#anyways……. this band is so Different

[v-poreons]

ERMM.... trollsona posting.... Firefly my absolute beloved. She is me fr. Cant believe I haven't shared her here yet

[xoalsox]

taemin doing jonghyun's adlib in sherlock (originally in clue)

[a-s-levynn]

"A taste of the divine" A Series of Small Offerings - IV/2 - day34

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Terzo's hands are always cold. I...I put angst in it. Sorry ?

"Your hands are cold, Cardinal," Omega remarks as he helps the man down from a ladder in the Ministry's library. Terzo, gloveless for once, a heavy tome tucked under his arm, glances up at Omega in surprise, then down at where his hand rests in the ghoul's much larger one.

"Ah, yes, poor circulation and all that. I apologize if it bothers you ; I forgot my gloves in my room."

Terzo makes a move to retreat his hand, but Omega holds fast to it. Bother him ? How could the man's touch ever bother him ?

"Not at all, Cardinal. It was merely unexpected."

Terzo's lips quirk up in his trademark insolent grin.

"I am full of surprises. And I told you, it's Terzo."

"Terzo," Omega corrects himself with a hint of smile in his voice.

Though the man cannot see his face behind the mask and hood, he seems to catch Omega's amusement, mismatched eyes glistening with glee at being responsible for the ghoul's pleasant mood.

His hand squeezes Omega's, coolness seeping under the ghoul's skin like a brand.

"I am going to melt my way back into the Pit," Alpha complains, collar obscenely wide open, almost down to his belt, mask long since discarted. Practice is running late, and the suffocating weather is getting to everyone.

Omega can feel his uniform stick uncomfortably to him, even with a few buttons left open - far less than Alpha still. The quint's mask, though, remains on.

"You sure you don't wanna lose the head cooker, 'Megs ? If you get brain-fried, no one's strong enough to carry you back to your room, princess."

Omega huffs and half-heartedly growls at the mouthy fire ghoul.

"I'm fine. And you've carried me before, asshat."

With a snort, Alpha petulantly crosses his arms.

"Yeah, no, not lifting anything in that weather."

Their banter is interrupted by a mildly entertained Papa.

"Enough, enough you two. You do look a bit hot, dear Omega. Are you positive you are feeling alright ?"

There is concern under Terzo's amusement as he steps closer, brow furrowed under the papal paint. He looks majestic, embracing his still relatively new role like this, easily slipping into the authority of his title.

"I promise I am fine, Papa, it is simply a bit warm."

With a sceptical hum, Terzo reaches out to press a bare hand on the side of the quint's clamy neck, gloves forgone in such a weather.

Omega ever so slightly sags into the touch, hoping that his fellow ghouls won't pick up on it. It isn't only the blissful coolness of the man's palm that warrant such a reaction from Omega, but the ghoul is not ready to look too much into it.

"I've been told my hands are cold," Terzo smirks, sparkling eyes crinkling in the corners. "Is it helping ?"

Omega's voice catches in his throat.

"Yes, Papa."

It certainly does send a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Good. And it's Terzo, for Lucifer's sake," the man huffs, ignoring Delta's grumble about also being cold to the touch.

When Terzo pulls away, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Omega mourns the contact, eyes straying to the man's hands longingly.

Terzo tastes divine, and Omega is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, licking into the man's mouth like a beast starved for more of this addictive flavor that is so intimately Terzo.

Omega wants to devour him whole.

He paws at the man, blindly gropping his hips, his waist, his shoulders, growling when Terzo is forced to pull away to take a shuddering breath in.

"I've been...wanting to do this...for so long," he pants, paint smudged around his mouth. Omega groans, enamored with the pink the confession brings to Terzo's ears.

If he's being honest, Omega saw it coming. Ever since he started losing the mask in front of him, Terzo had seemed incapable of not staring at the ghoul, eyes lingering on his lips any chance he got.

"Me too," the quint sighs, promptly molding their mouths together again. His tail wags helplessy when Terzo's hands start to roam, deftly unbuttoning his uniform after a pause to ensure Omega would let him. The ghoul burries his nose in Terzo's neck, inhaling his scent, grazing his teeth against the delicate skin.

