#ahh sorry if it sucks

[queeniehostapasta]

Oughhh b big demon man save me…

This one is a bit more obvious but it’s the Lucifer painting!! (CMON HE SAID HE SAID IT HIMSELF THAT HES THE DEVIL SO) I found obviously fits him quite literally (not naked though because Tumblr could kill me but maybe if I had a secret account or something idkkkk)

[elomelos]

Javier Ortega

for @sims4thehoes Caliente Whores Ranch

DL (sfs) all outfits complete 💚

[liquidstar]

Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting

[ticklishraspberries]

hey homieeeee

for the prompts list if you’re still accepting (just delete this if you’re not): 8 with Sokka & Zuko? you can pick who you want doing what 😊

always happy to see you feeling good and excited to write, writer’s block is poo and i love seeing you in action 💪🏻

prompt list!!

8. “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Sokka was ridiculous, and it would have annoyed Zuko if he didn't find it so stupidly endearing.

Of course, when the ridiculousness led to Zuko also looking like a fool, he wished he could see through the thick fog of love and smack Sokka away like he would if he were a normal, not-smitten man.

"Sokka, I'm seherious—Stop!" he choked out, squirming like mad beneath the other's touch.

"What's that? I can barely understand you through all those giggles," Sokka replied, grinning.

"I don't giggle!" Zuko insisted, although he knew it was a lie.

"Um, yes, you do. And it's really adorable, too, have I ever told you that? I especially love how red your face gets when I give you all these compliments," Sokka rambled on, fingers still clawing into Zuko's sides with torturous precision. "Can you stop laughing? I'm trying to talk to you. How rude!"

"You just said it was cute!" Zuko replied. Sassing Sokka in that situation was probably not his smartest move, but if he was going down, he was going down fighting (half-heartedly, of course).

"It's absolutely adorable, but you're not listening to me when you're making such adorable sounds."

"Then quit it!"

"Hmm...No, I don't think I will."

Sokka was going to be the death of him. Zuko loved it more than he let on. Of course, Sokka knew.

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

I couldn't find the source of this but LOOK HOW COOL IT IS

MINUSES! MY MINUSES! BUT EVEN COOLER! OH MY GOD ‘CAUSE IT’S LIKE THEM BUT SWAPED! THIS IS COOL WOAH!

[automatonknight]

igamey (green hoodie) belongs to my buddy @igamer12 ^__^

[localmentallyillwriter]

Fuccckkk i forgot to post this last night

I was trynna post it on my pinterest and it kept fucking turning it off, and it got rid of my Dazai and Atsushi drawing :( I think i js got annoyed and eeped instead >_<

Uhhh anyway, yk the drillll, kmssss todaayyy <3333333

Fuck people who dont like Mori or call him a ped0 or an sa'er thats actually not something to headcanon because its serious.

'Oh but he likes Elisie !!'

Yeah maybe bc its his fucking ability ??

'He said he liked the girls in his life to be under 12 !!'

Ok ?? Because hes had Yosono and Elise who are younger and easier to minipulate to work for the mafia and yk shit like that

'But hes a creep !'

Sure, whatever, but dont call him a ped0 thats js to far, a creep is fine

[escapetothelake]

vanderboom relationship headcanons

focus characters: albert, rose, frank, and leonard

warnings: a little swearing, angst, death, abusive tendencies, albert

quick timeline dump: leonard was probably between 2 and 4 years old in 1895 (when his parents married), marking his birth between 1891 and 1893. this made him between 11 and 13 when his parents died in 1904. when rose was born in 1909, he was between 16 and 18, and when he went off to war in 1914, she was 5, ad he was between 21 and 23. frank was born in 1885, meaning that he was 11 when his mother died in 1896. he was freed in 1924 when he was 39, rose was 15, and leonard was between 31 and 33. all of this is canon.

anyway, after the deaths of his family members, albert absolutely PURGED the vanderboom home of any evidence of its old inhabitants. he locked away emma's paintings, got rid of toys, and boarded up entire rooms. much of the deceased vanderbooms' belongings were either destroyed, or left collecting dust in one of the many locked rooms of the home. albert kept the house very heavily restricted, and it was very hard for anyone residing in the house (leonard and rose) to end up somewhere he didn't want them to be.

i don't see a lot of people talking about this, but albert raised leonard for ten years, and there's no evidence that they had any sort of close connection. however, albert kept him alive, and he didn't seem to harm him directly, so there's that. my headcanon is that he used leonard as something of an errand boy/servant, using him to help build the machine that would bring rose into the world, all the while keeping him in the dark about everything.

