#this is extremely self indulgent

[gravedigg]

Sing me your sweet song, dig your talons in my skin

[lillysaurus12]

*gently places this shitty ms paint comic on the table in front of you* dinner is served, sire

[truegoist]

Be touchy with rin !!! Hug and kiss him everytime you see him !! (even if he might’ve just left the room for 3 minutes) Pinch his cheeks!! Hold his hand!!! He’ll groan and scold you on it with a pinch of pink in his cheeks, insisting that he hates it.

But tone it down just for a day and he’ll come to you at the end, tail behind legs, asking what he did wrong ♡

[meziniart]

Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun

[pastelcocoa]

screw it im posting her here, she's my spotsona n her name is dot

[effervescentdragon]

A/b/o Charlos 👀

parts 1 2 3 4 🙃

Carlos spends his rut alone.

It's one of the worst ones in his life. He feels completely and utterly wretched, and the whole week passes in a daze of anger, arousal, and sorrow. The first two emotions, he'd expected. They've been more or less the same ever since he presented, ever-present and common. He knows how to deal with both his anger and agression and with his unnaturally heightened state of arousal, despite all of them being more intense than ever. It makes sense, since this is the first rut he spends without someone to f- for company.

Caco and his father both called him a fool.

"You have willing omegas and betas, and even alphas at your disposal, just waiting for us to call!" his father had hissed. "And you decide to suffer this alone, Junior, like a complete fool! I thought you were smarter."

"What the fuck are you playing at, Carletes?" Caco had asked. "I don't know why you're acting like a fool, but this is just plain fucking stupid!"

Carlos hadn't budged, no matter how much they insisted. His ruts, just like those of all the alphas on the grid, were timed to happen during the summer break. The moment final race had ended, Carlos had run back to his home in Spain, because he could feel his rut incoming much faster than usual. He'd closed himself off for the week, adamant to go through it alone this time. If his father or Caco had a suspicion as to reason for it, they hadn't mentioned it to Carlos. It was the thing he was most grateful for, because how was he supoosed to explain that the thought of touching anyone who wasn't Charles made him want to scream? How was he supposed to say it out loud when he could barely admit it in the confines of his own mind?

He kept pretending Charles had nothing to do with it until the moment when everything hurt so much and he couldn't bear it and so finally he took himself in hand and whimpered Charles' name as he came all over himself. From then on, it was an inevitable soundtrack to the week from hell, a litany of Charles' name that echoed through his empty apartment multiple times a day and night both as his biology wreaked havoc on his senses. When the red haze of anger took him, because he was alone when he wasn't supposed to be alone, he wished he could break the world so that he wouldn't have to think about how his insides felt like they were breaking irreparably. And then his dick reminded him that it wasn't over yet and he was at the mercy of his hormones, and he went on like that until he couldn't tell arousal and anger apart anymore.

But all of that, he could handle. It wasn't a problem. Isn't a problem, because Carlos refuses to make it into one.

It's the sorrow that throws him off completely.

It comes in waves that leave him breathless, panting and shaking and crying. It comes in the middle of his orgasms and punches the breath out of his lungs and diminishes any respite he may have gotten from coming. It makes him wake up from nightmares of always chasing someone whose face he can't see, hearing their familiar laugh, almost touching them before they slip through his fingers and he wakes up weeping. It breaks through the haze of his agression until he finds himself grasping for the edge of the cold pool where he was trying to swim his agression out so hard, the tiles feel like they will break under his grasp any second.

It exhausts both his body and soul until he is so miserable, he can't even take himself in hand to give himself some much needed relief.

It was a good thing he was doing this alone. He wouldn't have been able to hide this from anyone who would've been here. He would have forgotten himself, and he didn't want to risk having to first-hand check how good their NDA's were.

Charles doesn't call him through the week.

It's not that he usually calls. They don't really talk that much, except some texts here and there, so it isn't anything unusual. It still makes Carlos want to scream, or cry, or break something.

