#but the perfect pacing

[ifwebefriends]

In honor of Tears of the Kingdom coming out tonight, here is by far the greatest video I ever took during my Breath of the Wild playthrough:

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[cuntylestat]

everything is romantic with vampires!

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[heartstopperthoughts]

Anyone who’s been saying that Nick and Charlie are too sexually pure like “oh they’re teenage boys, they’d be having a lot of sex” has clearly never read the novella

[vuelode-irbis]

Been wanting to draw some fanart for Poor George MAP since it's my favorite one, and because it was its anniversary recently, I finally did it :>

ID: A digital drawing in two panels with characters from Warriors. In the panel above, there's Yellowfang watching Brokenkit play with a moss ball, she looks endearingly at the little kit; they're in a green environment and plants surround them. In the panel below, Yellowfang is in the same possition, looking down at an adult Brokenstar at her feet, already dead, she looks sorrowful. Fireheart is by her side, looking at her with compassion. They're at ThunderClan's medicine den.

[batcavescolony]

just saw someone say Rick Riordan making a TV show is just as bad as anything JKR has done. BFFR you're comparing Rick Riordan trying to make his world more inclusive, changing some parts because of money/time constraints, or just making changes cus he thinks they're needed, to JKR being a terrible person!

[clockworkreapers]

And then they Scooby-did.

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Got an itch to play Sunless Sea again and it's always such an odd experience because. Like.

I know this game. Any other game, the level if knowledge and research I have put into this would make me a confident fucking master. And yet.

I can be reading text I've read dozens of times before and i still feel...not clueless, but absolutely off the mark. It all feels so familiar and yet I've never seen a victory condition. I've at least started pretty much every storyline but I'll still see something new each time I sink some time into it. I have a fucking JOURNAL of TRADE ROUTES and REQUIRED ITEMS and somehow that's only mildly helpful

That and the fact Fallen London's lore is so fucking batshit and honestly kind of hard to research (thr wiki's are frustratingly structured for me and the browser game is just. A bit inaccessible for me) means I can have a pretty solid understanding of what's going on in each port and what each faction is about and still ZERO FUCKING GRASP ON LITERALLY ANY PLOT

[twig-tea]

Both of our mains in Jack & Joker are competent but exceedingly naïve in different ways; Jack thinks if he keeps trying to do good the right way the world will work out for him despite how unfair he knows it to be, and Joke thinks if he does good even by illegal means his efforts will make a positive difference and win his parents' respect despite knowing how they would disapprove of his means. And both of their efforts have blown up in their faces by the end of the first episode.

[capsiclesteebrogers]

polin carriage scene will always be so loved by me. months after and i still feel so giddy when i see it.

[hyakunana]

The Former Most Miserable Man That Ever Stepped in DGP is found saving the future with a shield and FIVE CHAINSAWS

[submissivekillers]

kinktober day 2 - voyeurism (billy lenz)

gonna slap a cw for dubcon/noncon on this one folks - reader knows/is heavily implied to know what billy's doing, but there's a third party who is unaware. if that's not cool with you here's yr warning ✌️ also some billy-typical violent thoughts, not directed @ reader tho

Billy doesn’t know whether he loves or hates nights like this.  

On the one hand, he gets to see you — all of you. He sees you all the time - in your room, in the shower, in every state of dress or undress - but there's a side of you that doesn't come out when you're alone, only when you've got some pretty, desperate thing spread and whining on the bed beneath you. He knows what you sound like whispering gentle praise or snarling insults. He knows the line that forms in your brow when you're fucking into someone on their knees and the grin you wear watching them bounce on your lap. They might warm your bed for the night, but he's seen parts of you they never will. 

On the other hand, Billy hates watching you fuck someone else. You bring a stranger home at least once a week now — never the same person twice. None of them deserve it. None of them know you like he does; none of them have seen you like he has. It should be him in your bed. 

The sound of a stranger’s voice in your hallway makes his throat burn with jealousy, hissing curses through his teeth and tugging at the roots of his hair as he paces furious and lightfooted around your attic. But all the same, when he hears the soft click of your closing door, he’s flattening himself to the floor so he can stare through the crack in your ceiling, a t-shirt he’d snagged from your dirty laundry clenched in his white-knuckled fist. 

