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[saschax]

Hello ! Would it be possible some nsfw-fluff an Valeria and female reader?, maybe something ab how reader got home and she was tired decided to take a bath and vale followed her? 🤭

gruß (greetings), and of course. ill shall do this.

not entirely sure what fluff means, but it means happy ending (according to the internet)? so, mmm... hope this is good...

sorry for late response. and im terribly sorry if this is bad; im not used to female reader x female (and since im not a female myself, i have no absolutely fucking idea on how they say things amongst themselves)

people aged less than 18+ please skip this as this is not for you. please do not read this. i beg of you, do not.

i am not responsible if your child is reading this, as a parent- it is you who is responsible for your child's media consumption.

if you are 18 or above, feel free to read!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: nsfw, two females are in a romantic relationship

ding.

the door opens for reader, vale stands in front of her with narrowed eyes.

"where you've been, hm??" valeria hums, crossing her arms.

valeria is a bit frustrated reader came home later than planned. they were going to watch a movie when she gets home, but its too late to watch a movie. looking behind reader, it is night time.

getting no response, valeria opens her mouth- brows furrowing in anger, then- as her eyes looks up and down at reader's figure. she freezes.

reader's eyes was slightly droopy, her back hunched over a bit like she was very tired.

tired from work.

valeria softens when reader hugs her. although, valeria didn't quite like the smell of other perfumes on her.

debe haber otras mujeres alrededor de mi chica.. estúpido trabajo..

reader seems to pick up on this, so she lets go.

"am sorry- just- just work caught up to me, thats all." reader finally replies to vale's question.

it is vale's time to be quiet for a moment, reader sees vale's eyes looking her up and down.

"poor baby, you tired?" valeria said with a condescending tone. reader nods her head, "hm, why don't we go to bed? we can..." she tilts her head back at the tv. "watch the movie later."

"sounds okay," reader agrees, moving past valeria to walk to their shared bedroom.

when reader opens the door, realizing her partner isn't following her. she looks over her shoulder, only to see valeria having her arms crossed, and her foot tapping the ground expectingly.

reader's face flashes a goofy tired grin, walking back to valeria and taking her hand- valeria smiles back- and she drags her loving partner into the bedroom.

as they enter the bedroom, reader gently tugs valeria onto the bed and valeria allows the motion, laying on the bed (of course she took her shoes off).

expecting reader to sleep next to her, what she did next surprises her.

reader went into the bathroom.

valeria arches one of her eyebrows, and the next second, she hears water running.

oh? is she taking a bath?

without ME?

not a chance, valeria huffs as she thinks.

letting the water run for a moment, she swings her legs to the side and starts to walk into the bathroom, looks like reader was quick to get into the bathtub as she sees her there- well, she isn't laying in the bathrub- reader is standing, preparing to lay down.

reader eyes is wide, bug eyed. trying to cover herself with her hands (she's completely naked) while keeping her balance on the slippery bathtub.

reader feels nervous, but it looks like valeria is enjoying this- her smirk says it all.

"well, it seems like you need some help getting clean," vale said playfully, stepping closer to the tub and reaching out to turn off the faucet.

reader's face is red as a tomato at this point, still covering herself as much as possible. this is embarrassing!

valeria tries to move her hands away, only to met with resistance. with a tsk, she pulls harder, and reader relents.

"sit down." she says, humming after.

reader lets out an audible gulp, sitting. of course, when valeria wants her to move in a certain spot- she moved.

now, valeria is currently behind her- with reader showing her back to valeria.

reader's heart races as vale's touch sent shivers down her spine. they had been together for quite some time now and shared everything else - why not share a shower too?

as much as her mind scream she likes this- her body is stiffening. she's not used to this sort of touches on her body.

as vale begins running a soap-covered hand over her shoulders, gently massaging away any tension or stress from work or life in general, reader couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation coursing through her body.

after a moment of doing this, vale's hands trails lower down reader's body, slowly gliding over her soft curves and sensitive areas. she feels the heat emanating from reader's skin as she presses closer against her, their wet bodies molding together like two halves of a whole.

reader gasps when she felt vale's fingers dip beneath the water and brush against her most intimate place.

her hips buckle slightly in response to the unexpected touch but vale holds onto her tightly, keeping them both upright in the tub.

