#Van responde

[vanskyfox]

🎸 Rock Star Zack Evans

Zack&Roll con su fiel compañero Luke!

Build made by @lea-heartscxiv (it's a great all-around place, although I've only used the stage, thank you so much 🙏💘)

CAS photos below ⬇️

[dead--star]

7-9 < 10-12 > 13-15

leo point. there it is there's the crazy

[chonker-chan]

Solomorne romance is great and all but did you know that Lex Imperialis added the most important RPG element? that is, of course, an NPC roasting your entire party screenshots under the cut for those curious

[moonlight-prose]

this is pure thot, sending one about Gabriel Van Helsing fucking you in his jacket (because he thinks you look so goddamn good in it - only it, and nothing else) 🦇💕

note: i need you know i screamed and fell over and actually made a fool of myself writing this. because where is this man and why isn't he married me??? i want to be his hot witch wife who helps him fight monsters. also i love the amount of asks people sent in about him. clearly we need more van helsing in our lives.

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, rough sex, p in v sex, possessive gabriel, outdoor nasty time, hints of wolfism, he's feral.

It's a full moon when he finds you bundled in his leather trench coat, waiting out the chill in the air as he finishes yet another job well done. The autumnal solstice has come and gone, bringing darkness to the world around. Giving leeway to the monsters who clung to the shadows, biding their time for the moon's glow to lead the way.

You've opted for thin clothes. A horrible choice given the change in seasons, but Gabriel vowed this would be simple. The inn refused to open its doors for someone like him - claiming he was a monster in his own right. And perhaps that was true.

Whether he liked to admit it, the wolf inside of him never truly passed. The antidote may have changed him back, but the instincts remained. His thread of anger grew thinner the fuller the moon got, his thirst for blood thickened like sweet honey as his changed DNA craved something fresher. Something made up of veins and nerves and a beating heart he could stop.

"Finished?" You shudder at the sight of his shirt torn open in the center, his chest on full display for you to ogle at blatantly.

"The bastard tried to play with me."

A smile curled onto your lips, sly and smooth and dripping with lust at the biting rage behind his words. The moon was affecting him. Far more than he would have liked.

"I'm sure you taught him a lesson," you reasoned, moving swiftly to reach for his warm hands. "You always do."

"That my coat?"

His eyes trailed down to the way it gaped across your own chest, your dress slipping down lower than you intended. But Gabriel was only a man and the adrenaline ran through his body like a fire he couldn't put out. The moon's glow fueled his thoughts, his urges, and before you could explain that you were cold he was walking you back into the trunk of the nearest tree.

"Last I checked I gave that to you to hold," he said. Although his eyes said something else - the ache crawling its way through his body, settling at the base of his spine.

Your chin tipped in defiance. "Last I checked I didn't need your permission to wear your clothes."

"Is that right?"

"It is."

The smile on his face screamed contentment, but the fire in his gaze explained to you the turmoil he fought on the inside. The war that waged in his body at the very thought of touching you. Of getting his hands on what rightfully belonged to him.

"I'm rather cold," he replied, dipping his gloved hand beneath the leather fabric. Brazenly groping your breast as his tongue dragged across his bottom lip. "Might need this back."

"Then take it," you gasped. "It's yours."

A blur of movement left you winded when he hauled you up against the tree, his strength increased by the moon's piercing glow. Teeth latched onto your neck like an animal aching to mark his territory. The quickness of his hands digging to raise your dress stole whatever sense you had left in your head.

Out in the open you were nothing but prey for this man to take. A feast for him to dine on with a wet mouth and throbbing cock. You couldn't deny the harsh wave of lust that swept through you even if you wanted to.

"It is mine," he gruffly stated, swiping his cock through your dripping folds. "The leather and the pretty thing inside it."

Your eyes rolled back when he entered you faster than you could take. The burning stretch caused you to sag against the tree, his fingers harsh against the meat of your thighs. There was no warning. Just a kiss pressed sloppily to your lips, a growl muffled into the heat of your mouth, before he slammed into you again.

