#oh my beloved

[theswansblog]

the flush on his cheeks. the champagne. the hair.

oh how sweet.

[aengelren]

born to serve cunt forced to destroy the world

[tujhse-raabta]

i never watched Hannibal but why is that hug so… loving?

BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER VODIKVKRKGKEKGKK

ok listen. LISTEN. will just gave in.

Will stood at the side, watched dolarhyde prepared to kill Hannibal, and jumped in. he gave Hannibal the most precious gift of all - he walked towards the Becoming that had always been laid open for him, leaving behind EVERYTHING and slaughtering dolarhyde. for him. Hannibal.

the wrath of the lamb, who has the maws of a wolf.

it's beautiful, and it's all he ever wanted, and ;;;;;; this - that joint act of killing the Great Red Dragon?

that was will looking at all the confessions - the twisted hearts, the tableaus of obsession, the burning hunger in Hannibal which is only sated at the sight of him... this was will seeing the love in all that, LETTING himself see the love in all that -

- and choosing to fall into it with a fevered reciprocity.

it looks loving because it is.

in a fucked up way, it's will making through the storm that is hannibal's obsession, and facing the first hint of the genuine sweetness that his love could be.

[mippy109]

[cat-mentality]

It's amazing that Tubbo is taking the role of protector of the eggs! It's amazing he is putting himself in harm's way to confront the one hurting them! Lovely that he is taking the lead into looking for the missing kid! Love that Tubbo is putting all his energy into being someone they can count on!

I'm absolutely sure that wouldn't backfire on him at all!

[elilelibeli]

Taunt of a Red Dress

nsfw | +18 | possible tw: public sexual act although everything is hidden

Lily is being punished. Mary didn’t want to go, Lily insisted. Now she has to endure the long dinner with Mary in that red dress next to her.

The straps are there, Lily wishes they weren’t.

The slit is there, looking at Lily, taunting her, oh how much Lily wants to be the one laughing at that slit while it lays on the bedroom floor.

The back of the dress is not there, fuck Lily wishes it was, so she could not see the curve she loves to have in front of her so so clearly.

But to Lily’s misery and incredible hard test of her self-control it’s all fucking there. Like a masterpiece hung on the museum walls, all beautiful to stare, all impossible to touch.

Lily tries to distract herself, tries her food but every bite taken just reminds her that only thing she wants to taste is Mary.

When Mary moves incredibly close to her and makes an unnecessarily stretched out move over lily to grab a basket of bread, Lily snaps.

Fuck it. She is not in a museum, is she?! Mary is not a piece of art protected by a glass in some big hall, so Lily can touch all she wants.

So she does, she puts her hand near her knee, a subtle move, almost like a reflex, as if Lily is not even thinking about what she is doing just focusing on her conversation. Oh but is Lily thinking, she knows Mary is a tormentor, she thinks she is winning with her batting eyelashes, slow whispers and that fucking red dress. But if Lily is good at one thing, it’s being a stubborn fighter so she is not going down with a fight.

While Lily keeps herself immersed into the conversation, chiming in with witty remarks and curious questions her hand is traveling upwards slowly. She is getting close to the thighs, she wants to worship for the rest of her life.

So now Mary knows that Lily has joined the game. She looks at her green eyes, glances down at her hand on her thigh roles her eyes while raising an eyebrow.

Oh Lily is furious now, Mary thinks she is not going to do it. Right before this second she didn’t even know what exactly this was going, but she knows exactly where she will take it now.

And that is right under the slit that was hunting her minutes ago. Lily can feel goosebumps on Mary’s skin, she looks at her girlfriend trying to find any sign of Mary backing down or her being uncomfortable. Lily is prepared to do anything to win this game, but making Mary uncomfortable would hardly be a win, so Lily scans Mary’s face and the only thing she sees are challenging eyes and slightly parted lips. Mary is sitting there waiting for more, like she still doesn’t believe there will be more to this.

Oh there will be more to this. Lily’s hands travel up to Mary’s underwear, lacy with a tiny bow on it. Lily wonders if their color matches the color of the dress, well she will see soon enough. She fiddles with a bow for a second, before her hand slowly moves to a place where (in Lily’s opinion) it belongs.

Lily can hear the punched out breath, getting the courage to move and make those sighs quicker. She can feel Mary, she can feel her very well and Mary can clearly feel her. Lily is still animatedly speaking with others, Mary is focusing on her newly brought in desert. One glance and nobody would think Lily’s hand was down Mary’s pants doing wanders to her.

Lily knows Mary’s body like the back of her hand, she knows her cues, her signs, her everything. So she knows Mary is close. Mary also knows this, she tries to find a way out of her pleasure fogged up brain and find a muffle for whatever sounds are so hard to keep in right at this moment.

She shoves a big spoon-full of her desert as Lily feels the last moments before Mary is all done for. She does the last special trick and feels Mary come undone right under the table and then she hears a cake stuffed mouth make a sound that Lily knows is an escaped moan.

Couple of people from the table look at Mary, Mary looks at Lily with eyes that very clearly say “this is your doing, it’s yours to fix too”. Lily looks at Mary, quietly chuckling and then very loudly stating “oh babe, do you like the dessert?” winking at Mary and then looking at the people at the table “she always loves a little sweat treat, don’t you angel?”

Mary clearly still trying to come down from her high, unable to fully steady her breath answers “you know it babe and this one was specially delicious”

When Mary thinks crisis is everted and hears Lily quietly chuckle she turns to her and very very slowly whispers “you know this is not my favorite dessert right? I am now hungry for a real one”

[kirks-slutty-torn-shirt]

did what everyone else is too scared to do. you're all welcome 🙄🙄

[bee-snail]

King of Darkness

Tried to draw Moonrise Hector v2.0 as vent art of sorts. He reminds me of Princess Luna ...

[poisonousquinzel]

The Owl House: Season 3 Episode 2 "For The Future"

"Thanks for what you said back there. You mean a lot to me too."

[idmnbc]

I can’t put in words how much this little fella means to me.

[bbrooklynbabe]

i went to sleep yesterday thinking about josh's nose in this photo. he is so—

[mearpsdyke]

i INSIST, buying geyse was the smartest thing this club has done 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[purifytheair-mysanguinebeloved]

you can't leave, we've only just begun!!!

that pouty face you made last time when we were interrupted shattered my heart...

I can't allow that, darling <3

[captainxandis]

Very happy that now that Bells Hells owns the airship I get more Captain Xandis time. Love them so much 🥰

[island-in-the-shadows]

Me: *talking about Armand as Little King Trashmouth again and showing my bestie the source of the nickname*

Bestie: I honestly thought you had come up with the name.

Me: I had not, no. I’m literally referencing the raccoon from Bob’s Burgers...in the sense that I too would defend Armand from a feral thing called El Diablo by letting him into my house, trying to feed him red wine, and letting him run wild. 

[your-generic-art-blog]

Working on OC design. Here's my favourite notes from the personality section (that I wrote like 2 years ago)

Here we gooooooooo...

Trust issues from social trauma

MEGA resting bitch face (lol)

Lowkey embarrassed by own exsistence

Oh lawd the tism

Gender is a lie bro

"Socially awkward", put very close to "slightly obsessive" so it sort of meld together and could be read in whatever way (it's kinda wild)

BONUS, here's an actual (very shitty) screenshot of the utter fucking mess (feat. my bullshit handwriting):