#not sfw death

[littl3d0ll-art]

Tfw bloody monsters are loving parents

Based on this

[heartnosekid]

death's head hawkmoths (acherontia atropos) | stonedaffection on ig

[irbcallmefynn]

I'm gonna be honest I don't know why I made this. Think it was another one of those ideas I have right after getting out of the shower. Regardless...

Might keep this as one of the things he can do with his magic. He literally steals your form and puts it in a box and puts you in a new one. Maybe if you can open the box you can have your body back. But good luck getting that tape off with your fingerless plushie hands! :3

[tthevoic3s]

stalk

when the target you shouldn’t interact with starts looking a bit too interesting. . .

i started enjoying making illustration from scenes of my story even tho I still haven’t written them ahah what a smartass I am

but yeah I’m pretty proud of this one so HELL YEAHH!!!!

also drawing backgrounds is hell guys!!! don’t recommend >=(

[pipinpali]

Gtober - day 9: Discovery

TW: Drawn blood, injury, mention of death

"I honestly thought you were gonna kill me that day..."

First. First meeting!!

[mokeonn]

He's still my favorite fearless hero (Original under the cut)

[btnclmrttn]

L Lawliet NSFW HCs

[Some crumbs for the dying simps]

Actual hands-on experience is minimal. The amount of online and research he’s done is immeasurable. It was all curiosity, so he says

I said before that he’s switchy, but if you give me any character, I could make a switch out of them. Choosing between dominant or submissive, he’s dominant.

Boosts his ego if he can get you flustered, and will always try to do so. He wants to put that work in. When he gets you shy, he will dig to make it worse.

He will stare shamelessly at your body. Sometimes, his conversations are directed to your body. Will carry out an entire conversation talking to your tits. It’s not necessarily a “hint” either, just L being L, and he’s a pervert.

He always asks for consent with everything he does. You will never be directly surprised with anything just to be sure you’re okay. When he’s certain you are not busy with anything on your mind, he’ll sit you down and discuss things long before even trying. He never stops asking and talks you through everything. He understands how vulnerable things can get and would never want to put a strain on this kind of trust with him.

His curiosity could put him into a BDSM category. He wants to try everything. Everything. Now, he has a physical outlet to get mad curious. (Also why he takes your consent so seriously) 

Something a lil specific: Remote-controlled vibrators. Interested in seeing how well you can hide your arousal when you’re among company/in public. You always get a nice reward for making it through his game.

No secret he’s got money. Lingerie fixation. What he wants you in, he’s buying. Has swiped your underwear on multiple occasions.

As for libido, it has phases. He handles high-stress cases well, but you're a big help. If a case is tough to crack, he just descends into this unhinged freak of whore nature. The same goes for if he’s too bored. 

Prefers giving over receiving head. Like his sweet fixation, you earned a place up there and now considered a necessity to his overall well-being, so he says. (Certainly, it’s universally accepted that L is also good at it. You see how he munching his desserts?)

[greyydog]

Death wolf being a good husbando

[scribbiesan]

“It appears you've fallen asleep sitting up…”

@imagine-darksiders

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Holy fuck on a truck I’m done.

Chapter 13 of Cold Hands, Warm Heart always hits my heart in the best way, and I reread it just for the feels most times. I probably missed a few spots here and there but idfc. I’m happy with how it turned out, even with the pain meds making me loopy af.

I hope you enjoy this new piece Ellie!! I’m off to Nap Time™

Toodles~!

[littl3d0ll-art]

This man and his veil collection

[heartnosekid]

death’s head hawkmoth (acherontia atropos) | source

(the source video showcases the moth squeaking if you would like to hear it!!)

[natsuki-bakery]

𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀

ྀི︶˚̣̣̣ creds. r needed + no repost ! ( ᵕ ᵕ ♱)⠀⠀⠀˚̣̣̣︶ ྀི

[tthevoic3s]

hiding

Posting decent art after like 2 months of artblock is nuts !!!

I will probably link this illustration to the chapter it’s referred to when I post it . . . Smh

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about kid wade sick days.

Not for littles who don't like violence.

Wade has been curled up in the corner of their bed, sleeping on and off for hours, shaking, trying to stay silent as if he would get introuble if he made any noise. He had the comforter over top of him, holding pillows tightly as singular slow tears ran down his face. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to play. He didn't want to pet puppins. He didn't want to go to the park. He didn't even want Vanessa.

Once inawhile, Logan would hear a soft "....oow." Come from the room, but his voice was tight and high pitched. If it wasn't for their super hearing they wouldn't hear him at all.

Al had suggested that they just leave him alone. That there was nothing they could do for him and bugging him was probably making it worse. "Logan.. Just let him cry himself to sleep.. its the only thing he can do right now."

"I can't just let him cry himself to sleep. He hurts."

"Sugar, he's hurting 24/7. It's only showing today because he's little and doesn't understand. If there was something I could do, I would. But for now it just seems he wants to be alone."

It hurt Logans heart to hear this. No one should have to be alone and suffer except for him. Wade didn't deserve all this pain. He especially didn't deserve it now.

".. He only wants to be alone right now because no one ever took care of him. He was left alone his entire life... you get used to it.. well too fucking bad." He mutters, deciding to bring him some orange juice in his cup.

"Wade?" He had asked. But he didn't awnser.

".. Kiddo?" Logan whispers, setting the cup down close to his head, rubbing his back softly.

"....ow" he whimpered

"I know.. can I come in?" He asks, sliding his hand under the blanket, wiggling his fingers slightly.

