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[thisispoggers]

Trust Your Instincts

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[assortedvillainvault]

Disney Villain Polycule Posts Part 2- Flustering the Horned King

WOOOO ok I had. An Unreasonably Good Time writing this. Hope you like it! This is part of my DV'Cule postings, link here for the OG post!

It's under a cut becuase holy moley I didn't realise how long this had gotten.

Maleficent x The Horned King x The Headless Horseman. Fluster Time.

Villains the fall into two broad groups. Loud, flamboyant, overt evil, the kind that draws the eye and fills up a stage and basks in the ire their dramatics draw – villains like Jafar, Yzma and Ursula.

Then there are the darker, quieter kinds of evil – no songs, barely any lines, evil in action more than words, rendering them twice as effective. These villains bask in horror.

The Horned King is the defining feature of the second type of villain.

Maleficent suspects that in his own world, greater forces were at play to stop the King succeeding than a mere farm boy – The King’s brutality and ambition almost exceed her own. His cruelty is something she has often...appreciated, among her partners. There is little posturing, or conjecture, his threats are promises that he will follow through on and isn’t that just a breath of deliciously fresh air.

It has taken work to earn him as a partner. Her persistence was surprising to the Lich, especially since she had taken his silences for refusal as first, not the shocked uncertainty it had later been revealed as. The Headless Horseman, once comfortable in approaching her, had commiserated especially hard. His own attempts at companionship had been held up by a brick wall of oblivious lich king for months.

For a while she had been fine with knowing the King only through his persona. All villains wear masks, after all, and he is no different. But lately she has been craving a deeper knowledge of her companion beyond ominous-yet-comfortable silences and the occasional scathing commentary.

Their King is famously difficult to read, and she and the horseman have come to the sinister realisation that they have a common goal in getting him to emote more while in their company.

It wouldn’t be sinister if they were anybody else, but they are themselves and they are villains and they could make a picnic date in the park sound foreboding, so.

They have spent many an evening not-so-subtly eying their King from across the room, learning his subtle little tells. An annoyed twitch of a hand here, a subtle shift of weight in his steps as a form of dismissal, the way his shoulders rise in offence vs roll back when pleased.

They have only seen him fully animated the once.

To see him tall, outstretched, a blade in one hand – the furious crackle of crimson power in the other, eye sockets burning with hellish light – his voice resounding off the walls…

The Horseman needed to lean on Alpatraum for a good minute while his knees recovered and his beloved gave him a run for most threatening evil laugh. Maleficent was too busy tattooing the scene before them to the inside of her eyelids to comment.

...this image contrasted with a sputtering, wide eyed, off balance King as they let loose their first barrage of compliments is delightful.

“I- what??” his voice echoes quietly as what little is left of his face warps with confusion, caught between the near predatory grins of his beau’s.

The shoulders are not up yet, bafflement preventing their rise, so they move in for stage 2: physical affection.

They are both taller and take full advantage – Maleficent softly raising his chin as the Horseman steps behind and lays hands on his shoulders – and there’s a strange keening noise that only dogs and gwythents can hear coming from the Kings chest and yep, mhm, just let him die again already because there’s no coming back from that-

- they have the audacity to chuckle and slip closer. He has no idea what to do with his hands, which are shaking, and under Maleficent’s thumb a wild – in that it’s almost approaching living speeds – heartbeat makes itself traitorously known and his tongue has forgotten how to function so just let the earth swallow him he can’t deal with this p l e a s e.

“Something the matter, your Majesty?” She has the gall to be completely unruffled - he’s halfway to a response before the Horseman squeezes his shoulders and all thought pitches off a cliff.

“Hng.”

“Eloquent.”

“Shut. Up.”

They laugh, because of course he’s being grouchy about it, even if they can see a colossal (sickly looking, due to the darkness of his blood) blush under the hood and the King’s fingers are all but fisted in Maleficent’s robes. “I don’t- Don’t- mng.”

The Horseman has trailed his hands further down his arms and he’s so wound up he can’t decide if he likes the change in placement or wants to jam them back onto his shoulders under the fur stole.

They repeat the process several times. Each time with the goal of a new noise, a new twitch, the burn in his sockets when he realises he likes something particularly well.

It was less revealing something already existing as it was teaching the King that this was something even possible to have. The lessons bordered on mortifying, but, never actually unwelcome.

