#pointy spirals

[maficmystery-fr]

finally,,, pointies,,, I was trying to finish these up in January and I was mostly done with them for a while

[bpdfolly]

Using this to gripe.

The folly redesign swirl muddies up her design so badly I can't stand it. Not only does it not go with her spikey appearance and the fact that she ISNT DREAMER anymore. Yes yes I know it alludes to dreamer, but It looks so bad... it looks so out of place, and almost none of the art I've seen of it looks good. Design wise its a huge step back, and It should have stayed in the beta design. It looks so out of place in front of the mask, which already had a sharp contrast and outline. Why are we ruining such an iconic design with this... please... and knowing the makeship is gonna look like that now? I really don't want it. Really sucks.

[thegreatyin]

suddenly i understand how frankenstein felt when he looked upon his creation and recoiled in horror

[darabeatha]

I just think his final ascension slaps SO hard

[onedoodleaday]

Today's prompt is: A field that grows very strange produce

[famewolf]

crunch wrap supreme break! i wish i could get high and play because my ocd has been running wild and it's one of the only ways to get it to calm down ... but that would mean that I would have very foggy memories of what I did in the game and I don't want that

[majikkulu]

✮  saturn  retrograde  people  really  be  going  through  it  when  it  comes  to  their  dads.  like,  it’s  common  to  have  a  dad  who’s  either  not  around,  locked  up,  emotionally  cold,  or  just  plain  not  involved.  in  my  case?  yeah,  i  hit  the  jackpot  lmaoo.  my  bio  dad  dipped  and  ended  up  in  jail,  and  my  other  dad  was  emotionally  MIA  and  left  us  later  too.  love  that  for  me  💀

✮  venus-uranus  or  ascendant-uranus  natives  have  this  unpredictable  energy  when  it  comes  to  how  they  interact  with  others.  one  day  they’re  all  over  you,  the  next  they’re  cold  af.  it’s  giving  emotional  wi-fi.  gemini  risings  and  people  with  uranus  in  the  1st  house  also  carry  this  vibe  heavy.

✮  aries  mercury  people?  they  do  not  have  an  indoor  voice.  they  talk  fast,  they  talk  loud,  and  there’s  always  at  least  one  curse  word  thrown  in  for  flavor.  the  tone  is  naturally  intense  even  if  they’re  just  asking  what’s  for  lunch.  like  have  you  ever  heard  XQC  talk?  that’s  scorpio  mercury  in  an  aries  degree.  pure  chaos.  also…  i’m  99%  sure  hitler  had  aries  mercury  too,  and  the  energy  fits.  commanding,  aggressive,  loud  af.

✮  there’s  something  really  specific  about  libra  risings,  especially  guys.  they  almost  always  have  this  clean,  symmetrical,  kinda  elegant  face.  think  sharp  jawline,  slightly  pointy  chin,  balanced  facial  features.  sometimes  a  bigger  forehead,  but  it  just  works.  it’s  giving  “pretty  boy”  but  in  a  subtle  way.

✮  mars  retrograde  people  usually  don’t  pop  off  right  away.  they  hesitate,  hold  stuff  in,  and  then  when  they  do  finally  say  something,  it’s  calm  but  deadly.  like  a  slow  burn.  very  “i’m  not  mad,  i’m  disappointed”  energy.  similar  to  mars  in  the  12th  house  tbh.  except  that  one’s  more  like,  “i’ll  just  suffer  in  silence  and  dream  about  yelling  at  you  later.”

✮  virgo  venus  people  are  their  own  worst  critics.  like,  they’re  actually  hot  but  they’ll  hyperfixate  on  the  tiniest  flaw  and  spiral.  “i  have  a  weird  nostril”  like???  no  babe  you’re  gorgeous.  pls  relax. 

✮  venus  at  22  degrees…  that’s  the  “learn  the  hard  way”  degree  in  love.  usually  comes  with  tough  relationship  experiences,  heartbreak,  and  those  deep  lessons  that  make  you  emotionally  guarded  later  on.  it  builds  strength,  but  damn…  it’s  not  easy.

✮  venus-pluto  aspects  (esp  the  square)  =  full-on  relationship  chaos.  it’s  obsessive,  intense,  and  kinda  self-sabotaging  if  not  healed.  i’ve  seen  friends  with  this  placement  get  so  wrapped  up  in  love  that  they  lose  themselves.  and  they  tend  to  attract  partners  who  trigger  the  same  cycles  over  and  over  again.  it’s  deep,  it’s  passionate,  but  it  can  also  be  really  painful  if  not  handled  carefully.

★ ✮  north  node  in  the  6th  house  people  are  the  kindest  little  souls  fr.  they’re  the  ones  who  show  up  for  you  when  you’re  sick,  send  random  thoughtful  texts,  or  just  quietly  help  out  behind  the  scenes.  their  way  of  loving  is  super  practical  but  also  so  genuine.  like  they’d  literally  give  you  the  shirt  off  their  back.

✮  mercury  conjunct  venus  people  just  have  that  voice.  smooth,  pleasant,  sometimes  flirty  without  even  trying.  even  when  they’re  mad,  it’s  still  kinda  sexy???  like  how.  teach  me.  also,  when  they  flirt?  dangerously  charming.  10/10  would  simp.

✮  you  ever  notice  that  you  keep  attracting  people  who  match  your  moon  sign  energy?  i  have  a  virgo  moon  and  i  swear  i’m  surrounded  by  virgo  suns,  venuses,  risings,  etc.  it’s  not  just  the  sign  either.  moon  house  placements,  degrees,  and  aspects  all  tie  into  the  types  of  emotional  vibes  you  pull  in.

