#bat the loml

[sttarzoid]

Idk if ppl post edits over here but I like this one so who cares

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Rénjiān Zhì Wèi Shì Qīng Huān (Love Actually)

WANG YIBO as Zhai ZhiWei (2017)

And a little treat for all you thirsty bitches

[shijimamei]

wanted to know if the blood curse was in shining nikki as well, accidentally said it out loud so i had to explain to my brother about the blood curse in love nikki and how fucked up the lore in shining nikki is and how much violence & death is in this cute little dress up game :)

[ryan-waddell11]

I understand why the bats nibbled on this man’s neck

[polarisjisung]

really got some of the best styling, deepest voice and fastest rap we've heard from jisung through nct nation

[syluss-littlecrow]

better than the devil

<sylus x fem!reader>

where you find out if Sylus really has horns, and why he avoids letting you touch them

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink (i mean bro is PACKING), breeding kink, sylus’s horns are ✨sensitive✨, dirty talk, sexual tension, missionary, a fuck ton of horn play, horny horns, cumming untouched, orgams galore!, so much cum♡

w/c: 2.9K

a/n: gotta thank the loml @bro-atz for helping me with this a little ehehehe >:) I hope this destroyed yall as much as this destroyed me to write it!!🥹

They say he takes the form of some dragon-like creature—with large black horns and wings. 

The first time you witnessed it with your own two eyes was when he choked out a serpent wanderer ten times his size before it got to you. You were semi-conscious at that point of time, the fatigue threatening to take over, but you had caught a glimpse of his silhouette—two thick appendages that curled proudly past his dirty silver hair, and large wings that hung off his back—before you blacked out. 

“Staring at me isn’t going to get any of your curiosities satisfied”, Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts. Your gaze flickers to his face, but Sylus has his eyes on his phone. 

Then his gaze shifts to you. 

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?”

Of course, you couldn’t just tell him outright that you wanted to see him magically grow his horns out of his head. You doubt even Luke and Kieran have seen it themselves. 

“Your horns.”

Sylus lowers his phone onto his lap, then he cocks an eyebrow, which turns to a furrow in seconds. 

“What gave you the idea that I grew horns?” He asks, his tone laced with mock and caution. His attention is fully on you now. 

Yeah, maybe that was not a good question to ask. Then again, being around someone as direct as Sylus had made you pick up his mannerisms quite a fair bit. 

“Nothing really”, you brush off, attempting to derail the conversation before something goes wrong. “I’m just curious.”

“Talk”, Sylus demands, albeit in a soft tone. “I’m listening.” 

His crimson eyes burn a hole into your head, and you now only realise the way he has you cornered on his couch, his large frame looming over yours. 

You sigh, realising he’s not about to let it go anytime soon. 

“A few weeks ago, during one of the battles we had, where I almost died-“

“Get to the point, sweetie”, Sylus cuts, seeing through your guise. 

You pout. “Right. Before I blacked out, I saw you appear right in front of me, with horns.”

Sylus raises his eyebrows, seemingly in amusement. “You sure you weren’t hallucinating?”

He earns a smack on his chest. You’re ready to let him disprove you further or whatever, but your body jolts when you feel Sylus snake his arms around your waist before he carries you effortlessly off the corner of the couch and onto his lap. 

You watch his eyes grow soft when he locks his gaze with yours. His expression is unreadable.

Your eyes widen in amazement when the thick pair of horns curl past his locks, the black a stark contrast with his white hair. He looks like he’s wearing bows in a funny, demonic type of way. Not that he has to know that. 

You continue to stare at his horns, visually taking in the rough yet smooth texture and patterns that run downwards as the horns grow thicker towards the base. 

“What are you really?” You wonder aloud, your fingers reaching out to feel the interesting texture of his horns, only for him to pull away quickly.

“It’s not the right time for you to know”, he replies curtly. You notice the glint of concern in his eyes, shrouded under the indifferent expression he wears. 

So you decide to leave it for now, at least. 

Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop you from annoying the ever-loving shit out of Sylus about his horns once you found out about it.

He would stare at you with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering that he should have never told you about his horns, only for you to bat your eyelashes at him, much to his annoyance. 

