#whit musings

[thegraveyardshifts]

THE FUNDRAISER

CHESTER KOWALSKI....

Will be running a small stall selling portraits and taking a few commissions. As the day fades to night, he'll be behind the bar at Danse Macarbe.

CLEO CLÉMENT....

Is working with Cafe Du Monde, selling fresh beignets for the fundraiser, and a few cocktails and mocktails. Cleo will leave this job in the evening to go have fun around the city, and maybe check out the new casino.

AGATHE DE BEAUHARNAIS....

Is doing nothing but enjoying herself!

MADDOX CHIANG....

Is playing the piano at various venues, enjoying the market and drinking...perhaps a little too much.

[chaos-has-theories]

I have many (many) thoughts about Namesake now that I DO have reached pages I haven't read yet.

But the only important one is: Henry Higgins would have made an EXCELLENT host for One.

[amberinn]

I agree with Whit thick eyeliner

Hi!

can you draw CharlesxWhit on February 14th? I think, given the fact that Whit doesn't like February 14th, it will be interesting to see!!

Whit: (Wow, look at that. What a sweet lovebirds. ...Which I matched...)

Charles: (Whit is... strangely quiet...?)

Thank you!

[anunkindncss]

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

- Nick ❤️

It happened on occasion. Nick was not a fan of bullies coming after the kids he practically raised from the park, so when one of them came running into the shop and quite literally leapt into the back of a car he was working on, he turned in time to see the jock squad invading his space. "You can turn around, now." He murmured, wiping off his hands as the others peered around. Leading the pack, some swollen gorilla of a brainless wonder nodded at Nick. "We're looking for the new white trash, not the old white trash."

Nick chuckled as he moved so they were toe to toe. "New white trash, huh? Can't figure out how a mirror works, can ya big guy?" It took a moment for the other to process before his face screwed up, making him look more Donkey Kong-esque than before, and he swung a fist, connecting right to Nick's jaw. The hit, admittedly, sent him ass over tea kettle before he got back up, grabbing the torque wrench directly to his right. "I... would really think twice before you pull that move again, King Kong." He murmured, wiping the blood from his lip. He knew Whit was in the office, readily debating whether or not she should come out and help. He held a hand up behind him as he waved it in warning at the others. "Next one to swing gets a broken arm, and I hardly miss with this thing." It was all the warning the sport-o's needed before the sulked off with vivid commentary about what they'd do if they saw him alone.

Once they were out of sight, Nick leaned against the wall, grunting as blood pooled in his mouth again, spitting it to the ground. The kid was okay, that was all that mattered. Before long, he felt warm hands, holding his cheeks, peppering his face with kisses every other millisecond and he hummed. "I'm good, babe. I'm good."

[foreverisntenough]

A Little 'Act II' SMAU

Jude Bellingham x Reader SMAU | Following the 'Act II' fic

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📍England | [🎶 Flights Booked - Drake 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Y/N.xx Booked & Busy ✈️ view all 23 comments…

WhitneySmith She’s hereeee 🥰🥰🥰 Trentarnold66 Took ya long enough to get over here ↳ Y/N.xx But I’m here now? ↳Ma7ell Here now 😏 Winnie.Baby1 Jealous, jealous, jealous 😭 ↳Y/N.xx We miss you Win ↳WhitneySmith Get on a plane next time?

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[🎶 Private Landing - Don Toliver 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham OMW view all 1,416 comments…

User22 To where thooo???? Trentarnold66 😴😴😴 ↳ Judebellingham okay 🙄🙄🙄 Tobybishay Gonna be a movie yk WhitneySmith See you soon xx ↳ Judebellingham @/trentarnold66 this is the correct response ↳ Trentarnold66 yeah, yeah, yeah just hurry up mate Ma7ell Let’s go bro 🤝 ↳User32 OMFG wait they're all going on holiday together? ↳User10 No way… User45 Don’t be shy tell us where you’re going...

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📍Greece | [🎶 People -Libianca ft.Ayra Starr, Omah Lay 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Never want to leave. Vacances de rêve 🐚🍈📸 view all 94 comments…

TobyBishay Try not to drop your phone off the boat again pls Winnie.Baby1 Giving muse. Giving main character. Giving Winnie needs to hear the tea asap ↳Whitney.Smith Win…. Pry slide 7 👀 Louis98 Pick up your phone. Maman says to call her now ↳Y/N.xx Je le ferai, frérot!! I dropped my phone in the water! Whitney.Smith She’s just that girl. She really is just that mf girl. User09 Curiosity might've kill me because… now who is this 😭😭😭 User40 Asking for a friend… How do you get invited on a ballers holiday to Greece? Trentarnold66 9 whole pics and none of me is crazy work but okay User09 Wait… is she on this holiday with Trent and Jude? User22 Why is this entire dump giving WAG summer??? Girl, who are you!?! Judebellingham Wow 😮‍💨 User45 SOOOO.....Jude’s comment?? ↳User82 He commented and liked with 2 minutes 👀