Terzo pushes the uniform off his shoulders, eager. Omega yelps, back hitting the closed bedroom door.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, are you okay ?" Terzo mumbles, eyes searching, hands stilling where they're splayed over his chest.

"Yes, fine. Hands. Cold. Surprised me," Omega chuckles, pressing a soft kiss under Terzo's ear. The man hums.

"Do you want me to stop ?" he teases, still tortuously unmoving. Omega grunts, letting his lips peal back in a playful snarl, thick fangs scraping more insistantly against Terzo's neck.

"If you stop, I might bite, Terzo Emeritus," he warns. Unbothered, the man tangles his hand in Omega's hair.

"Oof, the governement name. Please do, my dear Omega, I fear that sounded more arousing than you planed it to."

Groaning, Omega presses his forehead to Terzo's.

"You're impossible."

A sparkling, hungry grin as hands start to explore once again.

"That I am."

It's late, and there isn't enough light in Terzo's bedroom to see much more than vague shapes, yet he still traces Omega's scars and tattoos with perfect accuracy, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Ah, I forget," Terzo whispers in the dark, head resting on Omega's chest, "cold hands. You're shivering, my love."

The quint grabs Terzo's wrist before he can withdraw his hand.

"I don't mind, Terzo, you know it."

With a content sound, Terzo keeps going, fingers skimming over the burn on his side, the latin sentence on his hip, the stretch marks on his belly, touch light and reverent. Omega exhales a pleased sigh, tugging Terzo closer until he can kiss him slow and soft, gasping when another cool palm comes to hold his face with a tenderness that could make his ghoulish heart burst.

"How did I get so lucky ?" the quint whispers in what very little space he finds between the both of them. "You are a dream come true, love."

Terzo huffs, white eye stark against the general darkness.

"I'd argue I'm the lucky one, my dear Omega."

Those careful fingers glide over his features, leaving cold trails of worship, and Omega closes his eyes.

"Not like this. Not like this, please," Omega whispers, voice hoarse, clutching Terzo's hand. Even through the leather of the glove covering it, it's so cold.

With a sob, Omega bows his head, forehead thumping against marble.

"Please, Terzo, don't do this to me, please."

But there is no answer, and the hand in his is cold in a way that means something far too catastrophic for Omega's brain to wrap around it.

See, this is nowhere near the usual chill of Terzo's perpetually cool fingers, the gentle coldness of his palm teasing aginst Omega's skin. No, this is a frigidity that speaks of absence.

Absence of life.

On his knees before his lover's body, Omega finally understands that he never knew real cold before this moment.

[ilonacho]

💚🥑💚

[silverware-is-interesting]

got some sketches of the band au

Note: these are not final, design's are likely going to change when i eventually clean them up. they all technically have 2 outfits (onstage n offstage) these are just the onstage fits

idk what to make the tag for this au tbh "kinitopet band au" seems kinda boring... ANYWAYS! Have a terrible overview of the concept so far. n the band members too ig

Meet the KinitoBAND (placeholder name while i think, i'm open to suggestions though). They're a rather niche yet beloved band who play a multitude of different genres. all of their songs have a rather upbeat nature, or, they used to. lately they've been leaning more into rock and sometimes it just gets a little... strange... wonder why that is? they're actually more like vocaloids(???) that are programmed like Kinito with the react response algorithm (Kinito's i more advanced, but they've all got it) so if they ever did interact it'd be alright. the programmer (Sonny C) had initially only meant for there to be a vocalist but there was a decision somewhere to make a band (so there's a drummer and a guitarist too)

Let's get into the characters

Kinito The vocalist + tech Kinito is a fan-favourite, to be expected of the one who is always in view front 'n center. personality-wise he's similar to his canon counterpart, just a bit (emphasis on bit) more chill. i've imagined him to get a little... parasocial with his fans who probably just went for the music. he has a bit of a persona on stage, you could say. he's more energetic and in general might be a little more aggressive than usual, especially lately.

