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[electricvinyls]

BATES LOREE!! read if you want!! It's a lot but this character is probably a very healthy outlet for me and i really do care about him

STUFF UNDER CUT!

PUBERT 'BATES' 🩻 | he/it | Transgender fag, passes as cishet| 39 y/o | Autism + BPD

Childhood stuff uhm i forgot to add. He grew up lower middle class, his house was very small, rural farmhouse almost. He was undiagnosed with autism for a long time, it was too expensive for his family. But they knew something was up, he was seemingly the "outcasted" kid. Weird and antisocial. He COULD fit in, he was good at almost copying the way other kids act, but his mom often urged him to just be himself. He never had a girlhood, he was always rugged and wasn't nurtured to lean any which way (gender wise). He was raised catholic an continues to have that faith. His father was a bit more lost in his faith, but his views were harmful. He looked down on his wife, having the traditional views. They would fight a lot, and it didn't bother Bates until it got physical. His father would hit and yell and break things. Bates says it didn't effect him, he went to therapy for a while in his teenage years, but he grew such a deep rooted disgust and hatred for his father after that. He almost felt like he needed to harm his father. It didn't help that his mother watched so much true crime, and documentaries.

He had started killing and dissecting small animals, his mom wasn't too fussed, if anything she just nurtured him further, hoping that she could love anything wrong out of him.

His most vivid childhood memory was a documentary in which they said "most serial killers start with small animals" and he felt this nasty weight. He burrowed into his mom's arms and sobbed "I don't want to be a serial killer"

All she could do was hold him and kiss his head "don't you worry baby, that won't happen"

THROES UP I'M SO UOSET I LOVE HIM SO BAD

he does go on medication for his BPD for a few years when he was like 17. He chose to stop taking them so he could learn to control his emotions more tho.. on his own..

Ok LORE STUFF later on lalala ↓

Bates works as a Doctor, occasionally dabbled in scientific work when his specialties are needed (surgery stuff).

He Is autistic so he's incredibly blunt and almost rude off the job. As a stark contrast, when he's ON the job he's incredibly charismatic. He's kind and so well put together, people can go on about how much they enjoy Bates as a doctor.

Medical work and anatomy is Bates special interest, and his job satiated his need for all of that for a long time. When he got into his mid 30s, it definitely got worse though.

He had made a mistake when he was treating a patient. He gave them a sedative, a very strong one. Normally he's very on top of what vials have what, but this? This was bad. He messed up BAD.

Instead of doing the right thing, and telling someone immediately, he was incredibly conflicted. Swallowing hard and sweating through his clothes, because he could hurt this guy. This patient of his was always a little rude, and well he had very...strange views. He was woozy and it wouldn't hurt?

He dissected that fucker right there and them, with nasty dull shit he scrounged out of old cabinets and drawers.

Since then he had this affinity and almost hunger for the blood and guts and anatomy.

Eventually he started resorting to working late nights, charming his way with the receptionist ladies that "oh that patient never came to my office? I'm not sure what happened" only to drag a poor jackasses body home to dissect and ruin.

His basement was disgusting, gross and piled with organs and very specific body parts. He only kept the parts he wanted to study, until he was done then he disposed through very tough means. His preferred method was acid and then just trashing everything else with his normal garbage. These dickheads didn't deserve their own trashbags, just the same old double bags he used for paper and food and whatever shit.

He only got SLIGHTLY found out when he tried to pounce at a man much stronger than him, he made a mistake in how much sedative to give. He was now getting sued for medical negligence (a nice way to put it). He needed a good lawyer, his charm and how well put together he seemed would only get him so far. So he finds caine. Caine Somsri. A hard worker, strong stomached so he wasn't bothered by Bates' charges, hell he didn't even mind that outside of his office? Bates was a bitch. They would work together to get past this small hurdle in Bates' career, small ? Not so much. It kept building up. Loss of files, people claiming malpractice towards them, bates even being accused of nearly killing a man with METH. Bates seemed appalled, disgusted, that his need to help people and take care of his patients was being misconstrued. Mistakes happen, while yes medical mistakes can be incredibly dangerous, no one has died, been TRULY harmed, he had done nothing. And Caine was going to fight TOOTH and NAIL to for Bates to be proven innocent.

They get close, very close, over the years that this case takes. Caine becomes very fond of bates, his bluntness, deadpan expression and monotone voice. Unfortunately, Bates gets ahead of himself. And providing sedatives for Caine has him realising. He can take advantage of this. He can have caine. Past the skin, past his bones, he can have caine wholly. From the inside out.

[genderqueerdykes]

i hope you all understand the reason why men are so messed up is because no one lets us talk about our problems.

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[chloesimaginationthings]

What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)

It’s from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion

Og post here

[time-woods]

yes. yes he did hit him with a pipe

(medieval fantasy drama au??)

