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Au of an Au from another Au.
Idols Scourge & Light from my au of my other Au maid 93. Ik, it confuses me too.
I like the wip one more maybe bc the lighting?
#sonic the hedgehog#sketchbook#my art <3#fanart#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog fanart#scourge fanart#unholy screaming#light the hedgehog#scourge the hedgehog#sonic au#i love my silly little au's#sth au#sth fanart
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Interrogation questions translated by @/milgram_en over on twitter!
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Q: When did you meet your first love?
A: They were a teacher of mine, in elementary school
Edit: Milgram_en has stated this
His reply includes かな, so he's just a little bit uncertain Therefore "Maybe it was a teacher of mine, in elementary school" would be a more correct translation
First love can also mean "First experience of Romantic Attraction." and considering the uncertainty it's most likely that.
08:
Q: When did you meet your first love?
A: I haven't yet. They must be someone they've chosen for me.
#milgram#amane momose#kazui mukuhara#UNHOLY SCREAMING#THE HORRORS ARE WEIGHING ON ME#I CANT- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#edit: this screaming is cause of Amane's answer#dw Kazui is probably fine as detailed above
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"Something isn't right about Sol." *screaming in the distance*
venus and sol belong to @spaceraceart :3
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O^O holy-...
The Beloved 🐟
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Scream King - Cary Elwes
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#horroredit#horror edit#cary elwes#psych 9#psych:9#a haunting in cawdor#ghost light#Hansel & gretel get baked#ghost light 2018#my gifs#gifset#saw 2004#saw franchise#saw movie#saw 3D#bram stocker's dracula#Dracula#the unholy 2021#black Christmas 2019#shadow of the vampire#scream king#screamking
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Unholy fuck, this is amazing. The way you write Stu is so much; it's endearing and I want to climb into his jumper with him and cuddle, it's goofy and makes me smile like an idiot, it's sexy and just the right type and amount of dark that gets my brain shutting down. I'm proposing.
you heard of elf on a shelf, now get ready for (making out with) stu in a church pew
Well Anon, I know you didn’t mean for this but you reminded me I haven’t done a solo Stu piece in forever and I haven’t done any church smut in a minute and I haven’t done church smut WITH Stu, so that had to be fixed. So let's get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.2K. Stu Macher X AFAB! Formerly Religious Reader. Warnings: Established Relationship. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Public Hook-Up. Risky Sex. Unprotected Sex. Vaginal Sex. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Gagging. Throat Fucking. Sex In A Church. Reader Doesn’t Believe In Religion Or God Anymore. Stu Is Stu. Riding. Degradation. Use Of Slut And Whore But In That Loving Stu Way.
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“Do You Believe?”
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The conversation that placed the idea in Stu’s head happened very late at night, the pair of you had one of those dates that stretched basically all day. He’d picked you up mid-morning with the purpose of going to the beach and you lingered there all day, either swimming, or stretched out on the sand listening to music. After lunch a sandcastle was built and then destroyed with Stu doing his best Godzilla impression to make you laugh, before sharing some ice cream, all in all a perfect summer day. You couldn’t be happier having some time with just you and him.
The beach you went to was a few hours away, you left after sun down and now, on the outskirts of the town you lived in, you are both sitting on the hood of Stu’s car, near midnight and having an extremely late dinner. The bag sits between you, the meal consisting of burgers and fries, you got a milkshake and he got a soda and you were splitting both drinks between the pair of you.
How this topic came up, you aren’t totally sure, but the point is, now you were discussing it, “So your family never did the whole religious thing?”
The straw popped out of his mouth and he said with a casual shrug, “Nope, never. I mean, I’ve been for like, weddings, funerals, a Christening or whatever, went to an Easter Sunday once when my grandma insisted but we never went with any kinda regularity.”
“Or seriousness?” You ask, your elbow nudging him and he says with that classic grin, “Yeah, or seriousness, exactly.”
His hand is back in the bag, he fishes out a few more fries before asking you with a pinch of his brows, “What about your family?”
