#where my army at??

[westywallowing]

snippets from my miraculous Fruits Basket au :))

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[boarloved-art]

at all times i am thinking about wei wuxians outfit changing between being picked up by the lans on dafan mountain, and being dragged back to cloud recesses. did they go clothes shopping. let us see the shopping montage mxtx. please.

edit: continuation heree

[jel-jel-jel]

it's marinacht-ober. time for bad end

[royaltea000]

[jttw swk oc children] tried out giving them some new clothes but I dunno bout this one… 🤔

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

All I can think about recently is that there are three main career options for Grishaverse main characters:

A) Child soldier

B) Criminal

C) ✨Both✨

[maculategiraffe]

if you ever decide to write a story with alternating chapter viewpoints where one viewpoint takes place in the "present day" and the other takes place in the recent past and you decide to cleverly differentiate by writing half the chapters in present tense and the other half in past tense, please be aware that you are creating a task for yourself analogous to when venus dumped ten tons of mixed seeds and grains on the ground and told psyche to sort them by type, except the seeds and grains are instances of verbs you accidentally wrote in the wrong tense

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 6: Happy Ending

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ ruined orgasm 𖤐 swiss&dewdrop ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; dew gets a handjob that’s too fast and too tight ❥ warnings; ruined orgasm, it doesn’t feel good but dew asked for it, crybaby!dewdrop, he cries a whole lot, it’s all consensual ❥ authors note; based on these crybaby!dew thoughts ;))) ❥ wc; 1.8k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𖤐 check out the art cee did based on this; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐

it’s a pre ritual, ritual, of sorts. papa talks, awkwardly albeit, doing his best to be a hype man while the ghouls sit and listen, occasionally nodding their heads to show that they’re listening to their leader. swiss is listening, his head is tilted down though, his fingers busying themselves with rolling up his uniform shirt sleeves as he leans on an empty equipment box 

if swiss wasn’t listening he might’ve noticed dewdrop squirming across from him, the smaller ghoul perched on the edge of an identical box. if swiss wasn’t so busy with his sleeves he also would’ve noticed dew sliding his palm over the very noticeable tent in his uniform trousers, but, swiss is busy so he’s not paying any attention to dewdrop, much to the fire ghouls disappointment 

“so, uh, just go out there and do your best, yes?” papa finishes his speech, raising one of his eyebrows and giving the ghouls a thumbs up, effectively dismissing them. a quiet murmur passes over the group, ghouls standing and stretching their legs out, ready to make their way to the stage 

swiss goes to follow, tilting his head from one side to the other before stepping away from the box to fall in with the single file line of ghouls following papa. he would be the penultimate ghoul, leaving dewdrop to bring up the rear but the fire ghoul has a rather pressing issue that just won’t, can’t, wait until after the show

dewdrop loops his thin fingers around swiss’ wrist and tugs hard, forcefully turning the larger ghoul towards him, “swiss,” he hisses quietly, peeking around swiss to make sure everyone is still walking away from them, out of earshot, “help,”

“help with what?” swiss hisses back, bending ever so slightly to hover over dew. their very obvious size difference is suddenly even more noticeable. sharp golden eyes burn into dew, forcing him to shrink away, his fingers dropping from around swiss’ wrist 

before dewdrop can answer verbally, his hips jerk forward, a clumsy movement that swiss notices. bright eyes travel downwards, terribly slowly and dew can’t help but shudder when swiss’ eyes widen as he watches dew’s clothed cock kick, a little damp patch starting to darken the fabric 

“you-”

both of their bodies jerk slightly when a voice echos around them, a reminder that they need to be on the stage in less than five minutes. immediately, the warning makes dew’s blood run cold, a sense of urgency and desperation flowing through his veins fast

“you’ll have to wait,” swiss whispers, straightening his body, his hands smoothing over his uniform. dew, however, doesn’t move. he stays planted in his spot, staring up at swiss helplessly but to his dismay, the multi ghoul just shrugs at him and turns to leave 

“no, i can’t,” dew physically winces at the tone in his voice, a high whine that they both know all too well, as he grabs at swiss, nimble fingers pinching at the fabric around his waist, “swiss, i-i can’t,” 

tears threaten to spill, an awful burn lingering in the back of dew’s throat as he pleads, begs, swiss to do something, anything to help him out. a timer in his head counts down, time rapidly fleeting as they stand still, swiss turned away and dew still pathetically pawing at him

