#F u c k

[see-arcane]

Trying to imagine Lucy’s situation right now.

Sleep means nightmares (if you’re alone).

Sleep means your blood is disappearing (if you’re alone).

Sleep means you’re doing worse than dying (if you’re alone).

And it’s all just Dracula playing with his food. The only thing keeping him from getting straight to the conclusion is his own restraint for the sadistic sport of it and practicing stealth in a land where he doesn’t yet rule the whole territory through fear.

But he could get away with it in one go. He could find half a dozen easy ways to pull it off before Van Helsing starts meddling in earnest.

…and that would end the game, wouldn’t it? No, no. Can’t have that. He wrung two whole months of fun out of Jonathan. Your turn now, Lucy.

[forchrisevans]

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[raayllum]

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[frnkiebby]

whore on the floor pt.?2.0~🎃

[timidxtempted]

sometimes i awaken in the deep night to find my own fingers thrust into my slick cunt and i shove them hungrily into my mouth to taste my dreams of you

[chanstopher]

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[la-pheacienne]

reading the two towers and i Feel Things

[12am-motivation]

GOOD MORNING SOLOMON NATION—

[elizakai]

FUCK I MISSED LET PAPYRUS SAY FUCK DAY FUCK

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm finally rewatching Wolverine and the X-men for the first time since I was a kid I think and didn't realise Hank was so???? Like I absolutely love this version of Pietro and Logan and Kurt to absolute pieces but HANK?? His attitude is so surprisingly sexy??? I don't know why i don't remember him in this show but in the first two episodes with his little "I gave them a choice 🤷‍♂️" LIKE SIR. THE TONE OF VOICE IS SO??? UGH.

[see-arcane]

In which a Creature feasts and teaches another would-be Prometheus some painful truths he learned for himself a century ago. This Prometheus being one with considerably fewer scruples when it comes to getting creative about human experimentation and insisting his captive revenant spills the secrets of life, death, and cheating the latter.

Ah, well.

Some lessons bear repeating. With emphasis.

Merry Christmas, have a reanimated Victor Frankenstein getting grisly with the dramatic irony. Figured this needed a more serious counterpart to the meme-flavor version.

The placeholder title for the thing this scene hails from is, Was Frankenstein Not the Monster? I thought this was going to be another novella. Tidy. Petite. No bigger than The Vampyres.

But.

I am on chapter 5.

And I haven't even gotten to the laboratory yet.

Help me.

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

i think that through the years Sadie does become better and finds new friends and in a sense moves on from everything that was the year 1899 and maybe when she finds out through the grapevine that Dutch is dead she raises a glass in- what? in celebration? in respect? in regret? with hate towards the nasty man? with love towards the man who found her widoved and took her into his weird family? or should we call it as it is- was, a gang of cold-blooded killers?

who is sadie if not one of them. she might not be sure of anything these days outside of bounties and money, but when the nights are colder and the fire is cracking and the desert is more silent than usual that we can still hear the sobs of a woman who lost all and gained something new just to be alone in the end.

[moonlight-prose]

besties i fear i moaned out loud in the theater and started howling.

[frnkiebby]

christ~🎃

[coincat07-fr]

Some undertide doodles to practice drawing them, i think i understand their anatomy, basically worms with wings

Moving onto gaolers for my practice drawings 💪🏃

A f2u base for anyone interested

And my reference, her name is cuddles :)

[timidxtempted]

She's pretty sure she's an intelligent, well spoken - albeit swear loving - woman. She can use fancy-five-dollar words as easily as cheap two-bit-guttertrash words; she can exchange deep thoughts with some amount of eloquence, if called upon to do so.

Having him reduce her to a cumdumb puddle of disaster, barely capable of stringing two mumbles together (let alone actual words) is one thing...a thing he happens to do well, and often.

Physically edging her until she quite fucking literally loses all control.

But he also engages her in conversation, listening to her use her words. Then he will say that thing that will cause her to verbally stumble into a whimper before she even realizes what's happened.

Mentally edging her until she quite fucking literally loses her goddamn mind.

This man... This man does not merely edge her body.

No.

That would not satisfy him. He needs it all. Everything that belongs only to him.

So he sends her mind to the edge just as well, and often, as her body.

She lays beside him in the aftermath, her hand trailing across his chest, realizing once more that he does not merely fuck her holes.

He. Fucks. Her. Whole.

And she smiles.