The boy you've brought home tonight is tall and muscular, with straight blond hair and blue eyes like a china doll, which is annoying. Billy likes it better when you bring home people that resemble him, that have his messy curls and skinny build. He can pretend that you're seeking them out because they look like him, that it's your secret signal; you know him, you've seen him, you want him. Still, he shoves a hand between his thighs and grinds into his palm as you bend low to sink your teeth into a suntanned throat, huffing deep lungfuls of your sweat through the fabric pressed to his nose. His stomach roils, jealousy sour on his tongue. 

You're already naked, straddling the stranger's lap, grinding and rolling, making him let out pathetic little keens. Billy likes the sounds he makes even though he wants to bleed him like a pig for being under you, in his place. He's responsive, pliant beneath your hands. Knows how to behave. Billy likes that. He'd behave for you, if you'd let him; he’d try so so hard to be good and you’d never call him nasty or filthy or bad. He whines into the drool-soaked cotton over his mouth, fucking into his hand and imagining licking the sheen of sweat off the nape of your neck. 

You’re talking to the boy beneath you, low and sweet — he can hear the smile in your voice. Two fingers are buried in his throat down to the last knuckle, pulsing in and out at the same pace you buck your hips. He makes wet, choked noises around the intrusion and Billy echoes the sound, eyes rolling in his skull at your satisfied coo. 

“There we go, baby,” you purr before tugging at the blond’s jaw, spitting into his mouth. He swallows without a second thought, presents his tongue for more. Billy moans, nearly sobbing, throbbing with envy. He worries your shirt between his teeth, panting furiously through his nose and watching the boy gag and cry around your fingers. “So pretty. My puppy loves this, doesn't he?” 

Puppy. That’s new. He likes it.

"Good puppy. T-Take Billy home, take Billy," he slurs, fluctuating somewhere between your voice and his own. Your movements grow frenzied below him, bouncing on the blond's lap with abandon. He can hear the wet sounds your bodies make together, slick and obscene beneath your soft panting and the boy's pitchy moans. “Billy’s a good dog. W-Wanna be your pretty puppy, piggy's pretty puppy.”   

“Come on, come on,” you gasp. Your head lolls back, hazy eyes fixed on the ceiling beneath your fluttering lashes. There’s a determined tilt to your kiss-bruised mouth, a furrow of concentration between your brows. “Let me hear you, puppy.” 

Billy comes with a yowl only barely muffled by the shirt pressed to his face, so hard his vision flashes white, skull blessedly empty if only for a moment. When he comes to, his face is tacky with tears, a puddle of saliva cooling on the floorboards beneath his cheek; his thighs are soaked with cum, a dark stain on the front of his trousers. It makes him feel gross, filthy, which of course he is. He wiggles his hand free with a hiss as he brushes the oversensitive flesh of his cock, lifting it to his face and suckling at his sticky fingers. 

The blond boy is in your lap when he focuses through the crack again, resting on your thighs with a dazed smile as you lift a glass of water to his lips. You run your nails through the short hair at the nape of his neck and Billy burns, a whimper escaping around his thumb. Unfair that this stranger gets to lay on your soft, warm thighs, while Billy has to roll around in filth on the cold attic floor. He imagines wrapping his hands around the boy's long neck and squeezing 'til the whites of his eyes turn bright cherry red. It makes him feel a little better.

Once the glass is empty, you pull him up and out of your room; Billy knows you can't stand going to bed sweaty. Limp and weary, he scans the room for any trophies — and lights up at the scrap of red fabric he can see peeking out from your tangled sheets. He can see the slick that stains it from his peephole, a giddy, girlish giggle cracking out of him. Silently, he creeps towards the trapdoor, ready to scurry downstairs as soon as you're distracted in the shower. 

You're usually careful not to leave your underwear lying around. It must be Billy’s lucky day.

[coline7373]

"They were pressed so close, he could feel the warmth of him through the clothes, under his fingers. Then Obi-Wan bended slowly, like honey, and pressed his lips, gently, against Cody's neck. He could feel the hair of his beard."

Hello! My first entry to the @codywanfirstkissbingo !!!!

I suck at drawing people kissing so, of course, I decide to try to go for the full bingo 😆

A full bingo is 25 fanarts. Yes. Lol. We will see...

It's going to be a marathon as well as a challenge of olympic level for me. Wish me luck 🧡🍀🧡

[vanillaa-sky]

Callum and Rayla getting two peaceful weeks in the Silvergrove only for Astrid to show up and ruin all of it with the news of Aaravos is so. Augh

[thesillygoofyjester]

Angel dust was not having a good day.  

