#imthegreenfairy88

[moxfirefly]

Oohh Bestie you've done it this time!!!

Girl you already know... our trash gremlin man of metal ⚙️ *daddy* ⚙️

"You know I'm your right? I only have eyes for you."

"I choose you, and I need you to trust that my decision is final. Trust me."

[Stake] and [Remind]

Girl. Do your magic!!

Friend you’ve got it 🫡

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

The tavern was a staple of the village. On most nights it would usually be crammed to the brim with the drunken laughter of the locals. On specific nights it was borderline empty due to it only being inhabited by one of the lords.

On this specific night you had sat down with every intention of enjoying just that.

Much to the dismay of a stubborn and foolish man.

Perhaps he’d forgotten his place? Perhaps the calm sounds of cups and bottles from the barkeep had lulled him into the tavern.

Either way, his most fatal mistake was to take the seat opposite you in a weak attempt to strike up a conversation.

“Quite nice when this place isn’t filled with the village drunk, eh?” He thought he was being coy, his smile flashing stained teeth and not so innocent intentions. “I wish it be like this more often than not. What’s such a pretty lady like you doing out this late?” His hand slid across the table, to which you smoothly retreated by placing yours in your lap.

“I believe it’s best for you to leave, sir” Your tone wasn’t malicious but you sure knew this man had about two minutes to live if he didn’t haul ass outta here.

“Leave? Well only if you leave with me, how bout it?” His grin spread across his cheeks.

You heard a door open not too far off behind you. The man turned, lifting two fingers in motion for the barkeep to pour two more drinks.

The second you felt hands on your shoulder and that cigar scent that naturally accompanied who’d just walked in, it took all your resolve not to stifle a laugh.

“Make that three, Elijah” Heisenberg’s voice was liquid smooth, a tone you’d come to enjoy greatly in your time spent with him.

The man before you quickly turned and his gaze was worth more money than you could ever fathom.

Heisenberg’s hands massaged your shoulders, the tingling they provided instantly made you shiver. The man before was caught between wanting to stand up and run or to keep perfectly still.

“My lord-“ He stammered out.

Heisenberg busied himself briefly by cupping your chin, he moved your head to look up. You were met with a handsome face, and a wolffish grin. Naturally he leaned down and whispered something to you that only made your smile spread and your cheeks tint pink.

The barkeep approached and settled the ordered drinks on the table. The man before you didn’t dare lift to grab his own and something about the way his face broke out in a sweat only served to make your grin more noticeable. Behind you Heisenberg had now began to play with your hair, he hummed before lifting a brow. “It’s rude to not drink when a lord has so humbly offered” His status had always meant jack shit to Karl but it never got old watching the villagers cower when he put his position above them. With shaky hands the man scooted close to lift the drink but the sudden notion that perhaps his drink could’ve been tampered with had him now all the more worried.

He stumbled and quickly bowed his head in shame. “My lord please if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I was not aware that she-“ The sharp end of blade hovered in front of him. The shiny tip just close enough to have him cross eyed. All it would take would be a flick of his hand, jut out his chin, a bored movement and it would be the end for him. He held his breath, a whimper dying in the back of his throat. “Listen let me stop you there pal, as much as fucking with your peace of mind has entertained the two of us I can tell you that fucking her is a thousand times more entertaining” You felt leather finger tips on your scalp, a slightly more possessive hold. “I think he has learned his lesson Karl, as well as soiled himself” Your words fell from your lips like a honey, leaning back into his determined hold, you smiled up at him. “Take me home” And with that and a gentle shove of his hand the knife fell on the table.

As you gathered your things and Karl helped into your coat, you didn’t spare the man another glance. His tearful expression wasn’t enough to make him realize just how lucky he had gotten. While he wouldn’t admit it, you knew whatever your said would go with Karl. A simple request as being taken home would not be fought nor questioned.

