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4steri · 1 year ago
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WIP! - Hantengu Family AU
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I still need to make Zohaku and better the sketch but i wanted to show u the progress!
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moon-my-beloved · 2 months ago
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my first wip wednesday (oh em geee ><)
Wicked Game (some fluff and a dash of angst if you squint)
“What?” You blurt out, spoon stopping mid-bite as you look up at the woman like she just grew a second head.
Laswell winces at your response, anticipating your reaction before she even told you. “Just think about it first before you give me an answer,” she lazily states, taking a bite out of her food before continuing. “You need to get out of this cave. Explore the world as much as I hate to phrase it like that.” She says. Tone softening as she takes in your tense state. The woman knew that she was the only person (human) you had ever interacted with after being in the dark for so long. You’ve reminded her countless times how you preferred the solitude of your home and withdrew yourself from socializing despite getting a job at the town's library. You never let yourself go too far. It was an unknown rule you had set for yourself and even though you never mentioned it to her, she could see it.
She and her wife could only come visit you a few times a year regardless if you insisted that “there was no need”, Laswell saw the look in your eyes every time she had to bid her goodbyes. That aching, longing, and shameful look. You never let yourself go too far. It’s for the best.
She was ready to brush off the idea under the rug and never speak of it again before she was cut off by the sound of your voice.
“Fine.” You finally say, staring at her with unsureness. Eyes flicking down to the plate in front of you before clearing your throat and meeting her gaze once again. “I will accept your ‘gracious’ offer under one condition,” You added, crossing your arms over your chest with a calm expression. “You owe me some of Rachel’s fudge brownies.” Tone grave that it could probably be mistaken as a threat to someone else, but Kate wasn’t just someone else.
Head tilting forward, she tried to hide her smile before facing you.
“Alright.”
Laswell’s chest filled with warmness at seeing your small smile. She hoped the boys treat you nicely when you arrive. She knows they will.
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whimsyvixen · 1 year ago
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Drawing facial hair is definitely not my forte 🥲
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Crossing my fingers I get this done by the end of this week hehe~
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sillyvampireboi · 3 months ago
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“I love you”. -“ Are you certain?”
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The devil’s minions might be minioning in my head
@okaytosave
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sn0wbat · 8 months ago
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morten, my silly vampire son.... i just really enjoy putting them in pretty clothes
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kitwasheree · 9 months ago
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🦇🍷 💖💕
being cute is about the attitude, even if you're centuries old ‼️
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painted-piethon · 2 months ago
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🚧 WIP WEDNESDAY 🚧
MEET PARAZAP 🎮⚡️
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I’m still working on her name and design, I hope to post more oc content soon
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l3viat8an · 1 year ago
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I’m an absolute slut for the troupe of helping the anti Lucifer league with a prank on Lucifer and he catches you in the act and punishes you for it like fucK it’s so hot -🦇
Nsfw content MDNI
Yesyesyes!! Like really it’s your fault for getting involved in their (Satan & Belphie’s) newest prank.
My favorite thing to imagine is Lucifer catching you, tying you up and just teasing you for hours. You  disturbed his work why should he lenient?-
Ooooor Lucifer bending you over whatever surface is nearest and fucking you absolutely stupid so all you can do is beg him for forgiveness~
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ragnarokhound · 1 year ago
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AND AND AND a vampire letting himself get bitten is I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you oughhh AND THE MUZZLE???! Who is it protecting, really? Tim from getting ravaged or Jason’s conscience? Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim? Getting to the point where Jason is so deep he can’t pretend he doesn’t want to. That’s when the muzzle can come off -🐺🦇
"I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you" - *softly sobbing into my pillow over this T_T OTL
"Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim?" - AND I'M UTTERLY RABID ABOUT *THIS* to the point that uh. I put off responding to you because I had to write this:
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“I still don’t think we need it,” Tim complains, turning the key in the lock. It clicks shut with a small snik.
Jason doesn’t budge an inch. 
“Sorry, princess,” he says, his breath puffing warm past the cool metal bars against Tim’s neck. “Them’s the breaks. We agreed: if you don't bite, then neither do I.”
Tim feels his face heat. He huffs, settling back on Jason’s thighs and leaning back into the arm Jason has around his waist. He presses the key into Jason’s chest for him to take. 
The muzzle is big on him, a loose cage of steel and leather; reinforced in certain places with silver. When the transformation takes him, he’ll grow to fit it— which, by the way, was not an easy measurement to get.
“That’s not strictly true,” he says, thinking about how he’d been forced to wrestle Jason down to the ground to wrap the measuring tape around his big furry head. He’d needed to use teeth to do it.
They’d both been bloody and sweaty by the end of it, and Tim was finding fur in places he didn’t want to dwell on for the next month. But at least it meant the wolf was in a playful mood for the rest of the night, and not a murderous one. Some nights it took longer than others to make that transition.
Jason raises an eyebrow. He puts a heavy palm over the key, trapping Tim’s hand against his heart. 
“Oh? Please, enlighten me.”
Tim scowls, and he knows he must be practically scarlet from the lazy smirk sharpening Jason’s mouth, the smug glint in his eye. He loves to see Tim turn red. 
“Quit it,” Tim scolds. “You know what always ends up happening. We go out, and then you get fussy, and what else am I supposed to do? You always goad me into biting you.”
