#can you tell I’m projecting

[cologona]

Love to imagine that Jason both loved and hated his father.

His parents fight all the time, and it’s always about stupid shit with no resolution. They can’t live together but they won’t leave either and Jason resents that they’re like that.

Except most of the time Willis isn’t home- he’s at work or he’s at his [night job]. It’s hard and it can get really dangerous. Willis never mentions it but Jason knows he’s only doing it for him and Catherine. He’ll leave quietly in the morning and tell Jason to be good to his mother.

When Willis is home he’s usually in a bad mood, and if it’s a really bad day or Jason crosses him or catches his eye at a bad moment he’ll be the target of Willis’ frustrations. It’s not quite planned or intentional enough to be called a beating, but Jason does receive blows and it hurts and makes his little heart burn cold and heavy with anger he can’t express.

But Willis isn’t always in a bad mood, and whenever he gets the rare opportunity he’ll will take Jason out to town for something fun and something sweet, or in the daytime show him the tricks he’s learnt from work. He’ll show Jason off to his friends and brag about how quick he is on the pick-up, and look at him proudly. Jason would like to brush him off but the truth is that his father’s validation does feel good.

[camping-with-monsters]

“Your Smile, My Veins”

[shreksflamingknob69]

This fictional man has a dick TO YOU. i know he has a pussy

[weirdglassthing]

Huey and Gosalyn have some summer camp fun!!

This may have something to do with a comic idea I had

Ironically this is my last post before I go to summer camp (I kind of hope there are no glowing eyes in the woods but c’est la vie)

I will be back in a week hopefully with more ducktales art!!

Bonus:

(No, no he should not be)

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Insecure!Reader - “Let me show you…” (NSFW)

You knew this day would come, the day Lucifer would see all of you; the day where nothing was hidden

And that terrified you to your very core

For as long as you could remember, there were things about your body that you absolutely loathed

How would he react when he saw you? Would he be disappointed? Disgusted? Maybe he would rethink your whole relationship

You kissed him desperately, but shrank away from him when he tried to lift up your shirt

“Sweetheart? What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I-”

“No…no, you didn’t do anything wrong, Lucifer…”

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry…I’m…I’m just scared…”

“Scared? I’m not sure I understand.”

“My body…the way I look…I hate it. I hate it, Lucifer, and I’m terrified of what you’ll think if you see it…”

Lucifer frowns and crawls his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands

“Who did this to you?”

“W-What?”

“Who made you feel this way? Who made you think you weren’t beautiful? Because the deepest pits of Hell isn’t a good enough punishment for them.”

“You…You haven’t seen me…you don’t know…

“It doesn’t matter if I haven’t seen what you look like. It doesn’t matter. Because I love you. I love you for who you are, not for your body.”

Lucifer pressed his lips to yours passionately, with more fervor than he ever has before; as if he was devouring you

“Love, say the word and we can stop right now. If you’re not ready for me to see you, then that’s your choice. But please know that nothing about you could scare me away. I love all of you, even the parts I haven’t seen.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes at his sweet words, which were quickly wiped away by his hands as he gazed at you adoringly

With a shaky breath, you lifted up your shirt and threw it to the side without warning

You didn’t dare look Lucifer in the eyes as you did, terrified of knowing how he would react

The silence was deafening; you folded your arms over you chest ready to apologize before you heard him speak

“Oh darling…you’re perfect…”

Your head shot up in surprise and the look on Lucifer’s face was something you never expected

He was enraptured

Catching you off guard, Lucifer pounced, forcing your back against the mattress

“Please, my love, let me show you how completely breathtaking you truly are…”

You don’t remember how you lost your bra in the shuffle, but Lucifer’s mouth were on your nipples in an instant; licking and biting and sucking on them all while moaning against your sensitive skin

It was pure heaven

His one hand ran down your stomach, slipping past the seem of your pants and undies, easily finding that sensitive nub

You cried out in pleasure, holding Lucifer as close to your chest as possible

You heard a small chuckle leave his lips as he pulled away from your nipple and flashed you a soft smile

