#flaunt it V

[ruinme-please]

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Garrett Hedlund for Flaunt/ 2015

Posted by Kimmy V on April 14, 2018

[archersartcorner]

TES FEST WEEK!!! WOO

Day 1 - Arcane! Decided to just doodle my conjurer Nerevarine, Sven :)

And a lil bonus~

[xelasrecords]

This man cannot be arrogant to save his life

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @futurefind / stands at tempest's edge

     ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤, draped in unassuming cultivator's robes. Subdued winds whisper through their sleeves as they fan their face. Just for good measure, they huff and puff as though they've run a great distance. All that oxygen swirls about uselessly within their chest before catapulting their voice out in breathy admonishment.

     "𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲? Just because this isn't any particular ghost's territory doesn't mean it's not dangerous! Actually, that makes it even more dangerous. If there's no big fish to keep the smaller fish at bay, then the smaller ones will swarm." Not that they seem too terribly concerned with heeding their own warning. The sheer white of their robes is a violent rend against gathering shadows, their voice a siren's call for any sordid beings that might lurk within those shadows. They pay no mind to themself or the quiet they've disrupted. Their focus is on her. Stormy eyes flick from Sasume's weapon to her stony expression. Behind the plain white fan shielding their mouth from view, a smile forms. This cultivator really is just too adorable for her own good! Whatever will they do about her? They snap their fan closed.

     "𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. It's good to have someone watching your back even if you think you don't need it." Their gait quickens to match hers. To walk with weight, to recover lost breath, to wipe sweat from the brow; all a performance art they've mastered, if only to assuage the ache of not needing any of it. They wonder if she'd praise them for their efforts. Not likely. Hers is a mouth unaccustomed to delivering niceties, or so Shi Qingxuan suspects. A stinging sense of familiarity lights their stomach on fire. They smother it by asking, "Fill me in on the details, pretty please?"

[strigital]

quick post-The World ending V doodle (right before i submit myself to a night of cramming for my english assignment which is due tomorrow morning) 🌟

[tellescope]

@talesimagination said: 2 for Dialga (I think he has a bag, if not, 1 is fine) *from Kuro*

>>From this meme

//Dialga actually does not have a bag, unless you count the occasional bag of poffins xD So pockets it is! He also did not start with pockets. That was something he added to his human guise's clothing after many visits to the mortal realm indicated it might be a useful thing to have. Enough people had given him things that it became a problem as he couldn't just pop back to his tower to drop them off without freaking out the people who didn't know who he really was. Luckily there was an easy solution. As for what's usually in said pockets, well you said 'from Kuro' so I'll give you something in character, as if Kuro had asked :)

     A pause as Dialga contemplates what could have prompted such an odd question. An answer does not come quickly enough to prevent awkwardness, so instead the Guardian of Time simply reaches into said pockets (one on each pant leg, emulating human clothing) and stiffly removes the contents to display in his hands; in one hand a small spiral notepad with an image of Palkia on the cover, and a black pen that clicks instead of a cap. In the other hand a business card for the Veilstone Department Store, and a small, clear gemstone he'd picked up from a shrine offering to him earlier today. As for the purpose of everything but the gem, Kuro is likely the only person he would ever admit this to...

     ❝My memory is not what it used to be.❞ When you are as old as time itself it becomes exeedingly easy to forget the insignificant happeninings of the mortal realm, gone in the blink of an eye as they often are, even if you did not intend to. The business card and gem are returned to their pocket, but the notepad in the other hand falls open. He tries to shut it but it only closes after stiff fingers fumble with it long enough for Kuro to glimpse awful handwriting in the form of a checklist. Several items are crossed out, the only ones left alone reading 'tak to Palkia abowt mownten' and 'repa Giratina'.      When he finally manages to get it closed it and the pen are swiftly returned to their respective pocket, no emotion on his face as if his clumsiness had not occurred. Don't you dare bring it up. ❝Does that sate your curiosity?❞

[jjweiu]

one of the meanest things my university friends have done is remind me that mystic messenger (my 13-year-old self's obsession) exists, get me back into it, and then just move on themselves

[trashbaby1996]

Bonus:

These two I swear

[goatmeats-fr]

some fun new projects i’ve decided to acquire!

[xamassed]

⟬ @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Mammon] Aya's smile was only a touch mischievous as she handed Mammon his Christmas present. "Merry, um, Merry Christmas, Mammon!"

Inside the brightly wrapped gold and silver package, were a few things. All handmade (and they really were quite well done, even if not close to Sarah's level), were a pair of gloves made of leather and lined with wool, a scarf, and a pull-over hoodie. The mischief came in to play when he finally unfolded the hoodie and saw what Aya had embroidered on it:

The words "Devildom's Best Big Brother" in big gold letters, with little crows stitched around the words. Just as warm and carefully made as the others, but perhaps just a touch embarrassing to wear.

"Why are ya lookin' at me like that. . . ?" Mammon knew he could trust her, but he didn't like that glimmer in her eyes. It was akin to the one Satan and Belphegor often got in theirs whenever they had deployed one of their many traps for Lucifer. It was impish, but on her it was annoyingly adorable.

The perks of being an adorable little sister, he mused to himself. She could get away with damn near anything if she wanted to.

