#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.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Catholicism

If you've ever felt good when you did something, that's because youre an addict. You are a fucking junkie and you need to stop right now

[ruinix]

Just look at him skating back to the lockers.

(Vancouver Canucks @ Ottowa Senators, November 23, 2024)

[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.

[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:

[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-

[marsontherocks]

He will speak plainly enough when the time comes, be sure.

Jack, you fucking liar. I'm on chapter 26 and not ONCE have I understood a damn thing Van Helsing has said.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

But mostly i don't

sometimes I think

[whatyourehungryfor]

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

[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".

[caihnurst]

There is something endearing and fascinating about The Witcher 3 male's face characteristics. The moles. Aquiline noses. Greek features for some. Prominent Renaissance-like foreheads. I am IN LOVE.

You can understand so much about their physiognomy just by staring at them.

This is how you make a character attractive. It is not about how "clean" or "neat" they are. The wrinkles, the frown, the eyes, the shape of the lips.. This is so much more enticing to me.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I was at work curating tips for my store !!

@skele-bunny @anotherbananasong if yall wanna join, no pressure :3

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[ruinix]

He was late so he has to show off his skating skills or whatever 🤣

(Florida Panthers @ Vancouver Canucks, December 12, 2024)

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I'm such a dork but I'm currently suffering from a full body allergic reaction to my meds and I got the idea of like,,,,

This is what dewdrop must've felt like during his elemental transition

Everything hurts. Everything itches. No amoun of calamine lotion helps. It soothes for a moment but then it's right back to hurting. They gave me fans right next to my bed and the breeze helps my hot skin but it's not enough.

I still hurt. I'm so hot. It's so painful.

I hate that there's nothing to make it go away.

"You're on steroid pills to help with the reaction. There isn't much else to do than let it run it's course"

I feel like I'm dying