#nurserants

[thewritetofreespeech]

I have a request to make if requests are still open.

Could I request Dino finding hundreds and hundreds of love letters written to his s/o from their admirers? Poor s/o doesn't know what to do; they kept telling them (the admirers) "no" but they won't listen.

“Are you going to be done anytime soon?” Dino bemoaned as he came into [Y/N]’s dressing room. Already dressed for this evening’s affair with Albrecht’s skilled hands, and semi-patiently waiting for his partner to be as well.

“Perfection takes time, my love.” They replied. Glancing at Dino through their vanity with a smirk while their attendant fixed their hair. “If you would like to speed the process along, why don’t you grab my earrings for me. They are in the top draw of my bureau.”

Dino huffed, but not making an effort now just seemed like time wasted, so he went to retrieve the earrings. [Y/N] failed to note, however, that the bureau actually had two top drawers affixed to it. Pulling the left one at random, he found no jewelry and was prepared to close it, when a familiar name on a stack of letters caught his eye. “What are these?”

[Y/N] glanced back at Dino and the color drained from their face. The same thing happened to their attendant, who had to good sense to leave the room (and likely flee by foot), leaving the two of them alone. “They’re just old letters, Dino. Nothing important.”

“Nothing important?” He repeated. Tone serious as he looked at the top letter. “Do you sign all your not important letters with ‘my dearest one’?”

[Y/N] quickly jumped out of their seat and over to him. Snatching the letters out of his hand. “You shouldn’t read those!” They snap at him. “They are private!”

“Private enough to keep them from your husband?” He snapped back. Furious that anyone would call them ‘my dearest one’, but more at the betrayal that they had kept it a secret from him. “Why do you have these?”

“They are letters from a very long time ago, in a very different portion of my life.” [Y/N] explained to him. “It seemed…cruel to just throw them away. So, I kept them in a drawer and honestly forgot about them.”

Dino scoffed. “Keeping them as a back up plan more like.” He accused. To which [Y/N] made a sour face at him, and he knew he had gone too far. “Have you responded to any of them?”

“I have only ever responded to one letter of adoration in my life, for which I am no being accused of consorting with several.” It was his turn to make a sour face.

Dino knew was projecting his own past wives’ transgressions on to them. Not all had been unfaithful, but all had left in the end. Now he was slowly creating his own self fulfilling prophecy that they would leave as well.

[Y/N] pressed the stack of letters against Dino’s chest. To which he grabbed them as they headed over to their bureau. “Do with them what you’d like then. I have no secrets to keep, nor secret plans of any kind.” They retrieve their earrings, put them on, and then turn back to their husband. “Now, I am ready to go if you are.”

Dino glanced down at the letters still in his hand for a moment, before he tossed them on a small table and turned to [Y/N]. “Yes. Let’s go.”  

[anestudy]

- October, 11

End of another week that going insane! I make 10 points on my exam so, i slay!!! Im happy :)

I had a lot of classes that i need to study more but i can do it on my weekends (Who need to a break?)

[bea-lele-carmen]

[thethcministry]

[tobylovesick]

TW : Gore , blood

Courtney’s death :((

Duncan is yelling at Gwen to help free Courtney in hopes that they can help nurser her back to health but Gwen already knows its too late.

(Duncan’s black eye is from Cody btw !!)

[shapard]

Candle Night🕯️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Lucifer treats you after your recovery.

Smut, P in V, virgin, soft Lucifer, not proof read so mistakes ahead<3

You groaned in pain as you flexed your back. How long was it till you had a proper bath? 

Belphegor recommend you not to bath the next couple weeks when you returned from heaven after the fight. 

You can go over your body with a cloth of tissue, you just must be careful not to damage the plaster bandage. Even though Leonardo healed your broken body parts, some grew wrong and had to be broken again. Lucifer was by your side meanwhile the nurser broke your Carpal bones.

Lucifer brought you to his mansion to have a better eye at you. Lammy was always watching that you don’t have to carry anything with your healthy hand and when Lucifer wasn’t there the little lamp would carry your things with her cute little horns. Lucifer hates to leave your side, but you always tell him to help his daughter out in the hotel. 

