#project this on my grave

[cryptid-quill]

quick thing for ruikasa day hello

[gothghostiie]

the religious guilt has been hitting me like a ton of bricks recently so let me cope in the only way I know how so

cw: age gap (20s/40s), a bit of angst, religious guilt, religious!reader, Virgin!reader, first time, raw sex, crying, praise, creampie, gn!reader

letting graves take their virginity?? they've been dating for a good few months, and they want to wait until marriage, that's what they've been taught is the proper thing to do after all. graves respects this, but sometimes he can't help himself, his hands wandering places they shouldn't, lips placing kisses a bit too low on your neck. technically you know you should stop him, swat his hands away with a gentle reminder that its improper - but you don't. you never do. his chapped lips grazing the slight bit of cleavage youre showing, his big hands cupping your ass or even runninh along the hem of your pants; it just feels too good. it makes your whole body heat up your cunt tingle, and your mind incredibly guilty. you pray for forgiveness every night before bed, but the thoughts dont leave your head. theyre burned into your head and you cant help but want to act on them. in theory, you know you won't go to hell for having these thoughts, especially since you do regret them. even if the curiosity is driving you mad.

Phillip never pushes you into more, he didn't even bring it up once after you explained it to him when he first made a move. that's why he's even more surprised when you suddenly place his hands on you while hes kissing you. he just wanted an innocent little kiss after waking up, but for some reason you can't hold yourself together today. the burning between your thighs is all too much, the tingling all over your body making you ache, and the only thing that soothes it seem to be his hands. so you let them, in fact you encourage them. your body scoots impossibly close to his under the sheets, lips almost trying to eat him up - it gets so much that he pulls back, catching his breath.

"what are you doin', baby?" he whispers, his voice gravelly but gentle and quiet, as if asking you to share a secret. his chest is trembling with efforr to breathe normally, eyes switching betwen your swollen lips and your wide eyes. what are you doing?

"I.." you try to speak but barely anything comes out. you blink up at him, trying to think of something to say, anything; but your lips end up faster than your brain. "I want you.." you say quietly, your face heating up. his eyes widen.

"what..?" he asks, his voice still low.

"I want you.." he takes a second, trying to register what you said.

"you mean..?" you give a nod, wondering if you look as desperate as you feel. he swallow hard. "Peach, I-" he takes a deep breath. "I thought you wanted to wait 'til we're married?" his tone is gentle, not one bit accusing. it feels loving. loving enough to push the guilt welling up in your chest down.

"I- I know but- please." you plead, hands gripping at his bare chest. he thinks hard, hesitating like he's the one who's keeping himself 'pure'. he sees your pleading eyes, your slightly trembling lip, it makes him wanna hug you.

"are you sure? like, really sure?" you nod. he nods back with a soft breath. "okay." before you know it he has you under him, kneeling between your legs and kissing you all over your neck and shoulders, worshipping your skin like its the last thing he'll ever do. you tremble slightly, nails digging into his biceps and shoulder, holding him close while his own hands snake under your shirt. he's taking his time, being slow and gentle, it makes you want to scream at him to do it before you change your mind. your breath comes out in short, harsh breaths mixed with whimpers that make you embarrassed. but he loves them, he revells in them, they're making his cock painfully hard.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't dream about pushing his cock into your Virgin hole, hearing you cry for more while he pounds you into a mattress, but the only thing he had was his damn left hand and his imagination. but not anymore. he was about to get his dream, sooner than he thought he would. it's almost unreal when you're laying in front of him, bare and trembling with your ankles on his shoulders, his weeping tip rubbing against your sex.

