#Lucifer Palmer

[johnnycagesrightnut]

I just know the first time someone accidentally called Lucifer Palmer ‘Mason’ after MJ died he locked himself in his room and bawled his eyes out

[mlm-writer]

The Sorcerer Supreme, the Devil and Six Men (M!Reader x Multi)

Pairing: Cis!M!Bottom!Reader x Ray Palmer (LoT), Dick Grayson (my version), Peter Parker (TASM), Skurge (MCU), James T. Kirk (AOS), Lucifer (Lucifer) & Chris Smith (Peacemaker) Rating: Explicit Words: 2066 POV: Second Summary: Uhhh gangbang to save the multiverse and reader is Sorcerer Supreme of his universe. Note: Something I kept from last kinktober to really sit down for it. Tags: Multiverse gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, light cumplay, blowjobs, double penetration, spitroasting, anal fingering, handjobs and some grinding.

Even if you would explain how you got yourself into this situation, you doubted anyone would believe you. You clenched your hands in the silken sheets below you, when Lucifer added a third finger to your hole. He stilled them inside you and ran a hand down your bare back. “Relax, my darling, I need to have you properly prepared for when our guests arrive.” You huffed and folded your arms in front of you so you could rest your forehead on them. 

“If you ask me, it’s pretty pathetic that the devil himself cannot give me enough sexual energy to save the multiverse,” you quipped, before shifting a little. Your cock was leaking all over the pillow Lucifer put under your hips. Lucifer chuckled and curled his fingers inside you. “Hey! No cheating!” You cried out as he rubbed that spot he had gotten to know all too well. You never should’ve started a situationship with the devil, but frankly being the sorcerer supreme from a universe where jackshit happened could be very boring. 

Just as Lucifer was about to make another smartass comment, a portal opened in front of you. You wanted to cover yourself, but Lucifer was ahead of you, draping a thin blanket over you below the waist, before sitting up on the bed. First to come through was Skurge, donned in his full armour. “Behold! The Sausage Party!” He announced, before extending his arm. Coming through were four familiar faces and one boy-scout looking man. His whole body language screamed ‘I am highly uncomfortable.’ 

“So which one of you do we need to stuff full of cum?” You lifted your head and snickered at the blunt question. Even though this Chris Smith was not from your universe, he had the exact same mannerisms and almost the same funny outfit as the one you knew in high school. Here was to hoping he could fuck like the Chris you knew as well. 

The other guys looked embarrassed at the question, with one of them even slapping Chris' arm. Even with his mask on, you recognised the face of the one who got away anywhere. You had always wished Dick Grayson and you had lasted, but the situation back then did not allow for it. Lucifer probably knew that, hence why his alter was standing before you now, clad in a tight suit that left little to the imagination, as he reprimanded Chris for his bluntness. If he was anything like your Chris, that slap did nothing to correct his behaviour. 

“As far as the gentleman explained, you should know everyone but me,” the boy-scout looking man said as he walked closer. His face was flushed, eyes avoiding yours. You took the hand he offered and shook it. “Ray Palmer,” he introduced himself. You studied his face, noting the pale skin that turned red so easily, the dreamy brown eyes and pullable-looking chestnut hair. 

He tried to take his hand back, but you held onto it. “And why are you here mister Palmer?” You questioned, fingers rubbing over his skin. From this close you could see his cute features in more detail. He looked around nervously and then muttered something under his breath. “When you’re in the presence of the Sorcerer Supreme, you should really speak up,” you teased him. 

“Yessir, I’m sorry uh…” You took mercy on him and let go of his hand. He straightened his back and looked around the room again. The portal he had come through was no more; he had nowhere to go. “You see it started with…” 

“He is the cause of all this, now let’s move on, before the multiverse is literally torn apart, shall we?” Lucifer interrupted. 

“Let’s commence!” Skurge shouted. Somehow he managed to get all his armour off without you noticing him undressing, his heavy cock hanging between his legs and swinging with each step he took towards you. Ray took a step aside, face red like a tomato. You reached out for Skurge’s thick cock and guided it towards your mouth. You looked over at Ray as you sloppily started licking and sucking on Skurge’s tip. When your eyes met, you gave the pale man a flirty wink.

Skurge was very vocal, praising you for your skill with comical lines that made sucking him off harder. You then felt warm hands at the edge of the blanket that was pooling at your waist. You looked over your shoulder right into bright blue eyes and a dashing smile. Oh you and James T. Kirk had your adventures in college. “May I?” He whispered, leaning close to tease your lips with his. The brief brush was enough to make you want him all over again.  

You let out a soft sigh before turning your head back around to suck Skurge off. “Do whatever you want to me, Jimmy boy,” you spoke breathlessly, before trying to take more than just the tip in your mouth. You heard Lucifer offer Jim some lube, after he had slowly dragged the fabric off your body. Jim put his cock between your cheeks, rubbing his slick cock between them and over your hole. 

