#the answer might be both

[saetiate]

when reo sends you so many flowers that it fills your entire place to the brim you have to wonder is he lovebombing you or is he just rich

[sammansonn]

is everyone annoying or am I about to start my period

[unsanctitude]

fursona for grym... nothin but a got damn Glub glub🐟

[rawme-price]

[Cw gore. Im serious. Explicit Gore, woundfucking, cnc <background, not the focus]

Ghost x immortal!reader who has insane regeneration abilities and totally uses that to play out every kinky fantasy you share.

Like right now, ghost has you chained up in the basement. Its a good basement too, one of the reasons you two bought this house. Has a drain in the center and a faucet in the corner for easy clean up. Anyways, you've got your hands chained above ur head, a broken wrist from when he forced you into them.

Ghost has his favourite knife in hand, though you can see he also brought the bone saw and pliers. So, hes got some big stuff planned. He leans down, straddles ur thighs in his own with a grin "you gonna be good for me today, love?"

You growl at him and he laughs, hands sliding over your bare chest and abdomen, an appraising look on his face. Without much care, he digs the knife an inch below your sternum and drags downwards.

You belly blooms open; skin, fat and muscle bulging out slightly as your organs try to burst through. You twitch and writh, brows pinched and panting just from that. Ghost digs two fingers into the wound, hooks them under ur skin and pulls up. With the layers slightly separated from ur organs, he carefully draws two perpendicular lines all the way to ur sides. Repeats the process on the other side of the cut to create two fleshy doors that open up to welcome ghost. He cuts open your greater omentum with a hum, tossing the piece to the side.

Ur organs are exposed to the cool air, writhing and twisting as you spasm involuntarily. Usually hed just jerk off over them and close you back up, but today be has better plans. He bears down on your liver, presses the organs away even as your legs kick out to shove him off.

With access to ur diaphragm, he carefully severs just enough to get to ur chest cavity. Suddenly you can hardly breath, mind going floaty from lack of oxygen. Ghost stuffs his hand into the space between ur lungs and rubs, runs his fingertips over the back of the bones reverently.

"Hm. Gonna fuck your lungs, honey." He grunts, reaching down with bloody palms to give his cock a few pumps. Even as black dances over the corner of ur eyes, u smile in anticipation. Its always fun when ghost tries new things. He shuffles a bit so his thighs bracket ur open abdomen, leans over you and presses a hand into the concrete by ur head.

You cant help it, you indulge and give his wrist a kiss right as he shoves his cock into that tight wet space between ur lungs. He literally fucks the breath out of you, trying to steal air somehow between his steadily quickening thrusts. Every cant has the head of his cock pushing against ur heart. He groans with appreciation, head dropping and hips stilling to just appreciate it.

U still cant breath, and in a few seconds ur vision totally blacks. Ghost knows you've died from the way your heart stops stroking his cock. A few seconds later, it starts back up and ur right back to suffocating, lungs unable to heal properly as he fucks you.

The cycle continues like that, dying only to revive and instantly begin suffocating. Each burst of awareness rewards you with ghosts blissed out face as he pants over you, moaning desperately. You lose track of time between one death and the next, but eventually you wake up and feel a warm sensation in ur chest.

Ghost stuffed his cum into ur chest cavity, the white substance mixing with ur blood and seeping into each crevice or ur lungs and heart. He pulls out with a groan and goes through the process of putting ur organs back in relative place. Trial and error has taught you that you heal faster with severed body parts than with growing them from scratch.

He leans down and kisses ur cheek, a tender look in his eyes. "Ready for the next part, sweetie?"

[rooniearts]

Sooo besides espilver (and I'm assuming sonucks), what sonic ships do you like?

I'm not that big of a shipper, tbh! But you're right, I find sonknux very fun in a "theyre both so stupid" kinda way. I have some doodles about them loaded up in my drafts, so you'll be seein' that sometime soon!

Other than that, I've been REALLY loving sonighty lately. Something about the childhood friends that reconnect years later trope ruins be every time i see it. They have such an underrated dynamic imo :')

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[zeroducks-2]

Fandom nowadays be like. You can't ship these two male characters because one of them is married. It's misogynistic to ship married male characters. It's anti-friendship. It's anti-family. What about their real family and their real wife and their real children? You're against male/male friendship if you ship these characters. Have you considered that friendship is more important than romantic love? That friendship is sacred? That marriage is sacred? That these characters are married? Why do you hate women?

[jessmalia]

“Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes’.”  The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see. ‘Cause it’s tragedy and it'll only bring you down.

