#Devil Say I I Say AIR

[botcomplex]

Guys I just got this new Patch 7 evil ending if you give Raphael the Netherstones???????? (This was meant to be the 1 year anniversary shitpost art for BG3 I kept promising but uh oops I'm a month late haha)

[utterdrip]

astarion being so conscious about what a big weird fuckin group the tadpole’d are like yelling at them hands fluttering about

“we’re conspicuous enough as this merry band of freaks! can you! be normal!”

[hard cut to astarion panting over the possibility of killing some githyanki scouts]

[blue-rose-soul]

Guilt-ridden he may be, but it wouldn't surprise me if Lucifer didn't still lose his temper with Alastor again. Kind of hard to switch up your knee-jerk reaction to someone even after you gain a new perspective.

And like, Alastor in the main branch is NOT making his efforts to reach out easy. Worse, he'd take every time Lucifer snaps at him as confirmation of his real character.

Raised Together might have fewer head-to-head shouting matches, just because Alastor has more positive memories of his father and could be willing to meet him half-way sometimes.

Kid!Alastor's are probably started by the tiny terror himself and Lucifer is, maybe, less likely to scream at a 10 year-old.

Nicaise and Charlie have their work cut out for them softening this slow-motion train wreck.

You know, that's a really good point. I've been going pretty heavy with the guilt because I think that would be Lucifer's biggest reaction, but you're absolutely right that it's not that easy to change how you see a person overnight. Alastor himself doesn't want the dynamic to change. His absolute refusal to make any concessions would definitely be aggravating to Lucifer. And as much as I love Lucifer being a silly little guy, he is a bit of a jerkass. While Alastor was being a tad bitchy when he first met Lucifer, Lucifer was the one who escalated into outright insults and then crossed the line into death threats. Something, interestingly, Alastor never did (likely because he knew he wouldn't be able to get away with it).

Like, chill dude. He called you short and said he was proud of your daughter.

So yeah. Alastor is being a stubborn ass about things, but he's not entirely unjustified.

In Raised Together they don't have that same level of vitriol, but things are rocky. Lucifer made an effort to be a good parent to Alastor as well as Charlie when they were growing up but he fell short in a lot of ways. Not that it was entirely his fault. He was struggling with his own mental health and the stresses of existence in Hell. But a lot of the time, Alastor felt like Lucifer took him in out of a sense of obligation, nothing more, and these feelings were exacerbated when Lucifer and Lilith parted ways and Lucifer pretty much stopped talking to his kids. Alastor's not a very forgiving person so when Charlie manages to sway Lucifer into supporting her hotel, Alastor's still got his guard up, just waiting for Lucifer to shut them out again.

Lucifer in the Kid Alastor AU honestly just looks ridiculous for picking on a child. Charlie has heard Alastor reiterate that he's not a child a million and a half times, yet she falls for it every time when Alastor runs to her in crocodile tears saying that Lucifer's 'picking on him.' And nearly every time it's a result of Alastor pestering Lucifer to begin with. Lucifer has actually made kid AU Alastor genuinely cry once, but not by being unkind to him or anything like that. It was after Lucifer found out that Alastor was his kid, and trying to build bridges. But the way he went about it was very demeaning and in resulted in Alastor bursting out in frustrated tears due to the limitations of his childlike body.

Someone get Nicaise and Charlie some migraine medication, they're gonna need it.

[shadowblade8192]

i think its been well documented that each episode since wild blue yonder has had a name check (if you dont know what that is, its whey they say the name of the show/episode title in the episode itself), and i was wondering, since its not the same character every time, could there be a connection between them? i cant think of anything but i did make a list of every character who spoke the first name checking line in each episode so if anyone else can find a connection then do add it in the tags anyways heres the list:

wild blue yonder - donna noble the giggle - the doctor the church on ruby road - the doctor space babies - the doctor the devils chord - timothy drake boom - the doctor 73 yards - ruby sunday dot and bubble - lindy pepperbean rogue - rogue the legend of ruby sunday - carla sunday empire of death - TBA

[lesbiankoby]

i do have a prototype “dante’s daughter” character in my head for the sheer self indulgent fun of it . and a plot to go with this character . but i need to finish the anime bc her and patty would be the primary character relationship (besides oc and dante)

[mwagneto]

before anyone asks yes i've had a car for over 2 years no i do not have a driving licence no i did not want a car. my father is just obsessed with selling cars after like 5 years and buying new ones with the money he gets and he used me as an excuse this time

[benevadeca]

Incomprehensible chart I made a while back about anime brother characters ie my specialist little princesses I put in the blender mentally

[marsixm]

my squishmallow collection minus one dracula head keychain

[dan-crimes]

The world isn't ready for all my amazing and wonderful takes on media but maybe my OCs will make them understand...

[lunarscaled]

tag drop part 2

[fingertipsmp3]

I love when a random conversation with someone unlocks a memory that had been fully buried

[silly-lil-blog]

Listening to TAD/Hozier while hiking with a bit of a chill? Wonderful experience

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

The boy reading with Halo font

I expect him to vanish behind closed doors with "someone" and we'll see him if he's hungry....

Or wandering.

[ohcaptains]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

college! peter parker x fem reader.

18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.

peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.

Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldn’t have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.

As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.

Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.

It was as if he did this purely for himself.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peter’s brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.

Peter liked hearing you.

Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. It’s why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.

His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red he’d gotten when you told him he couldn’t come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, he’d come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gotta…I’ll be quick.

The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, you’d let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. He’d tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. He’d said, if you let me make you come again, I’ll do your Maths work for the next week. After he’d left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.

Just…reflecting.

Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.

“Please,” you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. He’d caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air – Lavender and pear.

Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. You’d been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.

He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.

“Oh fuck – ohfuck, Peter—” you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.

He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.

The two bled into each other.

His tempo was leisurely, but that didn’t stop the heat from washing over you all at once.

You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.

Still, the ache was erratic, “So good,” you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it. 

“Move your hand, or I’ll stop,” he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, “lemme hear you.”

Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.

You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.

You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, you’d never seen that before.

“Gotta be kidding me,” you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, “’ M’sorry,” he mumbled, “usually I wait till I get home, but you’re just so hot.”

You had to stay completely still, or you’d burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?

Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.

Peter hummed, “couldn’t help myself.”

You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home – cheeks still wet with you – and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.

He was far too pretty to stay quiet.

The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.

Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.

Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.

He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.

“Oh fuck,” he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.

“Make me come,” you whispered, “and I’ll put you in my mouth.”

Peter had never moved so fast in his life.

[slythereen]

it’s because when he’s close to max he gets into his sub-

NAURRR 💀💀 this took me out. im out here coughing and nearly drowning on my hot chocolate bc this caught me so off guard anfaksfna

i mean... it's not an imposs- [police sirens]

[ysaona]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and id say thank you.