you hold your breath as he slowly, gently starts pushing in, stretching you open with a low grunt. you gasp for air, you've never felt anything like this; it feels almost too good. youre a moaning mess under him sooner than later, his hands propped next to your head as youre forehead to forehead, moaning at each other between sloppy kisses. his eyes are closed, fully engulfed in the momemt, in how good you feel - until he hears a sob. his eyes shoot open, looking down at you to find tears streaming down your face. he freezes, cupping your face with both hands to get your attention. "hey, hey- what's wrong? am I hurting you?" he asks, the worry in his voice evident, he might just cry with you if you say yes. but you shake your head, another strangled sob escaping your throat. he frowns. "what's wrong? talk to me precious." he says, trying to pull back out - but the iron grip your legs have on his hips keep him in. he hesitates, watching you try to take deep breaths to calm down or at least speak to him.

when you finally do, his eyes widen. your babbling is almost incoherent, but he can make out bits and pieces and he hates what he's hearing. 'bad person', 'hell', forgive', he knows what you're trying to say. "darling.." he whispers, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. he tries to sit up in hopes he can get your legs to loosen and let him pull out, but you just tighten. between all the guilt youre feeling you dont want the feeling hes giving you to ever be gone.

he sighs and sits down nonetheless, hugging you close to him while you sit on his dick, the position intimate. "don't say that. you're not a bad person. not for anything, especially not for this." you blink up at him, eyes still watering. he smiles at you. "you're doing nothing wrong doll. we love each other, no? I'm sure no one will judge you. you're a good little angel." the last words make you freeze, unintentionally clenching around him. he gasps, looking down at you with big eyes. for a moment it's just silence, the tears and guilt forgotten, his hands on your hips tighten.

"did you like that?" he asks quietly, unsure if he should keep going, you give him a nod. "you like it when I tell you how good you are? how well you're doing?" he asks, and you clench around him harder, making yourself moan. he bites his lip, slowly but surely rocking your hips up and down slightly. you press your face into his neck and move with him, the tension leaves his body as he starts pressing kisses to your shoulder again. "you're taking me so well baby.. I'm so proud of you.." he whispers. "so good for me, aren't you? youre always doing your best, no matter where. i love you so, so much-" he's cut off by his own gasp as you tighten almost painfully, your whole body tense and trembling. hes worried for a second, before catching your expression - you came. you came from his words.

the thought alone sends him on a rampage, making him wanna rut into you, pump you full of his cum - but it takes barely a few more strokes before he spills inside you with a groan. the feeling has you shudder, you slowly relax in his lap, sinking down into his cock further as he holds you close to his chest. you quietly pray that he holds you like this forever.

[lakesparkles]

I sketched this comic yesterday. It was for daily Ramona, this is why it's not finished (I had to draw everything in the same day). But it's big enough for me to make a separate post for it

Ramona and Julie's friendship had potential, it's what I'm saying!

[apple-pie-fly]

and it only took many hours of looking at the wall

[miraculous-showtime]

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

Louis about Saturdays fanproject at the Paris show - FITFWT tour diaries.

Faith In The Future World Tour - Paris,FR | Saturdays lights project - Rainbow lights | 14.10.2023 |

[radioactivegummyworm]

ive been working on a handmade art journal for a school assignment the last couple months+ i'm really happy with how these pages turned out so here they r! (i'm also gonna talk a bit below the photo dump abt how i did stuff so if you wanna read that it's there)

this has been a really fun project so far, I'm happy with it!

1- this is what the journal looks like, i decided on a red checkerboard pattern for the cover nd i added a skelanimal. book binding was actually easier than i thought!!

2- i never finished this but i decided to draw the killjoys as weezer for the blue album's 30th anniversary

3 - THESE R DOMR OF MY FAVORITES. it has 2 of my favorite songs from tttyg which are dead on arrival (left) and saturday (right) Saturday is like really underrated everyone should listen to that song please

4- a collage i made with some old candy wrappers(left) and danger days spider scratch art! (right)

5- my piece for the 20th three cheers anniversary ❤️ i was working on it for a long time and I'm happy i finished it :3 i also included lyrics from it's not a fashion statement on the left page

6- show pony. one of my favorite they/thems ❤️ (left) and KILLJOY LINOCUT PRINTS ‼️ (right) as you can see these ones turned out super messy because the surface was uneven 💔

7- killjoy prints but nice

[shadow-0-8]

I’m reading Catch 22 cause my dad gave me his copy and it’s his favorite book, and I’m already cracking up, but this part is so Graves.

