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[selenne76]

...Intente escapar sigilosa de su círculo de atracción pero...

Él con su poderoso instinto me atrapo

¿Estas intentando escapar de mi?, ya deberías saber que soy un depredador, disfruto con la caza y cuanto más te empeñes en mantener las distancias mayores serán mis ganas de poseerte.

Me quede inmóvil, esperando a que él me devorara...deseándolo.

Sus labios rozaban apenas mi nuca, su cuerpo vibrando a escasos milímetros del mío..."puedo oler tu excitacion y saber que es toda mía me vuelve loco de deseo".

Me despojo del sentido de la vista y del tacto, se aposento a horcajadas sobre mis caderas y mientras sus manos profanaban mi piel, me susurraba al oído..."Te voy a castigar por intentar quitarme aquello que es mío".

_No saldremos de esta cama hasta que te rindas completamente a mi, le haré el amor a tu cuerpo hasta que ambos caigamos en el delirio y entonces procederé a f♡llarte el alma_. 🖤🖤🖤

[ghqstfqce]

Just thinking about Ethan Landry x Reader x Corey Cunningham, I mean, Ethan Landry x Reader x Dalton Lambert is hot, but having your two slasher boyfriends competing over who will own you is so hot. What will they bring? Someone's heart? A new body count in your name?

But my mind has also been on a constant loop this year of Ethan Landry x Reader x Danny Johnson, because shit, two Ghostfaces interested in you. These possessive little bitches won't hesitate to carve their name into your skin with their knives and it's not just about which master you obey, but who the damn Ghostface is and you're the one who has to go to all that trouble when they come to fuck you and demonstrate a spot.

I just want to get criticized by my shitty white boys and Dalton, Dalton is the baby in this whole group and I'm going to protect him from these little psychopaths because being the one getting f*cked should count for something.

Solo pensando en Ethan Landry x Reader x Corey Cunningham, digo, Ethan Landry x Reader x Dalton Lambert es caliente, pero tener a tus dos novios slashers compitiendo por quien será tu dueño es tan caliente. ¿Qué traerán? ¿El corazón de alguien? ¿Un nuevo recuento de cadáveres en tu nombre?

Pero también mi mente lleva todo esta año en un bucle constante de Ethan Landry x Reader x Danny Johnson, porque mierda, dos Ghostface interesados en ti. Estas pequeñas perras posesivas no dudaran en tallar su nombre sobre tu piel con sus cuchillos y no solo se trata de a que amo obedeces, sino quien es el maldito Ghostface y tú eres quien tiene que tomar toda esa molestia cuando llegan para f*llarte y demostrar un punto.

Solo quiero ser criticado por mis chicos blancos de mierda y Dalton, Dalton es el bebé en todo este grupo y lo protegeré de estos pequeños psicópatas porque el ser a quien f*llan debería servir de algo.

[liangluzhang]

Greeting

[mobagehelllocal]

I fully support Bottom! Malleus but the question is whether he completely relinquishes control or lulls his partner into a false sense of superiority flashback to Power Bottom Cater TwT

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut! *just thirst talk

Check out some ideas my friend Llan (@llart) and I talked about!

I’ve already talked about how much Malleus will adore the MC, regardless of whatever path they chose. What matters is that you didn’t know him. That’s all that really solidifies your relationship with him--plus, you straight up, address him with a stupid, and almost disrespectful nickname? He adores it. He likes how you don’t know him, he enjoys that for once--he’s met someone who can be frank with him. Someone who doesn’t care about his reputation. Look, at the end of Chapter 4, it’s clear that he has you in his thoughts when he sends that invitation. He doesn’t need too, but he sends it. He doesn’t even demand that you learn his name, he doesn’t want you too so that he doesn’t have to care about his obligations around you. 

In extension to this, you can imagine that with you--Malleus is capable of ignoring his status, his responsibilities, his need to be in control of any given situation as the Heir to the Valley of Thorns. 

Like yeah, without a doubt, Malleus may be the clear top in the beginning, but the truth is? Malleus wants to be a bottom. 

He wants to surrender all control to you. He doesn’t want to call the shots. He wants to be the little spoon, he wants to be the one receiving the cuddles... 