“fucking lucifer,” swiss huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards the smaller ghoul. he shoves at dew, walking him backwards until they’re mostly hidden between equipment trunks, “c’mon then,”

there’s nothing gentle about swiss’ movements as he shoves dew’s pants down around his thighs, freeing the fire ghouls cock and exposing it to the cold air around them causing dew to hiss, his little fists clenching at his sides 

swiss, unfortunately, doesn’t have time for foreplay. doesn’t have time to take in how dew’s cock is flushed a gorgeous deep shade of red, how thick pre leaks from his ruddy head or how dew stares up at him, his breathing slow and shallow with anticipation and maybe just a hint of excitement 

he also doesn’t have time to prep dew in any way, can’t get his cock all slick and wet so the slide of his fist is easy, or at least, bearable. so, as he wraps a cold hand around dew’s dry cock and starts to jerk, dew yelps

“hey wa-”

“shut up,” swiss hisses against dew’s ear, pressing right up against the side of the fire ghouls body until dew is trapped between him and a box, the metal edging on it biting into the back of dew’s thighs, “you wanted this,”

“but,” dew manages to get one single word out before swiss clamps a hand over his mouth. the fire ghoul gasps, as best he can, his body jerks and tears start to slip down his cheeks 

it’s all far too overwhelming. the tight dry slide of swiss’ hand over his sensitive skin, the time limit they’re on and the fact that anyone could wander back and catch them, makes dew sweat, his compression shirt feeling awfully constricting around his body 

“you asked for this,” swiss whispers, squeezing even tighter around the tip of dew’s weeping cock, his fingers starting to get slick and sticky as they slide against dew’s slit, “didn’t you?”

dew’s head tilts back, hot tears running down his face earnestly now, while he tries his best to nod his head. the rest of his body is rigid, too scared to move incase swiss turns around and leaves him there, dripping pre into a puddle on the floor

suddenly, the same voice from before shouts out again. this time though, the reminder is for three minutes, instead of five. dew’s eyes widen, his brows pulling at the center of his forehead. he tries to speak but it just comes out as a sad muffled sound against swiss’ hand 

his desperation must be felt by swiss though, the multi ghoul rolls his eyes and removes his hand from dew’s cock, ignoring the way dew growls quietly, to spit into his palm, “fucking hell dew,” he grunts, the stupidity of what he’s doing really starting to set in 

swiss’ hand returns to its place, wrapped tight around dew’s cock but his pace quickens tenfold. his fist flies over dew’s length, from root to tip with a sickening slide causing a pained, ah ah ah, to leave dew’s mouth, his hot breath fanning over swiss’ sweaty palm but swiss doesn’t relent

the underlying problem comes to the surface fast, hits dew like a runaway train, none of it feels good. the heat in his stomach doesn’t spread slowly, the coil doesn’t tighten gently. it all happens utterly too fast, dancing on the wrong side of pain but still, he needs it and that revelation makes him sob

fat tears stream down his face, wetting swiss’ hand at his mouth before dripping down onto his uniform. his lashes clump together and the saltiness starts to burn his cheeks, it all just feels wrong 

“sw-iss,” dew hiccups, his chest raising and falling in an uneven rhythm. his hand flies back, knuckles turning white as he grips onto the edge of the box he’s sat on. if his brain wasn’t melting out of his ears, he would be able to register the way the sharp metal digs painfully into the pads of his fingers 

a slick wet sound fills the space between them, swiss’ eyes flickering down just in time to see dew’s cock throb, a thick bead of pre bubbling from his slit and then his gaze returns, burning into the side of the fire ghouls head until dew’s cheeks heat further, flushing violently hot

“hurry up and fucking cum, we don’t have time,” swiss grits out between clenched teeth, his own composure starting to slip as panic sets in, they really don’t have time for this but they’re far past the point of no return now

but, swiss knows dew is close. the way dew’s eyelids droop, stuck between open and shut. the way his stomach is clenching underneath his uniform. the way his cock is pulsing in swiss’ palm. the way his hips are starting to buck, meeting swiss’ movements on every other jerk, are all very telling things that signal to dew’s end 

and then, not a moment too soon, dew wails, shouts ever so loudly that swiss mentally thanks lucifer himself for his hand muffling the noise. with a searing burn and little to no satisfaction, dew’s orgasm rattles through his lithe body 

his cock throbs pitifully as cum dribbles, almost miserably, from his slit. swiss lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing tight at dew’s tip until a thick stream of cum runs over his fingers

dew hisses as it all happens, a coil snapping horribly in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut, forcing hot tears to slip down his cheeks, dripping from his jaw to mix with the small puddle of cum between his boots 

swiss does his best to work the fire ghoul through it as fast as he can but someone starts counting down from sixty seconds and it forces his hands away from dew’s body slightly too soon 

