#LOOL AT HIM

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Idk about y’all but teary-eyed Lucifer is EVERYTHING TO ME

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

do you even remember the lives that you threw away like trash

continuation of this

[maaarshieee]

OMHDHFYWOFUIFUWUDD SCREAMING

Gasps, omg hi 🤭🤭

Mayhaps... Request?? Hehe... Idea from that previous dottore post... Reader does something very cliche+romantic to dottore for shits and giggles, expecting him to like. Not react at all or walk away,, but reader did not expect him to be... Hella flustered 🤭 like dottore.exe has stopped working HSHDGSJGS

You can ignore this if you'd like, hope you have a nice day/night!!

Also can't help but notice the similar blog theme and dottore obsession we have...

AWFULLY CLICHE, YET MY HEART STILL BEATS FOR YOU... (W/ DOTTORE, CW: BLOOD AND CORPSE MENTION!)

GENERAL WARNING: dotdot, dottie, il dottore shenanigans!

IL DOTTORE sits around in his laboratory's steel chair, scapel at hand, reluctantly waiting for you. the experiment didn't go well. he looks at his bloody hands, disappointed. you did not arrive in time with the supplies necessary.

he failed because you did not bring the supplies. he was patient yet you failed him, he was seething.

the metal door opened, your familiar form stepping inside the room. you were awfully cheery for someone two second away from becoming his next test subject. he looked at you, you were holding a basket. a quaint little basket, a handmade picnic basket in fact. unless you managed to fit the very heavy machinery inside a picnic basket, you were doomed.

what surprised him whatsoever is when you opened a side of your basket, bringing out a checkered red and white blanket and laid it on the cold hard floor, avoiding the corpse currently meters away from you. you carefully slipped out a set of matching decorated china tea cups and cutlery. the pastries you laid out on the little china plates looked cute but-

"you still did not bring the supplies," IL DOTTORE sighed, "i have told you time and time again, we need to finish this project by next week."

you knew that, the tsaritsa was a demanding force, yet you always made sure you had your own share of fun. by extension that also meant he was forced to go along with whatever activity you had in store for the day.

"i know dottie," you grinned, meticulously pouring some of the tea into your teacup, "i already turned in the project you see, i worked on it alone and pretty much finished it results and all."

IL DOTTORE scowled, how come you kept this from him. he geniunely thought you trusted him.

"sorry doc, i know you were angry and pretty stressed so i organized this tea party for you. i settled things out so no work for the rest of the day!", you cheered, but in fact he did not feel any better. but alas, there was no reason not to enjoy the meal. sitting down, he took the teacup and filled it up, steam billowing from the hot liquid being poured.

he raised his cup to his mouth, but you prevented him from doing so, cupping his face gently, your arms entangled with his preventing any movement. he felt his heart squeeze, there it was again, that horrid feeling.

"now, now ZANDIK," you brought out your handkerchief, patting his cheeks ever so gently, wiping the fresh blood out of his face, "we can't have a proper picnic without cleaning up, can we?"

his face was burning, his heart beating loudly in his ear. you took off his mask, revealing his scarred skin underneath. you looked at him with kind eyes that made him melt, holding him like as if he was made of precious china set. he felt... warm. he felt safe within your arms.

you pressed your lips near his ear, your voice a faint whisper, "there. now we can see eye to eye."

ZANDIK swore to hate you, after all you were childish and strange. but if you were to continue holding him like that, he might just his pride go.

[choccy-milky]

SHUT UP ABOUT THE DARK ARTS 👊💥

[hellomayu]

midnight detours

[bg3storage]

✿ views from the tiefling party ✿

[grogumaximus]

Sim racing commentator AO3 author Luke Crane about Max Verstappen:

☑ sweat kink ☑ small d!ck max ☑ mpreg

[fenori]

phel and alune 🩵🩷🌖

[lobot0mmy]

They staring. Frank looks like he had no other shirt to wear and Mikey came from buying groceries at 3 am

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

castiel, 4x01 lazarus rising / 10x18 book of the damned

[mr-not-null]

[eyeofthenewt1]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

manthings have various diets

if u want more of this specific dynamic check the tag, miss D and her manthing

[fairyhaos]

HELLO????????? GUYS??????????? MY BELOVED?????.??.??

[celebritybuddytrolling]

little man on the brain

[princes-favorite-guard]

F R A N K 👹