#tw suggestive comment

[funnel-webbed-au]

A Night Out

Lian snickered as her partner stepped out of the limousine she'd hired. Sometimes there were perks to the fact that both of them had big stakes in separate companies, and tonight, she was flexing some of the yuan she received as an allowance from her father.

Unfortunately for Syntax, the bright lights of the paparazzi's cameras triggered a migraine, and his obsessive thoughts only grew worse due to how exposed he was to all of the other individuals there. He couldn't exactly be called a person, not after what Estelle had done to him. Sadly, it wasn't going to be easy for him to shut down the spiral, but he knew that some alcohol might take the edge off... or maybe the chill of some ice water would do the trick.

"Oh, come on, you silly bug. They're not going to bite you. If anyone bites, it's you and your cousin, not all of these wonderful people here to greet us... and, well, maybe me, too. I bite. You learned that last night." Lian snickered as her words made her partner blush, then took his hand and dragged him into the restaurant.

The intricate chandeliers gave away the fact that it was a higher-end venue, and suddenly, Pierre felt underdressed for the occasion. He was just in his usual lab uniform, nothing particularly appealing to anyone who might be there, much less his own partner. He knew he had to change or else all Hell would break loose. He'd never be able to stop thinking about it, and it might keep him awake.

It didn't take long for Lian to notice, and she pointed to where the restrooms were so that the arachnid could go change into the emergency outfit that he had with him. He exhaled with relief, then disappeared, out of sight, out of mind. The beautiful ruby dress he'd brought with him sure looked good in the mirror. The way it sparkled and glittered from the embroidery on it would shock and awe, he hoped. One final glance at the spider emblem on the halter neck top, and Pierre relaxed.

Maybe he was a monster, but at least he was a beautiful one... and at least he wasn't the only one here.

As Pierre added the finishing touches to his winged eyeliner, just as his brother-at-heart had taught him, he paused periodically to examine his handiwork. It didn't look half bad, actually, and for once, he didn't stress over it as much as he normally did. A smile crept over his face, and although his sharp fangs still drew some discomfort, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. This was him, this was his body, like it or not... and one day, he knew he'd come to love it.

The moment he stepped out into the lights of the dining hall, Lian's jaw dropped, which drew a scoff from the spider she'd arrived alongside.

"What, spider got your tongue? You're drooling, orchid." The toothy smirk on the spider's face had Lian in a chokehold. Gods, he was such a pretty boy, such a wonderful little spider. She loved the way her boy wore that dress, as it hugged his subtle curves. When her pink eyes finally returning back to him, the same color spread to her cheeks as a dreamy sigh escaped her.

"A spider certainly had my tongue. You're ravishing, dear, I should take you dress shopping." The soft purrs emanating from the Deity only emphasized how completely and utterly starstruck he'd left her, and as he sat down and crossed his legs, she couldn't look at her menu. She was too busy looking at him.

Maverick's arrival wasn't as loud or as sudden as usual, and neither was he wearing any denim for once, despite it being his favorite material. The larger of the two spiders had come with his beloved partner in tow at his side, and the height difference between them was almost comical from how dramatic it was.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up to the party. I see you brought your boyfriend with you, Knox. How scandalous." For once, it was the elder of the two spiders who blushed from the teasing, which drew laughter from the tech spider. While Syntax only smiled, Huntsman dusted himself off, forcing his blush down with a soft huff and a soft flurry of German swears. It was all his partner could do to calm him down, but as the group united at the table Lian had reserved for them, she buckled up for the teasing she knew would ensue.

She danced the night away in his arms, in Syntax, no, Pierre's, arms. One hand on her waist, the other taking her by her other hand, all while the two larger Demons they'd come with simply held each other while the music played overhead. They were nice, nights like these, and as the younger spider spun his mantis around, he was finally sure.

Pierre had come to love her. Sure, it had taken several years to cement the relationship and fully convince him, but Lian had been patient. She'd been kind, she'd been gentle, she'd been generous, and he intended to continue repaying her in turn.

Until reality's lights burned out.

[local-diavolo-anon]

i re read handplates recently, after following it for years, and i had forgotten how much i love Gaster in this comic!

this is for @zarla-s, the author of the comic, as a thank you for both making my favourite au ever and for granting me permission to make gaster keycharms qwq

[randomalistic]

[rotdisc]

i find it so [idk] how for a number of cis women being called trans is the worst insult. like.... would it really be so bad.........