leonard could have been a very good influence on rose. he was always a really cheerful child, fond of music and stories, and he would have imparted that onto her. he lost some of his cheerfulness after the deaths of his parents, but he was still kindhearted and passionate. however, albert did not like leonard and rose spending time together, and he quickly became jealous of any affection his young daughter showed toward his nephew. eventually, albert's jealousy became too intense, and he made excuses to keep leonard away from rose (chores, etc). as such, the two children spent very little time together.

however, leonard left his mark here and there. he made some paper flowers for rose when she was little, which ended up decorating her room later. when he wasn't busy helping albert somehow and he had a moment to himself, he would sneak out to the woods behind the house (where he'd hidden the family record player and some records before albert cleared the house out) and dance his heart out to the songs he used to listen to with his parents. rose would later find the record player and keep it.

rose was only five years old when leonard left for the war. it wasn't hard for her to forget him and supress most of the memories she had of him because of how young she was, and albert was quick to hide most of the evidence that he had existed.

i think i should take a moment to further specify just how sheltered rose was. canonically, we see no friends or family (other than her father) in her life until much, much later. i believe that albert was an extremely loving father towards rose (see this post + he calls her birth "the greatest achievement of [his] life" in TPW), but he was definitely an unhealthy parent, and i believe he tried to "protect" her in his own way—by keeping her away from the ignorant and cruel outside world. hell, when leonard was younger, he was allowed to go to the city and play with the local boys and stay with them, but he was absolutely forbidden from even sharing any of that with rose. her father didn’t want him “tainting” her mind with stories of the outside world.

side note, the isolated nature of the vanderboom home makes me wonder if rose ever even saw any sort of settlement or city before she was an adult. i imagine that one would have to row across the lake to pick up food/groceries/other necessities, making me think that albert would make a monthly trip and return with a bunch of goods. this will be important later.

regardless of all of this, albert and rose were very close. she acted as his assistant for much of their time together, and he cherished the presence of the first person who truly seemed to unconditionally love and understand him. he would often give her animal bone/tooth carvings, some of his sketches to decorate her room with, and taxidermy butterflies in boxes (yes, i will do more hcs of these two. lmk if you want me to tag you in my hc posts).

anyway, according to the game, leonard returned home in 1918?? so i guess i have to work around that. leonard came home heavily drugged on painkillers, and albert fixed him up. he spent much time in isolation in a small room downstairs, recovering from his lost leg and the visions he had. these visions triggered a mental breakdown within him, and left him reevaluating much of his life. leonard (now between 25 and 27 years old) asked about rose, and albert made it very clear that he was not to go anywhere near her. realizing that the situation was hopeless and wanting to be as far away from that awful place as possible, leonard packed up and moved to the city. rose had no idea that he was even alive at this point, and she wouldn't find out until much later.

when she turned ten, weird things started happening to rose. she would feel a presence when there wasn't one, and she started to beome even more curious. one day, when albert left to get goods from wherever, she explored.. and found the ouija board and william's spirit, who tasked her with his project.

sometimes rose would try to use the ouija board to communicate with the spirits in her family, but william was always there and would overpower the rest, telling her to find the timepieces or sacrifices. sometimes he’d give her something like “BRAIN”, but she wouldn't know what to do with that. one time, she took the brain of a cadaver her father had and brought it to the ouija board, but william would not accept it.

one day in 1924 when rose was 15, albert left again to get things for the home, which needed some repairs. during this time, she found frank, who was 39, very malnourished, and mute due to the impact of his fall. rose had no clue who he was at first, but curiosity won her over (this was the first person other than her father that she could truly remember), and she took him inside to fix up. frank healed quickly as a result of drinking the immortal dog’s urine (lol), and when rose found some paper for him to write to her on, he explained who he was and what happened.

frank was incredibly knowledge-hungry and intelligent, and he started reading and poking around while rose contemplated all that she had just learned. she was more intrigued than particularly sympathetic to frank's plight, and due to her fascination with this new person in her life, she agreed to help him hide from her father.

this worked for a while. throughout his time in hiding, frank and rose learned sign language. they grew pretty close, bonded by their uniqueness and their fucked up family. however, when rose was around 16 years old, frank saw an opportunity, snuck out of his hiding place, and killed albert.