“At least let me touch them if you’re not gonna tell me more about them”, you would whine. With a frown, he would push your forehead with a finger, giving you his standard answer.

"No."

“Then could you at least tell me why you won’t let me touch your horns?”

He would rest his thumb and index finger on his chin, feigning a thinking stance before his expression drops deadpan and then the curt answer leaves his lips.

“No.”

You’re putting this right next to when you were fighting for your life to get that fucking brooch months ago. 

While the thought continues to eat into your curiosity, you mostly let Sylus off the hook after a while. For some reason, you’ve been noticing that Sylus has been walking around his mansion with his horns freely out. Maybe because he’s shown you his full horns once that’s why?

Or he’s just straight-up taunting you. 

You feign nonchalance, only stealing glances at the thick appendage that stood out against his pale locks from time to time, but never really bringing it up to him, for now at least.

You hear the raindrops patter against the large windows of Sylus's room one afternoon. At least the heavy clouds are hiding the sun on top of the dark curtains drawn, and it makes Sylus's rest a little more comfortable. 

He's sound asleep beside you on his bed, but you're seated up on your phone, the sound of the rain also slowly luring you to grow sleepy. You stretch a little, careful not to wake the male beside you. Sylus grunts softly, and you feel his hair tickle your thighs.

Through your peripherals, something catches your attention. The black on white is undoubtedly hard to miss.

Now that Sylus seems dead asleep, you're considering taking a chance to take a closer look at his horns, and maybe even touch them. 

Carefully, you shift your weight closer to Sylus, monitoring his expressions and movements. When the coast is clear, you lean closer, staring at his horns with much amazement. It's a lot different now that you're this up close to admire them. 

His horns aren't simply a simple shade of jet black–at different angles, you notice how the scales of his horns shimmer like an oil spill under the soft light. Close up, the base of his horns are thick, and as it extends, it curls, almost fully wrapping around his head. 

“So pretty”, you mutter to yourself. Your fingers are reached out as if by instinct, barely inches away from touching his pretty crown. 

You pause, weighing the risks of attempting to touch his horns. How fucked would you be if you actually did? 

Your eyes scan Sylus’s calm sleeping face. He doesn't seem to have even noticed his horns have grown out. 

“It’s just a little touch, he won't feel it anyways”, you convince yourself softly, your resolve firming as your curiosity begins to bubble over your rationale.

You let your fingers brush his horn, feeling the cold and scaly texture beneath your fingertips. Your eyes are sparkling in amazement even more, now that your curiosity has been satisfied. You press your fingertips onto the appendage, enjoying how nice and cool it feels to the touch.

Just then, you hear Sylus groan slightly. Your hand immediately retracts before you fully freeze, watching the way he presses his head against your leg, his eyebrows slightly scrunched before it returns back to relaxed. 

Close call. 

You obviously don’t learn your lesson, because your fingers are on his horns almost immediately once more. You grow more curious about the feeling of running your palm across his horns this round. 

So you do.

Your hand starts from the thick base, and you stroke it, following the horn's curl, enjoying the way the texture of the scales run smooth under your palm.

And then Sylus makes a sound beneath you. You squint in curiosity, wondering if you heard it right.

So you run your hand from his tip to the base this time. 

And this time, Sylus lets out another moan. You definitely did not hear wrong. 

Your cheeks are slowly flushing when you realise what you're doing to him. But for some reason, it makes you want to do it more.

So this is why he doesn't want you touching his horns? 

With a cheeky smile, you run your fingers along his horns in various ways and places, eliciting more pretty and erotic reactions from Sylus. 

You giggle to yourself, trying to ignore how he's making you aroused with all the noises he's making with every stroke you give his horns. 

You want to go for the next round, wondering how far you can take this.

Obviously not very far, because the next time you do, Sylus’s hand catches your wrist before you're about to touch his horns again.

He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, pink dusted on his cheeks and his breathing shallow.

“Are you having fun, kitten?” He asks with a frown.

Fuck.

You feign a smile, trying to wave your hand from his grip, of course, your attempts futile. 

Sylus’s other arm curls around your thighs, locking you from leaving the bed while Sylus lets his sleep leave his body from the rude interruption. 

