#Yeah......

[genderqueerpond]

this is so lovely 🥺

[pseudophan]

Dan has been more touchy with Phil since their comeback, but I specifically feel like in the last few videos he’s been EXTREMELY touchy! The door is opening more and more🚪👀

yeah........ dan is soooo calculated is the thing. phil is more likely to be touchy without thinking about it too much, but dan is like... he's so hyper aware. when he's getting extra touchy you know it's on purpose, it's deliberate, they are Up To Something

[franzkafkagf]

Imagine you're a fifteen-year-old girl, your father is the second most powerful man in the realm, and your life is not your own. You're fifteen and your father sends you to the king's chambers to keep him company. He says that he wants to marry you now, you're fifteen and you closest friend's father wants to marry you. Your father wanted this for you so you wanted this for you.

You're thrust into the role of queen, and wife, and mother before you even really got to know yourself. So then you had three children before the age of twenty and you don't know how to love them properly. You don't even know how to love yourself properly. Your friend (or is it step-daughter now?) resents you for it and somehow you can't blame her. And you're so lonely and you don't know where to find somebody.

Your husband crumbles before your eyes. He never really cared about you that much, you know. He doesn't even care for your children that much. You feel misunderstood and used and weren't they what you wanted? What did I do wrong?

Your children, your precious children. You love them fiercely, of course you do, but sometimes you don't like them very much. They remind you too much of yourself, of the mistakes you've made, of the person you've become.

Your eldest son, the reason for it all. He's your curse, you know? And your salvation. And he is your son. You tell him he isn't yours, but as you say it your entire being is staring back at you.

Your daughter is a mystery you cannot solve, she slips through your fingers like water sometimes. You reach out to her, try to connect, but you never quite get to touch her.

Your son is maimed before your very eyes. You watch in horror as his father doesn't seem to care. Is anybody else seeing this? No one seems to care. Why isn't anyone doing something?

And your youngest, you barely know him (it's okay, he barely knows you too). Sometimes you wonder if he sees your face when he thinks of the word mother.

You're consumed by fear and resentment, you're practically drowning in it; no one seems to notice. There's blood on your hands, or is there? You question every decision, every action, wondering if it was all for naught.

You lost your youth, your decency, everything that made you you. All in an attempt to save your children; you lost your children, too.

You are Alicent Hightower.

[maximura]

Song Mingi at Coachella 2024

[bandzboy]

[ruskaroma]

thinking of pissing john wick off so fucking bad that he fucks you into the fucking wall🤤🤤 he’d been so patient with you, but you just kept pushing his buttons so here you are, his hand clamped over your mouth as he fucks you full of his cum….

everybody pull up a chair cuz we are going to have a talk.

john wick is a soft dom. that’s up to no debate. he could be a mean dom sometimes, but that rarely happens. but the point still stands.

john wick is a soft dom.

and of course, a soft dom would be incomplete without a bratty sub.

john doesn’t like it when you talk back, but during this time you’re feeling a bit naughty. a simple denial from john ruined your entire day, and so of course it’s your job to ruin his too.

he has been on the edge all day long since morning because of your constant backtalk. the snarky little remarks. the murmurs you’d say that he wouldn’t hear just to rile him up even more.

john tries to talk the brattiness out of you, but unfortunately for him, he might have to do it the hard way.

he had just come back from work when you immediately bombarded him with your attitude. still dressed in his work attire and you in your pajamas, john thinks this is the perfect time to strike.

as he stands in front of you in the living room, your mouth immediately snaps shut when a large hand comes slapping your cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get some senses in your brain and tell yourself that you’re absolutely fucked.

literally.

a yelp leaves your mouth as you touch the spot he slapped, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight back at you challengingly.

“got any more to say, brat?”

your lips wobble. it’s not always mean john comes to play, but when he does, it scares the living shit out of you. not only because he’s mean MEAN, but also because that means there’s a 99% chance that you won’t be able to sit properly for weeks.

“d-daddy–”

“now you want daddy?” he mocks, then gripping your jaw with one hand and forces you to look at him. “daddy has been real patient with his little girl all day long, but you just won’t fucking listen to a word daddy says, don’t you?”

you’re half scared, half horny. john is fucking seething. he must be so pissed at you that he even cussed.

“d-daddy, ow, you’re hurting me–” you try to move away from his grip, but that only leads you to being slammed against the wall as john forcefully pulls your pants down along with your panties, revealing your wet cunny that’s already dripping from this whole thing. “d-daddy–”

“this must be what you fucking wanted then. for daddy to be pissed at you.” he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls his already hard cock out, not giving you enough time to comprehend what’s truly happening when he’s already pushing his fat cock inside your little pussy, stretching it open and making you scream. “now you’re crying, can’t form a single fucking word. what happened to that bratty little girl earlier that won’t stop running her mouth, hm? you got anything to say?”

your legs are wrapped around his waist as you sob hysterically on his shoulder, ruining his perfectly good black suit. your shared wetness is dripping down the floor as his heavy balls slap against your ass.

you clench around his dick, babbling incoherent pleas for him to slow down, but all you receive is another slap on the cheek.

