#black dahlias

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

I view Kayne as outside gender due to him being a god so human concepts of gender really dont matter to him. He just prefers to use a form that presents as male around Arthur but within the Bellaverse she uses she/her around Bella and has a form that matches.

I was chatting with @grayscale-sparks about this and woke up to some absolutely amazing dresses they found, which I had to go draw immediately!!

[grayscale-sparks]

okay so @lordofthesoups said nyarlathotep cultist Arthur once and I’m taking it and running.

(Yapping under the cut, also yapping about drug abuse and alcohol)

SO.

Kayne’s bored. He’s passing through universes, he’s killing all versions of himself, he’s dissecting different Arthur’s left and right like the guy’s a frog. But he’s bored as hell.

so why not fuck up a timeline? Why not shadow Arthur’s footsteps his whole life, get to him before Parker does. Kayne’s his savior, thank you, now get on your knees.

Arthur never recovers the way he does with Parker, and Kayne has no intention of letting him. He leads Arthur to a cult in his name, whispering pretty words in his ear. Salvation doesn’t work, but the opportunity to forget sure does.

Arthur’s a drunk. And hey, drugs were rampant in the dirty corners of the city, and they made Arthur quiet.

Kayne is his god now, and he’s feeling a little less bored. This Arthur ate from his palm now, worshipped his name, and things were looking up for Kayne.

now this all stemmed from an idea where Arthur is on his knees weakly calling out for Kayne, intoxicated out of his fucking mind, and Kayne ignores him until he breaks

however if we’re asking for proper plot, there could be the Parker comes in guns blazing etc etc. OR we can move to good old New York and the police bust the area (cue Detective Noel)

and we can have like a Noel/Oscar/Arthur situation trying to reverse all the damage Kayne had done to him

don’t- don’t ask what happened to John in this universe I don’t know

we can keep Soup’s bellaverse route but that’s their thing and I’m not gonna fuck with their perfect au (promise promise)

[etozheden]

Welcome to “Suburban Dream” — my new build pack inspired by the charm of American suburban living! Here, you’ll find four unique homes filled with coziness, nostalgia, and a touch of modern classics.

But that’s not all you’re here for! I didn’t want to create just another speed build or house showcase, so here’s something special for you! ✨ This video immerses you in the vibe of a music video featuring an indie band from Brindleton Bay — “Black Dahlia.” It’s their debut performance, but it’s definitely not their last! 😉

Lot type: Residental Gallery ID: LosBuritos Custom Content: in the archive Download(Merged) Download: 1 ,2 ,3 ,4

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | darcys_dahlias

[lizaisdrawing]

Thank you all! 🤍

Did not think I’d reach this milestone when I first posted my Wally fanart on a whim one night haha

[sugarsaltreading]

The Noble Lady on the Edge of the Cliff Wants to Make the Black Knight Fall in Love is about a noblewoman who marries the dreaded "black knight" of the kingdon to support her sickly younger sister and debt-ridden family, only to discover that the feared knight is actually a woman. i was intrigued by the concept and became a fast fan of Clarice and Frost's dynamic, but if you still need convincing, here's a peek at some of the character designs

[nadyashka]

C.C and Fredbear! I tried a more painterly style with this one and it was really fun :D

Also really liked the blue I used for the base Color it’s such a pretty shade :00

[onehundredfallenpetals]

Indulgences in enticing poisons will only leave you dead

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 34. About Damn Time

Summary: I think the banner and title speak for itself.

A/N: I’m yet again lost for words. ANOTHER BONUS POST?!? Though you guys couldn’t have timed this better, because some of you definitely need it after the last one.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Pet Names. Oral (M receiving). Fingering. Unprotected Sex (P in V).

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I gasp as Garrick pushes me back against the door, shutting it with a loud bang that doesn’t deter either of us as he pins me against it. His lips find my neck as he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin, my fingers tightening on his shoulder and hair.

Gods it felt like my body was on fire. Felt like Garrick was everywhere. Which considering his build, he pretty much was. Especially with my legs wrapped around his waist, his large body pressing against mine. My body arching off the door into his as he nips at the sensitive skin below my ear, my hips grinding against his.

His body rumbles as he growls at the movement, his hands gripping my ass with a strength that I know will leave marks tomorrow. “Gods, you keep that up and I’ll be done before I get inside you.” He groans against my neck.

With his head buried in my neck he can’t see the smirk that I don’t hold back just before I grind my hips on his again. His hands tightening to a death grip on my thighs as I gasp out from the pain. My lips barely part before his are back on mine, the kiss is carnal and raw, as if Garrick has fully let his control slip.

I gasp into the kiss as Garrick reaches between us, pushing the skirt apart at the seem before pulling my underwear aside as he plunges two of his fingers inside me.

I tug on his hair harder than I intend to, his groan rumbling through his body. His fingers pump in and out, stretching me as he curls his fingers inside. My head rolls back against the door as I break the kiss, gasps and moans falling from my lips.

