#small vices

[murdersinthemaking]

Wilford was starved of attention.

Despite getting it near constantly, he could never get enough of it. And when it came to Murdock, oh, he was like a plant finally seeing sun when it came to getting his attention. Though as of late... He felt as if they hadn't been around each other enough. Sure, they still spent time together, but he wished for more. Craved more. And what Wilford wanted, he would get.

And this method was sure to work. He knew it would. And if it didn't, then he was fucked.

Per his request, Murdock should be arriving to his filming studio at any moment. And when he arrives, Wilford has quite the sight ready for him: He's in his favorite lingerie. Interviewing a guest. With a full studio audience.

Let the show begin.

-@carnivalofchaos

It’d been ages since he had the chance to see Wilford, trying to find the time to see his lover through new show bookings and a string of new kills. One was in the works to dedicate to the show host, to leave a string of rival hosts in precarious positions. Murdock loves watching the show life, including the typically outrageously violent ending.

Ushered into the viewing room at first, he’s left with the live camera shots of Wilford. Oh. Now this was a show to watch. The staff have disappeared for now, leaving Murdock to watch him interview. In lingerie. Every eye on him…

[lazymcfail]

thinking about the time I was struggling to load my 12 packs of diet coke and dr pepper zero into my cart after checking out and the lady behind me was like "I'm so glad I don't drink pop!" as she finishes a drag of her vape

umm babes?? you are riding the vice train with me

[beautifulbookishdisaster]

... it's an exceptionally minor vice, and for whatever reason, I've always felt like I need a vice I don't know whether this feeling is universal, but I have some way-down vibrating part of my subconscious that needs to self-destruct, at least a little bit.

John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed (Diet Dr. Pepper)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Eldritch/not-entirely-human Grunkle Stan stories have been eating away at my brain, so I have a silly little concept of Mimic!Stan.

He and his Mystery Shack are both mimics that lure tourists in as a literal "tourist trap" to gather and devour them! Since the house is alive, it raises a few (read: several) child safety concerns that lead to a LOT of rules to be created for Dipper and Mabel to follow when they eventually arrive, such as:

Be careful not to get lost in the winding hallways! The Mystery Shack is bigger on the inside, and you don't want to end up in the wrong areas.

Don't go through randomly appearing doors, they may eat you.

If you think you feel the walls around you breathing and the floor beneath you shifting, no, you don't.

If you think the walls feel a bit damp, you're imagining it.

Watch your fingers around windowsills! You wouldn't want to lose any of them.

Don't linger too long under the doorframes; it may start feeling like they are slowly constricting around you.

[writerraines]

I was just telling my kid about a man I briefly dated many moons ago who ghosted me after asking me how much I made in a day. It was double what he usually made. And it was at a job he helped me get by getting me the contact info. But he got insecure about it. Had my last husband try to hold me back from career growth because he was nervous I’d out-earn him and leave him like his mother left his father. Even though his father was a war vet - and abusive. Allegedly. His story shifted up depending on which parent he was trying to please that day. I told him that sounded exhausting. “Why not just be real?” He told me nobody was ever real with each other, least of all family. I told him that was sad and had he ever considered ‘found family’? He didn’t know what that was, so I introduced him to mine. But he felt threatened by them too and attempted to isolate me from them. I got out. Just like he predicted I would, but not for the reasons he had feared. It wasn’t ever about money. But it was about effort. The effort it takes to pay attention to how your lover takes their coffee. “But I don’t drink coffee anymore,” one man from my past told me. “But I do - and it’s weird to me that you no longer care how I drink mine.” Then he became paranoid I was having coffee with another because I kept posting photos of lattes with nutmeg from balconies he didn’t recognize. Even though I had tried to share my favorite perches many times before but he had anxiety and didn’t feel like going anywhere anymore. And paying attention to the little things was a burden to him. So I paid attention to myself. Bought myself coffee and flowers and posted pictures from my writing nooks like a crow meandering across vast valleys we’d almost explored together. And I was happy. And happiness, I learned, was a threat. “Odd choice of words,” I told him. “But you left after-all.” I did. And I’d do it again. And again and again. I would always leave to choose my own bliss rather than stay tucked away by those who fear joy, truth, and genuine moments. And hope. Hope keeps us human. And memories keep us real. And I still take my coffee with nutmeg. Black or with cream. Just as before. Some things never do change. Only the view. And the vices. Freedom will always have a Vice-grip on my soul.

[murdersinthemaking]

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It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can!

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[crocsfroggo]

flirty doods

[murdersinthemaking]

It's been a rough week for Enzo.

He's barely had a chance to sit down, let alone relax, due to a rather difficult hands-on case with a deadline for the end of the week.

However, he'd managed to finish it early, with a distinct lack of sleep and a desperate need for at least a night without any thoughts.

Which is why he's invited Murdock over, answering the door in barely anything and dragging the taller man to his bedroom, where there are a few toys laid out.

Dropping to his knees in front of Murdock, Enzo stares up at him with hazy, pleading eyes and utters two simple words.

"Ruin me."

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

An invite to Enzo’s always meant something fun, either a cozy night in or a little bit of stress relief. They’d only spoken once this week, some long winded case that had captured his lovers attention. Murdock had two victims ready to make public, but he kept them on ice until Enzo had time off. There wasn’t a need for such a hassle.