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I'm... supposed to be writing a resume... but um

Anatomy practice. Again. 🥰👍👍👍

[corvidcas]

i think part of the reason people are so hateful about fat people is because theyre not fat, even though they put little to no effort into their diet and daily activity levels. even if they dont live healthy lifestyles and theyre not trying to, and theyre still a "normal" weight. and because theyre ignorant and resistant to learning about how peoples bodily functions vary wildly, anyone who is fat must have brought it upon themselves by being extra lazy or extra glutinous and if they were normal they wouldnt be fat and its soooo easy to not be fat because look at them theyre not fat. which is so fucking stupid because so many people complain about how skinny people exist without "earning" how skinny they are, theyre literally just like that even if they eat tons of food because they're trying desperately not to be skinny. but the opposite cant be true for fat people apparently. fatness is always a direct consequence of abnormal habits apparently.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Joel has a past with Etho, and It is the one secret that he keeps from Lizzie.

The war was still going strong, and Coral Crest just had a victory on the outskirts of their border. They took many prisoners in the aftermath of this long and bloody battle. Among these prisoners was Etho.

By this point in time Etho was pretty infamous and it was a big deal that he had managed to be captured at all, so his arrival at the castle, of course, caused quite the uproar. Joel was too curious for his own good, so he couldn't help but sneak into the dungeon while Lizzie and his father were asleep to see if the rumors were true. He was shocked to find that they were.

Etho struck up a conversation with Joel the second he got close enough to the cell. Joel, who hadn't even realized he had been spotted, was scared at first. However, he couldn't deny his curiosity, so he stayed and talked with him.

Etho admitted to Joel that he got captured on purpose, and that he was just bidding his time until Coral Crest put him on trial and had him killed. He talked about wanting to be free; free from the war, free from Wintertide, just free from it all, and that the only way he thought he would ever find that was through death. Joel asked why Etho was telling him this and he just shrugged and said he was going to die soon anyway so he might as well get it off his chest.

Joel went back every night after that to talk to Etho, fascinated by the strange enemy solider. As time passed, he got to know him, and in turn opened up to him as well. They became friends of sorts, or at least as close to friends as two people on opposite sides of the war could be.

He then realized that he really didn't want Etho to die, something that was inevitable the longer he was in Coral Crest. Months had passed since the initial capture, and they had indeed put him through a trial at this point. His sentence was death, just as Etho had predicted, and the date was fast approaching.

So, Joel did as he does best; he acted brashly and with little to no second thought.

In the dead of night, Joel set fire to one of trees in the courtyard. He had carefully planned it out and made sure that it would not spread to anything else, but it was still enough to cause a panic. While everyone was occupied by the flames, he stole the keys to Etho's cell and set him free.

Etho was confused and at first refused to leave the cell, determined to meet his fate on the gallows, but Joel told him to go have his second chance, make amends, and be free. Etho still wasn't sure, but he eventually caved, unwillingly to let Joel's kindness go to waste.

Somehow, Joel got away with it. He hasn't told a single soul about the deed, because if he did, he would surely be charged with treason. On Etho's part, he never told the tale of how he escaped, because he knew that in doing so, he would put Joel in danger.

Lizzie knows, but she doesn't say anything. She watched Joel sneak out every night, she watched him set the fire, and she watched Etho make his escape into the dark. She kept her silence over the years only because she trusts Joel with her heart and soul; she trusted his judgement enough to keep his secret.

Neither of them could have anticipated that Joel would come face to face with that familiar scarred man when Lizzie sent him to Wintertide to get in contact with the resistance.

[mintflavoredfemurs]

Pinterest is doing great

[ravenmccookies]

*shoves a mic to ur face* opinion on that springass?

[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Songs: Day Ten

Day 10: High School Sweethearts

Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my Salty face when I start cryin' Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you f*ck me over I will rip your f*cking face apart

Prior to their romantic relationship, Violet had a crush on Zach that spanned from their time at summer camp until Zach and her finally got together, nearly 8 years later. As a demisexual/aroflux individual, Violet never felt anything for anyone except Zach, and this caused her to become rather obsessed with him (pointing fingers at myself here 😂).

Violet became known as the “Varmifreak” at her school; she was Zach’s obsessive fangirl, and was bullied and ridiculed relentlessly for this. Violet never let the haters get her down though, she happily gushed about her beloved Zachy even when people didn’t believe she was telling the truth about knowing him.

Violet unintentionally mentions the haters to Zach (he doesn’t realize the extent of her crush on him at this point), and when Violet decides to perform in the school talent show, unbeknownst to Violet beforehand, Zach shows up.

Violet elected to perform this song along with a dance/aerial hoop routine, this song being representative of her obsession with, love for, and devotion to Zach. The boys who once ridiculed Violet, including her future ex Travis, are fawning over her, and although Zach feels nothing for her romantically, he ends up fuming at their reaction.