The walk back had been surprisingly quiet, the cool air perhaps could’ve been reason enough. The icy winds had picked up now as night fell and much to your surprise Karl hadn’t continued his banter.

Something was very much working in his brain, and those pesky thoughts he tended to seal off would now have to be painstakingly cut open if you were you find out what exactly was running amok in his head.

At the factory, as you hung up your coat and scarf you took the second to reach for this own coat before he could. Delicate fingers brushing across the lapels of worn fabric as you slipped it off his shoulders. “You know I’m yours right? I only have eyes for you.” It was honest, scattered across the hairs on the nape of his neck. Whispered so delicately it made his skin breakout and something metallic clang against its surface. Those eyes of his sought you out, cold and calculating and too beautiful for his own good. “Is that so?” His voice felt just a tad soft, questioning the authenticity of your confession. Your lips found a scar on his throat as you moved around to stand before him, your lips tickled by the scruff of his beard as your lips found his ear. “I choose you, and I need you to trust that my decision is final…” You pressed a tender kiss to the lobe, before catching his gaze in an intimate stare. “Trust me.” Was all you needed to write the final period of your confession. There was something tortured that briefly flashed in his features, a haunting ghost that always lingered whenever the eyes of the villagers weren’t on him. You often caught it, felt that ghostly presence in the early morning hours when he would fuse his body to yours and feed the famished parts of his soul that had been neglected for so long.

Your hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing the scar on his lip as you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him with a tenderness that broke him all over again like the first time it happened.

Naturally this led him to press you against the desk in the garage, and sit you there as he deepened the kiss and felt any ounce of doubt melt away with something so simple as your urgent words for more. Karl felt everything humanly possible surge though him as he hiked up your dress and undignified whatever garment in his way. He wanted your warmth on this cold winters evening. He craved nothing more than to swallow you whole and selfishly keep you like the diamonds found in the mines.

It was so achingly simple to slip inside of you, to feel that warmth engulf him and destroy him all at once. To say love was the word wasn’t enough, he needed something much stronger, more defined and new than love to describe how you set his soul ablaze. It was somewhere between the way your small hands untucked his shirt to feel at the scarred flesh of his back that he wanted to tell you he would keep you here forever. Because how could something so beautiful as you, equally ache and fight for him?

Your hand found his throat as he gently rocked against you, stretching you so deliciously it could make your head loll in dizzying pleasure. You gripped his throat, made his eyes open and land on your own.

‘I’m yours’ you mouthed at him, lips parted as a moan escaped you. You watched what those words did to him, made him sink deeper and harder into your heat and fuck you so slow and yet with so much meaning. His forehead pressed against your own, a groan so broken and needy exiting him.

His hands tighten around your thighs, as he watches obsessively with how you lose yourself around his cock. It guts him, it makes the slow rocking against you all the more meaningful as he watches your hands find his pecs and dig into the flesh as the first wave of release consumes you. He fucking loves how your eyes can’t stay open enough with how atrociously satisfying this is to you, because it’s in the way your thighs shake and cramp and your mouth hangs open in deliverance. Karl has to watch it even as the vice grip around his cock makes him light headed from the way it yanks his release as well. Make him push his sweaty forehead against your own and rub like a starved animal for affection.

He can’t keep his eyes open when he says it, runs the words against your lips like a ghostly lover would.

“I’m yours too…”

And when your hands find his chest and dig into the skin of his pecs, eyes unable to remain open because he’s making you cum so hard its earth shattering to witness it. Karl feels the vice like grip yank his own release out of him, makes him feel hazy and so atrociously satisfied.

“I’m going to stop you right there pal, mostly because at this rate fucking with your peace of mind doesn’t hold a candle to fucking this delightful

[crowtrobotx]

Who would you be in a horror movie?

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Tagged by @patchworkgargoyle​, thank you!!