The Carmine Cavalier (Carma (like karma)) and Sīdus the Fallen star

[flowersandfashion]

hot twink is tied up and penetrated

A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian

Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620

[muzsmocsing]

This is a formal apology for everyone I called a liar a scammer and a trickster for telling me bingqiu is on some freak shit. I'm not even 60 pages into book 2 and my guy has already been choked and force fed spooky demon blood.

I'm sorry for doubting y'all 🙏

[buggachat]

remember when miraculous ladybug finally decided to do an "adrien hangs out with The Guys" episode, like how we get scenes of marinette hanging out with The Girls all the time, but i guess the writers decided that the only way adrien would fit in an environment with a bunch of guys was if they were in a gay night club, and the night club was adrien's bedroom, and they were throwing around rainbow glitter and kissing each other and blasting The Village People so loud that it almost killed his already dead mother and

[latenightfoxhunt]

The Death of God's Will

[under here is the lineart and the first concept art(cw:more blood and less clothes)]

AAAAAA I've been working on this for 2 months! the trials, the tribulations, i learned color theory, im even employed now. im a whole new man

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Jason’s massage therapist deserves a fucking pay raise.

He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.

[electricvinyls]

‧₊˚ ┊GRAHAM CALLOWAYS GIRLFRIEND!! ⚡ 💿 Electricvinyl tag!! (Me x Crackle!)

♡⸝⸝“𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾...𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.”

Certified Doctor. Don't look at my credentials 💉🩻

Adam🌈🩷 | he/it/she | non-sharing selfshipper | plural + BPDtistic | I really love my BF 🩷.ᐟ.ᐟ

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Pro endo dni, sorry not rlly

[rinneverse]

Boothill….ougurrr….fucking you as if he’ll get you pregnant….

hey. when i catch you. this has been plaguing my mind ever since i saw the notif for it. mdni / nsfw content ahead. f!reader. mentions of breeding n’ pregnancy.

Boothill knows better.

He knows that it’s entirely impossible—that he doesn’t even have that capability anymore—but every day spent with you he yearns for it more and more.

The thought of seeing you pregnant with his child plagued his mind every single night.

It’s especially apparent in the way he fucks you: slow, deep strokes, pressing his metallic body right up against the flesh of your heated skin, fucking into you with a purpose, no matter if that purpose would be fruitless in the end.

“Sugar,” Boothill groans into your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your lobe. “You’re killin’ me here—fuck—grippin’ me so tight.. it’s like you don’t wan’ me to ever pull out.”

Your fingers press into metallic shoulders as his synthetic cock hits that spongy spot inside of you, a delighted mewl falling from your lips as he mouths sloppily down the slope of your neck.

“Feels s’good,” you whine back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “Baby, Boothill, please.”

He nearly snarls with an animalistic heat as his name falls from your lips, an angelic plea that he never wants to stop hearing. His hips snap harder, pace growing more ruthless, and your song grows more and more desperate as he brings you closer to climax.

“Never w’nna stop pounding this sweet pussy—mmh, yeah—I wanna put a baby in ya, w’nna make sure you’re nice n’ full..!”

He can feel his sensory receptors working into overdrive as he fucks into you, icy metallic fingertips gripping your hips so tightly that there’s no chance of you escaping him even as you squeal and flutter around him.

“Wait!” you cry. Pretty silvery tears of pleasure line your lashes, threatening to spill over down your cheeks. “T’much, slow down, g’nna cum, wait..!”

Boothill ignores your pleas, snapping his hips with a new fervor as he angles his cock to hit that perfect little spot inside you. He wants you to cum, and he wants you to cum hard.

“You like that idea, huh?” Boothill goads you. “The idea of bein’ pumped full of my kids? Yeaaah, you’re clenchin’ so tight around me. C’mon sugar, cum, I know you can.”

Boothill has never wished for something more as you cum around his cock with a cry. He’s never longed for his humanity more—the ability to empty his load inside your convulsing heat, to make you a mother, to see you so round and full of his kids.

In another life, perhaps, the two of you start a happy family together. One where this dream of his can come true.

For this one, he’ll just settle for making you cum until you’re seeing stars.

[plistommy]

Eddie thought Steve wouldn’t want to bottom since he’s only ever been with girls before, so he’d be more comfortable being the one on the top.

And Eddie was totally fine with that.

But then when the moment came, both of them naked and making out on top of Eddie’s bed after a long day without seeing each other, Steve had nervously rushed out the question.

Or more like the plea.

A plea of Eddie fucking Steve.

And Eddie?

He had been so close to start screaming out of pure joy as he dove into to give Steve a deep kiss, making the younger boy melt under him.

