#and spread his wings

[intcritus]

[ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. //Vincenzo @ Susano'o

Susano’o would admit, he’s more accustomed to yukatas or kimonos, equipped with formal haori or hakama pants. Not a suit and tie. They were rather restrictive and he absolutely just hated the fabric. That’s not to say that he does not indulge when going out to events with Vincenzo.

It was no surprise when all eyes turned to them, especially Vincenzo, he was a true beauty while the deity was simply arm candy. Which was fine honestly, he’s not really the most talkative, he liked to observe and only engage in talks when he had to. 

Halfway through, sipping from a cold glass of water, he startles when his companion tugs him into a room, deft fingers quickly loosening his tie and tugging at it because discarded it with a throw over his shoulder.

One dark brow winged up, watching pale fingers move for the button of his vest next but the deity didn’t stop him, navy eyes humored, ❝ ━ Not that I’d ever turn away your touch, but must you accost me when there are still guests just outside, Vincenzo ? They’ll think we’re consummating our wedding, or that I might be taking advantage of the host, no ? ❞ Pointer and thumb tip Vincenzo’s face up by his chin, a smirk on Susano’o’s features, ❝ ━ Were you rescuing me because you noticed I was flagging ? Or were you in a rush to get me naked ? ❞

[spaceinvadeeer]

sigh. guess fucking what.

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

laios meets milsiril

[merakiui]

many unholy thoughts about this specific image here. :)

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

solomon couldn't stand your pact marks.

well, no, that wasn't the right way to put it. he was proud, even jealous of your pacts. they were one of the many admirable things about you! he just hated... looking at them. he knew what other people thought when they saw them.

when one would see those marks on your skin for the first time, they would be able to get a glimpse at your relationship with the brothers. one of trust and respect, gathered from just a glance. meanwhile, one would have to be told about his and your relationship. one look at you couldn't decipher all the time you two have shared together, filled with chatting between classes, practicing magic for hours, and endless love.

at first, solomon tried to mitigate this with his own marks upon your skin. wearing lipstick as he placed a kiss on your neck, a few stray bite marks from your time together at night. but those, while fun, were temporary. and solomon needed something permanent.

why not a ring?

(Hope you don't mind me adding on, anon. Thank you for the delicious meal! Literally so honored to read your beautiful work! 🥹)

Getting the ring was the easy part. Getting you away from the brothers long enough to propose...was not.

The lengths Solomon went through to be able to have a private moment with you might put him in a record book as the three realms' most whipped man. With the mask of his "shady" persona secured, he lets his silver tongue weave him through these seven obstacles, the sin of each dripping from it with only you on his mind.

Swallowing his pride, breathing in greed, spitting out envy...his wrath, lust, gluttony, and sloth. A vicious rinse, repeat until he's either buttered them up or grated them down until they finally gave in. But he did it. With the day cleared of any interruptions, his plans were set in motion.

He decides to have a redo of your very first date, flying you up and walking in the sky amongst the stars. It's just the two of you against the ever inky black sky of the Devildom, a place that has become synonymous with your presence. Only this time, there are no surprise gales, no surprise drones -- just the surprise of a velvet heart-shaped box in the inside pocket of his coat.

Solomon brings up fond memories of your time together as you both near the spot he's picked to pop the question. He's filled with a giddy glee that soon you'll have something that binds you to him, something to show the world you're his.

Still, there's a little voice in the back of his head reminding him that you could say no. That perhaps he's not worthy. Does he deserve to have matching rings adorned on his and your fingers forevermore? Does he dare stand by your side as your equal when you are, in fact, so far above him?

He decides it's best not to dwell on such thoughts as this is meant to be a happy occasion, as long as all goes well.

Your feet touch the ground once he lowers you both on top of a cliff that overlooks the Devildom, the moon hanging brightly above. As you take in the magnificent sight, he lowers himself on one knee behind you, waiting with bated breath for you to turn on your own volition.

The moment you do, he knows he'll have to keep this memory stored away with his magic, just staring in awe. The moon is angled just right that it shines right behind your head like a halo. Your eyes are as wide as saucers while your jaw is slacked. With the way you look, he truly wonders if he's in the Celestial Realm.

Nervously, Solomon begins his improvised speech after clearing his throat, "my dearest apprentice, it is with great honor that I'm knelt before you tonight. I have dreamt of this moment more than I'd care to admit, yet I never thought it'd come true. But here I am, willing to give you all of me, if you're willing to give me all of you. You are the sun to my moon, the air in my lungs, the very reason why I believe I've lived so long. I was always meant to find you and work side by side to protect the human realm together. And most importantly, to love you. So, please do this old sorcerer a favor...by marrying me..."

