#and I follow em on twt

[adventure-waffles]

Your art is so good! Would it be okay to repost it, with links to the specific posts, on Mastodon?

Typically I don't allow reposts, but since you asked nicely and I don't already post to mastodon, you may go ahead and do so :)

[beefzerky]

and suga's never letting him live this one down

[emsinof]

hello tumblr can you hear me…..

i’m emsinof on dnptwt but they get very angry over there if you talk about sex so i’m seeking refuge on dnp tumblr for the first time in 6 ish years???? (i used to be here many moons ago)

i’m rusty with how tumblr works and it’s been a hot minute since i’ve used this app consistently but i know you guys will match my freak 🙂‍↕️

a little about me: im 23, lesbian, from the uk, my pronouns are she/her <33 i write a little here and there and sometimes make art !! im freaky about sister daniel and i still haven’t recovered from dnpc slime……

excited to be here and make friends :’)))

[anartisticdreamer0]

[cc:

to: people are above the government, we-

te: I’M A PERSON!

to: -if we don’t- YOU ARE TECHNO! AND SO ARE WE!]

never forget c!tommy’s response.

(stream pov: It ends today. [DSMP] Technoblade; timestamp: 56:04)

[dismas-n-dismay]

Yuurivoice Twt <3

[railwynn]

Hey ya'll! I'll be attending Sticky Expo with my friends this weekend at Ayala Malls Manila Bay! Drop by and check out our merch!! 🐢🐙🐧

[thigh-inspectors]

happy to have some new faces in the queue. I get annoyed if i dont have enough variety and there's only a finite amount of older band pics to go excavate

unfortunately that means i have to brave the wilds of twt for new band members sometimes and i do not like that place. i usually just grab pics from the ones i follow and runnnn

[grailknightmonty]

can i offer you a galactic avian/star-canaryborne Jimmy in these trying times

something about the vastness of the space in the Aether lends itself well to the idea that there are a wide variety of subspecies of starborne the farther you travel, made from stars of all different compositions, that their appearences start to become reminiscent of the creatures of the Overworld, if not maybe even other realms entirely

[sherbovania]

CONTROL DEVIL 🩸

[pianisthowell]

whoops found my old dnp blog from when i was like 14 hello... 

is anyone here lol

[dietmimo]

🎣

[finex09]

putting this here bc idk where to put it but

There’s this person who is widely known on twitter as like, being a hater and asshole and I can almost respect the commitment to the bit (hate) but they said some unruly things abt one of my favs and I’ve been :// ever since but recently Ive bumped into them at my job and they’ve been nothing but nice and sweet to me and my coworkers it’s honestly hilarious

[yumenosakiacademy]

ngl it confuses me a bit 2 see tht ppl, like, rly h8 being recommended posts n stuff based on posts theyve liked or w/e bc as some1 who has avoided following ppl for Yrs now, i quite like it. like, i dont hav 2 go thru all the ilk in the tags of fandoms i like (theyre fucking filled w x reader bs (even when i hav the tags 4 tht Blocked :I) n txt posts idc abt anyway) n it shows me cool art n blogs tht i can quietly leaf thru.

[blue-arts-stuff]

I miss them 😢 this is also a gift for @tevanarchive on twt - bucktommy hub that archive everything from artwork, stills, vids of bucktommy there. U guys should go give em a follow. :]

[fatuifucker]

IVYYYY!! I SAW THIS NURSE SCARA AND DOCTOR DOTTORE FANART ON TWT A COUPLE MONTHS AGO AND I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE :sobs:

but like imagine going to a hospital and finding out both of em were assigned to help you feel better and they do that by fucking you…

hehehe I follow that artist so I know exactly what you're taking about! there's this one with dottore, this one where he steps on you, and a new one from a different artist

[cw: nurse! scaramouche x sub gn reader x doctor! dottore, medical malpractice, questionable actions, injections, aphrodisiacs, threesome, everything is consensual!]

tags: @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @fluffyganyu, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril

Okay sooo I really like the trope of a reader with a weak immune system so imagine that no hospital is able to help you for so long and then you're admitted to this hospital. The doctor you have been assigned to is claimed to be the best doctor in the country. You remember the first time you met him.