He was locked in his dressing room, with a furious Valentino,  

“-DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOUVE COST ME? YOU’RE LUCKY I DONT KILL YOU FOR THIS!” 

The reason for Valentinos rage? Angel had fucked up and pissed off an important business partner Val had been working with, the slimy shark demon had stormed out and lost Val's deal 

Val grabbed his hair roughly and pulled his face up to look at him.  

“you’re going to pay for this one Angel dust”  

His voice was low, with sharp rage hidden right in front of his eyes, his glowing red-hot eyes and sharp teeth. 

-SMACK-! 

Valentino hit him, hard, he fell to the ground, he tried to hold himself up with his elbows, but his arms shook, and his cheek stung. He felt a single hot tear drop into his fur, burning him like a brand, Valentino loomed over him, whispering darkly 

“Once I'm done with you, you're going to go out there, and earn back every dollar you lost me, I don't care how many greasy truckers you have to fuck, or how long it takes, do you understand-” 

“VAL!” 

Valentinos eyes narrowed as his head shot to the doorway, Angel slowly looked over- Vox. 

The media demon himself was standing in the doorway of his dressing room, posture tense, arms crossed, eyes narrow, and cold 

“I'm a little busy vox” Val ground out, a growl deep in his throat 

“What the FUCK Val! I've been looking for you everywhere!” Vox stalked into his room, glaring at Val, blind to angel dust on the floor, staring at two of the most powerful overlords in hell, having an argument in his room. 

he sucked in a tight breath, making himself as small as possible and backing away, crawling backwards on the floor, until Valentino swiftly moved his boot, digging the heel into his hand, subtle, but a clear message “don't move unless I tell you to” 

“DID YOU SPEND THIS?” vox shoved a receipt in Vals face, electricity buzzing between his antenna “yeah, so? I splurged a bit, what's the problem?” Val shrugged it off 

Vox's hackles raised, and his voice glitched “G-G-GODAMNIT VAL WEVE BEEN OVER THIS, you can't spend this kind of money, from our bank account, without telling ME-” 

-SMACK-! 

Angels un-swollen eye widened, as he stared at Vals raised hand, and vox’s cracked screen 

Val had just hit vox. It was almost laughable, if it hadn't been so terrifying, vox, the tv demon, the media overlord, and even more terrifying, he hadn't fought back, he had just taken it? 

Vox looked up at Val through fingers covering his cracked screen “Val-” 

-SMACK-! 

-SMACK-! 

“VAL!” vox had caught Vals wrist, the rings in his eye pulsing. Val glared at him, “You ungrateful-!”  

“Oh, so I'm the ungrateful one?”  

Vals eyes widened, as Vox's screen cracked itself into a grin “do you need a reminder of why you’re here?” vox grabbed vials face with his other hand, squeezing until his claws pierced skin as Valentino tried to pull away 

“have you forgotten that I made you? You'd be N-N-NOTHING without me!” 

“I'm sorry voxxy, i-i-” vox slammed Valentino into the floor, pinkish blood pooling around him 

“don't call me t-that, I have put up with your SHIT, for too long” vox planted his boot on Vals chest, pressing on it 

“I have let you hit me, c-c-rack my screen, scream at m-me, waste my money on your ch-cheap w-w-whores, and I have been loyal to you the whole GOD-D-DAMNED TIME” 

Angel looked down and saw the blood getting on his hands and in his fur, he crawled back quickly and silently, before freezing up as Vals eyes shot to him 

Vox put even more pressure on Vals chest with his boot, before bending down to grab Vals face, and forcing him to look into vox’s hypnotic eye, “I l-loved you once Val, you ruined me, I'm s-s-sorry for ever being foolish enough to fall for y-you”  

Val wheezed, voice weak, “f-fuck you... vox” 

Vox pushed his heel through Vals chest, the sound of bones crunching under his boot echoing through the room, he silently lifted his foot, and angel caught a glimpse of the iconic silver-white glow that came from angelic steel. Vox had planned this. 

Vox stepped away from the corpse, looking around the room, angel froze as vox’s eyes caught his 

“... you weren't supposed to be here” is all vox said, looking mildly surprised. 

Angel tried to let out a laugh, but it just came out as a dry sob “it is my dressing room after all” 

Vox stepped toward him, and angel shrunk back, vox paused, before offering his hand, angel delicately took it, hand trembling. Vox grabbed it, and pulled angel up, angel swayed on his feet, vision blurring and dancing in front of him. 

