#the vibes are simply immaculate

[appeypie]

Demise and ghirahim remind me of rose quartz and pearl from Steven universe

DO IT FOR HIM…..

[sarahfarinaillustration]

sorry for disappearing just finished reading Leigh’s bardugo’s ninth house series and it has me in a demonic chokehold

[rev-velvet]

It's actually impressive that Big Man managed to win every single seasonal Splatfest like genuinely. What's even crazier is that despite having the majority vote we actually managed to beat out everyone in Tricolor, and that was usually the mode where mirror match hell was.

[sewerratzz]

we’ve reached over an hour on my Sweet Revenge playlist !!

im being very particular and i’m having so much fun

[aberooski]

Replaying Shadow of the Colossus again for the first time in an astounding SIX YEARS somehow??? And I'm 10 colossi down, 6 to go, and AUGH it just feels like home being back I love this game so much 🥰🥰🥰

[scolek]

i already went insane about perfectly imperfect and artistic partisan like. last year or the year before. inevitably i will even have something to say about crossing heart, which i have listened to in full. once?

[celesaetherea]

I love how Bagi's just exploring the island by foot and visiting people's bases and grabbing the waystones because one, it's just really nice when a new member sees the entire island and people's awesome builds, and two, it's super efficient to collect as much waystones as possible- especially on the first day.

[extraordinarystardust]

“the vibes?” I ask.

“yes. Did you bring them or-“

“oh, right!” *rummaging through my bottomless tote* “I have them.”

“…sure”

“I swear. I have them.” I say, panicking now. “I pack them the night before so I don’t forget.”

The demon steps away from the iron gate and closer to me. It’s an ominous step. A threatening step.

“Just- one minute.” I’m afraid now. I don’t understand how this could have happened. Where are the vibes I was supposed to bring to the function? They’re not here. They’re-

Suddenly, I feel it.

There is a hole in the bottom of my bag.

I reach through it, lifting the bag to stare at my pale fingers. My tote and its larger contents surround my arm like a gauntlet. I look to the demon, confused at first, but not for long. The demon’s triumphant smile tells me everything I need to know.

“You stole my vibes.” I say, disbelief softens my words, it makes me sound unsure, even to my own ears.

The demon sneers, releasing a humming sound of delight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You stole my vibes.” I say, louder this time, my voice full of conviction and anger.

“No I didn’t.”

“Liar.”

I’m pissed now. I remove my hand from the tote and let the bag drop. The weight of it pulls at my arm as the long handles go taught.

“Give me back my vibes.” I say.

Laughter.

The cotton handles warm under the heat of my tightening grip.

“Give. Me. Back. My. Vibes.” I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice. It sounds distant. Ice cold.

The demons laughter turns maniacally victorious. “I’ll never give them ba-“

I whack the demon in the head with my tote.

Again and again I swing my bag with all the force I can muster, pummelling the demon into the earth, when I miss, my bag thuds against the dirt, sending up puffs of white dust.

I ignore the cries of pain and the apologies and the pleas for mercy. “I have no mercy,” I say, “I keep it with my vibes.”

At long last, my vibes tumble out of the demon’s cloak and scatter across the ground. I straighten, dusting off my clothes.

“You didn’t think vibes were all I was bringing to the function, did you?”

“I- I thought I took all of your vibes.” The demon says, cowering, hands over head, limbs tucked in tight.

The demon will stand eventually, reborn; with a heart full of fear.

Vindication surges through me at the thought.

“You did.” I say, collecting my vibes and placing them into my pockets for safe keeping.

“Then what is in your bag?”

The demon flinches as I heft my tote bag full of library books over my shoulder.

“These aren’t mine. They’re borrowed.”

I flip my hair and walk away.

[lncarnon]

So, he is awake. It is hard to tell with @evilstalks, and she wouldn't be surprised if he did manage to sleep while sitting in such an uncomfortable looking position. Much of what he did was not exactly in the description of normal, though that was fine, she didn't expect anything less. Though Julie wasn't exactly keyed in on what was up with this guy it hasn't changed her opinion on the Shape in the slightest. She did not need to know his life's story to enjoy his company.

