#a little bit of chest

[rvspecter]

[irinviolet]

Halsin worked hard to make the puff dough by hand so he could bake the most delicious apple pie with a dash of cinnamon.

Would you like some?

[the-meme-monarch]

been rewatching hlvrai and drawing along :]

edit i fixed the last one (drew his gun on the wrong arm and it Ate At Me (yes i just flipped the drawing what are you a cop))

[pjharvey]

it’s actually insane the parallels btwn how some leftists talk about the revolution vs how mormons talk about the second coming — a mythical future but Soon! (and it’s been Soon for a long time) event that will take away all evils in the world and all the Bad People will die. i understand the appeal of this kind of thinking bc so many things in the world are awful but the fact is violent revolution doesn’t produce lasting change on the same level as more peaceful methods and even immensely disruptive but nonviolent direct action, and most of the casualties are the people these revolutions were supposed to help — the actual people in power always have had and always will have the means to flee. it’s just copium and it’s a deeply unproductive way of approaching leftism esp since exactly none of these people are taking any steps to actually make a revolution happen, or enact change that will actually last by other means

[ingoodjesst]

02/02 "reality"

heard it was a national holiday

[dallasgallant]

Love how Pony sees Dally high as balls in the hospital and naked except for his tighty whities — but because he’s ranting just goes “Yep, Dal is alright👍.”

Just walk in and two is just 🧍‍♂️ “where your clothes at.”

��� seriously though. Dal buddy…

[bashcrandicoot]

Romeo Chrome transgender moment

[severedfromthesource]

Vampire’s Kiss

A trick of hypnosis. NSFW. Features F resus, F rescuer, cardiophilia, CPR, fingering, sex acts on an unconscious person, consensual cardiac arrest

Catarina laid her head back against the overstuffed pillows, her hair spilling out in a halo of gold ringlets. Her stormy, nearly silver eyes bore into the creature hovering above her in the shape of a woman. A lovely woman at that. Lovely skin, a deep onyx that was almost purple in certain lights, black hair clipped short to the scalp, round full lips, eyes like burning coals. Even if her features morphed into that of a bat when the light fell across her nose and mouth, even if she had the face of demons painted in every church inside which Catarina had spent her childhood; she was still beautiful. Beautiful and hers. Her Lady Angelique. Her fallen angel.

The tip of her claw traced over the many layers of fabric packed around Catarina’s pale belly and the cloth parted under her hands. Laces snapped and cloth ripped with hardly a noise of complaint. When her long, wickedly hooked nail came to the middle of Catarina’s chest, she swiped up, and her round breasts fell as the last of her bustier gave way at once. Despite so many nights of this creature coming to her in the dead of night, she still blushed to be exposed before her, turning away as her cheeks and chest flushed red. The air between them grew heavier, and she knew Angelique was scenting the blood flooding closer to her skin. Her talons came to lay against Catarina's ribcage. Her thumb curved beneath one breast, the rest of her long and elegant fingers curling around her side. Her heart beat madly, tapping against the creature's palm. She lowered her face, her nose swiping up the valley of her breasts.

"You're starving, aren't you, love?" she whispered in the dark, braving her hands to rest against Angelique's thin arms. Deceptively thin. Underneath, she could still feel the rippling of muscles. She could plunge that hand under Catarina's ribs and tear her open, if it pleased her.

"I never come to you starving, mon petit peau de vin. I would not be able to help myself." Her lips grazed over the curve of her shoulder. "I would be a beast to you."

Catarina reached up, slipping her hand between the gap in her beast's simple cotton shirt, laces undone to the middle of her chest, and cupped one of her small breasts in turn. "I like when you're beastly."

She chuckled against her freckle dusted chest. "Non. You don't. You have not seen me as a beast yet."

Her fingers rolled over Angelique's nipple, watching the edges of her shape as she held herself aloft above Catarina's bed. The creature's hand moved up to the slope of her chest, feeling with delicately curved fingers how her heart leapt there, that little space where it jumped against her skin in her excitement.

"Do you like feeling my heart?" Angelique nodded at the question, turning her hand to press her palm a bit harder against the breastbone. Just hard enough her heart beat up against the sudden intrusion and sped a little. "I have no heart of my own," said the creature, "I envy you for it."

Her lips curled and she resettled against the bed, laying her arms above her head. "Shall we play that game again?"

She couldn't see her naked brow arch in the dark, but she felt it. "Oh? Did you enjoy it last time, mon petit peau de vin?" Catarina nodded. "I liked being at your mercy." The beast chuckled low and husky. "You are always at my mercy, sweet dove." Still, her hand trailed up, nails gingerly dragging over the surface of her skin, to wrap around her throat. Catarina's thighs instinctively rubbed against one another.