The first time he stiffly, but with purpose, strides across the room and slips his hand into the Horseman’s – face flushed and eyes staring anywhere but at his partners – was the day that the curtains caught fire because he was not expecting the joyous twirling hug that followed and lashed out as he was lifted off his feet in shock. Maleficent refuses to replace them for the fact they can tease him about it every time he initiates affection afterwards.

He doesn’t want to replace them either.

[akumanoken]

@s1lxcs

"Mama loves Papa too!" He's clapping his small hands and turns to hugs back Souji. Still remaining quiet for another moment -- both hands on both Asao and Souji's head with a small smile. "Um... um... ho..." What was what his parents said before? His papa said it also. "Um... Home is with you? Asao gots right?" A small nod and more soft ruffle of hair. "Mm, right. Hm, Souji?"

Souji's eyes were still locked with Vergil's, unable to look away, but feeling that familiar weight of his hand on his head made him relax. Warmth seemed to blossom from that point on down his body, and he smiled back, cheeks still warm and pink.

"Home is with you??"

He looked down at Asao, and when Vergil nodded, he couldn't help but laugh. "You got it, baby..." he murmured, hugging him tighter. "This is what home is... all of us together. No matter what."

[pinkturnabout]

edgeworth is not here to fucking play

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

STILL thinking about drunk chess actually

stupid as hell bonus:

[bedforddanes75]

im not american but some of you guys are just fucking stupid ong what do you MEAN youre not gna vote because you disagree with like one part of what youre voting for. like okay me when im fucking thick

[layzeal]

love how "secret third thing" is genuinely the best way to describe whatever tf teenxian's feelings for teenji were

yes he had a crush and was helplessly infatuated, though not in a romantic way and also not in an entirely platonic way. it's all a secret third thing

[ibenology]

“I knew I was making progress because I could feel when the palette knife scraped bone” HELLO ??????

[answermywearyquery]

happy vegaspete day!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yall know the "after first kiss" meme

there are three types of pairing

the meme:

[navstuffs]

How would Leon Kennedy and Carlos Oliveira react to a GN!Reader who gets lazy/tired while on top

author's notes: there is a meme around tumblr that says, "horse pretends to be dead every time it needs to go on a ride." so yeah, this is sorta where this idea came from.

(NSFW +18 UNDER CUT)

Leon Kennedy

Leon knows you will get tired as soon as you offer to be on top. He watches as your hips snap lazily against his, keeping a short set of pace that doesn't make his whole cock disappear inside of you. He is focused on your pleasure expression, eyes semi-open, and wrinkled forehead. You look adorable and irresistible, he thinks. Leon's hands hold lightly in your hips as yours hold into his shoulders for support.

You try to fasten the pace even with your legs complaining, be a good lover, and not get lazy. You got this. You are in total control and enjoying yourself as you ride your boyfriend's dick.

But you both know you need more friction, and Leon has noticed the pout forming on your lips.

"Honey? Can I move now?" Leon asks, and you are almost tempted to say no. But your sex is eager to be touched, and you know you won't be able to keep up much longer.

Poor Leon, you think, as he pleads with his eyes, begging you to allow him to take control.

When you nod, a little embarrassed of your performance, all thoughts vanish from your mind when Leon changes the angle of his legs and starts to hit a spot that makes you see stars. Again. And again.

"Feeling good?" Leon grunts, and you roll your eyes, mumbling a yes.

He doesn't stop, just snaps faster inside you, his thrusts not faltering for one moment. Leon likes to watch you melt in his arms, biting his lips as he continues hitting that delicious spot that makes you moan louder. It is with pride and possessiveness feeling on his heart that Leon knows only he gets you to feel like that. No one else.

His hands grab your asscheeks, and you have to hold tight to his shoulders, his shirt, anything, so you don't lose your mind. He leaves you a blabbering mess, with incoherent thoughts and desperate moans imploring for more, if it is even possible.

"That is it, honey. That is it" Leon whispers satisfied, your body just clay on his hands. You would let him do whatever he wants with you at this point. One of your hands goes instinctively to your sex, rubbing it, desperate to feel your release.

It doesn't take long for you to cum, Leon's whimpers of encouragement being the last straw. Your whole body shakes as you moan his name, and you feel Leon hiding his face into your neck, marking you as his as he cums.

You both remain like this until Leon licks the spot he bit, whispering close to your ear.

"My turn to be on top next."