He pulls out the ring box, opening it to offer you the ring within. The blessed box is shaking as he trembles, waiting patiently for your answer.

Happy tears spring from his eyes once you say, "yes." The ring is carefully slipped onto your finger, and a single word comes to Solomon's mind.

Mine.

[wip1502]

sky so blue

[faygos]

gosh someone sent me an ask about headcanons that got me gushing about homestuck

the ability of fans to project their unique interpretations onto characters is one of my favorite parts of homestuck. i believe its the primary reason why homestuck is STILL drawing new fans from across the globe after all these years; canon is very open and malleable. the characters are iconic yet they have few canon physical features, so you can interpret them however you like, and they are ALWAYS recognizable. and multiple universes/timelines is an integral theme in homestuck, so it's easy and natural to imagine tons of AUs and side stories and alternate timelines and endings.

i adore exploring the huge variety of headcanons and aus and art styles and pairings and cosplay and fanfiction and games and animations and merch and websites fans create! there is still stuff from years ago i havent seen, and new stuff all the time. it's an endless treasure chest of fan content, and there's a niche for every interest. i think as time goes on homestuck will continue to endure and be a crucible for people to find their unique creative voices and niches. i'm... gonna be a homestuck forever...

[yourlocalabomination]

Saw this while in the middle to drawing Ted with a ponytail-

[saym0-0]

my favourite ever guy joel toretto

idk i might like the sketch better but we ball 👍

[hawnks]

Satoru Gojo’s cursed abilities began to manifest at the age of two. By five he could read and write with ease, he could do basic arithmetic, and had better special reasoning than most adults. It was a given that his secondary traits would manifest early, and the clan was happy to welcome a dominant alpha to the family. Except—

He wasn’t.

The revelation that their messiah was an omega, frankly, appalled most of the Gojo Clan, but they wouldn’t deny their interest in a few incredibly powerful offspring.

By the time Satoru had truly and fully manifested at the age of fourteen, they had already thrown a few dozen alpha suitors his way — he had his pick of any of them, he could just drop out and raise children like a good omega. Except— he wouldn’t.

Satoru insisted on school, where it quickly became apparent that he would outclass even the strongest alphas. The clan was once again disgusted with him; the way he behaved, his strength and charisma, it simply wasn’t like an omega. He should be demure, and sweet, and happy to let everyone else order him around. Except he wasn’t.

He showed absolutely no signs of omega tendencies, except for infrequent heats, which were so mild he didn’t even need to take time off school. The clan had hopes that maybe that alpha boy he was always hanging around would get Satoru to settle down and mate, but no luck. When asked about this, Satoru said he found alphas “boring,” and would “rather drink bleach than fuck one.” The clan decided it would be best to wait a few years before broaching the topic of marriage again.

It wasn’t until his final year at Jujutsu High that Satoru showed any sign of libido at all. Lounging on the porch, ignoring his English tutor, staring out as the gardener tended to the koi pond. Then— Satoru bolted upright.

The tutor startled. “What? What is it?”

Satoru pointed. “Who is that?”

It took a second for the old man to spot who he was referring to. Someone else had joined the Gardner at the pond, peering down into the golden arc of fish. “The groundskeeper’s child.” A follow up question formed on his lips, “Why—“

Why are you interested when you’ve never shown an inkling of curiosity about anyone else in your entire life? But it died just as quick.

Satoru was staring at the gardener’s child with a look that could only be described as hungry. The shortened breath, dilated eyes, and flushed cheeks were unmistakable, although the unhinged grin he wore was a bit unusual (and unsettling). Nevermind whatever was going on below the belt.

“I want her,” Satoru said. Unshakable, bottomless lust— now that was just like an omega. Finally, he was experiencing a true heat, triggered by the presence of a potential mate.

Except—

“Gojo… that’s a beta.”

[dinoserious]

hammerin away at him

[topaz-witch-tea]

Yanqing: I’m think of moving out into the barracks for a bit. It’s closer to the training grounds and I can get more work done. You know, just until you’re fully recovered.

Jing Yuan, having seen all his friends leave him again last week: *on the verge of tears* why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to break my heart?

[nick-close]

So I realize I’ve totally been dead on this account for months, which has boring life reasons. Instead of all that you can take this tho sorry gang

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Dabi: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Dabi: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

[vellichorom]

chukar FARTridge lmao got em <- mentally ill ( featuring redraws of official art! )

[tidetower]

Dragon Mates: Seasmoke & Tessarion

Commissioned artwork by cl_pepperin // DO NOT REPOST