“Come on little flower, fall apart.” He whispers huskily as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb.

I make the mistake of looking down at him into his blown out eyes. I can barely see the hazel colouring around the edges. But I can see how far gone he is. How much he’s enjoying this. How much he wants this.

The feeling inside me builds rapidly as he increases the pace and pressure of his fingers. The fleeting thought of how many other girls before me is the reason he’s so good enters my mind. And as if he can sense it, he grasps the back of my head and pulls me down to him as his lips claim mine. With a final curl of his fingers I come undone around his fingers as I cling on him.

“That’s it.” He minutes against my lips as mine part in a silent cry as I tremble in his arms. “Good girl.”

He chuckles as I tighten around his fingers at his words. And I know it won’t be the last time I hear him use those words on me. I whimper as he removes his fingers from me, pulling me tightly against him as he walks us back towards his bed. Which I note is far larger than mine. Either due to being a second year, or how big he is. Either way, we wouldn’t have fit in my tiny bed. I’d have to pretty much climb him like a tree to sleep.

Garrick places my feet on the ground, spinning me around as he is fingers make quick work of the corseted top. The material falls away with in seconds, and I can’t deny I’m impressed by the speed. His hands are quick to grasps my breast, kneading them in his hands as he pulls my back flush against his chest. I now note the leather from his flight jacket is missing. When the hell did he remove that?

I spin around, grabbing the bottom of his shirt which Garrick rips from my hands as he pulls it over his head. My hands fall to his flight pants, undoing the buttons as quickly as I can, but it’s hard when I keep fumbling with them. God dammit. Finally I get them undone, looking up at Garrick who looks like it’s taking all his willpower to hold back. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. I smirk up at him as I start to push down his pants, pulling his underwear down as I kneel on the ground in front of him. Now the multiple fingers he used earlier made sense. So much sense. I feel Garrick reach for me, obviously hesitant to let me do what I’d planned due to his size. It was definitely…. intimidating.

I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick length, Garrick moaning at my touch as I stroke my thumb over the tip of his length. I look up watching as Garrick squeeze his eyes shut, watching his control slip, watching him loose himself to pleasure. Garrick’s hips buck into my hand as I swirl my tongue around his tip, a groan that vibrates through him into me makes me desire flare. I want him. All of him. And here he was at my mercy. I wrap my mouth fully around him, his fingers tangling in my hair, clearly torn between pulling me off him or letting go. Every bob of my head has him gasping and trembling.

”Fuck me.” He moans out, tugging at my hair again.

I remove my mouth from him but continue using my hands. “Pretty sure I already am.” I tease.

I yelp as he grasps my arms, pulling me off him and back to my feet. “Were only getting started little flower.”

His mouth claims mine again as he kicks off his boots and pants, his hands making fast work of zipper holding the skirt in place, dragging it from my body with my underwear. Without breaking the kiss, he picks me up by my thighs, walking us over to his bed before throwing me down on my back and kneeling between my spread legs. Gods, I could almost swear I had died and gone to Malek with the sight before me. I’d always found Garrick attractive. But having him kneel between my legs… Gods, that was a sight I never wanted to forget. Looking at me like a starved man, like I am the only thing he’s ever going to want or need.

He grips my hips, dragging me down the bed to him, the tip of his cock rubbing against my entrance. I gasp at the feeling, my hips bucking up to meet his, earning me one of his smirks that I’ve grown to love. I cry out, grasping the sheets below me in my hands as he pushes inside, gasping at the fit and the stretch.

”Oh gods,” I cry out, Garrick chuckling above me as I adjust to him.

Once full sheathed and rolls his hips against mine, a sinful moan escaping my lips is all it takes for him to roll his hips against mine again and again. His hands grasping the back of my thighs as he pushes my legs against my chest. Gods, I was not going to last long, and I can tell with the groan the rumbles through Garrick he won’t either.

I'm a whimpering and moaning mess as Garrick continues to rock his hips back and forth. Each thrust hitting the perfect spot. The coil inside my tightening and threatening to unravel at any moment. His hands move to my hips, raising them up as he rests me against his thighs. I get a moment of rest as he stops, grasping my legs as he pulls them from his chest to rest them against his chest, his shoulders resting against the back of my knees. "Hold on tight little flower." He warns, before he slams his hips against mine. "Fuck!" I cry out, the new position and angle causing Garrick to reach a whole new spot. My hands fisting the sheets tightly as I struggle to keep a grasp on reality. His pace is brutal and relentless, struggling to keep my eyes open as they roll into the back of my head from the intense feeling. It's not long before the coil unravels. I cry out as I tumble over the edge, Garrick mumbling profanities as I clamp around him, my whole body trembling beneath him. His hips slam harder into mine as he leans into my, my knees touching my chest. After a few more thrust he cries out as his body shudders above me before falling forward and bracing himself with a hand next to my head. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me, both of us breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. He rolls to the side, grabbing my arm and leg, pulling me with him as he cradles me against his side. His fingers skimming up and down my side as I rest my head against his chest.