"We won't be playing for awhile after this, oui? I do not want to damage that lovely lump of gray matter behind that pretty face." Catarina giggled at her words and nodded her assent. "Promise, not for a little while," she said, "Just tonight."

So she began. Angelique's thumb tapped against the carotid artery in her throat in time with her rapid pattering heartbeat. "I see your heart, snug and content between your lungs. You don't notice it most of the time, the hard work it puts in to make your cheeks flush under my gaze." Her mouth lowered to lick a stripe over Catarina's sternum. "But it feels a little slower, no? And a little slower still." As she said this, Catarina's heart did indeed slow its steady gallop, and the tapping thumb slowed its pace as well. Her breaths came a little deeper and slower, even if her head swam a bit from the sudden drop. "You can feel it open and shutter its gate with each pulse of blood. Squeezing out through your entire body. But there's less blood to go around now." So there was. Her fingers prickled with cold.

Angelique lowered her mouth to her shoulder, dragging her fangs in two little lines down the skin there. It was just enough to draw blood, and it welled up from the wounds on her tongue as she licked back up over the twin lines she'd made. "Mmh. Eager, aren't we? Your blood practically leaps for my tongue, sweet dove." Catarina slid her leg in between the creature's, spurring her back into their game. "Ah, but that workhorse behind your ribs. It's slowing down more, isn't it? A little slower. A little slower." Catarina tried to keep her angel's devil eyes in her sight, but it was hard. Her head kept nodding, her lids getting heavier, until those twin flames in the blackness of her room were distant fires. Her brain told her to breathe, her body, so accustomed to living, fought against this gentle death. Even if it wouldn't be permanent, her ancient systems, taught her entire life to keep her heart beating and her brain thinking and her lungs breathing, did not know the creature's plans. Her brain snapped orders for her lungs to take a breath and she heard the choked, snoring sound she emitted with the attempt.

Her angel brought her lips to the artery still pushing blood, valiantly trying to keep up with its one job; keep her alive. She didn't feel anything but the slight rush of cold where her fangs buried into the soft meat of her throat. The flat of Angelique's tongue rolled over her pale neck, drawing her lifeblood away from her slowing heart. There was only the slight pulling sensation to Catarina's fading awareness. Her pulse swelled against the creature's lips, each hot spurt of blood down her angel's throat providing one less ounce of life to her body.

Finally, after a few great, gulping mouthfuls, Angelique drew away just enough to whisper against the shell of her ear. "And now... it stops."

And it did.

Her heart finally slowed to a stop, pooling one last spurt of blood inside her chest before it went still. The last wisp of oxygen left her lungs in a quiet rasp, her chest falling under the beast’s hand, cupped against her ribcage once more. She leaned over her prize for a moment after, her lips still against her pulse point, reveling in the feeling of her stillness and the blood still gently leaking from the puncture wounds in her neck. She swiped out at the thin trickles with her tongue and drew back up, settling her weight against Catarina’s hips. Even in the pitch black of the room, the quickly vanishing remains of her body heat glowed like embers, and her slack face was clear enough to the beast. She’d never had a willing feed source, let alone one that liked this game.

Angelique skated her palm up from the side of her ribs to the center of Catarina’s sternum. Those gray eyes stared up lifeless into her face, but she knew awareness still lingered behind them. Even as her throat worked of its own accord and she made another one of those wet, rasping noises of a failed breath. She had enough power in her body to cave in every bone in her body, so she relegated herself to one hand as she began to pump the heel of her palm into Angelique’s still heart. The other she let drift over the girl’s cheek, slid down her jawline, skimming over the artificial pulse she was creating in her neck.

Catarina watched, both outside herself and in. She felt her ribcage bend a surprising amount without breaking, though perhaps it would. She’d liked the last time when it had, and she couldn’t so much as breathe at court without thinking of her monster. It had pleased her beyond words to bear the mark of her love in the blackened bruise of her sternum. And she had been so tender after, almost apologetic. That didn’t stop her from beating against her heart just as hard this time. She pictured the swell of blood, pulling into and pushing out of arteries, cycling back through her heart at the behest of the woman sat astride her. She wanted her to kiss her, but knew she had no breath in her own lungs to give. Catarina was only playing a corpse, while Angelique had to suffer as one.

“You’re still wet,” the creature mused. Her free hand had slid down from the artery in her throat to the one at the apex of her thighs. Her fingers moved between their bodies and found her femoral, feeling each compression against her heart push blood down through her extremities. “You are such an odd little dove.” Her fingers dragged a bit over to the side, parting her slick folds with hooked claws. But she was gentle, always gentle for her prize. She rubbed against her entrance with a knuckle, the pad of her thumb rubbing her clit in tandem, careful not to claw something sensitive.