Sam The drummer Sam isn't quite as popular as Kinito, but he's got quite a few fans who might not gravitate towards Kinito like almost all the promotional material wants you to or people who like the drums. personality - Sam has a calm, almost 'cool guy' demeanor. he acts relitivley the same on and off stage. Jade the guitarist Jade, unfortunately, is the least popular member of the band. She's got a couple devoted fans, but noticeably less than the others. just as intended. personality- she's quite resourceful and the most upfront about things of the band. she's generally louder than the others, not on purpose, she's just not the best at maintain a good speaking volume.

[sleepanonymous]

source 1 source 2

So I found some pics of Vessel bothering III that I haven't seen before 👁️👄👁️

[slyandthefamilybook]

I think we need to have a serious re-evaluation of what "leftist" means bc there ain't no fuckin way authcoms are on the same left as me lmao

[kastillia]

Gott ist tot.

[seaofreverie]

Made a playlist based on everyone's top 10 (or top 5, or 11, or 12 etc.) Sparks songs polls <3

At first I thought I'd add every song that has been picked but there were Too Many (like, 150 or so) so instead I went with all songs that have been chosen more than once, and ended up with 47 songs and a total of 3 hours 19 minutes. Enjoy!

[caker-baker]

Prompt

The hero couldn’t pinpoint where the explosions were going off, only that each loud boom was in tandem with the orchestra music being conducted by the villain.

They didn’t know what to do to get it to stop, and could think of only one last Hail Mary.

“Haha! Band kid.”

The villain stopped conducting.

[copia]

i'm going on exam season lockdown as of today, which means no more gifs/edits/anything else because i spend way too much time on them for an engineering student in the trenches lmao. posting this not because i think anybody will notice or care, but so i can hold myself accountable and get embarrassed if i break the pledge. see you on june 3rd for a ghovie creativity extravaganza

edit: besides the ghovie trailer 😭 i cant restrain myself from that one

[a-s-levynn]

"Wash me clean again before I pull myself beneath the waves" A Series of Small Offerings - III/11 - day31

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The urge to write Ifrit and Swiss getting freaky with other ghouls around and failing trying not to get caught won. This is much longer than originaly planned, but oh, well.

Ifrit's always been a very physically affectionate ghoul.

So when the fire ghoul slid a hand on the small of Swiss' back as he strode past, or later settled it on the multi ghoul's hip in the middle of the conversation they were having, Swiss didn't think much of it.

It takes a tail snaking far too high around his thigh, the spaded end resting just shy of his crotch, for him to realize Ifrit is fucking with him.

Swiss's head shots up from where it was lazily resting on Ifrit's shoulder, both of them comfortably sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over them masking the fire ghoul's antics.

For now at least.

Ifrit's usual sweet grin has a teasing edge to it, sharp fangs peeking out. His tail squeezes a bit tighter around Swiss' thigh, head tilting in a silent question.

Licking his lips, Swiss glances around to assert the situation.

Chain is laying on their stomach on the floor, making fluorescent bead bracelets with Cowbell, Zephyr is reading in an armchair with Cirrus sleeping curled up against them, and Aether is doing crosswords on the windowsill.

They could get caught.

It's a very real possibility.

Unfortunately, Swiss loves a challenge.

He looks back at Ifrit and nods ever so slightly, settling back against him.

He's ready for the spade of Ifrit's tail creeping higher, rubbing against his crotch, just enough pressure that it would have made Swiss gasp if he hadn't expected it.

As it is, it stirs a warmth low in his belly that quickly spreads with each slow stroke of Ifrit's tail. And it's fine, pretty manageable, until the fire ghoul shifts, seemingly reajusting his position, his big hand finding the outline of Swiss's dick and grabbing at him, giving his now fully hard cock a good squeeze.

Swiss has to bite down on his own tongue, eyes rolling back. He can feel Ifrit smiling against his temple, now fondling him through his sweatpants.

