#van rambles

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

100% projecting here but here me out

AFAB Dewdrop below;

Dewdrop, in the main chapel, on his knees before the communal altar to Lord Satan.

It's a new moon, and to kick off the cycle, he's set up a simple but heartfelt ritual; masturbating before the altar, offering his flesh and carnal lust as the offering.

Dewdrop, bringing with him his favorite toy, a monster dick he likes to imagine would be something similar to his Lord. He brings candles, incense, flower petals, a blanket and pillow because he plans on sleeping there as well.

His ritual is simplistic enough: he lights the candles, the myrrh, and cleans his toy despite it already being clean. He likes to show that he's taking the proper steps and not just some random toy he's dug out.

He places the candles, a deep maroon for this ritual, in a large enough circle that he has ample room to lay down if he so chooses. The incense burns just outside the perimeter, filling the area in lovely smoke.

He's wet before he even begins, already worked up and excited beforehand at the thought of his personal ritual.

"Dear Lord Lucifer, hear my prayer. Father Satan, I humbly intrigue to you the gift of my flesh and the carnal desire of lust. I offer unto you my love, my heart, my body mind and soul, and the juices of my desire for you. I give to you my carnal lust and devotion, each orgasm, an offering only to you. Lord Satan, accept my offering, in your name I pray. NemA."

He plants the monster dildo on the marbled tile below, sitting back on his heels, simply admiring the thing. It was dark blue, purple, and magenta. Girthy and long, a knot in the middle that burned going down. It was perfect.

The fire ghoul stands, undressing slowly, making sure each article is folded on the pew behind him before continuing. When he's completely naked, the emptiness and cool air makes his shiver, both in chill and anticipation.

He kneels back down and presses his forehead to the ground, giving thanks and speaking appreciatively, praying to the Dark Lord once again. This time, it was a moment of tenderness, vulnerability, not often seen in the older Fire ghoul. There were very few who saw this side of him, and the one who he trusted completely in heard and cherished each prayer.

Now, despite being practically soaked with anticipation, he knew he couldn't take the dildo on his own. He pulled a small tube of lube out of his bag and poured a generous amount in his hand and on the toy.

Safe in his circle of lit candles, he lines the toy up with his entrance, a low groan as the head enters. The girth alone is impressive, but it's nothing he's never been able to take before. He tilts his head back, slowly impaling himself, a breathy moan leaving him. His hands snake up his sides, hot to the touch, and envisions his Dark Lord instead of his own flesh.

He moans as he lowers himself once again, the knot in the center stretching him out. The fire ghoul lets his imagination take over, fantasizes that it's the Dark Lord teasing his nipples, twisting and pulling, cupping his small breast and massaging them just how he likes.

He imagines Lord Satan behind him, cradling him and easing him down.

'Breath in deep, remember, Droplet...'

Dewdrop does as instructed, breathing in deep and relaxing, a borderline feminine moan escaping him as his cunt swallows the knot.

'Now take a moment, don't rush, or you'll hurt yourself' The voice instructs.

"Fuck...!" Dewdrop hisses, feeling the head of the dildo kiss his cervix. It was so deep, almost too deep, but exactly what he craved. His head lolled, long golden waves cascading down his back. A beautiful offering, the perfect image of lust, love, and trust.

In the back of his mind, he was grateful that he'd brought along a blanket and pillow, the haziness of masturbating already catching up to him. He was always so sleepy when he came, and he knew for a fact that he was pulling more than one orgasm from his body tonight.

[happyheidi]

𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗀𝗁'𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗌

1- 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 1888 2- 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-𝘙𝘦́𝘮𝘺-𝘥𝘦-𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 1890 3- 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888 4- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘖𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888

[huariqueje]

Snow - Ton van Steenbergen

Dutch, b. 1962 -

Pastel , 50 x 40 cm.

[see-arcane]

Ah yes, Van Helsing, the much talked about iron nerved, experienced vampire hunter, the darkness is where he thrives in facing the undead

Van Helsing: I hate it here!!!!!!!

What pop culture thinks Abraham van Helsing is:

What Abraham van Helsing actually is:

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

But mostly i don't

sometimes I think

[messrmoonyy]

Molly correcting Arthur when he calls her Miss O’Shea to call her Molly. And is then brushed off/ ignored when she was trying to confide in him.

Molly correcting Dutch when he calls her Miss O’Shea to call her Molly. And this literally being one of the final things she says before she’s killed.

The way she just wants people to use her name and treat her like an actual human being rather than an object to sit and look pretty next to Dutch. To look at her and see her and listen to her.

In this essay I will-

[whatyourehungryfor]

aimed at those who have not yet seen the show because sometimes i forget how crazy it is

[sparrowmoth]

Does it ever make you a little crazy insane thinking about how Jesper and Wylan both have these gaping absences in their families, these needs that haven't been met for years, but as their stories become parallel, they find exactly what they need in each other's lives?

Because okay, hear me out, Jesper couldn't save his mom, nor can he ever bring her back, but he was able to help Wylan save his mom. His mom who was supposed to be dead. He was able to help bring her back in a way that he will never able to do for his own mom. And no, she'll never be Aditi, but I think she'll grow to love him as a son-in-law.

Wylan, meanwhile, lost his father's love at a young age. He will never be good enough for Jan, because Jan refuses to love or accept him as he is. But Colm, Jesper's father who loves him, who only wants the best for his son, meets Wylan when he's easily at his lowest point in life, when he's wrapped up in crime and scandal, and what does he say? "I think you’d be good for [Jesper]." And that means everything.

