#but this shall be different

[blizzardstarx]

im going to work on making a creature school/pontalo/all the other rps that are intersected in that universe that i mentioned tribute drawing!!! most major characters will be on there

its going to be a traditional drawing tho <3 how i started out and it feels right to be one (also i want to put it on one of my room’s walls)

@castiels-destiny

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce: I am rather concerned. Do you all, perhaps, need an additional health check? How come most of you don't hear my commands through comms from the first time?

Barbara: That's because half of them have a music blasting in their ear at the same time.

Bruce: What—

Damian: Nonsense. Neither I nor Cain do this.

Jason, shrugging: Your loss.

Barbara: And here goes a guy, who listened Hozier's Nobody Soldier and Rammstein's Rein Raus during today's shoot-out.

Dick, giggling: Of course, he would listen that—

Barbara: What are you laughing about? You had your female K-POP bands blasting on the background.

Dick: I was streaming—

Tim: During shoot-out?

Barbara: At least, they were listening music. You put Kon's forty minute lasting voice message on.

Tim, shrugging: I am not ashamed. I am multitasking, if anything.

Bruce, concerned: ...Do you all realise that all of this could serious—

(The bickering sounds intensify)

[alicenpai]

finally remembered to put these side by side!! my ptutu illusts so far 🩰 2024 & 2022 🦢 prints

[leetchochet]

This is a note for myself whenever I draw Simeon

This is just a sketch but the outfit is from his card Festival Temptations - the open collar is the real temptation tbh

[onehundredfallenpetals]

shuake cuddles <3 <3 (redrew an older piece and am much happier with it)

[notsominx]

5:06 AM and I’m thinking of…just the tip.

Like he knows you can take his whole cock if you tried. Though he can’t help but feel a bit guilty hearing your small whines of “It’s…too big..mm..I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can..you’re being so good for me. Just a bit more.” He mumbles pushing more of his mushroom tip into your tight cunt.

Your insides fluttered and squeezes around his tip, denying him to go any further. He lets out a groan of how good you feel. Slowly he starts thrusting, only fucking you with his tip.

Sooner you’ll have to adjust to his size, but for now, fucking with just the tip is fine.

A/N: This was just a rant since this been on my mindddd, Needa write this better whenever I can.

[koolades-world]

hugs weren’t something the seven lords did often. they weren’t part of public appearances, and it’s something that proved difficult for them. even if it came naturally, that didn't mean anybody wanted to hug them.

but, hugs were something you had him doing much more often. whenever you were overjoyed, you’d throw your arms around him. when you were upset, you’d lean into him, arms open. even when there was no occasion, you’d hug him. hugs became synonymous with you.

it didn’t take him long to learn how much you loved them. so, whenever you were in a state, he’d reach for you. if you were stressed about family, anxious over a test, overwhelmed in a crowd, or even just in need of that enveloping comfort. you didn't need to do anything. maybe it was the pact, or maybe it was just how well he knew you, but he always had perfect timing.

breathing in his comforting smell and feeling the gentle warmth never failed to help you regain your strength. listening to his heartbeat, and letting your head rise and fall while rested on his chest was something only you were allowed to do. however long you needed him, even if it was all day, he'd be there.

and no matter what, at the end of the day, he’ll always be there for you. whether he’s touchy feely, or not, his arm will always be open. it's the least he could do for you.

after all, everyone deserves to be hugged.

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

when solomon has sex with you for the first time, he makes sure to absolutely worship your body. during the first kiss scene with him, he said he's been waiting for a chance to do it. so with this, he's going to make sure his patience will pay off. not an inch of your skin will be unloved by him. it may have taken so long, but the end result will be perfect as the two of you are satisfied, love growing by the second

(Ooh, thank you for the food, anon!! Solomon's first kiss scene will forever have my heart) Reader is GN! :)

Minors DNI!

"Why don't you come just a little closer?"

You shift a little closer until there's no space between you two on the bed, and his lips are back on yours. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb along to solidify in his mind that you are here and that this is happening.

Somehow, miraculously, he finally got you alone...and you want him too.

Though he fears he'll get too eager and move too fast for your liking, leading to crossing a boundary or scaring you away. So, he's careful, treating you as if you were glass, slow to do anything more than kiss you like this. Truthfully, he could just do this all night and he'd still be over the moon. But he can't deny in his heart the need for more.

His hand on your jaw slowly slides down your neck, simply letting his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin. It's warm, and he can feel your pulse thrumming just beneath. He wonders how it would feel against his lips.

Solomon reluctantly pulls away from your lips, leaning down to instead kiss along the column of your neck. It elicits a soft gasp, and he feels giddy that he can get such a cute response from you. It only serves him to want to hear more. A secondary motive.

With each article of clothing he removes from your body, he falls deeper in love as he sees his person bared completely to him. It signifies the trust you've built together. And he'll do everything to never lose it - a promise he quietly makes to himself.