Below you can find an excerpt of this scene, and the first showdown between Zach and Travis. Please note the mention of some suggestive comments by Travis/his friends.

Violet was sitting in an aerial hoop, looking out at the crowd as she sang happily unaware of the hateful chatter being uttered by her fellow classmates:

“She might be crazy, but you know, she’s hot…”

“I’d like to get me some of that…”

“You know what they say, a freak in the head is a freak in bed…”

“If she wasn’t so hung up over that guy she’s always talking about, maybe she’d be dateable…”

“I could make her forget all about that guy…”

I’d had enough of their crude comments, “can you ignorant jerk stop talking about her like that?”

I look at them with an annoyed expression, and they turn from their gawking at Violet to stare at me with their gaping mouths instead.

One of the guys shakes his head at me, his green eyes flashing with rage behind his glasses, “what’s it to you old man, I see you’re staring at her too.”

I sputter on my own words, “Wh-what? No I’m not! She’s my friend! I just came here to support her and surprise her!”

The same boy laughed, “friend? She doesn’t have any friends except that smokin cousin of hers and that CEO she claims to know, and no one can even talk to her to become her friend because she won’t shut up about him…Zach Varmipeck or whatever.”

“It’s actually Zach Varmitech, and yes, we’re best friends,” I reply matter of factly, and I see the young men’s faces fall in unison.

The green eyed boy quickly bounces back and chuckles, “so you’re him…you’re the one she’s singing about…the one she’s always talking about…”

I furrow my brows, “singing about…what do you mean, is she singing this about me?”

The boy shakes his head, he looks like he’s itching to lay hands on me, but his buddies stop him, “Travis, don’t do it,” one hisses.

Travis maintains his composure, “you’re too dumb to notice it, aren’t you? And yet you’re calling us ignorant.”

[disconnectedkid]

TW SA IMPLIED, PARTIAL NUDITY, AND SUGGESTIVE ARTWORK BELOW CUT

“Can you still feel his touch?”

[not-quite-wild]

When you lead off talking about time in the military, transition to your mother who had you at 14, and then turn to someone who was not explicitly included in the conversation to say “you don’t talk much, do you?” what am I supposed to say? “I’m horrified that your mother never got to be a teenager”? I didn’t get the impression this person would appreciate that…

[whimsiicalmuses]

“Everyone knows that fae are the most well-endowed if you know what I mean.”

[ghostlyvisage]

"Wait am I late to the spike measuring contest? I'm placing my bets on the medic. Bet she got a big dick, or strap on. Anyone else placing bets?"

[kankuroplease]

Speaking of madara x katsura, could you show us a modern version of them 👉🏼👈🏼

I’m sorry, but modern them, oh they’re gonna fight a bit zsjsjhs

Nothing better/worse than your sister inviting that guy you lost the debate to to carnival and your not fully dressed yet~

[lunaetis]

@tempestforged asked :

-> A glint in the Rover's eye, part of him is fueled with the same curiosity that Abby personifies in their hunger for everything. Aurate hues that never seem to dim watching as a hand brushes hair away from the nape of her neck, as if inviting him to indulge a more primordial part of his mind that's almost hungry to bite and mark. It's a low hum to his throat, pouncing forward to sink teeth into the trailblazer's neck with an all too satisfied hum, lingering long enough for the coiled tongue to lap at the hint of blood from broken skin. A break, pulling back just enough for cool breath to lap over the marked skin, Faer entirely too satisfied from the taste of her skin, humming as fingers curl into the folds of Eden's coat. "Ahhh, Delicious"

bitten. ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the ROVER was usually calm and composed, he had that calming air about him. however, that didn't mean he was anything tame if one had seen him when his instincts took over. perhaps, the fact that he had been gentle in approaching her prior made the TRAILBLAZER let her guard down. there was a sudden shift to his frequency, she noted, as she could hear that deep, resonating hum coming from the back of his throat and before she could react, he already seized her within his grasp.

                " faer — wait ... nngh ... ! " her words fell on deaf ears as his fangs plunged into her exposed skin, sending that JOLT all over her body that made her grip onto his arm, instinctively canting her head to allow him a better access to do his bidding. she could feel it, how the sharper part of his fangs began to break into the skin, bruising and marking. the pain seared into her mind, only to feel the soft muscle dragged over the burning wound as though to soothe.

                she gasped, then exhaled quietly at his comment, hearing the sound of her heart drumming in her own ribcage. " you menace. " maybe she would be the only one who referred to the revered rover that way.