You lifted your head off Skurge’s cock. You kept jerking him off as you turned your head to the side. You saw Dick Grayson on his knees, suit open a little so he could stroke his thick cock, while sucking off Peter Parker. “Hey Grayson! If you want to save the multiverse, his cum should be mine,” you scolded him. 

Dick chuckled, even when Chris shoved his cock in his face to get a turn too. “Just warming them up for you, sweetheart, don’t fret,” the man replied, before trying to deepthroat Chris’ huge meat. You rolled your eyes and went back to trying to do the same to Skurge. He stretched your throat, while Jim teased your hole. You heard Lucifer giving that Ray Palmer a warm-up, but Skurge was grabbing your head and using it like a fleshlight, so you could not watch. He held you down, cumming deep down your throat. You swallowed it all. 

You gasped when Skurge pulled out. You only got two breaths in, before Jim pushed deep inside you. You moaned, the sound growing louder when Chris grabbed your hair and tilted your head back. You stuck your tongue out as Chris stroked his cock right above you. Dick must have warmed him up good, because Jim did not even get to speed up, before Chris was spilling his load directly onto your waiting tongue. “Don’t swallow yet,” Dick told you as he shoved Chris to the side. A few seconds later, Dick’s load joined Chris’ in your mouth. Before you could swallow it, Peter was stroking himself in front of your face too. His hair was dishevelled and he looked down at you with reverence.  

You struggled with breathing as your mouth was full of cum and your ass full of Jim’s dick. You almost choked on the cum, when you felt a finger join Jim’s cock in your ass. “Lucifer, please, it’s tight enough,” Jim groaned as he continued fucking you at a leisurely pace. He was no longer being slow for your comfort, but he also wasn’t pounding you yet. 

“Get used to it, captain. Doctor Palmer would love to join you,” Lucifer mused. You whined, not sure if you dreaded having two cock in your ass or if you needed it on a spiritual level. Dick put his hand over your mouth, before telling you to swallow. It was hard with the way your body rocked and how aware you were of the cocks that just shot their load in your mouth but were still rock hard. 

Once your mouth was empty, Dick bent down and kissed you. You moaned into his mouth as Jim's cock and Lucifer's fingers were stretching out your ass. When Dick pulled away, you protested, but then a hand rested on your throat. "Just say stop if you want me to," Dick whispered in that soft, husky tone that made your cock weep. His fingers found their place and he pressed down, limiting the blood your brain was getting. 

Things got a little blurry from there. You tumbled into subspace, everything hazy and pleasurable and amazing. As if you were under a spell, your body relaxed and before you knew it, you were on your back, lying on top of Jim, while Ray's cute face hovered above you, both their cock stretching your ass open. Dick was beside you, hand on your throat and stroking Skurge with his free hand. Hands were all over you, one of them belonging to the devil scooping your cum off your stomach and massaging it into the flushed skin of your cock. 

Ray did not last long. Your hole was too tight for two cocks and when Lucifer used your cum to stick a finger inside him, it was over for the boy-scout. Through the haze of pleasure, you heard him shout. You mewled as Chris was being especially rough with your nipples, pulling and pinching. After Ray pulled out - spent - Lucifer joined Jim inside you. 

You gasped at the stretch, not knowing whose cock entered your mouth as soon as it was wide open. It didn’t matter. Your ass was stretched to the limit. Your throat was full of cock as well and you still felt the gentle pressure right below your jaw. You didn’t stand a chance against another orgasm coming over you like a wave crashing on the shore. To make matters worse, a pair of lips wrapped themselves around the tip of your cock, sucking the cum out of you and not letting go until you were crying from overstimulation. 

The cock in your throat spilled more cum inside you, before pulling out. You then saw it was Peter all along. You wouldn’t have guessed by how innocent he looked right after violating your oesophagus. You could not dwell on that thought. Dick came into your line of vision and his hand moved from your throat to your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. He spit your cum onto your tongue, then commanded you to swallow it. 

You were no longer capable of thought, swallowing any cum that landed in your mouth, even Jim’s, who bred your hole and right after put you in Lucifer’s lap so he could fuck your throat, giving you a good taste of your own ass and the mixture of cum that was in there right now. You lost track of who was releasing their load when and how often in which hole; it didn’t matter. 

By the time the men were spent, your cock was limp and incapable of getting hard again for a long time. The haze of pleasure slowly cleared from your brain as Skurge forcibly removed Chris from the premises and back into his own universe. You scrunched your face, then looked up at who was holding you like a baby. Bright blue eyes and a gentle smile looked down at you. You smiled back and leaned your head against Jim’s shoulder. “How do you feel?” Jim almost whispered. You looked around, noticing how almost everyone looked like they ran a marathon naked. Dick gave you a dopey smile from where he sat on the floor sipping on a bottle of water. Ray was the only one wearing underwear, which you noticed when he came up to you to offer you a bottle as well. You thanked him and took it. You moved off Jim and sat up, so you would not spill it everywhere. 

