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[smiling-stel]

He's my comfort, ur honor

[blog-of--the-bog]

Captain stimboard themed around (green and beige) nature and embroidery/sewing!! [Requested by @t4tgempearl due to voting for Capvers in THIS poll !!]

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[finchesslingshott]

can you draw ur fave member of hermitcraft :) any season is cool but particularly season10

and if ur caught up on the snails. one of the snails pls :3

i'm a grian stan (always have been, always will be) and the permit office bit has completely consumed my brain. still kinda sad its somewhat over *sniff* (unless..?)

anywho. take this old character sheet. sorry i took so long!! keep those requests coming!!!!

[balkanlila]

just rewatched 13 going on 30 ily matt dancing to talking heads

[cheriecoke]

@chuuyasboots IDK IF YOU'VE SEEN THIS BUT

mami soy tu vaquero 🐎

[axiliern]

lots of various tim robin drawings from the past few days!!!!

[arcane-gold]

i started origins again. this is pim. he was made to die

[sunkissedlouis]

Louis for his exclusive interview with Radio One International

[magicalcreeks]

I literally woke up for an hour thinking of Kon watching Tim eat cup of noodles for a few days straight… he doesn’t say anything at first… he’s silently observes. Eventually he goes to Ma and asks her to teach him how to make her bangin’ chicken noodle soup recipe. After some trial and error Kon finally makes the perfect soup.

The next time he sees Tim he doesn’t say anything. He just takes Tim’s noodles out of his hands, chucks it across the room and puts down a thermos prob covered in knockoff Superman stickers.

Tim and his discarded cup of noodles are like ???? and Kon goes :))) and floats away.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

with a hand on the back of your head and another holding your throat, nanami curses under his breath, the sight of you gagging around his cock so filthy that the usually composed man has his knees threatening to buckle from underneath him. 

sweat trickles from the side of his face and there’s a deep shade of blush spread across his nose and cheeks, hiding the freckles you love so much. even the tips of his ears burn, the pleasure blooming everywhere under his skin as he rocks his hips against your face. the first buttons of his dress shirt are undone, a few hickeys already starting to darken on his skin from you nipping at him before dropping to your knees. he’s been working so very hard, and you just want him to let off a little steam – he just needs a bit of a push sometimes. 

so with you sat on his lap, sucking on his earlobe while pleading for him to take a break, it was impossible for him to say no. how could he when he’s got an angel in his arms, playing with his hair and kissing his neck ever so sweetly – he’s a weaker man than he thinks. 

when you slithered down between his thighs and stared up at him with big, hungry eyes, he found himself loosening his tie, his mind already beginning to cloud with the nastiest thoughts. 

ghosting your fingers over the growing bulge in his slacks, you rested your head against his thigh with a mischievous smile etched onto your lips. “c’mon, ken… i want to make you feel good.”

your words come out as a purr, as a siren’s call – you always have been a little tease, always the one to make him break and crumble. 

so here he finds himself now – slacks pooling around his ankles and the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, trying his utmost best not to fill your mouth with cum after the first ten minutes like some damn teenager. his hair is a fucking mess, dusty blonde strands falling over his forehead no matter how many times he tries to push them back. he’s given up on it now, realizing that there are better things to be doing with his hands – the one on the back of your head, protects you from knocking against the wooden cupboard while the other rests on your neck, marveling the way his cock slides up and down your throat. 

it’s mesmerizing, the feeling of the bulge under the palm of his shaky hand. he’s in there, filling you up like nothing else and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. 

his pace is slow and steady, every roll of his hips has your nose nuzzling into his pubes, your chin pressing against his heavy balls. drool trickles from the corners of your mouth and it’s a sight to behold – it dribbles all the way down onto your thighs and from there on onto the floor and nanami can’t help but feel the coil in his stomach tighten faster than ever. you’re the only one that makes him feel like this, who manages to mold him to your own liking all while being down on your knees. 

the tip of your tongue tickles his balls and the growl he lets out makes you clench your thighs together. his shirt falls from between his teeth and he rushes to undo the rest of the buttons, desperate to get the material off of him, so he can give you his full attention once more. it’s exciting to see him this needy. 

you try to look up at him with him still down your throat and as a reward, he moves to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “you’re– you’re doing so good for me, darling.” 

his voice is raspier than ever and the praise that tumbles from his bitten lips has you moaning around his cock. his vision goes blurry for a moment as the pleasure overwhelms his senses. you’re something else. 

you’re fucking perfect. 

the ache in your knees fades in your mind as you get to watch him unravel above you. his strokes become more languid; he pulls out only a little before pushing back in, his tip reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust he makes. he wants to stay inside you, he wants to stay there forever. 

squirming below him, you screw your eyes shut and try to focus on your breathing – but as he stays slotted deep down your throat, it’s getting harder and harder and you can’t hold back the few tears that have been brimming at your lashline.

