#its a drafts day

[stonyponyofficial]

my one goregirl pet peeve is that our cultural idea of what intestines look like is wrong. too bad its extremely hot when someone's guts just spill all out like that

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[thoughts-rambles]

Tonight, you were once again cuddled up to Mammon watching something together on his laptop. The now dimly lit room only served as perfect atmosphere for the action movie Mammon had picked out. As the movie played you let your mind drift to the scene around you. The warm hue of the bedroom lights, the contrasting cool glow from the laptop, the soft texture of pillows and blankets, the warmth the both of you had created, the feeling of his body next to yours; everything mixed together perfectly.

Earlier that night, Mammon had dragged you into his room stating that the cold devildom weather was too harsh for a weak human such as yourself. He continued, explaining that The Great Mammon would be so gracious as to allow you to huddle with him for warmth, and maybe even permit you to cuddle up to him if need be. You were his human to take care of after all, he couldn't let you freeze to death.

Now, however, it seemed his cocky demeanor melted away in the warmth of his bed. He leaned on you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him in return. You responded simply, grabbing his free hand and interlocking fingers with him. Even without looking at him you could imagine the look on his face, practically memorizing his expressions by now. As predicted, his face was completely flushed, with even the tips of his ears burning the gorgeous crimson you had come to associate him with.

Surprisingly, however, this time he did not pull away from your affections. Instead, he squeezed his hand in yours before bringing your knuckles to his mouth. He kissed them gently, placing them back down on the bed afterwards. You, now flustered, turned to face him in surprise, only to be met with his lips meeting yours. His lips were chapped, and his nose cold, and yet you wouldn't change a thing. You would simply turn your body towards him before cupping his cheek and bringing him in for another kiss. The movie was long forgotten, and neither of you could care less; you would much rather spend your night embracing each other. Even if you missed the ending, you could always just use it as an excuse to lay in bed together again.

[thirtenth]

Gap The Series (2022)

The Loyal Pin (2024)

Uranus2324 (2024)

Cranium (2026)

[anemonet]

Sneakily posting more of my little guys....they should put me in charge of a dlc i would do normal things pls pls pls

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[captain-sunshine-11]

Youtube Video Titles that have definitely appeared before and after the Foxes/Trojan gang graduate:

Pt. 1 (you are here!), Pt. 2, Pt. 3

"Matt Boyd making goggly eyes at Neil Josten (and sometimes Dan Wilds)"

"Andrew Minyard looking into the camera like he is in the office (ft. Aaron Minyard)"

"Kevin & Jeremy having a bromance compilation for 13 minutes gay"

"Laila Dermott and Catalina Alvarez being my favorite"

"David Wymack facepalming for 6 minutes!"

"Neil Josten Making Calls that should not have worked but did"

"Kevin Day Grimacing during press duty with Neil Josten"

"The Foxes Punching Other For 10 minutes comp."

"Jean Moreau wanting to be anywhere except for in front of a camera"

"Nicky Hemmick confusing his striker mark for 5 minutes"

"Riko & Neil argue on The Kathy Ferdinand Show On Repeat - 2hours"

[harbingersglory]

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

[gravedigg]

The Magician / Justice

[b4kuch1n]

study of this masterwork

[xxplastic-cubexx]

They got divorced again

[surreal-duck]

@midoyuzuweek day 6 | angst / ghosts

ghostic au yet again !! trying to figure out the lil ghost effect was a bit of a hassle but i like how it came out :]

[clairesbeauchamp]

every breath, every hour has come to this (insp)

[thenerdyalien]

The real tragedy of bbc merlin

No matter how many years have passed since the finale, sometimes I still get choked up thinking about Merlin's devotion to Arthur and how cruel destiny really was to him. Because yes, Arthur's death was tragic, but for me Merlin's prophecised destiny was always the real tragedy of the show.