some complications began here. rose understood why frank did it, and she knew her father deserved it, but she did not exactly condone it. she didn’t stop frank, though. this would obviously put a subconscious rift between the cousins—rose was still young when the man she freed and helped to get back on his feet killed the most important person in her life, so any resentment there is understandable. she didn't hate him, but things were tense. frank appreciated her help and felt a little bad, but he'd do it all again.

rose watched in silence as frank dug a grave for albert in the family cemetary and buried him there. then, the cousins wrote to leonard, who they discovered was still around, and asked him to come. reluctantly, he did, and he was pleased to hear that albert was dead. he found that this was an opportunity to rebuild the vanderboom family and find answers.

frank remembered leonard better than leonard did frank (as he was older), but everything before frank’s fall was a bit cloudy. therefore, virtually their only connection other than blood was through rose and a mutual hatred of albert. still, this was a strong enough foundation for them. leonard did not know sign language, so frank began carrying around a chalkboard to write on while he learned, and rose would occasionally interpret as well.

oof, i don't envy leonard and rose. when they were young, they were the only children around, so they each saw the other as the sibling they never had. but as adults, they discovered they actually were (half) siblings. it's surreal. rose reminded leonard of his mother, but he still felt some uneasiness about her origins. he knew it wasn't her fault, but he couldn't really help it. he instead tried to redirect that anger towards albert, the man who orphaned and then raised him while having the audacity to lie to him the whole time.

leonard went out to the forest to see if his old record player was there. it was, and he and frank brought it inside. rose told him that she found it, and he explained that he had left it out there to keep it safe from albert. they turned it on, and for the first time in decades, the vanderboom home was filled with music.

leonard loved dancing as a boy. however, it frustrated him that he couldn't move as easily as he used to be able to because lost his leg. he was a more bitter man with his injury and the knowledge of albert’s crimes, and rose trying to help him dance initially angered him. however, when he calmed himself down, he decided to give it a try. she had to support him a lot, and they tripped several times, but eventually they managed a steady sway. he was grateful, and he began to improve both on his own and with rose over time. getting back one of his passions helped him heal and made him a much happier man.

frank saw rose and leonard’s connection through dancing, and he got it in his head to offer her a dance as an olive branch. it was kind of her and leonard’s thing, but she agreed. eventually, it became something they could all share together. soon, many nights were spent dancing, listening to leonard's stories of the outside world, and laughing to the dramatic sign language jokes frank did to make his cousins laugh. the vanderbooms were no ordinary family, not anymore (and perhaps not ever), but at least they were a family again in the first place.

[veliseraptor]

Been ruminating on possible permutations of yi city again recently and honestly I think due to his guilt complex Xiao Xingchen might have an easier time 'forgiving' (put in quotes bc forgiveness as a concept is not always entirely applicable to xuexiao) Xue Yang for tricking him into killing Song Lan, compared to if Xue Yang just straight-up killed Song Lan himself. What are your thoughts on this?

oh hmmmm. been turning this one around in my head for a bit (since you sent this ask) and thinking, because I think...hm. I don't know that "forgive" is the word I'd use here, even in the loosest sense. I actually don't think that, when it comes to Xiao Xingchen's feelings about how he was tricked into killing Song Lan, he even ever processes to the point of feeling anything coherent about Xue Yang's role in it. I think he gets as far as "my beloved companion is dead" > "I'm responsible for his beloved companion's death" and never takes the extra step to "Xue Yang is responsible for me killing my beloved companion." which is what destroys him! or at least a big chunk of what does. not what Xue Yang did (or not just that) but what Xiao Xingchen did.

this is not to say I don't think Xiao Xingchen is very upset (understatement) by what Xue Yang has done, or that he doesn't recognize his culpability. just that I think in that moment Xiao Xingchen is much more preoccupied with his own culpability than anything else.

I do think that Xue Yang's responsibility for Song Lan's death is one of the highest hurdles to clear in any speculative scenario where things aren't immediately cut off by Xiao Xingchen's death, in terms of, like, any kind of continuing relationship between Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang that's not solely antagonistic. more even than the other murders, though I think Xiao Xingchen would feel a little bad about that. if Song Lan is conscious and independent I think that can mitigate some of the anger, but I don't think it erases it.

but I also think that Xiao Xingchen would not view Xue Yang's actions as a mitigating factor in his own guilt. for Xiao Xingchen, the fact that Xue Yang manipulated him into killing Song Lan by mistake vanishes in the enormity of the fact that he killed Song Lan. the argument that could be made that Xiao Xingchen was nothing more than Xue Yang's weapon, and as culpable as a weapon would be (the same argument Wei Wuxian makes about Wen Ning, actually), wouldn't mean anything to Xiao Xingchen in terms of absolution.