When the exhaustion settled, Lucifer approached you in full suit with an outstretched hand. “Shall we?” He offered with his signature smile. You handed Jim the bottle and gave a nod. You stood up, feeling cum dripping down your legs, but also the energy you have been given coursing through your chakras. 

“Let’s end this,” you spoke with determination, before you took the devil’s hand. A portal opened in front of you. A skimpy outfit that barely covered you up and definitely did not hide the cum stains drying on your body materialised on you. One last deep breath and Lucifer led you through the portal to your destiny. Let’s see what the sexual energy of the sorcerer supreme, the devil and six men could do.

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[multi-muse-transect]

Hazbin 2077 AU

Basically an AU where Cyberpunk and Hazbin are in the same universe and how the characters would look like if they were sinners.

V: Basically a grey anthropomorphic wolf and if they defeat and kill enough sinners they would most likely be like Alastor.

Jackie Welles: A Minotaur since he was bulked in life and in death. He was mad at first but like what Padre said-he left satisfied.

Johnny: Anthropomorphic goat in reference to the goat tattoo he ordered from that fixer. He still rocks with Kerry.

Adam Smasher: Literally the Dark Lord from Doom Eternal and is Vox’s enforcer. Borged up maniac in life and borged up maniac in death.

Panam: Maybe an anthropomorphic coyote or Jackalope cause she’s a Nomad and Nomad’s stick to the desert most of the time.

Judy: An anthropomorphic rabbit girl. The reason why rabbit cause they’re a symbol of innocence and while Judy was kind and followed the rules, it was all for nothing and she made the workers of Clouds’s lives worse.

Evelyn Parker: I can’t help but imagine she’d look like Catra from She Ra.

River: I’m thinking maybe an anthropomorphic German Shepherd or Bloodhound cause detective.

Kerry: I feel it would be like Mrs. Mayberry as in he looks like himself but just demonic looking and is a huge fan of Fizzaroli.

Song So Mi: Anthropomorphic bird with red eyes and can manipulate technology around her with powers that can give Vox a seizure. She also can summon wings made of rogue AI’s beyond the Blackwall and can create stuff from said rogue AI’s similar to the main character from Infamous Second Sun.

Takemura: I’m thinking perhaps he’s an anthropomorphic cat as a reference to the Bakaneko. Also he probably still has his cyberware.

Rogue: Anthropomorphic fox since she’s clever and cunning. She wasn’t surprised she went to Hell but still continued being a fixer.

Solomon Reed: Anthropomorphic wolf like V or jackal for that matter. Is most likely working for Lucifer now as his eyes when it comes to Hell or is now an assassin for hire.

Alex: Anthropomorphic chameleon and is an actress thanks to Vox but she hates working for him.

Kurt Hansen: Looks similar to Asmodeus or anthropomorphic dragon wearing his old outfit when he died and is a rival arms dealer to Carmilla.

Maine: Maybe looking like his old self and his cyberware but now has gray skin that has ash on it in reference to the explosion. He wasn’t surprised that he went to Hell after going cyber psycho and getting Dorio killed while endangering others.

Rebecca: Anthropomorphic raccoon ecause they tend to be sassy most of the time. She was beyond pissed that she went to Hell.

David: A cheetah since they run very fast in reference to his Sandevistan. Most likely built his pre chromed self or looks like his chromed self.

Pilar: Looks like himself but demonic.

Dorio: Anthropomorphic bear or looks like herself but with gunshot wounds now. Like Maine, she wasn’t surprised that she ended up in Hell.

[avatarskywalker78]

OC International Womens Day Challenge Day Two - Girls Love Each Other Like Animals

“We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys”. Today is all about female relationships! Which women held your OC together in times of need? Who loved her when she needed it most? Was it, her mother, friends, partners? Or even a girl she met in the bathroom who fixed her makeup and told her not to get back with their ex.

It was the unlikeliest of friendships - a twenty-one-year-old newly minted speedster and a three-thousand-year-old Nephilim on a whole other Earth who also happened to be the niece of Lucifer Morningstar. But when Brianna Thawne's first major attempt at seeing just how far she could push her powers ended up landing her on Earth-666, not just on a different Earth but a different time, she ends up befriending Ruth Fremont, who is no stranger to interdimensional travellers (though the time travel, she admits, isn't something she's used to).

And this turned out to be a good thing, as a threat made itself known - Dagon, a Prince of Hell with ambitions for the throne who planned to destroy Los Angeles as the first major step. The two women team-up to bring him down and the crisis eventually ends when Brianna challenges him to single combat and beheads him, earning the fear of the lower demons, a favour from Lucifer (as of yet still not cashed in) - and eternal friendship from Ruth. They've kept in contact since, often visiting each others' worlds when they can, and they are as close as sisters, always prepared to help one another if needed and with a strong love for one another. Ruth, in particular, is protective of Brianna, and is prepared to defend her if she is let down by a third team (the Legends).