”In less than ten days the Texan cleared the ward. The artillery captain broke first, and after that the exodus started. — In less than ten days, the Texan drove everybody in the ward back to duty--...”

[pondslime]

[ashesfierybree]

Collection of all my native art/edit hcs for the silly doll people in idv !!!

Andrew is mixed White/Ojibwe specifically for desolate sand; I could make an entire yap post about it but just know his mama made that dreamcatcher okay

Demi is mixed White/Yurok bc self projection beam go

Ithaqua is kind've of a mixing pot of Algonquian culture because he's based on a mass story in that region

[momentsofamber]

My personal headcanon is that the siblings' mom's name is Aspen Graves. Aspen is the name of a species of tree; and the American Aspen in particular is a white tree with black scars along the bark that typically blooms with golden yellow leaves. Another fun fact about aspens is that they do not make for good firewood; they dry slowly, rot quickly, and do not give off much heat. I think the metaphor speaks for itself.

I also like the idea of her having an 'As' starting name because I feel like initially she had wanted a daughter. I feel like their first child had been unplanned but the second was not. Aspen was disappointed that her first child ( conceived as a teen for that matter ) was a boy, but when Andrew turned out to be an obedient and well-behaved child she Got Over It.

But she and her husband tried again because Aspen wanted a girl, she wanted a mini-me, and she was excited when she found out the baby was indeed a girl, so she gave Ashley a similar name.

But then when Ashley was born and Ashley Wasn't The Daughter She Expected(tm), she Lost Interest and pushed Ashley off onto Andrew instead.

[blradley]

intro powerpoint for that one whacky passion project of mine -

Do you enjoy unreliable narrators with a distinctive voice?

Do you like characters who have done genuinely bad things, and now have to Work Through All That while consciously choosing to be better?

Do you like characters who have redemption arcs dangled in front of them, and instead choose to be worse?

Then jump aboard a flying whale and set sail into no man's sky with

Voxalion Ilsair: Grave of Gods!

Cursed by a relic of their long-dead gods, Vox and Mavrik are bound to each other, life to life. If one dies, so shall the other – which is a problem, as Vox wants to eradicate humanity, Mavrik included; and Mavrik wants nothing more than to kill Vox, the lightning elemental who slaughtered her family. Their only hope of breaking the curse lies in the gods' tomb, located on a legendary lost island that rises above the endless Eversea. Mavrik and Vox embark on an expedition, braving skywaymen and sapient storms, so they can be free of each other – and commence their overdue duel to the death. But Mavrik and Vox aren't the only ones seeking the grave of the gods. When they cross a cult intent on claiming the gods’ powers for themselves, Vox and Mavrik learn that they have far worse enemies than each other.

Genre: adult solarpunk fantasy Suitable age range: 15+ (no explicit content but some swearing, violence, and creepy monsters) Status: with my wonderful agent for edits!

Image Descriptions:

Powerpoint slide with a blue sky background. Text reads: “HUMANITY HAD FALLEN. Unfortunately, they got back up again.” The quote is attributed to: Voxalion Ilsair, being a prat, as per the uzshe