Vox looked down at angels blood-matted fur, and his own blood stained shoes, “let's get you cleaned up, hmm?” Angel nodded, dizzy, and relaxed by Vox’s suddenly calming voice 

Vox lifted up the much slimmer demon into his arms and carried him bridal style down the hall, he was lucky it was night, and most of his employees had already gone home. When he finally got to the penthouse, he felt angel stiffen in his arms, but instead of heading to the bedroom, like angel expected him to, he headed straight for the bathroom.  

Upon entering he gently placed angel on the floor, angel swayed for a moment before regaining his balance and turned to face the tv-faced demon 

Vox had already turned away from him “clean yourself up, and feel free to use whatever's in the shower, I'll get you something...” he eyed the messy, revealing, outfit that angel was wearing “...decent, to wear” And with that, he shut the door behind him, leaving angel alone with his thoughts 

The water was still hot, one of the perks of being rich, angel supposed, it ran down his body, soaking his fur as the pink tinged blood ran down into the drain. Valentinos blood  

He supposed he must've still been in shock, because he was crying, crying because Val was dead. Isn't this what he had wanted? Hadn't he been praying for Vals death? Shouldn't he be over joyed right now? So why did his heart ache? 

Vox... why had he killed Val? Everyone knew that their relationship was the most brutal on-again off-again in all of hell, but had it really gotten enough to the point that vox felt the need to kill him? Remember? A small voice in the back of his head whispered Val HIT vox. He broke his screen, he was being abused the voice whispered just like you 

Except vox wasn't like him, because vox had the power and resources to get out, he had just taken it, done whatever Val wanted him to, because Val owned his soul – his soul. Was he still under contract? Was he going to lose his job? Oh god, how was he going to get his fix? He needed his job! His breath started speeding up, his chest rising and falling as he gasped, his eyes flitting wildly around the room 

What if vox killed him for seeing Vals death, what if he-! 

“ANGEL DUST!” he flinched, quickly responding “y-yeah?” he heard vox sigh outside the door “thank Satan... I was starting to think you had drowned yourself!” vox let out an uncomfortable chuckle, before he heard a faint shuffling, as though someone was placing something right outside 

“there's clothes outside for when you're done, I-... take as long as you need” angel waited until he heard the tell-tale sign of someone walking away before turning of the shower and stepping out. Opening the door just a crack to make sure no one was outside, he took the neatly folded towel and clothes and held them close to his chest. 

Towel first, he quickly rubbed his fur dry with what may have been the softest towel he had ever touched. Next, the clothes, they were fairly simple, a pair of navy sweatpants, and a neon teal t-shirt emblazoned with the bright red vox-tec logo. 

After double and triple checking to make sure he looked good, he stepped out of the bathroom into the dimly lit apartment, “Mista Vox!? Ya here?!” a door shrouded in shadows opened, and there stood vox, in a clean version of the suit he had been wearing before, no longer stained with blood, the other new thing about him, was his screen, it was no longer shattered, instead, all that remained was a small crack in the corner. 

“you’re out, good.” vox walked towards him, his movements, calm and practiced, as if he hadn't just murdered his boyfriend. Angel just nervously fidgeted with his hands, watching vox until he arrived at the door, and opened it. “Well? You coming?” vox asked, a slight teasing lilt in his voice. Angel felt his shoulders relax marginally, he didn't want thanks for saving angel. Angel gave a pained smile  

“Y-yeah...” 

As they walked into the elevator, angel stood awkwardly next to vox, who seemed wholly uninterested in the entire ordeal, this vox was nothing like the friendly charismatic one you saw on tv, or the bitter, vengeful, short tempered one he saw in the dressing room, this one seemed cold, and tense, and... anxious? 

“Why’d you do it?” the words left his lips before he could stop them, vox turned to him, raising one eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Valentino? You kill-” vox’s hand shot over his mouth “Valentino, hasn’t been seen, in 2 hours, hardly a reason to say he’s dead” his face went cold and stoic “unless you want to be the one who killed him” 

Angel dust wasn’t stupid enough to not get the barely concealed threat “stop talking unless you want to be framed” he looked down at his feet, “Sorry Mista vox” 

Vox looked down as well, “but I suppose if someone was to kill him, it might’ve been because they realized he was growing too powerful, perhaps they thought him a threat to their power... or perhaps they were just done with taking his shit.” 