So, he did. 

Your wish is his command. 

Yesterday you and Lucifer went to the Sloth ring to get rid of the plaster bandage. 

So, Lucifer planned to bath today and ease your aching muscles that begs for a massage. A soft knock Interrupted your trains of thoughts and Lucifer stepped inside. 

“Apple pie?” You hummed softly watching when Lucifer sat down beside you. 

The bed dipped under his weight, and you slid closer towards him. “You want to take a bath with me? You haven’t had ones in couple of months and I got a little surprise for you.” 

You chuckled at how he seems to shine bright in happiness as you agreed to take a bath with him. He didn’t waste any time and rushed with you through the halls to his huge bathroom. 

The bathtub was large and could easily fit ten sinners in it. The bathroom had beautiful Greek design shapes, making it look like the ancient Rome. 

The bathroom lights were turned off, but the room was lit with red candles. The smell of cinnamon Apple filled your nostril, reminding you of how good Lucifer smells. 

“Wow.” Your fingertips glides on the cold surface from the tub and Lucifer stood proudly naked in the room. How did he get out of clothes so fast?

Lucifer walked behind your and helped you to get undressed. Once you were standing naked with him you thought about the newer scars that adorns your body. 

The largest was the one on your thigh that Michael did to you, your worries only grew when Lucifer hasn’t moved or said anything. “You’re so beautiful dear.” Your cheek heated and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

Lucifer took your hand in his and you followed him in the warm water. You sunk into the water and you let out a moan of pleasure from the warmth. The warm water was relaxing and Lucifers hands were quick to massage your back. 

This is heaven. 

Lucifer was talking to you about his little father and daughter date he and Charlie had. But all you could focus was how good his fingers worked the knots out of your shoulder and back. 

You hummed soft as he kissed your neck and said a softly I love you. 

“You enjoy this.” You moaned in response, and he chuckled. He pecked your lips and travelled down to your stomach. His hand massaged your waist, and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. 

Lucifers forked tongue slithered down to your now wet folds. 

He looked into your half-lidded eyes waiting for your consent and you gave him a short yes. His tongue quickly entered, and it was incredible. You completely forgot how good he is with his tongue. 

No wonder why Lilith and Eve left Adam for such a man. 

Your whole body was heated, and the water was making you feel even more dizzier than you already were. Lucifer groaned between your fold sending vibration onto your clit. 

Lucifers clawed finger started to work on your clit to get more of that delicious juice of yours. 

The first time was already addictive but now he is addicted and wants nothing more to make you cum several times on his forked tongue. 

You almost screamed when he hit your g-spot and he smirked. “Found it.” His tongue worked faster hitting the spot every time in a divine way. 

You were a moaning mess, and you grabbed his golden hair. Lucifer moaned as you pulled on his hair and his dick twitched in arousal. His other hand went up to twirl your hardened nipple and you throw your head back moaning at the pain and pleasurable twirl. 

It was just a matter of time and stamina, but your whole body shook as you came near to the high. 

You thrusted your hips up and down on Lucifers face. It was so sinful, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his tongue moved in your womanhood so perfectly and addictive. 

Maybe it was the bond that grew stronger between you two, or it was how he mastered the art of pleasuring a woman. You don’t know. All you know is that you want this man that was between your thighs. The man that brought the light into your depressing world. 

You moaned his name out loud and your cum started to drip down his chin down to the water that moves comfortable around the both of you. 

Lucifer didn’t stop, he sucked in every drop your pussy was treating him. His tail was swaying side to side in Lust and happiness. 

You closed your legs out of over stimulation, but Lucifer would rip them open again sucking you dry. 

He just can’t stop when you taste this good and the expressions you made was just adding more oil to his fire. Finally, after a while he stops, licking his black lips to taste you a bit more. 

His pupils were blowing wide and all he could think about was claiming your right here and now. Lucifer dips down and kissed you passionate. His tip was pressed on your cunt, but he didn’t slip in, not now. 

First, he wanted to devour your lips fully.