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @negative-speedforce

[jasperarsonaurelia]

Evelyn, to an injured Van : *pulling ducktape* trust me, this stuffs amazing 

[asongoftearsandfandoms]

Gimme the angst boys, and free my soul

I wanna see you get lost while achieving your goal

And feel your pain

when you love a fictional character so much that your chest hurts when you think about them. yeah.

[swordandscytheandpen]

Wild H:TP speculation time

Ross. Leman Russ expy, of course, which strongly hints toward Werewolf. That's further supported by how he seemed motivated by Bennings, who absolutely reeked of Wyrm. What's he doing working with Palmer rather than with a pack? Unclear. Has to do with his history with Big D, perhaps. Maybe he's a Black Spiral Dancer ("the Earth will choke on him") although one wonders why he's at odds with Bennings in that case.

Blair. People are debating Fomor, and admittedly that's not a thing I know a lot about. From what I understand it seems like a reasonable guess, though; Blair seems single-minded enough for it.

Palmer. This one's weird. A lot of people are saying Technocracy or Pentex, and... yeah, I can see those. Especially Pentex. But I'm getting tripped up by the "Your father speaks to my father" line. Feels like there's a double meaning there. In fact, it makes me wonder if Palmer's a demon. Kevin's "father" being Caine and Palmer's being Lucifer. (or possibly God.) Being a demon would explain the weird phone magic without having to get the Technocracy involved.

So, tentative synthesis: Bennings was an agent of Pentex that turned against the organization somehow. Stole the lantern, maybe, though for what reason I don't understand. Palmer is a demon in the employ of Pentex, and has some kind of agreement with Ross, a Black Spiral Dancer, to pursue the Wyrm's goals. OR, similar scenario, but Palmer is the one initiating the internal conflict to acquire the lantern for his own ends. I see that as less likely because it downplays Bennings's importance, and he clearly meant something to Ross.

[sexyman-contest-2025]

Full list of candidates for the Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2025 Round 1:

Wheatley

Red guy

Discord

Bill Cypher

Sans

The Onceler

Cecil Palmer

Raymond

King Dice

Jax

Purple Guy (Afton)

Simon Petrikov

Alastor

Jack Skellington

Snape

Spamton

Reigen Arataka

Professor Venomous

Almond Cookie

Megamind

Lewis Pepper

Tony the talking clock

Black Hat

Slenderman

Guzma

Turbo

Bruno Madrigal

The Warden

Loki

Beetlejuice

Herobrine

Benrey

Junkrat

Shadow the hedgehog

Doc Ock

Komaeda

Nick Wilde

Luigi Mangione

Ingo

Curly

Rick Sanchez

Wally Darling

Tony the Tiger

Gummigoo

Flesh Hat

Denzel Crocker

Perry the Platypus

Waluigi

Agent Stone

Doctor Who

Geico Gecko

Jack Frost

Goob

Lucifer

Stanford Pines

The Imposter

Jack Box

Michael Shelley

Kovu

Stanley Pines

The Man in the yellow hat

Victor

Sherlock Holmes

Bendy

[zahri-melitor]

A list of DC characters that it is actually important to be able to tell apart, but half the time people forget:-

Plastic Man and Elastic Man: Eel O'Brien is the red one who turns into weird shapes and cracks jokes; Ralph Dibney is the purple one who is a detective who adores his wife.

Atom and Captain Atom: Ray Palmer is the one who shrinks down and does science; Nathaniel Adam is the nuclear explosions guy who's part of the military.

Jason Blood and Jason Bard and Jason Todd: Blood is the host to Etrigan and a demonologist; Bard is a private detective who's an ex-cop; Todd is an ex-Robin and current Red Hood. Both Blood and Todd have white streaks in their hair. They all live in Gotham.

Manhunter and Martian Manhunter: the Manhunters are about 6 different human characters, with little overlap in costumes or aims (they all like killing people who evade justice though); J'onn is a Green Martian who reads minds.

Doctor Light (good) and Doctor Light (bad): Kimiyo Hoshi is a superhero who does hard light projections; Arthur Light's a supervillain who got mindwiped by the JL to the point of stupidity. (I've skipped disambiguing other legacy names but this one is kinda important).

Azrael and Azazel: JPV and the other Azraels are human warriors controlled/brainwashed by Order of St Dumas; Azazel is a Sandman fallen angel hanging out with Lucifer.

This is brought to you by someone saying "Captain Atom is a fascist!" and me squinting and going...Ray Palmer??? Is a fascist? But no.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Lisa has several appearances, and Lu is absolutely smitten with her. She is ruthless in turning him down which makes him even more delighted. Every time she exits the scene, he sighs with his hand on his chest and sags against the nearest solid surface. This is often Mick.