“Denying me of satisfying my curiosity only makes it worse”, you shrug. Well, if only Sylus had just let you have a little touch…

The corner of Sylus’s lips pull up to a half smirk. 

“Right”, Sylus replies, a hint of annoyance and something else laced in his tone before he shifts above you in one swift motion, trapping you underneath him on his bed. 

“Then, I'm sure you don't have to be reminded that actions have consequences?”

You swallow hard. 

His hand that grabbed yours is placed on his chest, and he forces you to trail down his body, feeling his thick chest, then his abs under your touch, all the way down until he stops you right on his thick erection.

“You should take responsibility, don't you think?” Sylus asks with a raised eyebrow. 

You know it's pointless even attempt to escape when he’s devouring your lips like he hasn't eaten in days. It's so intoxicating. You would never admit your greed, but Sylus knows you well enough to feed you so good. You want to pull him so impossibly close.

In between breathless kisses, your warm hands trail from his biceps to his shoulders, to his neck, and right to his hair.

You test waters–letting your fingers rake through his hair, grazing the base of his horns. You get his green light when he doesn't swat you off, on the contrary, it makes Sylus grow more desperate in the kiss.

You confidently stroke his horn, from base to tip once more, and the moans that leave Sylus’s lips sound like fucking heaven. 

His crimson eyes finally meet yours, and he almost looks like he's in pain. 

“If you keep doing that–ngh–” Sylus trails off with another strained moan when the sensation of you stroking his horn buzzes right to his cock that he has shut his eyes to hold back. 

“This?” you tease, sliding your palm down to his base once more, rubbing the scaly appendage, watching him failing at trying to keep his composure. 

“Fuck”, he hisses, diving into your lips once more, eating you up. 

He pulls away briefly, pressing his lips just below your ear.

“You’re gonna be taking responsibility, kitten.”

He presses himself close onto you, so close that you feel his cock just pulsing against your pelvis, only separated by his black sweats. Sylus takes your chin in his fingers and steals your breath away once more, uncontrollably grunting with every stroke your hands play with his horns. You feel his cock twitch, then pulse before the feeling of warmth spreads across your skin, accompanied by a long, drawn out moan in your mouth.

It makes you dizzy with bliss, realising what you've done to him. 

Sylus pulls away once more, catching his breath, his eyes reflecting something more feral when you met his. 

But all you do is flash a cheeky smile at him, letting your fingers caress his cheek. 

His fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and he yanks them off, almost growing feral for the second time when his eyes meet the sight of the way your pussy is glistening so much that a wet and thin string of arousal sticks itself in between your pussy and your soaked panties. 

Well, Sylus is holding the short end of the stick anyway, because when he tugs his sweats down, your heartbeat accelerates as your eyes land on his cock–thick, red and completely covered in white and thick cum, some staining his underwear, twitching slightly with dribbles of cum seeping past his cockhead when the fabric brushes past his balls. 

He looks so fucking delicious when he's messy like that. Shit.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, staring at me like that”, he teases. He doesn't even look embarrassed.

“Maybe I should play with your horns more often”, you reply with a smile. Sylus narrows his eyes at you, his expression mixed with annoyance and affection. His fingers press against your soaking clit, enjoying the way the smile on your face gets wiped, replaced with a contorted expression of pleasure when he rubs it in slow circles. 

“I’m strongly against that idea, sweetie”, Sylus responds, leaning in to take in the expression of your mind slowly growing dumb and blank just from his slender fingers rubbing you out. “It’ll give you a little too much leverage over me.”

Through the hazy and building pleasure, you still manage to reply, “that's the whole point.”

Sylus only smiles at your reply, his fingers leaving your clit. You're about to protest, that is, until he grabs you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, then pressing your knees to your chest, before his wet cock slowly enters you from below. He watches your face contort in pleasure–your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowed–while soaking in the fucking delicious feeling of your cunt warm and wrapped around his cock. 

“S-so good”, you whimper, his fullness knocking out any ounce of breath and sense out of you at a dangerous pace the his cock inches even deeper into you.

