#ooc { .exe }

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[facelessmime]

ALRIGHT UHH

V finds Solver Uzi hot now. do with that idea what you will

She likes a feral goth gf. And honestly? She's so valid.

I'm absolutely adding a bonus to this- This piece robbed me of my sleep so its bed time lol. (Ilovethemsomuchandiwoulddieforthisship)

Edit: Here's that bonus ;)

[cynthiaandsamus]

Apparently there's a glitch in the Pokemon Masters Photo Editor that lets you make Lusamine and only Lusamine a 50 foot tall giant woman

Source

[crowcage]

hazbin hotel if i was delusional (i am)

tfw you’re the only one who can kill your ex-turned-bitter-rival ..

[nimpnawakproduction]

Bonus:

Vashwood comic: Concave

I saw this picture of the new Vash’s figure and I HAD to do something about it.

I can’t decide how to draw Wolfwood so he’s a mix between the ‘98 and 2023 design. His nose and his cleavage are, as always, a real pleasure to draw.

[gothic-mothic]

( @voidofstarryink )

Ok so basically:

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[epiphainie]

i can't with all these "the show is highlighting tommy's jealousy, they're planting seeds that it will cause problems" takes like bffr. he mentioned being envious over the 118's dynamic twice, sure, but in what world (literally how?) would that cause a relationship problem? do yall expect him to be in cahoots with gerrard behind their back and murder buck to take over his life or something?? like even with the hyperbole aside, i genuinely cannot see how they can turn this into relationship drama without going against everything they showed us with tommy so far

[billcipher-rpblog]

What’s this, Cipher? You’re cursed to tell the truth? Hah, who should I be writing my thanks to for this indulgent humbling? I think I’ll likewise pester you with questions myself.

What are your next plans?

How much of your powers have been returned?

And…why exactly haven’t you killed me yet? You’ve had plenty of chances. I’ve been…wondering. (…I’m not so foolish to think it lingering regard.)

- @ford-between-dimensions

TSK TSK TSK, ALWAYS HERE FOR A REUNION, AREN'T YOU, FORDSIE?

ALRIGHT, FINE, YOU KNOW WHAT? I'LL ADMIT, I DON'T HAVE A PLAN! FOR ONCE!

WITH THAT DUMB FRILLY FISH WATCHING MY EVERY STEP LIKE I WERE SOME OVERGROWN CHILD, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT BEING BABYSAT! IT'S EMBARRASSING!

AND ALL MY POWERS HAVE BEEN RESTORED TO THEIR MAXIMUM POTENTIAL! HAH! AT LEAST THIS DUMB TRUTH CURSE WON'T LIE ABOUT THE COOL THINGS! SUCKERS!

HAHAHAH! WHAT'S WITH THE PERSONAL QUESTIONS, SIXER? CURIOUS?

[cogitxtio]

(( fedex for a friend ))

[gctchell]

... I know canon is gonna be male, but I'm so tempted to make a female Satan bc a badass southern woman running the Wrath Ring just works so well in my head.

[kaelidascope]

You're A Hot Mess Chapter 1 is LIVE

**SHAKES TOXIC BAG OF DOGGY TREATS**

Oh boy here comes that shiny new toxic AU I warned everyone about

MIND THE TAGS FOLKS IT'S WRITTEN OOC ON PURPOSE!

This fic is a fucking dumpster fire, I'm not gonna sugar coat it. If you get mad at mischaracterization, trust me on this one and move along. This is my self indulgent trash AU it's not gonna be accurate or good by any means but I mean hey if you like drama, smut, and cliffhangers then COME GET YOUR RANCID BAD HABIT BEES <33

Also this isn't the only thing I'll be tossing up today so keep an eye out c:

[casinocandy]

*Zac Floats In,,*

"There's No Way This Place Is Legal...."

- Zac Anti-Fairy

*Sammy appears behind the Anti-fairy, floating just above the ground. he was hiding his own wand behind his back* Ohhh yeah you can bet its legal!!~ And not JUST legal, It's a magical place for all ages!!! (we have a children's only area with fake money so they can gamble...)

Wanna roll some dices, little guy???

[sillylittlecapcutuser]

Edit made for @mr-steveraglan and @henry-connection-terminated

[beforecreation]

Beerus is grayromantic, so he only catches romantic feelings every so often, but he fucking hates it when he does. He despises having romantic feelings because they conflict with how he normally acts, he's not a very socially outgoing person, but if he starts crushing on someone, he finds himself wanting to be around them more and more often.

He wants to know more about them, what they like, what they want, etc. All of this is would be pretty annoying to him, because he keeps people a fair distance away from him, even people he respects or even likes in a platonic manner. So him catching romantic feels are... rather obvious, especially because approaching that person without making his feelings known beforehand is pretty hard unless they were pretty oblivious.

Sometimes it's even more frustrating when it's someone who would only live for a few hundred years, as that's not nearly enough time to spend with him in his eyes. So he gets pretty touchy when the topic of crushes come up, and will at times make an effort to conceal how he feels to the point of being too distant and becoming obvious he's avoiding someone for some reason.

[ford-between-dimensions]

HeY LOOK AT THIS drawing i jus did:D

….That’s very, ah, imaginative. The colors are so…vibrant and…Please don’t feed this to the portal.