There is a Will They/Won't They vibe throughout the entire first season, except it is with the entire team, not just a single pairing.

While facing the League of Assassins, they rescue Jason Todd. His story is the exact same as the comics. Batman is never mentioned, however. There is maybe a hint to living in a manor as a kid. He immediately decides Len is his new dad.

Len's. Queerness. Is. Canon. There is a storyline involving an old boyfriend of his.

Mick's nickname for Lucifer is Angel.

While drunk, Constantine casts a spell that becomes The Musical Episode. The episode involves them trying to figure out why everyone is singing and dancing and they only find out near the end that it was because of John. Ray is over the moon the entire time.

During a crossover event, Barry freaks out when he sees Len. Mick walks behind him with a beer, burps, and says "Oh. Yeah. He got better. Did we forget to tell you?"

Ray continues to send the team on missions with nutritious packed lunches with little notes of encouragement in them. He is proud of his position as Team Mom and Housewife. More than once he appears in an apron.

It's never entirely clear exactly what Len 'is' after he's been brought back to life. The theories range from 'Reanimated corpse' to 'Literal ghost' Ray points out the ghost possibility at the end of the first episode because he hasn't seen Len touch anything. Len punches him in the arm. "Felt that, didn't you?"

In my new Arrowverse spin off........

Ray Palmer, Mick Rory, Leonard Snart, John Constantine and Lucifer all have to work together to stop the apocalyse.

Things that happen during the season are:

Between the heat puns, hell puns and cold puns Ray realizes he makes the most sense.

Leonard likes to tell all the bad guys “When hell freezes over” and Lucifer likes to remind him that its not his place to decide such things.

Constantine and Lucifer try and make Ray choose who has the better accent and worse father.

Ray invents a cure for hangovers which he feels is more useful than his anti magic gun!

Ray gets kidnapped at least 5 times and the team now take turns pairing up with him cause demons just can’t get enough of Ray of Sunshine Palmer.

They save the world by having an orgy.

Its called Dc’s Its Hot in Here so Take off All Your Clothes.

Anyone want to add some more plot points?

[onesidedradiostatic]

Vox canonically having fans while Alastor and Lucifer don't kinda make a bit of sense. Neither Alastor nor Lucifer have been seen in years, what with Aladtor disappearing for 7 years and Lucifer being a shut in. On top of that, seeing Alastor in person and recognizing him as such was probably a rarity since his medium is nonvisual in nature. So unless there's some sort of Naruto-esque Bingo Book with a list of all the major overlords out there, there's no reason for anyone to even know what Alastor looks like

anon it's funny you say this because I have earlier posts talking about random sinners who never met alastor misinterpreting how he looks based on vox's shitty drawing alone. characters without canon appearance have appeal too you know? alastor could still have a fanbase from that. also there is something appealing about just a voice you know. cecil gershwin palmer is not a sexyman for no reason.

I mean I do agree it makes the most sense for only vox to have fans but also. don't underestimate the power of a voice. alastor may have been gone for 7 years but the entirety of stayed gone still happened publicly. those sinners heard his voice, they saw the shitty drawing vox did. he could still have a fanbase based on that

[johnnycagesrightnut]

Biblically accurate Lucifer Palmer

[eddieisashifter]

⚔︎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐖 ⚔︎ — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇱​​🇪​​🇬​​🇪​​🇳​​🇩​​🇧​​🇴​​🇷​​🇳​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾

❝ The Line of Mordred isn't just an inheritance, it is a burden that we must carry. The Spell of Eternity was cast before Mordred betrayed the Order of the Round Table and allied with the Shadowborn king, Arawn. We, as his descendants, are forever tainted by his choice.❞

❝ You, as his Scion, wield the burden like a weapon. Each of his Called wield it differently, you must find your own way. The Line of Mordred is tainted, but you even more than your ancestors. The Order and your King rely on you, more than they know, do not disappoint them.❞

⋆༺𓆩🗡𓆪༻⋆ ・he's the talk of the southern chapel. the scion of mordred here in north carolina? he transferred from the university of glasglow to the university of north carolina for seemingly no reason. rumor says his line is cursed, tainted by shadowborn magic generations ago. some say that he can wield aether better than a merlin!

transferring to unc was definitely not my idea. however, whispers rise that camlann is on it's way—the legendary battle between the order of the round table and the shadowborn court that we legendborn are practically raised for to fight. and with war brimming on the horizon, it's far too dangerous for the scions to be scattered. so, to north carolina I go.

however, my family is hiding a big secret. one that could ruin us. i'm a cambion—son of one of the demons we're raised to fight against. and not just any demon, a nightshade, the former high-ranking servants of the shadow king's court. if it got out that the scion of mordred was the son of the enemy? my life as it is would be as good as gone.

to make things worse, my time at unc isn't quite rainbows and sunshine. unfortunately, protecting the scion of arthur means I have to actually interact with him, and nick davis and I can't quite see eye to eye. he's dismissive of his destiny as the once and future king of the round table—an honor my family has fought tooth and nail for a fraction of.

if there's an upside to constantly fighting with nick, it's our little tussles being broken up by his frustratingly attractive kingsmage, selwyn kane. the merlin is anything but friendly—his demeanor about as approachable as a cactus with teeth. but, there's just something about him.

no, no. absolutely not. there's literal war on the horizon. I don't have time for boys.

𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 "𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄" 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 he/they transmasc non-binary 🏴󠁧��󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 18 years queer

androgynous fashion. dark curls. eyeliner sharper than his sword. royal purple button downs. thin smirks. sensible chuckles. golden rings on thin fingers. manicured nails. looks that could kill. black turtlenecks. loose wrist gestures. arched eyebrows. witty retorts. king without a crown. unapproachable aura. gothic novels.

now playing.... mordred's lullaby — heather dale 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:17 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in the line of mordred queue;

get out the way — mother mother playing god — paramore king — the amazing devil the hand that feeds — the crane wives runs in the family — amanda palmer gilded lily — cults demons — imagine dragons

divider cred: sister-lucifer ⋆༺𓆩🗡𓆪༻⋆

inspired a little by this post by the lovely @viperrshifts !!

[tw33k-tucker]

Doodle requests are open‼️

The series characters I can draw the best(In order) are:

South Park, Eddsworld, Creepypasta, n' SMG4

Just a some things about me(changes/updates so much)

Fictionkin of:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Stan Marsh (South Park)

Mickey (Bobs Burgers)

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon (TWD) (I'm 99% sure I am a Fictionkin of him👍)

Gregory House (House M.D.)

Lucifer

Vox

Husk

Angel Dust (Hazbin hotel)

Sniper

Medic {Pls, istg I'm not insane anymore, I swear😭} (TF2)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Shadow ( Sonic, but not sure which specific Sonic yet)

Questioning 2

+ I have also found out I am a fictionflicker, so if there's some kins I have that aren't on the list above that's why👍 I do have a few recurring fictionflickers though, Such as:

Hunter (TOH)

Michael Afton (FNAF)

Crying Child/BV/Evan Afton (FNAF 4)

Tom (Eddsworld)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

SMG3 + Mr Puzzles (SMG4)

Ticci Toby

BEN Drowned + Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Scout/Jeremy(TF2)

Louise (Bobs Burgers)

Therian but not completely comfortable to reveal some of my Theriotypes, but the ones I'm fine with revealing are a Border Collie, Island Fox, Clouded leopard, Red Panda, Some kind of Shark, Bi Color german shepherd, and an Opossum.

Current Shifts/Kinfeels:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Scout/Jeremy

Ticci Toby

He/Him (Trans FTM/Masc)

Minor !! (I'm changing it to minor cause I only want the people close to me/my mutuals to know my age, sorry if its weird or smthn!!!)

Christan (but excepts any religion)

Favorite Animal is Guinea pigs

2nd favorite drink is coffee (My #1 favorite drink is water cause I need it to survive)

Top 5 Favorite songs:

1st: Runs in the family - Amanda Palmer

2nd: Life - Mother Mother

3rd: Animals - STOMACH BOOK

4th: Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

5th: Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast In America - Gym Class Heros

(it was top 10 before, but I'm to lazy for that crap)

A few last random shit facts 'bout me + some random things

I am very scared of alarms(Like, fire alarms)

I have Trypophobia aka fear of holes(it's very bad)

I have a love hate relationship with insects

I'm AroAce but I still want a romantic relationship and Bi

Wolverine is my all-time favorite hero(I don't care that he's technically an anti-hero/also an X-Men, he's the best)

Black and Red are my favorite colors

HTTYD is my favorite movie series

I love Scooby Doo(Especially Mystery Incorporated)

I am a mix of Introverted and Extroverted

I swear I wanna cry when stuff I've been waiting for is altered(Don't ask, I have no idea why)

I have anxiety

I freak out VERY easily

Salamanders are so cool istg

I have sensitive ears so I hate loud noises(I think I'm just a wimp)

I was in a car crash when I was 8(Luckily me and my dad were fine)

I like Diary of a wimpy kid

I have an older brother that I fight with(Imagine Rodrick and Greg's rivalry)

Some noises also make me want to bawl my eyes out(Also don't ask why, I seriously don't know)

I will 'kill' you if you look in my sketchbook(I swear you do not wanna see it, like really, you do NOT)

I have social anxiety👍

I'm seriously fucked up in the brain

I have asthma

I have OCD and BPD

And also i've decided to make tags because it is so annoying trying to find certain posts. So: the art tag is #Tw33k Draws the ask tag is #Tw33ks asks and I also use #Tw33k Rambles when I'm just talking and then as well theres just the #Shitpost tag on the posts I post that have words or images that isn't art, I also #Tw33k Rants, I think that name is pretty self explanatory, I also don't add tags to like any of the stuff I reblog unless I'm talking in the tags

I'm horrible at spelling

And yeah, that's all I'm willing to tell

Also please don't hate me, I can't control who I am

Thanks for reading

Random Icons :D

Okay! One last thing, sense I have started the Zombie Park series, you can ask them questions about litterly ANYTHING some stuff they might not be allowed to answer at the moment like some stuff that'll happen in the future, but if you have any questions about the AU feel free to ask

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There Is No Safe Word (Part 2 of 10)

(Source) (Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Prewarning)

Neil Gaiman in 2002. Photo: Getty.

