#weapon envy

[prinnay]

Rhododendrons; katana

Process vid!

[tefeckincraicen]

Daily affirmations as a struggling artist who hates his art;

I will not commit the sin of envy over other people's art styles

I will commit the sin of pride because I am hot shit and I will get there one day

[obseq--villain]

I may be deeply sleep deprived/brainwormed but consider: LCB Sinner Denji

[potato-cerealkiller]

thinking about how damian taking comfort in art is symbolic of his abuse recovery. because it is an act of creation in contrast to how he previously only knew how to interact with the world through violence and destruction. he gets to navigate the world and his past through something of his own rather than a sword that he never even got the choice to wield. he has the choice to temporarily put down the sword for the brush.

[fmascreencaps]

[nyssasorbit]

Queen's Attendant Envi and King's Butler Cain~

[pensymbols]

the whole entire percy and jason rivalry RR tried to persue in HoO was such a shit take because. it just doesn’t make any sense considering who both of these characters are?

Like the reason why the Thalia and Percy ‘rivalry’ they had going on in TTC worked so well was because of all the pre-existing tensions they had going on and just purely because Percy and Thalia were and still are very similar personality and character wise.

Which is why Percy’s And Jason’s whole entire rivalry thing was off because they’re character foils of eachother but they still believe and share core values. Like it would’ve worked if we had Jason and Percy fight over the good of everyone/saving everyone vs sacrifice and saving certain people but no instead we got Jason and Percy fighting over the stupidest shit.

And also the books they were fighting in were when Jason was at his peak I hate the gods and want to carve my own path moment which Percy relates to a lot so like??? they would’ve bonded over this fact like???

[aethergate]

i have too many vanitas headcannons that i just have rattle around in my head

[andromeda3116]

listen. listen.

head like a hole is absolutely sexier than closer. don't get me wrong, trent reznor whisper-singing i wanna fuck you like an animal is hot and it definitely does have a sexy beat until it goes on for a full minute and a half too long but the barely-restrained fury of no you can't take that away from me followed by the passionate scream of i'd rather die than give you control followed by the disdainful power of bow down before the one you serve is just. it's sexier! it's just sexier! it just is!

[wrongweaponsdrawn]

Tippet: You look just like... But you're not. Who the bloody hell are you!?

"Bennington": I'm your butler, sir. You've lost too much blood.

Tippet: Drop the act already, Narrator. You're not Sir Benjamin Bennington. He has a mole under his left eye.

(Now exposed, the imposter speaks in an all-too-familiar voice to the audience.)

The Narrator: You're observant. I can't believe I forgot.

(Taps the spot under their left eye to create a mole)

The Narrator: There, how do I look now?

(Source: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, "Separate Destinations")

[minarcana]

“Why do the Garleans get those fuckoff big hammers to fight with, but Gods forbid I try to steal one off of ‘em as a war prize or ask Cid if I can bribe him to build me one?! What’s a girl gotta do to get a meat tenderizer for someone’s face around here? They can’t be that much different from my axe. I’m gonna steal that green guy’s next time he crosses me. I deserve it more than him.”

[confused-alot]

thinkin about …….. we will commit wolf murder……… and billford ……. something’s terrorized my psyche to get even

[legends-and-savages]

Tag Dump

[dungeonenvy]

Me coming home at 4am with swords 😁

Me waking up with a house full of swords 😫

[fmascreencaps]

[rowarn]

cw: gun play, throat fucking with a gun im sorry, simon coming untouched, masturbation (reader) I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN SO unedited

simon with a gun kink that he's kept hidden would be crazy.

imagine ur big, beefy husband coming home after a long deployment. he's tense, his fists are clenched tight and it's clear he's got a ton of steam he needs to blow off.

at first, you expect a normal night together of him plowing you into the mattress so hard that the bed creaks and hits the wall with every thrust. the kind of fucking that leaves you trembling for 15 minutes after you've finished and cleaned up. the kind that has him pulling you into his arms to soothe and coo at.

but something is different this time.

he starts removing his gear one by one as usual but instead of removing the holster with his gun and safely placing it down, he unholsters the gun completely.

you're watching with bated breath as he unloads the weapon, carefully pulling it back and peering into the chamber. you're watching his hands move, admiring how strong his fingers are and how the veins in his hands bulge out with every movement

you deviously excited by the time he approaches you -- the gun still in his hand.

he brings it up, placing the nozzle against your chin, finger hovering off the the trigger. but you know how well-trained he is -- how good he is at his job. you know that he could have that finger on the trigger in a milisecond, faster than you would even be able to comprehend.

"open," he orders, a voice that sends shivers down your spine. it's firm, rough, authoritative. it's a tone you imagine he uses when he's on the field.

soliders bow to his every whim and you're no better. but unlike those who are trained to obey him because it's their job -- you obey him because you know if you do, you'll get the sweetest reward in the world; that thick, full cock still hidden in his pants.

your panties are already wet and sticky and your brain’s already feeling fuzzy by the time you open your mouth. 

the shock of cold is the first thing you recognize followed by the tang of metal as the weapon settles on your tongue. your lashes flutter as you look up at your husband, face still obscured by his balaclava but his pretty, brown eyes burn holes into you nevertheless.

he slowly and carefully slides the gun deeper into your mouth until it presses against the back of your throat and you involuntarily gag. a groan rips from his cheeks as he watches the tears gather on your lashline.

"that's it, pretty," he coos, "bet you wish that was my cock huh?" you nod your head as best you can with the weapon lodged in your throat, "maybe i'll give it to you if you put on a real nice show for me."

his words take a moment to register in your fuzzy brain but once they do, your hand is flying down between your legs at record speed. you slip it beneath the band of your panties, barely lifting his shirt that you're wearing out of the way so you can finally find relief in the ache that has settled in your cunt.

your folds are wet and sticky as they part around your fingers and you struggle to swallow around the gun in your mouth. there's no give to the metal and drool begins to dribble down your shin in long, thin strings.

simon's cock is hard, heavy and leaking against his thigh. this has been one of his best kept secrets, to watch you submit to his gun -- to the weapon he has used to murder countless people with.

and here you were, doing as you're told, throating his gun while you play with your pretty cunt. he can hear how wet you are, can see the way you desperately hump your own hand trying to get your fingers deeper and deeper. but they'll never feel as good as his, you both know this.

so all you can do is tearfully look up at him through clumped lashes as you choke and gag on the gun he continues to keep stuffed down your throat.

his cock throbs at the thought of being where his weapon is now. he envies it.

you mutter something, muffled and incomprehensible but he knows what you're saying. he can see the way your pupils blow out, hear the way your breathing grows erratic and choppy. you're trembling and breathless, messily jerking your hips into your own hand as you desperately look up at him -- begging for anything to push you over the edge.

his finger finally lands on the trigger of his gun and he sees your eyes widen but the desperate, teary look you give him only tells him more of what you need.

there's a muted, empty click when he pulls the trigger. the gun is empty, you both know this -- but it sends you over the edge anyway.

simons cock twitches and twitches, balls tight and heavy before he's spurting his load down his thigh at the sight of you cumming on your own fingers and moaning around his gun.

the hand holding the weapon trembles as he cums untouched at the entire scene. you pull your head back, gasping for air before pulling your hand out of your panties.

simon lurches forward, you don't even have time to react before he's taking the sticky, messy, cum-covered fingers into his mouth.

he's on top of you, pressing you down beneath his weight, the gun tossed and forgotten on the bed because now all he can think about is fucking you into the mattress. <3