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oh shi it's Dawktrap's birthday happy birthday glitchy 😲😲😲
#olive's brain#dawko#dawktrap#technically it's#darkest desire#anniversary but I say it's Dawktrap's birthday#because it's funnier to have Darko's and Dawktrap's in the same week
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dear dawko
drop more DD lore please
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Steve: What is your darkest desire? Drugs, sex, murder?
Jonathan: I want to make eye contact with someone across the street before a bus passes and I simply just disappear with the bus
#jonathan is a mysterious boy#steve just wanted to have a fun get to know each other conversation#stranger things#steve harrington#jonathan byers#stonathan#darkest desire#desires
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Are you ready for the never-ending fire, old sport?
#pendrawing#sharpies#five nights at freddy's#glitchtrap#dawko#darkest desire#i love love love this song
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Feel free to skip this headcannon for Dawktrap Encounter based on Ruin DLC (I call it Not-Darkest Desire 3)
Ok, From the Ruin DLC, I can imagining MatPat looking for clues in the pizzaplex, found the Vanny Mask and with his morbid curiosity, Mat wears and began to see the glitch around him.
One moment where when he wears the mask, he wears the mask and find a figure in purple vest with purple and blue eyes, the figure then greets him slyly. Dawktrap plans to control Mat to obtain his precious knowledge because of his ability to solve FNAF secrets and weaponize him.
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AGH THIS SONG.
#dawko#lewis dawkins#glamrock dawko#dawko fnaf#darkest desire#Fnaf#five nights at freddy's#dheusta#lyrics
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Hey guys I actually genuinely forgot how hard Darkest Desire slaps until it came on my spotify today. anyways guess what i've been listening to on loop for the last ten minutes (you'll never guess :3)
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Pola Negri. The Way of Lost Souls, 1929.
#dark aesthetic#dark art#dark#darkest academia#darkness#dark academia#goth#dark desires#goth aesthetic#decadent#decadence#silent era#silent movies#silent cinema#1920s#1920s hollywood#1920s fashion#golden age of hollywood#european film#pola negri#goth girl#angst#my dear melancoly
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i guess that last post is also one of the reasons i find armand/daniel compelling (referring to the books mostly right now but it also applies to the show in a way) because daniel never really seems 'seduced' right away just by armand's looks like so many others are. he's afraid of him, but drawn to him. and it's the horror of him that he becomes attracted to, it's the first thing he sees. he does still find him physically attractive and i suppose he's still 'seduced', but the way it happens is very different; it's not his innocence or vulnerability or sweet face that makes daniel drop his guard. armand purposefully acts as terrifying and strange as he can for four years, constantly following him, being off putting and haunting and demanding and oddly caring at times and excited and annoying and confusing and scary, and that's who daniel falls in love with, who he stops running to be with. it's an unconventional kind of seduction and one armand is an active participant in. daniel is someone who comes to love him because of his nature, not in spite of it; who knows armand may look like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but to daniel, that's hardly relevant.
#iwtv#armandaniel#devil's minion#in the first book armand's seduction of louis seems more of the supernatural kind#armand is scary and unnatural simply by just Being and louis cant resist the allure of him while being curious of and repulsed#by his vampirism because its something he cant accept about himself#but he quickly comes to see him as the teacher lestat never was and hes much more comfortable expressing his physical attraction to him#and over and over despite louis knowing what he is hes described as appearing innocent and gentle and disarming at times#its the thing that seems to draw everybody in#except daniel who was drawn in by the horror and his desire to be just like him#something about seeing right inside someone for who they are and loving that darkest ugliest part not just the pretty exterior
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(from some unfinished scene that was bouncing around in my head, the premise of which was, "confessing your darkest fantasies to each other") bit nsfw, needless to say
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"God, I had this one--" Hob scrubs a hand through his hair, torn between embarrassment and a buried longing that's still very real-- "after I met you in 1689. This recurring dream that you would just... take me with you."
"With me," Dream says.
"To faerie land, or wherever it was you came from, as I imagined it. You must've lived in some fantastical place, I thought, and life was hardly treating me well then. Would just be for a few months, mind," he adds, before Dream starts getting the idea that he hadn't wanted to live. Hob had always wanted to live. He just needed a break. "A year, maybe. But just... that you would..." he ducks his head, "take care of me. God, the things I'd do then for a loaf of bread, or a warm bed. Things I did do, for lesser men. Would do lot more for you."
"Like what?" asks Dream. His voice is... considering.
Surely Dream, being, well, Dream, won't find it strange? Hell, he's so damn princely, he'll probably just be vain about it. Still Hob takes a steeling gulp of his wine. "Anything you wanted. You were the only one that was kind to me then."
"Barely kind," says Dream.
"Still. When I was really deep in it I-- I used to imagine you'd just keep me there. Like a pet." It should be more embarrassing to admit, but Dream doesn't seem judgmental. And Hob has often found that confessing deep feelings to him is easier than it would be to any other person. "Figured I was just a curiosity to you anyway. In exchange for your kindness I'd have done anything. Knelt at your feet. Let you use me. Kept your cock warm while you conducted your-- your magical affairs of state, or what have you, God I could only imagine what you did with the rest of your time." It still stirs something in him to think of, even with no starving desperation to spur it.
He's still looking down, and hears rather than sees Dream lean forward in his seat, the shift of fabric, the creak of the table as he leans on it, letting himself have real weight. "This fantasy..." Hob looks up to meet his gaze, and the dark intent he finds there nearly knocks him out of his chair. "Is it one you would still care to indulge in?"