You could taste your own liquid on his tongue mixed with his saliva. The kiss was like a way of saying welcome home. A spark that grew inside you, filling your emotion with dopamine. 

You whined as he broke the kiss, you wanted that his lips stayed longer on yours. 

“Should I stop?” Lucifer asked careful as he drew a small heart with his clawed finger. You shook your head, but Lucifer wasn’t pleased with the non-verbal answer. “Use words Apple pie.” His eyes trailed down to the small heart Tattoo you got with Angel Dust and back up to you. 

“No Luci. I want you to continue, please.” He smiled and attacked you with another mind blow kiss. “This may hurt.” But you didn’t care. You want and need Lucifer now. 

He kissed your lips and pressed his dick into your drenched pussy. You groaned as you felt something this huge in you and he wasn’t even fully in. 

He stopped as he felt a soft tear slipping out of your eye and he pushed your head deeper into his. He waited for a sign that he can push deeper in. You nod after a couple of seconds, and he slipped all of his length into you in one swift thrust. 

You moaned at the pain and pleasure. You felt so full. “I’m sorry you just feel so good.” He whined and dipped into the crook of your neck, nibbing on it Softly. 

You’ll be his death one day. You just feel too good to be true.

You were a breathing mess as the pain started to fade into pure bliss. Your hand reconnected with his hair and he understood the assignment.

 His hips moved back and forth making the water sway with your movements. The spark of the soul bond was adding to the pleasure in your body. Every time he touched you in different places and you could just cum right onto the spot. 

Lucifer felt it too. Maybe even more than you. The way your pussy clenched around him is driving him insane. He tried to hold back as much as he can because it is your first time. But your pussy just takes him so good and he’s not sure if he’ll go soft on you the next time.

This was already hard enough.

The way he moved his hips into yours and how he twitched inside you, made you want more. 

“Faster please!” You didn’t have to ask twice. Lucifer moaned and moved his hips faster against you the water started to drench the area around you. You two didn’t cared all you could focus on was how good Lucifer felt inside you.

Heavy breathing and moans filled the bathroom. If the water hadn’t been there, the whole room would be filled with sinful skin against skin clapping. 

You felt your high coming closer and closer. Your moans were starting to get louder and louder and so were Lucifers. Lucifer thumb started to circle your clit, sweat pearled down your forehead. 

This was the best feeling ever and you understand why Angel enjoys this so much. 

You both reached your peak and Lucifer whined your name into your ear as his hips stuttered forward into yours. He painted your walls in white and your pussy sucked him dry. 

You hummed as your body felt completely full and relaxed. The next two hours you two were in each other arms cuddling the day away.

_____

Charlie walked down to the kitchen when she smelled the apple pancakes. Her dad used to make them for her, so it wasn’t a surprise to find Lucifer in the kitchen. 

His skin was glowing, and he was happier than ever. His energy was more than other days which was a lot, even for Charlie.

Angel Dust sat next to Charlie; a smirk adorned his features. “They definitely had sex.”

A/n: yummy

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete

[lady-griffin]

It was very weird for me to go from Tumblr where I’ve been seeing a lot of good, supportive, and informative takes about the Writers’ Strike – where even the one or two posts I’ve seen being critical, still had a nuanced and sympathetic view.

To go to a community post on YouTube, where I saw some truly god awful, spiteful, uninformed, and just overall condescending takes on the subject.

And basically I was forced to remember that anti-union is not an uncommon stance at all, even by those who shouldn’t be anti-union in the slightest. Also, there are these dominanting ideas in our culture and society like - 

‘Someone else has it worse than you, so shut up’

‘You’re not owed a job that pays you well’

‘You should be thankful for what you have and work harder to get a “better” and even different job if you want more, rather than just demanding it.’

‘You don’t deserve that (and by that, they mean things like dignity, respect, or any kind of good paying job)

And I’m just like...

Wow, you guys really drank up that capitalistic Kool-Aid, didn’t you?

There’s just so many things to unpack and criticize, but I can’t help but focus on this somewhat ambiguous idea of ‘it’s wrong for writers to do this, when other workers, like teachers and nursers are being treated unfairly today.’