I’ll also quote Llan here: “he’s seeking a top to dominate him, so he can finally drop all the power charade” and “‘he just wants someone who sees him as him without the names and power’ being translated to ‘he wants someone to take the responsibility away’"

In conclusion?

Peg Malleus.

PEG THE WHOLE DIASOMNIA.

[dizziemelon]

im so lAZY but i drew these

[mobagehelllocal]

UWAAAAAAAA BABE I CRIED 😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIFT KFKFKFKFKFKTCKFKF IMMM IMMMK 😭😭😭😭 *incoherent noises*

I love you 💕 so much 💕💕

Please follow and commission my best girl friend 🥺💕

posting this a bit early but happy birthday @mobagehelllocal! Here’s to a year apart and suffering in twst hell!

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Since I didn’t really have anything planned for 200 followers, I’m going to just going to show you all some sketches I’ve made, since some people have asked me about them. I hope you all enjoy them, and sorry for not having more for 200!

Giorno with his hair down? Or long haired Diego?

The closest thing I have to something finished, and it’s not close to being finished lol

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Here's the llama/hart thing I promised! More from the post-veil bestiary. Not sure what its name will be yet. Llart? Hhama?

[nymphseongmina]

Fanart by CaityHallArt.

[anthonianrhapsody-blog]

Symphonies

by Reinier dela Llarte

This day is special for Zach.

          I open my eyes and the first thing I see is the sunlight passing through my window, greeting me; trying to cheer me up. But it ain’t working.

          I faintly hear Mozart’s Symphony No.21. As always, that song has always been Zach’s favorite. Its Sunday morning meaning, mom and dad are not at home until midnight. I can spend this whole day with Zach.

          I got up from my bed, feeling kind of empty. I walk towards the bathroom to bathe. I look at the mirror, brushing my long black hair, I notice my swollen eyes. I must be happy right now.

         Be happy.

         For my thoughts to wash away, I removed my clothes and got in the tub.  I turn the shower knob, taking in the water, which was about to dominate me.

         I feel so much better after taking a bath, as it took away the dried tears and sweat off my body.  For this day, I put on my plain white shirt with a pair of black jeans. Will I ever fancy wearing dresses or skirts? It’s just so not me.

         I ask myself one last time, “Am I ready? Of course I am.”

         Driven by excitement, I open my bedroom door, letting the symphony fill me.

         I shout, “Zach!” and with hopeful eyes and a sweet smile, he came towards me.

         “Are you ready for our date?” I ask. His smile went shy. With both hands, I clasped his hands between mine. The he rests his head on my arm. He missed me. He has a golden heart, which I treasured every moment when I’m with him.

         “Of course you are,” I say to him.

           I always got out with him every afternoon, after I’ve finished my school works, chores, or hangouts with my friends. But today, I’m putting it all aside. Well, I’m already done with my home works, which I finished yesterday. And so this time, we will go out earlier.

          “Would you like that?” Still staring at him, I thought of many things that we could do today. “Of course you would.”

         Preparing to leave, I walk up to the stereo to turn the sound off, with Zach trailing behind me.

         I close my eyes and breathe. I let the playful notes bounce in my ears and to my head, bringing me hope and joy.

         I turn off the stereo.

         Silence

         I walk again to find the house keys.  Zach sits in front of the stereo, waiting for something. Of course he’s waiting for me to get the keys. As I’m searching, I went back into my room and found the keys on the upper shelf where it has always been. Beside it was my wallet. I slid them both in my pocket.

         I hear my phone buzzing and I pick it up from my desk. As I open my phone, I see a text from Jessica, my friend.

Jessica: Hey Rachel, wanna hangout today? xoxoxo

         I text her back, saying that I will be busy today.  We could hangout next week. Well, she will understand after I tell her my reason. I place my phone back on top of the desk. I won’t be bringing my phone so there’ll be no distraction.

         I came back to the living room and caught Zach witting still in front of the soundless stereo, looking and staring afar; waiting for the blank melodies to be named. But no sound came out because it was out of power.