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos's hands grip tight into your hips as you slowly sit on his cock. Your hands are on his chest, your eyes closed for better focus as you move down, his cock burying deep inside of you. Though lubricated enough, Carlos is still big. That's why he doesn't complain when you take him slowly, your hands using his chest as support. He doesn't mind, and he prefers like that until you get used to his size. The movements keep slow and torturous, and Carlos is confused if you are trying to kill him now.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, his voice expressing concern as he scans your face. "I am not hurting, am I?"

"No."

As you continue the slow pace, Carlos tests by moving his hip once, and you bite your lips. He does it again, making you moan.

"Do you want me to move?" Carlos tries because he seriously tries to let you do what you want but needs more. He needs to bury himself deeper inside you.

"Am I not doing a good job?" Your tone sounds hurt, and Carlos tries to explain himself.

"That isn't what I am mean-" That's when he realizes your big naughty grin. 

You don't answer, and Carlos wonders if that isn't exactly what you want. He pulls his legs up, bringing your body down into his chest, and thrusts his hips fast inside you, not stopping. Carlos adds more strength in every thrust. You want to move your hands for support, but Carlos uses one hand to grip your arms behind your back, and you can't move.

He keeps ramming into you, the headboard hitting the wall. Carlos likes to watch your eyes roll into your head, your leaking sex rubbing against his pubic hair, bringing him even more over the edge.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You can't even form a sentence to answer him, so close to your orgasm as you are. When you finally cum, screaming Carlos's name, it doesn't take long for him to follow you. He groans loudly, biting your shoulder and holding you tight in his arms, letting every drop of his seed inside you.

After taking a moment to relax, you flop to his side of the bed, gasping for air. Carlos gives you a side-eye as he wonders, curious.

"What was that?"

"Just trying to tease you," but Carlos knows there is more. He turns to your side, that face of his knowing you are hiding something. You admit, defeated. "Fine. I got lazy."

"You should have told me" Carlos brings you close to his body, kissing the top of your forehead. "I wouldn't have any problem getting on top."

You nod in answer, nuzzling into his chest happy and satisfied.

[mellosdrawings]

It was for mermay but since I'm reposting everything I might as well bunch post all of those.

Did you know ? Octopi are my favorite marine animals alongside sharks and jellyfishes! Every time I participate in mermay I draw at least one octomer.

Did you know ? There are actually three plurals of octopus : octopi, octopodes, and the most common octopuses. Technically all three are grammatically correct.

Did you know ? Some octopi living in the deep are bioluminescent! Azul's eyes already seem to be glowing the one time we see his merform. What if his actual merform was more colorful/luminescent but at the time he was just covered in blot so we couldn't see it ?

Did you know ? The smallest octopi measure about one centimeter while the biggest can measure up to ten meters. Murray eels however measure between fifteen centimeters and four meters.

I headcanon that underwater, Azul is muuuuch bigger than the tweels. But on land, since Azul is of average size for his species, he is also average size as a human. The tweels on the other hand are big for murray eels, so they are also big on land.

(Did you know ? I know far too much random trivia about octopi you'd think I have AuDHD and an unchecked internet connection- wait.)

[wolfiesmoon]

Lockscreen background

Malleus x gn!reader

i seem to have a thing for characters who are clueless abt technology hahaha, this takes place before we actually find out his real name btw

(also i apologise if malleus is ooc in any way i'm still in the early books of the game😭)

"Hello." You heard a voice behind you as you exited the classroom. You turned around to find... uh, Hornton, was it? You still can't get over the stupid nickname that Grim picked, but he seems completely okay with you calling him that, so you keep doing it.

What could he possibly want with you?

"Uhh, hi...!" you greeted him back awkwardly.

"I have a somewhat trivial yet important matter I need help with." He opened and you tilted your head slightly. Now your interest is piqued.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." he suggested at your confused expression. You nodded slowly. Though this whole conversation is strange so far, he looks anything but malicious. And knowing him, he never is.

The two of you went to a more secluded part of the school and as soon as you got there, he pulled something out from his pocket, handing it to you. It looked to be a brand new phone.

"Could you help me with this object? I have no idea how to use it and you are the only one I can approach about this." he looked a little worried.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" you offered and his expression softened slightly.

"Turning it on, for starters."

A silence fills the room.

"Ahahahaha, oh jeez... I'm- I'm sorry- hahahaha...!" You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even know how to turn it on?

Needless to say, he was not amused by your laughter. "If you will laugh at me, I will not be needing your help anymore." He crossed his arms.

