#hi yum

[ballercollective]

glevil and hecctor hcs lets fukcing GO

glevils:

hc that glevil will tweak tf OUT when he gets upset/angry. like, he will turn into a glitching mess when he gets upset. i hc that hes like, a ai who gained sentience and found its way into a mannequins body. and, eventually, into a cult (or "family" as he would put it)

going back to my original point of him tweaking out, this only happens because hes unstable (like, physically, his coding wasn't finished), and that glitching mass he becomes fucking HURTS to come in contact w/. think taser but all over.

since hecctor cant exactly feel stuff (concrete + scarring), he will normally lay on glevil until glevil calms down and/or his glitching calms down. he has to be careful cause glevils wood is BRITTLE AF, the mannequin he possessed was an OLDIE /hj

hecctors:

he doesnt quite get what cuddling is, which is why he will literally just flop on glevil instead of, y'know, actually cuddling him 😭😭 he means well tho, also glevil doesn't mind. it gets the job done

the only reason he does what he does is because he still has SOME memories from wallter. all of them are very fuzzy though, he saw mark getting held (getting cuddled) so he copied it. he doesn't understand it though. most memories are just of mark (he cared to try and remember those the most because mark reminded him of glevil)

hecctor is easily startled by loud noises (mainly because there were lots of loud noises in the lab he was made in) so he had to wear shooting range level headphones when him and glevil go to places with lots if people

hecctor AND glevils:

glevil and hecctor bonk faces/air kiss everyday, it sounds.. funny. because its hallow wood and old concrete getting knocked together- what do you expect. they love doing it either way

sometimes glevil and hecctor will bake together even if none of them can eat (or open their mouth for that matter). glevil says its "to help hecctor learn to hold and grip stuff better", but he really just loves spending time w/ glevil

hecctor will write and sign about glevil ALL THE FUCKING TIME and glevil wont stop yapping to all the other mannequins about hecctor when he visits the hide out. like, EVER. somehow they will just be able to tslk on and on about eachother

they are autism (hecctor) and adhd (glevil), to me at least (projection BEAM)

erm, ANYGAYS. yuo wont be able to guess who it is. 🛸👽

Sometimes I can't believe glecctor is a real, fully functioning crackship and isnt just an oc x canon is it just me

Also THESE ARE SO CUTE HFKGKRKELRFMRRKGKRK3OEKEJUGUGOSUJVJTJCJRJFJFJFJFJFJKFB

[ask-regretevator-whiteout]

whats ur opinion on hecctor

(you'll NEVER guess who it is trust 👽👽)

WALLTER: Hecctor.. I do believe I've heard that name around before. One of those mannequins mentioned him once or twice in passing conversation. He sounds nice. I.. don't think he survived the blinding, though. Maybe he did, who knows?

[such-a-daydreamer]

And then they explode

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny, de aged to like 4 and wondering around the alleys of Gotham after running away from his home dimension and his "responsibilities" as a superhero, "I need a parent. Like an actual parent who will care about me."

Just then, Red Robin lands on a pile of garbage bags and groans, knocked out. Danny smiles and yells up at the sky, "Thank you!"

Another bat makes it to the edge of the roof just in time to see Danny pulling Red Robin through a wall by his cape.

Later, when the bats track him down they try to take Tim back only for thier hands to go through him when they try to grab him. Danny, in all his little kid logic yells, "No! He's my dad now!" >:(

[soullessseraphim]

Is this even Arcana related anymore ? -

[britishneonjello]

lucky charm <3 :*)

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

Solomon x GN! reader

Warning: suggestive

Minors DNI!

It's too early in the morning as you mindlessly shuffle your way to the kitchen with the smell of coffee in the air coaxing you along. Being one of two occupants in the dormitory leads you to the conclusion that Solomon's already awake.

Your foot hardly makes it past the threshold, immediately stopping as your eyes land on him -- back turned towards you, leaning over the counter rubbing his eyes with a yawn while he waits for the coffee to brew. The only thing adorning this body is a pair of boxer briefs, so that means you're getting quite the eyeful of his glorious pact marks.

What a wonderful morning already.

As quietly as you can, you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him. His muscles tense at the sudden touch, though he quickly relaxes when he realizes it's you.

"Good morning," he says in a deep, raspy morning voice that drives you to near insanity. You can almost hear the smile in his words, knowing it's already made his morning just by being in your arms.

You place a little kiss on his shoulder. "Good morning to you, Sol."

