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[xxxkewkiesxxx]

Ehehehe just wanted to make an interaction between my OCs with @kandavers WWW, also to draw the cute polycule aaaa💖💖✨✨

[kinnbig]

this gif is too short to go in an actual gifset but i thought you all deserved to see it anyway so uh. here you go 👀😳

[just-a-creep-babe]

Taking A Break!

Hey y’all!!

Unfortunately, as I’ve mentioned, I’ve had little to no time to write between school & work & everything, and recently I’ve been getting sick (likely because of stress) and!! I’m worried I’m going to burn out if I keep this up :<

So! I’m going to be taking a break until at least January, and maybe even a tad longer after that. I might stick around to answer some asks here & there, but I don’t think I’m going to be as active as usual

As for the commission queue, the order of the wait list is going to stay the same, and if, throughout my break, you become interested in a commission, you can still message me and I’ll add you to the wait list ^^

I think that’s all I wanted to say for now—thank you all so so much for always being so supportive & interactive ❤️❤️ I appreciate all of the asks, tags, reblogs & messages so much, it always keeps me going ^^

I hope everyone has a fun, safe & happy Halloween & holiday season—and I’ll see you in the new year!! ✨❤️❤️✨

[castiel]

someone stop me

[nattaphum]

OMG MILEAPO MARRIED

[mattiassamuelsson]

DYLAN COZENS & TAGE THOMPSON | what’s in the box ( 09.23.2022. )

[aka-indulgence]

Hhrhghgh,,,, i want,,,, be,,,, sandwiched between ht and hf sans,,,,,,,, hhhhhhhh

[donfermin]

Mr Sunshine on his way to Paris

[idontlikeem]

oh…new glasses….hi…..

[bellysoupset]

Uh-

Inspired by @writing-whump's little almost-nsfw piece, have a purely filthy NSFW LukeBell that has a long time coming.

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"Hey, hot stuff," Bella said, wrapping her arms around Luke's waist from behind and locking them in front of him, her hands wrapping around her wrists to keep her husband from moving away, "what are you cooking?"

"Broth," Luke grumbled, sounding forlorn, and Bell raised her eyebrows, getting on her very tippy toes in order to rest her chin to his shoulder. Sure enough there was a pan with a thin, yellowish broth simmering inside.

"Looks like dirty water," Bella grinned, lowering herself back down and planting a kiss to his bicep, biting the soft skin, "that's what you're planning on feeding us for dinner...?"

"No, I defrosted some stuff for you, you just have to microwave it," Luke sighed, "this is just my dinner."

Now she frowned, pulling back slightly, "okay... Are you not feeling so hot? What's the deal?" Bella circled him, jumping on the counter, at a safe distance from the hot stove.

Luke shook his head, refusing to meet her eyes, "no, I'm fin-"

"You keep saying that, I don't think you know what it means," Bella glared at him, "so?"

"I'm fine," Lucas insisted, "really. It's just a diet."

All of her defensiveness melted away and Bella blinked, confused, "a die- You don't need a diet, you look fine."

"I look chubby."

"You look nice," Bella pouted, reaching in to grab him by the arm and spreading her legs, forcefully pulling Luke to stand between them, abandoning the horrible soup. Bell locked her ankles behind his back when he attempted to pull away, tugging on him to come closer and so she could rest her forearms on his shoulders, "you look great."

He rolled his eyes, facing away, so Bella cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her.

"Lucas," she scoffed, "babe. You're hot, you've always been and you still are. You need no diet," she pushed his dark hair back, running her thumb over his cheekbones, down his cheek that wasn't as smooth this late at night, then around his jaw, "I can show you how hot I still find you."

He let out a chuckle at that, leaning in to kiss her, pressing his forehead to hers, "you're ridiculous, Bell."

"I mean it," Bella groaned, letting her hands slide down to the collar of his t-shirt, pulling on it with all her force and causing Luke's mouth to meet hers. She squeezed her thighs around him, bit on his bottom lip, "fuck, I mean it. I missed you..."

"Yeah...?" Lucas whispered, snaking a hand under her cotton crop-top and running it up her spine, fingers curling on the red strands of hair at her nape, "you missed me?"

