#lmk if you want something else !

[devirtute]

@dcrkcrown got oscar for winter

the office christmas party was a hit apparently, but oscar thought that was a given since he was the one in charge. as the ceo, he was dressed as santa. since he was him though, the pants were tighter and the coat was open. he also wasn't wearing a beard, just the hat. eventually he wondered off from the group to go to one of the bathrooms, slipping in to take a leak. when he was washing his hands in the sink, he noticed winter in the reflection of the mirror. "how long have you been there just watching me, perv?" he snickered, clearly joking. "hope you're enjoying yourself."

[dulcetmuses]

 ❛  you know it’s my job as your husband to tell you when you’re being a bitch, right?  ❜  ian pointed out. he’d expected mickey to dismiss the idea of a double date with the nice gay couple who lived down the hall from them, but that didn’t mean ian would just take it.  ❛  you don’t even know them, mick. what happened to agreeing with me when i said we need more friends?  ❜  it’s clear that mickey’s stubbornness wasn’t going away anytime soon, so ian’s deciding to play dirty.  ❛  alright fine. if you don’t come, we’re having a threesome without you.  ❜  @emotionlcss

[ofovertime]

@necroethes liked for a one-liner! (but slightly more)

"You passed out again. I was letting you sleep in my room until you woke up. How are you feeling?"

[bellzof]

. @n1atruc

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 on their own, poor things. as they are cold blooded & rely on the outside temperature to get energy  —  external sources, ( which this particular snake seemed to lack ) so said the book they were holding. black nails tapped idly against the margin of the book before peering inside to read more & more. ( the information about snakes that humans have accumulated over the years was so inspiration, there were mental notes made. Inked with black against the periphery of the demon's mind. tilting their head to the side when finally looking up from said book to the brooding crowley. He never seemed happy, not even when in the bookshop — where here they had thought the other was the most happy. Perhaps it was shame to assume such a thing. ) absorbing the information excitedly, if they could they'd be kicking their feet in the air.

dramatically, they turn to look toward the other, seeing as he had a coffee mug full of SOMETHING it left the lord a sudden frown. ( well now they wanted one ! ) whatever was said about lying was also consumed, soon to glance in question. such a weird way to answering a question, that's for sure. crowley seemed to be going through it lately as well, something about not knowing where to belong — didn't they all ? ( the traitor was right though; secrets are also intentional withholding of personal information. the difference is that withholding information from a particular person or in a specific situation can be considered a lie. UGH ! don't be so particualr, crowley, it was only a question. ) ❝ oh, hush you ! i meant can you please not tell anyone that i am actually enjoying this book? ❞ secrets secrets are not fun, but they can be with friends, right ? is that what they consider themselves now — FRIENDS?

[driptape]

“ i get you’re mad at me , but you’re still my secretary . so i’d appreciate if you didn’t fuck with my schedule over a petty argument . “ || @devilmcnt​

[shefcked]

closed starter for @edgecfeden

requested kinks are public sex + free use

faceclaim requested is anya taylor joy

there are different reasons to sign up for the free use program. some people need the security, some people need the financial aid. and then others, like blair, are just raging sluts. it's not an insult, in her mind. she likes sex, so what. as long as she consented, than she didn't care who fucked her, where they fucked her, or when. her throat burned a little from the stretch of the cock that bulged her neck, finally pulling out and letting her breath. she swallowed what cum lingered on her tongue as she inhaled deeply, hand reaching up to press trembling fingers to her neck, brushing the leather collar that identified her, as she bent forward obediently, guided down by the hand at her back, presenting her bare ass and dripping cunt for them to take. the event they're at is exclusive, and crowded, but the eyes she felt lingering on her naked body as she moaned made her body shiver with anticipation. blair loved being put on display, shown off like the needy whore she was and always had been. "w-what do you want me to call you?" she asked, voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had taken with ease. she hadn't had the chance to ask before, but she wanted to know now what they wanted her to scream as they fucked her in front of everyone watching.

[friqhtfest]

--- @wynterlanding​ liked for a starter !!

stepping foot back into her old hometown never gets easier for julissa. horrific memories flood her already hazy mind, everything's been such a blur since her mother passed and sometimes it doesn't feel like her reality. that is until the familiar clicks of cameras, or footsteps just far enough away to be inconspicuous for someone not accustomed to looking over their shoulder. her therapist says her constant need to be alert is a result of the trauma she faced 10 years back, and she's done her best to work on it; to forget. yet remembrance rears its ugly head whether its in her mind or in the form of another reporter looking to get their reunion headline. "if you're looking for a story, there's nothing here," turns to the direction that she feels as if she's being watched, arms folded defensively across her chest as glare is pointed in his direction. "no inspirational speech about how i used my luck to do great things, no inside exclusives about life after surviving a serial killer. just a woman in mourning. so if you don't mind, i'd like to go back to my mundane existence- without cameras.”

