#savior of my heart

[deeva-arud]

So I found my watercolors

Kanaria's KING blasting in the background

[blueribbs]

ive wanted to make my own redesign for morrigan for the longest time so i finally did iiiiiittt. this is an idea that takes place a while after vsav's endings where lilith merges back with morrigan. made sure to give her the isis ring like she wears at the end of lilith's ending :3

[disco-asphodel]

i love you, i do. but you kill me.

[spacepatrolhana]

they say home is where the heart is, you're the reason mine is beating

[iguessitsjustme]

I'm just sayin. Rose knew exactly what the fuck she was doing when she guilted Jack into joining that dinner. She fucking knew what she was doing

[thee-horny-thicky]

Savior

So, a few weeks ago @polariae gave me a fantastic story idea! The whole thing can be found on my AO3, but here's a snippet from it, featuring Geto having some ✨alone time✨

Suguru didn’t believe in love at first sight. No matter how strong your feelings may seem, it was impossible to fall in love with a stranger. He did, however, believe that lust had no time frame. You could see a stranger walking down the street and feel lust toward them, without a word ever being spoken. Because, unlike love, lust was based purely on physical attraction. And he knew for a fact that he was lusting after you.

Hard.

After just 24 hours in your presence, he was undeniably intrigued by you. You were a strong, pretty little thing, that was simultaneously meek and assertive. And your body…

The feel of your soft skin hadn’t left his mind since he bathed you, nor had the glimpses of your nude figure. He’d made good on his promise not to peek, but the water could only conceal so much.

The sight of you in his T-shirt and shorts had driven Suguru wild and made the long walk to Nagoya tortuous. The city had millions of people, allowing you all to blend in with the crowd, and was far enough away from the Jujutsu strongholds of Kyoto and Tokyo. He’d kept a straight face, but knowing you were wearing his clothes, which still had his lingering scent made a sense of possessiveness invade him. He barely knew you, but that hadn’t stopped him from being satisfied, or admiring how well you wore his garments.

By the time you all stumbled upon a motel on the edge of Nagoya, he was painfully hard. If it wasn’t for his oversized shirt, the tent his dick had created in his sweatpants surely would’ve been visible.

Being the gentleman he was, he allowed you and the girls to freshen up first. But when you came out of the shower in nothing but a towel, he’d nearly come undone on the spot. At record speed, he hurried to the bathroom, barely remembering to grab himself a towel.

Freezing water cascaded from the showerhead and onto his body, but it did nothing to halt his arousal. Even as he began to shiver, his hard-on remained, giving him no choice but to take care of the problem.

Suguru bit his lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as he stroked his cock. One hand was resting against the tiled wall of the shower, while the other was tugging at himself. His hair was down and plastered to his skin, obscuring the edges of his vision.

His eyes were slammed shut, and his breathing grew hollow as he imagined your hands instead of his. It might’ve been the result of his recent dry spell, but he was already dreaming of all the positions he’d put you in. He was sure you were untouched, and the thought of teaching you – corrupting you – only made him harder.

His hand quickened as he pictured you laying beneath him, your hair sprawled onto the pillow, your knees touching your shoulders as he pounded into you. He knew that your fucked-out expression would be delectable, and the sounds you’d make would make his thrusts more frenzied.

A groan left him at the thought of filling you up and watching his cum drip out of you, marking you from the inside. You’d feel so good, he wagered, that pulling out would be an impossible task.

He began to jerk his cock faster, his other hand wandering to his heavy, cum-filled balls as his core began to tremble. His breath grew shakier, and soon, his hand and the shower wall were covered in his seed.

With a sigh, he removed the showerhead and let the water clean up the evidence of his carnal desire. Even when he began to scrub his body, the erotic image he’d conjured of you stuck in his head. He couldn’t wait to find out how accurate it was.