“Please…I need to see more…”

You nodded hesitantly, but he made quick work of your remaining garments

Laying there naked before him felt paralyzing, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes

That was until you felt his hands on your knees

“Devine~” was all he could say

You swallowed hard and let your legs fall open for him slowly

“F-fuck…”

Lucifer’s head was between your thighs before you even know what happened; the way your body shook as his tongue delved deep into your folds felt nothing short of pure ecstasy

He lapped you up eagerly, gripping your thighs with such intensity that you knew he would leave bruises; but in that moment you couldn’t care less

You came hard around him as he drank you up happily, licking you clean and swallowing your release

His breathing was staggered as he looked up at you, his half lidded eyes filled with nothing but lust and desire

“If anyone so much as thinks that you are less than perfect, I’ll make them regret their afterlife …”

“Lucifer…” you laughed, more tears threatening to fall

“Don’t cry, my angel, I need you to know that I meant every word I said. Besides, I’m nowhere near done with you yet, and I don’t think I ever will be again.~”

[sincerelywhistler]

🍷 Monroe Rebane🍷

Seductive Nightclub Owner

He’s a messy eater ;)

You’ve already met Alioth, but his boyfriend surely finds it lovely to meet your acquaintance as well. Maybe too lovely… keep an eye on that one.

PLAYLIST:

PINTEREST BOARD:

[azzyangelfish]

When Babe is angry and needs to just get it out, Asher will play wrestle with them on the couch/living room floor. He matches their strength so that he isn’t overpowering them but not going super easy on them so they can get out their anger. After Babe gets tired out Asher will either shift into wolf form and give them wolf cuddles, or rest his head on their stomach or chest in human form like a weighted blanket (whichever Babe prefers).

[pidgeonl0rd]

This is my GO2versary post

[ssruis]

Wxs but pony….

[tainebot01]

Finally figured out how to draw Wright and I've made it everyone else's problem.

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

Alright, just to say what am I doing at the moment, to explain why i post so little

yes I know that the uncolored things look confusing and the last one looks suspicious

[glotoru]

emo and tatted up trafalgar law and pink/sanrio gf core because opposite aesthetics look so good tgt and i wanna write teeny tiny headcanons 4 my fav <33

- law who lets you decorate his car with pink little trinkets and hello kitty keychains to let other ppl know his passenger princess was there

- law who gets embarrassed having to walk with you into plushie stores to help fund your collection of stuffies to fill up your bed

- law who lets you sit right on his lap n colour in his tattoos with the prettiest pastels he got you

- law who wears sanrio bandaids over scratches because those are the only ones you carry with you

- law who gifts you hot and baby pink matching sets from victoria secret because he knows how much you love them

- law who begrudgingly lays with you in your bed while you run your freshly done nails all over his body after showing him your new new set

- law who ignores your complaints about him throwing your plushies off the bed to make space while he gives you the nastiest head of your life

- law who tells you to cry to those fucking stuffies you won’t stop complaining about as he fucks you face down right into your bed

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[silly-goose-kid]

happy late birthday an shiraishi my beautiful wife GIVE HER A TUMMY PIERCING SEGA!!!

[wafflinglumos]

My Golden Trio Headcanons (some modern some not)

Harry:

Oddly good at beer pong.

One time caught the snitch in his mouth and almost died.

Is REALLY good at cooking(less headcanon and more actually canon)

Loves the rain, absolutely hates thunder.

Had American southern tea ONCE and never looked at Earl Grey the same way again (Hermione gets upset about it every time they get tea together)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Ron)

Is really good at drawing birds specifically.

He’s good at pottery but can only make bowls and plates.

SPIDER-MAN FAN

Ron:

Chess lover, both magic AND muggle(that’s canon but I’m including it anyways)

When Harry tried American sweet tea for the first time, Ron got to try fried butter for the first time too, he promptly inhaled it.

He hates crabs.

