#interactions are appreciated

[snailsrneat]

Y'all can we just have a honest conversation on the fact that in majority of his cards, Vil doesn't really look happy.

Like for example his birthday groovy,

He looks amused or pleased, not really happy. Same thing goes for his lab coat groovy, he looks more like amused by the situation than he is happy. His ceremonial robe groovy has him yelling at Jack, his dorm uniform groovy has him once again more amused than anything else, and his Halloween groovy is more sly and devious. I think you get the point none these cards really show him being happy.

I think there are only two that truly show when he is happy one of them being his second birhday card and his new years card.

I just think it's interesting cause I know in book 6, Vil briefly says something about "just being himself". Specifically during the kiss scene. I know that a lot of other people who played the games could probably tell, but I think the vast majority of times we see or interact with Vil in game he's masking. It makes sense as to why he would, when you're someone as famous and as rich as him I think it would be foolish to just go around trusting people all willy-nilly.

What especially gets me though is the thought that he's probably been doing it since childhood. He probably learned from his dad too. His father probably taught him to mask all the kind and sensitive parts of his personality out of a fear of that his son would get damaged by selfish and unkind people.

[bee-studio]

COMMISSIONS OPEN!

Hey there, I'm Bee! (or Bizu) And my comms are open in case anyone is interested<3 I'm not the most active here on Tumblr but you can check my other media for more content! Especially Twitter and Instagram.

If you have any doubt or question about it i'd be happy to clear it up<3

[rice-enjoyer]

[sefif]

i did not come into this fandom expecting my favourite story to be legally-not-a-muppet and doctor creeper in a supplier dispute but. you know.

[hajihiko]

two shorties getting along 🤭

[probablyjustamagpie]

In a new moment of mother daughter bonding my mom and I just broke into the empty apartment next door. In our defense the door was unlocked and all the lights were on and we know for a fact they don’t live there anymore but. I picked the lock to the master bedroom and

it’s. it’s certainly a location

[id: a photograph of a toilet that has been detached from the floor and is now sitting in the bathtub. The toilet tank cover has been taken off is laying sideways on top of the tank.]

@levymcgarden42 thanks for the description!

[angel-syzygy]

husk: are you seeing a therapist ?

angel dust: no, why ?

husk: you should

angel dust: why

husk: you don’t talk to anyone about your problems

angel dust: that’s because i don’t have any

husk: and you gaslight yourself all the time

[laurzzz]

Majestic Oppositions: Assassin Sun

Moon's Version // Eclipse's Version

Not me saying to myself I'll only be focusing on writing the story more on drawing but here we are lmao. Another version with diff coloured chains under the cut! I'll do my beloved Moon next <33

Majestic Oppositions is an AU that I made about Assassins DCA x Royal Y/N. You can read the fic of the full series as I work on it here!

[alastors-antlers]

I think this has been in a good number of fanworks already so I'm not exactly covering new ground here, but the idea of Lucifer helping Alastor with his angelic wound on behalf of Charlie never gets old to me.

Alastor continues to pretend that nothing is wrong until he just can't pretend anymore - is it exhaustion? Is it the fact that his injury is so obvious to literally everyone else that it'd be pointless to keep it up? You decide, but either way, he's forced into an intervention.

And then when Lucifer offers healing — because we can't have you dying on us, you idiot, he says, or really anything of the sort — Alastor refuses.

No! Certainly not. No, thank you.

What do you mean? You don't want healing? Do you want to die again? Because you're going to.

Don't mock me. Why are you here? What do you want from me?

Then Lucifer has to convince Alastor that there is, in fact, no catch. It's not a concession Lucifer seeks to hold over Alastor's head forever (not that Luci isn't free to do a bit of gloating); not a way for Lucifer to harm him under the guise of aid; not a favour for a blank cheque to be cashed in at a later date.

Finally, with no small amount of frustration or needling or "will you please just let me do this holy hell this is taking forever" on Lucifer's part, Alastor agrees.

And maybe when it's over, maybe he hates Lucifer just a little bit less than he did. Maybe Alastor trusts just a tiny bit more.

Seriously, you could write this a hundred times and I would probably read all of that. I'm a sucker for the setup, what can I say?

[the-catboy-minyan]

I will never forgive goyim for taking the word for the group that was literally all about mass murdering 6 million jews in the most horrific genocide in history that wasn't even 100 year ago, and twisting the meaning to be "evil person that is so fascist and evil they're not human anymore" and then turn around and call Jews that.

the Nazi belief is literally that JEWS ARE SUBHUMAN. Jews literally CANNOT be Nazis unless they genuinely see their people and themselves as subhuman and deserving of death.

[snailsrneat]

Yandere Vil Schoenheit Headcanons

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TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Posioning

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I think if anyone got literally any of the overblot boys as their yandere they'd be pretty fucked.

Mostly because the overblot boys hold a lot of power and have tons of magic.