You begin to respond to him, saying, “Oh yeah we took it a bit more seriously, went more than you did, I actually almost went to a Catholic high school-”
He had his hand over his mouth as he was finishing his current mouthful before asking, cutting you off as he did so, “With the uniform and everything?”
You nearly snort before you respond, “I dunno perv, I never went, remember?”
“Never too late to put on a short plaid skirt. You know you can still buy one too, right? It’s not like they card you for a school ID before they sell you one.” The suggestive rise and waggle of his eyebrows as he leans closer makes you laugh, a roll of your eyes, “Yeah sure, I’ll run out and buy one ASAP.”
He proceeds to take what you said seriously, ignoring your tone, and instead just listening to the words, a bit he loved to do and that was not lost on you, “When you do remember, there is no such thing as too short, like if it’s reminding you more of a belt than it is a skirt you’re on the right track-”
You shoved your burger into his face, forcing him to take a bite and effectively silencing him. His reaction made you crack up further, attempting to choke down the food without making a mess or spitting any out. When he managed to swallow the food down he said, “Rude! You’re rude.”
He took the napkins you were holding out to him, wiping the stray mustard that got onto his face when you jammed the burger into his open mouth.
“And you’re a total freak but what else is new?” You say as you shrugged and took another bite of your own burger. He rolled his eyes as he crumpled the napkin in his hand, “So do you believe in that stuff?”
He asked it so casually and you looked over to him, a hearty swallow of milkshake and you asked, “What?”
“In like religion, God, all that shit.” He asked, a soiled napkin still in his hand as he gestured up to the sky. Your eyes turn skyward and you say, “I dunno. I never questioned it much when I was in it, just kinda went along with it all, but after getting out, really examining and thinking about it all critically? Yeah, I can't say I am a big believer.”
“No? You aren’t a fan of Sky Daddy?” He asked in an overly serious tone that almost makes you choke on your next sip of milkshake. You are trying to suck down air, catch your breath and he is piling on, hand on your shoulder as he did so, “You aren’t getting on your knees for him every night and thanking him every damn day for the fact you know me? I’m shocked!”
“Stop! My stomach hurts, fuck-” You beg and he says, “I just think you should be a bit more thankful for me but okay.”
He does relent. The conversation moves onto other things, dinner is finished and you and he pile back into the car and make the rest of the drive back. You didn’t think anything further of the conversation, not until a few weeks later, you realised that your talk had a bigger effect on him than you thought. You and he were out on the town for another date, easy conversation flowing, his arm around your shoulders, no plans at the moment, in the midst of trying to decide what to do next when he stops. “I got what we should do.”
He steers you, dragging you up a series of steps and your eyes turn up to realise he is leading you into a rather large catholic church. It’s frankly gorgeous as far as churches go but the Catholics always knew how to do gothic architecture and stained glass well. The scope and scale of the building was impressive, imposing, you don’t remember seeing this place before but then again with your lack of interest in faith why would you pay attention to a house of worship.
You stop and stand your ground firmly, you and he are midway up the steps, your eyes on him as you ask, “Woah, what the fuck are you doing?”
“What? You against getting a little spiritual together?” Stu asked as he leaned in closer to you and you took a step back, his hand is still on your shoulder but there is some distance between you and him. “I’m just wondering what your motive here is Stu.”
He laughs, head tipping back, his hand that wasn’t still on your shoulder is on his chest, “Me? Having an ulterior motive? Oh you hurt me!”
“Stu.” You deadpanned his name, sounding unimpressed and he parroted yours back in the same way.
“Be honest with me, can you do that?” You asked and his hand fell away before rubbing over the back of neck, “Alright, fine. So maybe ever since our conversation when we were coming back from the beach I’ve been curious. I want to know more about your relationship with religion when you did believe. I dunno much about that kinda thing and maybe I just wanna get to know you better, okay?”