Dark blue sky background, title of Worldbuilding Be Upon Ye. Text reads: Okay so hear me out. What if the gods created an amazing utopia where technology and magic were intertwined and humans and zstragi (fey forces of nature) lived side by side But then something went wrong. Their world ripped itself apart and the mountains crumbled and the seas rose and some monstrous force came and wiped out all the gods?? What if an approximate ten thousand humans survived in nine flying cities, situated across the drowned globe? And what if they began rebuilding their civilization – clumsily, desperately, devastated by the loss of 99% of their population? What if they were living in hollowed-out solarpunk temples to the dead gods, surrounded bydangerous artifacts that they didn’t understand, desperately scrabbling for survival on a hostile planet? What if, gradually, the tales of their past became warped by myth and conflicted retelling? What if the humans and zstragi were at war? And had been for centuries? Because, in their relentless struggle of survival, they began to consume each other? What if there were whispers that a treasure trove of ancient knowledge had survived the Cataclysm, hidden deep in zstragi territory: the lawless, storm-ravaged chaos of No Man’s Sky? A meme-drawing of a stick figure holding their head and looking perturbed while covered in sweat, is tucked in one corner of the slide. The caption reads 'okay that's enough world building'

Turquoise sky background. Text reads: TL; DR: In a world where land is a long-lost legend… Where whale carcass blimps, fat with helium, swim through an endless lightning-lashed sky… Where flying cities are beset by sentient storms… …an unlikely group of heroes embarks on an epic journey…

Pale blue sky background with a flying whale. Text reading: That's right! It's Voxalion Ilsiar: Grave of Gods by B. L. Radley

Piccrew of Vox, a blue-green skinned hairless inhuman being with pointed ears, sharp teeth, three eyes, and facial tattoos. Introductory text reads: Voxalion Ilisair, they/them Your humble narrator, providing you with a 100% trustworthy recollection of events ❤️ zero bias here. none whatsoever❤️❤️ (okay so maybe they’re a zstragi terrorist who wants to annihilate humanity) (what a shame it would be if, over the course of the story, they begin to question everything they’ve been taught hahahaaha) Ridiculously OP lightning zstragi who was raised to be a mass-murder weapon. Then they got nerfed by a little girl Now that little girl is all grown up. The divine artifact that tore away Vox’s powers also bound them to her soul – meaning, if she dies, Vox dies. Dammit. Tinkerbell-sized, with attitude to match. N#1 fear: becoming human

Piccrew of Mavrik, a white tan-skinned woman with short fluffy pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and half her face torn off, with lightning scars radiating out from the hole in her cheek that shows off her molars. Text reads: Mavrik Skarr, she/her Vox’s worst enemy. Their foresworn foe. Their nefarious nemesis… Okay, so maybe Vox killed her family and tore her face and (quite literally) broke her heart, and Mavrik swore she would have revenge First though, she’s gotta undo this stupid curse As a stormhunter, Mav is employed to slay zstragi like Vox Grumpy and stoic, she struggles to emote. prefers grunting to talking, and fighting to grunting Has suffered from heart problems since The Curse. Uses Vox as a defibrillator/pacemaker. Basically an unsocialized feral kitten who has 0 clue how to interact with anyone she isn’t battling to the death Juggling her desire for friends against her natural awkwardness, her lack of experience with other humans, and that dark, ugly inclination towards violence that whispers away in the back of her mind… N#1 fear: becoming a monster

Secondary characters slide. First piccrew is of Oliaris, a Black man with a delicate, pretty face, wearing expensive jewellery. Text reads: Oliaris, he/him Nice friendly guy who never did anything wrong in his entire life (I lie. there are atrocities.) (he is coming to terms with the atrocities. But it’ll take a while… 😉) Delicate pretty city-boy who prefers the finer things in life, but is living the Chronic Pain LifeTM instead Super-smart ex-scientist. why ‘ex’? haha don’t worry about that Gets dragged into helping Vox and Mavrik break their curse – but has an agenda of his own… Second picture is of Atticus, a white man with red-brown hair and freckles, in a labcoat. Text reads: Atticus, he/him SPEAKING OF EXES AND ATROCITIES - Has a somewhat turbulent past with Oliaris (they fucked. they absolutely fucked. they 100%, totally fucked.) Now he’s Oliaris’ bitter rival, racing to beat him to the grave of the gods and the treasure trove of ancient knowledge stashed therein Shy, awkward people-pleaser who just wants everyone to like him 😔 Don’t ask about the bloodstains. just. don’t. 🙂