"Ow.." he says again, not budging.

"No? Okay... well... I'm going to stay here.. okay?" He says, laying back, letting his weight sink Wade close to him, hoping he would cuddle up to him instead of feeling so alone.

The small slide that he did was silent, the "bmph" being the blankets and pillows protesting but not Wade.

".. ok"

So Logan laid with him, humming and rubbing his back until he moved on his own to curl into his side. "Hey.." he whispers to him, only getting another "..ow.." in return.

"I know... i know." Logan would shush him, keeping him warm and, at one point, let Wade hold his entire arm under the duvet. It was a bit too warm for him. The feverish skin, his fluffy pants, the thick blanket, the pillows. It made him so warm. It was an uncomfortable type, but he enderred it anyway, letting Wade cling to him like it was the cure to cancer itself.

It eventually turned into Wade putting his head and arm on his chest, bringing more of him into his cocoon to the point it looked like over time the blanket was eating Logan until Wade was fully curled up on top of him, no longer shaking.

He let Kitty hold him, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings to him. It was so warm under here that you could probably remove the blanket, and the amount of heat Logan has conducted would have probably been enough to still keep him warm.

"Alright.. come on." He says, feeling a bit too much on fire, imagining how terrible and delusional he must be with this.

"Ow.."

"I know, but you're too hot Wade."

There was a little giggle under the blanket as Logan scoffed. "Not like that and you know it. I-i mean. You are but.. not now- t-The temputure kind!" He explained, kind of hating that he understood some flirt terms.

"Come on. Up."

"No... owie."

"Wade, you have to eat something. It's been 6 hours since you've drank anything."

"b-But my tummy hurts.." he whimpers, not wanting to move. He felt like if he did, he would vomit instantly and collapse from the stabbing and twisting pain in his gut.

Sighing, he pulls him close, his hand starting to rub his stomach in hopes the heat from his hand would help.. if not... he had other ideas.

"Here?" He asks, massaging his belly more.

"Mhm... ouch." Shifting himself, he put a hand on logans, keeping his hot hand against his stomach, letting him rub where he pleased, but the tears started back up. It hurt more to be touched, and the fact that he hasn't eaten either made it worse.

"Shh... it's okay... Kitty's here." He whispers, slowly pulling his arm around his neck, pretending just to be cuddling with him in that playful style they did often. Kissing his tears away, Logan mentally had to prepare himself for the worst. Though at least he was conscious enough to understand he was helping. If not, he would have told him to stop touching his tummy by now. "Better?"

Wade shook his head, trying to press Logan's hand harder onto his gut, squeezing his eyes tight. The preasure felt good, and with how desperately he was clawing at him to keep him close, Logan had a feeling that subconsciously, Wade knew what he wanted.

Scratch that. He knew what he needed.

"Here?" He asked, to be sure.

Wade nodded.

"Deep breaths.. It's okay.. Kitty will fix it. I love you, Wade." Logan whispers, cletching his fist as he forced the metal through his stoamch, skewering him.

Wade had gasped, freezing for a moment as the blood came piling up through his throat. He had tried to scream, but it was quickly filled with a choking gurgle as Logan put his head to the side, letting him drain out onto his chest.

"Shhh.. it's alright. Kitty fixed it.." he mutters, an instant wave washing over him as he held the claws deep for a few seconds, pulling them away, begining to kiss his thick tears away and placed his nose to his head.

"It was for your own good... promise."

For a second, he's quiet. Just that. A quick second before he coughed up the rest of the blood and began crying, not out of pain, rather emotionally wounded, his physical one perfectly healed.

"Hey, shhh I know, I know Im sorry, you didn't do anything bad. Im bad. I know- Shhh" He mutters to him, holding him close and kissing his forehead, letting him metaphorically and physically come back to life in his arms. "Shhh hey, did you see that pretty lady again? Hm? Its okay. Was she nice to you? Hm? Hey, shhh, no need to cry. Just a nightmare." He lies, needing Wade to catch his breath, sometimes forgetting to breathe when sobbing like this.

He nods, face still soaked with snot and tears as he nods softly, both confused and panicked.

"Oh yeah? Did she give you a hug and say nice things?" He wasn't actually sure, but the way big Wade described it, this is kind of what happened each time he died for even a moments notice. He wondered if she was aware of him in this state. She had to be right? With how many times he's had to give him to her before...

He blinks, as if finally realizing where he was and what had happened, becoming grounded. Slowly, and confused, he nods. ".. yeah.."

"Yeah? That's good. Does your tummy still hurt?"

He thinks for a second before shaking his head. "..no"

"Good. Are you hungry?"

He nods.

"Come on. Let's go get you some nuggets and cookies. Kitty's gotta do laundry now." He muttered. "...again."

Coming out of the room, Wade was much more chipper, holding his Fluffy Wovie and skipping to the kitchen with his cup, getting into the cookie container.

Al tilted her head, wondering why the apartment suddenly smelled like rusty copper.

"What did you do to him?" She asked.

Logan, who now came out with a the bloody blanket, and blood caked onto his clothes, sighed.

"You don't wanna know..." unaware of how weird this sounded.

"Kihhy 'ixed me!!" Wade shouts from the kitchen, several cookies shoved into his mouth, puppins next to him, struggling to chew on one too.

"Uh... huh.... rrriigghhtt.."

"Like I said.. don't ask... now, where's the peroxide?"

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

based off the SporeOrigins tweet. srry