          I sit beside him and he finally looks at me with a wide smile, displaying his teeth. I can only shot back a grin. We both stand up and go for the door. I reached the knob and turn it without hesitation. Sunlight touches my skin, the heat sinking in. I check the door again to make sure that it’s locked.

         Here we go.

         On the tenth street Zach and I trailed on the illuminated path, displaying shadows that can’t be caught. I let myself wander off for a while.  

          “There are a lot of people outside today,” I say to Zach, though I can only recognize a few of them.  I see a man jogging across the street. He must be doing this daily. I see an old woman who must be cleaning her front yard. I see a couple fighting only a few blocks away, so sad. I didn’t know that these people do these things every morning. Maybe the reason why I only recognize a few of them is because I rarely conversate with my neighbors. Or I didn’t want to.

           Zach and I continued walking under the scorch, finding something. Something.

          The burger stall at last. We both agreed that we were really hungry. It was always an unspoken thing. We always liked eating our favorite food, burgers. As we approach the burger stall, I start waving my hand.

          “Rachel,” said the man, smiling.

          “Hey, Noah!” I replied.

          “You guys came early today,” Noah’s smile faded as he shifts his gaze towards Zach.

          “Zach and I are hungry,” I say with a weak smile, trying to compose myself. Noah knows.

          “Burgers?” he asks.

           I reply, “Make it three. It’s Zach’s special day today. So there’s two for him.”

           Noah’s smile returned, “Sure thing.”

          When the burgers are ready, Noah wished Zach and I a good day and I thanked him. Then we left. We found a bench to sit on. As I gave him his burger, he smiles with appreciation. “You’re welcome,” I say to him.

          We both started eating our burgers. I’m taking small bites, savoring the flavors that are melting in my mouth, making an effort to enjoy the meal. I glance at Zach. He, on the other hand, was very barbaric. He glanced back at me with a smirk.

           I wish this day won’t end.

           After eating, we started walking again; and after hours of walking, we were finally reaching our destination.

           I can taste the salty breeze in the air. Looking at the distance, the sea was a cerulean blue with fluffy white clouds in the horizon drifting by.  As we got nearer, I can hear the buzzing, humming waves, creating symphonies of its own. At last, we were in front of the calm heart-warming beach, as we stand on the sand of gold.

         I stare at the waves. From afar, it started out as a small one. Curling and rolling, and as it drew closer, it keeps turning bigger and bigger, a dominator. Then when the waves finally reached its biggest, it starts to disperse, falling apart and getting weaker until it becomes small again. A small one is crawling towards the shore, towards my feet. Then, it was pulled back into the water, disappearing into nothingness.

        I shift my gaze towards Zach. He is awed by the view; just like me. Until, he starts running towards the water, breaking its calmness. I didn’t realize until now that I am running towards the water too. I jump. I am now on the water. We’re playing again; just like always. We splash saltwater on each other’s faces. I burst out laughing while he smiled wide. All I can feel is happiness.

      I wish this day won’t end.

      We kept playing under the sun, not caring if our skin gets sunburned. After a while, we sit down in the sand, soaking wet. I remembered when we first met. We were kids then. You were a scared puppy until you met me. Since then, I have always been your partner in crime in everything, until now.

      “Oh my gosh! I forgot our towels,” I say to Zach. He didn’t seem to care and so did I. All I could think of right now is ice cream. “Stay here,” I say.

       I got back with both hands placed behind me, holding both of the ice creams that I’d just bought. I also bought our meals for later. Then I revealed the ice creams, and in just a few bites, he finishes his. I chuckled while I’m still holding mine. “Come,” I say to him.

       We trek into the forest, going up towards the cliff. After a few minutes, I realized my legs were sore from climbing. “We’re here,” I say with conviction. The view took my breath away. Peace, calmness, and contentment. That’s how I feel looking at the different hues of yellow to red, spreading across the sky while a flock of birds fly by. Where the sky meets the sea lays the sun, a fiery orb of power. Down below, the sea is tainted with colors that are reflected above. Zach, he must be feeling the same as me, stunned by the picturesque view. It’s all too perfect. I wish this day won’t end.