That's when your hands begin to wander along his torso, feeling the smooth skin beneath your own, following all the little dips and curves. You go so far as to push your hands beneath the waistline of his boxers so your palms lay flat against his hip bones. You notice Solomon's breathing growing heavier from your exploring.

He chuckles lowly, "what are you doing?"

"Mm," you hum as you continue to pepper kisses along his shoulders and up the nape of his neck, while your hands rub up and down the sides of his pelvis, "just appreciating the morning's gifts."

This makes him groan softly and his arousal to grow steadily.

"You know what you're doing. And it makes me want to do more than just appreciate you." Solomon turns to grab a hold of your hips, spinning you around until you're pushed against the counter he'd been previously leaning on.

You're stuck between two forces who do not intend to budge, a rock and a hard man...place, if you will.

His face draws in closer to yours, his breath fanning across your skin and the warmth of his lips brushing against your own. There's a fire burning in his eyes that almost feels misplaced, as if the deep blue within them could drown out anything that wasn't soft admiration for you. But it's a look you've seen before, one you'd gladly see over and over.

A sly grin tugs on your lips as you decide to push him one last time, knowing what's to come if you do.

Your hands slide up along his broad shoulders before letting your fingers travel down to the pact mark that's occupying the area of his collarbone. Then, out of nowhere, your tongue makes contact with his salty skin, tracing along the lines of the pact mark in a fluid motion. Solomon's knees nearly buckle as he shudders from your intimate touch.

"Fuck it. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." he growls, pinning you harder against the counter, and grabbing your face between needy hands to smash his hungry lips against yours.

Indeed. What an even better morning it's become.

[quesadilla-day]

delicious jade 😋yummy yummy 😍

[idiotsyncratic0]

my emmet in hisui copium

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[evercelle]

now, you'll never ever forget me for the rest of your life.

[suntails]

❤️⚔️

[pastlivesxpastlie]

What’s that you say? Smutty fluffy self indulgent fic with soft bf!vessel x plus size gf!reader? Wow🖤🙂‍↕️😇

established relationship • plus size reader • morning sex • thigh riding • dirty talk • pet names • some body worship 🖤 • icky sticky cutey

“You’re so warm.”

“And you’re chilly. Where’d you go, sugar?”

“Hmmm.” Vessel tucks his face in your neck as he snuggles closer to you under the deliciously warm blankets. “I was going to go run…but it’s raining and you look so cuddly.” He places soft kisses on your clothed shoulders before moving to your neck.

“You feel like a little ghost.”

“Oh?” His kisses move to your cheek. “See through? Spooky?”

You chuckle and rub his back absentmindedly with your nails. “No, dummy. You’re ice cold.” Finally your lips meet his. He isn’t cold for long when his arms snake around you and your bodies press against one another. Your hand trails down his side to his thigh. You squeeze it lightly and let out a little hum. “Mm strong boy.” Vessel moans and inhales sharply as you massage his toned body.

“You like your spider monkey?” he jokes. He thinks he’s a lanky mess. And maybe he is.

“I do.” You giggle and kiss his neck as his hands explore under your sweatshirt. “And you like this?”

“Hm. What could you be?”

“Chubby bunny?”

He squeezes your ass. “Eh. Not sure if I like that. You’re precious like a bunny…or a fairy…but maybe…” He starts to squeeze and massage your waist. “Maybe you’re my little cupcake.”

“Groan. Really, Ves?” you tease as his face moves to your neck again.

“You’re sweet.” kiss “It’s fun to…peel your little wrapper off…” kiss

You laugh and try to roll away but he traps you in his embrace. He’s so silly. But so sexy.

“There’s a whole lot of you in one compact little package. What’s not to like? Like a teddy bear.”

Your kisses become more desperate. Longer. Needier. You feel Vessel’s leg nudge between yours and you let it in. His strong thigh is flush with your pussy. Your hips have a mind of their own and grind down, your legs squeezing. It is impossible to keep from moving like this. And he encourages it, holding your plush hips loosely so you can move. He pulls from the kiss eventually and tightens his grip.

“Slow down, bear…” he chuckles. You had started humping him like a teenager in the backseat of a car. You blush and slow down, feeling a little embarrassed. “Just slow down…it’s not going anywhere.” He places kisses on your forehead as he starts to move you the way he wants. “No one’s taking it from you. Just relax… I’m right here…just feel good for me.”