"Should have known better." His bit at your bottom lip until copper flooded his mouth - a streak of red smearing between your mouths.

The smile on your face was tainted in crimson. His cock jolted within you at the sight. Bloody and fucked out and perfectly his in every way he could have you.

"W-Who says I didn't?"

"Minx," he bit out, a hand slamming to the trunk behind you, fingers ripping at the bark. "I want you to finish."

"Gabriel-"

He gripped your throat, eyes flashing dangerously in the darkness as the beast within began to rear its ugly head. There would never be another full moon where he turned. Never another night spent locked inside a monster's body. But he would forever be stuck with it as his companion.

"Finish. And then I will fuck you properly in our home," he snarled, grinding into you hard enough to hurt.

The coarse hair at the base of his cock dragged along your aching clit. And with a muffled shout against his cheek you gushed. The numbing pleasure drowned you, dragged you through the fires of hell before seating you atop the throne of heaven.

His cry of your name barely registered, but you felt the swell of his cock when he broke. The drip of his spend slipping down between your bodies. His blood still ran hot - desperation skirting the edges of his patience - but for a moment he relaxed into your touch.

Kissing along your throat until his lips found yours once more.

[ludinusdaleth]

"I'm sorry if you thought I was giving you a hard time earlier. I thought maybe you were really mean like Trent, but now I'm feeling really guilty about it because I don't think you are. So I want to apologize if I came across as rude. I feel very bad about it."

-Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 110, "Dinner With the Devil"

[chronocrump]

i said i should post doodles on here but i haven't been doing that at all lol. guess i'll start now

[smibberz]

Teen Milhouse

[pinkysberg]

"dutch shot micah for john" "no, dutch shot micah for arthur"

idk maybe im dumb but i have always been under the impression that dutch shot micah for himself. sure, avenging arthur or protecting john could have been a thought in the back of his mind. though, i imagine he loses everything, pushes everyone away, arthur dies at his feet and in that moment he realizes micah's lead him astray and he fell for it.

i don't think dutch has the self awareness to realize his fault in this situation, and if he does he burries if under the misconstrued idea that micah's entirely to blame. he's been shamed, embarrassed and abandoned and if there's anything we come to learn throughout rdr2 it's that he can't stand being embarrassed, he can't stand being duped, and he never takes responsibility for being naive. bronte leads dutch astray and instead of going, "i was naive to think he was trustworthy and i shouldn't have taken him up on that lead" he kills bronte and creates an even larger problem. instead of going, "i was wrong to not trust hosea when he tried to dissuade me from robbing cornwall." he simply continues to create further issues.

he's been made a fool by micah. he wants revenge. john wanted revenge and when dutch is asked what he's doing there, he says "same as you, i suppose."

yes, micah bringing up arthur seems to trigger dutch however i think it's likely more about dutch feeling as though his pride has been bruised by being forced to remember his failures where arthur's concerned and less about the disrespect being shown to arthur in that moment.

dutch at his core is shown to be selfish. he is self involved, prideful, vengeful, and entirely lacking in self-awareness.

[badkidsofficial]

Were the mushrooms you almost ate at least the fun hallucinogenic ones? If so you could grab more, The hangvan can totally just trip sit you. It would probably be a good way to bring forward your chosen one abilities.

aokay so Once again I feel I have to reiterate I am not the “Chosen One”. That was simply “A Bit”

[jakesguitarsolo]

i have an impure jake thought for you, baby.

thinking about how pretty he looks in firelight. and kind of caught on the idea of a weekend retreat, in a cabin deep in the woods. just the two of you. and after a day on the lake or having a hike, you sit him down in front of the fireplace and just spoil him by riding him all night long.😌

Jake would look so damn pretty with that red- orange glow dancing all over his face.

Your shadow casting over him as you step in between him and the fireplace.