It's good, a little too good. Ifrit knows him too well, knows exactly how to have Swiss fighting grunts a moans, muscles locked up in an attempt to stop himself from writhing under his touch.

But in his eagerness to make Swiss suffer -lovingly of course- Ifrit forgets that Swiss also knows him very well - and that the multi ghoul is very, very competitive.

What a terrible mistake.

Dislodging Ifrit's hand, Swiss pretends to be tired of his current position, deciding to sit fully on his lap instead, and uses a seemingly innocent stretching to grind hard on the fire ghoul's straining cock.

He hides his grin in the crook of Ifrit's neck as the fire ghoul barely manages to stiffle a gasp.

For a moment they stay like this, frozen, not daring to go on in fear of making someone suspicious, but no one reacts, and Swiss dares a few other subtle drag of hips. Ifrit's head fall back, throat exposed, in what surely is a very obvious hint of what is happening, but no one pays enough attention to them to notice.

At least, that's what Swiss thinks, until a barely there breeze brushes aginst his cheek, prompting him to glance behind.

Zephyr meets his gaze from their armchair, a slight smirk on their lips as they raise a knowing eyebrow. Swiss feels himself blush, face set aflame, until Zephyr points at their chest, then at Ifrit.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course.

How did Swiss not think about it earlier ?

With a face-splitting grin, Swiss slides his hands under Ifrit's shirt, squeezing his chest and giving his nipples a good pinch.

The reaction is imediate.

Ifrit's yelp turns into a moan halfway through, back arching off the couch and hips involuntarily thrusting up.

All eyes snap on them as a borderline oppressive hush falls on the room.

Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, too smug about making Ifrit lose it first to care much about the embarrassment of being caught.

Ifrit, on the other hand, is turning crimson, all the way down to his chest. He's so adorable like this, Swiss wants to bite him, coo at him while he squirms, really rub his victory in the fire ghoul's face.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by Chain wolf wistling, shark teeth in display. Zephyr huffs.

"So easy, Ifrit. All it takes is for someone to squeeze your tits and all your control goes out the window. Look, you even woke up Cirrus."

The sleepy ghoulette only shrugs, tail flicking in interest while Ifrit makes a strangled noise, equal part embarrassed and horny at Zephyr's slightly patronizing tone. Swiss winks at the air ghoul as Cowbell chuckles, raspy and full of air.

"You two thought you'd get away with this ?"

Swiss shrugs, pointedly rolling his hips to draw another soft gasp from Ifrit.

"Oh, no. He did."

Aether chuckles, setting his crosswords aside.

"Oh, but Fritter. You know you can never keep quiet, don't you ?"

Ifrit whines, shifting under Swiss, reeking of arousal as he let himself mirror Swiss' movements, carried by the ghouls' teasing.

"How cute. All worked up because he got caught, uh ?" Chain muses, the spots on their blue skin glowing faintly in their excitement.

Swiss himself is getting a bit noisier, panting as he starts to grind against Ifrit with the abandon he couldn't afford earlier. Ifrit keeps grabbing at him, his thighs, his hips, his biceps, like he cannot decides which part of Swiss he wants to hold the most, whimpering with each drag of their clothed cock against one another. Swiss has no such problem, keeping a firm grip on Ifrit's chest, flicking a nipple everytime he wants to hear an especially sweet noise from the fire ghoul.

The weight of the others' gazes on his back only spurrs Swiss on, and it seems to do the trick for Ifrit too, given how much of a sweaty, blushing mess he's been reduced to.

"Oh- that's a pretty noise," Swiss rumbles when a particularly well angled thrust has Ifrit keening hard.

"So loud," Cirrus remarks, now fully awake. "we won't be able to miss it when you come, firebird."

In the end, they certainly don't- hell, Swiss is pretty sure the whole ghoul wing hears Ifrit's final moan.

Good.

[allsassnoclass]

hyper-specific poll: me edition

jumping on this bandwagon finally

[citizenerased77]

this user is not immune to dom's profile.

it's from this interview and yes yes i know he had a mustache but it was too much of a struggle to draw 😭