Still, it was Christmas, and he was given a gift. It would hurt his poor, greedy heart not to open it and claim what was inside just because he was the slightest bit paranoid.

"What'cha get me, huh?"

It was getting chillier, the sight of the gloves and scarf already helping him feel warmer in an already toasty room. Both were pulled out, his own expression growing brighter when he felt the leather against his fingertips. "Woah, these are awesome! Ain't seen this brand before."

He would learn in only a few seconds the reason why.

The hoodie was pulled out and unraveled, the words the first to catch his attention. With it acting as a curtain between himself and Aya, he could easily feel his face rapidly becoming a bright shade of red. She wouldn't see it, but there was no way she didn't know. She'd done it on purpose, stitching in such a big and bold deceleration!

"B—Best Big Brother? No, DEVILDOM'S Best Big Brother! Like, ya mean the whole Devildom?" He sucked in an awed breath, but the color in his cheeks didn't fade. She would see it then, as he peeked around the hoodie and stared at her. "Ya mean it?"

Mammon didn't need her reassurance. He knew she wouldn't have gone through all of this effort just to placate him. Knowing this, he lunged forward and nearly flattened her with a hug. Fortunately for her, the sofa they lounged on was there to catch her.

"Ya damn right I'm the best big brother!" It would be embarrassing to wear, but the envy of others and knowing they wished they were as important to Aya as he was would outweigh the shame.

[goshawk]

go girl give us that cinematographic loneliness!!

[catcr4ft]

Drawing genderbent ocs (and grappling with how to genderbend non binary / trans characters and what even is genderbending in the first place) and yet again coming to the same old conclusion that I am Gay for Evil Milfs

[gunchamber]

        ❛  no  GUNS  &  i have to wear clothes . . .   ❜  ignore her she’s excited  &  will bring anything sam needs !!

[imsolament]

Grimes - staring off (2019 // 2023)

[captainamericasmotercycle]

one night stand

Kinktober Day 5 —> masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+, all characters are 18+, p in v sex, penetrative sex, oral (male and female receiving), tit sucking, female reader

a/n: i am so sorry guys i am so behind but since it’s the weekend and i have a break from work and classes, i’ll be able to pump out some more fics. kinktober waits for no one.

You have no idea how you ended up in this position. Literally.

It wasn’t that you hated Theo, you just had very strong negative feelings towards him. But keyword, had.

Right now you’re feeling a lot more than negative feelings towards him. Maybe it was the fact that you were in ovulation, the drinks you had, or his damn half-unbuttoned shirt he flaunted around with.

But here you were, on your knees, sucking off Theodore Nott in his dorm room. His shirt and yours were both long gone, his pants were pooled at his ankles, along with his boxers, while your pants were somewhere on the floor.

You stood on your knees clad in a bra and underwear, definitely not the most sexy options, but you weren’t exactly planning to do this tonight.

You kept you head around his tip, using your hands to softly drag your freshly manicured nails up and down his thighs.

“Such a tease, are you?” He grabbed your hair, pulling your mouth deeper onto his cock.

Almost gagging, tears bubbled at your water line. Holy shit was his dick big.

He thrusted into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your mouth. After a couple thrusts and amazing work on your part, he was shooting streams of hot cum down your throat.

You stood up and he dragged you to his bed, (you hope), clipping off your bra with a single hand. Pushing you down he shoved his head between your thighs, pulling your underwear off with his teeth.

He came back up to your core, leaving soft kisses just above your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed ahold of his hair to keep yourself grounded. He sucked on your clit, forcing a moan out.

He licked and sucked as if he was on Death Row and you were his last meal. Using two fingers, he pressed them into your core, stimulating you more. You kept a firm grip on his hair, pulling him closer, if that was even possible.

You used both hands to grip the sheets next to you as you came, your legs shaking, your back arched off the mattress, and your babbles incoherent.

He came up to your neck to suck on it, leaving a mark as you were still coming down from your high. Without warning, he plunged his hard cock into your pussy.

He wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to go into you from a bit of an angle. You grasped at his back, clawing down it as he pulled in and out.

Your tits bounced as he fucked you into the mattress. Taking a tit into his mouth, he lightly grazed the skin surrounding the nipple with his teeth.

You could barely contain yourself as he continued to move at a lighting pace. As he faltered, you could tell he was close. He shifted his hips the slightest bit, causing his tip to hit you in just the right spot.

“Holy fuck, Theo, that’s it there, don’t stop, please,” you begged as he kept going.

“Fuck, you’re so good.”

He began going slower, but harder. You screamed out and dug your nails into his back. He fucked you through your orgasm but pulled out as he was about to finish. He quickly finished himself over you, unloading all over your stomach.

He got off the bed and headed to the en suite bathroom, leaving you breathless on the bed. He came back moments later with a wet rag, helping you to clean up the mess he had made. After wiping down, you were able to find your clothes, putting your bra, panties, shirt, and pants on.

He laid in this bed, hands behind his head, watching as you moved quickly around the room. The last thing you grabbed was your shoes, you were halfway out the door, when you turned back to him, “That never happened, are we clear?”

His smirk stayed as you spoke firmly at him, “Clear as day.”

You left without giving him another thought.