#YOU INSPIRED ME TODAY!!

[boobootheslutty]

Lord Gortash with the feedism/wg fetish :') not even going on anon bc it would be too obvious

SWAG!!! <- voice of a very excited guy, who definitely isn't lurking in anyone's inboxes

ALRIGHT! Let's get down into Gort himself. Be warned, I have consumed so much of your content today so there will be bias sdfkljhgshkljdf

I think he would be so fucking sloppy <3 love him and he puts on an appearance, but it screams that this man is throwing it all on- or not taking it off after a long night working. (He totally has grease stains everywhere, sue me)

To me he is a finger eater, using his hands to pick up these filling but also fattening foods to just shove them in his awaiting maw. He fs has plates besides his workstation that never seem to disappear, yet always refill.

Before his work as a lord, it would be just something easily accessible and cheap, but now he's a lord, it can be delivered to him in excess- something to be taken advantage of. He grew up to shit parents and Raphael, so for many years he likely had this disconnect with food- but now? Fuck it we ball, he is gorging on that shit like there is no tomorrow, filling up on everything he hadn't ever before.

The first time he had a genuinely filled belly was like a sacrilegious experience, thats mainly where his sexual interest for it came in. For once in his life he didn't have hunger pains- while yes, pains of another kind- he was still *full*, no longer seen as some random rat picked off the street. He had the capacity to do things he couldn't before.

To say he enjoys it is an understatement- it is empowering to him. Also we love an enabled king, absolutely blissfully enabled by those hedonists around him in the nobility, sure they are worried about their weight, but why should he? Fuck them.

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[zephyrchama]

Hide & Seek

The House of Lamentation bustled with activity. Not only had the palace residents come to visit, but Purgatory Hall as well.

While everyone busied themselves with socializing, Luke challenged you to a game of Hide and Seek. The house made for an incredibly ideal location. After several challenging rounds of both wins and losses where you and Luke battled impressively, the game started to grow. More and more started taking interest.

"Thirty five... thirty six... thirty seven..."

Luke shouted with all his might so that his voice would permeate the house. He stood in the hallway, facing the wall with his eyes covered. You hurried to the place you knew best - your bedroom.

"Hey, let me hide with you." Mammon appeared by your side, giving you a fright.

"Seriously? Find your own hiding spot!" You told him.

"C'mon, it's more excitin' this way."

He persistently tailed you to the bedroom. There was no time to waste fighting or shaking him off. You didn't know how good angel hearing was, so just to be safe, you opened and closed the door as quietly as possible. Mammon ran over to your table.

"This'll be perfect." He kicked a chair out of the way and squatted down, ducking his head to crawl under the table. He was met face to face with Barbatos.

Mammon jumped, banging his head against solid wood, as he shouted "What the-!?"

You and Barbatos shushed him with a hiss, the two of you bringing your fingers to your lips in sync.

"What the hell are you doin' here?"

Diavolo and Simeon popped their heads out from behind the butler.

"Quiet!" Diavolo said with a massive grin. The prince was having fun.

"We're playing hide and seek," Simeon smiled.

Mammon tsked. Under the table was no good. Under the bed would have to do. He got down on his hands and knees and lifted the bedsheet.

A pair of glowing eyes stared back at him, making him yelp.

"Occupied," Asmodeus leered. Something shifted in the dark beneath him. It was Solomon craning his head to see who had found them.

"Huh? You're not Luke. Hurry and go away before Luke finds us," Solomon told you.

"Damn it. Plan C." Mammon jumped on the bed itself and began moving the covers around, hoping a messy pile wouldn't be overly suspicious. He picked up one of the many plush pillows to unveil an arm.

"I believe I was here first," a muffled voice stated.

"Are you kiddin' me?" Mammon pushed aside another pillow to reveal a face. "Raphael?"

The angel stoicly nodded and grabbed a stolen pillow from Mammon's arms. He carefully laid it back over his face.

"I hope you took your shoes off before getting on my bed," you commented as you tried to wiggle behind a shelf.

"Don't worry, I did," Raphael reassured you.

Mammon was now frantically pacing around the room in anger, his eyes darting to find any viable hiding spot.

"C'mere!" he beckoned. "It's dumb but we'll hide in the closet."

You chose to stay put at your shelf and watch.

He rubbed his hands together as if he could make this the greatest hiding spot in the world and pulled the closet handle with a confident flourish. Several "oofs" resounded through the room as Leviathan and Belphegor tumbled out.

"I told you there were too many of us in here!" Satan's voice angrily whisper-yelled.

Mammon groaned as Leviathan and Belphegor smacked his legs, going "this is all your fault!" and "why'd you have to ruin it?"

"Hurry up and close the door," Beelebub said.

"You've gotta be jokin'. Let me in!" Mammon was brash and tried to trudge head-first into what little space there was, but couldn't move a step with two siblings whacking his feet.

Lucifer, Satan, and Beelzebub remained inside the closet. They were sandwiched in tightly.

"I was here first," Lucifer remarked, irked that his siblings had destroyed an otherwise roomy and nice hiding spot. His cheek was pressed against the wall, squished. Satan was not very happy to be pressed up snugly against his big brother as the middle filling of this demon sandwich. He looked ready to scream. Beelzebub was pressed against the other wall with one of your shirts on his head.

It appeared that every spot in your room was fully occupied. There was nowhere left to hide.

Time was already up.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

[frenchphobe]

griddlehark modern pen pal au where they don’t know each other but are assigned as pen pals for those pen pal projects you get in middle school and it just turns into them sending each other hate mail and somehow they just keep going for several years, even though they dont rly have to

[jkvjimin]

so show me I'll show you

for @magicshop 💜

[maareyas]

Greeting a new dawn

decided to do something for the new year at the last minute kkkhkdkh. this was supposed to be a quick one. wadda hell

here's to another year of existing and silverposting. I want to hope that things will become better for all of us.

[tea-tuesday]

04/10/2024

life is all about getting your work done and (badly) pursuing your hobbies !!

[ministarfruit]

day 7: come back soon ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[bandtrees]

no interest in other people...

@mobpsychogirlweek day 1: tsubomi!!! i've always wanted to draw something artsy with her like this hehe.

[lyfrassiredda]

I, too, have had a vision of a vast and fiery orb floating in an endless void—

[arealtrashact]

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...

[i-like-forcefem]

If only there was essentially a dating site explicitly to get dragged into a pretty girl's basement and made into a cute and adorable girl...

If there’s nothing like it yet, make do with what you have!!! Where do you live cutie? I’m sure we can set something up :3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There's nothing he can't do. Yet.

(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)

[lesbianneopolitan]

Now…this is how 𝘴𝘩𝘦 likes it! 🎩✨🍨

[chiropteracupola]

an assortment of my temeraireverse fic-dragons!

[cygnet and honoré are from fifteenth-century britain and france, aquilillus, flavia magna, and bán are from second-century britain, and cipachcoatzin is from sixteenth-century mesoamerica]

[the-lonelybarricade]

Maybe I should write a Ten Past Five spin-off where Elain’s connecting train to the English countryside gets cancelled—She’s left stranded halfway to her destination and forced to share a 2 hour cab with a VERY grumpy red head