And he holds you. Let’s you rut against his thigh as he kisses your face.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers huskily in your ear. He sucks and nibbles on your earlobe as his spidery fingers trail up to your breast, coaxing your nipple to harden under his index finger. “You feel good, don’t you?”

You nod and whimper, feeling any tension melt out of your body as you slump like a ragdoll. He gropes your tits and moans softly—you love how much he loves them. You’re still riding his thigh without chasing any release. Just feeling to feel. You lift your sweatshirt up, inviting him wordlessly bury his face in your chest. God it feels amazing, him kissing and swirling his tongue on your nipple like he’s making out with you. The fire growing from your tummy to your pussy makes you clamp your thighs hard around him. He purrs from between your tits and maneuvers to lay back. The fingers of his left hand rubs your pussy a bit clumsily only because it isn’t his dominant hand but it still feels good. As he leaves little wet, pink marks from his acts of worship you can only let out little gasps and tiny whimpers…trying to say his name…trying to tell him how good it feels. But he knows. He knows how good it feels to have your body worshiped by the person who loves you. Hell. You taught him how. His mouth moves to your tummy. Your squishy softness that he loves so much.

“There’s so much of you…” he whispers against your skin, “and I still can’t get enough.”

You smile and chuckle a little, letting your hand drift below the covers to rub his stomach and tease the waistband of his sleep pants. “What a line, Ves.”

“Did you like that, darling?” He knows you’re just messing with him. He comes up and kisses your lips much to your delight. His lips are so soft. So naturally pouty. Pretty boy.

“I mean, I did…It was just…”

“Bit cheesy, yeah?”

You laugh and hold him close in a deep kiss. You were so in sync with one another as you both worked to get off each pjs. No one needed to ask if the other one was ready. Or if they wanted it. Your bodies just knew.

How many times have you done this? Watched him wince in pleasure and mutter little whispered curses as he pushes his cock inside your tight wet core? “Take it take it take it…fuck you’re so good. Such a good girl. My sexy little thing.” It doesn’t get old. It gets sexier each time. He bottoms out but immediately starts to fuck you steadily, his balls and public bone pressing firmly against you with each thrust in. He towers over you, making you feel tiny with his long arms caging in you against the bed. “Mmm fuck. Fuck…girlie I’m so sorry…I’m…”

It makes you laugh a little that he’s concerned about cumming when you’ve been cumming. “It’s ok…cum with me, Ves…please…”

His eyes burn through you in a way that makes you blush despite having done this and seen him this way a countless number of times. Vessel gently lifts your hands above your head and pins them both with one of his wide hands. His other hand comes up to your cheek, caressing you gently…a stark contrast to how he’s rutting into you and being such a dirty boy in your ear. “You want me to cum with you, sugar? Are you gonna make me? Huh? My best…gorgeous girl…” He collapses on you, gasping and whimpering in your ear, softly thrusting as he rides out his high. Instead of catching his breath, he lets his lips mash against you, his tongue licking in past your lush, pretty lips. You nuzzle your nose against his. Your hands flex under his grip.

“You gonna let me get up, sweet boy?”

Uh oh. You know that look.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Stabby!" Damian heard the white haired teen call out to him as he jumped behind the younger vigilante, "Defend my honor!"

Damian looked at him, perplexed as Red Robin rushed towards them, "I said I was sorry!" The boy behind Robin practically growled, "You ruined my binder! Ruined!" The boy almost threw his hands in the air at the last statement but seemed to catch himself last minute and continued to cover his chest and what Damian deduced was his otherwise bare chest.

Damian had enough decency to divert his gaze.

Black bat chose this moment to come to thier rescue with a black binder with little stars and constellations on it. "How did you know I liked stars?" He asked, baffled, then a moment later, "How did you know my size?!"

Black Bat didn't answer and instead signed at him to try it on.

The white haired kid quietly agreed and bolted over to where batman had been hiding in the shadows. He let out a surprised, "Hm?!" as the possible meta slipped into Batmans cape and used it as a glorified changing room.

Red tried to approach but was stopped by Robin raising his sword, "I fully intend to defend his honor if I need to."

"Oh my God! It was an accident! I swear!"

"How?" Black bat asked quietly."

[saintundying]

hm theory that if vampire eyes can indicate vampirism power or lack of stability (nicolas here) than i’m submitting the thought of armand fleeing after turning daniel because his eyes weren’t stable as an indication that daniel would be too fragile like nicki and armand couldn’t handle being there for that