#manical laughter

[balkanradfem]

yes... YESSSSS

[valentine-cafe]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ no one is ready for this jingyi 209 post I have written

[peacockrulz]

Comic I made earlier this month. Based on a convo w/ a friend :]

bonus:

Can you tell,,,shes my favorite,,,,

[raineedayss]

when the new upload has the streamer acting terrified for his life and speaking in a hushed whisper only to immediately manically scream insults at the Thing that was chasing them once they realize that, for now, they’re safe and also has them slowly getting more and more irritated and fearful and very clearly insane from getting torn apart again and again but yet not being allowed to die only escaping with his body not his soul>>

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Redeeming the First Man?: Vaggie & Adam

-KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!!!-

Vaggie: Alright! Alright! Fuck! Calm your tits! I'm coming. (Answers the door and face falls)

Sinner Adam: (grumbling and obviously pissed off but tries to play it off by being douchey and arrogant) Ha! Took me long enough, but I finally got you to cum, Vadgie!

Vaggie: ......Heh...

Sinner Adam: Huh?

Vaggie: Hehehe...

Sinner Adam: Don't you start!

Vaggie: (doubles over in laughter) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH!!! OH, THIS IS RICH!!! OH, FUCK!!! I CANT- I CAN'T BREATHE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THIS IS RICH!!! YOU!!! OF ALL PEOPLE!!! COMING TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL!!!

Sinner Adam: .......I guess I deserve that.

Vaggie: (leans against the doorway as she continues to howl with laughter) YOU- YOU- HAHAHAHA!!! You look like Guy Fieri and Limp Bizkit had a bastard lovechild with horns and that stupid mask!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Sinner Adam: Hey! Don't knock Limp Bizkit like that!

Vaggie: Sorry, Fat Ass. Hell's Kitchen is down the road. You might find it over by Flavor Town! Hahahaha!!!

Sinner Adam: (steaming)

Lucifer: Everything alright, Vaggie? (Sees Adam and immediately wheezes) HOLY FUCK!!!! I think you're in the wrong place, buddy! The Limp Bizkit lookalike contest is on the NORTH point of the Pentagram!

Vaggie: (high fives Lucifer)

Sinner Adam: Oh, you fuckers-!

Charlie: Guys, what's the hold up? Is there a sinner wanting to be redeemed at the door or not? If so, you shouldn't be laughing at them- (face falls)

Sinner Adam: THANK YOU!!! At least the little girlie understands!!!

Charlie: Pffffft!!! *snort* (turns to the inner hotel) Who ordered food to be delivered by Guy Fieri!?!?!?

Sinner Adam: Oh, FUCK ALL A Y'ALL!!!! I'VE GOTTEN MORE PUSSY THAN ANYONE IN THIS STUPID PLACE!!!

Lucifer: Pretty sure I stole both of your girls.

Sinner Adam: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!

[brawcolie]

Take anything you want from me

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: I would die for you.

Angel: I would die for you too.

Husk: *suddenly emotional* Please don't do that.

[dreaminofu]

I don’t think sad bojere bitches have cried enough yet.

Credits: sampitar, eteisvalssi, homeforinfinity, Corr1e, mark_pirc, katridogg, ylex, safursey

[stnexus]

thinking about… jason todd!

18+, NSFW, Minors DNI

mention of teasing, black!fem!reader

i know jason is an absolute asshole in bed. he watches you with low lidded eyes as he pushes each inch of his cock into you. just slow and teasing, and there is no begging with him at this moment, you’ll just have to take it. and he knows how much he’s stretching you out — he’s so girthy and long and it feel like he’s hitting every inch of your cunt.

and it’s not until you’ve let out a, “ ‘s too much…” as you push at his scarred chest, that you realize he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. with a dark laugh, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow tight circles over it.