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[🎶 on one tonight - Gunna 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Trentarnold66 Holidays like this 😮‍💨☀️🇬🇷 view all 2,014 comments…

Judebellingham Nah fr. Holidays like this on repeat bro Y/N.xx She looks absolutely beautiful… and he’s there too 😭 Ma7ell Is this your ig or Whits? Absolute melt, mate Jobebellingham footie on the beach>>> ↳judebellingham even when you lose? ↳Y/N.xx @/judebellingham erm...be nice? Tobybishay Signed up for a group hol, now on a couples retreat 🙄 ↳User22 Tell us what you know king Whitney.Smith Posting with chest I fear 👀 Ily baby 😘 User40 I spy Jude. I spy Trent. I spy a WAG being launched. What’s going on in Greece?

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[🎶 Move- Adam Port 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Full speed, Survoler Paris view all 67 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 She SAID let me stunt 😤😤😤 User37 Genuinely iconic ig dump User10 @/user91 Is this who is on the trip with them? ↳User91 OMFG.... WhitneySmith The blueprint ��� User44 Erm… Is that who I think it is?? Slide 8?? Judebellingham Time's up, return the watch ↳Y/N.xx Corny. You sure? ↳Judebellingham Come upstairs and find out ↳User89 Sorry... WTF? User11 Is that Jude fucking Bellingham? 😳😳😳 Ma7ell Might have to hold their hands when they find out that’s Whit and Trenski on the beach ↳WhitneySmith Do not start…

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📍Greece | [🎶 Fall In Love - Melvitto, Ayo Jay 🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others WhitneySmith Can’t say much else 🤫 view all 67 comments…

Trentarnold66 Baby, be serious rn… 🤤🤤🤤 Winnie.Baby1 FOMO is so real Ma7ell Who’s that in your bed? ↳WhitneySmith you’re pissing me off today lol ↳Trentarnold66 Hilarious mate 🙄 User18 Finding out Trent is actually the one punching is hilarious ↳ User09 and finding out Jude might be too? Even better 😭 Judebellingham That ain’t you in that 7th slide 🤨 ↳WhitneySmith No, it isn’t 👀 You know who that is? ↳Y/N.xx WHITNEY!!! User000 OHhhh so they’re both hot. Now I get why they’re on the trip with the boys Y/N.xx Anyways…the baddddest User47 Girl… but this post is saying SO much?

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[🎶 Greece - DJ Khaled, Drake 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham 🧿🧿🧿 view all 4,015 comments…

User22 Okay influencer bag… Why’s he posting so much? ↳ User57 There’s girls on this hol so they actually have pics lol User21 Sooo the song… just happens to be @/Y/N.xx's caption 👀 ↳ User88 OMFG ur right!?!? User90 When I say who... I mean WHO the fuck is on this holiday Jobebellingham Willingly posting that fifth slide is criminal Trentarnold66 Got that girl in slide 6’s number mate? ↳ Judebellingham you’re a melt ↳ User40 WTF is going on!?!? Tobybishay Mate cut that 5th one out 🤦‍♂️ Y/N.xx Cute Judey ↳WhitneySmith 👀👀👀 ↳ Y/N.xx Whitney stop... ↳Judebellingham Whit, Imma block you ↳WhitneySmith you wouldn’t User92 Are we going to ignore the pic of the girl in the water? Him on a boat with her? And another one at their villa?? ↳ User40 I think one is Trent’s gf… go look at his comment! Tobybishay Seriously, not too late to delete that slide

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[🎶 Money Pull Up- Blaiz Fayah, DJ Glad, Maureen 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Some more for good measure 💸 view all 201 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 Am I meant to just accept these photos and keep scrolling? User37 Wait… WTF who is this? This is on my for you page?!?! Girl?!? WhitneySmith Oh Boy 🫣... But also vibes ✨ User88 JUDE??? ↳User11 I think they’re friends? Trentarnold66 Subtle 👌 ↳WhitneySmith And you’re discreet? ↳Judebellingham Get him Whit ↳User10 Who the FUCK is Whit? Who the fuck is Y/N? User44 I think I want to be their friend group @/User28 ↳Y/N.xx you do xx Judebellingham Bel ange 🪽 ↳Y/N.xx google translate? ↳Judebellingham Oui 😉 ↳Y/N.xx Ok. User11 Jude Bellingham? What is going on 😵‍💫 ↳Y/N.xx Asking the same thing. LMK when you find out xx Winnie.Baby1 No, seriously… answer my facetime rn Ma7ell So messy. Jesus. ↳WhitneySmith LOL