Oh. Well fuck. You feel like an asshole for giving him the third degree like that. Stu was genuinely being sweet and you assumed the worst, that wasn’t fair to him, immediately assuming he could only be shallow and surface level on this front. Stu contained a lot of depth and you thought you knew better, thought you were one of the only people to give him such credit and yet you still fucked up from time to time, human error is natural but you still mentally berate yourself. You should act better, he deserves better, who were you to judge on what Stu could be capable of caring about?
You reach out, take his hand, fingers tangled together and you apologise, “Shit Stu, I’m sorry. If you want to talk more about this we can.”
“Really?” His tone makes you feel worse, the soft and hopeful nature of it leads you to start back up the steps, tugging his hand and saying with a glance over your shoulder, “Really. Come on.”
You thought that this could be a nice change of pace, having a deep theological discussion even if you didn’t really believe in that kind of thing anymore could be great for you, create a deeper connection though an unconventional activity you wouldn’t normally engage in. You felt confident and honestly, a little excited over the idea, a chance for more growth and learning more about each other.
He is such a lying asshole.
You should have known he wasn’t being entirely truthful. Here you were on a weekday afternoon, church was empty, no one else around save for the both of you in a back pew and Stu’s mouth on your neck and his hand between your thighs. This wasn’t about having a discussion on your faith or lack thereof, no apparently this was about having an illicit hook up in the house of the Lord. You were trying to fight back, trying to move away, but he had one arm around you, hand on your waist, effectively keeping you pulled flush against him. Teeth graze, tongue lathes, his fingers drag higher up your inner thigh and you try to close your legs around his hand but he laughs, you can feel his smile against your throat, “Where are you trying to go?”
You huff out, “Trying to put some space between you and me, fuck Stu-” You gasp as his palm cups your cunt through your underwear, “Why’s that?”
His question in combination with his hand moving makes you whine, “-Cuz I thought you wanted to talk!”
“We can talk.” His fingers move up, firm circles just right that make your hips cant up without being able to control yourself from the sudden jolt of sensation, even without looking he finds what he needs to every time, it’s maddening. “Nothin’ is stopping us from talking.”
He refuses to stop laying sloppy kisses along your throat or touching you so well, and you restrain a moan, “We shouldn’t be doing this-”
“I thought you wanted to talk, not bitch.” He says easily and you retort, “Stu we can’t, please, ease up!”
“Awe what’s a matter? Aren’t you enjoying this?” His mouth had moved up, warm air fanning over the side of your face as he asked it quietly. He presses harder, fingers work quickly and you inhale sharply, mouth clamping shut to try and hold in your next moan.
“Sure feels and sounds like you are enjoying it.” That tone of voice, cruel, mocking, thoroughly amused and loving every second, it doesn’t help your arousal or the state of your panties. His hand slips from between your thighs and you hear him suck on his fingers loudly and you wince. You don’t want to be overheard but he clearly doesn’t care.
He hums as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth again and says, “Jesus Christ you’re wet.”
A moment of silence, your laboured breathing is the only real sound, what can you say? You shift in your seat and you can feel how wet you are, what can you say, it isn’t like you can deny what is so blatantly obvious. He breaks the quiet once again. “Oh wait…Or You don’t wanna hook up in a church is that it?”
You nod with a bite of your bottom lip and he teased, it sounds like his grin is so big it is threatening to split his face in half, “I thought you aren’t religious anymore? Why should it bother you doing this here?”
His other hand was off your waist, fingers under your chin turning your face up to look into his eyes, confirming what you thought, he looked positively gleeful as he taunts further, “You scared God is watching? That you’ll go to hell for this?” His tone is nigh mocking, a hint of condescension, you don’t want to think about what it does to you, how it makes you clench.
You weren’t afraid, you know better, if God is real he can see you all the time, not just when you are in church, doesn’t mean that the idea of fucking around in here isn’t a big hurdle regardless of the state of your relationship with religion. And the idea of Hell? Laughable, even if it exists you doubt that you’d qualify. Your personal relationship with all of this was long dead and buried.