Editor’s note: This story contains content that readers may find disturbing, including graphic allegations of sexual assault & child abuse.

In The Sandman, the DC comic-book series that ran from 1989 to 1996 and made Gaiman famous, he tells a story about a writer named Richard Madoc. After Madoc’s first book proves a success, he sits down to write his second and finds that he can’t come up with a single decent idea. This difficulty recedes after he accepts an unusual gift from an older author: a naked woman, of a kind, who has been kept locked in a room in his house for 60 years. She is Calliope, the youngest of the Nine Muses. Madoc rapes her, again and again, and his career blossoms in the most extraordinary way. A stylish young beauty tells him how much she loved his characterization of a strong female character, prompting him to remark, “Actually, I do tend to regard myself as a feminist writer.” His downfall comes only when the titular hero, the Sandman, also known as the Prince of Stories, frees Calliope from bondage. A being of boundless charisma and creativity, the Sandman rules the Dreaming, the realm we visit in our sleep, where “stories are spun.” Older and more powerful than the most powerful gods, he can reward us with exquisite delights or punish us with unending nightmares, depending on what he feels we deserve. To punish the rapist, the Sandman floods Madoc’s mind with such a wild torrent of ideas that he’s powerless to write them down, let alone profit from them.

As allegations of Gaiman’s sexual misconduct emerged this past summer, some observers noticed Gaiman and Madoc have certain things in common. Like Madoc, Gaiman has called himself a feminist. Like Madoc, Gaiman has racked up major awards (for Gaiman, awards in science fiction and fantasy as well as dozens of prizes for contemporary novels, short stories, poetry, television, and film, helping make him, according to several sources, a millionaire many times over). And like Madoc, Gaiman has come to be seen as a figure who transcended, and transformed, the genres in which he wrote: first comics, then fantasy and children’s literature. But for most of his career, readers identified him not with the rapist, who shows up in a single issue, but with the Sandman, the inexhaustible fountain of story.

Neil Gaiman with estranged wife Amanda Palmer in 2010. Photo: Getty.

One of Gaiman’s greatest gifts as a story-teller was his voice, a warm and gentle instrument that he’d tuned through elocution lessons as a boy in East Grinstead, 30 miles south of London. In America, people mistakenly assumed he was an English gentleman. “He spoke very slowly, in a hypnotic way,” says one of his former students at the fantasy-writing workshop Clarion. He wrote that way, too, with rhythm and restraint, lulling you into a trance in the way that a bard might have done with a lyre. Another gift was his memory. He has “libraries full of books memorized,” one of his old friends tells me, noting that he could recall the page numbers of his favorite passages and recite them verbatim. His vast collection was eclectic enough to encompass both a box of comics (Spider-Man, Silver Surfer) from his boyhood and the works of Oscar Wilde he received as a gift for his bar mitzvah. For The Sandman, a forgotten DC property he had been hired to dust off and polish up, Gaiman gave the hero a makeover, replacing his green suit, fedora, and gas mask with the leather armor of an angsty goth, and surrounded him with characters drawn from the books he could pull off the shelves in his head, from timeless icons like Shakespeare and Lucifer to the obscure San Francisco eccentric Joshua Abraham Norton. Norman Mailer called it “a comic strip for intellectuals.”

Gaiman and the Sandman shared a penchant for dressing in black, a shock of unruly black hair, and an erotic power seldom possessed by authors of comic books and fantasy novels. A descendant of Polish Jewish immigrants, Gaiman had gotten his start in the ’80s as a journalist for hire in London covering Duran Duran, Lou Reed, and other brooding lords of rock, and in the world of comic conventions, he was the closest thing there was to that archetype. Women would turn up to his signings dressed in the elaborate Victorian-goth attire of his characters and beg him to sign their breasts or slip him key cards to their hotel rooms. One writer recounts running into Gaiman at a World Fantasy Convention in 2011. His assistant wasn’t around, and he was late to a reading. “I can’t get to it if I walk by myself,” he told her. As they made their way through the convention side by side, “the whole floor full of people tilted and slid toward him,” she says. “They wanted to be entwined with him in ways I was not prepared to defend him against.” A woman fell to her knees and wept.

