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[winterxisxcomingx]

The last ask about how would Sera react to Emily, Charlie and Vaggie almost made me cry. But I can see it so much 😭

How would Lucifer react to that?

Yeah, I was in an angsty mood and when I think about Sera literally threatening Emily (stop asking questions or you'll end up like Lucifer)... Uh yeah. It's only my interpretation but yeah...

If Lucifer did find out about Sera's reaction... Well, to put it simply he wouldn't be happy. Especially since it was probably after he already accepted Emily as one of his daughters. Just imagine him visiting Hotel in a good mood, and first things he sees is total chaos, Vaggie and Charlie all mad and panicked with Emily being still unconscious on the sofa. Oh lord, he would get angry so quickly.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to do any real harm to Sera nor Heaven because... Yeah. Unfortunately. But he would for sure have a talk with Sera. This time he would say very simply and very dryly that Sera should not interact with Emily nor Charlie nor Vaggie anymore. As long as she can't behave like a pure angel she swears she is. And then he would just walk out because he wouldn't be able to trust himself at this moment.

After that, he would become really protective of his girls for a... some time. Just a worried protective dad, really.

[angel-cryptid]

mable pines gf 💥💥💥💥💥

I LOVE HERR WHAT A CUTIEE ask game

[daughterofhecata]

2 or 5 of the one liner prompts, perhaps with Skinny/(young) Goodween if you feel like it? Sending you strength and love and hugs 🐻🐻

[smutty one-liners]

Irgendwie ist das... nicht nur schon wieder kein smut geworden, sondern zu allem Überfluss auch noch emotionally complicated und irgendwie bitter 🙈 Sorry bout that!

[read on ao3]

2. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” + Skinny/Goodween

Seufzend sah Goodween sich in dem kleinen Motelzimmer nach seinen Klamotten um. Stand etwas widerwillig auf, während Skinny weiterhin nackt auf dem breiten Bett lungerte.

„Ich muss los, meinem Vorgesetzten Bericht erstatten“, erklärte Goodween, in vollem Wissen der Tatsache, dass es Skinny wahrscheinlich eh nicht interessierte, und schl��pfte in seine Boxershorts.

„Über alles?“, wollte Skinny wissen, das dreckige Grinsen unüberhörbar in seiner Stimme.

Goodween war dankbar dafür, dass er Skinny den Rücken zudrehte, sich sowieso gerade nach seiner Hose bückte, sodass Skinny sein Gesicht nicht sehen konnte. Es fiel ihm schon schwer, sich selbst zu erklären und vor sich selbst zu rechtfertigen, warum er immer wieder mit Skinny ins Bett ging, der zwar nur ein paar Jahre jünger war als er, aber eben auch ein stadtbekannter Kleinkrimineller. Aber Cotta ausführlich berichten zu müssen, was genau sie… nun ja, getrieben hatten, Cotta, der in so mancher von Goodweens heimlichen Fantasien auftauchte, würde ihn vermutlich im Boden versinken lassen.

„Über meine Unterhaltung mit einem Informanten, der mir zwar bestätigt hat, dass Wagner wieder in der Stadt ist, aber ansonsten keine weiteren Details nennen konnte“, widersprach er so ruhig wie möglich.

Von Skinny kam ein genervtes Geräusch. „Jetzt tu nicht so unschuldig, wir wissen beide, wo dein Mund vor zwei Minuten gewesen ist.“

Goodween schoss das Blut ins Gesicht und er war wieder einmal sehr froh darüber, dass das bei ihm nicht so stark auffiel. In der Tat wusste er sehr genau, wo sein Mund vor zwei Minuten noch gewesen war, schließlich konnte er Skinny immer noch auf der Zunge schmecken, hatte ihn so tief geschluckt, wie er konnte, Skinny seinen Mund ficken lassen.

Er streifte sein T-Shirt über. „Ich gehe davon aus, dass du genauso wenig willst, dass Cotta erfährt, dass du für einen Cop auf die Knie gehst, wie ich will, dass er weiß, dass ich es mit einem Kleinkriminellen treibe“, gab er kühl zurück. Ersteres war zwar an diesem Tag nicht vorgekommen, in der Vergangenheit jedoch durchaus. Und sie wussten beide, was Skinny blühte, wenn diese Information auf dem Revier die Runde machen sollte.

„Leck mich“, knurrte Skinny hinter ihm.

