#okay i will stop

[icarums]

my mp100 art. some are bad quality because i literally just take a photo of my sketchbook and do some editing. anyways enjoy

[soulaanadelrey]

Just thinking about his cum dripping out of me while we're in public.

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

[sovereign-of-dawn]

Head empty. Only Anderson's kissable lips.

[tartagliatum]

i loovvee multishipping but all of my non shipper friends are tired of my bs lol .. zhongxiao goes SOO hard they are everything to me !!!!! when you get a sec, do you have any thoughts on them in regular or kink context? o.o i love them smm

fuck ur friends i wanna hear it all ‼️‼️

i have sooo many thoughts on them pre archon war altho most of it is kind of not Usual Content for this blog sorry </3

xiao being in debt to zhongli as a young yaksha who has just been saved and being so eager to impress and please him. eating dishes he knows won't agree with his stomach when he orders a table laden with food or holds a feast, holding his gurgling stomach under the table and suppressing sickened hiccups, intent on listening to his saviour's words - usually whatever he's bragging about to his guests. he forces a nod when zhongli asks if he's enjoying his food, but can't hide the pale complexion of his face, the loud noises his stomach is making. the liyuen archon pulls him onto his lap like a pet, rubbing his full stomach gently and continuing conversation with his guests like nothing has changed. despite being too sick to truly care, xiao can't help but feel a little embarrassed - but soon learns zhongli and the company he keeps do not care, and rather, zhongli is quite proud that his yaksha will eat foods that make him ill just to please him.

outside of this, xiao was adverse to having his stomach rubbed at first (it was undignified and childish) but he soon comes to find belly rubs feel warm and enjoyable when he stops his protesting and relaxes into them. whether he's exhausted after battle, feeling low, has eaten too much or eaten disagreeable food for guests, or simply craves affection, he slides into zhongli's lap and guides his firm, gentle hands to his tummy, the deep and gentle circles or soft side to side motion sending him into a dozy state of bliss. he feels safe; cared for. like he can be vulnerable. he kneels on the floor beside his throne or chair, gladly accepting the occasional head pat and words of praise for being so patient as he waits for zhongli to finish with his work.

xiao starts showing him more physical affection in return - he is a god after all, used to living in spoiled indulgence; and xiao was forever indebted to him even before they began a relationship of such kind. he rubs his head and scratches his scalp, washes his gold streaked hair as they bathe together and battles anybody who dares challenge him. he brings him back precious weapons and trophies of brutal enemies felled on the battlefield, skilled musicians and herbal teas, fine clothes and rare flowers and delicious food, providing him a life of sweet decadence. he sits on his knee and feeds him each bite at mealtimes, zhongli's hand on his back as his lips close around the food until he's all too full. instead his tongue licks the leftovers off of xiao's fingers, licks into his mouth, and his wandering hands pull him closer onto his lap and let him do all the work.

they grow distant after the archon war. hedonistic lifestyles are long forgotten, liyue changes drastically and so does xiao, withdrawing into isolation and a life of karmic debt. it's centuries later that they meet again at lantern rite - zhongli is older now. humble and soft-spoken and happy to be living an anonymous life almost bare of the luxuries he once had, and are, xiao presumes, long forgotten. but as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, forced to eat complex spiced dishes, an arm wraps around his waist and a hand is placed on his tight stomach, gentle and firm as ever before.

their relationship is somewhat similar this time around, but full of small differences. zhongli's bragging about his country has turned to long ramblings about liyuen culture out of pure interest alone (some people find this boring - xiao never does. he is quiet after all, and somebody has to fill the silence). xiao is still proud, still hides when he is sick like he did in the very beginning, still accepts dishes he can't handle instead of refusing them in the first place - not to impress zhongli this time, but to share in his passion for liyue's heritage. smiles and nods and eats more until he can't do so any longer. he excuses himself to the bathroom to catch his breath and make himself throw it up, emptying himself of all the sickening food. he feels a little naive and embarrassed when zhongli finds out he still can't stomach the meals he eats for him, and asks after all this time? i'm no god who needs to be catered to anymore, with a pitiful smile and gentle hand on his sensitive stomach.

xiao doesn't care for his status. he saved him once, and with that freedom, is always saving him for the rest of his life without even knowing. he brings him gifts. flowers and wooden carvings and pretty feathers. he braves the city for him, bustling crowds of mortals and foreign noises and textures and smells so he can visit him during work hours or wander the stalls together. they curl up together in wangshu inn, intertwined as equals now, and feed each other small bites between soft smiles and quiet conversation.

each relationship has its differences, maintains the same small details - and xiao would take either one any day, because his karmic debt doesn't hurt with zhongli. because he has been granted freedom by the previous archon of contracts, and with his freedom, this is what he will choose to do every time.

[katyspersonal]

Bloodborne’s time period clue

I mentioned this in the previous reblog, but just for archive purposes,

There is a book in Hunter’s Dream with the symbol of the Healing Church, and it is the only thing I personally noticed in the game that has a concrete year on it! I feel like it could be useful for fans that like to apply real history events and development to the lore because in darn 19th century things were changing every other couple of decades.

[sparkles-oflight]

I like to believe Joker out announcing a new song on my birthday is their away of saying that I'm right about Kris being blonde

[folkloregirlfriend]

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[codecicle]

MY FAVORITE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS' PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE!!!!

[lettuccine]

i cant stop thinking about a post by @possamble so i made this

inspired by this

based on a fanart by BugsGay on twitter

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[myclericalromance]

i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

*after the events of the odyssey*

*telemachus and odysseus walking down to the docks, after odysseus said he'd go sailing with his son*

(listen the man had missed 20 years of his son's life, he could ask ody to dress in drag & do the hula and odysseus would already be shouting "LUAU" in a grass skirt before tele finished his sentence)

telemachus: i'm so excite- *looks ahead*

telemachus: *stops walking* oh no *sad noises*

odysseus: *still walking* what's wrong son?

telemachus: *points to the sea beyond ithaca's shores* poseidon must be angry today, look at the storm in the distance

odysseus: *looks ahead but without worry on his face* no need to worry, we can still go sailing, follow me

telemachus: *confused but follows his dad*

*both make it to the docks*

odysseus: you get started, i've just got something to do & then i'll join you on the ship

*telemachus hops on the ship and odysseus turns to face the sea*

odysseus: *red eyes activate* i'm. going. sailing. with . my. son.

*the sea storm dissipates in record speed*

odysseus: good.

odysseus: *red eyes deactivate*

odysseus: *turns to telemachus smiling like nothing happened* shall we go then?

telemachus: *happy but very confused*

telemachus: *mumbling to himself*what just happened?

[bloodyethanol]

im letting the days go by and i dont even have a beautiful house or a beautiful wife