✮  not  everyone  talks  about  this,  but  your  11th  house  can  totally  reflect  your  friend  group  vibe.  like  one  of  my  best  friends  has  virgo  in  the  11th  house.  me  and  our  other  close  friend  are  both  virgo  placements.  it  just  clicks.  it  goes  deeper  too.  our  other  friend  has  scorpio  in  the  11th,  and  both  of  us  have  hella  scorpio  energy.  i’ve  got  scorpio  degrees  and  intense  pluto  aspects  to  my  big  3,  and  the  other  is  literally  a  scorpio  stellium.  it’s  like  astrology  just  lined  up  our  whole  friend  group  for  us.

[maficmystery-fr]

Pointies are going slow but still happening. Life kinda came at me hard but I have time to draw again now.

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

Something made a hole in my backyard (pt.1)

In which an unexpected hedgehog visitor lands on your backyard.

Shadow the hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: I saw Sonic 3 a few days ago and I have spiralled down a rabbit (hedgehog??) hole.This is rather short but there will be more parts to it!

Part 2

What a great time the night is, isn't it? It's peaceful, and quiet and such a good time to sleep. That's what you were doing the moment this story starts, just dreaming away without a worry in the world.

It was around midnight and your parents weren't home, so the Jackson's house was all yours to relax in. Outside the night was cool and there were no birds singing, only the distant sound of dogs barking.

So it actually did came as a surprise when you simply woke up in the middle of the night. No strange sound to wake you, no alarm, no sunlight, no nothing. Only a very dry throat and a weird feeling in your gut, as if something was supposed to be happening.

The walk down the stairs and towards the kitchen felt eerie, the feeling crawling up your back like tiny spiders that digged their little pointy legs under your skin. Even the sound of the water running as you filled your cup made every hair in your body stand on end.

You could see the backyard perfectly fine from the window, the moon light shining strongly and lightning everything up. Your parent's house was luckily a few kilometers away from the town so there wasn't really a lot of light pollution (or car noise, thankfully).

You could say that it was the lack of street lights what allowed you to see the phenomenon going on in the sky, but you were pretty sure that even in a modern city you could still notice what was going on. What was going on wasn't really something you knew, but it seemed as if a star had exploded on the night sky.

Against every reason that told you that you should run away and hide you could only gape at the sky in awe. With your eyes stuck to the window you made your way into the backyard, leaving behind your glass of water without even noticing that the remaining liquid had started to float out of the glass and into the air.

There's something else in the sky. It kind of looked like a star, one that shined brighter than the rest. And then you felt it coming. Every hair in your body stood on end, a chill ran through your spine and it felt as if time itself had stopped for a second.

The puddles of water that were left from the rain started to float, rising from the ground.

And then everything was silent.

You breathed in.

But you didn't have time to exhale.

A BOOM sounded,and the strength that, the thing you had thought to be a star, crashed with pushed you backwards, making you fall flat on your back. Your ears were ringing and your sight a little hazy, but nonetheless you stood right back onto your feet.

You had to see what had just crashed on your backyard.

The smoke and dirt made it hard to focus on what was resting on the ground, it seemed to be an animal of sorts (or even a stuffed toy, but you doubted that), the most important thing right then was that the thing was breathing.

And that it had made a huge hole in your backyard.

Your parents were so going to kill you.

[werewolfnarrative]

TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE

Dragon!Sylus X F!Reader

Synopsis: you find out about Sylus' past, and open up with each other. Buried urges ressurface and your newfound relationship reaches new depths.

INCLUDES: reader with pathological anxiety and descriptions, kinda self-loathing Sylus, sexual content, kissing, making out, nipple teasing, oral sex (F! receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names. [Sylus goes into heat]

ATTENTION! This post contains mental health issues and sexual content. Do not proceed if it makes you uncomfortable or if you are underage. By going forward, you consent to seeing this.

TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE

You wake up screaming. That was the final piece of the story that had been plaguing you for months when you dreamed. Sylus's lifeless body laying in the fields of Tarus City, his body desintegrating like dust.

Sometimes, the dream was disconnected. You are not sure if the reality was you living with him in the abandoned chappel, remaining trapped your cell and your love visiting you under the night sky, or being used as bait for his demise.

It made you sick.

Messy white hair laid beside you on the enormous bed. Black silky sheets covered the rest of his body. The sight calmed you on many other nights, when he had no urgent business and could take a nap with you.

The silk made it too easy for you to drown on your thoughts and spiral into anxiety. You get up to drink some water and hopefully clear your head. Sylus' base was always chilly, especially now, and the floor tiles burned the soles of your feet as you make your way to his kitchen.

You fetch yourself a glass, feeling disconnected from the task as your brain was focused into something else. His horns, his wings, his heart. A body ceasing to exist before your very eyes.

No! Count five things you can see, three you can touch. Take long, deep breaths. Don't think about the dreams. Don't think about it don't think about itdon'tthink abo-

"Up so soon, sweetie?" A deep voice, with such noticeable difference to your own, shakes away your thoughts. Sylus is standing in the doorway, his robes ruffled because of his previous position on the bed. A lovely sight.

"Good morning?" You think of an excuse to be up. "I was thirsty." He analyzes the glass in your hand and relaxes slightly. "Hmm. Come back to bed then." His tall frame dissapears behind the door, but you continue standing there.

If you go back to bed now, your brain will eat you whole. The memories are still too fresh, too vivid, to grand you some solace. Sylus quickly realizes you are not behind him, and returns to the kitchen with an inquisitive gaze.

"Is something the matter?" The day's first rays of sunshine begin filling the room and setting in the decorations of the wall. Your problems seem so... maneagable when you are with him, your fears so small under the morning light.