Placing her hands on his thighs she leverages her position to slide further up across Michael's lap, so that her back rests against his chest, her voice surprisingly lacking at the moment. It's been an interesting endeavor trying to understand someone who doesn't speak- or at least, she hasn't personally ever heard him use his voice. Whether from lack of desire to do so or a physical impairment is another thing on the list of shit she didn't know.

[teflar]

Like incredible things are happening in the Korean entertainment industry right now

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days, Love in the Big City, Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo… oh us angst monsters are eating good right now

[fairyridden-a]

not to be gross but i Need a kylie x timothee ship immediately

[specsthesecond]

Okay okay okay –

The jester with the eldritch horror vibe is simply immaculate

Will there be a sequel anytime soon? I've already fallen in love with this silly guy <3

Yes!

I was actually supposed to finish it today (I usually post longer fics on Sundays) but I had a really shitty day lmao. If I try finishing and posting it today it'll be super rushed and I'd rather just make u wait :p

Also, love that ppl R treating jester like he's baby when I intended for him to be off-putting and a little scary.

[halsinsnaturepocket]

Half Awake, Fully Horny

Thank you to @pedros-immaculate-vibes for making the original post this is based on forever ago

beta readers: @silveredbark @roguegrove @cozykomala and @myers-meadow

Summary: It's 3am, you're about to roll over and go back to sleep, but not without a quick snuggle of your slumbering lover - except he's also inexplicably awake.

Rating: Explicit

CW: Modern Au, Halsin x you, PxV sex (fem/nb reader intended but no explicit gender or pronouns are used) some hair pulling, no time for foreplay just jumping right in, halsin's got a big dick, creampie

Read it on ao3 here

You awaken against your will in the middle of the night, not for any particular reason, just that momentary lapse between sleep cycles where you are vaguely aware that you are awake. You let out a soft sigh and reach for your phone. The light blinds you for a moment as you struggle to turn the brightness down to see the time – 3:07am. Too early to get up, just enough time to go back to sleep and be rested enough for work in the morning. All you need to do is roll over, readjust yourself, and fall back to sleep. But, before you do, you take advantage of the moment to snuggle against your snoozing lover, Halsin. 

You slowly rotate yourself so you are facing him; his form is a dark shadow that is slowly becoming clearer as your eyes adjust to the low light of your shared bedroom. He is positioned on his side, his broad back towards you. Usually, the two of you would snuggle in each other's arms before falling asleep back-to-back. Halsin liked to be touching you when he slept, and you loved the feeling of connection it gave you. You loved feeling him shift against you, feel his body moving as he breathed. It was a gift every night to simply feel his presence beside you. 

However, the man was a furnace. Since your first night together, he had been sleeping naked, and you realized quickly that clothes were not needed when sleeping beside him, no matter the season. On most nights, you kept on a thin pair of undergarments, just enough to keep you from feeling too exposed. As much as you wanted to, sleeping in each other's arms was sweaty and unbearable on hot nights like tonight. A quick snuggle wouldn't hurt anyone, though. 

You push your face into his warm back, nuzzling your face between those deliciously muscular shoulder blades. Something about sleeping always makes Halsin so warm and comfortable, his skin feels softer, his body is relaxed, his scent is strong and musky. You push your nose in and breathe in deep as you wrap your arms and legs around him, taking in as much of him as you can before you go back to sleeping. Nothing in this world was quite as wonderful. You feel him stir against you, and you realize he’s also awake. He tilts his shoulders and head back and you realize he wants to roll over and face you. A smile hints at your lips as you shift around to give him room to roll and move closer to you. In the dim light, you see his sleepy face come into focus. His eyes are closed as he feels his way into the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, and you feel his chest puff out and fall empty as he breathes in your scent. He pulls you in tight for an embrace and kisses you on the forehead, and then your nose, and your lips. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, and you lean into it, pushing your whole body against him. 