"No- No- I'm sorry, I really am." You had to hold back a few giggles. "I'll help- I'll help you, you just shocked me with how little you know about a.. p-phone." He suddenly seemed like a 90 year old grandpa who bought a phone to talk to his grandkids and didn't know the first thing about it. What a funny mental image.

"You're talking strangely." He commented, and you quickly turned the phone in his direction before he could question your attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Here, see this button? You press it and the phone turns on, like this." You demonstrated, and his face lit up.

"I see. But, the salesperson informed me that this phone is unlockable by something called 'Face ID' as well. Do you know what that is by any chance?" The genuine interest in his voice was actually kind of cute.

"Don't worry about all that. Actually, why are you buying a phone only now?" You thought it was strange. If he was this clueless about technology, why buy a modern cellphone all of a sudden?

"During class, some of my classmates were discussing about these so called phones. They talked about something called a 'magicam'. And I... became curious." the little pause at the third sentence made you think that might just not be the full truth. But you have no reason to be suspicious or question him on it, so you just told yourself to forget about it.

"Magicam might be a little too... advanced for you right now. Here, let's start by exchanging contacts." You showed him the 'contacts' app, opening it and inputting your number and your name.

You handed the phone back to him. "Here, now press this green button on the bottom left and you'll call me." he did as you instructed and your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, answering the call.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

"I can... hear you twice. Is there magic imbued within a phone?" his eyes were widened slightly, even more so when he heard his own voice from your phone.

"You silly goose, we only hear eachother twice because we're standing right next to eachother. Stay here and place the phone next to your ear, okay?" you smiled at him, walking away.

"I am not silly and I am certainly not a goose. I thought it was obvious enough by taking once glance at me."

"It's not an insult, Hornton. It's like a silly little thing you say to someone when they say something, well, silly." you smile, now completely out of his line of sight and standing in a different room.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again "I can still hear your voice."

"Yup, that's what a phone is, in essence. Nowadays we use it for a lot of things, but basically, you can call people on it and you'll hear their voice and talk to them, no matter how far away from you they are. Isn't that cool?"

"How very fascinating." you could hear his amusement through the phone.

"Oh, I just have one more thing to do! I'll come back in a moment!" you ended the call, running back to where you were before.

"I got suprised for a moment. The phone made a strange noise and I couldn't hear you anymore." he cleared his throat. He must have panicked a bit when you hung up. How cute. "Calling someone is definitely much more convenient than sending them a letter."

You just realised that he's probably been sending physical, handwritten letters to everyone up until this point which makes him even more charmingly old-timey in your eyes. How funny is that?

"Give the phone here for a moment." you requested and when he did so, you opened the camera app and turned it towards the two of you to take a selfie. You could see him inspect himself through the phone.

"I see, so it functions as a mirror, too. What a marvel."

"Well, do I have news for you. This is the camera app, and we're going to take a photo together. Now smile!" you nudged him slightly and he smiled very awkwardly and unnaturally. Oh well, you'll take it.

You snapped the photo, setting it as his lockscreen.

"Here, now you have a photo of me and you as your background!" he took the phone back, staring at your face on the screen.

"I actually have something I have to be doing right now, so I'll continue teaching you about phones later! Call me if you need anything! Oh, and I'll save your number too, don't worry!" You waved to him, running down the hallway.

"Goodbye." he said back, immediately looking back down at your picture with him. Your face is truly precious in it. He is very glad to be in possession of a photo of you.

He knew you were the right person to ask.

.

The reason he decided to buy a phone was that he felt sad because he couldn't talk to anyone without a disconnect. Ignoring the fact that most of his classmates are afraid of him, they wouldn't be able to find common ground in hobbies and conversation topics regardless.

So he thought that maybe he could start by getting a phone upon hearing students discuss phone cases and the like. Surely, understanding what the masses currently enjoy would make him more approachable.

He is eternally thankful to you for helping him out.

You're very welcoming to him and that makes him indescribably happy. One day he'll repay you with all the things you could ever want. He has the abilities to do that, after all.

Maybe he should give you something as a thank you next time you meet, actually. What did you say you enjoyed again?

That's what he thought about as he looked at his lockscreen on his bed that night. If only you saw the way he smiled at your photo.

[crow-person]

she is exploding them with her mind

[asukachii]

Where Our Blue Is

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[tempo-takoyaki]

I’ve read too much Shizun angst lately, so I wanted to draw him happy with his husband.