”I would love to fuck you, sweetheart. I can’t think of anything better.”

Steve had blushed so prettily under him, big eyes filled with lust as Eddie had kissed his neck, leaving marks there before he moved down Steve’s body to between his long and spread legs.

He had opened Steve slowly with his fingers, made him a trembling and moaning mess as Eddie kept his dark eyes on him. He wouldn’t dare to look away, not when Steve was so beautiful.

When he had his cockhead against Steve’s hole, he leaned down and gave Steve a long and deep kiss, swallowing all of the boy's moans as he finally pushed in.

They held hands as Eddie fucked Steve. Moaned and whined together when Eddie thrusted deep inside Steve, making the younger boy cry out as he felt overwhelmingly full by Eddie’s cock.

”You’re perfect, Steve. So gorgeous.”

Steve had whined for his name and arched his back as he came all over their sweaty bodies.

Eddie had tucked his arms under Steve’s shoulders and held him close to his body as he chased for his own release, whispering praises against Steve’s lips.

When he came too, moaning and kissing Steve, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

”Just…. Wow. Eddie, you’re… wow.”

Eddie let out a breathless laugh as he leaned back a little, looking down at Steve and his messed up hair.

”Yeah?”

”Uh-huh.” Steve nodded, smiling up at him, ”I’ve never felt this good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s cheek and chin, giving soft and teasing nips as Steve giggled under his weight, legs still wrapped around Eddie’s hips.

”So, a success?” Eddie grins, feeling really good and so freaking happy that he gets to have Steve like this.

Steve snorts and pushes Eddie’s hair back so his bangs are out of his face, leaving his forehead visible that Steve wants to kiss. And he does, making Eddie grin even more as his necklace dangles between their bodies.

”Yeah. Definitely a success.”

[genderqueerdykes]

transmasculinity and trans manhood are things to wear with pride. they will never be anything to be embarrassed or ashamed of, or something to be avoided. wear them loud and proud, you are radiant

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ pretty boy | peter parker

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for you, peter is the literally definition of pretty. his big brown puppy eyes and his perfectly structured face, his lean but muscular built, his cute little pout when you don’t give him a kiss before he goes patrolling.

he is just so so very pretty.

you don't know know how long you have been staring at him for, but he didn't seem to notice. too busy focusing on his science project, and his concentration is very hot.

his long slender fingers moving carefully and slowly to put the pieces together and your attention only zeroed on them. such, such pretty hands.

the weight of your stare was starting to make peter nervous. peter gets flustered very easily. and with you? you didn't even have to try.

peter suddenly put down the components for his project and turned to you, “i know i'm hot but can you please stop staring at me like that?” he mumbled, as a soft blush appear on his face. his tone was confident but you can sense his nervousness.

he tried focusing on his project again as you chuckled, the kind of chuckle that sends tingles all over peter's body, “sorry pete, but you are just so very pretty.”

wow. okay he didn't expect that.

peter chocked on his saliva, his body hot all over, nearly dropping the pieces of his homework.

“baby, you can't just say things like that.” he looked at you, eyes wide and soft. and it makes you grin.

“it's the truth.” you shrugged, “you're my pretty boy.” you know you're testing his limits, but it was fun teasing peter.

peter's mind malfunctioned. he's trying to ignore you, but the way you said my pretty boy is replaying over and over in his head.

“damn it.” he quietly swore, putting down whatever left of his project and turning to you.

your eyebrows rose in a teasing manner as a smirk finds its way to your face. “what?” you innocently asked, but you know exactly what you're doing, and he knows it too.

peter chuckled as he walks to where your laying at the bed. the sound send a shiver up your spine and now you're the one who's nervous.

he leaned closer to you, you could feel his breath on your lips as you both took a moment to admire each other. peter was staring at your eyes to your nose and your soft lips, bringing his eyes to connect with yours again and you could feel your stomach doing flips.

“and you're my pretty baby.” he whispered softly before cutting off a whine that rose up your throat with his lips.

his lips were a little chapped, but it fits your perfectly. your hands move to tangle on his hair, giving it a little pull making peter groan into the kiss. he leaned back, his warm hands move to find comfort on your waist as he brings you onto his lap.

peter felt like his heart was about to burst. every single sense of his is override and all he can focus on is you. you. you.

his home.

reblog for a kiss <3

[wynnyfryd]

Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:

Eddie, 21

guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy

“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.

He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…

Bored.

And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?

Steve swipes.

It’s a match.

He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.

Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?

Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.

Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?

Steve: Uhh…

Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.

Steve: Your bio? 🫣

Eddie: huh?

Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous

Steve: What’s that?

Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.

Eddie: okay, what?

Steve: What? I’m so confused lol

Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:

Eddie: hold pls

Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.

Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.

Finally, finally, a new message pops up.

Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