You're sick and tired from moving from hospital to hospital. But then you see this man — a crow-like mask covering his eyes and blue hair combed in a neat yet messy way — striding in your room while a petite man in a white and purple nurse's outfit follows him. You recognise that man as that ill-tempered nurse that has been watching over you from afar. You have mixed feelings about being in his care. As the nurse informs the doctor about your condition, the doctor flashes you a toothy smirk before taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it.

"What a poor little thing. Don't worry, from now on, you're in good hands."

Somehow the way he says it is very ominous...

Surprisingly, he rumors were true. With the doctor's specialised treatment, your condition has improved drastically. The doctor — he tells you to call him Dottore — says you can even be discharged in a few months time. It's truly a miracle but somehow...the thought of you leaving this place without seeing your nurse and doctor again arises a little pang in your chest.

Nurse Scaramouche is definitely as ill-tempered as they say. He brings you your meals with a scowl, glares at you from afar and it's like the only reason he sticks by you is to insult you for hours. One time when Dottore was giving you your medicine, you brought up the idea of changing your nurse.

"Is that so? On the contrary, I think he's rather fond of you."

"What makes you say that, Doctor?"

"He never puts this much effort to care for any of his patients. You're the first. I'd say that you...interest him."

That guy? Interested in you? You couldn't possibly picture that. But then slowly, you do realise the subtle details. From the way Nurse Scara would glare at other nurses that touched you or whispered behind your back, to the way he would 'reluctantly' comfort you when you felt miserable for being too weak to do the most menial of tasks, it's through these things that make you grow an appreciation for him.

Soon enough, you realise you're enamoured with both of them, and their feelings are mutual.

It's then when the 'treatment' becomes...promiscuous. It starts off with Dottore putting his palm on your thigh for too long, stroking it up and down way too close to your nether region or even placing his stethoscope on your chest for too long as he roams his palm around your chest for a heartbeat. Then it turns to Scara fingering/stroking you in the middle of the night when you can't sleep while you whimper for more.

This weird predicament feels so odd. Almost wrong. But you're aware they both know you want them. And when they touch you, you crave for more, you need more. It just feels so right.

One night, Dottore and Scara comes into your room with a little reward for putting up with all those exhausting treatments: a syringe filled with bright pink liquid. You recognise it since Scaramouche showed and explained to you various types of medicine to lull you to sleep after a nightmare.

"I'm scared of shots."

Dottore's chest rumbles as he chuckles. "That's fine. Scaramouche has ways of calming you down. Take off your pants and we'll do the rest."

With shaking hands, you remove your pants and sit on Dottore's lap. Immediately, Scaramouche goes to his knees and buries his face in between your legs. His tongue tastes your sex, deftly using the appendage that makes your mind go blank that you're forgetting all about the needle beside you until you feel your body become increasingly hot and you're out of breath. Dottore discards the needle, positioning you on your hands and knees.

"Hush now, we still have one more special treatment for you. A warm, filling medicine from the both of us that will instantly make you feel better."

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer doting on a mama!reader [Sneak Peek]

Le gasp! what’s this?? A baby crib and a violin… how could these two possibly relate?? 🧐

Don’t fret, the final part to my pregnant!reader fic is coming! My plan is to have it dropped by this weekend, so a nice conclusion with a decent length. sorry this took a little longer than usual!

but i think you’ll be fed with this irresistible art by a mutual of mine that’ll be thrown into the pot! Here is only just a warmup sketch, but check out the wonderful artist, indxlulu, over on twt! Go give em a follow & see their other lucifer pieces 🤭

now, take this unedited morsel of what i’ve got cooking:

Your baby couldn’t speak yet, and wouldn’t for quite awhile, which meant you had to speak for her. Usually, you attached words to the silly little faces she would make at any action you or another demon did around her.

