#I am evil :3c

[bloodyarn]

@bloodtwin sent

❝ babsi, have you ever jacked off before ？❞ there's a pause before he blinks. realizes. panic builds. . . . WHAT DID YOU JUST ⸻ ？！ ah, another classic puck speaks before he thinks moment. all right, well, he did think about this question. really very hard, actually. but it slipped past his lips without his permission. you can just ask that of a lady ！ eyes bugging out, he is quick to backtrack, ❝ i mean ！i didn't mean to ask that out loud. i was just thinking since you're so. um, lady-like. and uh, proper. not that that should prevent you from- i mean, you're just so- but, surely you've . . . ？like at least once ⸻ ❞ STOP TALKING ！！！ ❝ never mind ！please don't answer that. forget i asked. ❞

   𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .   unprompted interactions ────────────────────────

      If one could fall prone from a conversation,      Babette would possibly be the first person to ever manage that. There was absolutely no amount of vocabulary able to describe how that little proper lady (as he so kindly pointed out) felt. Ashamed, embarrassed, bewildered too. And the hexblood stood still, choking on her breath. Colors in her face shift around the mighty color wheel, settling for a dark red which spread over her nose  &  forked ears.

   Sometimes she wished Puck wasn't so forward.

    It would keep awful situations like these from happening.

Would Babette consider answering him   ?   SHOULD she   ?   As he said, the woman was a true lady. An innocent being, a lamb. A white rose without thorns. Pure in the public eye  &  truthfully, everyone she met knew her as such. Babette, indulging in such unchastity. Scandalous. What was he thinking   ?   Did he imagine her as some vile pervert behind her tent flap   ? ?   Was that the image she painted in Puck's head   ?

     ❝ Puck . . . ! ❞     A scolding (painful) yelp. She bit the inside of her cheek, the warm hue never disappearing for the duration of their awkward talk.    ❝ That is not something you ask a lady   ! ❞

The hag-in-the-making made an effort shutting her tadpole down, silencing it, lest the connection would build  &  reveal the answer without wanting to. 

     ❝ What in the nine hells gave you that idea   ? ? ? ❞

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[zaacoy]

The sillys!! Back at it again!!!

[mugwot]

thems

[virologikal]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 @judasiskariot requested: ship: Chris && Wesker (S.T.A.R.S. era) ⸻ 22: ﹝…in a rush of adrenaline﹞

With late summer well on the way, the streets of Raccoon City seemed more reminiscent of a cauldron, reflective surfaces of towering office buildings in the city proper only intensifying the heat, causing the air to flicker even in the late afternoon hours. Fortunate citizens elected to remain in their air-conditioned homes, while others took refuge in the recently opened swimming area at the Mendez River Docks. Children swarmed the Cafés in hopes of some quickly depleting ice cream, and fans were sold out everywhere, as notices plastered all over the city shopping area declared.

Still, none of it could compare to the heat of their breaths exchanged in much-too-close proximity as they stood, pressed against each other in spite of their layers of tactical equipment and cloth sticking to their damp skin, in an alleyway a few blocks away from the R.C.P.D.

It was dangerous, and stupid, yet alluring - a combination most enticing despite the risk it posed.

Wesker could hear the quickened breath, could feel it brush against his own lips while the both of them remained in stasis, a moment frozen in time as ocean blue observed amber from behind the security of shaded glass; calculating and studying as he always did, especially with Chris. The younger man had fascinated him from the moment he set foot into the S.T.A.R.S. office, and only kept pulling him in with easy smiles and boyish charm, a lighthearted stubbornness tethering him to his Captain as it seemed. Carefully testing boundaries and pushing buttons for the mere sake of curiosity needing satiation, their dance having already lasted numerous months, moth to flame, flame to moth.

Mere moments before, their team had ended their monthly training parkour, leading them through the Arklay Forest, down the trail and around the south of Raccoon City, past the university and across the circular river to the end point. Along the way, they faced various mock-encounters to prepare for actual emergencies. By the end of it, every single one of them was out of breath, sweating and, some of them, cursing.

It wasn’t unusual for Chris to stroll along back to the R.C.P.D. with Wesker, idly chatting away or trying to glean some personal information by prodding the older man with questions, but this time the blond could tell there was something else on his point-man’s mind.

Having spent as much time together on - and off - duty as they had, it became increasingly easy for Wesker to identify certain thought patterns in the other, especially when it came to him wanting to be inappropriately close in public. The hope of distracting the brunet and seizing the upperhand in all situations had long since been abandoned as Chris proved to only be spurred on when being told no, and thus gears had been shifted to enticing the other with secrecy.

The thrill of it seemed to work wonders, thankfully enough, and ensured at least a modicum of safety for Wesker, who found himself distracted more often than he had liked from the reality of their escapisms being not only dangerous for both their careers (as much as his was a farce, he still took pride in it), but also for his charade. And it certainly didn’t make things easier when it came to planning his desertion from Umbrella in the upcoming months.

A gentle touch from soft lips catching his lower one in a playful attempt to bring forth a reaction snapped Wesker from his train of thoughts, an involuntary shiver sliding down his back causing a tensing of his shoulders, while the other one’s hands reached to remove obtrusive shades from the bridge of his nose, tucking them away carefully in his breast pocket without breaking eye contact.

Narrowing his eyes briefly in the low light, Wesker reached, fingers of one hand curling around Chris’ chin, feeling the stubble under his tips as he tilted his head slowly, his eyes with no expression, not betraying the hunger and want he had felt all day while watching the other exert himself in the summer heat. Still their hearts pounded an unforgiving beat against their chests, blood rushing through their veins and dusting the younger one’s cheeks red, only noticeable by the analytic gaze of blue eyes never missing a detail despite the sinking sun’s glow upon their skin.