Jesper and Wylan don't just complement each other as a couple, their lives thread together like stitches closing long open wounds.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Something something

Dewdrop on his hands and knees, sitting before Cumulus, naked in front her and looking up at her like she personally hung the moon and stars for him

Cumulus sitting on her bed, leaning back on one arm, completely relaxed at ease. Shes got one hand in his hair, scratching his scalp with her claws, admiring his completely blissed out expression.

"Please," Dewdrop begins, swallowing down his embarrassment that blossoms over his cheeks. "Please, can I..."

Cumulus coos, moving her hand out of his hair to cup his face.

"You're so pretty like this, firefly." She tells him, relishing in how his eyes flutter at the simple praise.

His hands crawl up to her thighs, a sweet whine leaving him.

"Please, mommy..." His voice trails off, his fingers digging into her soft supple flush. He looks from her to her bare breasts, just inches away from his face. What he wouldn't give to take one in his mouth, suckling like a kitten. He's already kneading biscuits into her thighs, a fine purr rubbing in his chest.

"Oh, my poor baby boy... you must really need it, huh?" She asks him, her voice saccharine.

"Yes ma'am." He whines, just barely remembering the manners she taught him.

[anouchan-jpg]

when vincent van gogh said “if I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning".

[rosedosed]

Jason Voorhees has such a hypnotically Dutch last name. Oké meneer Voorhees. Meneer Voorhees-van de Ven.

[wxywardsun]

My favorite thing in red dead redemption and red dead online is how the characters are HUMAN! Not just in the way they are,but in their appearances too! They have wrinkles,they have scars and smile lines and gray hair,the works. Sean is missing a tooth (albeit through a painful situation),one of Molly’s teeth in the front is slightly bigger than the other,Dutch has forehead wrinkles,Maggie in red dead online has a blind eye and a huge burn scar,a lot of the characters have crows feet too! They’re all SO human and I love red dead for that!! It’s a beautiful game with details that are still being found all these years later but the details in the characters by far are my favorite

[ramblings-of-lola]

I was thinking about the Crows and their tattoos, which is a smaller detail I often forget about them. These are teenagers that have been forced or choose to permanently have marks are their body that reflect something about themselves.

Nina has a tattoo from The White Rose, the brothel she was employed by. Every time she glances at it, does it remind of her of Matthias, who she took the job for?

Inej had a tattoo from The Menagerie that she had crudely removed. Does the scar of it remind her of being captive or her freedom?

Kaz has the "R" tattoo and one for the Dregs. When he sees it in the mirror, does he remember Jordie and the boy he used to be? Does the Dregs tattoo remind him of the criminal he's become to get his revenge?

Does Jesper's Dregs tattoo remind him of the debt he got himself into? Does it remind him of his father and their farm?

Does Matthias have trouble understanding why the other Crows have tattoos because he never had to permanently mark himself to prove his loyalty to the Druskelle?

Does Wylan wish he had the Dregs tattoo that would resemble some sense of belonging that he never really felt at home?

[arianwyn-art]

Wylan: just girls?

Jesper:

Jesper: *multiple piercings, a striped jumpsuit in outlandish colors, and many many rings*

Jesper:

Jesper: JuSt gIrLs?? DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE IM A HETEROS-

[lordcaptains]

heinrix hides himself away when he feels weak or vulnerable. he doesn't want to be seen by anyone when he feels useless or helpless. he doesn't want anyone to know when he's hurt - or when he could be hurt.

it happens on the crashed black ship, and it's at its worst in commorragh, but it starts almost as soon as you meet him

you first encounter heinrix in the electrodynamic cenobium when he's using his biomancy to torture someone. he's outnumbered, he's alone - he's been working by himself in the koronus expanse, and the local escort of guardsman provided to him by the plantary governor have all been killed by the heretics who've taken over the monastery - and he's just been caught using sorcery. 

and the rogue trader can react in a way that justifies that, essentially demanding he beg for his life.

if you do, heinrix responds with an introduction that's basically a list of reasons he's allowed to exist.

(and what an introduction!)

but even if you greet him as neutrally as possible, the very first thing he does is turn away to compose himself.

(and it means so much when he seeks out a romanced rogue trader at his weakest, his most vulnerable, instead of hiding himself away)

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Okay maybe this is a known thing and I’m just spouting nonsense or both Idek it’s half one in the morning and I was meant to be getting an early night but YOU GUYS I was just listening to my Soc audiobook and in chapter 18 when Kaz is remembering the coffee shop and the Hertzoon scam we learn that the first trade major trade Jordie and Kaz were privy to and I’m pretty sure Jordie put a little money into was A CHANGE IN THE SUGAR MARKET.

And of all the things Kaz might have been able to manipulate the market for to try and profit off Van Eck’s destruction at the start of crooked kingdom HE CHOSE SUGAR.

The failure of the Sweet Reef job doesn’t only represent, to Kaz, the foolishness at being hoodwinked by Rollins again that he describes as causing such anger within himself whilst at the Van Eck house but also LITERALLY REFLECTS AND PROBABLY SERVES AS A CLEAR CUT REMINDER OF THE HERTZOON SCAM. We know Kaz is a pretty big on poetic justice (see Fillip and the wind up dogs torture/murder, stealing from the bank that was involved in the scam, the use of Alby against Rollins, etc) and I can’t help but wonder if that’s what this was intended to be in his mind, but there’s also the possibility that this wasn’t an active decision he made and only occurred to him afterwards when he saw Rollins and had that strange “sense of doubling” and saw both situations and both failures so clearly reflected and

okay I may have lost my point here I’m very tired idk how to end this um ta-dah and goodnight