"you like that?" vale whispers huskily into reader's ear before moving lower to kiss along her neck and collarbone.

the sensation sent shivers up and down reader's spine as she moans softly at this newfound pleasure.

feeling embarrassed of her moans and soft little gasps- sounds vale happens to like so much, vale sees a hand sneaking their way up to reader's mouth- effectively almost drowning, if not, all their sweet little noises.

"no, no, carino, i want to hear you.." she tsks, using a free hand to moves reader's hand away, although slowly and gently, away from her mouth.

the noises continues, and every now and then- she hears a whimper.

god, it sounded beautiful. she'd kill to hear that sound forever.

vale's mouth moves upward, pausing her little attacks on reader's neck and instead, begins to bite reader's earlobe.

even reader's ears seems to be blushing red, and this only seems to make reader's cuter in vale's eyes.

"vale- ngh- i'm going to- ngh- cum-!" reader whimpers, the last word being said in a higher pitched when vale sped up her movements.

"si, si, come on my fingers mi amor." valeria eggs her on, and the last two words were reader's undone.

seeing white, she lets out a silent scream. the springy coil in her snaps..

vale however, did not relent. even after reader came down from her high, she kept going.

whimpers and pleads of stop is encouraging for valeria, only making her go faster and faster.

i think reader made valeria addicted to her sounds and wants to hear more...

XD....

after, with reader passing out, thanks to valeria's strength. she cleans reader, of course she had to renew the water, dressed reader, and places reader gently in bed.

all the while, reader was snoring happily away. into dreamlands.

and as valeria settles into the bed, last thing she says was..

"love you, mi amor." and with that, settles her head into reader's neck and sleeps.

what did i write

[wyvchard]

Static and Radio waves

(Hi, @agent-calivide... 😅 I saw the post. Please do excuse my attempt in writing the fic idea. Additonal ideas by @ellascreams and @sml8180. The brain rot spread to me.

Quick Disclaimer: I haven't a clue on how radio shows work in the 1960s so expect a ton of inaccuracies and a lot of vagueness.)

Phoenix is a radio host despite both Zoraxis and the Agency never hearing their voice.

Edit: Link to Part Two

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I sighed as I saw the light turn off. "Okay. That's another batch done. My back is killing me." I leaned back on my chair as I massaged my temple.

"Why are you so insistent on leaving no show unfinished? It's like you're always preparing to retire all of a sudden." The sound tech looked at me with concern. "You can't retire, you're our most popular host. It's already bad enough you're not as present as before but-"

"Look. I like doing my own thing and I told you I have family to take care of. Besides, I don't want to pull a Juniper and leave a lot of productions half-finished." I winced at the memory. "... Too soon?"

"... Yeah. Do you still believe he could actually do that?"

"We'll never know. I mean, he did work for Zoraxis." I reached for my cup of tea to soothe my voice. My handler's slowly converting me from my beloved coffee and I have no idea how to feel.

"That stupid station... I get that Zoraxis Presents is bigger but-"

"Nothing we can really do about that. Besides, I'm thankful we don't have Juniper tied to us." It really would've been troublesome if he saw my face back then. Although I would have been in a different booth, he could have gotten a glimpse any time between recordings.

I looked over my script once again. "... I think it would have hurt us more if we did." I'm thinking about him again.

"How long until you'll be back?"

"I don't know. Things back home are unpredictable. I'll try to get ideas in the mean time. It's getting late."

I waved with every staff I met as I headed down to the street outside. My keys were held closely as I made it to my car and decided to start the drive to my apartment.

"Agent, it's good you're finally back," Reginald said with his typical jovial tune as soon as my earpiece connected. "I take it that you're blending in well?