What he says holds the potential for a lot of things, it's another taunt, a challenge, a test. He’s right, again, you aren’t religious. You don’t believe in all of that. So why are you hesitating so much? Is it the fear, or the humiliation, the public setting, the risk of getting caught, or is it the much more likely idea that even though you don’t believe the clinging vestiges of religion runs deep? Conditioning like that isn’t so easy to shake, especially when it was present in your life before you could even remember.
“I’m not scared of that! Just what if someone catches us?” A serious attempt is made to make your voice steady and not let the want clouding your mind to shine though, you don’t think it works.
“Pffft, at this time of day? I sincerely doubt it. Loosen up babe.” The way he is speaking and acting, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, that mischievous glint in his eyes, every single thing he is doing is tailor made and purposeful to rile you up. “Besides that, why would you care? What are they gonna do? Ban us from the church?’
His hands move quickly, fingers dig into your sides, you inhale sharply and yelp out a laugh from the sudden tickling, he doesn’t stop speaking, “Excommunicate you from the religion you don’t believe in? Oh noooo. What a terrible fate!”
Your hands lock around his wrists and you push his hands away, sucking down a lungful of air and pushing back from him at the same time, in one motion, “Fuck, is everything a big joke to you?”
“Maybe. I can’t help it. I’m a natural comedian.” He teases and you sigh, “Yeah you’re a natural something alright-”
He cuts you off, “You don’t like me making light of everything? There’s something you can do about it.”
You wonder what he means but his body moves, this roll that causes your eyes to drag down his torso to see the origin of it. Upon your eyes landing there you discover this sight: him palming himself through his jeans. This makes it clear, you were so distracted you hadn’t picked up on how hard he was but of course he was. The idea slams into your head like a semi-truck, if you get him off the effect would be two-fold, it would put to bed the idea that you were lying and still gave a fuck about religion, and it would make him stop with all the jokes. You glance around, there wasn’t anyone else here, the idea was admittedly hot. It wasn’t like you never thought about it before, so you decide to say fuck it, not linger or overthink. You’d show him, you’d loosen up.
Your hands take over and his belt is open, you demand as you move to get on your knees, “Get your pants down.”
“I knew you’d come around.” The confidence on this man, good Lord, borders much more on outright cockiness. He still does what you asked, pants and underwear are quickly shoved down to mid thigh, raging hard dick exposed to the open air to make this easier, you are now settled on your knees while between his.
“This is more about getting you to come.” You joke and he laughs, that big, genuine kinda Stu laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides and his nose scrunch slightly, “Fuck, you got some jokes too.”
You hum in agreement as your hand reaches out, fingers wrap around the base of his shaft and he squirms slightly, his breathing changes, you smile and then you lean in, tongue flicks over the tip and you revel in the harsh intake of air. You don’t waste time. Eyes fall closed, your lips wrap around his head and you suck indulgently, Stu curses and your tongue circles around the amount of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You are taking more into your mouth, tongue moving, sucking deeply, your hand slowly starts working into the mix, stroking up then down again, covering the space that you weren’t taking into your mouth yet, spit slipping past your lips acting as lube.
You start getting very into it, messy, but something causes a shift. Stu lets out this moan, it isn’t particularly loud, nor pornographic, but the pitch and volume of it reminds you just of where you are. The sound of it reverberates of the high ceilings, the echo makes your eyes open and your gaze draw up the length of his body, and he looks, fuck, incredible, puts the stained glass windows to shame. Pants midway down his thighs, hands splayed on either side of the wooden pew he was seated on, breathing had picked up, lips parted and his eyes on you the entire time.
The heat floods you, the entire situation is really sinking in, you hadn’t counted on liking it as much as you had but when you were with Stu he had a funny habit of making you discover all kinds of interesting things about yourself. This urge overcomes, you are in a house of worship and on your knees, so shouldn’t you get to worshiping?