“Such a nice and warm pussy hole”, Sylus grits, pushing himself even deeper, his control slipping when he's buried himself all the way in. “Fuck, you're so good for me, kitten.”

You're clawing his pillows when Sylus starts fucking you, and you're looking at Sylus with such a glazed out expression–and you know it drives him fucking crazy. His palm rests on the bulge that his cock is pushing every time he enters you, and it makes your thighs shake. Your moans grow in pitch and tone on top of the sounds of lewd wet skin slapping. 

He lets you wrap your legs around his waist in return for letting him scatter love bites across your neck.

So you decide that it’s the perfect time to aim for his sensitive spots once more.

Your fingers tug against his scalp, then alternating to stroking his horns once more, throwing Sylus into another round of pleasured daze. 

You feel his cock fill you up even more, and it makes you greedy to how far you can push it.

“I really should make you regret this”, Sylus mutters, failing to suppress another groan when your fingers scratch against the base. 

His thrusts become more like ruts, his cockhead hitting your g-spot over and over as payback. Sylus sprouts a satisfied smirk as he watches you completely come undone on his cock. You throw your head back while stars flicker in and out of your vision. The pleasure is growing so fucking good that you're choking on your moans too. 

“Right there! Fuck, that feels so fucking good, Sylus”, you sob through wet lashes and heavy pants. 

Sylus is mesmerised by your pretty expressions and the pretty sounds you always make for him when he's breaking you apart. 

Maybe you finding out about his sensitive horns is his punishment for indulging in these sick pleasures. Nonetheless, he still wouldn't have any other way.

Your hands find his horns once more, and he falters for a split second. But he doesn't shake you off since he's much too focused on trying to force an orgasm out of you.

Your pussy squeezes him before it starts uncontrollably fluttering against his cock. Ah, his goal is slowly being fulfilled.

As your orgasm dangles above you, you react with periodical squeezes on his cock and his horns, which definitely draws a much larger reaction from Sylus. 

“So close”, you whine, your orgasm slowly filling the crevices of your brain, plunging you deep into pleasure. Your cunt clenches on his cock, and you unintentionally yank his horns.

Sylus fucking growls, pressing himself so fucking deep into you, his cum fucking spurting into you–so much that some is leaking out from your plugged pussy hole and onto the bed. 

He pulls his cock out momentarily, letting his cum ooze from his cockhead, his eyes darting to the loads seeping out of your hole, before he slides his cock into you once more. You gasp at the fullness, another squeeze to his horns, which only stimulates Sylus once more, and his cock fills you up with another warm and sticky load. 

He’s panting, but he musters his energy to meet your eyes. 

“Sweetie”, he calls out to you amidst his dick attempting to take over his brain. “If you don't get your hands off, your pussy won't be able to hold anymore, I guarantee.”

He's met with a fucked-out and sly grin from his partner. 

“And I thought you enjoyed challenges.”

Sylus scoffs at your comment, realising that he really has to teach his kitten a lesson to not touch things that aren't hers.

[immortalsins]

his sweet 16 featured liver treats & salmon paste, then cat milk from one of my great-great-grandmother's bone china saucers because my mum & i thought that would be funny

supposed to be studying but today could be my cat's last birthday :')

[khaylin27]

The Tortured Poets Department

khaylin27's version

fortnight (ft. post malone) - jason todd x reader

2. the tortured poets department - george russell x wolff reader

3. my boy only breaks his favorite toys - jake seresin x reader

4. down bad - daniel ricciardo x reader

5. so long, london - carlos sainz x norris reader

6. but daddy i love him - fernando alonso x stroll reader

7. fresh out the slammer - oscar piastri x norris reader (part three to so long, london)

8. florida!!! (ft. florence + the machine) - logan sargeant x reader

9. guilty as sin? - oscar piastri x norris reader (part two to so long, london)

10. who's afraid of little old me - bat family x reader

11. i can fix him (no really i can) - logan howlett x grey reader

12. loml - carlos sainz x norris reader (part five to so long, london)

13. i can do it with a broken heart - lewis hamilton x pop star reader

14. the smallest man who ever lived - tim drake x reader

15. the alchemy - oscar piastri x norris reader (part four to so long, london)

16. clara bow - piastri-norris reader (part six to so long, london)

[sttarzoid]

She's so gorgeous I love her sososo much yall don't understand ☹️☹️

Edit: Art creds to @/ chaoslose for the 3rd pic!!! I didn't realize it was fanart before-- just got it from pinterest and thought it was an official panel

[circe-butbetter]

maoe rj8sthe utnro pist

seems to be a popular demand so alright☝️

Welcome to my blog cunts and bitches /lh

My name is Jana, or circe call me either idm

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poly, bisexual,

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More about me!