Sorgfältig überprüfte Goodween noch einmal, ob er alles hatte, vor allem Handy, Geldbörse, Schlüssel. Dann ging er zur Tür.

Wandte sich noch einmal um, der Anblick von Skinny auf dem Bett ausgebreitet, die langen, schlanken Glieder, die Tattoos aus der blassen Haut, die Zigarette zwischen den geschickten Fingern und giftiges Feuer in den Augen, erinnerte ihn daran, warum er sich auf diese Dummheit jedes Mal erneut einließ.

„Nächstes Mal wieder“, erwiderte er, bevor er endgültig das Zimmer verließ.

Kaugummis und Deo hatte er im Auto, wenn er zusätzlich bis zum Revier mit offenem Fenster fuhr, würden hoffentlich alle verräterischen Gerüche verfliegen, bevor er Cotta gegenüber treten musste.

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

🌍 and 🖍? (and ❤️ of course)

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

ohhhh for the whumptober thing it would go something like this:

angst, radiation poisoning, hurt & comfort, body horror, violence, sickness/illness, existential dread, suicide ideation, (there's a happy ending in here somewhere) plus more i'm sure.

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

The man awakes with a start when she presses the muzzle of Cassian’s Bryar to his temple.

-- from aforementioned whumptober fic (tentatively titled "When the Time Comes")

WIP ask game

[antitheticallyargumentative]

fave lyrics right now? go

oooh okay ummm. this is. hard. i'm gonna go with...

Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge A minute from home but I feel so far from it The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again The things that I lost here, the people I knew They got me surrounded for a mile or two

-The View Between Villages, Noah Kahan

this is. very relatable to me. as someone who's spent her whole life in a small town until leaving for university and coming home again just feels so... so.

(it also is on my writing playlist. so. that's all the info i'm gonna give there.)

AMA

[quarantineddreamer]

rc vignettes! rc vignettes! PLS

Ahhh this is where I keep all my various scribbles -starting with the below which I started inspired by this beautiful poem and ending with some random prompt work I've done here and there.

You love her, you do

He realized it sometime after the heat of their argument on Eadu had faded.

Since when had he ever cared what someone thought of his decisions? He had always done what he had to –what the rebellion demanded of him- and if he looked back in question it had been his own doing, not because of what anyone else said.

He’d never felt a need to justify his actions before.

Not to anyone.

But to her face, etched with hard lines of resentment, and to her eyes, burning with grief… To her voice, like an open wound, raw and hurt and bleeding from the cut of his betrayal…

To her, he could not stay silent. 

Any calm words of logic he may have offered were forgotten, laid to waste by a strange and desperate feeling that clawed its way through his stomach and out his throat to form words like weapons used in defense against an enemy he had not known was there. 

It was only once the fight was done –when she had looked away and he had suddenly remembered to breathe again- that he began to recognize all that he had said.

And why he had said it. 

He had never cared what someone thought.

Until he met Jyn Erso. 

Then it was everything.

[hopedefined]

@cinemachaos said: examine! mystique | Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

Party -> Mystique They light a candle, and hope that it glows.

Raven Darkholme. Everyone calls her Mystique. You used to call her Mama. She brought you in out of the cold as a kid. Gave you a purpose. A family. Maybe you could forgive her all the ways she's hurt you since then. But what she's done to others in your name? To those you love? Even if you could, it's not yours to offer.

You tell her she's only allowed to fight at your side so you can keep an eye on her. Does she see the way you mean it?

(-15% resistance to mood effects, +10 increase to max damage)

[cat-dragron]

Ask gaem

8 22 24 33

8. any reacquiring dreams? Already answered this one but I can add that my dreams can get really weird, like having monsters made of gore that just... exist in the world but it's not like a nightmare or anything. I'm a real tough nut to crack.

22. say 3 things about someone you love You asked for this Izzy!! I love your hair and how curly it is, I love all of your little mannerisms that you do when you're tying to figure something out and I love listening to you talk about all of your favorite things!!!

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for? Hmmmm I guess I'm proud of how far I've come so far. Like I've certainly done a lot even if I feel like it'll never be enough haha. But hey! I got a bachelors degree so there's something!!

33. any hobbies? Drawing, writing, painting minis, embroidery, petting my cat, playing video games, dnd, uh I think that's it??