Angels eyes widened, he hadn’t expected vox to actually tell him anything, he opened his mouth to say something, but in that moment, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened in front of them, he sighed as vox strode out in front of him, he quickly followed as vox stalked through the halls of the studio. 

After a solid 10 minutes of walking, they arrived at a small side door, vox opened it and held it for angel dust, he stepped through the door, to see a sleek navy limousine, a small, heterochronic, aquatic demon quickly opened the door for him and vox, before getting in the driver's seat. Vox looked at him, raising an eye brow 

-oh 

“The hazbin hotel please?” 

The demon looked at vox, who nodded, the limo pulled out, and peeled off down the street 

Angel took this as an opportunity to see the limo, it was simple, a black interior, with cyan led stripes down the sides, none of the fluff or haze that Valentinos limo had. At least the seats were comfortable. Angel felt his eyelids droop, surely vox wouldn't mind if he rested his eyes for a minute, right? Right... 

Vox was incredibly tired. Today had been one of the most exhausting days of his life, between having 4 separate interview's, today was also the day he had decided to act out his plan, and murder Val. But one variable he hadn’t accounted for was Angel dust being there. The lanky spider knew what he had done, and he shouldn’t be risking him even being alive. 

But when he looked in the demons terrified eyes, his swollen cheek, and his fur stained with blood... he saw himself 

Which of course was how he ended up with the spider in question asleep on him He turned to look at angel dust, sleeping so... well certainly not peacefully. He was... shivering? Trembling? Both? He heard the demons breath quicken as he thrashed. “n-no please I'm sorry, I won't do it again please stop, Valentino!”  

Vox sucked in a breath at the vulnerable display, the logical side of his brain said it wasn’t his problem, but looking at this soul, tormented by the same demons he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity. 

 Sighing, and knowing he was probably going to regret this, he shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it over him, his fingers lingering on angels back, he gently pressed his hand flush to the demons back, softly rubbing it until he felt the spider under him begin to relax, he ceased his circular movements, but let his hand rest on angels back, he sighed looking out the window at the hotel on the tall hill in front of them 

Charlie was freaking out, angel dust had been out for 4 hours past curfew, and hadn’t texted them once, everyone in the hotel (sans Alastor) had tried calling and texting him, to no avail 

“w-what if has dead! What if he got kidnapped! What if!” “Babe.” Charlie turned to her girlfriend, Vaggie, who was gently holding her by the shoulders “angels an adult, he can handle himself” Vaggie smiled comfortingly, but it did little to sooth Charlies nerves  

“But what if he's hurt!?” Charlie asked, desperation tinging her voice 

“Then that's on him kid” husker tiredly interjected “he aint your responsibility” 

“But-! wait what's that?” Charlie pulled herself away from Vaggie and went to go look out the window, a sleek navy limo was pulling up the driveway, far too nice for this side of hell 

Charlie stepped outside, Vaggie and husk behind her, Alastor was already outside, his trademark grin was tight, and his eyes were narrow  

“al... What's going on?” Alastor's grin sharpened “it appears our arachnid friend has caught the attention of another overlord!” 

At that moment, the car door opened and Vox, leader of the Vee’s, media overlord and tv demon, Stepped out. But he wasn’t the only one, because in his arms, unconscious, was angel dust. 

Vaggie lunged forward, spear pointed straight for vox’s throat, directly under his tv “what are you doing here” she growled 

He lifted his head, looking rather uninterested in her threat “well I was trying to return this to you” he said, motioning to angel dust, “but since you clearly don't want him ill just...” he stepped away, a sly grin on his face 

“you’d be smart to hand angel dust over” Alastor ground out, his teeth grinding together, his smile tense and forced.  

Vox's smile relaxed just a fraction, and he extended angel dust out to Alastor, who tried to pick up the delicate spider demon, but Angel simply curled into vox, holding him tightly, and whispered a single word to him

“stay”

vox whispered back “I can’t” and angels whisper was so quiet he almost missed it “please” 

So vox did 

[msnihilist]

Went on Twitter looking for SAOA content (there's nothing, don't bother) and was surprised by how many people were posting about how much they dislike it compared to the original. That the abridged ruined the original's reputation, and it's unfunny and ruined the characters, that its fans are the worst, blah blah blah.

And I mean, not to be harsh, but to me, it kinda sounds like, "WWAAHHH, MOMMY, THE OTHER KIDS ARE BEIN' MEAN TO ME 'CAUSE MY SHOW SUCKS AND MY FACE IS STUPID."