Interests: marauders, five nights at freddies, Greek mythology, deranged old stories, gory books or gory shows, cannibalism as a concept/metaphor, murder massacres, true crime, fun facts, outer banks, the hunger games, human rights, politics, music, shameless, arcane ,I'll add when I think of more

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@garden-of-runar my platonic partner, my sun, my poet, the melody to my kuromi, the bunny to my fox, the remus/james to my sirius, the loml (/p) ITS RUNAR GUYS RAHHH chaotic but wonderful nonetheless 💞💞💞 meeting them was a pleasure and honor🗣 andandandnad guys you need to check runar out she's a wonderful person to know (#chaotic gardens of deer and bunnies. (Check out the tag I made for him ))

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[opaloharas]

halloween with gilf miguel

happy halloween ! i am returning again with my favorite man ever, gilf miguel the loml. this is just another stand-alone drabble while i plot and scheme. thank you to @bluesidez and @slushycoookie for being gilf miguel lovers 2 & 3 ~

warnings: Miguel being fluffy and cute, trick or treating, fluff, MIGUEL MAKING A SUGGESTIVE COMMENT AT THE BEGINNING, suggestive ending too, not proofread rlly, uh like i said before, gilf miguel is 55 reader is like late twenties early thirties and are in love. this is self indulgent.

as always, if you are a minor, please DO NOT engage w my content!

divider from @anitalenia!

Halloween was Miguel’s favorite holiday. It has been ever since he was little and when his mother would make him little costumes- either Frankenstein’s creature, a little prince, or his favorite costume: a vampire.

So, it was no surprise that even at 55, he wasn’t feeling a little bit like a child as he got ready for tonight.

He finished adjusting his blood red tie, fixing his shirt to make sure his belt buckle of a bat was showing. He quickly looked in the mirror, fixing the strand of full pepper hair that fell into his face.

“Miguel!” You called, resting against the stair rail, looking up to where your shared bedroom was, “Gabriela will be here soon with Fernie!”

Miguel put an extra pep in his step, eager to take his grandson trick-or-treating for the first time ever. He grabbed his wallet and the little candy bag he bought for his grandson- claiming they were going to get two tons of candy so a new bag was needed.

He stepped onto the stairs, holding his arms out, showing off his costume. With a grin, he adjusted his long black velvet cape that was brushing against his slack covered ankles.

“I vant to eat your pussy!” He spoke in a mock Dracula voice causing you to roll your eyes and beckon him to come down the stairs.

“That’s getting you sent to the nursing home.” You joked, shaking your head, showing off your Tinkerbell costume, which was just a pastel green cardigan, white pants, and a little green bow on your head. Halloween was never your strong suit when it came to throwing together a makeshift costume. Your makeup was applied perfectly, and even though Miguel instantly wanted to cancel the plans for tonight to make a mess of it, he decided against it, settling for planting a little kiss on your forehead when he was on the second to last step.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed softly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “My Tinkerbell.” He hummed, trying to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang. Instead of feeling disappointed, his heart raced with excitement, his face lighting up as he walked quickly to the front door.

“Good evening.” He spoke in a spooky tone, looking down at his daughter and his grandson who was dressed as a sloth. “Mijo, where is your spooky costume?” He asked, feeling a little disappointed but was still excited about spending time with his only grandchild.

Gabriela rolled her eyes and hugged her dad, “Fernie needs to be home by eight. At the latest. And I am sorry if his costume is not spooky enough for you, he is five and he likes animals.” She nodded, moving to steal a handful of candy from the jack-o-lantern basket that was in the foyer, ready to be placed on the front porch.