I don't think Song Lan would feel that way. but Xiao Xingchen would, and I don't know that there'd be any talking him out of it. possibly he could live with it, given compelling enough reasons to do so, but he would never forgive himself, or believe that he wasn't at fault.

so I guess...it's not so much that Xiao Xingchen forgives or doesn't forgive Xue Yang, it's that the blame he would place on Xue Yang about Song Lan's death is completely drowned by the blame he places on himself.

I think if it had just been a matter of the murdered villagers, that might not be the case. I think, with that knowledge, Xiao Xingchen would be more capable of separating out his own responsibility from Xue Yang's (though...still not great). But everything with Xiao Xingchen's Song Lan feelings, particularly his preexisting Song Lan guilt feelings, is so big and personal and cuts so deep that Xiao Xingchen can't make those distinctions anymore.

[aesthetography]

- the golden hour -

[rosietrace]

HELLO ROSIE [SMILE OF COMPLETE DERANGEMENT] i offer you Keres and Byeol-bit for ships

Keres is mostly a quiet and work oriented individual who wants to help others, despite their insecurities and oddities they get very excited and talkative about things they enjoy.

Byeol-bit is a pop sensation, a lovely young woman who loves her fans...On the surface that is, she's extremely prideful, a liar and a sadist. Enjoys her fame for attention but she works smart knows when to strike.

HELLO HELLO, M E R C I E 😈😈😈

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Keres

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ

For Keres, I..... I offer Davis 🧍‍♀️...... I've gone insane, haven't I- 💥🔫

I like the idea of Keres' quiet and work-oriented nature being contrasted with Davis' being... Complete opposite 💀 My man hates doing political affairs, but at least he's good at it,,,, He's way too vocal about his opinion, though. Depends on the person he's talking to.

Davis would find Keres' interests amusing, and as prideful as he may come off? If Keres ever decides to go on a tangent about their interests, he's willing to listen to all of it. No questions asked.

Anyone who talks shit about Keres boutta meet the wrath that is Davidson Novellion 😭 he brings a sword everywhere he goes, he isn't afraid of potentially going apeshit in order to protect them.

Byeol-bit

..... I'm offering Camilla, for the funnies. I have absolutely no reason to do so, outside of the possibilities that could erupt for their relationship 😭

Cami honestly wouldn't give a shit about Byeol-bit's prideful nature..... Because she's gonna balance it out with her bitchiness /j

Both women know when to strike when the time is just right, and depending on the situation, they may or may not be able to use each other and their talents to a certain degree.

..... Maybe get Byeol-bit away from Cami when she's singing, however. As an idol, she'd probably die inside hearing Cami straight up murder several birds within a 15 miles radius /j /j the Disney princess life was not for Camilla 😔

[surlynotaperson]

Lip sync practice lol

Interpret however you want

[takemetotheastralagain]

free cat outside if I can catch it. maybe even 3

[makismei]

cw: pleasure dom toji!!!, overstim, he’s sweet, squirting. 18+ content, penetration, little hint of anal play, fingering, oral f! receiving, established relationship

“baby, chill out,” he scolds, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you back. he knocks your legs open and you whimper, resisting.

“tojiii,” you whine, all drawn out and pretty, “please, it’s too much, i can’t cum.”

he scoffs, wet fingers rubbing against your pussy. your body locks up and he holds back a groan at the tears in your eyes. “it’s only too much because you can’t stay still. you did this to yourself, doll.”

you shake your head, stubborn as ever. “‘s not my fault! you just suck!”

eye twitching, toji presses two fingers inside without warning. “i think i’ve been too nice to you, baby.” he hums, scissoring his fingers and relishing in the way your back arches. “look at ya, talking back to me.”

he thrusts his digits, forcing your leg to open wider, while his thumb massages your clit. he presses down, applying pressure and making out little shapes.

you wriggle, tears pooling in your eyes like the drama queen you are. “no! not like thaaaat!”

