#🔪 post

[helldreamz]

shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya

did a whiteboard with a friend!! these are some favs i did!!

[thecutecoresys]

I fucking love this account!! A place where I can be open AND have labels that make me happy?? FUCK. YES. GOD I’m gonna use the FUCK out if this. ~🔪

[south-park-rq]

Meet Twig/Tweek

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NAME: Twig, Tweek Tweak

NICKNAME(S): The Imp, Imp, Axar, Ryuu, Spiro, Ghost

AGE: ageless

GENDER: ghostgender, dicegender, lilypadgender, glassgender, verlegtcatgender

PRONOUNS: it/its, he/him, swoop/swoops, chill/chills, startle/startle, fog/fogs, boo/boos, haunt/haunts, purr/purrs, baby/babies, boy/boys, blood/bloods, lost/losts, yawn/yawns, tick/ticks, shatter/shatters

ORIENTATION: greysexual, quoiromanric, bleedoutromantic

CISIDS: imp, horns, tail, hoofed, eyebags, caffeine addict, harmed, POTS, intersex, red eyes, blonde, scars, tourettes, color blind, wings

TRANSIDS: transChildhood, transGhostBoy, transHemophilia, transOrganFailure

PERMAIDS: permaKid, permaSleepy

PARAS: abasiophilia, aisthitirakiphilia, amaurophilia, angelophilia, peiramaphilia, scopophilia, tatouaphilia

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SPECIES: imp

ROLE: blurr, addiction holder, allegorican

TYPE: fictive

SOURCE(S): south park

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PARTNER NAME: none

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BOUNDRIES: roleplay touch, makes me uncomfy

♡ LIKES: my space, sleep, caffeine

X DISLIKES: feeling sick

EXTRA: very jumpy but not mean

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[the-bar-sinister]

me in real life: torture and murder are horrible and you shouldn't do them.

me in fiction: torture and murder are literally the two sexiest and most fun things you could possibly do and you should do them all the time.

[tedlebred]

HAPPY IDES OF MARCH PPL🎉🎉🎉💥💥

(Redraw from last year🤭)

[hauntedorpheum]

ETHAN SLATER AS BOQ WOODSMAN IN WICKED JACK HALEY AS THE TIN MAN IN THE WIZARD OF OZ

I could stay young and chipper

And I'd lock it with a zipper…

If I only had a heart

[slasher-club]

still thinking abt these gay movies I can’t stop

[helldreamz]

people asking personal questions in inbox please send them to dms!! we are not answering private things publicaly!!

[thecutecoresys]

I love Billy so much omfg he’s so MEAN ~🔪

[hermit-frog]

[the-bar-sinister]

Villain monologue? Excuse me I am infodumping to you about my special interest and my special interest is death traps, machinations, and machiavellian plans.

You'll find that if you've paid enough attention to my interests, you'll be able to escape your inevitable death at my nefarious hands, and we can start building a relationship out of this.

[bizarrelittlemew]

Aziraphale mourning the jar holding the tumor from a seven-year-old boy.

[rowrowronnie]

practice makes perfect!

[insufferablemod]

The 2025 Homestuck fan calendar is officially open for pre orders which means I can post this bad boy! B)

[hungharrington]

okay steve definitely wouldn’t care about body hair, but i just know that man goes feral over your freshly shaved, smoooooth legs

i took this to make him a sillay boyfriend 🫶 sorry if u wanted HAWTNESS this is just silly LUV…. forgive me

The sheets feel cool against your bare legs.

You can feel the scratch of your hair tucked against your neck but you’re too content, all but sinking into the mattress, to be bothered to move it. Your legs are tucked up, your arms splayed wide across the bed. You’ve just done the hard job of an everything-shower and lying down is your well-earned reward.

Across the room, Steve pulls the curtains to cover the window. Shadow falls across the room, banished after a moment when Steve pads to the bed, turning on the lamp. Amber coats the ceiling.

It’s balmy tonight. You feel warm without even being under the covers. Dozing off sounds like a pretty amazing idea right now.

“Not falling asleep with me, are ya?”

You smile at the sound of Steve’s voice, lifting your heavy eyelids to gaze at him.

He looks scruffy the same way he always does at the end of the day. His hair has lost some of its magnificent volume and he’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt from high school. You can see the beginnings of his five o’clock shadow on his jawline. He’s gorgeous.

And you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. The thought makes you smile wider.

“Mm,” you hum, definitely giving away your sleepiness. “Nope.”

A warm hand touches your knee, Steve’s hand reaching out and rubbing it tenderly. He tsks playfully. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

You huff a quiet laugh and let your eyes fall back closed. Steve’s touch has always had a magnetic property, drawn to you whenever he’s near. It has a similar effect on your heart, which always feels like it’s surging forward in your chest to reach him.

The touch shifts, skimming down your shinbone. You expect him to maybe begin a half-hearted massage on your calves— he’s prone to giving them to you— but then, unexpectedly there’s another touch added to your legs.

You lift your head, peering down at him with squinted eyes. He’s crouched down beside the bed and he’s rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your legs.

When he knows he’s been spotted, he only grins, shifting his cheek again. “You’re so… smooooth.”

There’s definitely awe in his voice. You laugh, a real laugh this time, and shake your head. You should really stop being surprised when Steve’s a dork — he’s proven to be one time and time again. If you didn’t know different, you might assume this was his first ever relationship.

“Mhmm,” You hum. “That’s part of the appeal, handsome.”

Something glitters in Steve’s eyes at your pet name for him and his grin melts into something softer. His hand on your shin moves again, stroking softly up your calf. His face shows his bewilderment at your supremely smooth skin— and then betrays the look of mischief that crosses his face.

Your brows furrow instinctively. “Steve—” You warn.

He does it anyway, turning and licking one big stroke up your knee. You squeal, surprised at the sensation, and jerk your leg away from him.

“Steve!”

“What!” He mimics your tone, finally getting up onto the bed and crawling up to meet you. He’s smirking, looking terribly proud of himself. He plops himself down, half of his weight pressing into your shoulder as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

“S’just wanna a little taste, that a crime?”

His breath is hot and almost tickles against your neck. It’s impossible not to dissolve into quiet giggles, leaning into him. He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling the two of you closer.

“You’re a dork.”

You can feel the little puff of air he lets out in a laugh as well as the smile that spreads on his mouth. He pokes his tongue out, a minuscule touch against your neck that has you shrieking again— except this time, Steve’s holding you too tight to squirm away.

“Mmhm,” He says. “Your dork.”

You grin, turning to nose against his temple and make a noise of agreement. “Absolutely.”

[vinetabris]

people who are not familiar with fanfiction history do not know what a wild accomplishment this is

nature is healing