Tertiary characters. First piccrew is of Sylvestra, a Black woman with similiar features to Oliaris. Text reads: Sylvestra, she/her Oliaris’s sister: a professional storm-hunter employed by Atticus who detests her brother. For reasons. Tries to be cold-hearted and unfeeling. isn’t very good at it. Deep down, she just wants her family back :c Next piccrew shows an Asian individual with long black hair and a tattoo on their throat. Text reads: Jagura, they/them Captain of a skywayman ship that terrorizes the vessels of No Man’s Sky Impulsive and friendly, but ruthless. Will rob you while chatting like you’re besties Here for a good time, not a long time xoxo Piccrew 3: a bulky purple inhuman creature with long pointed ears and tattoos. Text reads: Renzou, he/him Jagura’s loyal first mate Will rob you while apologizing profusely Protective and kind Humans are friends, not food! Fourth piccrew: a white boy with pale hair and very blue eyes. Text reads: ??? [no name or pronouns] Once upon a time, a boy crawled into the mouth of a dead whale. What crawled out was changed forever…

stormy grey background to the slide. text reads: One shared goal: To pilot their whale blimp safely through no man’s sky and find the lost grave of gods Conflicting ambitions: To undo a curse. to regain lost power to kill an old enemy. to restore reputation. To seek priceless treasure. To save the world – wait, what?

Quotes page, set against a blue sky background. Quotes are: ‘Zstragi ate humans, sure. But humans devoured us with equal impunity: crushing our heart-stones, shredding our life-force to add power to their grid and keep their impossible cities aloft.’ ‘As occurred approximately two dozen times a day, Mav got that look on her face that meant she was contemplating tossing me into the oceans and letting fate run its course. As also occurred approximately two dozen times a day, she decided against it. Grudgingly.She and I were trapped together. For better or worse, in sickness or health, till death did we part…’ “I spy with my three glowing eyes…” “Shut up, Vox.” and ‘The distant slurry of Mavrik’s thoughts slid against my own, lumpy with old memories. Dead parents, dead families. Dead-dead-dead; burnt from the inside out, eyeballs popped like squashed flies and tongues crisped to charcoal— Time was said to heal all wounds, but it couldn’t erase their scar. I awkwardly cleared my throat.’

Themes page, with a picture of several angel statues. Text reads: The way ahead is fraught with danger. Secrets abound, old  grudges flare, and hungry storms gather on the horizon… Themes: Humanity. What does it mean, to be human? Are some cruelties so great that the offender should never be redeemed? Equality. At what point do we decide that one life is worth more than another? Why? Family. How do you know when a bond is broken beyond repair?

Dark blue sky background, with text reading: What else have we got? #macguffins #unreliable narrator #enemies to…? #lovers to rivals #copious footnotes #corruption arcs #redemption arcs #multiple queer and disabled characters! #body horror #unique cultures #flying whales #solarpunk aesthetic #in-depth, innovative world building. A stick-figure meme sits in one corner, showing a character grabbing another person's shoulders and digging their nails in to hit blood, their face a grimace of pain. The text beneath reads: 'so much more world building'

[grunkulous]

sketchy dump

[fandomtransmandom]

BILL HADER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!!!

BILL HADER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!!!

BILL HADER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!!!

[sharkenedfangs]

considering whitney’s mother is fucking dead, i do wonder how their father necessarily deals with the death and grievance that comes with being left with a single child only (possibly, if blondie is one) and whether they put the fault onto whitney. above all, if he’s ever absently muttered “you look so much like your mother” to them, if his calloused thumb ever dared to reach out for whitney’s youthful face and traced it delicately — too fucking delicately, actually, as they noticeably flinch back in a sliver of realization as to what their drunken father is implying before swiftly running out of their flat, seeking for a place to crash at, either their friend or uncle but not their dad. no.

not their fucking dad, and the self-deluded bullshit he’s falsely convinced his mind to think.

[chouxli]

mizuki 🎀