While her and Miguel exchanged a few words about ‘letting the boy wear a scary costume’ and several more complaints from Gabriela, you decided to introduce yourself to the little man of the evening. “Hi, Fernie, I am your grandpa’s friend.” You squatted down to his level, watching as he looked you over with a look that resembled Miguel’s ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, the boy hopped onto you, holding onto you demanding to be carried around. He yelled an enthusiastic ‘bye mama!’ to his mother before yapping about how much he loved his costume. Miguel looked at the two of you, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

You rested your hand on his back, sensing his disappointment, ��Come on. There are so many houses we need to get to..” You hummed in a soft tone before guiding everyone back outside, a bright smile on your face.

Trick-or-treating with his grandson was everything that he could imagine. Despite it being unseasonably warm, and maybe Miguel having to take off his cloak that made his costume a little less… exciting.

Regardless…

The childish joy and enthusiasm radiated throughout your party and seeing Fernie’s bright smile as he got handfuls and handfuls of full-sized candy bars (ones Fernie claimed he only saw in movies), sour gummies, and various other sweets.

“Let’s go to this house!” Fernie cheered, his little legs running up a long and bending driveway, trees decorated with little witch and ghost decorations. Miguel kept up a good pace behind him, “Fernando! Do not get out of my sight! You are dressed as a sloth! You need to be slow!” He called after the young boy, causing him to stop and give his grandpa his sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Fernie looked at you, holding his hand out, “Since grandpa is slow, will you come with me?” He pouted, causing you to wave your hand.

“Patience, honey, he is holding your big bag of treats! You would not want him to drop that, would you?” Your voice soft and kind, and you watched as Fernie stopped and waited rocking back and forth on his feet.

The venture up the driveway was short after Miguel caught up, placing his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you to the front door.

“Trick or treat!” You all chimed in unison, causing the owner of the house to smile, “What a lovely family!” She chimed, gracing Fernie with three handfuls of sweets, before the little boy ran down the driveway eager to get to the next house, leaving you and Miguel behind to catch up.

Before too long though, you were holding him, carefully rocking the small child as you walked, Miguel holding the massive bags that were bursting at the seams with sweets.

“So, how was your first trick-or-treating endeavor with him?” You asked softly, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes.

He glanced down at you, warmth filling his heart. He never thought that he would be able to feel anything even relating to love again.

“You know… it probably has been twenty or so years since I have been out in Halloween festivities like this. I remember the day that Gabriela told me she was too grown up to go get candy. Lydia told me not to be discouraged or upset. But, still. My baby was growing up. Still didn’t deter me from decorating. But, that is neither here nor there.” He shrugged, “This has to be one of my favorite nights though. I am with two wonderful people I never imagined I would be with.” He flashed you one of his famous smiles, the one that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly.

Warmth filled your face, and now you were not sure if it was the unseasonably warm autumn night or your lover’s sickly sweet words. “Miguel, I cannot stress how wonderful and amazing tonight has been. Thank you for trusting me and granting me this opportunity to spend time with Fernie.” You spoke, your love for the man filling your whole heart.

The walk back to your shared penthouse was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, Miguel would place a piece of candy to your lips, giving you an expectant look. You graciously ate every piece he offered you, giving him an appreciative smile.

When you got home, Gabriela was waiting for the three of you. You all exchanged quick hugs and farewells before you and Miguel settled inside for the night. You dismissed yourself to go upstairs, expressing you wanted to shower and get ready for bed. Miguel loitered around downstairs, basking in the love he felt tonight and how he was over the moon that he got to spend time with some of the most important people in his life. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, toeing off his shoes while he slowly made his way up the stairs after doing his version of the Halloween closing shift (drinking chocolate milk and eating a few more pieces of candy.)

He opened the door to the bedroom, eyes widening as he saw you in a black silk robe, legs crossed om the bed. “W-what is all this?” He asked, shedding his shirt onto the floor, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and undershirt.

“Happy Halloween, Count Miguel,” You purred, peeling off your robe, offering him his favorite treat of the night.