"Perfect. Well, I'll tell you about the mission in the morning as it is getting quite late. I'm in the area and I was wondering if you'd like to eat dinner with me."

I opened my glovebox with my TK and grabbed the soundboard I'd... borrowed from Dr. Prism's home and pressed the button that said "fire".

He just sighed at my mischief. "I'll assume that means yes."

I fought a smile as I kept pressing the button to annoy him.

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"Ah. There you are." Reginald smiled when I reached his table. "I was wondering if you'd run late."

I crossed my arms as I brought in the notepad and wrote something down.

"I jest, Phoenix. I'd rather not ask about work right now since we'd get busy tomorrow. I just wanted to-"

I tugged on his sleeve as we started to move to a more hidden spot in the establishment.

"I find this a bit unnecessary."

I gave him a grin while I leaned my head towards the unfolding drama.

He just sighed as a blush painted his cheeks when he seemed to recall something. He didn't really say anything but I will find my way to ruin the Fabricator's day soon.

Also because I wrote his character in my stories to get dumped by a woman or two because of that window washing fiasco. I feel responsible for that.

"... Agent, I appreciate the thought but I do not like prying into other people's love lives as much as possible."

An awkward silence envelopes us as we watch the melodramatic exchange in the diner. I passed him candy from my pockets as we watched.

We were served a few moments after, the fight between lovers still going on. I passed the notepad to him when things started to die down.

" 'Do you think something like this will appear in-' I can see this becoming part of that. Actually, that is what your mission is about. But we'll handle the details in the morning."

Aha. Yay. They're going to find out my side job. Well, this is not going to be fun.

"I hope I can join you this time. Although I doubt it, considering what happened with John Juniper."

Things quieted down as he spent most of the time talking about tea and his hobby of corn husking.

And I managed to pay back the five dollars by the end of it. So it's a win.

I'm quite grateful he's quite talkative as my voice would be destroyed if I talked any more.

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"With Zoraxis going underground, it has been difficult to find traces of their activity. However, we've previously received reports of Zoraxis activity in one of the smaller radio stations. There is an elusive radio host who seems to know just how Zoraxis works. The agency wants you to look into them and see how they know so much and how they manage to remain faceless to this day. You are to go undercover as a stage hand. You did well back at the theater. Surely a recording booth wouldn't be a problem."

It wouldn't be a problem... if it wasn't the recording booth I was just in yesterday.

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(I ran out of ideas on how to continue the story. I hope you enjoyed the read. 😅)

[mvrtogg]

@marisetcaelum liked for a

"I don't know if mermaids are real, I never met one." Murtogg was answering Mullroy question about if he thought mermaids were real. How was he supposed to know? The question was quite random at most, but Murtogg answered the man with a perplexed look on his face. The Queen Anne's Revenge was nearing a place called Whitecap Bay. Murtogg leaned over the railing of the ship, pondering why the Captain Barbossa decided this was a good place to even visit.

After a few moments of blankly staring out into the sea, he had seen something near the ship. A splash of a tale maybe? He stated out a bit, now thinking about the tales of the creatures that seemed to inhabit these waters. "What in the world is that?" Before he could say or do anything, he was pushed into the water by some crewmember and made a splash. The man couldn't swim for anything, and began to panic. "Hey! The hell you do that for?!" he yelled angrily at the man who pushed him. His head then went under the water and his hands began to flew about.

[tiimecrash]

@divinehr gets a random mini-starter!

The Professor had been in Rome for a collective three years. He had made himself a silent ( but helpful ) presences in the life of Emperor Claudius. Someone the Time Lord admired greatly. Going by the name Solus Dexius now, a philosopher. He had to be careful of what he said and did. There was a non-interference policy in place by the High Council when it came to fixed points in history. He was stuck here and unable to leave currently. His TARDIS was burred off the coast in Ostia and badly damaged.