He is alone in his apartment, sitting on the floor of his balcony and looking out at the coastline, when the message comes.

Carlos thinks to ignore it all, like he's been ignoring everything during this week. He sent off messages to Caco semi-regularly that he was alright, but everything else, he'd ignored.

The moment he sees Charles' name on the screen, his heart starts beating faster. His abused dick also decides it has more in itself, even after Carlos lazily jerked off in the summer breeze not half an hour ago.

Charles: look at this 😂 [link]

Carlos opens the video automatically, and Charles' voice fills his ears. Macarena starts playing but Carlos can't care about it, or about himself in the second part of the short video, because the footage of Charles makes him start jerking himself off immediately.

He messes something up in his haste and the video changes. This time, it's an edit of Charles, and it feels like it was custom made to drive Carlos crazy. He looks at his screen and remebers what it was like, to be inside Charles, to have him underneath Carlos, to hear him say So good, Carlos, so good -

Carlos comes. He slumps back down, exhausted. His dick feels chafed, and the salty summer air brings him little relief. He still burns, burns with desire, burns for Charles.

He looks down at his phone. The video of Charles on a loop is still playing on a loop. The ocean breeze cools down the sweat on his skin. He breathes heavily, his chest feeling like it's cleaving in two. None of the smells around him are right.

He sends the video to Charles. He doesn't pause as he types I like this one better, then closes his phone and eyes both and tries to let the sound of the ocean soothe him.

[trcelyneart]

So uh, Rauru and Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd share the same English voice actor 👉🏻👈🏻

[kiwisandpearls]

had a bit of a bad day today (not gonna go into details) so here’s a selfship imagine for mostly self indulgence purposes.

Your parental f/o sees you crying when you come home. They inquire you as to why you are crying, worried that someone hurt you. You just shake your head, you don’t wanna let them know. They understand though, they don’t want to push you. They ask you if it’s ok if they touch you and if yes they envelope you in a comforting hug as they kiss your forehead and tell you comforting words. If no, then they just sit next to you to give you silent comfort. When you’ve calmed down if you wanna do next. Whatever you wanna do they’ll agree to. If it makes you happy that’s enough for them, whether it’d just be laying down and cuddling with them or being alone for a bit.

they’ll probably also cook/buy your favorite food for you and allow you to eat it in bed if you’d like. “You’ve had a rough day,” they say, “you deserve it.”

[caleblandrybones]

Nacho faces what he did to Lalo

Audio from Wake Up (2016) dir. Michael Mando

[seoksgyu]

come, come into my world

[jackiegaytona]

I found a poseable Nick model, look out friends

[akhllyss]

Lawrence Oleander with a goth gn reader

Ive been thinking about Lawrence with someone goth and this is the first time I've actually written any of my daydreams down so please feel free to critique me.

Minors do not interact with this fandom for your own safety.

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Lawrence had sworn he would try keep you as a friend, learn to restrain himself per say. This had gone on for months and you were none the wiser.

It wasn't getting any easier though. 

How you loved asking him about whether you looked “dead enough”. How you'd feel insecure after going out and asked him why he would want to be friends with someone who likes looking dead.  How you looked absolutely stunning when asleep, unmoving as you were. His living corpse he liked to call you.

Today the weather lacked any mercy, and you, forgetful as you were, lost your scarf. The wind lashed at your cheeks. Turning you red and serving as a cruel reminder that you were still very much alive.He would change that soon.

[snowball-maltese]

I made a comic about human Morgana that is more cursed than human Morgana himself…

Before:

After:

The first thing I thought when I found out and saw that Morgana had a human form, I was like, “Oh No, He’s Hot! 😟”

Like dude look at this boy-

After seeing it I had to make this comic XD

This is not ship art. Do not tag as ship art

[mesugakl]

making some webcore yugioh charms/stickers

[xuseokgyu]

“I go for that, its on fire // Cut down my desires in the flames”

[im-no-jedi]

sneak peak of an art thing I’m working on that came to me out of nowhere hehe 😏