Do you think you can only care about one thing?

Do you think only some workers deserve to be treated fairly and earn a living wage?

Do you think there’s only x amount of strikes that can happen in a given year?

Or that there’s a limit to how many unions can exist?

Do you think that writers receiving protections or more that what they are currently being given will somehow impact how teachers and nurses are being paid or treated?

It’s weird and beyond stupid that you’re bringing up other workers being treated unfairly as a reason for why this strike is bad.

Also, I’m not sure what you think the WGA can exactly do for nurses or teachers.

I’m still honestly very annoyed and even angry about this one stupid comment I saw - “Just use ChatGPT”

And yeah... 

I forgot how strong and stupid anti-union rhetoric can be, as well as annoyingly pervasive. 

[howlingday]

AU Volume 9 but Jaune is different

Jaune: Jus' joshin' ya, kiddos~! I'm totally hip to what's happenin'~! Can I get a WHAT WHAT~?!

Ruby: ...What?

Jaune: Prick up your ears to get cranked, my nickel nursers, 'cause this is how cats like us can get the punch on grating that cheddar, ya diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig~?

Ruby: ...What?

[veronica-lawson-phd]

[Pete places an old stuff bear in the middle of the nurser, then cuts it's head off. Making sure Rosie's in her cot, he moves the stuffing out, dipping some of it in a pot of red paint, then put's it on the floor. He turns to Rosie]

Don't tell little me what I'm doing, okay? I'm making a mystery for him

@peter-pumpkin-spankoffski

[Rosie just stares curiously]

[nicnak20]

Attached:

*After the birth of his daughter, Nicholas spends three consecutive months on paternity leave taking care of her and bonding. But when it's time for him to go back to work, he finds that he can't bear to keep himself away from his little girl for even a minute.*

The California sun streamed through the nursery window, painting stripes of gold across the pale yellow walls. In the center of the room, bathed in this gentle light, sat Nicholas. His brown eyes, usually sparkling with theatrical energy, were softer now, fixed with unwavering adoration on the tiny bundle nestled in his arms. Tate. His daughter.

Three months had passed since Tate had arrived, a whirlwind of sleepless nights, hesitant diaper changes, and an overwhelming, heart-expanding love Nicholas had never anticipated. Paternity leave, a concept his friends in the acting world had joked about, had become the most profound and transformative role he’d ever played.

Nicholas, a man who could embody kings, villains, and every character in between on stage and screen, found himself utterly captivated by the simple, pure role of ‘father.’ He’d always been a kind man, gentle and warm, but fatherhood had unlocked a depth of tenderness he hadn’t known he possessed. He’d spent hours simply watching Tate sleep, marveling at the delicate flutter of her eyelids, the way her tiny hand curled instinctively around his finger. He’d hummed lullabies in a voice usually reserved for dramatic monologues, his brown hair falling forward as he leaned close, whispering promises of love and protection into her soft, baby hair.

Yn, his partner, was everything he could have ever dreamt of in a mother. Patient and wise, she moved through the early days of parenthood with a serene grace that Nicholas admired. She was the steady anchor, her gentle smile and understanding eyes a constant source of comfort. They were a team, navigating the uncharted waters of new parenthood, their love for each other deepening with every shared glance at their perfect daughter.

During these three months, Nicholas had become intimately acquainted with every nuance of Tate’s tiny being. He knew the difference between her ‘hungry cry’ and her ‘tired cry,’ the subtle shift in her breathing when she was drifting off to sleep, the way her eyes would widen in delighted surprise when he made silly faces. He’d memorized every inch of her soft skin, the curve of her cheek, the delicate veins tracing patterns beneath her temples. He was devoted, doting, completely and utterly smitten. His phone, usually filled with casting calls and industry news, was now a gallery of Tate’s ever-changing expressions.

He’d read stories to her, his actor’s voice modulating through silly voices and dramatic pronouncements, even though she couldn't comprehend the words yet. He believed, with unwavering certainty, that she understood the love in his voice, the warmth in his touch. He sang to her too, softly, the old Irish folk songs his own father used to sing. He found a quiet joy in these simple acts of nurturing, a satisfaction that eclipsed the fleeting applause of an audience.