He had finished talking with Claudius in the hallway before he parted ways with the man, giving him some advice about the aqueduct he was building. That's when he had also ran into Priscilla. Solus remained silent for a long while before speaking to her. "So, you're the divine mother of Rome." he stated with interest. He seemed to blend in fairly well, after all he had a very deep fondness for humans. Yet, this woman wasn't one. Not technically. They saw her as the mother of all Romans. Gave birth to Romulus and Remus. How ... interesting. He knew it all already. The joys of being a Time Lord it seemed. Yet, he didn't know everything. "You must forgive me, I've been away from Rome for some time that I've nearly forgotten. Do tell, what do you see for our dear friend Claudius?" He had a feeling that she was aware he was not supposed to be here. That he wasn't from Rome or even from this planet.

[replicantdeviancy]

@hopestanding asked:

it’s a terrible thought. to die frightened and in pain. ( markus @ connor )

Those words lingered in the stagnant air a long moment, the weight of the atmosphere surrounding them heavy, as if the stillness of it had settled upon the detective’s shoulders. He felt it pressing ever so slightly, more & more. His chest felt tight, & he drew a needless pseudo-breath to help dispel the feeling. It was all psychosomatic, he knew - androids did not experience these symptoms, but to Connor, it felt like the descriptions of tangible gravity humans experienced with guilt. & he did know guilt. He had learned the emotion well, becoming intimately familiar with its effects on his body & mind. Somehow he knew, even with the forgiveness of the Jericho leader, he would forever be marked as the deviant hunter.

That sensation was never far when dealing with cases such as the one he had been tasked with now. Another android had been found destroyed, the viscera which only barely resembled that of a living being scattered & discarded. The chassis had been brutalized, left in a dark hallway of an abandoned building in one of the more desolate areas of town. Servos had locked upon the sudden cease of function, keeping the dismantled form of the android locked in a state not unlike rigor mortis in humans, expression contorted into that of abject fear. Connor couldn’t make himself meet the android’s dead eyes, not after his reconstruction software had so completely calculated the manner of the other’s death. It was an AP700 model, one which had been listed as missing some time before the revolution.

One of many listed in the files upon files of cases still left unsolved by the DPD involving deviant androids. Though he had worked these cases for months alongside his partner, Connor always hated when their closure involved the discovery of a body.

A faint sigh left him as he moved slowly to take a closer look, taking a knee besides the dismantled android. “When was he discovered?” His question was direct, to the point. He couldn’t afford to allow emotion to get the better of him, even if the scene horrified him in a way no human murder scene ever could. No matter how much the lieutenant tried to insist that androids weren’t all that different from humans, the RK unit knew that this just wasn’t the same. It was too close, far more personal to witness one of his own having been destroyed, knowing exactly which of the two designated intelligent species between them had done the slaying.

He understood why Markus had called him personally. Before the police got involved, before CSI & his fellow officers showed up, stealing away all the humanity from this display, rendering it cold & at the unwavering scrutiny of the law. Connor knew what had happened, how their victim had been chased down & mercilessly taken apart. This wasn’t a case of red ice related deactivation - he could see the splatters of thirium residue left over beneath the thickened puddles that had still yet to dry & evaporate. This was just hatred. This was overkill. It made his whole chassis twitch as a shiver ran down the length of his spinal assembly.

[oathofpromises]

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much - from Data to Hiroto, in a moment when Hiroto is his most vulnerable and open

No matter how desperately Hiroto yearned to escape the clutches of his past, it forever loomed over him like a relentless shadow, refusing to be cast aside. He may've successfully escaped the confinements of the cellar, yet but the scars lingering on his back and in his mind stayed. How many nights had the viper laid awake, hoping to finally have a good night's rest? For the longest time, he simply went without sleep. It was not the healthiest way to cope, but anytime he closed his eyes, all he would see were memories from his shattered past.

Biting his bottom lip, he leaned against the pillar and kept a watchful eye on Data as the brunet gathered some ingredients for dinner. Hiroto promised to show Data a few meals he learned as a kid from Tural. Hiroto warned Data that the food might be a bit spicy, at least compared to what he was used to around here.