Nothing but the sound of the wood crackling and crickets outside the cabin.

He’d sink back into the couch as you sink onto his cock. Taking all of him, slowly, inch by delicious inch.

The way he’d grip your hips tighter as you lower yourself on him.

Throwing his head back just like he does when he plays on stage…

“Mmm, baby you feel like fucking heaven wrapped around me like this… So tight, love…fuck. Taking me so damn well.”

Relishing in the warmth and wetness of your pussy as you slide up and down on his length.

“Just like that, yeah… Keep riding my cock just like that. Such a good girl for me.”

[lostinlovingrevery]

I AM FINALLY HOMEEEEEEEEE

[vanskyfox]

Greek God(ess)

Ryuuya Kitta

Ριυυια ~ 竜矢様

[barschter000]

I'm not the original asker, but I think you should share more thoughts on transfem barok if you want to, I think she's awesome

Hellooooo, thank you so, so much for prompting me to talk more about her!!!!!!!!! :DDDD

I tried to put some of my thoughts regarding Barok and Lady B into words:

As I said in my previous ask answer, I think Barok being transfem could make her relationship to Lady Baskerville really interesting even though Barok realizes her trans gender after Lady B has long since left her life.

I don't think Barok has much contact with women in her childhood aside from her mother and female servants because after all, she was raised to be a man and probably attended boys' school and as far as we can tell from canon, was more focused on Klint and her father than any female family member, in fact, the only female member of her family Barok brings up in canon is Lady B.

In my world, Lady Baskerville came into the Van Zieks siblings' life when Barok was not even a teenager, maybe around 10 or 11 years old. Because their parents, in my world, had died only a few years prior, Klint was raising Barok (and frankly had been doing so even when their parents were alive), so Barok is very attached to him. But suddenly, Barok is not the sole receipient of Klint's attention and affection like he is used to being because he is now courting someone???? Unbelievable. Unforgivable even!

So in the beginning, there is a lot of tension between Lady B and Barok, she is keeping Klint from him after all which makes her the most horrible person on Earth actually. ...But then again, she is nice to Barok even though he is so bitter towards her in turn and even though their interactions are usually a little awkward, and then again, even though Barok doesn't want to like her, there is something alluring about her. Something mixing into the jealousy that is causing Barok to act like this, something that feels familiar but is not about Klint. I think Lady B is, like Klint, a bit of a rebellious spirit in terms of social norms and expectations, so is it perhaps that which draws Barok towards her, is that the something he is trying to reach but can't attain?

I have this idea in my head for a fic that I still need to work out in more detail but still wrote something to because I love egg Barok where Barok, while trying to "get revenge" on Lady B by doing something to her possessions, has a sort of "Oh." moment that confuses and hopelessly overwhelms him. And when Lady B finds out about it and approaches him afterwards to ask why he did what he did, this happens:

He drew in a sharp breath and wiped his eyes. “Be-Because… Uhm…” He did not know why. He had no idea why it was not allowed, if it even was. No one had ever forbidden it to him because no one around him had ever had the idea. And so, he concluded, it must be forbidden, it must be hushed up in locked rooms, washed off and drained from one’s memory. “Because…” But Barok was inexplicably incapable of letting go of that experience. He hiccuped, tried to speak once more, “I…” but dissolved into merciless sobbing. At that point, Beryl had been a figure in his life for about a year. Although they began on a rather awkward basis – Barok rarely felt jealousy as there was rarely something he desired but could not attain, but even in his youth, grief was not an unknown feeling; and he had grieved silently yet strongly for the loss of Klint who now had to redistribute his resources to be a brother as well as a husband – Klint had acted as the very stubborn glue between them, and little by little, he had begrudgingly allowed the invader into his home. Still, Barok had next to never cried in her presence save for the times he could not flee from it and Klint, familiar with it, had taken care of him as he had always done before. Beryl gingerly laid her hands on his shoulders, let them settle there for a moment before gently asking, “If I– …Barok, may I?” She had learned from Klint, was copying his patient pace to the point of hesitation, and Barok threw himself into her arms. After his mother’s death, there had been no woman left whom he permitted to hold him. This felt like the embrace of a sister who not only comforted but understood. Beryl held him tight as he cried into her shoulder, his body shaken by a sheer unending stream of relentless sobs, unable to find hold and regain control. What was it that he wanted? What was it that he wanted from her? What was it about him that, despite all the bitterness he had harbored against her, still made her feel pity for him?