[naturallwanderer]

He 🖤🦇

Vincent Price - The Bat

[bottledkriegmen]

ZERO DAY HEADCANONS!! >O<

xoxo @calcyum helped me write some of these go look at his art its so yummy!! literally the loml MWAH

☆ Cal tells white little harmless lies like, all the time. He doesn't mean to, it just happens

⋆ Example, he says he doesn't like ice cream but he can and will absolutely destroy an entire tub of chocolate icecream in a heartbeat

☆ Andre burned the shirt he got called a faggot in the bonfire before Zero Day.

☆ Cal's half Russian, his bio dad lives in the European half of Russia.

☆ They both call Mel, "Mel Bell" or "Melanie Bellanie"

☆ Andre played softball when he was little.

⋆ He quit because he got hit really hard in the head by a bat.

☆ Cal's a total metalhead. He has a ton of diff band tee's, but he's never gone to a concert.

☆ Andre has especially sharp canines!! (Feeding into Dogdre propaganda/j)

☆ Cal is a chronic doodler. If he and Andre are sitting next to eachother and Cal has a pen or sharpie in his grasp, Andres getting a whole SLEEVE of silly little doodles all over his arm.

⋆ he's also a stick n poke master, he's got little tatoos littering his ankles.

☆ Andre is a left handed shooter, right handed writer..... Cal is the opposite.

☆ Andre is a polyglot!! He forgets words in English and has to try to convey what he's trying to say to Cal in literally any other language he can think of. (Never works.)

⋆ This makes him so unbelievably mad.

☆ Cal watched Duckman growing up.

⋆ He introduced it to his siblings and they used to all watch it together!! TRUST!!

☆ Andre watched M*A*S*H growing up...

☆ Cal knows how to play a few diff instruments, other than a guitar and sitar.

⋆ Violin, piano, trumpet, all that good stuff.

☆ There's definitely a few holes in the basement walls of Andre’s house. He'll swear it wasn't him. (It was.)

☆ Cal is very awkward with love in general. He'd be an... okay boyfriend, but he would NOT pay enough attention to his partner because he'd be too busy hanging out with Andre.

☆ Andre 100% grew up on older fashioned values with new fashioned eyes iykwim. He'd treat his partner with the utmost respect, but he'd also have the same problem as Cal. He wouldn't pay much attention to them.

☆ (A personal fave) Cal and Andre have matching dog tags!

⋆ Before their final scene in Zero Day, Cal and Andre decided to switch dog tags with eachother. (fags..)

☆ Andre got a little teddy bear as a birthday present when he was itty bitty, and kept it. He's wayy to embarrassed to show anybody.

⋆ Cal found it one day and Andre nearly lost his shit.

☆ Cal often meows or hums in response when talking to Rachel or Andre when he doesn't feel like actually speaking.

☆ Stealing this from another post (I can't find creds rn i am SO sorry), Cal's siblings absolutely love Andre. He's like their other older brother.

⋆ Andre loves them just the same, he's such a good big brother. :(

☆ Cal's sister paints both Cal's and Andre’s nails, and makes them attend her tea parties with her stuffed animals.

☆ Mel follows Andre around the house wherever he goes. There's literally not a second when she's not behind him.

⋆ She gets jealous of Cal whenever he's too close to Andre.

☆ Andre and Cal share a bed everytime they spend the night with eachother.

⋆ They totally spoon but like hell they'd ever admit that.

these were so fun to write guys ty again ml MWAUGHH

[polarisjisung]

GO APEX 🗣 GO APEX 🗣 GO APEX

[mothwingwritings]

Y&B for taiju shiba I love you❤️

I love yooou and thank you for sending an ask for the LOML bless you <3

Warnings: Abuse, getting the shit beat out of you, brutality, mentions of murder (hashtag just Taiju Shiba things)

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Taiju actually has the capacity to wait a rather long time before he snaps. Not necessarily because of patience, but more so because deep down he wants YOU to be the one to come running to him. He fantasizes endlessly about how you’re gonna fall into his arms, confessing to him how much you love and need him, crying over how hard it’s been living without him in your life. He’s had countless daydreams of you initiating the relationship, consumed with the thought of you whole heartedly reciprocating his affections just as strongly (if not more so) than he does.