[chaotic-carnifex]

No hold on I'm gonna make an extra post about this:

I wouldn't choose to be alloromantic

If I were given the choice to either remain aro or become alloro again, I would choose aromanticism.

And I think a lot of people need to hear that.

[kabukeo]

colored this thing for fun

[canisalbus]

You should plan on doing a meet and greet one day!

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[yuwuta]

MORE KNIGHT YUTA PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!!

yes ofc. he’s obedient, but still sly...... to me, knight yuuta will do as you say, but he will also act before you speak if he thinks that’s what’s right to protect you...... it’s like..... he thinks he’s the only person who can protect you, and you’re the only person who can protect him from himself........ anyway, enjoy this teehee cw mentions of murder (what else is new)

Yuuta sighs when he sees your silhouette in the moonlight, peering over the grand balcony. The heavy fabric of your dress resists rustles in the shallow winds of the evening; it tells Yuuta that you have not gone to bed, that he did not wake you, that you waited for him, that you anticipated him. 

From his position below, standing center in the courtyard, you appear something like a goddess, but he knows better than to compare to something so fickle. Gods are fable and you are truth, you are real. 

“Princess, you should be asleep. Might I help you to bed?” Yuuta offers, voice loud enough for you hear him one story higher, but quiet enough not to rouse the other knights on watch for the night. 

Yuuta watches intently as you shake you head, trails the smooth movement of your fingers grazing across the stone ribboning of the railing. You stop at the center, resting your clothed forearms against cold stone, wrists and hands hanging over the edge, and the lightest hum escaping from your lips, “If I were to fall, would you catch me, Yuuta?” 

Yuuta nods, without hesitation, “Yes, princess.” 

His eyes remained glued to you, carefully tracking your movements as you slowly sway to your left, delicate footsteps carrying you to the top of the stairway. Yuuta’s body turns with yours, standing at the base of the stairs, awaiting your arrival. 

Your careful to lift up the skirt of your dress with one hand, press your palm to the railing for support with the other, tilt your head down enough so that Yuuta can see your face in the moonlight, “And if I were to ask you to escort me to the kitchen, would you?” 

One, two, three steps, and you pause. Yuuta answers, “Yes, princess.” 

A hum, another step, then three, then four, then another question, “And if I said I craved fresh berries, and asked you to gather and wash and prepare them for me, would you?” 

“Yes, princess.” 

You continue at a slow pace, three steps, another question, three more, and Yuuta answers; always yes, always willing. You stop, three steps before the end of the stairs, and yet it only makes you a head taller than your knight. You drop your dress, take the smallest step forward, but not down, before you pose your next question. 

“And if I asked you to return to your quarters and not kill Lord Hajime tonight, would you?” 

This time, Yuuta cannot meet your eyes, head turning down, gaze set on the cold floor of the courtyard.

“Would you not do what is asked of you, Yuuta?”

He hears your voice first, then feels the warm touch of your fingers when you reach out to comb through his hair. Your fingernails scratch against his scalp, tugging with gentle vigor until you’ve forced his head up, until you’ve forced his gaze; and then, slowly, you bring your other hand to join its companion, and you have him between the palm of your hands. You always do. 

He holds his tongue, still; he wouldn’t dare say no to you, even if he thinks it. 

“Or do you only do as you please?” you tilt his head between your hands, “You would lie to me, wouldn’t you? You’ve done it before.” 

“Only for your protection,” Yuuta says, pleading, “I promise.” 

You hum, warm fingers brushing against his cold skin in the night. You look daunting, beautiful. 

“I might not be as conniving as my guards, nor as divisive as my cabinet, but I am still the princess, and you still serve me,” your words are calm, steady, eerie; Yuuta shudders into your touch when you trail you left hand down, pointer finger tracing along the frame of his face before hooking under his chin, forcing further accession between you and him, “Do you no longer wish to please me, Yuuta?” 

Yuuta sighs, raising his hand to wrap around your wrist, the cold metal of his armor whistling with his movement. With worried words and weary expression he asks: “Would Lord Hajime please you, princess?” 

He watches as your face falls, eyes sad and lips solemn, moving your hands down his face to swipe your thumbs against his temples. Yuuta lets go of your wrist, but he remains pliant in your hold, obedient under your touch, grateful when you shake your head.  

“Then why can’t I kill him?” Yuuta questions, earnest and upset. 

“Oh, Yuuta,” you muse, brushing away a fallen eyelash before bringing his head to your chest and cradling it between soft palms and soft cloth, “My Yuuta,” your words are spoken against the top of his head and the warmth radiates down the rest of his body.