But all too soon, the three months were drawing to a close. The calendar pages flipped relentlessly towards the date of his return to work. A knot of dread began to tighten in Nicholas's stomach with each passing day. He knew, logically, that Yn was more than capable, that Tate was in the best possible hands. Yet, the thought of leaving her felt like a physical wrench, a tearing apart of something essential within him.

The morning he was supposed to return to set dawned bright and unforgiving. He woke before Yn and Tate, the California sun a mocking reminder of the vibrant life continuing outside their quiet haven, a life he was now being pulled back into. He slipped out of bed, the practiced ease of his movements betraying the turmoil roiling inside him.

He dressed quietly, the familiar clothes feeling alien, constricting. He stood for a moment at the nursery doorway, watching Yn nurse Tate, their silhouettes soft in the morning light. A pang of pure, aching love pierced through him. He wanted to scoop them both up, run away, and never leave their side again.

He kissed Yn softly on the forehead, his voice a low murmur, “I love you both so much.”

Yn smiled, her eyes radiating warmth, “We love you too. It’s going to be okay.” But he wasn’t sure he believed her.

The drive to the studio felt surreal. The familiar Los Angeles traffic seemed muted, distant. His mind was a chaotic reel of images: Tate’s gummy smile, her trusting gaze, the soft weight of her body in his arms. He parked, mechanically went through the motions of greeting his colleagues, the usual banter feeling hollow, meaningless.

Stepping onto the brightly lit set, usually a place of vibrant energy and creative buzz, felt like stepping into a different world. The director, a boisterous man he usually enjoyed working with, clapped him on the shoulder. “Nicholas! Good to have you back! Ready to dive in?”

Nicholas managed a weak smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” But his voice lacked its usual resonance, his eyes felt distant.

The first few hours were a blur. Lines he'd rehearsed countless times felt foreign on his tongue. Blocking directions seemed to echo in his ears, failing to register properly in his mind. He stumbled over words, missed his marks, his usually sharp focus fractured, scattered.

His fellow actors, sensing his unease, offered concerned glances and quiet words of encouragement. Even the director, initially jovial, began to eye him with concern. During a break, his co-star, Lulu, approached him, her kind eyes filled with understanding.

“Nicholas, are you alright? You seem… distant.”

He forced a smile, a pale imitation of his usual charm. “Yeah, just a little… out of practice, I guess. Been a while.”

Lulu, a mother herself, saw through his flimsy façade. “Paternity leave, right? How’s the little one?”

The question, though innocent, was like a dam bursting. Suddenly, the carefully constructed wall he'd been trying to maintain crumbled. His voice cracked, a raw emotion surfacing. “She’s… perfect. Just… perfect. And I… I miss her so much already.”

His words hung in the air, vulnerable and exposed. Lulu placed a comforting hand on his arm. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s… it’s like leaving a part of yourself behind.”

Her empathy was a lifeline. He found himself talking, pouring out the overwhelming emotions he’d been trying to suppress. He told her about Tate’s tiny hand gripping his finger, about her sweet scent, about the way her laughter was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He confessed his guilt, his fear, his aching longing to be back home with her.

The rest of the day was an uphill battle. He pushed through the scenes, relying on muscle memory and years of experience to get him through. But his heart wasn’t in it. Every line, every action felt hollow, devoid of the passion that usually fueled his performances. His mind was constantly drawn back to Tate, to Yn, to the warm, loving world he’d left behind.

During lunch break, he found himself scrolling through photos of Tate on his phone, his thumb tracing the outline of her face. He called Yn, his voice tight with emotion.

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Hey, you,” Yn’s voice was warm and soothing. “How’s it going?”

“It’s… hard,” he admitted, the honesty spilling out. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about her. I feel like I’m… incomplete without her.”

Yn’s voice softened even more. “I know, honey. It’s okay to feel that way. She misses you too, I’m sure. But we’re both thinking of you, sending all our love.”