They planned to buy the ingredients and return home quickly, where it was safe. The viper hated being so out in the open; he hadn't exactly left Tural on the best of terms, which meant the people there might have sent other vipers to take care of him. Either bring him back dead or alive, depending on what state they require his body to be in. He hadn't told Data that lately he had been receiving letters, mostly threats from some of the very same people who had scarred his back.

He's happy. The last thing I want to do is mess that up. Besides, as the Warrior of Light, he had plenty on his plate to deal with. 

Hiroto knew the last thing Data wanted was for him to keep secrets or to hold back anything, and it wasn't a lack of trust. The brunet became someone that the viper wanted to protect—to allow past the defenses he had built over the years. Yet there was a tiny part that feared that Data might not like what he saw.

'Well, well, if it isn't Hiroto Caelum, it has been awhile.'

Hiroto turned, and his eyes widened as he saw Jivu, Cizu'yi's girlfriend—or was it his wife now? He didn't know or care, but seeing her brought on flashes from the past. She laughed as they stabbed daggers into his back, using her magic to keep him in a loop. She was one of the ones who took pleasure in causing others pain.

"Jivu. I don't know why you are here, nor do I care," stated Hiroto, as he already had a dagger out. He spun it around a finger before his crimson hues glared at the female Miqo'te. She had a lot of nerve coming here and right out in the open too.

'Hiro, still trying to act strong. We both know who you really are, and once that brunette you are hanging out with knows the full story, He will abandon you just like everyone else.'

Stop. I don't want to hear that. It's not something I haven't already told myself...

Jivu smirked as she leaned in and stabbed a dagger right near Hiroto's face, her hand traveling up his chest. Closing his eyes, he hated her touch—the way it made his stomach turn into knots. Normally, he would've easily had her off him, but she was using some paralyzing spell. She wanted to make him remember the cruel treatment he had received back then.

'Come now..Hiroto. You've slept with so many people before. Why not indulge yourself, or is this one different? Does he know that the man you loved was already taken, causing your heart to be broken and ripped into pieces? That he hated the sight of you.'

Please stop..

Hiroto felt a needle prick into his skin as his eyes widened, images from the past flooding into his mind. The pressure of the needle jabbing into his neck, the cold of the chains keeping him against the cellar wall The feel of each instrument they used craving into his back—the way he wanted to die back then. Why live when his life was a cycle of pain? Without his family, he was utterly alone.

Suddenly, he saw Jivu notice Data walking towards them, and without another word, she vanished. She desired him to break and reveal all that lay buried deep within his heart. Biting his bottom lip, the viper reached into his pocket, pulling out an antidote. Whatever she used was probably the same substance they had used on him years ago. Taking a deep breath, he tried to act naturally, yet his body betrayed him. His legs felt weak, and just as he was about to fall forward, he felt warm arms wrap around his body.

Hiroto muttered "Data..." as he observed the concerned expression on the brunet face. He had probably seen something was up and tried to approach calmly. The last thing they wanted was to cause a disruption.

'Hiroto, let's get you home..' whispered Data as he allowed the Viper to lean on him. He was so much smaller, yet he carried so much more than a normal person did. It broke Hiroto's heart how often Data had pushed his own feelings to the side.

They had barely made it into the house before Hiroto laid his head against the brunet chest, arms wrapping around the other waist before tears started to fall. It was rare that Hiroto allowed himself to cry; in fact, it had been many years since he had..not since that night in the cellar. For a time, he believed it was a weakness to show such emotions. It was only something a person could use against him.

"I...I can't lose you too. I know that I am nothing and that there are so many others that would be a better fit for you. I carry too much baggage, and you already have enough on your plate. I didn't want to worry you, but people from my past are starting to come back. They want me dead—or to suffer more. It doesn't matter. I just...if I tell you everything, I don't want to scare you away." Hiroto muttered as sobs escaped his lips.