Sometimes when Halsin did this, he would immediately turn back over and you would both go back to sleep. However, he instead presses his body against you in return, twining his legs between yours. Never one to turn down a full-body embrace, you shift into a more comfortable position, moving your arm under the crook of his neck, snaking your legs between his, and you let out a deep breath. As you settle yourself against him, you feel his hot, untethered length pressing against your leg. An involuntary groan escapes from your throat. Is he trying to turn you on, or was this just something he woke up with?

He half opens his eyes to meet your gaze, as if sensing the question. He smiles, nuzzling against your face. He kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking gently at your flesh. You wordlessly tell him you want more with a soft exhale as you grind your leg against his hardening cock. 

Sleep was no longer an option as you felt the clouds clearing from your mind, primal senses taking over in their place. He kisses you with the hunger of a bear that just awoke hibernation, ravenously clawing against your skin and grinding against you. You trace your hand along his leg, slipping it between your entangled thighs to slide your hand along his length and he lets out a growl. He bares his teeth against your skin and grabs you by the hips, flipping you on top of him, the blanket that was draped over you falling off to his side, only covering your intertwined legs. The air around you is cooler than the dome of heat that had been created between your bodies, and with the blanket gone, the cooler air swirling around you sends a shiver up your spine. Halsin's warm hands are a welcome sensation as he rubs your chilled skin. His hands caress your sides and chest, his thumbs gently encircling your hardened nipples, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine and instantly warming you as you feel arousal pooling between your legs. A soft moan escapes from your lips. Damn, of all the nights to have worn underwear.

He lifts you up by the hips to position your legs on either side of his lap, and as he lowers you down, you feel the heat of his cock pressing against your core through the gossamer-thin undergarment as he grinds against you with a groan. You moan in response, aching for more. He pulls you closer and takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting at it as you move your hips faster against him, desperate to feel more. Not one to leave any part of you neglected, he switches his mouth to the other nipple, encircling the other with his thumb. You moan again as warmth and moisture build against the thin barrier of fabric blocking you from feeling your lover grinding against you, your panties are soaked and you can almost feel it, but it's not enough. 

"Halsin....please. I need to feel you." You plead. 

He wastes no time. He slides his hands down your sides and nearly rips the thin cloth off of you as he pulls them down. You ungracefully lift your legs and kick them off and bite at his neck as you greedily rub your clit against his shaft. He moans, letting you grind yourself against his length as the moisture and heat between your legs spills onto him. With a low growl, he grabs your hips with almost enough force to leave a bruise and flips you both over, pinning you under him. His hand hastily finds its way between your legs and he slips two digits inside of you, pumping them a few times before stroking his wet fingers against your sensitive clit. You let out a soft yelp as he gently circles the nub, his movements a little clumsy and hasty. You feel like an unkempt mess coming undone at his touch, your body alight with excitement from him knowing your weak spots even when half-asleep. The excitement of this impromptu lovemaking was almost enough to send you over the edge. He'd barely even started, but at this point, you're so wet and ready for him, you don't even want the extensive foreplay. You just want him inside of you now. 

"Please…gods…fuck me, Halsin." you whimper in his ear. “I need you deep inside of me.”

"Hmm. I need no further invitation" He mumbles with a low chuckle. You can tell from his voice he is equally as desperate to be buried deep inside of you. Before you can take a breath, he puts your legs over his shoulders and plunges into you. You wince as he enters you, remembering exactly why you usually take time for foreplay. The pain of him stretching you so suddenly makes you inhale sharply and wince. He pauses, a look of concern crossing his face as he remembers the burden of his size. 

“Should I stop, my heart?” His voice rumbles from above you. You look up at him, his hair is tousled from sleep and hanging wildly around his concerned face. 

"Just keep going,” you say to him breathlessly, moving one of your legs off of his shoulder and laying it beside him, a better position since you haven’t stretched. 

“I need you so badly. Just...go slow." You whimper. 