“f–fuck, i’m sorry, sweetheart… i– “

he feels you struggling, but doesn’t pull out even an inch, only grinding his hips into your face as if he was fucking your tight little hole instead. you claw at the backs of his thighs, your nails marking up his sensitive skin as you gag around him. but nanami’s mindful not to go too far, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss the moment your scratching should turn into tapping instead. as much as he’s enjoying himself, he’d rather die than to hurt you.

he waits for your signal but when it doesn’t come, he presses himself even further down your throat, moaning loudly when you gag around him. his blonde pubes stick to your skin, your spit acting as glue between you. 

your mouth is so fucking warm and tight and, fuck– the obscene sounds that fill his ears are making him lose his mind. you feel divine and it has him wondering what ever did he do to deserve a lover like you. 

all it takes is two pats against his thighs and he’s pulling away, his eyes locked onto your face as you gasp for air. crystalline droplets brim in the corners of your eyes and run over the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind salty remainders of your hard work. your lips are swollen and covered in a mixture of his precum and your own spit. trying to catch your breath, you take a moment before looking back up at him. 

the way his lips part in a silent groan the second you make eye-contact, his chest rising and falling as he strokes his fat cock right in front of your face. there’s still a strand of spit connecting the two of you, from your lips to his tip, and nanami wants to hate how big of an effect such a small thing can have on him. it’s romantic. 

you look ruined. 

he thinks you look absolutely fucking beautiful.

leaning down, he presses a fiery kiss to your lips as a thank you, as another form of praise. he loves the way you taste and they way you feel against him. 

you breathe into his mouth. “more…” 

nanami squeezes his fist around his base, another groan falling from him as he pulls away from you. the grin on your face, the hearts in your eyes and the love pooling on your tongue are more than enough to have him taking in a sharp intake of air – you reach out to him, gentle fingers wrapping around his way bigger ones as you guide him back to your mouth. your heavenly lips. 

as embarrassing as it is, it only takes another few minutes for him to cum down your throat with a loud, deep groan. he holds your neck just as before, feeling the way his own cock twitches inside of you as he gives you his all. 

there’s so much of it that despite you swallowing around him a couple of times, it still pours out from the corners of your mouth, turning you into an even bigger mess than before. but it’s not like you mind – this is exactly what you wanted in the first place. he’s panting like a dog above you, face red as a tomato as he bucks his hips into your mouth one last time. 

the sound that leaves his lips as he finally pulls out resembles a whimper and he lets out a sheepish chuckle, a bit flustered that you managed to pull that out of him. but then again…

it is you. 

his beloved, his love – the one who knows him the best, the one who knows what he needs without ever having to ask. you read him like an open book and he couldn't be more grateful. you're more than he could've asked for. hoped for.

and he loves you.

[defenderassemble]

something something about the night changing

[wwwecom]

RRAGAHAGRHEGEKHEH

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stareater!jimmy and joel just make me go

/pos

Here! Doodle of them especially for you!!!

[thamepo]

William Jakrapatr as Thame in episode 4.

[fitzjawbone]

- Sir, he was no one's first choice for this expedition.

- Francis, do you know how I was appointed to this expedition?

[ijustloveobeymeok]

Mammon idolizes Lucifer. He idolizes Lucifer so so much. And it's almost bittersweet to watch because the both of them are basically two sides of the same coin.

Lucifer, although he'll never admit out loud, cares an extreme lot for his brothers. He lets them get into trouble because they deserve it, and once the line is crossed, he intervenes and saves them. He punishes them and scolds them, but he earns the praise and respect of his brothers.

Mammon, similar to Lucifer would also rather die than admit about caring for his brothers. But he wears his heart on his sleeves and cannot hide it. But on the contrary, he gets into trouble. Sometimes it's to protect his brothers, other times it's to help them take their minds of something. But usually he ends up in deeper trouble, attracting his brothers' scorn.

Mammon tries to step up, but Lucifer does it better. After all, it's Lucifer we're talking about. Lucifer, Pride, the embodiment of perfection and nothing less.

And Mammon is just Greed. He wants, and he wants, and he resorts to tricks to try and get them. But he wasn't blessed with caution like Levi or a fearful ability to scheme like Satan and Belphegor.

He's careless and troublesome, but he has a good heart. The most caring heart amongst the 7 of them.

I was going somewhere with this but midway I got really sad for Mammon and trailed off...

[noreemii]

MYCHAEL MY BELOVED 🍄🍄

I wanted a wallpaper of him, hell yeah. ✨

🍄I REALLY LOVE HOW @deerspherestudios DOES THE BACKGROUNDS, AAAAA!!! ✨✨✨