This right here is all you need, he is what you need, the feelings he gives you is better and makes more sense than anything the church ever tried to teach. You wanted to and could, worship at the altar of the flesh forever and be content and satisfied, could be consumed with the flames of lust and feel more fulfillment than any Sunday service or hymn could ever hope to instil.
You slow down further. This should be a rushed affair, it should be fast to lessen the chance of being caught but fuck it, you want to indulge. Hand locking back around the base of him, your tongue runs up the entire length while you stare up into his eyes before your tongue strokes down over the other side. You kiss here and there, you let drool run down him and your own chin, hot breath slips out from between your lips as you proceed to continually lay attention upon him. He was just as into this as you were, he was barely able to sit still, you didn’t speed up, your other hand locked on his hip and you hold him down as best you can as you continue to please and tease. He moans your name and yeah he is done joking around, you sigh his name like a prayer with your lips against the soaked head of dick.
He is being uncharacteristically quiet. Well, in terms of words, he is breathing hard, and letting out a few curses and other sounds of enjoyment but not as much as normal, he doesn’t care about getting caught in terms of consequences, you know he wants to make sure he can get off first though.
Slipping him back inside you sucked deeply, you hum and the vibration makes his legs jerk, you love having such a strong effect on him. Your hand lifts up with a questioning look and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, his brows pinch together and he nods, telling you he wouldn’t move, would let you do what you wanted. Your hand left him fully and instead it slips down your own body. You get into a good and steady rhythm with him, moaning against his shaft quietly as you bob up and down, your legs spread, hand between your thighs and it finds its way into your underwear. You are dripping wet.
You start easy, you begin to stroke your clit in firm circles as you suck, the movements of your hand match that of your mouth, tying the act of his pleasure to the sensation of your own.
Lost to the act of it, to him and yourself, soon your fingers need to explore more, two digits slip into yourself and curl, you moan the loudest you have so far with him stuffed in your mouth and Stu lets out a choked off gasp, “Fuck yes-”
You loved when you pulled such reactions out of him.
When did you become like this? Almost like he was reading your mind Stu’s hand was on your head and forcing more of himself into your mouth, you let him, even with the slight gag it causes, he speaks, hushed and low, “You’re such a fuckin’ slut. You-you like to act like you aren’t like this, or like I force you but no, it was always in you.”
A breathless laugh, he says it like he is awed, in the same tone he does when he tells you he loves you.
You work yourself quicker, fingers sliding in and out, palm grinds against your clit as you buck your hips, you suck harder, turned on even more and pushed further by his dirty talk as well as his rough treatment of you. “Look at yourself, fingering that cunt in the middle of a church with me halfway down your throat.”
He makes a good point, you did instigate no less than half the perverted shit you and he got up to, you are just as into this, maybe you should drop all the pretense?
People who are not sluts don’t throat fuck themselves while masturbating in a church at two thirty on a Wednesday, this is prime whore behavior honestly, totally text book. He is helping control your pace now and you let him, it makes this easier, helps you along and lets you continue to service him while trying to get yourself off, said orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your movements were getting sloppy, every movement bringing you nearer, you were trembling and Stu notices and asks, “Oh you gonna cum, yeah?”
You whine against him with a weak nod and before he can give any praise or encouragement it hits, the sudden drop off the edge makes your whole body jerk, you swallow around the head of his dick involuntarily and Stu groans. You weren’t even over your orgasm, thighs still shaking and breathing laboured, more sparks still firing off inside of yourself, brought on by your skilled fingers, when he pushed your head back, pulling himself out of your mouth.
He hauled you up to be on the pew again, he kissed you deeply, tongue in your mouth, a shared moan and his hand covers yours, moving with you, the action makes you draw out every single ounce of sensation from your peak. You kiss him deeply as he leads you, fingers curling and flexing inside yourself, every drag of your palm over your throbbing clit pulling another sound from you that he was eating up. Finally when it was too much you pull back with a gasp and see he hadn’t stopped, he took over, he had his other hand around himself, stroking himself, desperate and needy just like you.