Halsin obliges, resisting the urge to bury himself in deep. He places one warm hand on your hip to guide himself, and the other on the leg still slung over his shoulder and thrusts gently, going in a little deeper every few thrusts. You breathe in deeply and try to relax your tight muscles and let him in.

“Gods you’re so tight…” He lets out a deep moan as he bottoms out and he stops thrusting, catching his breath as he soaks in the sight of you beneath him. 

Your eyes have fully adjusted to the dim light of the night to the savory sight of him disheveled from sleeping. His hair is down, a little damp from sweat, some strands curl and twist while others lay down flat. There are red indents on his skin across his torso and on his arms from the folds of the sheets you had been resting on only moments ago. He is a wild mess. This is Halsin in his rawest form, without any masks or walls he puts on around other people. It was a rare treat to see, but godsdamned if it wasn't always the sexiest sight you had ever seen. 

“You are so beautiful.” He says, catching you off guard. Your cheeks warm as a blush spreads across your face, you probably look similarly disheveled. 

With a deep breath, you move your legs, wrapping them around his waist, and pull him closer to you, pushing him in deeper. With a groan he starts thrusting again, slowly works up his pace until you are fully prepared for him to pound into you. As he feels you relaxing, and your moans become louder, he moves your legs back over his shoulders and his pace becomes relentless. The sound of your moans feels comparatively loud to the silence of the night around you as he pounds harder and harder, until you start to feel the familiar warmth of an orgasm gripping at your senses. You gush and overflow as you cry out his name, which only encourages him to move faster, chasing his own release. It all feels amazing, but you want a deeper release, you want him buried so deep you see stars. You want him not to hold back, and to feel his balls swinging and slapping against your clit until he comes inside of you. You put your hand on his chest to make him stop and he looks at you inquisitively. 

"Bend me over, Halsin." you gasp. 

It’s the fastest way to get you to your best release, and the one position where he never holds back, and you could be as loud as you wanted with a pillow to muffle you, no less. He wordlessly pulls out and effortlessly flips you over. As you gather together whatever pillow is in front of you to bury your face in, he pulls you up by the hips and enters you swiftly. You exclaim loudly into the cushion as his cock slides in, you feel it filling you fully, hitting every sensitive nerve inside of you. 

He does not hold back. He buries his hand in your hair, pulling at the roots and he braces himself with one large hand across your back, pinning you down against the bed. He slams into you and sets a searing, relentless pace until you are a moaning, swearing mess. The sound of his moans is rivaled only by the sound of his skin slapping loudly against your wet backside, you can feel hot liquid arousal running down your legs. Just like you craved, his balls are swinging and slapping deliciously against your clit as he pounds away much faster than anyone his size should be able to. His cock swells and hits against your walls as he growls like the animal he is.  His name escapes your lips an incomprehensible amount of times as your screams and moans are muffled by the pillow he is pressing you into. You have to turn your head to the side so he can hear you speak: 

"I'm so close, oh gods, Halsin, don't stop...don't you dare fucking stop...fuck!" You shout as you feel your walls contracting and clenching around him as you release. He keeps thrusting as wetness spills out of you, he is not far behind. Your orgasm pushes him over the edge. He pulls your hair and comes inside you with a primal, guttural noise and you feel his cock twitching inside you as he fills you. 

After a few beats, he releases his grip on your hair and pulls himself out of you, and you're finally able to collapse belly-down on the bed. A groan escapes your lips as you feel his seed sliding out of you. 

"We're going to need to wash the sheets in the morning." You mutter. There’s no doing it now. You need to sleep. 

“Indeed.” He chuckles. You take a few deep breaths, waiting for the blood to return to your legs so you can shakily walk yourself towards the bathroom to hastily clean yourself up. 

When you return, the ruined sheets are on the floor, Halsin has carefully draped your favorite fleece blanket over the naked mattress. Halsin is smoothing out the wrinkles as you lean against the door frame, admiring how he looks as he spreads the blanket out with care and sets the pillows back on the bed, giving them each a little fluff and arranging them carefully for optimal comfort. He catches you out of the corner of his eye and gives you a warm smile. 