"To-- indulge in?" The words are barely choked out, the heat of Dream's gaze brands his throat shut.
Dream looks him up and down slowly. "If I brought you with me to the heart of the Dreaming for an evening," he purrs, "would you truly kneel at the foot of my throne? Let me show you off to guests? Would you..." he leans in closer, his fingers trip up Hob's throat, "submit, and warm my cock like a good pet, while I presided over my kingdom?"
Hob's never beating the monarchist allegations now. He nearly slides off his chair and kneels at Dream's feet right then. God, but Dream is a king like none the earth's ever seen. He's right out of a story.
Heart pattering in his chest, he says, "Would I?" It sounds less a question, more a plea. "Would you let me?"
"Dear Hob." Dream tips his chin up, studies him from under his lashes, thumbs over the corner of his mouth. An evaluation, and a caress. "You need someone to care for you. In my realm you would want for nothing. You would not need to fight, or worry about your next meal. You need only do as I tell you. And I would not steer you wrong."
Hob swallows hard. Dream is too good at this. Why did Hob think it was a good idea to share a fantasy with the King of Fucking Fantasies again?
It was a terrible idea for his sanity.
And a wonderful one, too. For as Dream spins the tale he can see it in the back of his mind, the vague and changeable sense of a dream, the all-consuming weight of Dream in his mouth, Dream's hands in his hair, his low voice above him, all else faded away as is the nature of dreams.
Dream hums in approval, and Hob remembers quite suddenly that he can sense daydreams, too.
Dream digs his hand into his hair, tips his head back just so. "This isn't fair," Hob croaks. "You didn't even share one of your fantasies yet."
"Perhaps I've adopted this as one of mine," Dream muses. He leans in and claims Hob's mouth, tipping his head further back, rises from his chair to lean over him. Hob barely suppresses a whimper. "In fact, I have a delegation from Hell due to arrive in the Dreaming for a negotiation tonight. It promises to be both dull and incredibly infuriating. Would you care to join me, and comfort your king during this trying time?"
"From Hell?" Hob squeaks. But Dream is looking at him with those dark eyes and Hob is helpless to him. Helpless to the pull of that fantasy.
"I will keep you safe," Dream says, a soothing, easy tone that makes Hob want to bend for him just as much as his intensity does. "You need not worry."
Hob's worried for his sanity more than anything else.
But he says, "Okay. All- alright then." He swallows down the lump in his throat that catches at the gleam in Dream's eye. He steels himself. Takes Dream's hand. Kisses it. "Take me to your realm, then, King of Dreams."
#i'm feeling a lack of dom dream in my life lately. granted i'm contributing to it with my 10k dom hob wip#nsft#dreamling#dom/sub#things i write at 2am#my writing#the initial prompt in my head was 'cursed by desire to have to confess their darkest fantasies' XD sort of fuck or die but lower stakes
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Steven and a breeding kink (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
nsfw, minors dni!
“Oh-fuck, that feels good, yeah? ‘S okay if I fill you up? You want it?”
He’s rambling at this point, rattling on and on about how good you feel wrapped around him and how you’re the only one for him. You can feel his breath against your neck as he leans his head on your shoulder in an attempt to hide himself from you-try to have some decency, good lord, Marc says.
Steven’s rutting into you with no other thought in mind, one goal set. It’s clear in the way he has you pinned under him, encasing you in his arms. He’s not usually this pushy, taking what he wants, but you don’t really mind.
“I think you’d look lovely-“ he stops himself, pausing to breathe and lifting his head from your shoulder.
You know what he’s thinking. You always do with Steven, “Lovely how, Steven?” You whisper against his lips and he’s lost his train of thought again. This is dangerous. You could get possibly any and everything out of him.
There’s a whine building in his throat, waiting to move again, “Full of me. You know,”
“I think so too,”
“Really?” There’s a dumb smile on his face now, his cock twitching at the idea of you plump and ready to burst all because of him.
Smirking up at him, you pull him down to your neck again, “Do it, Steven. Wanna make you a daddy,”
He lets out a breathless whine at your words, and follows your orders.
#steven grant#steven grant smut#steven grant x reader#steven grant imagine#moon knight#moon knight x reader#moon knight smut#marc spector#jake lockley#marvel#marvel x reader#smut#imagine#srry for posting my deepest darkest desires on here#but u guys get it
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respite
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Everybody who sees this, vote for Darkest Desire! Let’s get it to the finish line.
QUARTER FINALS: Fetch vs. Darkest Desire
#Sorry for all the polls I’ve been posting lately#fnaf#five nights at freddy’s#five nights at freddys#dawko#dawko fnaf#darkest desire
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So Darkest Dungeon 2 came out, and it's got new mechanics where party members can develop relationships with one another based on stats and interactions. They can be positive ones like Respectful or Hopeful or negative ones like Hateful or Envious.
Anyway, I mention all this because after a few hours of play my party rested in the inn, and when they woke I saw this.
GOOD FOR THEM.
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does anybody still edit tvtropes....
i mean ... (blushes.. giggles( do you really thinki i couge...
nahhhhhhhhhhhhh...
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unless.
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Closed RP w/@darkest-and-deepest-desires
Raven had invited her mother over to stay with her until she can find her own place to live. She didn't mind it, especially since her boyfriend was being so supportive of her. Unaware that her mother's body had completely changed and had gotten thicc. To the point any guy, would want to sleep with her.
Raven gave her mom some clothes and went to the living room, while her mother went to take a nap. Raven sat down and sighed softly, before hearing the door open. "Welcome home. Sorry for not returning your messages. I was busy helping my mom."
@darkest-and-deepest-desires
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