"I saw you die." Despite being a master in hiding his emotions, after an entire existence fighting for survival, there is hurt in his eyes. You both walk towards each other in a desperate embrace. For how long did he have the same dreams, unable to share them with anyone?

You both stay there for a long time, the warmth of his body bringing great comfort. "I don't want to go back to bed. I feel like I'll go crazy if I do." You feel his pointy chin pressing a little harder into your shoulder when he nods. "Would you be interested in breakfast?"

"That sounds lovely." Both your figures separate, but before he could reach the kitchen cabinets you reach for his face. Your hands cradle Sylus' cheeks lovingly, and you peck him on the lips and the tip of his nose. "Before we begin, though, I will bring you a jacket. As much as I enjoy the sight, kitten, it's too cold to walk around in a camisole."

-

The following week was considerably better than that fatidic morning. Sylus seemed to be in a good mood (or as good as it can be in the N109 Zone), and the nighmares subsided.

Even if your sleeping schedules coudn't be further apart, and you had to travel back to Linkon because of a few Wanderer sightings, some aspects of your routines allowed you to see each other. And for a while, that was enough.

You notice something is off when, in a friday morning, Sylus does not message you before retrieving to his quarters. That was unusual, but not impossible. Maybe he was in the middle of a meeting, or a terribly urgent matter was at hand.

Even so, you spend the rest of the day waiting for a call that never arrived. Tara asked if everything was alright during lunch break (no it wasn't) and you said "just a tiring week."

With Linkon City bathed in golden hues, you try to call Sylus once. Twice. And then a third time, just to be sure. All attempts fell right into his voicemail until you decide enough is enough.

"Miss Hunter?" Luke inquired. You could hear the voice of the other twin right behind him, and something seemed terribly askew. "Is something the matter?" "Actually, there is. Did something happen to Sylus?"

Static. Silence. Static.

"No." The boy was a terrible liar, even after so many years working under Sylus' eye. "I am on my way. Stay put." Both of the bodyguards screamed at the same time, and there were unmistakeable "it's not necessary" and "he's fine" that falled on deaf years when you pulled the phone.

-

The travel to the N109 was starting to be pleasant. After a few months visiting Sylus and vice versa, both of these locations were familiar to you. Your lives were intertwined.

Luke and Kieran were exactly where you had seen them the last time, sitting on their favourite desk. When you had told them to stay put, it was certainly an eufemism, but it was too late to tell them now.

"Where is he?" Heads low, they pointed to the master bedroom above the stairs. Was he sick? Maybe his voice failed him, that's why there were no calls or voicemails (surely a written message would suffice) and the anger inside subsided.

Even a few dozens of meters away from the door, you can feel strong waves coming from Sylus' room. Heat, like the inside of an oven. Looking under the door, there were no light sorces coming from inside.

"Sylus?" You whisper. "Are you awake?" You finish your words with a light knock on the door. The carved wood opens with a swing in the blink of an eye, and your body is pulled inside the darkness by strong arms.

"What are you doing here?" The hoarse voice purrs. He rests his head atop of yours, and you can hear Sylus take a sniff out of your hair. "I should be the one asking questions, mister. Why didn't you reply to my texts?"

He seems elated with the interrogation. "Worried about me?" Both his arms hold your waist in a vice grip. Your eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness in his bedroom, and that is enough to start seeing the outline of an uncharacteristic mess.

Many pillows are on top of the bed, only rivaled by the covers that fight for the same space. Items and clothes are scattered across every meter of the floor, and some cabinets' door looked like were torn open.

"What the hell happened here? Are you sick?" His body is completely bare, save for black boxer briefs. There was no way he spend the entire day only wearing that. You touch his forehead and feel the scorching hot skin.

He groans in a way you never heard before.

"One question at a time, love." He pauses for a moment, his eyes shiny even without luminosity. "I apologise for not sending you texts about my... condition. And yes, you could say I am sick." That does not seem like an objective answer at all.

Your hand travels lower, to his cheek, and he nuzzles your palm with intensity. "Will you tell me what is bothering you? Or will I have to suffer through nightmares again?" That seems to snap him out of his trance.

"I would never hurt you on purpose, kitten." He lowers his head to inhale your neck, a sound akin to a purr leaving his throat. After a few seconds, he seems to muster the courage to look you in the eyes.

"I'm in... heat." The entire world drowns in silence. Maybe there is no world outside this room anymore. Sylus' dark pupils are completely overwhelming the blood color of his eyes. "What?" You mutter after a few seconds.

His laugh is beautiful. Hoarse. "Since you already know the truth about my nature, you should realize that there are some... setbacks." You don't reply right away as the puzzle pieces connect in your mind. Sylus sees this a rejection, though, since he steps away to the opposite corner of the room.

"I promise I will text you once this is all over. The twins will provide everything you need in the meanwhile." You had not rejected him, not really. It was just... a lot to find out in a very short timespan.

You gently approach him, his eyes downcast and sad. "What if the twins can't provide what I want? What I need?" Sylus' eyes shoot up with newfound verocity. "Do you really want to do this, kitten?"

Maybe actions do speak louder than words. If you can't tell him, you will show him. Your hands leave feather light touches in his neck and shoulders, working as the perfect leverage. He shivers in your hold, and you see the bulge in his briefs.

You bite his shoulder. Hard. Sylus gasps-screams in your hold and his toned legs give out for half a second. "You are really in for it now, kitten." That was the last time you heard his soft voice that day. Faster than you could blink, your body is thrown into the soft cushions of the bed and his hands are all over yours.