“why, baby?” he questions, “you cum so quick when i have ya like this.”

you whine loudly, legs starting to shake. toji licks his lips, eyes training hungrily on your cunt. you’re almost there, but you’re fighting the urge to cum, knowing it pisses him off.

it makes him regret the fact he used to make you hold back your orgasms, only letting you cum if he said so—because now look, you’re using it against him.

but toji is competitive and he loves to win.

so he crooks his fingers just right, hooking onto that one spongey spot that guarantees his victory every. single. time.

“yeah,” he goads, watching your body suddenly lock up and wetness spew from your pussy like a geyser, “‘s what i thought.”

he rubs your pussy, just to make your squirt splash around. it’s humiliating, how he toys with your body and forces you into endless pleasure until you go stupid.

but you love it, despite the fact you like resisting, toji knows all too well that it’s just an act.

you turn onto your side, quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

wordlessly, he manhandles you onto your knees, shoving your face into the mattress. you moan at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy, muffling a scream when his lips latch onto your swollen clit and suck, his tongue playfully flicking your little bud.

he alternates between nibbling and sucking, reducing you to a babbling, incoherent disaster.

“cumming!” you warn, more squirt splashing shamelessly onto his face and all over the sheets. you fall forward, head turned to the side and panting.

“what a mess,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “aren’t ya ashamed?”

it’s teasing, but you’re so turned on. you hike up your knees again, wiggling your ass enticingly. you look over your shoulder, pouting. “‘m sorry, toji. didn’t mean to be messy.”

“sorry?” he asks, frantically you nod. burly hand slides up and down his cock, catching your slit and using your fluids as lube. his gaze flits to you momentarily, “yer really sorry?”

you nod again, squirming, “i am! m’ so sorry.”

toji grins, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, “then cum for me again, c’mon, hurry.”

you yell, arms unable to hold yourself up.

he plows into you mercilessly, fingers digging into the plush of your ass. your eyes widen when you feel his thumb on your other hole, rubbing it teasingly.

“what if i put my thumb in here, baby? what do you think will happen?” you feel a line of spit hit your ass, his thumb collecting it before returning to teasing your other hole. “remember your little treasure chest? swore i saw some plugs in there..”

weakly, you try to support yourself on shaky arms, moaning incoherently. “i— toji, i… ahh, mmph!”

you fall back down, face first, and he just laughs, “s’ okay, you don’t have’ta say anything. ya know why?” he goads, thrusting just a little bit harder, teasing you. “‘cause your little pussy is telling me all i need to know.”

toji groans and it’s loud, feeling your cunt squeeze down, trying to milk him for everything he’s worth. “that’s right,” draping himself over your back, his hand sneaks its way to flick your bud, relishing in your squeals and they way your body squirms.

“cum, pretty, c’mon,” he breathes, leaving spit-soaked kisses on your back, “need ya to feel good for me.”

he sings praises in your ear when he hears you gush all over the already damp sheets, moaning into your skin as his thrusts grow sloppy, before he’s dumping wads of hot cum into your battered pussy.

“fuck me,” he sighs, dragging his lips along your shoulder blades and nape, hips still pushing into your ass.

you’re whining, tears blurring your vision as you ride out the pleasure toji relentlessly gives. you’ve fallen into prone bone, too fucked out to utter words besides incoherent babbles.

his hands find purchase beside your head, dropping to his forearms, but refusing to pull out but littering your skin with feverish kisses, “did so good for me, sweets.”

he’s reassuring, knowing it’s intense for you. but toji has a mean streak that he likes to keep up, so naturally he’s teasing. “my baby, so fucked out, huh? it’s okay, you’re so cute like this. always so sweet after i dick you down enough.”

he pulls out, knocking your legs apart to watch his cum drool out of your slit. “mm, yer perfect, baby.”

you flop onto your back, pinching toji’s arm and refusing to look him in the eye. he grins, “what? you want a kiss?”

you nod slowly, cheeks burning. he just knows you too well.

but he complies, all too easily. it’s you, after all.

swallowing up your little moans, he devours your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. burly hands cup your face, opening his eyes to see yours squeezed shut. he grins, biting your lower lip when he pulls away.

rough thumbs wipe your teary cheeks. “there’s your kiss, baby. you happy?”

“yeah…” you mutter, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. “another one?”

he smiles and it’s warm and full of love, leaning down, toji brushes his lips against yours. “sure doll, anything you want.”

[emperorcartagia]

nw: sic transit vir :)

[razs-archetype]

I love creating but to create I have to get over the deep-rooted fear of everything I ever make being horrifically cringy and edgy in all the worst ways.