Just hearing her voice, knowing they were both thinking of him, helped to ease the ache just a little. But the underlying feeling remained – a deep, visceral pull back to his daughter, a profound sense of displacement.

As the day dragged on, Nicholas realized the depth of his bond with Tate was far more powerful than he had even imagined. It wasn't just love; it was a primal connection, a fundamental shift in his very being. He had become, irrevocably, a father. And leaving that role behind, even for a few hours, felt like a profound loss.

He finished the day exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally drained. Driving home, he felt a desperate urgency to reach them, to hold Tate again, to feel the reassurance of her small presence in his arms.

When he finally walked through the front door, the sound of Tate’s soft gurgling reached him instantly. He dropped his bag and rushed towards the nursery. Yn was sitting in the rocking chair, cradling Tate. As soon as Tate saw him, her tiny face lit up, and she let out a delighted squeal, reaching out her arms towards him.

He scooped her up, burying his face in her soft neck, inhaling her sweet baby scent. The world seemed to right itself, the fractured pieces of his day suddenly coalescing back into a whole. The overwhelming love flooded through him, a warm, comforting wave.

He looked at Yn, his eyes filled with emotion. “I… I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” he confessed, his voice thick. “I don't know how I can be away from her.”

Yn reached out, taking his hand. “We’ll figure it out, Nicholas,” she said softly, her wise eyes meeting his. “It’s okay to feel this way. It just means you’re a wonderful father. And she’s so lucky to have you. We both are.”

He held Tate close, her small body nestled against his chest. He knew it wouldn't be easy. The emotional pull would always be there, a constant reminder of the precious bond they shared. But he also knew, looking down at his daughter’s innocent face, that this love, this profound connection, was the most important role he would ever play. And for that role, he would find a way to navigate the conflicting demands of work and fatherhood, fueled by the unwavering, powerful love he felt for his baby girl, Tate. He was an actor, yes, but first and foremost, he was her father, and that was a role he would embrace with every fiber of his being, no matter the emotional cost.

[darlin-collins]

AFAB LISTENER IS GIVING BIRTH!!

whose fainting?

shaw pack

David: unexpected but my man is going DOWN right at the end,nursers had escorted his ass out because they ain't got no space for 6'9 man to faint in the room,he doesn't like to talk about it

Asher: had to leave for a few minutes otherwise he will faint but held on good 👍 rubs in David's face whenever possible

Milo: actually didn't and stayed the whole time, sweetheart is so proud ,they bring it up whenever giving birth is mentioned in conversation 10/10 would recommend

solaire clan

Vincent: almost did! holding his breath so hard the doctors had to physically shake him and tell him to breathe ,cried so hard too you'd think he's the one that gave birth

Sam: man was probably side by side with the doctor helping him,if not ,my dude is right beside you telling nursers n healers left n right while reassuring you and holding your hand, either way,he👏is👏 not 👏fainting 👏

Porter (I know he still ain't here but let me have this): oh he going down ,he is crying, heaving, sobbing EVERYTHING,then he will faint half way through, won't wake up until after you're done too, pathetic,would not recommend DO NOT TAKE HIM WITH U HE WILL JUST MAKE IT HARDER ON EVERYBODY

Fred:byeee byeeee he would fall just like he did in wonderworld-

DAMN CREW

Gavin: won't faint,will actually be so calm, reassuring and supporting ,it made everything go easier 200/10 take him along

Damien: he knows what's happening,he knows what's going up ,he knows what's going down,and he's going down with it I tell you,he just,like Vincent,held his breath too long that he fainted, unlike Vincent,he wasn't crying,he was very calm on the outside,so no one noticed that his breath stopped until he let it out and went out beside it , take him but be careful of his breathing

