loudly, tail cheerfully swishes behind him, already large appendage appearing so much bigger thanks to his fluffed fur. Cheerful sound only grows as Addi nuzzles Tom's face with his, button nose playfully booping the Incubus's as he murmurs, ❝ I missed you too~ ❞ Breathless from the kisses they've already shared, Addi doesn't care about catching it. Too enamored by the other, he wants nothing more than for Tom to resume devouring him. They've already lost so much time since breaking up... Although it was for the best, Addi still mourns wasted opportunities.

Delicate arms wrapped around Tom's neck, a hand toys with ebony hair, twirling a strand with a dainty finger. Tail curling around, the end playfully brushes up Tom's leg. A gentle touch, juxtaposing the nip Addi gives Tom's bottom lip, not drawing blood but enough to leave a stinging reminder of his sharp fox canines. ❝ You know, it's so hot when you call me ❛ Luv ❜ ... Do it again~ ❞ He teases. 「 ☆ 」

[lichthey-a]

after much debate, spencer's voice claim has been changed to IRONMOUSE fit their personality better. not only that, it fits their headcanon of being multilingual.

[wardogsong]

What is a MAJOR boner killer for you?

get spicy w/ frank || NO LONGER ACCEPTING!!

"Blue eyeshadow." Did he say that a little too quickly? Doesn't matter, because just the mention of it is enough to have Frank shuddering where he stands. Put it on the list of shit he gets traumatic flashbacks about— time spent in the godforsaken south, where a very specific shade of pale blue eyeshadow might as well be a mating call from blondes with teased hair and terribly pink lipstick. CHRIST, he used to dodge those particular ladies more than he ever dodged fire at war. "That shit's a fuckin' warning sign."