[magiccuco]

Sunflower Starter ٠ ࣪⭑ @liightaga

٠ ࣪⭑ It was pretty loud around the downtown area. There was plenty of hustle and bustle coming from everyone being excited about the parade that was getting ready to go through the town.

While Cucumber wouldn't have normally participated in watching the parade (in person, he was more than happy to watch it from the tv) Sora had been visiting and got wind of it, and elected to bring Cucumber out with him in order to get a better look.

Cucumber wasn't fully opposed, it'd been a while since he and Sora had hung out so... he let his preferences go just this once. What could possibly go wrong?

" O-oh, Sora! " Cucumber called, pointing at what looked like a perfect opening for them to have a seat to watch the event.

" W-we could sit here to watch the parade! " It was nice, quiet... and pretty far away from actually being able to get a good look at the floats that went by.

[gui1lermodelacruz]

@sookiestackhcuse liked this for a starter

❝I have a question that might sound rude❞ Guillermo starts, hearing his tía's voice in his head, telling him never to ask a woman that. But maybe that's a bit of an old-school sort of thought. And okay maybe he is stalling. ❝Do you... age, I mean.... you are not human.❞

[devirtute]

@comiiical got harris for dario

was he on the clock? yes. was his attention only on one client? also yes. harris made sure that he was the one assigned to the corner that dario was in and he continued to walk over to the man. this time, he took his sweet time to sit down next to him and hand him his drinks. "here you go handsome. i was told i was your good luck charm, so i can stick around for a little bit while you finish your drink." he smiled softly.

[thecryptidcottage]

@fireinhislungs​.

       ↳ ft. fitz + ( muse up to player! )           at hammond’s

          ❝ oh shit !  oh ― oh fuck, looklooklook ! ❞ an arm reaches out to grab the patron nearest him and draw their attention toward where his gaze has remained unwavering as fitz stares on at an actual, bona fide brawl taking place on the opposite end of the pub. it’s a rare sight, and one he can hardly make out for the commotion that appears around the sudden altercation. call him immature, but he’s got no qualms climbing up onto his stool to better see what’s going on. ❝ fuck’s happening over there, huh ? you think he’s gonna try and throw a chair ? he looks ― they both look fucking furious, if you ask me. ❞

[kujakku]

" life's not fucking fair to anyone, you know?"

the bitterness, the grugdge in her voice, they are thick like the trickling of blood she remembers spiraling down his throat when his head was chopped off during their game. she sees it still, in her nightmares, the way that fucker would smile like he was getting off on the very idea of her fear.

she will never get that image out of her mind. or the feeling of high voltage breaking through her muscles, or the bugs gnawing at her flesh.

" i, for one, had hoped you'd gone back to your egypt cave and shot yourself in the head, @takhalaa " and only 'cause she couldn't have done it herself - vengeance is a scalding meal, too hot to swallow in one go, " but here we are again. so, life's not fair to anyone, and i hope you know, " voice trembles into a breathy whisper, an involuntary reaction to looking directly into his eyes, taking one single step closer and smelling the scent around him. he's still wearing the same cologne, or the stench is too impregnated into her memory, " that the only reason why i haven't clawed your eyes out with my nails is because we're in a public venue. "

[valtsv]

this quote about cordyceps from this article in a scientific magazine is basically how i've always imagined possession to work in horror stories. the demon/entity/whatever doesn't alter your perception, displace you, or control your mind, they just take over all your bodily processes, bypassing your brain entirely. they force your mouth and vocal cords to form the words they want you to say, force your limbs to move in the direction they want you to go, and force your lungs to keep expanding and contracting and your heart to keep beating, even through excruciating pain and horrific injury, so you can't even self-sabotage and your friends and loved ones are discouraged from trying to stop you for fear of what harm they might cause you to do to yourself to escape. you're a passenger in the driver's seat of your own car, and the hands on the wheel, though outwardly apparently the same pair you've always had, are no longer your own.

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[shiftythrifting]

"I used to be a nun" should be one of your shirts

It's in the store now!

[the-spookiest-graphics]

FAT THIEF RENTRY! requested by @absurdandobscene

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