Sylus' tongue plays with your bottom lips before diving in. You are breathless as he explores every space you allow him to. His hips are moving against yours, looking for clothed friction. Your mouths separate so he can undress your upper body.

"I want you to tell me about this next time it happens." You try to remain lucid and tell him what you want to say, but that task gets considerably more dificult as your articles of clothing are disappearing one by one. He bites your shoulders and your tits as he makes his way down.

"As if you would want to spend the next few days with me in this state, kitten." He responds so matter-of-factly, a small furrow on his brow. What did he tought you were doing here then? That trail of tought is interrupted when the cold air of the room greets your bare pussy. "I will let you go when the time is right, but until then, I will take all you can give me."

Your underwear was soaked, and Sylus certainly did notice. He chose mercy upon you though, since he moved his mouth towards your core like a man starved. "Stay with me now." His lips and tongue made way from your hole to your clit, letting you positively drenched. Something about this felt more real, more intimate.

"What If I - hah-hnng! - want to stay?" His tongue massages you flat, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Why would you want that?" Sylus' hot breath was a perfect stimuli too, you found.

"Because I care about you? Even if dont do- oh - n't believe so." You were so close to your orgasm, and your partner seemed to have picked up the signs. The slurping and sucking were so loud, there was no way no one was hearing it. "Come on, love, make a mess on me."

How could such a request be denied? You make a mess on his face and Sylus guides you through the waves of pleasure all the while. While you recover, he gets rid of his cum-stain boxers (you were sure it was from the earlier bite) and aligns with your entrance.

"Can I go in, kitten?" You nod and feel the hot tip making its way it. You both groan as Sylus' dick finds its way in, filling you little by little. Both your sensitivities are heightened because of the release, making all the sensations almost too much. "You feel so - hah - good, love. I have needed you for so long."

He babbles something you can't quite distinguish when he bottoms out, but his sounds of pleasure are in a higher pitch than usual. Sylus waits a little before beggining to move, changing his attention to your breasts and erect nipples. His tongue does not stop when his hips begin to move, trying so hard to do everything at once.

Sylus' endurance truly is something to behold, but this did not seem to be the case today. His thrust were erratic since the beggining, and one unexpected orgasm suddenly overtook him. Even then, he continued trough hisses of overstimulation to give you your high.

"Hey." You coo. "There's no need to overdo it, you know? We will be here for the next few days, after all." When Sylus lifts his head, you see a hint of embarassment in his eyes. "We truly are doing this together, aren't we?" You nod, satisfied that he understood the message.

"Our souls are forever bound, my dragon. You won't ever get rid of me again." He holds your hand so gently inside his own so he can kiss your knuckles. "If that is the case, miss hunter, I will never let you go."

He starts moving again, and there is bliss.

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[airlocksandaviaries]

OH

MY

FUCKING

GOD

HE'S PERFECT!!!!

Oh, Archivist. [I drew him in greyscale, and then turned the colours on last, so I had no idea how he would turn out!! He is truly crunched in quality, I recommend clicking the image itself. ID in ALT text too.]

[decaysings]

mini comic based on @loveshaze's absolutely LOVELY fic merrily, merrily featuring my fav old men (and chronic pain rep that was so MWAH) ‼️ live laugh love tianjiu

[ID: scum villain fancomic of tianlang jun and shen jiu. there are five panels.

panel 1 & 2: tianlang jun looks at shen jiu, mouth slightly open. his right arm (from the viewer's pov) has fallen off at the shoulder. he has tanned skin, pointy ears, and gray streaks in his hair. shen jiu frowns as he looks back at him, holding a needle between his lips as he says, "your gaze is distracting." he has green eyeliner, gray streaks, and prosthetic hands modeled after porcelain.

panel 3: shen jiu stitches tianlang jun's arm back on with a golden thread. his hands shake in pain.

panel 4 & 5: a closeup of tianlang jun's hands starting to intertwine with shen jiu's as he says, "allow me to repay the favor." a red spiral circles their hands as tianlang jun transfers his energy to shen jiu to relieve his pain. they intertwine further as shen jiu answers, "no one asked you to."

end ID]

[daryldove]

My Obsession Grows

nsfw, sub!daryl x succubus!reader

𖹭 implied dubious consent, orgasm denial, public sex (they're in the woooods)

You lick your lips as Daryl's tanned, broad chest heaves under your touch. He's on his back, shirtless, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, and looking so irresistibly delicious that you wonder why you hadn't pounced sooner.

“Stop fighting it,” your voice is sultry, playful, you're having fun teasing him, and you're not bothering to hide it. Your hand holds his jaw as you grind your hips against the bulge under his pants, you knew it, as grumpy as he's trying to seem, he's getting off on this.

Daryl is wound up like a spring, eyes narrowed and body stiff. He feels too on edge, exposed—you're in the middle of the fucking woods, goddamn it—and the way you're acting so smug is pissing him off. But his body can't resist you, no matter how hard he tries, it's like there's a wall stopping him from denying you. And the more he spirals, he's not really sure anymore if he wants to. Admittedly, he's desperate and aching for something that isn't just his hand. So he can't find the energy to really care enough about anything but the perfect view he has of your tits. Or the way your hips feel straddling him, hot and flush.

Nor does he care that your skin shimmers in an unsettling way, or how your ears are just a little too pointy. He was freaked out at first, with the wings and the tail, too. Now he's just embarrassed by how much it's all turning him on. (And at this rate, what hasn't he seen? That chupacabra was real, thank you very much.)

Daryl grunts as your tail slides under his waistband, receiving a sly smile from you. He was just so easy to wind up, with an underlying eagerness to serve under all that masculinity. Surprising, but very much welcomed.

