#someone spread this agenda with me

[daiziesssart]

just in case you’re curious what has suddenly taken over my entire brain

[avephelis]

GAY PEOPLE. mainly jayjay

[hazel-callahan]

i love you, kit tanthalos ∞

[ohitslen]

✨☀️VAAAAASSSHHHUUUU☀️✨

Gosh I love him, but who doesn’t? Like really, who doesn’t 🔫🤠 he’s so beautiful iwonthim

Extra with no glasses ver. because I adore his eyes

[moonlightflower-queen]

Listener bf with his info dumping gf and info dumping bf

[bklily]

The Wish Upon a Star event ends in such a jumpscare I'm still feeling the whiplash to this day.

Bonus:

[emeraldxsplash]

Is there a part 6 market? I wanna write women.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

guys I have the opportunity to make an unserious powerpoint presentation on hannibal do you think I can convince my lecturer to watch it

[midnightanxietytm]

Cover old scars (NSFW)

a/n: There we go! More lambteeth to feed the soul. Also, this one is part of Lameniel lore. Didn't review this in the slightest, sorry for any mistakes in advance

Summary: A late-night date ;)

Warning: Smut, biting and scratching, mentions of cannibalism, gets a little angsty in the end.

Cover old scars

Give me new ones to match 

It's not often that they can have such private moments.

The fox often sees the Lamb running around, always working for their flock, and they have very little time to indulge him. It doesn’t really bother him, he’s patient, used to the shadows, but he still relishes having the little lamb in his arms on nights like this one.

Laying in the grass of a clearing, the bodies of heretics around them and dried blood on both their lips made for a perfect date night for them. The Fox listens as the Lamb recounts their day, scraping his claws against their freshly-sheared hips.

“...And they said the base was an eyesore! So rude!” They exclaim in exasperation, making the fox chuckle.

“From what I’ve seen, your lands are quite nice… You should eat them as punishment.” He says playfully.

“That’s your solution for everything!” Says the Lamb with a giggle and a playful eye roll, as they turn on his lap to face him.

“Like you don’t want to.” He retorts, nuzzling the side of their neck, above the jingling bell around it. “Devotion makes them so tasty…” He mutters.

The lamb hums softly. “True, but for me it’s an indulgence, not sustenance. I don’t even need to eat anymore!”

“Ah yes, the parells of a godly vessel…” He scoffs, thuggin at the collar on his lover’s neck. “To be rid of mortal needs, at the expense of your joy for having them fulfilled.” He stares at the neckpiece as if it has personally offended him, if only the lamb didn’t cherish it, he would have thorn the dreadful thing with his own teeth, like he had their flesh. 

The vessel allows the silence to last a minute, then says; “It’s not so bad…” They slide their hands over the fox’s shoulders slowly. “I don’t need to sleep, so as long as my flock is resting, I can stay with you…” They press their bodies closer, lips almost touching. “We can indulge now, can’t we? In gluttony, lust, both?”

The Fox smiles and kisses his lamb as he undoes the clasp that holds the dreadful bell, then moves to clamp his teeth around their neck, the scarred skin gives in under his fangs, and he’s determined to bite there until the marks stay and cover the past one, until he can pretend he’s the one who owns the little lamb in his arms.

He deserves them doesn’t he? He’s the one who fed them in their times of need, the one who pleasured them, the one who eased their worries. The one below might be the one who receives the sacrifices in the temples, but he was the one Lamb looked for when they peered into the darkness, the one whose merciless teeth the lamb threw their devoted followers, only to watch him indulge in their flesh.

And now he’s the one pushing the Lamb to admit their most carnal desires, as he pushes them back onto the grass and pushes their legs open and presses their bodies together. He’s the one who hears the little bleat they let out at the contact. “Bite me again…” They ask, and he obliges, sweet ichor spilling between his fangs; he's covering scars of pain with pleasure, daring to cover the claim of a god with his own.

He pushes himself inside the lamb, sinking slowly, inebriated by their taste, by their tight body around him, by their bleats and moans.

The One Who Waits might have the Lamb’s soul, soon even their body, but the Fox was the first to have their flesh, the first to have their pleasure. That he was sure.

He gets violent in his thrusts, but everything between him and the lamb is a little violent; he bites and tears, they do it back, and demand more, insatiable in love as they were in vengeance.

And the Fox gives more, takes more, pauses to put them on all fours, like the beasts they both are, and he takes again. The Lamb’s arms shake beneath them, and they relish in each thrust, not bothering to hold back their desperate moans.

The Fox is merciless in his thrusts and the Lamb moves their trembling hips to meet them halfway, he sinks his claws on their thighs and scratches, his teeth on the back of their neck, right on top of their decapitation scar, and licks their blood like is the sweetest of liquors. “Sweet little lamb…” He rasps near their ear, sounding breathless. “So sweet for me, so greedy, taking all I can give.” The Lamb bleats, their arms give out from under them and the Fox claws at their chest, holding them up against his own, thrusting up into them. Their orgasm rips through them, head falling back against the Fox’s shoulder as they gasp and shake.

The fox doesn’t still, however, and it nearly drives the Lamb mad as they whimper from the overstimulation, but they still take it, as they had taken each of the Fox's bargains before, until he reaches his own orgasm and finally stills himself, breathing heavily.

Both sit still for a long moment, The Fox retracts his claws and tenderly wipes the Lamb’s blood off their chest, licking it off his hand. Their wounds as scratches are already fading when he lays their limp body back on the soft grass, and he watches in dread as his claim disappears from their skin, leaving only the claim of The one Who Waits. “Little lamb.” he whispers with a grin; “Only mine in lust, never in soul.” He takes the discarded neckpiece from the ground, and clasps it back around their neck.

“The fates have spoken, and it was against us…” Answers the vessel. “But we still meet in gluttony and in lust, it shall be enough for now.” They raise a hand to caress his maw tenderly. “Our time ends when the sun comes, but the moon alway rises again.”

“So it does…” He takes their hand and leaves a parting bite on their wrist. “And when you seek the darkness, I’ll be there…” He whispers and disappears into the shadows.

The Lamb sits up when their lover leaves, their body no longer tired, and they place the crown back on their head, their fleece on their back and their deity on their mind, before leaving the clearing behind.

a/n: Normal people: In sickness and in health

Lambteeth: in cannibalism and in fucks :)

maybe that's why Lammy breaks up with him... or not

[tetsuskei]

might have to draw ace as boothill or ace with boothill

[dykesbat]

WAS TAGGED BY @ekleiipsis <33333 TYYYYYY <3333333333333333333333333333333333 THIS WAS A LOT OF FUN EVEN THOUGH IM LIKE. A WEEK LATE.

i was tagged once here and once on my sideblog so i decided to put bruce over on that poll to even it out :)

no pressure tags: @lafigliadirappaccini @batmanstwelfthkid @malice-maids @everiistence @spiiderpunk

[timesskip]

hes like a sopping wet cat to me

[itspneu]

i want to draw urehimi but i havent draw in a while now i keep giving up

[goth-automaton]

There's now a massive shitstorm on Twitter with some f/f fans loudly complaining, how unfair it is they have much less "content", than m/m fans and ngl, as an Org13 mpreg fan, who basically has to do all the cooking themself, it's pretty funny to watch.

Anyway. Khajiit has wares.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

you have OPENED my EYES with no-op trans peppino the stars have alligned and the skies have cleared my third eye has opened i absolutely LOVE no-op trans headcanons he just like me fr.

Spreading the big naturals agenda

[lyss-butterscotch]

Yall i woke up to SO MANY human iterators in my feed what the hell happened??? Did i miss a revolution????