Vil, specifically, however is one of the few who won't ever use his magic on you.

No instead he'll just use potions on you (:

When you two first met, it wasn't exactly love first sight, more like first word.

Cause when he saw you, he wasn't impressed.

'This is the prefect everyone's been so obsessed over? Really?'

He honestly thought that you'd be more impressive, more magnificent and elegant if you will.

His first impression of you however immediately changed when you had begun barking orders at fellow freshman in an attempt to defeat him.

Never once has he seen a freshman, one as weak you, calling the shots amongst the student body.

Something must be different with you. And he had to figure out what.

From then onward he recruits Rook to spy on you and learn what your day-to-day patterns are like.

In the process Rook also listens in and learns all your secrets. All of which he reports to Vil.

The Vil learns about you the more he falls in love with you.

He obsesses over every single detail of you, from little moles in unseen places to the formation of stress wrinkles crowding over your forehead.

Every minute detail that he can find, he wants pepper with kisses and tell you just how weak in the knees you make him.

A part if him feels silly for getting weak for someone as mediocre as you, but the other half of him wants to steal you away and lock you in his bedroom so you never have to be troubled by those horrible boys you call "Friends".

In fact...that's a fantastic idea! Why hasn't he thought of this before? That way he can watch you up close.

No longer will he need Rook to do all his stalking, not when you're already here and so close.

When he kidnaps you he does it under the guise of you try a new tea blend he was given. But, unfortunately for you, the tea just so happens to be spiked.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry dear, I didn't think one of my own fans would try to spike my tea! Here let me help you get to the infirmary~"

He's an actor so he's very good at being melodramatic.

Instead of waking up in the infirmary, you wake up his bedroom, with your arms chained to the bed posts and dressed in expensive satin pajamas.

When Vil comes into the room and notices your struggling, he chides you for bruising you beautiful skin.

He doesn't release you from the chains, but he does his best to keep you comfortable.

"Only the best for you, darling. You shouldn't worry yourself with such needless things. What you should be thinking of is me, and only me. Understand?"

If you ever try to escape, don't.

I'm warning you, if Vil catches you trying to escape it'll be worse than just staying chained to his bed all day.

It's even more terrible if you've been getting "closer" with him recently, because now he knows that he shouldn't trust you fully. Ever.

If he catches you, he'll no longer allow you to be comfortable.

Instead of that nice comfortable bed, you sleep in a dog cage in the corner of his room.

And the days have started to blur together now, he started poisoning your food to make sure you don't do anything.

Most days your too tired to anything, let alone fight back or come up with escape plans.

If he has to start treating you like a baby he doesn't mind, he likes making you depend entirely on him.

"You know you did this to yourself, right? Trying to escape was a foolish endeavor and you must face the consequences of your actions..aw, you're crying darling. Don't cry, it'll give you wrinkles. Don't worry my love, this hurts me more than it hurts you. Now drink this."

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[a2zillustration]

Part 2 of 2

Thanks for tossing me the ball on this one Larian I am now running with it at mach speeds.

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[whatevahwhatevah]

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[muaviinu]

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★ NOW SHOWING 🎞️ VOYEURISM

☆ starring miguel o’hara

☆ contains masturbation, ejaculation, watching another person masturbate, pet names. rushed writing. this is a drabble. 18+ MDNI.

☆ voyeurism is the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

there’s just something so pretty about it all. when his eyes aren’t screwed shut, he’s gazing at you from under dark lashes before he throws his head back onto the pillow.

you sit by the end of the bed on your knees, hands on the sheet between your thighs and lips parted to let out quiet pants as you watch miguel pump himself dry in his own fist. ribbons of thick cum that often paint your walls inside are milking down his knuckles.

“you like that, baby?” he rasps out.

he watches you chew on your nail, brows furrowed as you nod rapidly.

miguel letting you watch him pleasure himself was simply a treat.

you were a good girl. miguel knew it. he adored the way his own pleasure was the pure source of yours, and getting to watch him please himself was something you frequently begged him for.

he often gave you this pleasure to watch him when he thought you deserved it. the only rule — don’t touch yourself.

“fuck, amor,” he whispered under his breath before a loud groan rumbled from his throat. the last of his orgasm spurted out in loads to cover his beefy torso, muscles visually tightening as he tensed himself for his release.

when he sat up, he took in that of what a lustful mess you were. he could see the hearts in your eyes, practically feel the heat from your cheeks as you tried your best to control yourself.

he sits up and leans forward, softly cupping your warm cheeks.

“amor,” the whisper flows like silk as his pillowy lips place feathery kisses over your face.

you jolt slightly in surprise, a small gasp elicited from your lips as miguel runs two fingers over your folds.

he collects the slick on his digits and smirks as he brings them up to your face.

“enjoyed that did you?”.

you whine quietly at his teasing, the mess of your orgasm squelching as you squeeze your thighs together tightly.