[orangechickenpillow]

I saw you like complicated sapphic stories and Hozier and I've just gotta ask you: have you heard of Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins? It's an alternate history novel abt the 1st woman president and her secret sapphic relationship/bearded marriage with her mlm best friend and has massive Hozier vibes (especially Francesca, Nina Cried Power, Take Me To Church, Arsonist's Lullaby, The Wages, Better Love, and Nobody). It also has a subplot about arson at the White House, a pro-choice subplot with strong Swan Upon Leda energy, and ft. an entirely queer main cast and really fleshed out characters!

I have not omg I'm looking that up right now, thank you so much for the suggestion!

[buttonheart]

Fashionistas

[jagalart]

Hue 16

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[smthaboutuss]

Some V doodls, they make me feel fuzzy like an electrically charged balloon..

First pic was for u anon, I imagine Vel is kinda protective of him lol!

[httyd-art-requests]

Ohhh could i ask a hybrid dragon?

(Night fury x DeathSong)

srry for bothering and...

I LOVE YOUR ART AND DRAGON DESIGNSSSS <3♡♡

Extremely cool dragon combination, thank you for requesting it!

Dragon #113 - Night Fury × Death Song Hybrid

I'm thinkiiing... Nightsong. Or Night Song, whichever spelling looks nicer

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[uhohdad]

Just a little idea, loser Konig at the beach with reader who is torturing him in the best way (sun screen/ice cream), your work is so so good! Take all the rest/time you need, art/smut this good takes time!

(18+) Beach Day with Loser!König

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Loser!König purposely misses when he swipes for the glob of sunscreen you pointed out on his cheek. He’ll play dumb until you take matters into your own hands, leaning forward to smear it in for him while he peers down your swimsuit. His eyes flutter shut as you touch him so intimately, touch him the way a lover would touch him, cupping his stubbled jaw with your thumb massaging circles into his cheek. When you pull away, he’s more than disappointed, having used this moment to play out a fantasy where you held his jaw steady to plant a kiss on his lips.

Loser!Konig is bright red, and while you assume he’s getting sunburnt, it’s actually because he is more than flustered by your swimsuit. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering on all of the new skin covered only by dainty straps. The perfect, plush thighs he wants to rest his head on. Soft shoulders and pretty collarbones and cleavage on display for anyone to ogle. He’s memorizing your body to take home with him.

Loser!Konig who can’t keep his eyes off you as you work an ice cream cone, scarfing it down with a greedy tongue before the searing sun turns it to a puddle. He won’t so much as blink, imaging you’re using your flat tongue to lick stripes up his cock instead, sand sticking to your shins and knees as you pleasure him in front of the entire beach right here right now.

Loser!Konig who has to set a folded towel over his lap even though it’s an ungodly hot day, because he’s been straining against the net in his swimtrunks since you stripped down to your bathing suit.

Loser!König who has to bite back a needy whine when you grab a handful of ice from the cooler and rub it on your skin to cool off. His half-lidded, ravenous eyes glued to the melted droplets tracing your curves as they glide down your body. When you let out a breathy, relieved sigh, he swears you’re doing this to him on purpose.

Loser!Konig who chokes on his own spit when you ask him to lather sunscreen on your back after you gave up awkwardly contorting your arms to reach. His breaths are shallow and hands trembling as he watches you pull your hair out of the way. When you slip the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, his mouth goes dry. From where he’s standing, you might as well be naked from the middle up.

Loser!König who’s pleading with his fingers to steady as he pops the cap to the sunscreen. He doesn’t even bother warming the lotion between his fingers because he’s too eager to get his hands on your glowing, sun-kissed skin. He sucks in a sharp breath as you shudder under his touch. He’s painfully hard and praying you won’t notice as he smooths the sunscreen over you. He goes slow, hoping to stretch a task that should only take a few seconds for as long as he could. Your shoulders are so smooth and soft under his coarse, hardened hands. When he slides down your sides, he pretends that he’s filling you up from behind, gripping on to your core to keep you steady as he pounds into your pretty cunt. He’s breathing so heavily, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he smooths circles over your skin. His cock is throbbing in his shorts, a shiny glint of arousal already forming at the tip.

Loser!Konig who has to sneak off to the filthy boardwalk bathrooms to relieve his aching cock, rutting into his hand and stifling his breathy moans and grunts by biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. The show you gave him had him practically on edge, and it takes less than a minute before he’s choking on your name as he coats his hands in his generous, pent-up finish.

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loser!könig