Catarina wanted to moan, but all that came out was a croaking breath. Angelique worked her fingers over her plump lips and eased them inside, still gentle as she guided the curved talons at the end of her slender digits into her. They scraped just enough against her inner walls that she would have hissed in pain if she had any control of her vocal cords or lungs. The creature pushed harder against her ribcage now, a faster rhythm that she created with one hand and felt with the other. She preferred it when her dove’s own racing heartbeat was mirrored inside her, not the beat she made for her while the organ lay motionless inside her ribcage, but she enjoyed it never the less. Each hard pummel against her sternum made her soft, round belly pop up, tapping against her own sex, which made her shiver. Her full breasts rippled from the force of each compression, swaying to the rhythm. Angelique moved in and out of her to the beat she created for her, coaxing another strangled attempt at a breath from Catarina.

Angelique’s eyes burned like hellfire as she stared down into her prize’s unblinking gaze. “Will you come back willingly, dove? Or do you need a little more motivation?”

Catarina wanted to scream, “Yes, god, yes, I’ll refuse any attempt at revival until you kiss me. Kiss me and take me.” But she couldn’t move. She was in the hands of the vampire, just where she wanted to be. Still, Angelique seemed to hear and smiled at her desperate spirit. She leaned down, pausing her compressions, her attempts to beat life back into her, and laid her palm flat against her heart. There was nothing there, of course, and without her manually pumping blood through her ventricles the pulse in her warm cunt died too. Still, she lowered her body down so her small breasts and bony clavicle brushed against Catarina’s full bosom, her hardened nipples. Her lips parted, tongue pressing between her sharp canines and she leaned in to take her mouth. It offered no resistance, nor did it reciprocate her affection, but she went on kissing anyway, tongue probing her still mouth. Catarina’s lung shuddered with another failed attempt at breathing and she gasped into her mouth. Her fingers moved in a restless, quickening pace, drawing her muscles tighter as she neared her climax. As if joining in the growing excitement, her heart had taken up a fluttering, inconsequential cadence, too weak to draw her away from the limbo she was still caught in.

When Angelique pulled away, she smiled down at her dove, fingers flicking like a snake tongue in and out her dripping gash. “Now,” she sighed, “I think you ought to come back.” And she raised her other hand up in a balled fist. She struck Catarina between the breasts, a hollow thump reverberating as the blow landed, and Catarina arched with a massive inhalation. Her heart burst back into a racing rhythm and she came as it returned, groaning from the pit of her lungs and squirming beneath her fallen angel as she relentlessly toyed with her. She orgasmed twice, both times crying out and clutching for her strong thighs as Angelique rode astride her.

Then, as she lay panting and spent, Catarina let her lay across her body, head tucked against her chest. Unmade and made again. She smiled down at her beast and slid her arms around her.

[diaries-of-me]

the way aaron just lets her giggle over him is soooooo 😭 and he doesn’t even make it awkward, he just giggles along with the CUTEST LITTLE TOOTHY GRIN, what a Man

i just know the aunties been calling him cute his whole entire life, she’s so real

[thefirstknife]

Everyone remember the mysterious portal from Whisper of the Worm mission that changed from showing Vault of Glass to something unknown?

It's in Encore!

Right at the start, you can scale the cliff a little if you go to the left and then drop down on Vex platforms, but you can also get there if you take a wrong exit while taking the normal path right at the start when you're going through the tunnel. But when you go there at the start of the mission, there's nothing actually there.

However, when you return to the starting area while doing the second secret chest, you can come back down and then a wall will be open:

When you go in, you can see the portal. It's not active and there's no image showing on it (this remains even after you complete the chest puzzle).

When you turn around, looking from the portal back to where you came from, the image is clear:

I wonder if this is just a neat little conclusion on the hint they put in Whisper, or if something will change during the next two weeks. I would think that the portal should eventually show us the view into the Whisper mission. Maybe there will be some puzzle to do or some extra stuff that will activate the portal, it would be really cool, though it's not super necessary.

[dailynakaharachuuya]

19. Fem!Soukoku

[pixiishi]

home is where you are 🌾❤️

ID in ALT text ll flat colors under cut :3

[finngualart]

im gonna write my thoughts about this in the tags

[chronicowboy]

okay pitch for season 8. 911 redux of captain bill hader catching jake and amy making out at work and having a heart attack but gerard walks in on buck and eddie's first ever kiss which inevitably turns into more and just drops fucking dead on the spot.

[juustozzi]

I could hear the sound Distant and thin Of our hearts caving in

kinda of a continuation to the previous galaxy piece, though I'm trying to not make this grow too much...

[wlw-cryptid]

does anyone have big arms and a steady heartbeat combined w a willingness to let me lay wrapped in them for the next foreseeable 48 hours straight