You lean down to lick along his bottom lip before capturing them in a sloppy kiss. You can feel how pent up he is, as if it's buzzing just beneath the surface of his skin. Your tail continues its journey, and Daryl lets out a choked moan as it wraps around his shaft. His head falls back, and for a second you're convinced he's gonna cum right then and there.

You raise your hips with a smirk, hands travelling down his thighs as you move back. “Best get these off first, hmm?” His pants are barely tugged down enough before your lips wrap around the head of his cock, causing his hips to jerk at your unexpected action. You don't slow, simply sliding your tongue up the underside of his shaft as you watch him with narrow eyes.

“Fuck–” Maybe pent up was an understatement, because it takes no time at all for Daryl's orgasm to start building. You can feel it practically radiating off him, can see it in the way he curls his fingers into the dirt floor. Only when he's at the brink, grunting and clenching a hand around your horn, do you pull away.

Daryl whines, a pathetic, tantalising sound that sends throbs of pleasure straight to your core. And rushes to prop himself up to look at you with a glare that would be intimidating in any other situation. “Patience, pretty boy." Your words only make his frown deepen. Cute.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨On My Knees for You✨

Dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to do a fic for a while that was all about making Joel Miller feel good. So thank you to @lotusbxtch and @mountainsandmayhem for feeding me ideas and letting me scream with you about this one 🩵 I wrote this one for my Halloween writing event!

This is a one-shot for my series Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller. It takes place a little over a year into their relationship. I hope you enjoy these two love birds! Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for beta reading 🩵

Summary: You’re supposed to be getting ready for a Halloween party, but maybe you’ll just have to be late because all you can think about is getting on your knees and making Joel Miller feel so good.

Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: Porn with plot, getting ready for a Halloween party, angel and devil couples costumes, cock/ball worshipping, deepthroating, dirty talking, pet names, use of daddy, no use y/n, age gap (reader late 20’s, Joel late 40’s), teasing

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Sparkles shimmer across your light pink eyeshadow, sprinkling down your glowing cheeks. Dark red lipstick stains your lips a cherry-coated color. The black eyeliner that’s sharpened into pointy cat eyes makes your eyes pop under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. Your hair spirals into perfect waves as you adjust the halo that sits atop the crown of your head. With one more spritz of cotton candy perfume, you’re ready for the Halloween party.

   When you exit the bathroom, you linger in the full-length mirror, adjusting the feathery wings that lay flat against your back. You circle slowly, examining your lacey angel costume for the Halloween party. One that Joel was taking you to, even if he wasn’t normally one to get excited to dress up or participate in Halloween parties. He was doing it for you. Plus, you might’ve got Tommy and Maria to convince him to go. 

   He eventually gave in after a few times of pressing, but he’d never say no to you. He was always going to go, if that’s what you wanted. Because he loves you and would do just about anything for you, even wear matching couples costumes. One an angel, the other a devil.

   You giggle as you think of the events that unraveled over the past few months. Joel Miller, your father’s best friend, the man who was off-limits to you for so long was now your boyfriend. It was all a silly little flirting game until it wasn’t. All that changed when he gave in and kissed you under his living room lights a little over a year ago. Back when he gave you that handsy guitar lesson that turned into crowding your body and fucking you relentlessly into the leather of his couch. 

   You still remember it so clearly. Just like it was yesterday. His plush lips nipping at your delicate neck, licking flames into your sweat-coated skin. His meaty hands teasing up your thighs, enticing words making you give in, his smoldering eyes lighting you on fire as he slipped two fingers beneath your drenched lace. And then, you were gone. 

   And now? The two of you were unstoppable, unbreakable. Two flames that couldn’t burn without the other. He was your favorite part of every day. Your infinite. Even if your father wasn’t thrilled when he found out, he eventually came around. And now, Joel Miller was all yours.

   The almost sheer mini skirt barely grazes the tops of your thighs, your thigh-high shimmering tights teasing your tanned skin. The white satin corset hugs your curves tightly, silk ribbon spilling underneath your pushed-up breasts, sparkly heels flashing diamonds under the dim lights of Joel’s room.

   He’s going to absolutely lose it when he sees you in this sexy getup. Especially when he gets a peek at your new lacey white panties. The ones you’re hoping he’ll rip off later tonight. 

   You hear him shuffling around downstairs, truck keys jangling by the front door, leather boots making their way toward the staircase. Suddenly, you have the best idea. A little Halloween treat to satisfy his hunger. The kind of surprise that’ll leave him tongue tied and speechless.

   You perch yourself on the edge of the bed, letting the navy comforter pull up your mini skirt higher, almost exposing your brand new lingerie. You arch your back, lean against your hands and wait with bated breath for him to find you all splayed out just for him. Like a present he’ll get to savor over and unwrap slowly.

   You can’t wait to see his reaction. 

   His heavy footsteps shake beneath the wooden steps, voice deep and booming as he shouts up to the bedroom. “Baby, you almost ready? Think Tommy’s gonna beat us there.”

   “Mhm. Can you come here for a second? Need a little help with something,” you call out, pushing your breasts together so he gets the best view of your sexy Halloween costume. 

   It was your idea to go as an angel this year, and Joel chose to be a handsome devil. And God, he was handsome alright. Even if he chose to wear his favorite green flannel and dark blue jeans. He pulled it off just fine with red devil horns and a glowing pitchfork.

   Two more steps and he’s turning right into the room, his broad body filling the expanse of the doorframe. “Okay, sweetheart. But we gotta… go.” He freezes in the doorway, wide brown eyes gawking at you as his mouth drops to the floor. 

   And… jackpot. 

   “Surprise,” you say in a lilty voice, biting your bottom lip to tease him even more. Get the blood pumping in just the right places.