      I brought out the food I bought earlier. It was packed in a paper bag. As I removed the container, Zach got excited. It was another favorite of his, Fried chicken. We sit to eat our meal, and at the same time enjoyed the view. He just smiled, always smiling. I smiled back. “Every time I tell you my problems or every time I tell you a story which isn’t even funny, you smile which makes me laugh. You are my stress reliever, you always listen. Thank you,” I say to him.

     The sun sets. The day is ending. It’s time to go.

     It’s already dark when we set foot on the tenth street, only a few blocks away from our house. Then it starts raining. Well, technically, we’re wet after we swam at the beach, but still. We started sprinting our way home, laughing. As we got nearer to our house, my heart beats faster. Is it tiredness or the butterflies in my stomach? Finally, we’re in front of the house. My body begins to shiver because of the cold; my heart, beating at its hardest and fastest.  Zach looks at me with a worried face. I get the keys from my pocket to open the front door.

    As I’m about to insert the key into the keyhole, with my hands shaking, I accidentally dropped the key. Zach picks the key up with his mouth. Then, he looks up to give it to me. I start sobbing and bend down to hug him. “I’m sorry buddy,” I cried. Sadness flashes across Zach’s face. I close my eyes to contain myself. But I can’t. He licks my face.

     After a while, I feel better, or still not. I held out my hand and let him sniff it. They say dogs can sense our emotions. “Too much for your last day, isn’t it?” Of course it is. I finally stopped crying. I pet Zach and remove the keys hanging between his teeth. I got up and inserted the key.

     This day is ending. If I could just return to the time when I woke up earlier, we’ll do this all over again. The door clicked and opened. When we’re inside, we dried ourselves then took a bath to prepare ourselves for what was about to happen next.

     Zach and I went to the living room, and I walk towards the stereo to play his favorite song but then decided to pick a different one. Still from his favorite composer, Mozart, I play Lacrimosa. Together, with the splash of the rain, the soundless stereo started bursting colors. A blue, slow mellow melody that flows with sorrow, sadness played in a symphony. They say that this song was played on the eve of Mozart’s death.

    We lie down on the soft carpet. I stare at Zach, tears streaming down my face. Thank you for being my best buddy, for being there to cuddle with me. Thank you for being my best listener, for being there to listen to my ever rant and problems. Thank you for being my best playmate, for being there to cheer me up, even when we were little. Thank you for everything. I know it’s hard to say goodbye.

    “I love you,” I whisper to him, hugging him hard like there’s no tomorrow. For spending a lifetime with me, I kissed his head. I wish this special day won’t end. We closed our eyes, wondering if there’s still tomorrow. But here’s something I know. Everything won’t last. Nothing is forever. Then we cried ourselves to sleep.    

[liangluzhang]

it’s been a long time since my last post...

[mobagehelllocal]

HEY AI AND MY FELLOW ANON I'M BACK DID Y'ALL MISS ME? ;) *FINGER GUNS*

anyway I came here as fast as I could because I saw an anon asked "is there anyone in diasomnia who would be bottom too?" and ohohoho my dear friend. ANYONE can be the bottom. and by anyone I really meant anyone. even the top and big d!ck energy squad (leona crewel you name it.) but oh boy i can't agree with you even more ai, PEG SEBEK. PEG THE BOY AND PRAISE HIM.

I want to peg leona but I still value my life so-

-ice anon

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut! *just thirsty talk

Hell yeah. SKKdkd Like.... I’m not the biggest Sebek stan, but boy... it probably would be fun to see his reaction to it. 

And also--do it. Peg Leona. 

In the words of my friend Llan, “peg everyone in twst. men have a responsibility to be pegged.” 

And honestly? I think Floyd might be the one who’d be scarier... but god that be sexy too.

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Cyber-Time Travel mobile wallpapers - part one ♡ ⤷ Please like/reblog if you use/save ♡

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AAAAAH??? YOUR ART IS AS GOOD AS EVER SIS 😤😤 Dalmore supremacy!!! Andndnkfkfkkf that last photo—🥺👌

(My friend has great art 🥺!! Please check her out!!)

Gawain’s got me in a “I Love One Himbo Supreme™” kind of mood