"Yes," Bella's voice became breathy and she turned her head, pressing her nose to his cheek and inhaling him, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "fuck me, Luke. I-"

She let out a gasp as Luke's free hand ran up her thigh and he pushed it under her stolen boxers, rubbing her over her briefs. Bella groaned loudly, turning her body forward and pressing her face to Luke's pec, "Fuck, Lucas, stop teasing me-"

"You're so wet, I bet I could make you cum before my soup is even done," he teased her lightly, pressing a kiss to her temple, a finger rubbing her in little circles over the fabric, "God, Bell, all you had to do was ask."

"You motherfucker," she groaned, grabbing at his neck and pulling him down, shutting him up with a kiss, "I've been dying-"

"Say pretty please," he smiled, moving his face to whisper in her ear, "c'mon, baby, I know you're not above it."

Bella let out a little mewl sound as her insides throbbed, blood ringing in her ears, "you're such a fucking asshole," she whimpered, hooking an arm around his neck and keeping him close, gasping in his mouth, "please, Luke. Please, just fuck me. Luke-"

He pushed her soaked briefs to the side and two fingers inside of her in a steady, slow pace, causing Bella to gasp and writhe. She let out a moan, biting on her bottom lip and throwing her head back until it met the kitchen cabinet with a soft thump.

"More. Not just- Luke, c'mo-on," her voice broke as she tried to boss him, tugging on the hem of his shirt, "para con esto, just- Lucas-"

He let out a huff as well, pulling his hand back only for her to promptly grab him by the wrist and bring his wet fingers to her lips. Bella's smiled as she saw his sex dazed eyes, pupils blown against the light green as if he was high when she opened her mouth and sucked her wetness off his index and middle finger.

"God, Isa-"

"Quit fooling around and just fuck me," Bella glared at him, her voice hoarse, letting go of his wrist just so his hand could grab her by the shoulder, thumb digging on her collarbones, "comprendes?"

"Yeah, yeah-" Luke nodded eagerly, shoving his sweatpants down and grabbing Bella by the thighs, pulling her to the edge of the counter, "yeah, comprendo-"

[pixiecaps]

okay go off

[wildflower-otome]

Ankou: 'My greatest thanks for your kindness. I shall treasure them for all eternity.' Ankou: 'By the way, princess, I wonder which you prefer me in— these clothes or the ones I normally wear?'

[spearxwind]

dark.

Short story based on this prompt!! I'm super proud of how this one turned out :]

There’s hikers in the forest tonight. They must be feeling really brave, camping out here at night, knowing how many people go missing between the firs even in broad daylight. The campfire they’ve lit melts the shadows away from their tents, which are sheltered in a secluded area off the trail and away from open spaces. They know what they’re doing. But that won’t save them.

Adriel has been watching them for a while now. Coiled up on the treetops, thorny scales blended effortlessly into the evergreen, like an extension of the darkness itself. He flicks his tongue out.

> Scent receptors (active). SCANNING… █████████ 100% > Complete. > Full data (dropdown)> > Life forms v [human] = 2 > Chance of success with both of them there: 76.5%; > >>“Not ideal.”

Hunger tugs at him.

> Charge() at 32%. Swarm unstable.

The two people below are deciding on their guard shifts before they call it a night when they notice the fire has started dying down. The silence hanging over the camp is broken by the older of the two. “I’ll go fetch some more firewood” He says, as he gets up from his spot. The snow crunches softly as he steps out of the light cast by the flames, disappearing into the treeline and leaving his younger companion behind. 

> Set (TARGET) {true};

The serpent descends down from the canopy and onto the forest floor, circling the campsite, staying out of reach of the dying light from the fire. 

> Run [CALL] > Warning: Data incomplete. Call fragmented.  > >> “Proceed anyway”

“...go Fetch-tch.. fiRewood” Adriel speaks from somewhere behind the trees, unseen, his own voice replaced by a mimicry of the older one’s. The imitation is incomplete of course, there was only one clear phrase to go off, but it doesn’t matter this time. It does the job. 

The hiker jolts up, obviously startled. Is their companion back already? They don’t see him though. They take a few steps away from the campfire, not quite daring to leave the light.

