#👁|at the gates

[onecoolbee]

People are sleeping on Lae'zel. Sure she is always intense, often inpatient, a bit violent. BUT she is ride or die from the beginning. She's the only companion that is upfront with you, doesn't lie or hide anything. She is risking it all by breaking established protocol by taking you along to find the creche to be purified. Admires your confidence and conviction. And she will one day invite you to watch a sunrise, speak fuckin poetry from her heart, and look at you like this and call you "my joy," sooo

[riense]

Day 14 | Emerald Grove

[imperial-agent]

Screenshots of Wyll 1/∞

[pinkyjulien]

[ratwithhands]

I was listening to So Much (For) Stardust and accidentally had too many thoughts in one sitting so we have another AU concept. I don't have a solid name yet so I've just been calling Team Supernova AU.

Long story short:

Ghetsis freezes over Unova's major cities, taking most survivors hostage to join Team Plasma, and leaving several thousands dead from the frost

Emmet, Elesa, and others try fending off the Plasma Frigate in Nimbasa but ultimately lose with injuries (Emmet got frozen on his right side)

Emmet takes as many survivors as he can into the tunnels, later joining other groups to his and forming Team Supernova in resistance to Team Plasma

Ingo went missing about a year prior to all of this, so Emmet has already spent a lot of time alone. The only pokemon he has left is Ingo's Chandelure, as the rest did not survive the invasion. He's generally very cold and shut off emotionally as a result, and doesn't really express himself like he used to.

I'll drop more details later, right now the AU in early concept stages so it's essentially a bundle of "what would this be like" and "what if this happened" and "this could be cool". If I have time I'll drop some of the other uniform designs later. Anyways have a good night, see ya.

[tendermiasma]

Uh . . .Nsft question. What'd Clover think about Halsin's knot the first time?

Oh it's a LOT to handle, especially since he doesn't have any experience, but Clover loves him and Halsin is as patient and helpful as he can be :) They got through it :)

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

"I'll look forward to the next 'Last Kiss', and the one after that."

[josiwonderland]

[hellaverse-kinblog]

Official Hellaverse kin blog!

Seeing as so many blogs hate Hazbin/Helluva and refuse to do them as sources, here we are! Your rescuers! No need to thank us, we know we're great.

Asks are: open!

Sinners in the inbox: 3!

Queued: 0!

Information on what we will/won't do, DNI, guide to requesting, and info about the mods under the cut!

About the mods:

We are all technically one person! We're one guy who kinshifts a lot, but since we're all so distinct, we're gonna refer to us all as different mods! Plus, it's fun.

Mod Angie 💉 - He/It/♡, I like pink and gore ♡♡♡

Mod Bastion 🪡 - He/Him, I like, um, Alastor, I guess? And dolls.

Mod Husk ♠️ - He/Him, I like cards.

Mod Rosie 🥩 - She/It, I like people!

Mod Val ❤️‍🔥 - He/It, I like fashion and showing off. ❤️

Mod Vel 👠 - She/It, I like fashion too, and I really like being the PR girl.

Mod Vox 📺 - He/It, also the owner of @voxtagram--8k, I like myself.

Mod Adam 🦴 - He/him. I like girls and music.

Mod Lucifer 🐍 - He/him! I like ducks, I guess. And my daughter.

Guide to requesting: Right here!

DNI: Literally no one. As a singlet, we have no stance on endos, we don't give a shit about mspec gays/lesbians (and why do you? Let people live.), and we don't mind getting hate. If we have a funny enough response, we might even post it!

What we'll do:

Icons, replycons, edits (like of the official refs of the characters), wallpapers, moodboards, stimboards, fashion kits, care kits, kinfessions, canon calls

What we won't do:

Tarot readings/pendulums, playlists

Other things we won't do:

Explicit abuse, explicit NSFW (suggestive is fine, we just don't wanna do that), heavy gore (some is fine, like if you want guts/meat in your mood/stimboard), SH (for mood/stimboards) (obviously none of this applies to kinfessions, kinfess whatever you want and we'll delete as we see fit)

Whitelist:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Anything Hellaverse related

Blacklist:

Literally anything else

Tag list:

welcome to hell! 🔥 - Ask answered

speak of the devil! 🔱 - Mod posts

someone needed some help! 👑 - Request accepted

do i go to double hell? 💔 - Request denied

go to hell! already there darling! 💌 - Hatemail

luci's listening... 🍎 - Kinfession

it's a happy day in hell! 🐍 - Canon call

(^ These two get their own special tags)

spawn of satan 👁 - Completed request

straight from the pride ring ❗️ - Request skipped the queue

through the gates of hell ⭕️ - Queued request

Main disclaimer: We're a human being. We won't be available all the time. We're gonna try our damnedest, though.