“shut your mouth and take it. don’t make me shove my cock so far down your throat you wouldn’t be able to speak for weeks.”

[hwajin]

hyunjin is the prettiest man i have ever laid my eyes upon i will never stop gushing over him i'm in the trenches so deep

[outraspraias]

[heavenmercy]

[scaredforboomboom]

🕯️make bearded husband Joost a permanent thing in 2005 I dont ask for much 🕯️

[tinofstatic]

Finally continuing the Muzzled!Dante brainworms now that I'm feeling inspired again — Dante essentially becoming a guard dog for whatever hunter he ends up working with, which just so happens to be you

Where he's basically the same Dante seen in the games, cracking jokes, not taking things too seriously, taunting, dancing around, all before he finally gets serious when you get struck by a demon and you realise why he's muzzled

Around 600+ words, non-descriptive violence, mentions of blood, edges around hurt/(no) comfort territory

Because I like to imagine this is where his demon side & human side are much more interlocked, in a way (I'm here for the vibes, not the specifics of this AU). Where his heritage isn't obvious until he bares his fangs and starts clawing his way through demon flesh and drooling through the muzzle because the scent of blood (and you) gets him riled up

Becoming ferocious at the thought of protecting and making sure you're alive, spending the time multitasking between guiding you out and growling at any threat that dares to come close — doing all the work when you get unsurprisingly get jumped in a corner, even when you're completely able to fight for yourself. Whatever is tearing his chest apart is unhappy in letting you continue your job, and he makes it known with the way he pushes you to stay behind him

And he becomes a beast when he finally hits his trigger and the wings unfurl and the fire embeds into his muscles. With instinct running so deep, it cracks the muzzle despite it being infused with demonic power, unable to hold back the intensity that's spilling out in gallons

Moments like these, he's incomprehensible. Something wilder than a starving predator. Growling, hissing, snapping his jaw in the small space of the muzzle, the straps visibly tightening around his head, scratch marks embedded in rocks and skin. Jumping from demon to demon with all sorts of cracks and snaps and tearing sounds that have you turning away

Where anything and everything is hit with lava the moment you're at a safe distance and nearing the meeting point you and Lady agreed on. Looking shocked yet starstruck from how intense the warmth was — how close the flames had gotten to your face and how Dante had backed away realising he almost burnt you. The care it took to wait, even as he's acting like an impatient brute on the battlefield

The next few hours are spent calming him when Dante comes back, muzzle thrown on the floor of the car and covered head to toe in blood and muck, hazy when he grabs you by the shoulders and does one last check before he passes out in the backseat for the drive back to a motel just to recoup. Goes completely silent when he realises you were serious about helping him bathe and getting chunks of dried gore out of his silver hair, watching you when you have to step out to ask for more body wash and shampoo

Still nudging you anxiously when you fit another muzzle on him, being careful to not act on the instinct to sink his teeth into your wrist. Because even when he's back to 'being human', he can't just wipe away those primal thoughts, he's still an animal, in his own mind, and a strange wave of comfort rushes through him when the strap snaps into place and locks. He can't accidentally hurt anyone now

Then stalking around the dingy motel room later when you're asleep just in case (he doesn't want to admit that he can't fall asleep willingly after what just happened). Stares out of the window and watches the lights pass on the road and the clouds shifting in the sky. Straightens up when the door is shoved but relaxes as he realises it's just Lady coming back from whatever she was doing this late

He doesn't mention it, already behind the wheel in the morning by the time you and Lady come back with vending machine snacks and drinks. Of course, he touches none of it, not because the muzzle is in the way but because he's scared he won't be able to stomach it. At the very least, he gets to see relief on your face now that everything is calm

[venaue]

hi i doodled malleus in a wedding dress :3

for all ur delulu dreams or whatevs <3

why can i draw everything except my ocs i give up ...

[crayonsquadlilac]

HELLO!!!!! I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!

I am making a WEBCOMIC!!! I have been for two or three years actually but it is getting very close to being REAL!!!!!! There will be many cool aliens and (1(?)) Humans!!!

LOOK AT THE PRETTY POSTER I DREW!!!!!!!!

THERE'S A TUMBLR ACCOUNT !! (That's a link to the account)!! Not much on it yet of course but it you want more info go there and if you want to see the comic when it starts posting in the future then Follow That Blog!!!!!! It will be posted there!!!!

This is a really big ol' passion project i want so bad to make!! It's been my lifelong desire to tell stories, and after years and years of my Life happening I'm finally gonna start it for serious for real on a budget of (for now) absolutely zero dollars!! It would mean the world to me if even just a few people end up following it when I start posting it!!

Thank you either way!! I'm gonna go work on the prologue now!!!! See yall!!

Here's the Timelapse for the Cover (if you care) (it took me quite a bit of time to draw)

Bye have a nice day thank you for reading!!!!!!!

[mojavetoothleaf]

My character trying to have any kind of dialog with an npc

The fuckin 5 ghouls in the background:

[maximura]

Jeong Yunho in the studio for the recording of 'Ice On My Teeth'