A/N: It was so hard to pick a color for this man, so I just chose the gold and yellow of his robe as the text colors 😭

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Y'all if it were one boy and one girl calling each other "my love" no one would call it platonic, but the moment it's three girls it's just "gal pals" and "very good friends" 😤

[synthwayve]

The grad students that destroyed the world \o/ I would punch them both

[martyrbat]

perpetual mourning – batman black and white (1996) #1

[ID: a black and white panel sequence of Bruce Wayne as Batman investigating a murder. He performed an examination of the victim's body and found DNA evidence to convict her killer and then performed an autopsy to examine her stomach contents — which led him to a little 24/7 diner. He walks in, disrupting the cozy scene with his presence.

Bruce internally reflects, ‘People think i'm a knight. A savior. But in truth, I'm only a vessel to hold the memories of those who've passed on. Those who've no shell left to store them. They must think I revel in my victories. It must seem like I never lose a fight. I lose plenty. The ones I couldn't get to. The ones I couldn't save in time. Those are the ones I carry around inside of me. Those are the ones I'll mourn forever.’

He shows the only waitress a photo of the victim's face and asks, “Excuse me. Do any of you know this woman?” The waitress gasps and holds her hand to her head in shocked distress. She stammers, “That's Chelsea, she comes in here all the time. Sits in the same booth, the same time, reads the same book... um, what was the title...? She, uh, left here only a couple of... Why do you... Oh, god. No. Dear girl...”

Back at the morgue, Bruce solemnly gazes down at the woman as she lays in an unzipped body bag. He thinks, ‘Luckily, you hadn't digested your last meal, Chelsea. There're only a few places in the neighborhood where you were found that serve blueberry pie at this hour of the morning.’ He carefully zips the body bag entirely. The identification label states she was a thirty year old caucasian female. The name ‘Jane Doe’ has been scribbled out to now be replaced with ‘Chelsea Rain’. Bruce continues to ruminate, ‘You only have your thoughts and dreams ahead of you. You're someone. You mean something. I'll remember. You're within me now. Forever.’ END ID]

[sollucets]

happy birthday, first 🧡🖤 9/3/1998

c / c / c / c / c / c / c / c

[sleepyblr-heart]

like creation like creator

[spaceyalienz]

This is def me projecting but Human Charlie Dompler you’re so Salvadoran to me

[jazzzzzzhands]

UWAAAAA!!! HERE HE IS!!!!

I've been working quietly on him for quite some time!!

A lil clay sweetheart!!

I have put in so much love and care!! HE"S TINY!!!

Painting his lil face with a NEEDLE QwQ

Please Please PLEASE appreciate how SMOL he is!!

MANIFESTING HIM IRL!!!

Ohhhhh please take some other angles!

I think I've been carefully working on him for about 2 weeks

He is made of Air-dry clay and LOVE!!

OHHHH I AM SO HAPPY TO BE HOLDING HIM!!!

I actually remembered to take progress pictures!

I will put them below a cut!

(But if you take a look, you may see a secret!!)

Ohhhh but I am THRILLED to have him done!!

I hope you love him as much as I do!

I worked very very carefully on him!!!

ok ok the promised little secret, it's a little messy cause hey his bottom isn't going to be seen much

But I painted a little apple on his tiny BOOTY

[msfcatlover]

Okay StP fandom. I am once again working on my “Slay the Monster” AU, and this one’s going to need some context because I’m giving a second choice when entering the cabin. The Long Quiet is Stillness/Silence/Darkness/Absence, and I want to reflect that by having the basement be pitch black and putting a cabin-appropriate light source on the table, forcing you to make the active choice to bring light into the basement with you. So with that in mind…

(I don’t personally think the order you take the blade & light in should matter, nor do I think it should matter if you decide to go back for one before meeting the Monster, but they are theoretically options so…)

Note that I’m not saying I’ll adhere to this poll, I’m just trying to figure out the exact choices needed for a Voice who treat/views the Monster as more of a pet than anything else.

[honestlyitsjustsam]

*opens bg3*

*loads up a random save file with relatively good lighting*

*clicks on the kiss mod until finds the slightly aggro Gale kiss scene*

*enjoys the view*

*shuts off game*

[xojanessalynn]

She wandered around aimlessly in the dark bringing light to those all around her. A child of the moon who saved others because she did not know how to save herself. She wanted to be loved the way she loved so she tried to earn it.

That is, until she learned to love herself.

xo.j