“Lord Hajime will be dealt with accordingly. This is not how I wish to resolve things,” you assure him; Yuuta doesn’t like your solution, but you are his princess, so he will listen, he will stand and be warm against you, “And you are obvious. Another murder would only raise suspicion.” 

“They do not know it was me.” 

You chuckle, only lightly, and Yuuta can feel it against your chest, “But now I know.” 

Yuuta looks up, chin resting against your chest, his hands reaching up, resting greedily against your waist. Your palms find purchase against his cheeks again, and his eyes flutter closed for a moment, sinking into his dream. 

Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinks up at you. “I will accept whatever punishment you see fit.” 

This time, you tilt your head, allowing the moonlight to strike his face. Yuuta glows in anticipation, awaits your word. A moment, and then a hum. 

“I’m sure you will,” you tell him, before removing your hands from his face. Yuuta whimpers, pout growing deeper when you turn around in his hold, your back to him as you begin to ascend the stairs. 

Again, he waits, hands falling to your side as he eyes your silhouette. He counts ten steps before you turn your head over your shoulder, “Come. That’s an order.” 

Yuuta dips his head down, clasps his hand behind his back before he begins to follow you up the stairs, “Yes, of course, princess.” 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 262

Pondering Ghosts are Dragons, and just rotating each design in my head I have for them. That is the ghosts we see in the show more than just once or twice lol. Just pondering each of them and potential types and descriptions and how the people of Amity see them, as they’re used to the dragons around, vs say someone from Outside, crossover or no, who are Not used to the maybe slightly eldritch undeath interdimensional dragons around everywhere. 

That is not normal for other people. 

To the Amity Parkers? Boxy is simply a chonky dragon with small boxy wings and covered in blue scales. To people just coming into the city, it’s like seeing a giant komodo dragon when you’re just walking home- not something you exactly want to see and something that is dangerous. 

Kitty’s and Johnny’s weekly relationship tussle? Par for the course really. But to visitors? Two giant wyverns tearing into each other, shimmering greens that could be scales, could be tendrils, and shadows lengthening and thrashing like a living beast all its own. 

And this is just the small dragonlings, not even beginning with larger ones like Pandora and Fright Knight, chill as they may be. 

Outsiders don’t understand that they’re more than just animals. Amity is used to this, but people who have no clue what’s going on? They don’t.

They call the police, the heroes, the government, for help, for answers. And that? That the GIW can use. 

[rooniearts]

uhmmmhuh espilver high school au??

or k&p clotheswap

have a cool and epictastic dayy

Outfit swap it is!!!

[dragon-ascent]

I love how you characterise Zhongli! I didn't realise earlier that ppl treat him to be like a western dragon when hes more of an eastern one. When you explained the differences in one post, it clicked for me on how Zhongli acts, which is fantastic cus Ive always been meh abt his character for quite some time.

Though a question: the game has depicted zhongli to be somewhat broke? I mean, cus he generously spends mora but its usually other ppls since he forgets he is no longer an archon. Heck i cant rmb which event but at one point when Zhongli actually treats the traveller and Paimon, Paimon comments abt "wow Zhongli is the one paying for once?". Im wondering abt your opinion on this.

Aaaaa I'm so glad my little essay on that matter got you to understand his character better! <3333 I hope you appreciate him even more now~

Going off canon material, it's not that he's broke, per se, but rather that he just forgets to bring his wallet with him on outings. Plus, he's part of the bourgeois tier of society (middle class, wealthy, but not royalty-level filthy rich; but still elite and way above the working class). This was mentioned in a line in the Liyue AQ.

Canon text has never actually stated (or even implied) that he's broke or doesn't have money, that's just a popular fanon meme.

If one wants to argue that his 2022 birthday art implies he's broke, I'd still disagree. His dialogue there just says that having a wallet makes him more mindful of when to spend and how much, not that he doesn't have Mora in the first place.

And yeah, when Paimon comments on him finally paying, that's just because he remembered to bring his wallet :) every other occasion, as I stated before, is just that he didn't bring his wallet, relying freely on others to do the paying.

Besides, he made the Mora. I think he has every right to consider even other people's money as his own, lol- but I digress.

If I may slot in a personal headcanon here: I reckon that, as the God of Wealth, he just naturally attracts money to use for himself in any circumstance, be it through his own money, Hu Tao, Childe, the Traveler, etc. He will never be left wanting for Mora as he will always be able to pay for the things he likes, or straight up finesse his way into getting stuff without needing to pay (like the part with the painted Rex Lapis fans).

[hurlumerlu]

Did THK really miss an opportunity by not exploring BDSM further or was it simply doing something else