Slowly, Hiroto reached up and unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Turning,  he took a deep breath. This was something he had never shown to a single soul; it was a lot, and either it would disgust the other or make them run in fear.

"I told you a bit about my past—that I was treated badly by the people I was sent to live with—but I never showed you to what extent. No matter how much magic is used, the scars will never heal. There are times when they burn horribly. The other night, when we were kissing and I suddenly ran, it wasn't because I hated it. Quite the opposite. Feeling your lips against mine was bliss. I just didn't want to scare you away. I come with a lot and have only scratched the surface at everything."

Hiroto closed his eyes as he felt the brunet fingers gently reach and trace a few of the scars. It wasn't painful, yet it wasn't a side that the viper wanted to show him. There was so much he had to explain, and yet the tears wouldn't stop falling.

"Please say something," cried Hiroto as his shoulders shook. His entire body felt heavy as all the emotions were pressing against his chest.

Don't leave me…

[atlatsofstories]

          closed starter for @wintcrstcrfall

another satisfyingly busy day on their turf; even better when their nightclub was bustling with people, most of the faces they knew and recognized for frequently visiting the establishment. now while running the places wasn't exactly Tony's territory, he still felt quite proud whenever Luciano businesses were thriving and successful. now even though he wasn't exactly involved in running the club, he had still been the one to tip off Marcus about the place where the nightclub had been established, made him extra proud. suppose though he had his hand in most Luciano business arrangements one way or the other, especially where illegal matters were concerned. after all, it was his life; Luciano family matters were his life.

for once Anthony was having a night off, thus he was gracing Marcus and the crew with his presence that night. he'd had his glass of whiskey, had varying types of conversations with empty promises with quite a few women, and spoken with his brothers that night. at some point Tony was simply just meandering around, learning and studying individual faces in the crowd; a habit, sometimes a very beneficial one at that. now when he had been just about to depart from the bar, after exchanging a handful of words with a bartender he knew, a new face caught his eye. a face so striking he had to take another look, noting how her dirty-blonde hair accentuated her exquisite features even when she made an unconscious attempt to sweep a part of her hair from covering her face. the male took only a brief moment to contemplate upon what he wanted to do; a smirk curling up at his features as soon as he decided to push from the other side of the bar area to her direction. could you imagine people stepping out of his way only because they knew who he was in the club? well, that was exactly what made it easier for him to reach the woman. then once he reached her, he came to occupy a space by her side, body facing where hers was facing, but his head turned to his direction. he took a good moment to run his eyes over the length of her body, though he was nothing but a suave gentleman as his gaze returned back to her face once more, " you're new here. what do you think abou' the place ? ".

[peoplcshope]

It had only been a few months since the androids were put away by Trunks, though it seemed the people would not yet know peace as aliens would often invade the earth in the search for the Saiyan that had eradicated their planet or has crossed them in some way. As ruthless as his father was…he never pictured him being the type to leave a survivor in the wake of his destruction but here were the relics of his past karma come to collect on the very earth itself.

However, just before Trunks himself could have arrived in the area to aid the people the threat had already been thwarthed quite easily by a woman in pink. Trunks could have sensed the individual from where he flew..and the power of this mystery person was vast, something along the lines he’s never seen before..however, once he arrived he discovered people scrambling about the area in pure terror, it would make one think the androids were coming back.

Though Trunks were confused..they all ran screaming ‘MONSTER.’ or ‘She’s a MONSTER!’ whilst running. “Hey…excuse me..HEEY.” Trunks spoke up as he tried grabbing at least ONE person’s attention but they were all too afraid, this had happened until silence finally fills the area leaving the two alone. She was saddened..and who could blame her. Trunks had spoken up, ensuring the woman that he did not see her the way the people did. “I really don’t..you helped these people and I can’t even thank you enough for that. They’ve really been through a lot. It doesn’t excuse their behavior but I just want you to understand that this doesn’t come from a place of malice.” Trunks’ own voice was soft and sincere as he extends a hand forward. “My name is Trunks by the way.” 