“you got it pretty girl, just open up for me,” would be his response. he’d ease his way in until he hit the hilt, his body becoming one with yours, “see, I told you. my good girl always does so well.”

it wouldn’t be long before he’s pulling out of you just to push back in, his strokes slow and nerve wracking at the start. but what would make it worse is the way he’d lean over you with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower abdomen pushing down on you and rubbing over your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every push and pull. but that wasn’t enough, he’d know he was teasing you, not giving you what you need.

he wouldn’t even hit that one spot that had you turning into a bumbling mess yet, on purpose. he’d be so mean about it too as you whine under him. “what? not enough now,” jason would grin as his slow movements continue. “but ya’ told me it was too much just a minute ago.”

“m’ sorry, jayyy,” you’d call out a fleeting apology, “please…just a little more…”

that was all it took for him (sometimes). he’d flip you onto your stomach with ease, a pillow placed right under your hips. he’d give you a whole lot more. jason would waste no time sheathing himself in your warm sloppy cunt once more, but the slow movements would be long gone. if anyone were to stand near your door the plap plap plap of skin meeting skin over and over would be evident. your pretty brown skin would meld over him as his heavy hips would press flush against your ass, his balls slapping quickly and roughly against your clit in the process.

you’d be dripping onto the sheet’s below you, making a sticky mess on part of the pillow that lay under you. your face pressed against the mattress and perked up dark brown nipples rubbing against the duvet.

“how ya’ feelin’, pretty girl?”

you’d somewhat hear him, but no words would form in between the jumbled mess of moans and cries you’d let out. that is until you feel one of his large hands glide up your back, as roughly as ever as he would grab a hold of your braids. forcing your knees to dig into the bed as he’d pull your head up from the mattress.

“i asked you a question. now use your fucking words,” he’d demand while his free hand traveled between your legs to play at your neglected and swollen clit. his hips rutting into you, the head of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot so deliciously as he’d split you open. it’d feel like you couldn’t make sense even if you tried. your brain would fogged over at his request.

still you’d attempt to listen, a flood of what sounded like beautiful nonsense to jason leaving your mouth before you’d be able to push out a chopped up sentence.

“feels…oh fuuuck, feels so good…jasonnn,”

with a ‘good girl’ uttered by jason he’d let go of your hair, your upper body dropping back onto the bed. your ass in the air, forcing you into an unforgiving arch. he would ruin you in every way possible, he enjoyed turning you into a stupid mess. he’d love every moment of it. your cunt clenching and gripping at him as it would warn him that your unraveling is near, something you couldn’t just announce with your words.

and as his movements never ceased he’d call out, “now cream all over me. cum on my cock, princess. show me how good you really feel.”

and of course you’d listen.

[levinbolts]

just barnabas being completely fucking normal

[fisheito]

hello... please consider... yakumo in:

the classic traditional style qipaos

the modernised and modified ones

bonus: modified hanfu

he would look wonderful wouldn't he? all the more delectable and sashimiable?

ahaha...ahah...AHAHHAH.AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[once-a-singlet-nevemore]

Sometimes a mech pilot lasts long enough to retire. The war keeps going, or maybe there's a new war, or a peace keeping action or a policing operation... whatever they call it, the war goes on.

But the pilot gets to go home. To learn how to be a human without the neural load and the stims and the jagged pulse of dopamine reinforced combat.

The mech doesn't get to go home. Doesn't learn how to make a friend, how to breathe winter air, how to taste a lovers kiss for the first time. It goes to the next war, the next fight, the next split second between death and victory.

Do you think mechs remember their pilots, the ones who get to go home? Do you think they see the stars and wonder which one is home to a person who used to be the mechs soul?

Do you think they miss them?

[genuinelyshallow]

When you're a citizen of a third-world dictatorship watching as the first world "democratic" nations' citizens realise in horror that their opinions on war crimes don't matter to their leaders just like ours

[creepycrunchyart]

this is not fear. this is anger.

[rightintheghoulies]

Hey guys! You wanna see possibly one of the last photos of Terzo? He looks SO good and well behaved 😊

[dansemacabredarling]

Looking at Astarion as I ship Bloodweave like “get cared for, idiot.”