From your neck, he lavishes kisses along your collarbones, down both of your arms, your shallowly rising and falling chest, your soft stomach, all the way down to your naval. Any further is iffy territory and he wants explicit permission before he does anything more.

Through a husky tone, he asks, "is this okay? Can I continue?"

Your approval and reassurance are resounding. The weight of worry eases a little, but he's still tentative to continue. He wants you to feel good. He wants this first time with you to be perfect. He can't help it, he's an ancient sorcerer in love for the first time in a very long time...if ever.

So, slowly, he ventures onward to where he sees the obvious impact he's had on you tonight. His talented silver tongue makes you squirm on the bed, your hands tangling in his soft locks as his name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. The taste of your sweet arousal is something he fears he could get addicted to.

Solomon can feel his own arousal growing past anything he's ever experienced before. He didn't know he had the capacity to feel so needy for someone else. Good lord, just what are you doing to him?

Once he feels he's prepped and pleasured you enough with his tongue and dexterous fingers, he pulls away to finally undress and bare himself to you. His eyes shift away nervously as he feels you studying his body now. He knows his skin is marred from centuries of living; the countless pact marks, scars he doesn't remember the stories of, and burns from experiments gone wrong. He's never felt self-conscious like this before, but it's another product of what you do to him.

When you sit up on the bed, crawling to him to brush your fingers along his skin, it takes his breath away. You aren't afraid to explore him. Tracing his pact marks, kissing his imperfections, never once showing disgust like he might've thought.

No, only care.

Solomon gently chases you back down onto the bed, crawling over your excited form with smiles and giggles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Once again, he gets your staunch permission before continuing. And once again, you reassure him that this is what you want. Any lingering doubt subsides, and with that, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in, letting you adjust once he's fully settled within you.

"D-Deus meus..."

His forehead rests against yours as his breathing turns ragged, reveling in how goddamn good you feel around him. It takes all of him to be patient, but he waits for your signal, and once he has it, he doesn't hesitate to start moving.

His hips snap against yours in deep, measured thrusts. Passionate kisses are shared, soft moans and grunts fill your ears, and his hands never once stop exploring your body. The love he gave it earlier wasn't nearly enough.

There's no rush. It's not frantic - it's not even desperate. It's slow and intimate as he guarantees you both feel good in this one moment of solitude.

Solomon isn't even thinking about afterwards or what those brothers might say. He's fully entranced by you. He makes love to you as if it's the last time he ever will.

Soon he brings you both to a mind-shattering orgasm. His body shudders above yours as he buries his face in your neck. The way you clench around him makes him consider asking for a second round. Though, he wants to take a break more - to love and care for you as needed. As carefully as he can, he pulls out, already missing being enveloped by you and your sweet body. The second his fatigued self hits the bed, you instantly cuddle up to him, locking him in place for the foreseeable future.

To say he's a little shocked is an understatement. Sure, you both just shared a moment of passion and pleasure, but there was still some part of him that wondered if you really wanted him. For you to take the initiative to cuddle up to him in the afterglow touches his heart. Solomon wraps his arms around you, humming at the shared warmth between your sweaty bodies and shielding you from the world outside of this room.

Tonight you're his. And he knows he'll always be yours.

[scrixels]

Ruby 12x16 Acrylic on canvas board

[thoughts-rambles]

The cold had settled into the house. It was a particularly frigid night, one that left all the brothers huddled under their blankets, scrambling for warmth. Lucifer had gotten lucky that evening, having you all to himself. He had swept you away quicker than the others could think, hoarding you under the sheets in his bedroom. You- in turn- had gotten quite comfortable in the bed, quickly drifting off into sleep.

Once you woke, you noticed three things. The first was the cozy warmth of the bed; the second was the gentle melody of beating hearts and breathing you had created while lying next to each other; and lastly, Lucifer's soft gaze. You chuckled, mostly to yourself- had he been watching you sleep?

You knew the answer as soon as you heard him chuckle lowly- of course he had. You didn't mind, in fact, you found it endearing. Lucifer had confessed many, many nights ago how he enjoyed the sight of you sleeping. He said that he loved your relaxed features, that it calmed him in some way, that it made him love you even more. You called him crazy at the time, but the more you thought about it the warmer you felt. He'd truly love every part of you, and seeing a part of yourself you weren't in control of only made him fall harder for you. It was that gentle love he showed that made you fall for him in the first place, wasn't it?

He held your gaze as you got lost in thought and sighed softly. Then, he lovingly kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly your cheek, before clearing his throat. His voice was tender as he spoke. "How was your nap, love?" You'd quickly shake off the drowsiness and respond to him in almost a whisper, "It was nice…cozy." "I'm glad dear," he'd quickly stretch before holding you closer and continuing, "because we're gonna be here all night." You'd respond by holding him just as closely, nuzzling into him as a form of affection.

As you held each other, you'd talk and laugh about practically nothing well into the night. Lucifer secretly wished that the Devildom would freeze over that night. Realistically he knew it wouldn't be good, but it would also never happen. In his imagination, he'd simply use it as an excuse to hold you close to him like this forever.