   “Baby, you’re—you’re…” He drops the plastic pitchfork to the floor with a bang, his mouth hanging open like a thirsty hound dog. 

   “What? Cat got your tongue?” you tease, sliding your heels along the grey carpet, eyefucking him while you lick your bottom lip enticingly slow. 

   That does it right there. You can see it in his glassy brown irises. He’s done for.

   “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. That outfit. It’s—fuck,” he replies, voice husky and shaky from your relentless teasing.

   “You like it?” You cock your head and give him a sexy smirk, eyelashes fluttering his way.

   He takes a step inside the room and drags a palm over his patchy beard slowly, his eyes gliding down your body like he’s memorizing every single inch of you. “Baby, I don’t like it. I love it. Never seen such a pretty angel look so sexy before. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you beautiful girl.”

   “Bought it just for you. And these…” You slowly spread your legs, exposing the lacy panties that are now slick and wet from anticipation of him seeing you.

   He audibly groans, curses under his breath as he takes a few steps forward, mouth dropped as his eyes slide over your core.

   “Don’t you dare start that. Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growls, his towering body hovering over yours like he’s about to pin you down on the bed. “‘Cause if you do, we ain’t leavin’ this house for another hour.”

   You lift your leg and push him back with your bedazzled heel, making him back up a few steps so you can slide down to the floor. He looks at you with questions swirling in his caramel pools, one eyebrow arching as he watches you get on all fours. He mutters a curse under his breath when he realizes what you’re doing.

   You’re teasing the hell out of him.

   “I just want to do one thing first,” you whisper, voice low as you start to crawl toward him, dragging your hands and knees unhurriedly, clawing the soft carpet until you’re right beneath his looming form.

   Your hands languidly snake up his legs, fingernails digging into the denim of his jeans, leisurely making your way to the jagged zipper.

   “Baby…” he mutters, choking out when you start palming him through his jeans. 

   “Joel,” you smirk, working his hard length through the material of his blue jeans. You’re basically drooling at the feel of his thick bulge against the palm of your hand. Can already tell how badly he wants you. 

   God, it makes more slick run down the gusset of your white lace. 

   “We’re gonna be late,” he breathes heavily as you pop his top button open and lazily drag the zipper down.

   “So, we’ll be late,” you whisper, smiling up at him while you bite your bottom lip seductively. Your hands pull his leather belt through the belt loops, and then you start to shimmy his jeans and black boxers down to the ground.

   He places a hand swiftly on yours and halts you before you go any further. “You’re gonna ruin your pretty red lipstick, sweetheart,” he tries to warn, his chocolate eyes growing darker by the second. 

   “Then let me ruin it.” You push him down into the light brown lounge chair and tug his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free of the confines of the tight material. You gasp when you see how hard and swollen and thick he is. He looks like a fucking work of art. Art that you want to devour.

   “Goddamn it,” he groans as you work his length up and down, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Sliding the precum that bubbles over his swollen red tip up and down his shaft. Just the way he likes it. 

   “Let me make you feel good, daddy,” you beg, teasing your tongue over the head of his cock and running it slowly over the slit. He groans as you taste his salty precum. “Wanna taste you, swallow you, choke on you.”

   “Yeah?” he croaks, one hand pushing a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl wants to choke on me?”

   “Mhm,” you hum, licking up the underside of his cock, tongue gliding over the large vein that wraps around his thick length. “Choke me, handsome devil. Wanna gag on your fat cock.”

   He grips the back of your hair roughly and pulls hard, forcing your eyes up to meet his deep black pits. But the way he’s smiling at you, a playful smirk curling over his plush mouth, tells you he’s letting you take control just as much as he is. “C’mere then. Be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips around daddy’s cock,” he chuckles darkly. You happily oblige with a smirk.

   Taking your time, you kiss up the length of him, languidly flicking and swirling your tongue in circles against his angry tip. You giggle when he curses under his breath and audibly gasps when you take him deep in your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you take him deeper and deeper. Until your nose is hitting his coarse, wiry hairs at the base of him, sputtering and choking as his tip kisses the back of your throat.

   “Fuckkk, baby,” he whimpers while his hand holds your curls back from getting in the way.

   You love to tease him, love to savor his salty flavor all over your tastebuds, let his seed run down the back of your throat when his orgasm bubbles over. You could do this all day. Get down on your knees while he takes you to church with his thick cock thrusting deep inside your throat. Being choked never felt or tasted so good. Not until Joel Miller showed up. Not until you got that first taste of him over a year ago. 

   You’re addicted, obsessed with making him feel good after he gets home from work. He always makes you feel good, so there’s nothing you love better than making him feel twice as good. He’s a good man, the best you’ve ever had. Now it’s your turn to show him just how much he means to you. 

   You gag around his hard cock, sputtering as you pull your mouth away, leaving behind a bead of drool that connects from your puffy lower lip and ends at his swollen tip. Your eyes are watery, mascara clumped on your wet eyelashes, and you feel how smeared your red lipstick is. But never mind that because Joel’s looking down at you like you’re the shiniest diamond in the world, pupils blown out and a cheeky grin plastered on his mouth.  

   “Feel good, daddy?” you ask, hand sliding in smooth motions over his massive cock, tongue licking at the bottom of one of his balls while you continue to fist him up and down, smearing more precum and drool in the process. 

   He hisses when you begin to suck, drool caking his skin while you start giving the other one attention with your other hand, squeezing and licking back and forth. “Yeah. Feels real good, babygirl. Makin’ daddy feel so good,” he moans while you massage his balls and work your tongue back up his shaft, leaving red lipstick marks all down his ballsack.