Oh boy lmfao. Sorry, y’all. This is what ten years in corporate America will do to you, I guess. No pressure tagging: @petitgriffon​ @imthegreenfairy88​ @mourningstarmace​ and @vodkafolie​

[leosgirl82]

Raphael's turn for a Baystyle sketch ❤️

What could possibly motivate me to pick up the mechanical pencil again? To celebrate one of my most favorite people ever!! Happy birthday @turtle-babe83! 🥳🎉 This is as close as I can get to giving you BayRaph for the day 😂

Art by me! Please do not steal but by all means reblog! You can find my other drawings here !

@thelaundrybitch @nittleboo @post-apocalyptic-daydream @tmnt-tychou @androidships007 @fluffytriceratops @angelicdavinci @sivy-chan-blog @aurora-the-kunoichi @raisin-shell @fyreball66 @imthegreenfairy88 @pheradream15 @ravn-87 @raphslovemuffin80 @waterstar2016 @red-phoenixxx @happymoonangel @scholastic-dragon @sharpwindow @tinkabelle19 @zowise2912 @dilucsflame33 @eveandtheturtles @mysticboombox @turtlesmakemehappy @sewerninno @drowninghell @my-own-au-my-way @luna-neko-hamato @s-s-ironnie @sketch-and-write-lover

[gurlbesimpin]

I did it!

Heisenberg in a Rammstein shirt. Yippee.

Ain't good at art really, but I tried🤷

@imthegreenfairy88

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Favorite song chain

Directions: Pick 5 of your favorite songs and tag 3 people!

tagged by @vodkafolie :З

George Michael - Careless Whisper Type O Negative - Love You to Death Muse - Hysteria Massive Ego - Drag Me In, Drag Me Under Army Of Lovers - Crucified

Join if you wanna :)

@imthegreenfairy88 , @missrandomdreamer , @kittypup12

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

me, to my mutuals and tumblr besties: oh you gorgeous thing you, you angelic delight, you RAVISHING creature -

my mutuals and tumblr besties:

@nastygirlsareangels @kronos-the-timelord @imthegreenfairy88 @dracini-rambles @hellshire-harlot @pearlsxandxpeonies @thelittlest-lynx @femslut-hypno-boy @karlskitten @cnc-pet @vodkafolie

p.s. don't look behind you

[bi-polar-bara]

@imthegreenfairy88

[stellahaze135]

I’d like to think in the Mafia Au @imthegreenfairy88 and I have been discussing, that for the most part Karl’s the same old glorious trash man that he is, but it’s mostly by choice and not giving a damn- MOST of the time. Like he has every ability to clean up nice and has knowledge of the finer things in life. In this au, the Village wasn’t stuck for the lack of a better term in the early 1900s. They’re all able to have cell phones and The Duke even sells everything from video games to cars, to the trendiest foods.

So all that said, when I tell you this mf’er knows how to clean up and don the classy suits! ‘Goddamn it I know how to dress like a mob doss Alcina get off of my damn back for once!’

He also drinks his whiskey in fine crystal glasses even in the depths of the factory. Basing off his fine cigar choice, I deduced he knows how to indulge in the finer things in life, but unlike his giant sister Karl isn’t obnoxious in his tastes. (I love Lady D as much as everyone else I mean she’s THE mommy milkers but Victorian design in general was literally kinda intended to be gawdy.)

Oh also, he’s got SO MANY pickup trucks/work trucks! And for some reason I keep associating Karl with the song ‘Wait in The Truck’ by HARDY, but like we all know Metal Daddy would not be going to jail in that scenario! Like maybe that scenario, him finding her on the outskirts of the Village running from her abusive ex and he beats the life outta him, and whisks her away, maybe that’s how he meets his assistant Buttercup?

And then he kinda molds her (no pun intended) into his perfect companion, and releases her inner badass femme fatale!

[moxfirefly]

Oohhh bestie you asked for it!!

🥺

⛔

Please and thank you 🤗

Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

The “oh” moment, you know what I’m talking about. That “oh” can be all fluttery or devastatingly and it’s hard to resist one or the other. Never fails to hit me in the guts.

Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I can’t really say. I can abandone it and come back to it. I got something I started like five years ago and recently gave it a small update. Nothing is ever fully scrapped with me.

[crowtrobotx]

Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags

Tagged by @patchworkgargoyle, who delights in giving me little tasks to complete. (jk ily)

Y'all know who it is. King Blorbo. Karl Heisenberg, Resident Evil Village. <3 My beloved, my favorite cranky old man, the garbage gremlin soulmate.

Isabela, Dragon Age (literally we are the same person. I like big boats, I cannot lie.)

Jack Rackham, Black Sails (I will never stop using the phrase I once saw to describe him: the limpest wrists in the Caribbean. The 'a story is true a story is untrue' speech from the show's end has haunted me ever since first viewing.)

Hector Barbossa, Pirates of the Caribbean (OG senior citizen, respect your elders!!!)

Yennefer of Vengerberg, The Witcher (primarily I enjoy the games - she and I are similar in v painful ways and she makes me feel a lot of things.)

Non-obligatory tag list: @vodkafolie @imthegreenfairy88 @mishwanders @shions-new-blog-of-stuff and @mourningstarmace ! And anyone else who would like to show off their funky lil fellas.

[leosgirl82]

Who needs some more Bayverse Mikey?! ✋️🧡

This is another birthday drawing, this time in honor of the amazingly talented @nittleboo ! 🥳🎉 wanted to give you some eye candy, and a rare image of Mikey being serious!

Art by me! Please do not steal, but by all means, reblog! You can find my other drawings here!

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @tmnt-tychou @androidships007 @fluffytriceratops @angelicdavinci @sivy-chan-blog @aurora-the-kunoichi @raisin-shell @fyreball66 @imthegreenfairy88 @pheradream-15 @ravn-87 @raphslovemuffin80 @waterstar2016 @red-phoenixxx @happymoonangel @scholastic-dragon @sharpwindow @tinkabelle19 @zowise2912 @dilucsflame33 @eveandtheturtles @mysticlibraryhushbats @turtlesmakemehappy @sewersidal @drowning-painfully @my-own-au-my-way @s-s-ironnie @sketch-and-write-lover @angelcatlowyn

[mistressofthedark033]

So I got this new flower a while ago and I really love it, because this is the only black flower I have at the moment and that makes it stand out a bit more from the others 💫

The only thing I need right now is a name. Any ideas? ❤

@imthegreenfairy88 @karlskitten @crowtrobotx @vodkafolie

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

All right heisenmutuals, now let's see how tall bitches we are in Dimitrescu's (cm)

@kittypup12 , @missrandomdreamer , @imthegreenfairy88 , @diamondcitydarlin , @m3talslut , @thedietelf , @vodkafolie , @crowtrobotx and anyone who want to join!

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

tagged by @thelittlest-lynx 😘

here's 5 songs I listen to! decided to focus on the ones on my rock playlist specifically

can't do a music list without at least one mashup and I'm OBSESSED with this one, kiss's "I was made for loving you" VS earth wind and fire's "boogie wonderland"

I tag:

@nastygirlsareangels @kronos-the-timelord @demoncvnt @prettyboybloodyteeth @imthegreenfairy88 @hellshire-harlot @sketchingchick @karlskitten @pearlsxandxpeonies @vodkafolie

[raisin-shell]

@imthegreenfairy88 @turtle-babe83 @nittleboo @selfless1978 @angelicdavinci @nikitaboeve @kokosworld95 @aurora-the-kunoichi @rebel-hamato

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

I’m curious, is there a song you hear that gives you motivation to write/draw? This is mine. Let’s share some motivation.

@imthegreenfairy88 @turtle-babe83 @waterstar2016 @rheawritesforfun @memes-in-a-half-shell @kawaiibunga @raisin-shell @forerunnertracer @exovapor @beesandturtles