“Jonah?” The nervousness is palpable in their voice. “Hello?” They call out again. “This really isn’t funny, man…”

Behind them, Adriel gently places a massive mechanical hand on the dying fire, choking its comforting light completely and plunging the area back into darkness. The hiker pulls out their phone in terror, fumbling to turn on its flashlight, quickly finding that its sickly beam can only illuminate a mere few feet around them. The light glints off of the snow as they swing it around frantically… until it falls onto something. 

The white of the snow interrupted by... black. Black scales. The light stops moving, now reflecting off of the eyes of a snake. An impossibly huge, jet black viper, its features seemingly shifting and writhing under the dim light, as if one were looking at a mirage. But it is very much real. Whatever this thing is, it is clearly not a regular animal. It’s something much worse. And it’s staring right at them.

One minute the hiker is frozen in place, the terror of their situation holding them in place and rendering them unable to even speak. And the next they are gone.

The loud crunch that follows is deliberate, obviously. More noticeable than the fire going out, less immediately alarming than a scream. Enough to draw the attention of the one remaining. A trap, set.

And sure enough, “Jonah” makes his way back to camp. With the fire gone, he too is using his phone as a flashlight. Adorable, really.

“Kid? Where’d you go? What happened to the fire?” He’s trying to keep his voice from shaking, just barely succeeding. He sweeps his own weak light over the area, to no avail. There is nothing there. There is no one here.

> Charge() at 62%. Swarm stable.

The mimic calls out from the trees again. With energy no longer being a concern, it could have a little more fun with this one. The imitation is far better this time. 

“Jonah? Hello?”

“....Kaya? Where are you?” The man’s resolve still not too shaken, he keeps advancing through the dark trying to find his companion. Hands trembling almost uncontrollably, he reaches for something on his belt, a dagger, drawn to fight off whatever is surely circling him right now. Pathetic. Time to take it up a notch.

“Hello?” The voice echoes through the trees once more, repeating itself with increasing volume until it’s coming from almost every direction at once, disorienting. 

HELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO

Jonah’s facade breaks instantly. He turns to bolt, and the snake strikes, sinking it’s fangs deep into the man’s shoulder and pinning him against the ground. In response the man slashes wildly at Adriel, panicked, stabbing the dagger deep into the serpent’s eye in an attempt to get it to release him. And it does. It opens its jaws just enough for the hiker to stumble out and flee, scrabbling to get up and leaving the dagger behind. Blood drips onto the snow like a breadcrumb trail as the survivor makes a desperate run for it. 

They always flee deeper into the forest. They think the trees will protect them. They think the darkness will hide them from him. And they are always wrong.

The release, too, was deliberate. Adriel does not need to give chase. The man will not get far.

> Set (INFECTION) {active};

A sudden jolt of pain cuts the man’s sprint short. The virus in him starts to spread at an alarming rate, radiating from the wound and into his veins, painting them black. 

> [INFECTION] at 2%;

Shortness of breath hits him first as the particle buildup blocks his throat and the man falls to his knees, desperately trying to cough it out, to scream, all to no avail as his condition worses exponentially by the second. 

> [INFECTION] at 14%;

He can feel it inside of his head, humming. The particulate congealing into an ink black ooze that starts leaking out of his ears, his nose, his eyes, clogging his lungs. 

> [INFECTION] at 57%;

It surges beneath the skin like worms, and then like snakes, ripping out and back in again, with complete disregard for the host. They tunnel through, avoiding anything immediately lethal, popping the limbs out of their sockets through sheer volume displacement. 

The assault relents when Adriel finds the broken body at the end of the blood trail, still alive, though just barely. He can’t really move anymore, and he probably can’t see either. No more fun to be had, then. 

But he should still be able to hear. It leans close and opens its jaws enough to flash all its teeth, far too many for any one creature to have, hovering just over the hiker. Once more, the companion’s voice rings out, coming unnaturally and glitched from the monster. “This-is reallllly funny.y.y.y” 

The jaws clamp down like a vice.

> Charge() at 99%;

The serpent melts back into the darkness, as if it had always been a part of it. 

[alexi-01]

hello pato

[xsdjkl]

I woke up in a cold sweat imagining So Mi calling V a "good girl" while stealthing through the spaceport and i really can't be normal about this.

If she'd actually say this in game none of us, including V, would survive.

[storja-historja]

Yuri Bogatyryov as Tsar Nicholas I in Nikolai Gogol's The Nose (1977) dir. Rolan Bykov