“fuck swiss,” dew grizzles, letting swiss wipe at his eyes with one of his sleeves while dew tries to pull his pants back up, “ouch, s-shit,” he grimaces as he tucks his sensitive cock into his pants, the fabric feeling wholly too rough against his chafed skin

“think the word you’re looking for is thanks,” swiss points out, though it’s light, easy, nothing meant by it. dew glares at him anyway though, earning himself a grin from the multi ghoul, “let’s go,”

“fourty, thirty nine,..”

dew grumbles, wiping at the stream of tears that won’t seem to stop as he follows swiss on wobbly legs, “thanks,” he finally huffs, managing to match swiss’ speed, even though he has to take three times as many steps as his taller counterpart 

swiss doesn’t reply, his mouth busy cleaning and licking cum from his fingers as they draw closer to the rest of their pack, the tallest of the ghouls eyeing them suspiciously, “where were you two?” mountain asks, turning everyone’s attention to swiss and dew, the latter still crying softly to himself 

“nowhere,” swiss answers nonchalantly, his shoulders rolling as someone shoves his mask into his hands, dew getting his thrown to him. his answer may not satisfy anyone’s nosiness but there’s no time for more questions as they slip their masks on, finally ready 

“fifteen, fourteen..,”

a guitar is passed to dewdrop and then the ghouls step out onto the stage, hidden by fabric draped from the ceiling to the floor, “promise when the shows finished i’ll make you cum properly,” swiss mumbles to dew, sliding past him to go in separate directions

dew blinks through his mask, swallowing thickly underneath black fabric as he’s stuck watching swiss clambering up onto his little stage before winking down at him, “promise i’ll really make you cry,”

“ten, nine,..”

for the first time ever, dewdrop can’t wait for the show to be over and it hasn’t even begun yet 

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

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[eobe]

Unforseen continuation for Captain Gregor‘s faces – Part 5 😀 So this might happen, if you get Captain Gregor into flirting mode! 🤩

But maybe you caught him unaware and he got embarrassed, trying to hide some blushing behind the katarn bucket and posing in innate coolness at the same time (I bet he planned this for a long time only waiting for an opportunity) so that nobody would see the gear whirring panic how to proceed 😎

It‘s just fun and some brainrot, but I celebrated the ‚Flirtation Mask‘ from this reblog here so hard and I had the inspiration from it gone wild in my mind and started to rampage for getting out of my brain and show it to you! Background summary: It was spelled ‚filtration mask‘ 😀 Thank you @clonethirstingisreal for bringing up what you accidentally read, it obviously occupied my brain 😁🙏

Enjoy the flirtation mask process:

😂 hiding as fast as possible, getting more time to save his life I guess?

Flirtation mask visor light going bwwwwwwssssss 👀✨What is more dangerous? Get into Crosshair‘s crosshair or get hit by this one?

So 😂 I know it’s just silly and my humor but no one can stop me 😎 Tell me what you think about it?

I consider this as one of his faces now and add it to the Captain Gregor‘s faces project as part 6 😁

Taglist: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple

[inamindfarfaraway]

The Exorcists’ Masks of Virtue

The vast majority of Exorcists in Hazbin Hotel have a notable design element that other angels don’t: their masks are missing an eye. Specifically, the right eye.

I believe this is a reference to the Bible, Matthew 5:29. Jesus says, “If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

He’s being hyperbolic. Mr Free Healthcare was not pro-mutilation. What he means is that you have to be willing to make sacrifices to prevent sin. The context of the eye metaphor is him condemning adultery and warning that even something as easy, casual and small as a look full of lustful intent can lead to further, worse sin if you don’t notice your sin, hold yourself accountable for it and do the work to not let it influence your decisions. This will probably be hard. It could be very, very painful. Changing your perspective can feel as horrible as plucking out your eye, so many people can’t bring themselves to do it. But although it won’t feel that way in the moment, it’s healthier for our general wellbeing in the long run to abandon traits and behaviours that damage ourselves and/or others.

(You may notice that Jesus’s teaching that you can have sinned, redeem yourself by giving up sin and thus escape damnation is the founding principle of the Hazbin Hotel. You may also notice that it contradicts everything the Exorcists believe.)

The Exorcists seem to follow this idea of painfully excising badness for the sake of the greater good devoutly to the point of placing it above teachings like ‘Thou shalt not kill’, with their job being to remove sin, in the form of sinners, to protect Heaven. Hence the missing right eyes. They’re a declaration of moral righteousness and inability to stumble.

