#ok to rb but please be nice

[vampyre-soul]

First time wearing a crop top. Really scary and felt very self conscious at first but a bunch of people said I look cool!

[mandiemegatron]

ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇꜱ.

(ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ) ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ; 18+, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ. ᴍᴅɴɪ.

⒜/⒩ ; ᴹʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴰᵉᵉᵖ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᶠⁱᶜ 🤭 ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱˡ ᵗᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᶜ ⁱᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʳʸⁿᵃ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ˢʸˡᵘˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ 🤭💖

ᵗᵃᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ @laidenbreecatchall , ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵇᵗ ˢʸˡᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ���ᵒʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈᵒʷⁿᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ 💖🥰

You lean back in your salon chair, a wide grin on your lips as your nail artist cracks another joke, pulling laughter from you right as your phone begins ringing.

Glancing down at your phone, your cheeks burn slightly as seeing Sylus' name and picture pop up. You give your artist a small knowing look, who returns it with a grin and waves her hand for you to answer. She continues working on your left hand as your right picks up your phone, accepting the call with a cheeky,

"Well, hi stranger."

There's the rumbling chuckle from the other line as Sylus rolls his eyes to himself before he replies,

"You haven't answered any of my texts today. We in a mood today, sweetie?"

Your cheeks burn darker at his words and you huff, rolling your own eyes unbeknownst to him as you comment back,

"I've been busy. Are you alright? You usually only call if its-"

"Important. Yes, I'm aware."

You wait a beat before asking again,

"... well? What's up?"

There's a deep sigh from Sylus as he laments, "I thought we had plans today, sweetie," He stares down at his nail beds, turning his hand this way and that as he adds, "and yet... You're not here."

You narrow your eyes for a moment before pulling your phone away, watching the screen flash up with the time reading 2:47pm. You quickly pull your phone back to your ear with a confused comment of,

"We have dinner plans. It's not even three yet..."

Another sigh leaves Sylus, causing you to pull your phone away for a second as you shoot your nail artist a playfully fed up look before snarking into the phone,

"I'm at the nail salon."

Sylus goes quiet before he asks in a slightly firm tone, "and just who is paying for that, miss broke girl?"

You give a fake gasp before laughing in a joking reply,

"My sugar daddy, obviously, since someone doesn't want to treat me."

There's a long silence from Sylus at your words. Your heart sinks as the pause continues for far too long and you're quick to add,

"I'm just joking, I put money aside to treat myself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

There's a ding from your phone and you pull it away to see the notification.

You almost drop your phone as you see in bright letters - 𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙎 ♡ 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 5000.

"....are you fucking kidding me?"

There's a sly chuckle from your ruby eyed lover as he purrs back,

"Do I ever make jokes, kitten?"

Still unable to wrap your head around the amount of funds Sylus had just sent, you took a steadying breath before genuinely gushing to him,

"Thank you, Sylus."

There's a stunned pause from him. He leans back in his couch, hand over his face before he murmurs back,

"You're very welcome. You can always come to me for anything, no matter how small."

You go to retort but he cuts you off with a stern tone, "Time to put that stubborn ego of yours to bed, darling."

You can't help but think to yourself, 'a small price to pay for falling in love with a literal criminal. Worth it.'

"I will. I'm sorry."

There's a confused hum from Sylus as he questions,

"What's there to be sorry for? If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask."

There's a shuffling from his side before he adds,

"Choose a different colour. The one you chose is ugly."

You pout before looking out the giant windows off to the side, only to huff to yourself as you see Mephisto sitting in a branch, watching with a tilted head. His beak opens but you can't hear his screech, thankfully.

"... you knew I was here and still decided to bully me?" You pouted, whining slightly as you move your phone to your left hand, giving your artist your now free right hand. You tuck your phone against your ear with your shoulder before you flash your medium length stiletto nails towards the window, as if pretending to stretch your wrist before you ask,

"... do you like the shape, at least?"

Sylus hums for a moment before he grins into the phone, "They could be longer. Little kitten wanted some claws, hm?"

Your cheeks burned bright red, pulling a snort from your artist as you grumbled nonsense into the receiver, holding the phone in your grasp again.

"There's a red on the wall, first row, half way across. Between that ugly green and purple." Your eyes wander the wall of gel polish and nearly immediately spot the red he's talking about. "I want you to wear that one."

The same colour as his eyes.

