#gore tw;

[deathmcth-archived]

Golden digits twitch and twist, thrusting deep into Ezra's stomach - churning his guts that weigh heavy in his palm. The beast hissed into their ear, delight in hidden gaze as the opposite hand raises to hold their cheek - tender and with kindness as if his touch wasn't corroding their organs from the inside out. "It's strange, isn't it? Haha... You worship anyone, don't you? Like a concubine for any King... Spreading your legs for the nearest power."

Ah, how it smelt divine - their blood, their eyes, only made the beast's hand stroke down their neck to latch on with a fierce grip and raise the human from his very feet. The hand still remained in their intestines, squeezing as they tried to figure out if they wished to tear them out in one go to tug it out like a rope in slow motions...

"Praise me, boy. Sing my name on your eager common tongue."

The waft of hot blood stings his nose, jaw clenched and dripping crimson as he groans in delicious agony. Ezra coughs up another foul glob of it, choking when it sits too long in this throat. Another thrust of Bài Huài's fingers has his toes curling in an ecstasy so sweet his leg twitches upwards, accidentally bumping against his forming erection and the front of his pants is already wet, stained with an orgasm he had previously— when the God had first entered his stomach. The pain was hellish, a torture Ezra had never thought he'd experience in his lifetime, at least, not without meeting his beloved death.

But his God, his God, the moth that's seared into the back of his eyelids every time he so much as blinks, would not let him die at the hands of another. Is that not proof of his love? Ezra's mouth curls into a bloody grin with a cheeky huff of laughter, vocal amusement cut short the moment Bài Huài wraps his fingers tight around Ezra's throat.

Rip me apart, the prophet wants to say, watch how death does not take me.

" And shall I spread my legs for you, my King? " Is Ezra's rasped impudence. Still grinning, still disgustingly aroused by the position Bài Huài has him in. His stare is mocking, despite how readily he was to worship the God, dark hues boring into the cloth obscuring him from the other's eyes. " I worship divinity. I worship what's greater than me, as the way it should be. " And yet, he's looking down at Bài Huài with ill placed mirth, smugness thick.

" How should I praise y— " A sharp tug at his intestines draws out a sudden gasp, his eyes rolling back as he arches in the God's grasp. Warmth flows thick down his pelvis, his legs, dripping off the tips of his shoes in a macabre puddle. Bài Huài has pulled something out, making his body feel weightless, yet dragged down all at once. More blood rushes to the surface of his mouth, covering whatever words that once coated his tongue. " You are.. awfully generous, " Ezra manages to groan, body growing limp and cold before his temperature spikes with an unexpected convulse of his body. The prophet moans, another orgasm racking through his body that has cum slip down red painted thighs. He's shaky, hands wrapped around the being's wrist to use as leverage. Pleasure has its hands on him, pulling out each individual gasp and pleased hum the same way Bài Huài yanks out his organs.

On instinct, a leg wraps itself around the deities waist, head thrown back as he gives another delighted little laugh. " Bài Huài, " he calls, flashing his teeth in a wolfish grin, " Bài Huài, Bài Huài, so beautiful.. my good Lord, my God— mine, mine. There's nothing greater than having you like this. I'll beg you for more, plead for a morsal of your attention. That's all I want, to be a steppingstone to your desires. Carve your name into me, if that's what you wish. I am the voice of God, so use me. "

[mattel]

GOTTMIK RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 9x03

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[bamsara]

Finally finished this, one of the many comic wips I started the last few months (you can kinda see where I got lazy and changed up some stylization in a few panels lmao)

Anyway, a scene I have planned out for The Rehabilitation of Death.

Some extra doodles below:

[brilcrist]

Please enjoy this short Poolverine comic from me~❤️💛

<The original plan was supposed to be 7-8 pages but sadly i dont have the timeTwT>

[igottatho]

A new world is possible, my friends. Le Guin famously said: “The profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable; so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

We WILL free Palestine

[19-1-20-25-18]

TW: blood, violence.

[daydream-the-demon]

Guys I'm dying-

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL DUOLINGO TWEETING THIS-

(THE ACTUAL TWEET FOR PROOF-)

(Here's some fanart of this tweet-) Edit: it's aislinceivun on [tumblr], go check 'em out!

IT IS REAL.

DUOLINGO IS SHIPPING THEMSELF WITH ALASTOR-

I AM DYING HELP ME-

[fogmoo]

Kabru 🗡️

[shepscapades]

A last life ethubs comic that isn’t really about last life ethubs

[tempter-sent]

Demon of Kaon

[aponia-jasper]

[fashion-runways]

HANA YAGI 'Sanguine Bride' Collection 2024 if you want to support this blog consider donating to:ko-fi.com/fashionrunways This collection was created by reconstructing wedding dresses and white kimono that had been rented out at wedding halls and then discarded due to damage. In Japan, there is a story that one of the reasons why wedding dresses are white is to express a woman’s purity and innocence and her intention to be dyed by the family she marries into. The dresses were deconstructed, reconnected and dyed with the intention of challenging the patriarchal norms of the wedding ritual. Once dead, the wedding dresses are reincarnated, brought back to life by letting blood flow through them.

[guzhufuren]

Interview with the Vampire + text posts (pt. 5/6)

bonus:

[bamsara]

mix of some established narilamb doodles