Not a single hello is out of his mouth as he walks in, quickly following into the bedroom and watching the detective fall to his knees. How could he deny that? “Aww, poor little thing. Have you been waiting for me all week? Don’t worry your pretty little head anymore. Can you show me what toys you want me to use?”

[yourfavebooklrsfavebooklr]

Some books I’d recommend that feature disabled characters to read this July!

image IDs in alt text!

Note: I’m aware that not all everyone in every community represented on this list considers themself disabled. As an outsider, it’s not my place to say- they are included because some people in these communities do consider themselves disabled, especially with many being spectrums where different people will experience different severities.

Cosmoknights - Amputee side character (major character in book 2)

Nimona - Amputee main character

Before the Devil Knows You’re Here - Dyslexic love interest

The Spirit Bares its Teeth - Autistic main character, autistic side character

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Love interest with epilepsy, main character becomes deaf in one ear, MC with anxiety in the third book of the series

To Shape a Dragon’s Breath - Autistic major side character, wheelchair user minor side character

A Lady For a Duke - Love interest with PTSD

Cemetery Boys - Love interest with undiagnosed ADHD (confirmed by author)

Into the Drowning Deep - Autistic character, two Deaf characters

Don’t Be a Drag - MC with depression and anxiety

Iron Widow - Wheelchair user MC with chronic pain

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet - Little person character

[murdersinthemaking]

Life has slowly settled into a pattern. Murdocks murderous cycles line up with Wilfords comings and goings. When he leaves, he starts to plan his next kill. The week before he sees him again, the deed is done. And his partner is always proud of the display created with the mangled corpse.

And inbetween, he’s being normal. Murdock keeps painting, even as he hears the whooshing sound of the portal breaking through his house. “Hello darling, come on through. Just finishing up in here.” Wiping the paint from his chin, he looks over to where Wilford will be.

🍭 (:3)

@murdersinthemaking

Wilford was needy. Was that truly a surprise to anyone? He was especially needy around Murdock especially. Not a day went by where he ask him for affection. The fact he was able to make such a cold man into a softie, oh, he adored it.

But today was a different kind of needy. Today was an especially hard day at work. One that called for a lot of forgetting, and a lot of relief.

He portaled himself straight to Murdocks place, with his collar in hand. It jingled in his hand as he walked in. "My love... Where are you?"

[wistfulwatcher]

Criminal Minds | 7.01 It Takes a Village

[nightmarearian]

Done (heavy quotation marks) with monster Ody @evergreen292 ;)

tbh I couldn’t for the life of me pick a color palette I liked And Render it so I gave up on color. Enjoy the half assery.

Tbh I’ve just been call it Ithacan Naga, but it’s objectively it’s a mix of snake, owl/bird, and human. So 🤷.

Tbh the wings are supposed to be white/gray-brown, cause owls & Hermes, while his scales are supposed to be an oscillating scale from sea green-blue to purple-tinted gray. Uhm. Evidently that sorta didn’t happen but also did. So.

The purple/grayer scales are gonna be more around with the feathers and wings.

Those fin colors are. Too blue and too bright but I love the colors themselves so they’re staying for now.

Uhm. That’s it for now, ig. I’m sorta on a timer rn and I’m tired so <3

The writing bit with this is still in the works (😭)

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

I kind of find it funny that Movie! Goldenheart are visibly different heights and are less... For lack of a better term straightifiable (by which I mean, it's harder for like, fujoshis to project heterosexual gender norms onto them wherein shorter=feminine=bottom etc) while Comic! Goldenheart, which is VERY often straightified with Comic Ambrosius often being treated/written as if he was a woman, are shown on numerous occasions to be exactly the same height. Like go ahead and try to make him UwU petite, he's not any shorter than Blackheart. As for Boldheart who IS shorter than Ambrosius, he's an absolute brick shithouse so try to feminize him I dare you??

Idk I just think it's a fun slap in the face to people who reduce gay male characters to stereotypical heterosexual gender norms. N.D. Stevenson said no ladies here these bitches GAY gay with those character designs.

[murdersinthemaking]

Wiping his hand down on Aces thighs, he barely looks over at the face of the angels face. Not yet. That poor thing must’ve been in agony. For now. Murdock pulls the blankets back over him, patting his face and tucking him into the makeshift bed. “Shush..that’s it baby. Good job. Sleep tight angel, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Picking up the rest of the bottles, he just leaves him there. No more beating or hits before he leaves, just a smile and a blown kiss to his favourite prisoner.

Twisting his fingers into Aces mouth, pinching his nose closed with the other hand. “Clean it. Clean it or I start again.” Murdock forces both digits far back he can stuff them before his little angel starts to gag. That’ll be another thing to work on. Watching him take anything and everything soon enough, a little ruined angel. Finally pulling his hand away, he drags both fingers away.

Pushing Ace into the bed, he has one last look at his swollen cunt. And a beautiful thought fills his head. Bringing his hand back, he drives his palm against his overstimulated tdick. Pulling them away for one moment before he slaps his cunt.

[turbotasthick]

A stray cigarette lain on the ground…

A voice, stern yet comforting would have scolded the younger one for even looking at it. The voice would have pulled him away, attention elsewhere…

He picks it up.

Silence. . . .

He snapped his fingers, little sparks emit from the friction and the flames eventually lit up the cigarette.

Theres no point in caring anymore.

He inhaled.

[motherofplatypus]

Grimpulse headcanon: Impulse once thrown himself onto the bed with Grian on it and it launched the poor guy across the shopping district. Its been three weeks and he's still sleeping on the couch.