   You fucking love worshipping his cock, his balls, his everything. And you love the way he moans, bucks his hips when you deepthroat him, mutters out curses when he’s so close to coming undone. You savor his salty taste, memorize his guttural groans, praise the way he moans your name when he’s thrusting deep inside your throat. 

   You just love him. And you love making the man cum.

   Deciding to tease him more, you flick your tongue in tantalizing circles, right over his most sensitive spot where his slit pumps more precum out. 

   “Babygirl,” he warns in a husky voice, a deep growl biting at the edge of his throat. 

   “Yes, daddy?” you ask innocently, batting your long eyelashes up at the love of your life. 

   “I’m gonna need ya to stop teasin’ me, darlin’,” he murmurs, eyes slightly narrowed. 

   You giggle, popping him out of your mouth for just a second to catch your breath. “Or what?” you challenge, hoping he’ll catch on or give you what you both want. 

   “You know what,” he smirks, his fingers tangling around your loose curls tightly and drawing you closer. 

   You tick your head to the side and smirk while he matches your fiery stare. He wants it just as badly as you do because you fucking love to swallow him. “Is the big bad devil going to choke me?”

   “Mhm. That’s right, angel. The devil’s gonna choke you alright.” He pushes your head down until your lips are molded to his cock, driving you down down down until you’re gasping for breath. When he brings you back up for air, he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his mouth you’ve ever seen.

   “Look at you. Fuckin’ droolin’ and makin’ a mess on my cock, babygirl,” he smirks, pupils blown wide as he takes in your tear-soaked face. 

   “Mhm. Your mess,” you breathe out with a gasp. 

   He chuckles and nods his head, his tousled curls now messy and disheveled against his sweat-drenched forehead. “That’s right, love. My mess,” he smiles, his light brown irises glistening under his blown-out pupils. “Wanna deepthroat me, sweetheart?”

   You nod up at him with tired eyes, wanting nothing more than to make him cum. “Yes, daddy,” you mewl. 

   “That’s my good girl,” he praises. 

   You settle your palms on his strong thighs, hovering just above his swollen tip. He repositions his hand and fists your hair gently, slowly pulling you back down until you’re sliding your pursed lips over his thick length, taking in his deep musk that masks the stifling air. 

   Taking a deep breath, you get in position and let him work you up and down his length, his hips starting to rut up until he’s fucking your mouth at a rapid pace. You hollow your cheeks, suck him deeper as he thrusts his cock in and out, making you gurgle and gag around his thick width.

   “Jesus Christ, takin’ me like such a good girl. Feels—fuck. Feels good, baby. You still okay?” he chokes out, sweat beading down his tanned forehead as you squeeze his thigh and look up at him through watery eyes. The signal you give him to show him you’re just fine.

   “I’m so… goddamn it. Need to feel you,” he groans, fucking his cock deeper down your throat. As deep as he can go without suffocating you. You just take it, let him pull your hair forcefully, let him hear just how full of him you are, let him use you to get the release he deserves.

   “I’m ’bout to… ‘bout to cum. Ahhhh fuck. Right there. I’m right fuckin’ there,” he moans, throwing his head back as he fucks your throat relentlessly.

   The room starts to spin like a tornado as he shoves you down, deepthroating you as much as you can take. Drool coats your chin. Sputtering, obscene noises fill the room as your throat constricts around his fat cock. You have to breathe through your nose to get any airflow because you’re suffocating.

   Your vision blackens, throat so full of drool and his cock that you think you’ll pass out. Think you might just see heaven’s gates before Joel orgasms. 

   Just when you think you’re done for, Joel’s guttural groans pull you out of the fog. Your nose nudges against his coarse hair, lips molded around his huge width, throat open and squeezing around him as tears stream down your ruined face. 

   “That’s it. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Want you—want you to swallow,” he moans, fingers locked tight in your hair, pulling your head down until you feel him start to spill.

   “Right there. Right—ahhhh fuck.” He’s coming undone, hot ropes of cum leaking down your throat. That salty taste that makes you cross your eyes and suck him down.

   You can’t feel anything but his seed coating your throat,  cum spilling over your smeared red lips, drool caking your chin and sliding down his balls. He’s fucking wrecked. Just like you are. 

   You stay right there, hands firmly on his thighs, lapping up the delicious salt of him until he’s slowly coming back down from his high. And then you’re slowly getting pulled off his long length, drool coating his softening cock.

   You sputter out, coughing violently from being choked by Joel’s thick cock. His large hand glides between your shoulder blades, trying to help you swallow it all down, get ahold of yourself once more. And when you finally feel like you can breathe the stifling air, you collapse against his thigh, cheek pressed against tanned skin as you focus on deep breaths.

   You feel his hand gently massage the back of your scalp, rubbing light circles on the crown of your head as he whispers for you to relax. It feels good. Feels relaxing when he’s caressing you like this. Like you’re his best girl. 

   You are his best girl.

   “Easy now, baby. Jus’ breathe. Did so good for me,” he coos, fingers lacing through your now messy curls. You know you’re a fucking mess, but you just don’t care. 

   “Did I make you feel good, daddy?” you ask, speech a little slurred and voice hoarse from deepthroating Joel.

   He lifts your chin up, index finger and thumb stroking your skin, starting a warm flame kindling in your body. When you lift your eyes, you’re met with warm, syrupy eyes. Eyes that you fell in love with the moment you saw them that first day at the lake.

   His smile is so warm, so big. He looks like he has stars in his brown eyes the way he’s looking at you. All in love while his thumb caresses lovingly against your cheek. “Mhm. Made daddy feel real good, pretty girl,” he grins, eyes shimmering like onyx under the dim lights. 

   God, you love this man.

