#this is so damn soft

[happyheidi]

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[astrobolical]

Okay.

As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.

The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.

Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.

Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.

Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.

Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.

Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.

Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.

Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.

Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.

[rbvcdeluxe]

every time someone makes good richie lipschitz characterization an angel wins their wings back

[luhman16]

Saw a post earlier about software and hardware (slightly edited)

[opheliasam]

guys he’s so . wtf…WTF . angel

[sasstastikarts]

-stares @cupcakeslushie- Feral!Leo AU...

and Leo is still Leo... so of COURSE he redirects... and of COURSE I had to draw it because APPARENTLY I needed to draw angst this week!! >:V wtf

anyways this AU is oddly sweet and I love it so much for some reason. kay bye.

[spkyart]

THE BOYS ⭐⭐⭐⭐

One of them is a professional yapper

[blackknight-kai]

Me @ Mr monkey man that I REALLY need to find out how soft his fur is. (I know this is a bit beefier than he is but the point still stands).

Sun Wukong would HATE me. I’d want to pet him all day long and play with his tail. I just wanna use both hands and scratch his fuzzy cheeks (his face people…) nsjdjejcdjidnxusn

[glitterghost]

You're never truly alone with vessel's voice pouring poetry straight into your ears. The frequnecy of which wraps its way around your heart, and you can't help but feel comfort, even in some of his agony, in some of his pain, and all of his love.

[ratb4stard3]

EVERYONE SIT DOWN ‼️🔊

Teenager Ted and his Toddler brother Pete 💛🐐

(AND ANOTHER Spankoffski Bros collab with @cowardlykrow ✨🐐 there’s just no stopping us ✋ ‼️)

That’s all, go about your days

[see-arcane]

As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph. But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat; whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart. It was like a miracle; but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumble into dust and passed from our sight. I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

I don't know what's getting to me about this scene this time around, but I can't help imagining a cinematic beat in which Dracula, head cleaved from his shoulders, steel through his heart, looks to Jonathan. Fire-eyed, white-haired, triumphant against his personal nemesis and would-be keeper at last.

For just a moment, Dracula is whoever he was before he was an inhuman monster. A great man? A warlord? A hero or a horror in human flesh depending on the history. But a man again, whatever else. He looks at Jonathan.

Maybe he sees him.

Maybe he sees someone else. Some long ago youth who lived and died and was remade in profane immortality for the sake of supernatural strength, taught by ancient Powers beneath a distant mountain. A youth who would sell his soul to accomplish his goal.

As the sun sets red, Dracula sees that long-ago youth victorious but not yet damned--the man conquering the monster--and, for the first time in centuries, thinks he sees his reflection. The hunter, the warrior, the victor. How strange not to see him in armor. When did you change your sword? Ah, well.

You did it just the same. You did it...

(What was his name before all this? Memory is cracking, turning to powder in his mind. His name is...his name was...)

((No, no, old man. He is not you. You know. You know he is--he's--))

Voiceless, his lips move. Red a final time as his throat's foam bleeds up and out of the stained mouth.

Thank you, my friend.

There is time enough to smile before he crumbles away to sleep.

[hemipenal-system]

this is kinda different but hear me out. human with chronic pain whose larger monster partner is normally very gentle with them so they don't make the pain worse, snuggling them and doting on them lovingly after

and then the human gets new medications, which work so well, but make them drowsy as a side effect, and they keep falling asleep, but they don't have any real pain anymore. and they're pumped, because it means they can really get fucked the way they want without being incredibly sore after.

their partner is understandably worried about this, but the human assures them it's not anything to worry about, so they go at it, claws digging into them, long, slow thrusts, rhythmically pounding the metaphorical life out of the human they're using as a breeding bitch

and then the human yawns. and then they yawn again. and the monster really thinks they should stop but the human's begging, no, please, i've wanted this for years, don't stop, i want you to use me, so they don't stop

and then they fall asleep. and the monster probably should stop at this point, but their human feels so fucking good, and they're really asleep but they're still moaning a little bit in their sleep, and oh that makes it so much hotter for reasons the monster doesn't really want to pick apart right now, and they really can't stop themselves as they groan and slam their hips in as far as they'll go, whining with need as they breed their human, who they know would ask for this anyway if they were awake

and the human blinks slowly, looking around as their partner slowly lays down on top of them, realizing what happened when they feel the throb inside them, and they've definitely just found out they like something they've never heard of before.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[foolsocracy]

noir nation forgive me for these days of absence

[babiestmunson]

just when I think he can’t get any cuter this happens, the lips guys THE LIPS :(