[bg3screenshotdump]

I kind of hate that all Tavs have the 'Baldurian' tag 🥲

[mhbcaps]

on to my second playthrough, this time with otiscam 👀

[vullcanica]

D&D classes (and some races) for my OCs by popular demand:

Nikodemus - Fuck-off old human wizard. Either School of Necromancy or Transmutation, with perhaps some multiclass dips into mystic (Order of the Immortal). Power over energy, life and death either way.

Avita - Sorceress, Divine Soul origin. Aasimar blood dormant on her father Nikodemus' side. Some dips into druid and warlock levels too.

Silas - CENTAUR DRUID. Circle of the Shepherd centaur druid, to be precise. He's so cinderella coded AND half-critter anyway, should be allowed to talk to critters 😔 Favoured wildshape (just to vibe in) is an elk. Fox companion.

Daniel - One of the legendarily hilarious examples of bad character creation in D&D. A posh, uptight and modest half-elf bard. Zero rizz. College of Glamour. Violinist. Yes I know a low charisma bard is essentially useless, he fits the bill. Gets his hands on some Tomes of Leadership eventually, literally reads himself into confidence.

Sally - Human fighter, close quarters shooter style. Gunslinger archetype (it's an unofficial subclass but give me a break). You know she has that heat on her.

Vanya - Vampire Rogue but make it the Inquisitive or Mastermind archetypes and pair that with some scholarly background like Investigator or Anthropologist.

Constance - Guardian Paladin. Watchers oath. I'll only tentatively touch on race for Constance and... warforged? But don't ask why he looks so human. Don't ask who forged him either.

Angel - Green dragonborn rogue turned ranger (long story..). Unarmed fighting style (who needs weapons when you fuckin lorge). Poison breath fits with his original lore somewhat.

And uh. Lumen's likely some sort of boss monster, she really doesn't fit into any class OR race. Just a funky guy in your way. Very happy to be released from the mortal coil and back into the cosmic.

This doesn't mean i'm giving them all a d&d verse (although.. do tell me if something catches your eye), it's just a fun little thing i'm doing!

[krytus]

u guys gonna read my story when i release it 😩 be honest

[pinkyjulien]

━ Halsin 🐻

[specialmoogakii]

I had a silly idea that Tav belong to our modern world and got teleported into baldur's gate 3,so they were basically forced to learn to adapt. Slowly get better and better at everything until they had to return to their world. (Gale totally promised to find a way to connect these two worlds even.. if it is a little impossible but still wants to try. The others are totally sad about tav going away indefinitely)

Then these "weirdos" got somehow teleported in tav's house and its their turn to learn how to adapt into this universe until they figure out a way back (or.. they don't want to go back because tav is there with them👁👁). Imagine the chaos in tav's poor house and the possibly weird questions Tav have to answer LOLOL.

This silly idea can be used by anyone (tag me if you want to do it plz) since im not an avid fanfic writer as i used to be.

[3d-wifey]

toxic (yandere) baseball player eren and the girl he'd kill for? 👁🫦👁

You Say I'm in Love (I Say You're A Fool)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x tutor!reader Synopsis: There are many things Eren loves. Word Count: 1.3k Warning: smut, an argument could be made for manipulation, eren is in denial, riding, car sex, overstimulation (reader and eren receiving) A/N: I wrote this in 30 minutes and it shows.

Tag list: @scoven

There are many things Eren loves.

The way his calves burn and lungs heave as he runs from base to base. The resounding cracking noise the bat makes as it hits the baseball. Even the way the infield dirt stains his pants as he slides in to touch the base before a tag out.

But if there's one thing Eren can confidently say he's in love with, it's being between your legs.

It's a known fact that Eren isn't looking for a relationship. He's far too focused on getting scouted. His brother is in the major leagues, after all. So renowned that he has a pitch named after him. It only makes sense that he'd follow in his footsteps.

So, despite the dozens of girls who throw themselves at him and crowd the stands at every game just to get a glimpse of him, he isn't looking for anything serious.

And that fact doesn't change when he starts failing a few classes and his coach makes him take up tutoring with you, his daughter.

It doesn't change the first time he fingers you in his jeep as he drives you to your dorm. It doesn't change whenever he makes you read from a textbook as he eats you out under one of the rickety library tables.

It definitely doesn't change whenever he drags you to the dugout after practice and fucks you so hard that an imprint of the gates is left against your cheek. But you don't mind. His good girl, always so eager to please him.

But when did you become his?

Maybe it was when he warned all his teammates that you were off limits and told them in no uncertain terms that he'd break their fucking fingers they'd have to deal with him if he saw any of them sniffing around you. Or when he didn't see you in the crowd cheering him on at one of his games, and he found himself sending you a few concerned texts.