It’s true, too. Tim thought Jason was bad enough outside the full moon, but that’s nothing compared to the unleashed desires of the wolf. Jason continues to look smug, and Tim narrows his eyes.
“Every. Single. Time,” Tim can’t help but tease, sinking the fingers of his other hand into the scruff at Jason’s nape and watching his eyelids flutter. “You can’t help yourself. You need it.” 
Jason growls low in his throat, hand flexing over Tim’s. The moon hasn’t risen yet, but Tim swears his teeth have gone sharp.
“Shall we reevaluate, then?” Jason asks, voice low. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “How about this. The muzzle stays on—”
Jason pushes Tim’s hand to his own chest, then slides his hand with slow intent to flutter at Tim’s hips, digging into the meat of his thigh and pulling him flush to Jason’s core. Tim watches his lips move, hypnotized,  “—until you take it off.”
Tim wraps his fist around the metal, feeling the weight of it in his palm and all it implies— and meets Jason’s dark gaze with his own.
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nonsensical-pixels · 1 year ago
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sisters! 🦇
still a wip for @profesionalpartyguest 💗
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poyostar · 8 months ago
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I wanted to draw something before showtime but, I've been hyperfixating on like 5 things so have this Peach from a wip I have 🥺
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moon-my-beloved · 2 months ago
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Wicked Game: a little snippet of the next chapter :3
“I don’t think I can do this.” You mutter nervously, clenching your sweaty palms against the fabric of your gloves for the millionth time that day as you sit in the passenger seat of Laswell’s car. You two had arrived earlier than expected and were now parked outside the house that belonged to the four men Kate had been speaking of these last couple of days. You barely caught any of it though, too busy trying to figure out why you even agreed to do this in the first place.
You had managed to grasp little bits of information from the conversation, at least important ones that Laswell could provide to you. John being the oldest of friends she had met at a London soccer game. A quirk on her lip forming as she recounts how their first conversation, more like a debate, started their friendship. They worked together, in an organization of some sort called ‘Task Force 1-4-1’ taking down bad guys as Laswell simply put it. That’s where the other three come in: Simon, Johnny, and Kyle. She had explained that they all have worked together on various missions she could not disclose but made it clear that these were people she trusted with her life.
“They’re family.” Crow's feet deepened as her eyes crinkled with the smile she wore while talking about them. You knew Laswell would never lie to you but at that moment you felt the warmth in her words with how much compassion and inclination she had for her team.
She had spared any detail of their personal lives, stating that there would be no point in meeting them if she just told you everything that she knew about these men. You’re here to get to know each other, she had said, not knowing that it was probably the last thing you wanted these four guys to accomplish.
It was really meaningless. You would just end up being a small blip in their minds once this whole ordeal is over.
“Getting cold feet on me?” An amused expression written all over her face at your troubling state. Turning off the engine and unbuckling herself, she turns her body to face you as she crosses her arms over her chest “Nervous?”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you lean your elbow against the small space between the window and you, rubbing your fingers over your eyes before breaking the silence. “You know I’m not good at whatever this is,” Hand waving desperately in the air and eyes flickering towards the house and hers just to be met with a stoic face as she listens to you ramble about how you just want to go back home like you’re a spoiled child having a tantrum in the middle of a candy store. You might as well be at this point. Pressing your lips together in an attempt to stop yourself from saying too much, you sit up and look at yourself in the front view mirror. “I just don’t know what to do, Kate.”
‘You don’t want to disappoint her.’
A small chuckle can be heard from the woman along with a warm palm against your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts as you lift your head just enough to meet Kate’s sympathetic yet serious gaze.
“You won’t mess it up if that’s what you’re worried about. I know this can be.. different for you but I promise, things will go great.” A soft smile on her lips as she gives your cheek a small pat before pulling away. “Just let me do the talking and we’ll go off from there, okay? Baby steps.” She reassures you, grabbing the small bags of gifts from the backseat for you to take. “Here, you’ll be my little delivery person for today.” She says as she hops off the car and closes the door behind her.
“Shit- wait!” You give yourself a quick once-over, barely managing to catch up to Kate as you try your very best to avoid any of the small gifts from falling off your arms. “Rude.” You say when you meet Kate at the front door.
“We don’t want to keep the boys waiting with how eager they’ve been to meet my ‘mystery’ friend.” The corner of her lip twitching up into a smirk as she points at the door. “You ready?”
“Just knock.” You say. A bit harsher than you wanted it to come out as you look the other way to find anything to distract yourself from your own misery.
Rolling her eyes, Kate lifts up her hand and lands three solid knocks against the wood of the door, shoving her own hands into the warmth of her puffer jacket. You think you hear Laswell complain about how cold it is before a booming voice can be heard coming from the other side of the door followed by heavy footsteps inching closer.
You tense up, feeling like your heart is about to beat itself out of your rib cage if that’s even possible with how anxious you are.
‘Fuck. Maybe you can make a run for it.’
As if Laswell could sense what you were thinking, she grabs the hem of your coat to hold you in place before the door swings open.
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breakingb4tz · 22 days ago
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mireille!! i love her sm
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shes a little nervous bear with em..
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sillyvampireboi · 4 months ago
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Anyway I read the vampire Armand. Paint him with black wings or whatever
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sn0wbat · 1 year ago
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oleander.
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timegrrrl · 13 days ago
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wip that will take me WEEKS to finish at this rate (i can finish it within two days but ik my ass will procrastinate it)
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