“M’ so close, fuck-” You take his admission as your cue, you move as quickly as you could. Your fingers slip out of yourself, shoving your panties to the side and your leg swings over his, moving into his lap and then knocking his hand out of the way, you line up and then sink down. You envelope him, making him call out, “Oh holy shi-”
Your fingers that are still slick from your cunt are shoved into his mouth to help muffle the sound as you say, breathless and playful, “Keep it down Stu, we’re in a church.”
His eyes roll back with a moan, he sucks and you have taken him totally, the stretch is amazing, he is so fucking filling. You start to ride him immediately, rolling your hips perfectly and his arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you closer, and jerks his head back, your fingers are out and your hands go to the back of his neck, you hold him there as he bucks up into you. His face buries into the side of your neck as he grits out, “Christ yes, take it-”
“Gonna cum in me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth finds your sweat slicked skin, he sucks a hickie into your throat, he lets out something that could be read as whimper, book ended by a, “Fuck.”
His hips slam up into yours one last time, he holds still and unloads, he cums deep and your head tips back with a shuddering exhale.
It is quiet.
Just the sound of your shared panting and the feeling of your hearts beating out of your chests as you start to slow the movements of your bodies, loosening and starting to relax against each other. You soon speak up, “So do you believe me now?”
“What?” He asked and you huffed, your head pops back up and you look down at him, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, “Do you believe me that I don’t give a fuck about religion anymore?”
He laughs, warm smile on his face as he says, “Baby, after that I think you might have made me believe in God.”
“Jesus Christ.” You scoff and start to slide him out of you, pulling your underwear back into place he jokes, “Yeah that’s the guy.”
As he starts to straighten himself back out and you laugh much too loudly at his terrible joke. Two minutes later you and he are walking down the church steps hand in hand together and you ask, “What should we do now?”
“Mmm how about some more bible study at my place?” Stu asks as he leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek and you hum thoughtfully, “I don’t see why not.”
Maybe your interest in faith could be revived after all.
#Unholy screaming#Stu Macher x reader#not mine#lemon#bisexual-horror-fan#why am I getting Hosier lyrics in my head with this fic??
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Death seeking creator with Zhongli idea
Whenever Zhongli remembers that it was their that the creator was hurt to this degree, he felt like he should go through the painfullest of deaths but he can't... Not right now, not while leaving the creator in such a state. So, he retired from the Funeral Palor and spend his days caring for the creator.
Today, too, Zhongli walked into the tranquil adobe of the creator as he carried the tea he personally brewed to offer the creator. The tea contained the calming effects that is very much needed for the creator's tired mind.
Maybe because of his relentless efforts or because of the effects of all the tea and medicine, the creator is becoming a bit more stable these days, meaning they are not asking him to squish them with the meteor he summon.
Relishing in the small change of the creator, Zhongli stood in front of the creator's room and asked, "Your grace, may I come in?"
What came back to him was the answer "Yes, you may," accompanied by the small giggles of the creator.
Zhongli opened the door and looked for the creator's form wondering what could make them so amused. And there they were, wearing white silk gown, sitting in the middle of the silk bed Ninggaung had presented to them. Their face bloomed into a full smile as they locked eyes with him.
The smile was so radiant that Zhongli would have liked to bath in all of its glory
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if not for the gold, gold, gold everywhere invading all of his five senses.
The gold was staining the silk bed sheet, the white gown, the marble floor and the creator's arms, and legs and face.
In their hand was a hair pin Zhongli had presented to them a week ago, contented in the fact that they stopped asking him to kill them.
Sitting in the pool of their own blood, the creator said, "Surprise!", like a child whose prank was successful.
"You...r.... Your.... Grace.... What have you done?"
Zhongli asked as he dropped the tea pot tray in his hands to run to your side.
"Hehe, I... surprised you right!" They asked as they coughed up blood.
"I got the idea... from Kaeya. The best way to disappoint someone is by making them hope and breaking that hope."
That was their last words before they disappeared into thin air and left nothing but ash.