”That was….” I start, not sure what to say next.

”Well over due.” He teases, muttering a quiet ‘ow’ as I smack his chest lightly. “I’m not wrong.”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see my face. I couldn’t deny he was wrong. There had always been this tension between us. A tension I was not willing to test till he was prepared to fully give himself to me. And with the way he stood up to my father had more than proven that.

”Thank you.” I say softly, as I run my fingers over the defined muscle of his stomach.

”For what?” He asks, shifting his head to look down at me.

I angle my head to look up at him. “For not giving up on my stubborn ass.”

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[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Arthur and Adam Fry from Echoes and Edelwisse (bellaverse au)

Lore and extra bits under cut

Adam Fry is a cultist of The King in Yellow from the cult in Leerie. During the attempted ritual to summon Shub Niggurath to the world the members of the cult were transported to the dreamlands by The King and Adam gained the title of The Yellow Stag and became the kings “prophet”.

Upon finding out that when the ritual was stopped it ended up fracturing the kiy Adam took it upon himself to attempt to find the fragment in order to restore his standing and return to being in The Kings favour. However, he accidentally becomes bound to the fractured god and loses his memory in a similar situation to Arthur in our universe. He is a liar and a cheat and an absolutely wonderful little guy!

For more on this version of Adam Fry please check out @grayscale-sparks’s wonderful fic the man in the mirror

Arthur within this au is a Nyarlathotep cultist who Kayne indoctrinated into his cult for funsies. He managed to move up the ranks quickly and ended up becoming the cults leader. His ego is about a thousand times worse than our Arthur (he can barely fit in the same room as it).

Extra:

The full page plus the original Arthur sketch:

[grayscale-sparks]

Hh freaks

[amphibiahawks321]

[Y/N who was busy writing reports for dahlia now with a shocked expression, completely stunned by the gesture that's happening right Infront of him of dahlia caressing his cheek firmly]

[Y/N who starts looking up to see dahlia already having a satisfied smirk, still staying composed as he clears his throat]

M!Reader : ....Sighs Miss Dahlia, is there something you need me to do?

[Dahlia leaning a bit closer, her smirk sharp]

Black dahlia : Ouch, how polite... And yet I'm a bit hurt—when will you drop the ‘Miss’ and call me something more endearing?

M!Reader : Huh...? I expect from the both of us to keep our professionalism when we're both in the middle of work....

[Dahlia Letting out an amused chuckle, her fingers tracing Y/N's jawline before tilting his chin up to keep his eyes locked on hers]

Black dahlia : You do have such an adorable sense of discipline don't you?

[Y/N struggling to keep his composure as he starts feeling her thumb sneaking it's way to the entrance of his lips]

M!Reader : i...i just believe there’s a time and place for everything, Miss Dahlia...

[Dahlia let out a dramatic sigh, disappointed yet still holds dearly onto his chin]

Black Dahlia : There it is again...

[Her thumb now entering the crevice of his lips, almost making Y/N slipped out a whimper instantly]

Black dahlia : Do tell, Would it be so difficult to let something sweeter slip from those lips of yours?

M!Reader : I...It's–it's just T-That—

Black dahlia : Careful, you're slipping... Chuckles... Adorable, I can see it in your eyes... you want to, Just one little tiny word, and perhaps...

[She leans even closer, her breath completely against his lips]

Black dahlia : …I’ll consider giving you a satisfactory reward...

[Y/N who's already visibly flustered]

M!Reader blushing : Sighs.... D-Dahlia...

[Dahlia Purring in satisfaction, her smirk now dangerous, staring down at him before placing a lingering slow kiss onto his neck]

Black dahlia : There’s my good boy, Now, finish your reports, darling, I expect perfection… unless–...Huh?

[Before she was about to pull out of his neck she sees Y/N closing his mouth, blushing and closing his eyes.... This just fuels her even more, her smirk now wider, leaning in once more but this time giving him a bite on the collarbone]

[Y/N slipped out a quiet whimper–him immediately closing his mouth and his eyes wide open, it didn't help when he felt her arm starts to gently caressing his waist]

Black dahlia : You know... I think we both need a well deserved break~

[shatteredstarsart]

The Macaque flower trend

Land also some lyrics from the gay gay song Six Ears by Everender —> @/lostvox (which was made with LMK Shadowpeach in mind) that I think pairs well with it :]

“I can’t forget your face

An image I’d give anything to replace

Betrayed by my own hand

It happened before, but won’t happen again”

[slowpumpkins]

last year I did some pixelart, I need to draw more someday.

Bloodstarved beast (bloodborne) Malenia (elden ring) Ranni(elden ring) Nocturnal (cover fan art of one of the black dahlia murder discs)

[esotericmadn3ss]

I drew this for black dahlia's birthday and twitter really liked it maybe you guys will like it too

[lardlardlardlardlardlard]

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