He often has stare offs with Crookshanks which either end with Ron getting mauled, or Crookshanks getting locked out of the room.

Is a DIEHARD Beastie Boys fan, Hermione introduced him to them and he hasn’t looked back since.

His favorite color is the exact shade of brown that Hermione’s eyes are :)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Harry)

Wears bright neon crocs, has worn them on dates with Hermione before, will wear them on dates with Hermione again.

Got a buzz cut one time and Hermione screamed in pure unbridled terror when she saw it(she did not speak for him for a week, he had to magically grow it back)

Bad at pottery but loves playing with the clay.

DEADPOOL FAN

Hermione:

Aroace spectrum(because I love projecting onto characters and it’s canon in my eyes)

One time tried to straighten her hair and both Ron and Harry got scared when they saw it(it did not work)

Knows ALL of the Elder Scrolls lore

Has played Skyrim to completion over 19 times.(that is not an exaggeration, she’s pulled various all nighters)

HORRIFIC sleep schedule

Will not read romance, UNLESS it’s completely historically accurate.

Bad at drawing, really good at pottery oddly enough.

While she’s good at pottery, she absolutely despises the feel of wet clay, and then the feel of dry clay on her skin so she doesn’t sculpt stuff without gloves on.

Hates the texture of pasta, it has to be made in a VERY specific way for her to enjoy it.

Doesn’t like being smooched on the temple because it’s too close to her eyes and she thinks it’s unsanitary.

Had a seafood boil one time and was out like a light for a full DAY.

Tried a vegan diet for like a year but she accidentally ate a wet piece of ham in a sleep deprived delirium.

Beans on toast FIEND.

One time had a five day mental breakdown over magic and specifically quidditch brooms not following the laws of physics.

Dinosaur nerd.

Dr Strange and Reed Richards fan

Golden Trio:

Codependent.

They have a book club, Ron’s favorite genre is a mix between really cheesy badly written romances and westerns, Harry’s favorite genre is murder mysteries and philosophy, funnily enough, Hermione doesn’t like murder mysteries because she guesses the plot/plot twists and they’re always correct, she usually only reads non-fiction but she occasionally likes accurate science fiction and she also enjoys biographies.

Hermione once sat them down to watch a bunch of muggle movies, some Harry recognized, while Ron was just utterly entranced by the television, occasionally shaking Harry’s shoulder when something happened on screen.

While Hermione was finishing her seventh/ “eighth” year she was sent at LEAST ten letters DAILY, from both Ron and Harry.

They shared an apartment for like two years and would quiet often all sleep in the same bed.

That habit followed them into adulthood, and they occasionally sleep in the same bed.

Both Harry and Ron, along with Ginny, will flaunt Hermione being the minister, often.

Harry has forced the other two to rewatch every Star Wars movie, more than ten times.

Ron and Hermione broke up one time in their relationship and Harry was more distraught than both of them combined.

[maxpaulll]

Despite being *incredibly* behind on Redacted videos I still have Redacted thoughts from time to time.

Today? David and Angel who regularly shower together.

Not in the sexual way (okay, maybe sometimes in the sexual way) but in a sweet, domestic way. Washing each other’s backs and just taking care of each other in such a simple way. Just to make sure they’re clean.

Angel in the throes of burnout from work, they /have/ to shower to feel clean and like a person but they can’t bring themself to do anything more than sit under the hot water and evaporate, and David who stands behind them and patiently does their annoyingly long hair-care routine, applying their face wash, and gently spraying them down when he’s done-

David, who’s a wreck after the summer solstice, having Angel gently wash away all the sweat and tension away from the day. They’re massaging shampoo into his scalp as he melts, pressing kisses into his temple and wiping the soap from his eyes as they wash it out.

But it’s not just when they need it most. It’s almost every night (unless someone’s away) sometimes it’s just a weeknight and Angel is chatting about their day, or a late Sunday when David’s pulled an almost-all-nighter and Angel is trying not to fall asleep between the warm water and David’s calming presence.

That’s all vv