Words were considered for a brief moment as Wesker weighed the thought of teasing the other further, and by doing so inviting a chance to move their entanglement to his apartment, but when his lips parted, he could feel Chris’ body move against his in a sudden, unexpectedly strong motion, pushing up towards him despite fingers holding his chin, even ignoring the reflexive, warning pressure Wesker applied.

Hardly as composed as the blond was, Chris clearly had no patience for games and no thoughts left for any danger of possible exposure as his fingers curled into what little cloth of his Captain’s shirt he could grasp to pull him closer, lips pressing in unexpected desperation against his mouth and, when smoothed against each other, releasing a soundless sigh Wesker swallowed. Just when he thought he had successfully mastered the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Chris ignited the cinders again, fanning the fire like he always did, being the harbinger of unwise decisions Wesker was certain he would eventually regret one day.

Momentarily, however, he allowed himself to indulge, his hand releasing the other’s chin and grabbing his neck instead, fingernails digging into smooth skin before sliding up into soft hair where they curled and grabbed, tugging hard enough to bring forth an exquisite sound, muffled only by their sealed lips.

Intent on taking back control of the situation, he proceeded to part warm and soft lips with his tongue, too impatient and greedy to take his time, but finding Chris pliant and welcoming.

Wesker was no fool - he knew the implications of their actions, his actions, but found himself unable to resist all the same. Still, one of these days he would have to end whatever it was they had.

Unless he could convince Chris to follow him.

[sleepy-crypt1d]

love people making jack this suave sexy put together badass like babe we are talking about a man who canonically wont say fuck and says "yahtzee" when hes excited

[oblivions-dawn]

Keeping the Good Shit to Myself this Wednesday

Well, when the High Queen @thequeenofthewinter herself challenges you, that's not something you just IGNORE. And I'm stealing her format too while I'm at it I was also tagged by the lovely @umbracirrus and @mareenavee for this and in return snipe @yewphoric @stormbeyondreality @blossom-adventures @matri4rch @avantegarda and. Uhm. WHOEVER ELSE IF YOU SO DESIRE. No obligations required of course uwu Without FURTHER ADO . . . a single sentence. From my newest chapter.

Instead of the cold, harsh, and guarded dismissal that the vampire had come to expect in such moments, Vigdis had only stepped closer to her.

[hypervoxel]

My Worst Hot Take about Hazbin characters are. Okay, context: you know the drama about how Vox is a terrible person and you can't woobify him, Valentino isn't abusive because Vox is just as bad?

So anyway. You know Angel, the mafioso, who enjoys killing people? You know how the crimes the Mafia committed while Angel was alive and therefore involved in their crimes included things like human trafficking?

Hottest take: Angel is also a terrible person.

[skyler-pog69]

It’s like an evil wizard’s cast his evil gay spell on me. 🧙‍♂️🪄🏳️‍🌈

[sysig]

A few more “canon” designs, a few more new ones (Patreon)

[mlmfocalette]

heizhong

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[evils-corner]

Are you ever so obsessed with a form of media that you want to take it and eat it and steal it and make it yours entirely and absorb every facet and detail of it and

[gnaga37]

diy evil arc: talking about the goo and the eye <3

I loooooooove some goo. especially eye goo!! and I made it dark and purple-y bc that's the best flavor of goo <3 (universal truth) anyway! (you can get more context in the previous post that's a bad summary of the d.e.a. story) warning! descriptions of eye goo below vvv

goo. when where and how does our little guy start oozing? you don't get a cursed evil eye in one night of course, that would be unrealistic 😌 after some time under evil influence (months question mark) some dark blobs of purple dark stuff start appearing in the guy's eye. no physical symptoms so he doesn't even notice, couple more months and your whole eye is evil whaaaat how did that happen? what is going on?!anyway don't have time to figure it out we have violence and killings to get to! so now we don't even question it. it's probably ok and normal for eyes to do that on their own :)

give it 2 weeks and now the eye is oozing and dripping stuff like can it get any more annoying 🙄 so now the purple goo has decided to expand. it starts with small dripping goo (kind of like tears), manageable just clean it every once in a while and you'll be fine, but as it gets worse there's too much goo, too much effort to keep stuff neat. you can't control the goo. it flows down your cheeks and drops on your clothes. it does NOT come out by the way. purple stains foreverrrr <3

it's not "painful", oozing is kind of like crying, so, not really comfortable either. sometimes there's more goo oozing than other times. mmm wonder if there are any connections there to what you're doing 🤔 probably not! 😇

clarification. you=talking about the guy. not giving medical facts about eyes here <3

does the goo stop? mmmmmaybe :3 we'll have to wait and find out if I write more of this stuff down <3 anyway that's all the facts about goo I can think about right now!

[zaacoy]

Are follower specials also like. a thing on Tumblr?? I want to do one as both a small thanks to the little community I've found here and as a way to steal ideas from the funny little people in my phone

[mcnuggyy]

i haven't been keeping up with everything in the discord so maybe this is a thing already, but is there a c♡c character who's a plant monster person? like, someone who's made of leaves and plant and stuff à la venus mcflytrap from monster high?

NO... NOT YET BUT NOW I AM THINKING HMMMM though!! i will say... there's a character who is adjacent to that, but is extremely plot relevant and spoilery so I can't say who or what they are but I loveee this idea so I think I might just have to make a new guy hehehe >:o] <3

[wittymumbledon]

when you put off celebrating a milestone so long that you entirely miss it--anyway here's a totally accurate interpretation of how i crossed the 200 subscriber mark