Neil Gaiman with Henry Selick and Dakota Fanning at the Coraline premiere. Photo: Getty.

People who flock to fantasy conventions and signings make up an “inherently vulnerable community,” one of Gaiman’s former friends, a fantasy writer, tells me. They “wrap themselves around a beloved text so it becomes their self-identity,” she says. They want to share their souls with the creators of these works. “And if you have morality around it, you say ‘no.’” It was an open secret in the late ’90s and early aughts among conventiongoers that Gaiman cheated on his first wife, Mary McGrath, a private midwestern Scientologist he’d married in his early 20s. But in my conversations with Gaiman’s old friends, collaborators, and peers, nearly all of them told me that they never imagined that Gaiman’s affairs could have been anything but enthusiastically consensual. As one prominent editor in the field puts it, “The one thing I hear again and again, largely from women, is ‘He was always nice to me. He was always a gentleman.’” The writer Kelly Link, who met Gaiman at a reading in 1997, recalls finding him charmingly goofy. “He was hapless in a way that was kind of exasperating,” she says, “but also made him seem very harmless.” Someone who had a sexual relationship with Gaiman in the aughts recalls him flipping through questions fans wrote on cards at a Q&A session. Once, a fan asked if she could be his “sex slave”: “He read it aloud and said, ‘Well, no.’ He’d be very demure.”

But there were some who saw another side of the author. One woman, Brenda (a pseudonym), met Gaiman in the ’90s at a signing for The Sandman where she was working. On signing lines, Gaiman had a knack for connecting with each individual. He would ask questions, laugh, and assure them that their inability to form sentences was fine. After the Sandman signing, at a dinner attended by those who had worked the event, Gaiman sat next to Brenda. “Everyone wanted to be near him, but he was laser focused on me,” she says. A few years later, Brenda traveled to Chicago to attend the World Horror Convention, where Gaiman received the top prize for American Gods, the book that cemented him as a best-selling novelist. The night after the awards ceremony, she and Gaiman ended up in bed together. As soon as they began to hook up, the feeling that had drawn her to him — the magical spell of his interest in her individuality — vanished.“ He seemed to have a script,” she tells me. “He wanted me to call him ‘master’ immediately.” He demanded that she promise him her soul. “It was like he’d gone into this ritual that had nothing to do with me.”

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Armchair Psychology Anon here. (Not a real pysch, just see patterns)

It's so funny because I keep seeing Viv like tweets where her stans are saying "who tf keeps saying Charlie isn't the main character she had more screentime than the male ones omg get over yourselves 🙄"

That new poster has... 6 male characters. And 3 of them are women. And it's implied Vaggie is going to die and Niffty is a side character.

It's because Charlie is probably a self insert for Viv when it comes down to her father (Lucifer). She clearly loves writing father-daughter relationships and not mother-daughter ones. You could even argue that Charlie singing: "have you ever wanted something that was so clear in your mind that you could taste it?" That gives me 'Viv is literally writing about wanting to be "friends" with big name celebs, Broadway actors, to be more famous, and to get the Broadway show' she's apparently always dreamed about.

I also believe parts of Stolas are Viv's self insert (particularly him being rich and sad, and how she keeps liking tweets defending him. As if Blitz has any actual power in the situation.)

Also side note, I'm glad someone mentioned Moxxie's little speech in CHERUBS about killing a rich authoritarian capitalist. Cuz apparently Viv felt uncomfortable with that and now Fizz and Blitz are clearly defending the highly elite and rich. (Blitz isn't now, but I'm sure he will in the future like Fizz.)

But I also believe Stolas is supposed to be her dad (her admitting her father flirted with women in front of Viv and her sisters/ which by the way is NOT healthy or normal. I'm sorry Viv, but as someone who has a father who would either cry or brag to me about how many women he's fucked (both when I was a minor and an adult), it's a really a fucked up thing of your father to do. And having Stolas flirt with Blitz in front of his underage daughter so explicitly, and reading a book on "Imps in the Sheets" at the dinner table in front of her, is pretty gross too, not gonna lie.)

Moxxie's mom? Dead.

Blitz's mom? Dead.

Octavia's mom? Huge abusive bitch.

Charlie's mom? Implied to be a cold bitch.

Amanda Palmer has a great read on creativity, where when you take personal things of yours and put it in a blender. The more ingredients you use, the harder it is to see what the real stuff is and what's the fictional things.

I'd say Viv is about at a 3-4, where it's very obvious what is real in her writing and what's fake.

Goddamn, what did Viv's mother do to her to make her hate her?

Like, okay I understand that writing is difficult when you feel like you're lying. I find it very difficult to write any healthy parental relationships because both my parents suck and I don't speak to them anymore.

But, you really need to put variety in your writing. Stop making things really obvious to the point where I think you need a therapist. (And she obviously does.)

And if by some chance you are seeing a therapist, Viv, see a different one. One that isn't just going to tell you everything you want to hear.