#heehehehe

[faeiirlrly]

oh yah and the eddie munson peeking in the side might as well post tew!!! hoohohohoh i love using tumblr as my closet which i just throw stuff in!

[whereslynx]

Ways Oscar “Spooky” Diaz would show possession over you.

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Oscar prefers to show, not tell. He gets a kick out of having the power and capability to show everyone that you’re his, instead of boasting about it with no action to back it up.

In short, he believes physically showing his claim on you sends a message that words are meaningless to.

Plus, he thinks it’s pretty fucking hilarious when he gets to see that one guy at the Santos’ party react to him taking you by the waist and guiding you to grind on him to the rhythm of the blasting music. Especially after you rejected the guy numerous times.

I mean, can you blame him for wanting to show others that you’re his, and will never be theirs? Oscar can only tolerate so much of silently observing men express their desire for you and that body he’d mark with hickeys only hours before.

It’s only about time before he’s walking up to you from behind, stopping whatever you may be in the middle of doing and letting his rough hand tug on your hair to lean your head back, planting a hungry kiss right in front of everyone.

Or when he notices one of the Santos staring a little too hard whenever you wear those short fucking shorts when the suns out and about. He’ll always find a way to slide his hand over your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze that makes you quietly yelp.

And once he gets a bit too close in between your thighs after the Santo redirects his gaze elsewhere, a whisper along the lines of “Not in front of everyone, Oscar.” would leave your lips with a furrowed brow.

But it was to nobody’s surprise when Oscar would only respond to you with a low chuckle, maybe even whispering a sorry into your ears.

But we all know he isn’t really sorry.

If he was really sorry, there wouldn’t be countless other times where he’s pulled you onto his lap whenever other men are around, mumbling to you about something how he’s only just making space for another Santo despite the many empty chairs sitting around.

If he was really, really, sorry, he wouldn’t hug you from behind and rest his hand beneath the cleavage of your top that he caught one of the boys drooling at.

But at the end of the day, even Oscar himself will admit that he isn’t sorry.

Because if anyone didn’t know who you belonged to, they did now. And that was all he could ask for.

[moribund-tennis-ball]

Hey priscy.

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Check out that guy. He looks interesting.

[Aren’t you supposed to be narrating me.]

Oh right. Priscilla walked over to that guy cause he seemed interesting.

….

[Whatever]

Priscilla walked over to the presumably kid stranger and actually tried to start a conversation. How nice!

@the-moderator-2

The Stranger was sitting near a tree, seemingly out of breath. Anatole was only attempting to rest, just for a minute. Running isnt good for him, especially not now.

He quickly adjusts himself, the moment He saw Priscilla.

"Hello?" He spoke, quietly.

[silvercap]

Oooooh how about intubation/ventilator + Leon? OwO

You know I won't say no to that >:D

They have him on a ventilator while the paralytic lingers in his veins, the foreign sensation of his chest rising and falling without his control sparking panic whenever he surfaces enough from the haze of sedation to feel it. The tube in his throat leaves his mouth painfully dry despite the measures they've taken to protect it from the scraping plastic, but at least it's not quite as uncomfortable as the emergency airway they'd shoved down his trachea in the field while he'd lain there helpless and unable to move, feeling his body stop working as the BOW poison had leached into his veins and frozen his muscles. They told him they'd needed to perform CPR at one point when his heart rate became dangerously low, but Leon doesn't remember that part.

What he does remember is waking up in heart-pounding terror, unable to move an inch and surrounded by faceless, masked figures, a machine breathing for him and more tubes and wires than he wants to think about attached to his body. He couldn't even scream, couldn't even nod when they tried to reassure him that he was safe. The pain medications had been a relief, pushing him backwards and out of reality for a period of time, even though he didn't really hurt that bad.

In. Out. Slow and controlled, the click and hiss of mechanical parts echoing each involuntary inhale and exhale. Leon tries to twitch his hand and finds that he can only manage to move his eyes to look down, his hand limp and unfeeling where it rests atop the blanket. The words on his bracelet blur when he tries to make out what they say, but he supposes it's probably all information he knows already anyway. He closes his eyes. In. Out.

He's so vulnerable like this, laid out and totally managed by hospital staff, all agency out of his reach. He hates it. Something wet trickles down his temple.

A warm hand squeezes his own as Piers tuts and leans over the wipe the tear away, his body shifting so that Leon can see him without needing to turn his head, because, again, he can't. "It'll be alright," Piers says softly. "You're okay. Are you with me again?"

Stupid question. Leon couldn't answer if he wanted to. He closes his eyes though, scrunches his eyebrows. Piers strokes a hand through his hair, both of them powerless to change the situation.

In. Out.

He wants them to bring him more sedatives.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

FirstKhaotung reaction to the scene of Bison babygirling over his crush on Kant

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Source as above

THK Premiere - 20/11/2024

[discodiscodemon]

they forgot their trimmers at home

[passwordispassword]

i want to chew on him like a gummy or perhaps a dog toy .

[whumpsoda]

Guess who’s got 400 followers on their silly little blog! Meeeee!!! :D

[lemedstudent2021]

WE SHALL BE WED BY DAWN AMONGST THE FESTIVES AND COLOURS

💍

LET THE PREPARATIONS COMMENCE

[eggwishing]

did u know spot’s va used to make indiepop love songs

[mistermalaprop]

Anon doesn’t let ya add pictures 😭😭😭

But here’s my little bear guy he’s from Sweden and I love him

wittle bear….

*gives virtual pets*

You can have this picture I took today of this giant rid15 Bumblebee in return

[midnight-mourning]

drops holiday spirit moon on ur doorstep & scampers off. Mwahah

HELLO HOLIDAY SPIRIT MOON

I LOVE YOU HOLIDAY SPIRIT MOON

i am missing something it's you AHLDFJLKSJFLDSJLK-

thank you for the lovely man pommi, i'm going to use him as inspo for a story scene <3333

MERRY CHRISLTY!!!!

[powdermakesbombs]

Hi guys!1!1!1!1! I made a tumblr account without Vander or Vi knowing >:) I'm so excited !!

[leadingmusetta]

Recently I’ve been having fun turning my old toys into pins.

Like look at this little pig thing:

Cute, yes?? But what if….

He was a WEARABLE OBJECT

[silna-pdf]

Brainwashing my non resident evil moots into believing Albert wesker had a wife and kids

[sentfromwolves]

thank you @maddstermind for the reverse tag!! here is a short one from hbabl!! >:3

“Nemesis,” Judge said. His voice carried something inside of it—hesitance, vulnerability, the kind of plea bargain that precluded some damning reveal—maybe even the truth. Nemesis turned to him just as the GTO sped beneath the mouth of tunnel, into the yawning abyss beyond. For a moment, Judge’s cauldron gaze held his own—the only light in the dark. But then he closed his eyes and looked away. “No,” he said, “it’s nothing. Nevermind.” Nemesis wanted him to stop the car. Nemesis wanted him to say what was on his mind. Nemesis wanted—what?

tagging: @astorichan @fortunatetragedy @awritingcaitlin @ladywithalamp @surroundedbypearls @sodaliteskullwrites @trixies-show & open tag for anyone else!