Ah-
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD
YOU
YOUR BRAIN, GIVE ME IT. THIS IS EXQUISITE. SO MARVELOUS. JUST ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY PERFECT.
I BOW WITH MY HEAD SLAMMING INTO THE FLOOR TO YOU, OH GREAT BRILLIANT ANON. OH HOW LOVELY THIS WRITING IS, IT IS LIKE IVE BEEN SHOWN THE WONDERS OF MY OWN MIND
GIVE THIS ANON PRAISE EVERYONE, GIVE THEM SO MANY PROPS AND HONOR. TRULY A WONDERFUL DISPLAY OF WRITING AND PUTTING FULL FORCE INTO THE IDEA OF OUR DEATH SEEKING CREATOR AU
#sagau#genshin sagau#death seeking creator#others ideas#cw death#im fucking screaming#HOLY SHIT#I WISH I COULD WRITE LIKE YOU#YOU JUST#UNHOLY SCREAMS OF ENVY
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Day 2 Goretober Sharp objects!
I've decided to just have fun with these prompts and not really pressure the "perfectionist" that comes bubble up every time I try and do these prompts.
#goretober 2024#goretober day 2#scourge fanart#unholy screaming#scourge the hedgehog#scourge the hedgehog fanart#sonic the hedgehog#sketchbook#fanart#sonic fanart#my art#my art <3#sharp objects#knife and claws
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A KINGDOM OR THIS — ♔ a playlist for captive prince by c.s. pacat
"I have lost everything and gained you, and I would almost make the trade, if I didn't know it had happened that way for you, too."
(featuring a few pieces from sydnarrative's playlist)
#screaming crying throwing up#this is my life's work guys#tbh my best contributions to the capri fandom is putting SLUTTY and UNHOLY on this playlist#but if you want to Hurt™️ then i need you to listen to TWO MEN IN LOVE............#cp#captive prince#kings rising#the summer palace#damen x laurent#lamen#spotify#playlist#fanmix#aesthetic#capri#cs pacat
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Please baby Robin please baby boy Dick
Currently both featuring baby Dick Grayson, though Werebat is currently literal baby Dick Grayson.
(Something Else option also includes Just Wanting to See Results)
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GUYS. judge me based off the games I play
Sadly I can't tag everything. Oh well
#mercy talks#video games#gaming#i have. so many things to tag#the beginners guide#beyond: two souls#bitburner#blasphemous game#buddy simulator 1984#cruely squad#cry of fear#detroit become human#DUSK#faith the unholy trinity#fatum betula#fear and hunger#fear and hunger 2: termina#heavy rain#i have no mouth and i must scream#IMSCARED#inscryption#Keep in mind game#lethal company#Lucid dream simulator#milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk#milk outside a bag of milk outside a bag of milk#needy streamer overload#oneshot#picayune dreams#portal
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and they were roommates...
#ihnmaims#i have no mouth and i must scream#ellen ihnmaims#ihnmaims ellen#ellen i have no mouth and i must scream#i have no mouth and i must scream ellen#lisa pearson faith#lisa pearson#faith the unholy trinity#faith the game
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You made me realize I needed this, thank you.
man s just so silly
colored ver under the cut
#your honor i love him#he is so silly#alastor#radio demon#artists on tumblr#hazbin hotel#fanart#doodles#unholy screaming
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its his first day, he's a little anxious
#I FEEL SO PROUD#YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I FEEL RN#*screams into the void*#John Ward#faith game#faith the unholy trinity#Red's Doodles
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I know daemons short hair era is deeply loved but there's just something about his hair and braids at the stepstones that always gets me like it's giving battle, mess, blood, fire, make up sex, dirty fingers wandering over rhaenyras body, being out of his mind while knowing exactly what he is doing and I am still feral about it so here's a little throwback
#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#daemyra#hotd#give me the battle braids give me blood and violence#like he is all of this and still touching rhaenyra so softly with his fingers knowing all her favorite spots#excuse me losing my mind over this#alexa play unholy by sam smith while I scream into the void
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