Huxley :he would cry ,he would cry so hard,but not faint,you need him by your side,he can't just faint and leave,take him if you don't mind crying

lasko: bro would faint on the ride to the hospital,do not take him

demons

avior: would Dance on the dridge of unconsciousness but snap out of it for you,take him with u bc he be very reassuring

vega: *side eyeing u so hard* this is your choice?? he won't faint if that's what u want,but he won't do nothing other then stare at u

cam: would need a moment but other then that ,take him and be assured that you won't regret it

brachuim: bro has seen death ,you really think he would faint?? no you wouldn't,but he did anyway

project meridian

James:grab him and take him with you 10/10 won't faint and will reassure you every step of the way

Anton: he will not faint but he will cry so hard so please be prepared for tears and sobbes with your soft supportive words ,do take with you though it's anton we all love Anton

Marcus: he Will probably leave you on read if you tell him( both irl and if you call/text him)

others

Aaron:bye bye bitch he is gone halfway through

Elliot: surprisingly held up the whole way

Ivan: out like a light the moment the child start showing

guy:HE DIDN'T FAINT,WE ARE STILL STUDYING THIS PHENOMENAL EVENT

Blake: bro is in some kind of cult where they kidnapped literal demons, giving birth ain't shit

goerdi:he was here and he was gone

hush: he's seen "scarier" shit , would probably ask you dump questions till you kick him out

[thethcministry]

[lazycapicorn]

Cribs I have in my game

I like making a bulk post for similar things. Most of this is already on my reblog but it's just easier for me to do this. I hope this is helpful to my CC shoppers too

[themirroredmoon]

Lady Nephthys, mistress of the home, grant me the peace and comfort of a warm hearth within my space.

O sweet lady of the air, head of the world, I seek the boundless comfort of your spanless embrace and yearn for the kiss of your breath against my face.

Beautiful maiden, breathtaking akhet (horizon), guide me on my journey to peace with protection throughout the realms.

Breathtaking matriarch, helpful goddess, I seek the bliss of your warmth and the sleep induced by your presence. Ease my anxious mind and trembling sorrows for I will descend with you into the silence of the earth.

Proud wife of the storms and desert, lover of he who overthrows the wicked serpent, nurser of the Two Eyes, hold me to your bosom as I drift off into the realm of temporary death and healing through dreams.

Blessings upon your many names, She Who Protects with Her Own Soul, you will live on within the many realms of these worlds and within your nightly domain.

Dua Nebet-Het!

[zoropookie]

"scarabreasts are soft" i declare confidently into the mic as i put my pen down, right after drawing Scaramouche with the biggest juciest extra plump bouncy boingers tata bouncers jiggly gigglg womanity globers inflatey balloneys natural mommy bottle baby sucking kitten nursers known to scarakind

hai :3 i hope you have a nice day zoropookers !!!!!

you did a really good job, and i really like how you drew her (them?), but that description is crazy as fuck.

[yuwuta]

cute nurse yuuta but also unhinged nurse yuuta, you see? nurse yuuta with cold fingers and needles. white rooms and white gloved fingers touching you. nurse yuuta who is making mental notes of every detail of your skin, your needs. and of course the short exchanged words. and who is mesmerized by how softly the needle pierces through your skin, by how you trust him. he's done it a thousand times before, it shouldn't be this special. the delicacy in which his body moves as to not make it any more uncomfortable than it already is. he wonders if he could make you drift away slowly, warmly falling deep into unconsciousness without notice. those thoughts trouble him often. it's tempting.

I always liked hospitals and nursers. And blood tests. It's definitely not the usual harmless Yuuta.

oh…….. the more often he has to graze your skin, to draw your blood, to check your temperature, the more he keeps thinking about how he almost wants to keep you under his care forever…. how he kind of wants to be the only person to have to care for you. 

and it’s not that he wants to hurt you to keep you there, he just wants to be the only one to touch you, he wants to be the only one you trust. and he wants to know everything about you, he knows the ins but he wants to see it affect your outside too. he knows your blood is warm in the vials, but how does it feel against your cheeks when you’re flustered? when you’re happy? when you’re scared? does your skin feel cold everywhere—where are you warm? he’s seen the graph of your heart on ECGs, but who does it beat for? can he make it beat for him? if he gave you part of him, would you keep it, would he be able to live inside of you? they’re very tempting thoughts; troublesome, but tempting….