He extends a hand, hoping she’d take it and shake it. Though now with all of that melodrama out of the way he noticed that..she was in costume. Ha..the sight of it brought his mind back in time upon days he would spend with his late mentor.

continue from here / @particlecreator

[csmistcres]

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 / @thegrandharveyspecter / 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰

❝  harvey . . . ❞ the red head approached her husband in his office. ❝  promise me that we are done with all of the lies, fraud and illegal stuff. i want Seattle to be a new beginning for us. and maybe our future family . . . if it is in the cards for us. ❞

[skullfnged]

the young vampire watched from the shadows of the trees. the best place to perch and blink into the night. it was his first time out of california in a long while and the first time he was actually alone. the sole survivor of his coven. chestnut colored doe eyes watched @godpyre with such wonder. this being in front of him... he held himself more than a mere human. and marko had never met another vampire outside his found family. he questioned for decades if they were the only ones. he had been stalking this one for the last few blocks down - finding him his target for the night but... something felt off.

jumping down from the tree finally ( the sound of chains clattering together came from him ) , he found himself in front of the other. the young vampire began sniffing like he was some damn dog , circling the other. "you don't smell like a human." his voice was low - deadly but full of intrigue. the dirty white crop top underneath the colorful jacket was already covered in blood - old and new. a spot near his heart more prominent than others. those damn hunters missed his heart -- unfortunate for them.

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[mvrtogg]

@black-pearls-captain gets a mini-starter!

Murtogg and Mullroy were both sitting on the Interceptor along with their prisoner who called himself Smith. "So you're telling us, you had three of them. At the same time? How is that even possible?" His eyes squinted, that couldn't be possible. Could it? Three of them. At the same time? Mullroy shook his head "It's not possible, he couldn't have three of them at the same time." It was at this pointed, Murtogg cocked a brow to Smith. He oddly enough believed him, but the question was how?

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

[wastelandsrecede]

Toxic

@hostiae

Louis stood before Lestat.

"I was toxic."

Louis was ashamed of himself. Ashamed of the monster he realized he truly was with Daniel's interview. Toxic to Lestat. Toxic to Armand. Toxic to Claudia even. He was not a good person. He was mentally ill perhaps. Maybe a similar affliction to what had plagued Paul.

"I was toxic and I was to apologize..."

He's distracted though, by the sound of mortals in the other room, playing instruments, practicing.

"Lestat, isn't this a bit much? I mean, my interview was suicidal but this? This is full on suicide. Are you really going to go through with it? With being the big rock star?"

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[gamblins]

~ unprompted - its sinday / always accepting

@xluciifer sent - There was something about a man with wings that just did something for Lucifer. Was it his influence from Heaven? The fact that he had his own? Or that wings were varied so much yet they were so beautiful in their array? Something must've been in the air because he couldn't help himself once the King was near. He pounced. Black claws were quick to lace around the feline's wrists, pinning them to the wall behind them, making it so Husk's wings couldn't do a thing but sprawl behind him. Gorgeous in their display, Lucifer amped to change positions, shifting bodies to press against, as hands held his wrists captive behind the once Overlord's back. His body rubbed against the front of pants with his own as he teased his tongue access at his lip, asking to map out the insides of his mouth.

it wasn't like husk to resist temptations. not when it comes to him being so touch starved. he as his fault after all once stripped from his title he was cold turkey. as a cat he was always aware of surrounding but today it he wasn't aware that the king of hell himself pounced on him. husk was unable to move, wrists were held above head and body was pinned against wall. wings twitched, unable to move them as well. " wh- " breaths were heavy, as a soft groan escaped lips the pressure against body. tails wrapped around lucifer's leg tightly. gasping giving the kind access to map the inside of mouth. " fuck . " he wasn't submissive . . . or many he hasn't explored enough to find out. " lucifer . . . " hands wishing to be untighten, the need to, touch to feel.