You grin to yourself before teasing him,

"You just love to see me in your colours, don't you?"

There's a chuckle from him as you pull the phone away from your mouth to murmur your new colour choice to your artist. She raises an eyebrow and shrugs, getting up to reach the deep red gel polish and sliding the colour you originally chose into that empty spot.

"... I do. Is it so wrong of me to want what's mine to wear what I ask?"

Your heart nearly bursts out of your chest at his words.

"N-no, it's not..."

He grins wickedly, catching you in his trap as he teases with a purr,

"So you admit it then? You're mine."

You bite the corner of your bottom lip, trying to ignore your racing heart as you reply softly,

"I ah, um..."

"Say it."

You purse your lips into a tight line before sighing, relating to his demands as you comment as if brushing him off,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your super hot girlfriend, whatever..."

You take a long drink from your water bottle before putting it back on the table as you ask,

"Satisfied?"

There's a soft groan from Sylus, too close to a moan for your heart to handle and you immediately feel your core twitch.

"I will be, once you're here and under me, those painted nails wrapped around my c-"

You choke on a breath, fumbling your phone for a moment before you snap in a high voice,

"Sylus! Behave yourself!"

There's a deep laugh from him, genuine and warm before he sighs jokingly. "Alright sweetie, if that's want you want..."

You groan to yourself before he adds darkly, all joking gone from him,

"Remember, that changes the second you walk into this house. You forget who's in charge, kitten."

You swallow heavily before murmuring,

"Yes Sir."

There's another low groan from Sylus again at your words and he's quick to demand you,

"Be here sooner rather than later. Don't keep me waiting, sweetie."

He hangs up before you can even gather his words, shaking your head slightly as you put your phone back down.

You look back up at your artist and you almost choke at the bright reds that adorn her face.

".... you heard all that?"

She gives a small nod, finishing off shaping your pinky before finally moving onto the gel polish.

"You sound like a lucky girl," she gushes almost sadly, a wistful sigh leaving her as she looks back up at you.

You give a slight shrug before murmuring, "I suppose ..."

You glanced over to the window again and hum to yourself as you noticed Mephisto was gone. 'Probably off to preen,' you think to yourself as you stick your hand under the UV light, curing the first layer of paint.

The second your nails were complete, you paid and left a hefty tip, promising to be back which the girl immediately booked you in for. Leaving the salon with a little pep in your step, you quickly made your way towards the N109 zone where Sylus' 'mansion' resided.

As you finally came through the front doors, Luke and Keiran whooped and whistled, taking in your dolled up appearance with approving cheers.

"Lookin' fine tonight, miss Y/N!"

"You look like a whole ass meal, miss Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes, unable to fight back the blush that over took your cheeks as you waved them off. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on..."

Wearing a short, black dress with a waved skirt, black designer patterned tights and red bottomed heels, you gave the two boys a little twirl before tucking stray strands of your hair behind an ear as you asked, "You promise I look okay?"

The two masked boys nodded enthusiastically and agreed, "Hell yeah, absolutely!"

Giving them a nod, you placed your bag on the long dining table before making your way to Sylus' office, connected to his bedroom.

You gave a quick knock before entering, not waiting for him to say anything as you always did. He sat on the couch, faced away from the door with a book in his hands.

"... You're late."

You stop just behind the couch, your hands twisting in front of you slightly as an anxious pirckle crawled up your back.

"I thought I was right on time," you murmured, looking to the side to take in his massive wall clock, frowning to yourself in confusion at seeing the time was 10 minutes ahead.

You went to speak up when Sylus suddenly stood, rubbing at his face with a tired hand before finally turning to you.

"If I say you're late, kitten, you're late. There's no room for -"

His words stop abruptly, his brows furrowing as he takes in your attire. You move your weight from foot to foot for a second, wishing you could shrunk yourself under his darkening gaze. "W-what...?" You cautiously asked, fiddling with the folded fabric of your short skirt.

He takes the few steps to you slowly, like a predator playing with it's prey before he finally bites out,

"I did not buy that for you."

You immediately think he hates it, your stomach sinking into the ground as you think about the wasted hours and money you spent on trying to look good for him.

"I-I bought it-" Your breath catches in your throat as he stands in front of you, one of his large hands splaying over your side and pulling your body against his. "D-do you not like it...?"