Like imagine being told that your whole purpose in life, your destiny, is another person, and not only that but someone you don't particularly like at first (a prat, you may say). And it's clear that he often feels trapped by this, even going as far as comparing his destiny with Arthur to a marriage (yes, that happens in not only one but two scenes, though one of them was deleted), an arrangement he had no say in but that has dictated his whole life. But the worst part is that he starts growing fond of him, he starts falling in love with the man he is inside, the real Arthur, not the facade he puts on for others. And suddenly it's not about destiny for Merlin anymore, it's about Arthur. He puts Arthur above everything. His kind, his beliefs, himself. He shuts himself off, he becomes a shell of the boy he used to be. Arthur's well-being is everything to him and nothing else matters. That's why he chooses Arthur over magic in the Disir, that's why he never told him the truth about his mother, that's why he was ready to die without ever letting Arthur know about his secret...because he would rather jump into the flames than to ever put Arthur in that position. And then imagine finding out that in the end, it was all a cruel joke, that the man you had come to love with all your being would be ripped from you anyway, no matter how dutifully you fulfilled your destiny, no matter how much you had given away for him. Because it turned out that your destiny was never Arthur, it was tragedy, it was martyrdom, it was giving away your body and soul for a future that will never come, a golden age that you'll never get to see.

That's why we're all still here 12 years later, because the bbc unintentionally wrote the most devastating tragedy of the century under the disguise of a silly family show.

[rekikiri]

a backliner from another team taunts kevin by calling him “pretty boy” and it immediately becomes A Thing amongst the foxes.

when nicky or allison see him around campus, they’ll whistle and cat call him.

lots of “hey, pretty boy!” “how’s it going, pretty boy?”

and kevin HATES IT. it simultaneously offends him to be called that and also flatters him. like how dare you call me pretty boy…but also, pretty boy? me?

and of course it has to escalate because it’s the foxes.

nicky and allison start to run out of steam a bit and decide to try to come up with similar nicknames for the other foxes. neil, of course, falls victim pretty fast.

the foxes are hanging out on a movie night, neil is curled up beside andrew and on the cusp of falling asleep right there, and allison gets an idea.

“since neil is the youngest, he’s the baby of our group. he’s gonna be baby boy.”

and neil is like :O what ??? And the other foxes talk over everyone and drown out his complaints.

aaron: “allison, that’s disgusting, what the fuck”

nicky, dan, and matt: “allison!! thats perfect! he is our baby boy!”

renee: “aw, that’s so cute!”

andrew: *silent but intensely staring at neil’s flustered state*

kevin: *silent and completely judging everyone in the room*

and it just sticks, ofc. it’s frequently shortened to just “baby” by allison, nicky, and (sometimes) dan.

kevin, aaron, and andrew never call him it

surprisingly, the next victim ends up being andrew.

once neil is unbothered by the nickname, they have to come up with a new one to start over. it begins during practice, and it’s surprisingly not allison or nicky that starts it

andrew is in goal but he’s completely zoned out. which isn’t unusual, but instead of just ignoring everything, he is staring at neil. his eyes are tracking neil as he is zooming around the court without leaving him once. most of the team starts to notice and are silently laughing at it because, yeah, andrew, we totally believe you that you and neil aren’t dating sure.

wymack notices his distraction but is content to ignore it for a while. eventually, after a few too many shots just sail right past his head, he bangs on the door to alert the team he’s opening the court doors.

“hey, lover boy, we’re kind of having a scrimmage here. stare at josten on your own time.”

“mind your pay grade, coach.”

and andrew doesn’t even look bothered. he just slowly rakes his eyes over neil again before turning away. the entire team is failing to contain their laughter. even aaron is having to cover his laugh up with coughs to try to keep up his front of hating their relationship

to his credit, neil only blushes a little bit

so that’s how our bastard trio end up being pretty boy, baby boy, and lover boy :)

[artuurle]

"I'm picking at my sweater Aware that some day I will die Just praying and hoping That I can leave something behind"

Alt without most the shading under the cut

this guy sucks lets kill him with hammers