   “Yeah?” you ask, giggling when he leans down and gets right at eye level with you, a huge smile curling over his plush mouth.

   “Yeah,” he confirms, pushing a loose curl behind your ear before he pulls you into his broad body. His lips crash against yours. His whiskey taste serenading your tongue, woodsy scent making you heated and dizzy from the smell of him. He’s like a drug you can’t get enough of. Addicting and dangerous but yet bottled up with love and care. 

   When he pulls away from you, he smirks, hand trailing down your breasts, going south until he’s trying to slide between your thighs. “Now, let me take care of this—”

   You stop him right there, shoving his hand away with a tsk. “We need to go, baby. We’ll be late.”

   “But I…”

   “Later,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, brushing your lips against warm skin and leaving a red lipstick mark on his cheek.

   He chuckles and nods, teasing his calloused fingers along the nape of your neck. “Alright, sweetheart. Jus’ know that when we get home tonight, I’m takin’ real good care of that pussy. Understand?” He gives you that look. The one that makes your skin tingle and clit pulse with need. You’re going to suffer through this entire Halloween party if he keeps teasing you like that. 

   “Understood, handsome. You going to do that one thing? You know, that special trick with your tongue. What do you call it? Tongue twister,” you giggle while he throws back his head and lets out a belly-aching chuckle. One that makes warmth bubble up inside you. You could listen to him laugh for hours. That melodic, carefree sound. You love to see him happy.

   He wipes off some of the drool and red lipstick on the sleeve of his flannel, laughing as he cleans you off. “You’re such a mess. You know that?”

   You give him a big toothy smile and nod. “Mhm. You love it, though.”

   He sighs and shakes his head, chuckling while he strokes his thumb under the bottom of your lip. “Mmm, yeah. I love you, pretty girl.”

   “I love you too, Joel,” you murmur, eyes glossy. You’re so in love. You give him a quick peck to the cheek and smile up at him, like he’s your entire world.

   He scoops you up off the floor and leads you to the bathroom, littering kisses up and down your jawline. “C’mon. Let’s get your cleaned up before we go. Don’t need ‘em knowin’ what we’ve been doin’ tonight,” he laughs. 

   After he cleans you off with a warm washcloth, you fix your costume and hair. Red lips glossy again, halo straight, wings flat against your back, corset back in place, miniskirt grazing your thighs. And then he takes your hand and leads you down the stairs, into his truck, and to the party.

   Halloween parties were always something you loved, but what you loved more was making Joel Miller, the love of your life, feel good. And that’s exactly what you did tonight. 

   You made his entire Halloween once again.

Tagging a few moots 🩵 @almostfoxglove @almostempty @magpiepills @sanarsi @ace-turned-confused

@aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler @sawymredfox @littlevenicebitch69 @alltheirdamn @burntheedges

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 4 SPOILERS) Decided to be silly and wanted to post some sprite/ portrait Mirabelle redraws that I did for the ICAC Au!! Under the cut will be artists notes and the Speedpaint process:

GENERAL ARTISTS NOTES:

I wanted to capture the vibes of the original Mirabelle attack sprite that’s in game, but also add my own twist on it rather than just copy the exact pose verbatim. Since the original pose that the sprite is based off in game is paper/ healing I wanted it to have a sense of seriousness to it

I changed the craft sign with the hands to be both paper and scissors, since she’s a dual type and I think that the vibes of “just attack” in the original game is to go all out and not hold back. Whatever is the most efficient and quickest way to brutally take out your enemy.

This is also why the the sparkles and effects around Mira is different: She’s using both paper and scissors so she’d have the FX for both in her attack portrait.

I changed the expression to look more serious (shadowed face, the circles within circle eyes is a reference to the fact her eyes go in a spiral when she defeats the king in the canon game of ISAT.

For anyone new to the Au and didn’t catch the design details beforehand: in the ICAC au Mirabelle was the one to lose the eye protecting Bonnie from the sadness instead of Siffrin! She has a eyepatch made by Isabeau and it has the change symbol on it. Her hair usually covers the blind eye in most sprites barring few exceptions ( certain parts of act 4, Act 5 and act 6 etc.)

She also has a sharper/ pointier bow in comparison to canon isat Mirabelle. This is mainly because I noticed the pixel sprites for Mirabelle the bow looks very sharp and pointy in isat but the sprites themselves are rounded, so I thought it would be neat to play with the shape language of the design and make the bow sharper in the portraits as well

[kiame-sama]

oh my glob! I love grimms names for the others! Can we get a list of the names he's given them?

Sure!

Warnings: Grim doesn't care to learn anyone's name except his Hooman's and he doesn't care if he is being a menace, gn reader,

The Human: Hooman, (Mama/Papa), (Y/n)

Crowley: Feathers, Crow

Divus: Seal-guy, Water-Dog

Vargas: Cow-Man, Muscles

Trein: Old-Cat, History Guy

Sam: Shadows

Papa Hades: Sad-Guy

Ace: Goat-guy, cards

Deuce: Spiral, shovel

Cater: Diamond dust, Swampy

Trey: Water-Horse, Kelp

Riddle: Pointy-Horse, Mr. Rules

Jack: Fluffy-tail

Ruggie: Chuckles

Leona: Lion-a-guy

Floyd: Smiles

Jade: Mushroom Guy, Fish-sticks

Azul: Tentacles, Glasses

Jamil: Scales

Kalim: Air-Head, Lamp

Epel: Vines, Flower

Rook: Spooder, Legs

Vil: Birdy

Idia: Flames

Ortho: Fire-ball

Sebek: Loud-Dog

Silver: Antlers

Lilia: Bat-wings

Malleus: Tsuno