Sylus' irritated look simmers slightly as his hand roams the expanse of your side and back, his fingers playing with the long zipper resting on your spine. He leans his head down to murmur in your ear, "You have awful taste."

In a flash, he rips the zipper down and pulls the dress with a tug so it ends up on the floor, pooled around your heeled feet. Your frown deepens as he takes in the lacy bra and panty set you wore underneath, a sly grin taking over his sour expression as his eyes trace over every inch of you.

"This.... this I like."

Both his hands grip your waist, making you step out of the dress before pulling your form back to his own. Your hands meet his chest and you can feel the poke of his growing erection, fueling the tingling warmth that settled in your core. As his hands roam your skin, his thumbs trace over the lace on your breasts, taking in the intricate designs through the lace and suddenly he stops, his left thumb dancing over a certain pattern right over your nipple.

"... you got this on purpose, didn't you?"

His voice is playfully soft as he murmurs down at you, his eyes still glued to your breasts. "Crows, sweetie? You flatter me."

Your face and shoulders bloom in reds and your hands delicately brush over the soft shirt hiding his skin from you. Giving the shirt a slight tug, he leans down a little more with a chuckle before his lips meet yours, the fire inside you overflowing with want as your hearts raced in sync.

One hand moved to the back of his head, long nails ghosting over the base of his neck and through his short hair, pulling a rumbled groan from his chest that reverberated against your own. He pulls away momentarily to nearly purr in your ear,

"I was going to chastise you for showing up for our date in clothing I didn't get you, but I think I like the little surprise I unwrapped much more..." The genuine tone flowing from his words crawl over your skin like a hot breeze, causing your wide, doe eyes to stare up at him, the words you've been aching to say for weeks dancing on your tongue.

Sylus' gaze matches yours as he pulls away just enough to look down at you. His forehead rests against you, eyes locked for a moment before he pulls away to press a kiss to your forehead. "Sweet kitten," he gushes lightly as his hands keep your chest to his, lithe fingers tracing over your back and teasing over the clasp of your bra.

"Tell me what you want."

His demand meets your ears and your eyes fall shut, your heart screaming to burst out of your chest as you nearly beg him,

"I want you."

Sylus pulls away again, making you face to face as he demands again,

"Say it again."

You muster every ounce of adoration for this man into your gaze as your other hand moves from his chest to hold his face, your thumb just brushing over his bottom lip as you honestly reply,

"... I want you. Only you."

The corner of Sylus' mouth ticks up, as if trying to fight a smile before he murmurs in reply,

"You have me."

He presses a quick kiss to your lips as one of his hands moves from your breast to grip one of your asscheeks, giving it a small pinch before he whispers in your ear,

"Say you're mine."

His hand just hovers over your ass, waiting for the words to leave you and the second you pathetically whine softly, "I'm yours," his palm roughly connects with your flesh, the slap echoing in the room as a moan makes it way past your lips. "Again," he commands, his hand lovingly brushing the tingle away before it connects with your ass again as the words tumble out.

"I'm y-yours-!"

In a flash, his mouth meets yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and devouring you from the inside out. It felt like forever, clinging to him as if he'd disappear the second you'd let go and he's quick to lift you in his arms, your legs immediately wrapping around his hips.

"I had so much in store for today," Sylus nearly grumbles as he nibbles on the side of your throat. "Though I think unwrapping the rest of you sounds like a better idea."

He takes three steps back and turns on his heel before tipping you forward til your back rests against his desk. He pulls back to gaze down at you, desire and fire burning in his eyes as his hands splay over your stomach and slowly crawl upwards, pulling soft whimpers and little gasps from your lips.

Youre unable to bite back the moan that slips out as he cages over you and grinds his hips into yours as he sighs lowly,

"I hope you're ready to take tomorrow off, sweetie." He captures your lips in a quick and heavy kiss before promising,

"I'm going to take every piece of you and claim it for myself."

He moves his face to your neck and bites down, hard enough to rip a choking gasp from your mouth before you moan back,

"All yours."

Your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, shivers running over his skin as he finally moves a hand to slip under the side of your panties, two of his fingers sliding along the length of your slit with purpose.

"Yes," he deems, eyes half lidded and dark as he reiterates to himself more than to you, "All mine."

[local-littleguy]

we're gonna make your heart go bang-bang!

[3dfangs]

BUST C☆MMISSI☆NS!