He KNOWS you love him. He’s seen it in the way you look at him, how you get all blushy and bashful whenever he comes near, unable to even speak without stumbling over your words because of how excitable his presence makes you. When you flinch away from his touches and affections, or go out of your way to avoid him, he knows it’s only because you can’t handle the rampant feelings surging through you. It’s cute as hell, and only makes him want you that much more.

So though it’s nearly unbearable, he’ll wait for you. He knows the moment you finally give in and concede to him it will be the sweetest moment in his entire life, worth the wait and then some. Knowing the prize that is awaiting him at the end is the only thing that gets him through the excruciating waiting period. (Well, that and fucking his fist to thoughts of you, excitement coursing through him when he muses on all the ways he will be able to ravage you in the near future).

That being said, there are certain triggers that will make him IMMEDIATELY drop all pretenses and assert his authority right away, mainly if someone else makes a move on you. It doesn’t even matter how small that advance is, if someone so much as bats an eye at you in a way that can be mistaken as flirtatious it’s over. You’re his from that point on, whether you are ready for the relationship or not. He’ll be damned if he’s gonna let some asshole try and stake a claim on his darling-the mere thought of it makes him sick with rage.

If it’s the other way around and you happen to have someone else that you have your eye on, then it would be in both you and your crush’s best interest to nip that in the bud ASAP. The moment Taiju gets an inkling of it you won’t come out of it unscathed. Regardless of the fact that he never got your express consent to be in a relationship, your loyalty is something he expects unconditionally, and should it falter at any point he has no qualms over correcting your behavior. But while you may be holed up in bed for a few days healing from a brutal lashing, the person you are smitten with will get it 100x worse if they are even allowed to keep living. Needless to say, you will neither see nor hear from them again after that.

You belong with nobody else but Taiju, nowhere else than at his side. He’s not afraid to beat that into you. You’re lucky he’s forgiving, and that he loves you so much, otherwise you would be MUCH worse off for the shit you pulled. He’ll even tend your wounds once your properly apologize for what a harlot you’ve been.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Extremely. There really is no limit. He will destroy everything and anything around you to keep you at his side. He isn’t stupid about it either, which makes him that much scarier. He has the connections, the money, the power, and the brute strength to make just about anything happen for his benefit. Anyone trying to prevent you from being his, whether they are friend or foe, he will take care of them. The disposal can range from paying them off or heavily threatening them, too far worse things. He would destroy someone’s entire livelihood in the blink of an eye for you, and if he could get away with it strangle a person to death with his bare hands if they terrorized you.

Whatever is necessary, whatever is needed, he will do it without hesitation. He loves you. You are his family, his heart, his EVERYTHING. This man would rip God himself asunder to keep you in his life, so you’d do best to never question his devotion to you.

[everyhouseishaunted]

Remus Lupin

Age: 16

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality/gender: unlabeled, probably on the Aro spec, for sure on the Ace spec - unlabeled, some type of nonbinary, generally masculine leaning and prefers masculine terms.

Likes: Books, Stars, watching way too much TV in one go, sweet things, photography, music

Dislikes: Boring books, most fruits, having to wear shoes, being cold, feeling out of control.

Other info: super picky eater, hates boring books, would rather read something fast-paced, likes to cook, drinks water or tea almost exclusively (or occasionally some sodas)

(send in character asks!!)

People who like me for some reason:

- @im-not-drowning-you-are he's just a weirdo like me <333

- @sirius-ly-awesome loml <333

- @bat-b0y-barty where did they even come from

- @prongs-plural he's alright i guess

-@redwearingred the only sane person i know

-@rosie-evan taught me how to take good photos

-@hopein-dorasboxx

This is a Roleplay blog for the character Remus Lupin from the Marauders fandom (I do not support Jk rowling at all)

all replies are in character unless otherwise specified

Out Of Character:

not me projecting on this

picky eaters who hate having to wear shoes and boring books, cant decide a label for themselves for the life of them and eat way too many sweets for the win!!!

My main blog is @bralnwashed

i am 16, and will not be participating in smut or other adult topics,

I go by they/them

you can find other info on my other blog

if you have any questions, send me an ask or message.