[skipblebee]

Drew Binghe getting period cramps bc if I'm suffering so will he

Ft. Bingqiu bc my brain turns everything into bingqiu

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[worldformula]

you don’t know what you’re asking for.

[the-travelling-witch]

Mc: *sneezes*

Mammon, leaning towards Levi, whispering: What does it mean when humans do that?

Levi, whispering back: I think they just took a screenshot

[bluewolfangel01]

Lucifer: *working in his office*

Mc: *entering his office, clearly trying to hold back tears*

Mc: "L-lucifer?"

Lucifer: "Mc? What's wrong?"

Mc: *approaches his desk*

Mc: "I-i... I'm so sorry!"

Mc: *starts to cry*

Lucifer: *gets up and goes to them*

Lucifer: "Mc, what's wrong, why are you crying?"

Mc: "... I lost my half of the matching keychains we got...."

Mc: *begins to cry more*

Lucifer: *immediately goes to hug them*

Lucifer: "It's alright, I know you loved it but it's okay. We will simply just get new ones, or if you don't like any of the ones we see, then we will just have to make them."

Mc: "I know, I just... feel terrible that I lost it. Not because I thought you'd be mad, or getting a new or different one. Mainly just because I lost it in general."

Lucifer: "I know, and I hate seeing you like this. Just know that I will do my best to comfort you in anyway you can think of."

Mc: *hugs Luci tighter*

Mc: "thank you"

Lucifer: "Anything for you, Mc."

Pt 2

[messrsrarchives]

the thing is, it's not an act of spite for me.

it's not an act of revolution or protest. and maybe for other it is out of spite and that's okay, we all have different mindsets, but i am not alive out of spite.

it's not an act of protest for me to keep living. it isn't an act of revolution for me. it isn't something i do out of spite, hell, i don't have enough spite in me for that. it's not spite that stops me from Doing It.

it's remembering. just,,, just remembering.

it's remembering the first time i introduced myself with "robyn", it's remembering sitting with my friends and changing my pronouns online as we ate lunch - pasta, beans, and vegan cheese from my bag. an absolute staple at my sixth form. just a few clicks of some buttons but it felt massive. big. important.

it's remembering how my school found out my name. i hadn't told them, only my friends knew, and we were sat in english class grouping up for a project and my friend said "robyn's with us". there was a few seconds of confused silence until i raised my hand and then our teacher just nodded and carried on. we got some essays back that same day, she'd crossed out my deadname and corrected it. we never spoke about it in any depth, but i hope she knows how much that meant to me. i hope she knows that my very quiet "thank you" doesn't even begin to cover it.

it's remembering my first gender appointment and the trans woman in the waiting room who sat with me and told me everything to expect. she walked me through absolutely everything as i sat there biting my nails, and she stayed there until my appointment ended to ask me how it went. we haven't seen each other since but we text sometimes. she's coming to see me when i go in for top surgery next month.

it's remembering the way i set my phone up when i applied my first dose of T, how i lent it against a bottle of antibac spray on a shitty bookshelf in my crappy homeless shelter. how i had to cut the first four minutes because i was just standing there holding the box, and how i sent that video to the family i had no contact with and they had nothing but love for Me.

it's remembering my first haircut at a barbers, my first list of names, the first deed poll in my hands and the first empty bottle of T, and every one that followed, my first binder, my first roll of tape.

it's the first time i got introduced as a boyfriend, as a brother, as a son. it's remembering the first time i saw my sister after everything went down and she yelled "ROBYN!!!" from across the street and jumped into her big brother's arms even though she was 12 and farrrr too cool for all that mhm.

it's remembering every nod on the street as i pass another trans person and for those couple of seconds, we See each other and we Get It and we aren't so alone. it's the soft smiles in the women's restroom on a night out and the compliments of my hair or my makeup, how we wash our hands together and get drinks together after. it's every customer that says "cheers lad", every time they throw out a simple "he" like it's something so casual. like it was never even a question. it's the optician leading me to the men's stands and pointing out ones that would look good on me. it's the bouncers at clubs who look at my ID and it's that one specific bouncer who looked between me and the photo and said "well done" before letting me and it's just two words but it's remembering that. well done.

it's hope, really.

because i remember every single first, and second, and third. and i remember how easy it all felt - breathing, after i figured it out and everything fell into place. like i'd been walking through life with one side of my nose blocked and i didn't even know until i signed that deed poll.

and i know it will come back. i know it will. that happiness and that joy and that easeee i first felt. i know that's going to come back. at some point, it will come back.

and if, until then, the nods i share with trans people on the street feel more like matching grimaces? then i'm just glad to have been someone to share it with for a few seconds. a few seconds of recognition as we pass on opposite sides, and maybe a glance back to remind myself that we're never really alone.

i'm not staying alive out of spite. it's gonna come back. i know it will, i'm staying alive to see that. i'm staying alive to see it.