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[revvywevvy]

hiiiiii guyyyyyys its been a while huh :] heres some pyrrlinas since its taking me forever to finish the other things i've been drawing of them and im impatient and cant wait anymore <3 (AND THIS TIME I REMEMBERED TO ADD THE WATERMARK LOL)

[felldragon]

it's a xeno intro babie... 🌟

you there... Hi. do you want to get into the xeno series? do you perhaps only know of xenoblade and want to know some details about the older games? do you see that there's a bunch of games and don't know where to start? are you afraid of seeing spoilers when googling anything about the series? do you want to know what the heck xeno even is?!

i have made a tiny guide to hopefully help you with all of those!!! no matter if you're a current fan or a newer fan, i wanted to help people learn a bit more about this series. there's a ton of video guides and reddit posts, but as someone who's been into xeno for quite a bit, i know my way around some older resources and try to stay on top of the newer ones as well. :)

i will preface this with a disclaimer - by no means am i a definitive source, feel free to take a look at multiple guides and follow them based on your own judgement. :) i do consider myself well-versed in xeno, but everyone has different opinions and takes on how one should experience the series.

with that out of the way, here is the guide!! ^__^ enjoy!

if you have any questions, feel free to ask somewhere, i will get to it when i can.

here's a gif of the entire opening cutscene of xenosaga episode ii to show you that i am a dedicated individual.

[kinkymcbutweasel]

Happy...erm...(F)Underboob Friday(?)

Tips for tits

[arsene-fixates]

who up yearning they f/o!!!!?!???!!?!!!!?!?!!?

[aorticvalve]

Happy halloween!! 🎃 👻

[akaakeis]

OOPS I DIDNT REALIZE THEY WERE MDNI I JUST SAW IT ON MY FEED AND STARTED GUSHING 😕 deleted it im sorry!!!!! sav stfu and check profiles before spilling your guts in reblogs hello

[xumoonhao]

love letter <3

[dykepoet]

the lesbian and the haul

[pompomdemiel]

please help a venezuelan enby get their meds and pay rent 🇦🇷🇻🇪

hi everyone, I hope you’re doing fine. I’m back here again making a post about my situation.

So as many of you know, I had to move out last month due to problems with my old landlord and now we are at a new place, I made a post about two weeks ago, asking for help to get my medicines and thankfully, I got some like my anxiety medication in my sleeping pills, but I am still trying to get my antidepressants and antipsychotics and i need to be able to pay my rent before the 30th of this month

i’m looking for a job right now. I’m sending applications online and looking at advertisements and posts but I still haven��t had any luck, right now the economic situation situation. My country is not the best and I need a job, but I need to earn enough to pay rent now that is more expensive.

i promise I am doing my best

If you want any proof, you can message me. We can have a chat and converse about whatever I’m fine with that, also I understand that people don’t trust strangers online and that’s understandable. I’m ok that. Anything helps, even if it is just rb my story or just having a nice chat with me or if you have or know about any jobs I could take

Big hugs and thank you everyone🤍

0/400$

k*fi

[tulpar-anya]

Yeah, I still don't entirely understand it either...

They tend to range from "mild asshole" to "straight up puppy kickers", in my experience.

It is nice knowing there's at least one of you thats good, though.

Don't know why everyone is so upset by me being nice

[historicity-was-already-taken]

Welcome New Followers Post xiv

gonna make this bullet points of Things to Know because deadlines, but hi! welcome!

-this is not a jewish identity or a jumblr blog. i am a jewish person and a holocaust historian, so my content often overlaps with those realms of tumblr

-this is first and foremost a public history blog. public history and public historians do history for the public. we're passionate about transmitting complex historical topics from the academe to the people, and we're in constant (one-sided lmao) conversation with entities such as: film writers and producers, textbook writers, government bodies, journalists, etc regarding the construction of public memory, and the responsibilities that entails

-you don't have to ask if something is ok to reblog. I appreciate the thought, but unless I turn off reblogs or specifically ask people not to engage in certain ways, you're fine, that said:

-I do see and read all tags, replies, and rbs. I consider them public, and I often respond to them as new posts. If you want to engage with me and don't want others to see, then send me an ask which includes the words "please respond privately"

-You can should disagree with me and tell me when you think I'm wrong! Now, I won't lie, years of existing as a young-appearing hyper feminine (i like skirts and bows and sparkly shoes it is what it is) female, Jewish historian have made me defensive and bitey af, and I often misread neutral tones as "coming for me" tones and respond in kind. I apologize for when/if that happens to you, and I assure that, once I realize you're not coming at me in bad faith, I will feel horribly guilty.