But the truth is that the Exorcists all have their right eyes. Their flawlessness is a facade. Underneath, they are untouched, think themselves morally untouchable and, as shown by their horror and outrage when even one of them is killed, would much rather be physically untouchable too. This perfectly represents their complete unwillingness to acknowledge their own faults, let alone improve. They are never the ones who sacrifice. They force the sinners to sacrifice and don’t compensate it with any salvation. They metaphorically rip out the sinners’ eyes, but still condemn their entire bodies as inherently, permanently sinful. So they’ll just have to do another Extermination to get the other eyes! And another one to cut off their right hands! And so on until there’s nothing left.

The only exception to the rule is Vaggie, both in appearance and character. Her mask has the left eye crossed out instead. Even before her expulsion, she’s set apart to the audience as an Exorcist who has the capacity to, shall we say, see a different side of things. Her mask having its ‘sinful’ right eye reflects her understanding that the Exorcist worldview is wrong.

When she almost kills a demon child, her hateful vision clears. She discards the part of herself that’s an unquestioning, merciless agent of death, terror and grief… and as punishment for what Lute perceives as treacherous weakness, gets her eye plucked out.

Of course Lute leaves her with only the ‘sinful’ eye. It brands Vaggie forever as the inversion, a perversion, of what the Exorcists are meant to be.

You know, all this talk of eye removal in the Bible reminds me of another line - ‘an eye for an eye’. Adam directly quotes it in “Hell is Forever”. He uses it to frame the Exterminations as Old Testament-style punitive justice; the sinners did harm and so they receive it. But putting aside the debate about how ethical the concept of revenge is, the entire point of taking an eye for an eye is that it’s proportional. The punishment fits the crime. If someone cuts your eye out, you shouldn’t murder their whole family in front of them and then slowly disembowel them to death. That would be the sin of wrath. You should just make them pay without excessive pain or collateral damage. This is the fairest form of revenge.

The Exorcists don’t do that! The Exterminations aren’t proportional to the wrongs of all they hurt, nor was Vaggie’s brutal punishment equivalent to her extremely mild insubordination. Lute literally takes Vaggie’s eye, and more, after Vaggie does nothing to her! That’s the opposite of the phrase! Adam and his soldiers are wrathful and cruel, deriving satisfaction from others’ suffering. But they just can’t stop going on and on about how disgustingly evil the sinners are, in total hypocrisy… despite some of the sinners being far better people than the genocidal Exorcists are… it’s like they’re obsessed with specks of dust in the sinners’ eyes when they have massive logs stuck in their own. Oh hey, that’s in the Bible too!

[jaybirdscoffee]

gay people will really just fight an army of the undead together instead of going on a real date

[a-mirror-of-memories]

Not the last Airbender Au

From Kyoshi’s novels we learned that Air Nomads can lose their bending by neglecting their spiritual side and clinging to earthy desires and that’s exactly what happened to the survivors of the genocide who managed to stay hidden. Even if they wanted to cling to what was left of their culture their fear for theirs and their loved ones lives shackled them like anything else. Wanting to preserve at least a little of their heritage some Air Nomads went to great lengths to painstakingly write down every airbending form, dish, book, plant, festival or anecdote they still remembered; then they hid them away with the hope that they’ll be found only when the war’s finally over and their descendants could start to rebuild their lives. Others decided to pass their stories the oral way, sharing their culture with their children in secret even if they couldn’t fully embrace it as non benders.

But the children, not fully understanding the tragedy they were living been so young, weren’t always non benders.

Not all their children and not on every generation but airbending keep finding its way back and refused to be erased without a trace. After 100 years of war what was left of the Air Nomads culture was small and hidden away but against all odds was still fighting for survival.

Some parents cried when they saw their kids’ airbending for the first time, passing down everything they could even if it should forever be kept a secret from everyone else. Others were terrified of the danger it implied, punishing and beating the child until they were unable to create anything stronger than a small breeze. But there were still those who the war had turned cruel, who saw such children as something disgusting that should be destroyed before anyone found out.

It was exactly the later situation that prince Zuko stumbled upon only a few months after been exiled.

[bil-daddy]

Nice.

Also. Show of hands. Who here is not a bot? Cause I feel like some of ya'll might be bots

(Looking at you @nuttyconnoisseurperson)

(platonic)

[in-tua-deep]

Pictures taken before a disaster

(womble cramming his entire body under the chair at the vet)

[mrs-n-uzumaki]

Erik stares with incredible wonder, who is this boy?