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Doing a Helluva Boss rewatch and in epidode 1 Stolas can see Blitzø while they're talking on the phone through the bubbles in his bath. When he saved Blitzø and co from DHORKS and Blitzø asked how he knew they needed help and Stolas said he had his ways he meant that he was taking his dramatic little bad bitch bath and decided to check in on his Darling Blitzy only to see them getting their asses cornered by humans and immediately busted ass up to do some good old fashioned Demonic Possession

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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

intended for mature audiences, minors dni. specify muse if interacting with a multimuse.

what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

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He finally finds Ed lounging in the bed in the solarium, wearing a pair of pink lace panties, a matching cami that’s too small for his wide shoulders and tapered waist. And, to top off the ensemble, champagne opera-length gloves.

“That’s…” he pauses; takes a deep breath, “…not your usual color palette.“

“I thought I’d try something less conspicuous.”

“Did Deidre make you her Barbie for the evening?”

“How else were we supposed to celebrate Christopher Nolan crying on an empty museum floor?”

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What is dark within me, illumine.

John Milton, Paradise Lost

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everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section

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bro u knocked over his drink

read this fic that goes with this art!!

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Love me some Hellfire adopts Steve fanfics

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📷 4 new billboards in Texas — Stand with Palestine!

LEVE PALESTINA 🇵🇸

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AJSJJDKSJD THE QUILTING SHOW MY GMA WANTS TO GO TO HAS A “FREE TICKET FOR UNDER 30s” IM!!!!! that’s SO funny ?? They wanna encourage young ppl SO much to get into quilting

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I'm sure this is old news, but Oswald's notes are killing me, this petty bitch! The notes for Fish are no surprise, if a little teen serial killer-ish, and unfortunately I can't quite make out what Falcone's says, but Mayor James with the dunce hat saying "oink", Bullock's saying one thing to be replaced with the kill note, the newspaper photo of Bruce at his parents funeral with "cry baby Brucie". Its so catty. It's so unnecessary. Oswald, honey, c'mon now. And then Jim's label being "Stooge" with three exclamation marks because he's Dramatique like that and Barbara's labelled "lying slut." Gurl please, it's basically the Burn Book. Seriously, spot the difference.

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Fuck Israel and fuck everyone who still wants to pretend this is confusing or complicated. Is it really that hard to point out the "bad people" in a scenario where a multi-billion military apparatus is handcuffing and killing children and medical staff inside a fucking hospital?

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Evil and fucked up that we live in a world and era where it's not acceptable to carry a sword everywhere

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Redrew a scene from chapter 8 as a celebration for reaching 1k hits!

original text under cut

He could only hold onto the scratchy sheets as he asked, “ Edward, do you love me?” 

Edward flinched but didn’t look away, “ I like you.” 

“ But do you love me?” 

“ I’m not sure, but….” 

“ But?” 

Edward tugged at the seams of his pants— he’s going to dig another hole. Oswald wanted him to. He wants to sew it up again. 

“ I want to kiss you, I think,” Edward mumbled quietly, but it echoed loud, “ It’s uh— That’s… I just….”

Oswald swallowed. Heat radiated off Edward. Oswald felt cold and spread his legs at a wider angle, making some space for Edward to scoot close to him.

He held the fabric over Edward’s collarbone and tugged him closer, close enough that their noses briefly rubbed against each other. Edward exhaled nervously, and Oswald shivered as the air hit his upper lip. 

Gathering up his courage, Edward quickly pecked him on the lips. Soft and quick like a fly. It was different from the peacock in Don Falcone's garden. 

Oswald frowned. 

He took Edward’s hand and placed it on his cheek, “ Try again. Make it last a little longer.” 

Edward licked his lips nervously and moved in for a second kiss. He followed Oswald’s instructions, but his hand and lips hovered anxiously over him, barely touching him. Oswald pulled him in by the collar for a little more friction— it needed to hurt, to bruise.

Edward’s other hand came up to hold him, and Oswald allowed him. He licked Edward’s bottom lip, but there was no response, they were closed, firm and stubborn. 

He dared take a peek then, and realized Ed had his eyes open. Oswald sighed, pulling away a little, “ Am I your first kiss, Edward?” 

The tips of Edward’s ears turned red, “ I’m— Um— I’m sorry. I—” 

Oswald held Edward’s cheek softly, “ Just… close your eyes, and... open your mouth when I lick your lips. You have to move with me, like a dance” 

“ Like a dance…” Edward nodded, and his face warmed up under Oswald’s fingers. Otherwise, he regained some confidence and leaned in for a third kiss, closing his eyes this time. 

Edward was stiff against him, unsure and jittery. He tried his best, Oswald could tell, but their teeth kept clashing, Edward’s glasses kept slipping to hit his head, and he felt hands hover awkwardly over his love handles, unsure of what to do, but Oswald kept him close, urging him to kiss him over and over.

Suddenly, Oswald felt a sharp sting on his bottom lip, and Edward pulled away immediately. In the mess of the moment, Edward had bit him, and his bottom lip bled. 

“ I’m— I'm sorry, I uh,” Edward panicked and awkwardly used his thumb to wipe off the blood, “ I’m so so sorry.” 

“ Do that again.” 

“ What?” 

Oswald held the back of his neck, pulling him close, “ Again, please .” 

Edward nervously tapped over Oswald’s thigh before boldly, hungrily, closing the distance between. Edward did make a small hole in the lining of his pants, over his inner thigh. Oswald dug his thumb through it and pressed onto the warm skin underneath, widening the hole. As a result, Edward moaned deeply, and Oswald took the chance to lick into his mouth. 

The peacock made his hand bleed that day in Don Falcone’s garden. His mother chastised him as she wrapped up his finger, but his mother was gone, and that very finger was cut off.