-There is a learning curve here. I don't have any desire to gatekeep my blog (it's the opposite tbh), but I do use high level terms which can have multiple meanings in different contexts. I actively try to avoid using impenetrable academic jargon in this space, but sometimes that jargon is the only appropriate phrasing available. In those cases, I urge you to do some research and poke around and then, if you still don't understand what I mean, DM me.

-I am a white, American woman. I am actively anti-racist, and anti-bigotry in general, but there will be times when I do or say something clueless or privileged. If you see that and you have the energy, please tell me! I want this blog to be a welcome place for all,* and I appreciate call-outs as an opportunity for (un)learning.

-Building on that, this is an anti-bigotry space which I'd like people of all demographics and identities to feel comfortable engaging with.* That said, I don't play nice when some random corner of tumblr rolls up in here and barfs their shit all over my posts.

-I am a cringe millennial. I started this blog in 2011, when I was 21, had just finished college, before I'd heard back from any graduate schools, and before I had much resembling a career. I am currently 34. It's fine. But a lot of you are in your teens and 20s and are just starting on your careers, so like, please don't negatively compare yourselves to me or get self-deprecating when/if you want to contact me. We all learn and achieve at different paces and that's ok.

-My book, The Girl Bandits of the Warsaw Ghetto, will be released in Fall 2025. Trust me I will be screaming from the rooftops and you will not miss the announcements lmao.

-If I don't reply to an ask or a DM, it's not because I hate you. There are 800 reasons why I may not reply, and none of them are personal.

and finally

-I am not your Good Leftist Anti-Zionist Jew. I am not here as a rhetorical cudgel for left-wing anti-Semites who seek out Jews with politics similar to mine to then use as a weapon against other Jewish folks. Don't fucking do it.

*That does not mean that everything I post here will make you feel comfortable. History isn't supposed to make you feel comfortable. Sometimes, it can and should make you feel actively uncomfortable, because that discomfort/cognitive dissonance means you're learning (keep your cognitive dissonance temper tantrums tf away from me, tho). It does mean that I, as an individual, want you all to feel that this is a space where you are welcome to learn and ask questions.

i tried to use bullet points to keep this short, and i failed miserably. on brand.

[floridazcrazy]

Half-baked r63 yukierre idea/yapping

Guys bear with me here on this. AFAB Yuki right? Her and Pierre traumabonded during their Alpha Tauri days and all that jazz.

They have almost the exact same dynamics as the non r63 version of themselves but heres where it gets tricky-ish. We all know that even w/ all the flirting Pierre would yap about seeing Yuki as a younger sibling and would say/imply as much

So, fem!Yuki realizing she may have some heavy feelings for Pierre whether they be platonic or romantic (whose she kidding ofc they're romantic) but alas everytime Pierre inevitably finds himself flirting w/ her, he backtracks to the "ur like a little sister to me/ur such an immature little kid angle (think rb maxiel)

Which is a slap in the face to Yuki when Pierre goes public w/ his childbride Kika later on that year whos a freshly turned 19 to her 21/22 (maxiel moment lmao).

Yipyap yip yap. Yuki dealin w/ the western worlds overt sexualization of asian women along w/ the desexualization/infantilization that she going to face as an asian woman in old boys club sport. Pierre gasly is not helping w/ these matters at all

Kika is petite, charming and has just enough bite to intrigue but not offend the old guard, unlike Yuki whos being made to see a therapist over her temper. (poor girl) and Yuki's just feeling like the standing woman emoji in the corner. Dont forget Pierre's leaving AT at the end of the season too lmao

At least she has an elder fellow poc woman on the grid to go to advice for, right??. Alex Albon herself who's also lowkey a mess rn. Fried blonde, overgrown pixie cut and undercut monstrosity, fuck ton of helix and orbital piercings (she went to the lh44 school of drip... shes failing) Shes got a thing for George but hes dating Carmen and she and Lily are dancing around each other (just kiss tf??)

Yuki will be ok though, she has Nyck and Liam next year. Miss girls boutta be having some nice sex and reminiscing to do

WeI hope this made some sort of sense. Idk though PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT OR REBLOG W/ YAPPING. IM HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS!!