"This blanket isn't ideal for sleeping on long term but...it'll do for tonight. We can toss the sheets in the wash tomorrow morning." 

You return his smile and roll on top of the bed playfully, beckoning him to lay back down next to you. He smiles and lays down beside you, spooning you against him. He pulls the plush duvet cover over the both of you and pulls you in tight. He kisses the back of your neck affectionately, and the two of you are sound asleep before you know it.

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Thanks for reading! reblogs/likes/comments always appreciated.

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[feelingtheaster99]

EXACTLY! I was just texting my friend that I do not know what I will do with myself without more bad kids content to look forward to

i love the bad kids forever btw. i can’t believe today is the last time we’ll watch them in action for the next who knows how long </3

[frownyalfred]

RE jewish batfamily - vibes would simply be immaculate when it comes to Purim

Letting the Batfamily fast all day, then get blackout drunk and wear costumes at an only-family event? That sounds like a recipe for an amazing night 🤣

[odileeclipse]

Idk I feel like Pure vanilla would be a perfectionist...like... everything in his room is exactly in its place, spotless clean...his hat is always washed and clean and so on...

Idk he just gives me that vibe

A Place for Everything

Pure Vanilla’s study was an immaculate sanctuary of order and precision. Shelves lined with perfectly arranged books, scrolls stacked symmetrically, quills aligned in their holder—everything had a place, and everything stayed in its place. Even the air carried the scent of freshly brewed tea and parchment, untouched by chaos. That was, until you arrived. You didn’t mean to disrupt his delicate sense of order. It was never intentional. But as you lounged on the couch, the cushions shifted ever so slightly, their symmetry disturbed. Your fingertips idly traced swirls on the polished desk unknowingly leaving behind faint, imperfect smudges. When you reached for one of his books, you placed it back absentmindedly not quite straight, not quite flush with the others. Pure Vanilla noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes flicked toward the askew book, the uneven cushions, the small disturbances in his perfect world. Normally, the very thought of disorder would unsettle him, a tiny yet insistent weight pressing against his mind. But this time… he found himself hesitating. Instead of fixing everything right away, he simply watched you—watching the way your fingers moved lazily across the table, the way your presence settled into his space like you belonged there. The disarray was still there, nudging at the edges of his thoughts, but it felt… different. Not unwelcome. Not wrong.

Then, you moved his hat. It was a simple gesture, just shifting it aside to make space for something else, but Pure Vanilla froze. His fingers twitched, his breath hitched ever so slightly. His hat had its place. Everything had its place. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. “That’s… not where it goes.” You blinked, startled. Then, realizing what you’d done, your expression shifted into guilt. “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to mess anything up.” You quickly reached for it, ready to fix your mistake. Pure Vanilla opened his mouth to tell you it was fine but the truth was, it wasn’t. His mind did mind, the same way it always did when something was out of order. But it wasn’t the same kind of disturbance. Not the kind that made his chest tighten or his thoughts spiral into the need to fix, fix, fix.

Because it was you. And somehow, even the imperfections you left behind weren’t unsettling they were just… you. A breath of a laugh escaped him, so soft it barely counted as one. With a gentle shake of his head, he reached out and covered your hands with his own before you could move the hat back. “It’s alright,” he murmured, as much to himself as to you. You tilted your head at him, searching his expression. “Are you sure? I know you like things a certain way.” Pure Vanilla hesitated. He did. He really did. But the weight in his chest wasn’t as heavy as it should have been, and when he looked at you eyes so full of quiet concern for something so small it made all the difference. “…I do,” he admitted with a small, sheepish smile. “But… it doesn’t feel as important when it’s you.” Your lips curled into a playful grin as you glanced at the still-tilted book on the shelf. Slowly deliberately you nudged it even further out of place. His eye twitched. You definitely saw it. But instead of fixing it, he only sighed, shaking his head in quiet exasperation, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky I adore you,” he muttered. And despite everything in the room being just slightly off, he found himself letting it stay that way.