I think Lady B told Klint anyway, not with malicious intent, on the contrary, I think she just genuinely doesn't know what to do after this interaction. But because Barok asks her to keep it a secret in the fic before the bit I showed here, Klint also can't asked Barok about it. So this becomes the first time Barok (believes that he) is keeping a secret from Klint that only his current least favorite person on earth knows about and understands in some way at least. And when Barok ultimately gets over himself and becomes closer with Lady B, he both feels connected to her in their secret mutual understanding yet also feels anxiety and shame that she saw him so confused and vulnerable. And even though they are close now, there is still some undefinable yearning in Barok that he feels around her.

Just because of the time period, I don't think neither Barok nor Lady B understand that interaction as "Oh, I am trans"/"Oh, Barok is trans" but, taking my headcanons into account, Lady B - queer in her bi4bi open marriage with Klint and polycule with Genshin - did understand it as something queer. But since Barok is unaware of the nature of her relationship to Klint and Genshin because how were they supposed to tell him about it in the 19th century, Barok grows up ignorant in the very queer Van Zieks household, believing he'd have to suppress all his thoughts. Another tragedy in the Van Zieks family...

[you-wanna-save-the-corn-nuts]

Well that was fucking bleak. And I'm only 5 minutes in

#yellowjackets #taivan

accurate as fuck- i immediately sent an audio message SOBBING to @fruit-icus (who still hasnt watched the ep LMFAO but thats okay) so they just get the most incoherent “hi…..im….this is me 5 minutes into the yeLlOwJaCkEtS finale pleasehelp”

[moonlight-prose]

screaming SCREAMING SCREAMING omg omegaverse + van helsing would destroy ovaries with ZERO hesitation, that man and his luscious extensions deserve to have fingers running through them and pulled at while he ruts into you. at first he tries to resist it because he doesn’t want to hurt you but he caves anyway. and like idk but i also think aftercare after being fucked into oblivion would be phenomenal with this character?? any scars he accidentally leaves, he would try his best to soothe ✨ not to mention being put into a mating press by that man would be crazy because u just know he would hit so deep, like ok FOLD ME INTO A PRETZEL SIR ‼️

god let us get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 together please 😭 they had no right making him so hot for a movie that came out 20 years ago… him out of the monster hunting garb is literally prince/boy band rockstar material… (don’t believe me? google hugh jackman long hair) need him SAUR bad!!

this man has haunted my dreams since i sat down in middle school and said "yeah sure why not i'll watch this on tv" AND I WAS NEVER THE SAME. ashamed to say van helsing is the only hugh character i ever found hot (sue me i only ever wanted to fuck old man logan). but it doesn't help i've got the hots for men with long hair who are doomed to be sad.

fuck he'd destroy the mattress first of all. he'd shove you into a mating press so fast it creates a high you've never experienced before. and don't even get me started on the possession that lingers in each movement he makes. he's an animal, he wants to eat you alive, he wants to carve himself into your chest with those pretty claws of his.

but he can't. so he settles for the next best thing. and yes it comes with consequences (biting, scratches along your hips where he gripped to hard, dried blood on your shoulder from canines that were too sharp, inflamed tender bruised skin everywhere else he gripped and kneaded to set you into place). but fuck if it isn't worth it.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: I heard too many sounds at once so now I must be a bitch

Jesper: Understandable