#i love my girls!

[owosa]

Do you think we are friends in every universe?

Christmas gift I did for my besties that I totally forgot to put here. Basically, each lambsona and the follower form we choose for each others in our respective cults. I love my girls very much <3

The First Followers: These 3 are part of the group that my lambsona believes are reincarnated and goes searching for them when they "return" in a new form. These are the forms of the first life.

The Court: For @leivyathan. The tyrant has a very strict cult where followers keep their lives in peace as long as they follow orders and prove their worth. The marks on your face show that you are important to the leader.

The Lost Souls: for @eruerushi. The Necromancer brings lost souls back to life each time they finish their cycle, condemning them for better or worse to an eternal life in the cult.

The Favorites: for @angisam. In a cult characterized by cannibalism, few can have the luxury of a long and full life, especially one that ends with your body in a tomb and not in an oven.

[hekateinhell]

Ddg verse for overstimulation!! Lestat intentionally does poorly on an assignment to see if she can get Armand to fuck her again. Armand, realizing what she wants, meticulously combs through it and marks every little error. When Lestat gets her paper back she goes to Armand who does fuck her (or maybe even makes Lestat fuck herself in front of her at first) and Lestat is thrilled that her plan worked until Armand doesn’t stop touching her and tells her that for however many mistakes she made on her paper, that’s how many times she’s going to cum

🥹💖

DDG my beloved! I really never reread my own stuff but I was reading that one literally yesterday because ykw I miss them!

Please, Armand would be so standoffish at first, she'll tell Lestat she doesn't deserve her touch and she makes her fuck herself using only her fingers while Armand watches and gets off as well (mocking her by using a monster dildo 🤧).

Lestat whines and complains so much though and is generally so insufferable and undisciplined that Armand finally snaps and as soon as she herself cums, she's pulling out the dildo and using it on Lestat, quick and rough.

Criticizing both her work and her attitude, placing the assignment between Lestat's thighs and telling her she's going to keep cumming all over it, losing as much control of her bodily functions as it takes to make the ink bleed completely and erase the utter gibberish that she tried to turn in. 🫢

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[sully-s]

Listen, if I had the time I would just make Justice Leauge the mockumentary, lol.

[chez-cinnamon]

What if Pomni seeks out comfort from Kinger bc of the last episode?? Finale !!

It is DONE !!

Everyone is so fun to draw I cannot.......... /pos

[greykolla-art]

Oh boy this has been one of those days where I just draw all day and forget to eat.😂

Enjoy my brain rot doodles while I go fix that!

[pinkgelpen444]

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[pangur-and-grim]

at the funeral my 85 year old great-aunt asked to see a photo of my cat, and so I said “sure” and showed her this, and she just said “oh”, visibly struggled to follow that up with anything, and then walked away.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[wayvirgo]

red velvet...ilysm

[cyberexorcism]