Ren💚: r u comin?

Ren💚: hello??????

Ren💚: did something happen?

Ren💚: y aren't u answering ur phone???

Ren💚: where the fuck are u?

Ren💚: r u with some1?

Ren💚: I swear to God I'll kill them.

Ren💚: You have till the second inning to be in the stands before I come to you.

Turns out you just overslept with your phone on silent.

Regardless, it's becoming a problem. He can't even get off to porn unless the girl looks like you and even that stops working after a while. Sleeping with anyone else is out of the question. So maybe he has to resort to scrolling through your Instagram when he finds himself in need of inspiration.

Eren's room is pitch black other than the bright light from his phone reflecting off his bare chest. His left-hand holds his phone as he scrolls your page from a burner account while his right hand palms his dick through his sweat pants.

His breath hitches as he stumbles upon the perfect post. It's from last summer when you and your family went to the beach. You were clad in a baby blue bathing suit with little white clouds. He's quick to push his sweatpants down his thighs and take himself in hand.

You had just gotten out of the ocean when you had someone take the photo for you. His pace speeds up as his eyes trace the salty drops of water that dripped down your skin, dipping between your cleavage and between your thighs. He imagines what it would be like to fuck you in that cute, little swimsuit, pushing the crotch of your bottoms aside to go down on you and his hips buck into his hand.

He swipes to the next picture of the set, you on your hands and knees, presumably, playing in the sand as you smile up at the camera, and Eren feels his orgasm ripping through him.

All things considered, his problem with you could be worse.

At least that's what he thinks until he realizes you're eager to please everyone, not just him. Always happy to help, always jumping at the opportunity to be praised, and under normal circumstances, maybe Eren would find it cute or funny, but now it's just fucking annoying.

The team is up for an away game against their rivals and your schedule has finally opened up enough to hang out with Eren after his game. Both of you had been pretty busy, you with midterms and him with practice. He'd never admit this to anyone but you even with a gun to his head, but he's been missing you more than he's missed anything in his entire life. So when you tell him you have to cancel because Jean apparently told your dad he needed some tutoring, he's rightfully pissed off.

Not at you, of course. You're practically in tears when you tell him. It's obvious you don't want to do this, which only fuels his anger.

That piece of shit. Jean is the last fucking person to need help with his homework. Hell, he graduated salutatorian in high school—second only to Armin.

This isn't about grades. He's doing this shit to get under his skin. Is he really this desperate for Eren's sloppy seconds?

He can't stop you from going, but he can send you off with a message.

He has fifteen minutes before he needs to be in the locker room, but you showed up wearing one of his old jerseys and he's already half-hard at the idea of you being in the stands cheering him on with 'Jaeger' printed on your back in big, bold, white letters. Making it known to everyone who you belong to.

And Jean overstepping his bounds pisses him the fuck off. Two birds, one stone. Besides, he doesn't need to be there when the team goes over the play, he's the one who made it.

His pants are pulled down to his thighs and you're bare from the waist down, wearing nothing but his jersey. He grips your hips tight, fucking little gasps out of you. One of your hands claps his shoulder while the other holds the car handle for dear life. Your cheeks are wet, almost as wet as you've made his lap.

He's overstimulated you both, a ring of white, frothy cum grows at the base of his shaft with each downward swing of your hips. That painful pleasure tightens his balls every time your sensitive walls spasm around his equally sensitive cock.

"E-Eren, I—fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhh—” You cut yourself off with a moan that slithers around his spine, pushing him to go faster, harder, deeper. This position is perfect, you're practically boneless over him as the head of his dick punches your g-spot.

"One more, baby. Just, hah, give me one more." And you nod your head from where you're crying into his neck. You leave his skin wet with tears and spit as you bite at him to muffle yourself. He doesn't have the heart to tell you each twinging bite is only making him harder, the grind of your canines that'll surely leave blotches and maybe even thin pricks of blood only makes him feel like he could fuck you for hours—days even! It feels too good, your pussy is too good to leave alone. A fact that Jean will never know.

"Mhm, okay, Ren." Despite your fatigue, your hips shift towards him, rutting your clit against his happy trail like you can't help yourself. "One more. One, uh, uh, uh, more for you." You agree, pulling his hair out of its messy bun in your haze. His good girl, not even thinking about the fact that he asked for one more the last three times, you're too full of his dick to think for yourself now. He would have cooed at you if it weren't for the tears blurring his own vision, toes curling in his shoes. By the time he finishes, you'll be full of his cum too. The game be damned.

After all, Eren Jaeger isn't known for his impulse control.