The one time you switched her bottle from breast milk to formula, she didn’t seem too happy about it with how big of a stink eye she sent you chugging down her dinner. She was only a month and a half, but her expressiveness was that of a moody, hormonal teenager.

You spent many hours cooped up with her, sometimes, you needed to have a little fun and play puppeteer one evening as the two of you lounged on your bed.

You squished your daughters cheeks, making tiny little duck lips as you pitched your voice higher, “Yes, Mama, I promise to sleep through the whoooole night this time!”

“Wonderful,” you beamed, using your other hand to pat her approvingly on the stomach, “And you’ll drink your whole bottle without fuss?”

“Yes, Mama! And, I wi—”

“What are you doing?” An amused, velvety voice came from across your room.

You froze, turning towards the open doorway, your fingers still pinched around the babies lips as your eyes widened at the familiar face.

There, standing leisurely against his cane, was the casually dressed ‘Big Boss of Hell’. Lucifer’s blonde hair was slicked back, a few curls framing his statuesque features. Those warm, golden eyes and skin that practically shimmered against the waning daylight from your window.

He tilted his head with a soft, playful smile, as he drank in your figure. The red evening light basked the bed with a warm glow that lit your eyes up like diamonds, enhancing your maternal elegance as you bonded with your daughter.

Your love for her was obvious, and that always had Lucifer’s heart fluttering, seeing something so pure exist in such a grim world was.

Slowly, you slid off the bed, your smile widening every step closer you took towards the king as you crossed the room. Somehow, even in your melancholic state, his presence always seemed to have you energized and bouncy.

“Your Majesty,” you batted your lashes, coming to stop at the doorway before leaning casually against it.

“M’lady,” his grin widened into a wide, teeth-glinting smile as he lifted his hand to present a caramel-coated apple nestled snugly atop a thin, wooden stick. Your stomach growled on cue, and the scent that wafted to your nose had your mouth watering.

“Looks like that glow hasn’t left you yet, if I do say,” he replied, his eyes flicking across your figure before meeting your gaze again.

You only shook your head with a breath of laughter, reaching forward and plucking the delicacy from his grip and turning it in your fingers.

“Charlie says she hasn’t seen you for a few days, you really should go and get some fresh air once in a while,” Lucifer continued as you widened the doorway for him to enter, shooting you a stern glance as spoke.

Is he talking right now? You quirked a brow as he slid past, lifting the offering to your lips and taking a large, hungry bite out of the treat.

Lucifer’s eyes were on one being in particular, swaddled snuggly across the room on your bed. His gaze lingered on your daughter for a few moments, before he turned to face you again.

“How is everything going?”

“Good,” you lied.

“That’s great to hear,” his warm smile widened, and his eyes flicked back over to your daughter, before snapping back to you.

Lucifer’s cane twisting between his fingers nervously as he opened his mouth to speak, before disregarding his thoughts and clamping his mouth shut with a small huff.

You only titled your head at that, your lips curving into a more genuine smile as you watched him.

Children were such a soft spot for Lucifer, you could tell the way his demeanor changed instantly when he was in the presence of a baby. His voice turned to velvet whenever, his gentle tone gained from experience in soothing their little ears.

You couldn’t imagine how beautiful lullabies sounded with those vocals of his, the very thought making you melt like butter. Although, you haven't gotten the chance to hear them yet.

His parental instincts seemed to have resurfaced with the birth of your daughter, that natural affinity for caring for the innocent and helpless buried along with his angelic began to emerge with each passing visit.

He kept his love at a distance, at first. Almost as if he was afraid of getting attached to such a tiny being, like the emotions that came along with it were a deadly force that could take him out far quicker than angelic steel.

Was it because the baby wasn’t his? Did he think you didn’t want him around your child? Maybe, one day he assumed you’d take the baby and leave, and those growing would only break his heart along with your departure.

You just needed to prove him wrong.

That’s it for now! See you soon 🤍