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[🎶Side Effects - D-block Europe🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Where we’re at rn 🇪🇸 view all 2,000 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 you’re not slick babe I see those trainers 👀 User31 Hun BFFR… that's HIM 😭 WhitneySmith How’s Madrid? ↳Trentarnold66 Shhhh User88 Jude Bellingham blink twice if you're in love with this woman Trentarnold66 These comments are mental ↳WhitneySmith Shhhh 🙄 User44 Girl, if you’re dating Jude just say that, we support women’s rights and women’s wrongs Judebellingham 😉 ↳User11 NOT HIM IN THE COMMENTS ↳User85 WTF I’m not okay ↳User290 What is going on rn… User00 I know the back of that head. I KNOW IT. User45 Me showing this post to my group chat like it's a crime scene breakdown

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[🎶 WYA- Nemzzz 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Could get used to this view all 2,034 comments…

WhitneySmith I’m sure you could… 😏😏😏 User212 If you don’t tag her we will find her anyway 🫶 Y/N.xx Mmhmm 🪽✨ ↳ Judebellingham 😉 ↳User208 These winks are sending me into orbit ↳User62 Just hard launch at this point if you’re gonna flirt in the comments User68 Who took pic 3 Jude? Be so for real rn ↳User55 100% the girl who's been commenting @/ Y/N.xx User90 So we’re just not gonna talk about the two bags?? Jobebellingham That’s one ugly Ad ↳ Judebellingham ??? User45 So the song…again like Jude, WHO wants to be where you’re at? Trentarnold66 Really ugly hoarding ↳ Judebellingham ??? User40 Someone’s daughter is in Madrid living my life I fear User39 I just know whoever took that third pic is laying on his bed in his shirt rn while I spin out

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📍Home - NYC | [🎶 Hello- Pop Smoke 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx city’s loud but I’ve been quiet lately view all 68 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 Still hungover from Thursday User45 SLIDE 4??? I repeat SLIDE 4??? HELLO? ↳User76 Is that what a baller falling in love looks like 🥲 User191 she paints, she shops, she lounges… she’s in Jude’s jumper WhitneySmith I want to get french 75’s at Le Jardin 😭 ↳Y/N.xx Come home bae 😭😭😭 ↳Trentarnold66 Sorry, she at home with me 😉 ↳Y/N.xx @/trentarnold66 learn to share 🙄🙄🙄 User50 Pls just tag him, my detective agency is bored at the obviousness. User14 when the hoodie’s a lil too big and the smile’s a lil too smug… just say it babe Judebellingham Shhh 😉 ↳User38 What do you think is hush about this????? ↳User20 INSANE ↳User71 No because just say you’re together atp User00 Home is NYC? So his girl is American? ↳User91 Scroll through her feed… I’m confused? Is she French? ↳User82 Wait… omg did Cama or Tchoua set them up? ↳User91 No… her best friend is Trent’s girl go look at @/whitneysmith ig ↳User00 My head hurts… @/judebellingham just tell me about this girl

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📍Madrid | [🎶 Back in Business -Tory Lanez 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others WhitneySmith Favorites xx view all 292 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 I want a smiley facetime from T 🥺🥺🥺 ↳Trentarnold66 Pick up your phone when I call then… ↳Judebellingham Same 🥺 ↳Trentarnold66 @/ judebellingham Shut up bro 🙄 User73 NOW this is the confirmation we NEEDED. Trentarnold66 My gorgeous girl ↳Judebellingham absolute melt 😂 ↳Trentarnold66 @/ judebellingham nah shut up now seriously ↳User67 Am I the only one who didn’t know he had a girl? Let alone Jude’s girl’s bestie? ↳Judebellingham @/trentarnold66 👀 ↳User67 What does this mean!!?!?!? User00 OMG so it's like a double date thing??? Y/N.xx That cookieeee 🤤🤤🤤 ↳WhitneySmith Mail some to us fr ↳Trentarnold66 Pls & Thnx User14 Anyone else kind of bothered they hung out… Like we just drew in the CL? Can we not all be friends right after? Judebellingham Nah didn’t sign a release form for these Whit ↳User67 So then that is you with @/Y/N.xx? Confirmed? ↳Judebellingham I walked into it 🤦 User90 Tell us what you know about Jude, hun! ↳WhitneySmith No thank you! 😘😘😘 User51 How does it feel to live my dream?!

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 Part 2 ⇨ Jumping Back In 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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i was gonna make a post like "that bad guys movie really had no cultural impact besides being a muse for furry porn artists, huh?" but now I have to ask myself whit kind of "cultural impact" I expect a children's animated talking animal movie to have

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day one: toys (m!whitney x f!pc)

word count: 758

warnings/tags: toy use, canon-compliant name calling, painplay, multiple orgasms, innocent/submissive reader

Your eyes widened as you stared at the array of items on the bed before you. 

“And…and you’re sure these are all for humans, right?” You asked anxiously, turning to look at your boyfriend. 

Whitney flashed you a wicked grin. “What’s wrong, slut?” He said with that familiar teasing lilt in his voice. “Can’t handle a little extra spice?”

You swallowed. Whitney had certainly opened your eyes to a whole other world of things. But some of the toys in front of you didn’t look like they could even fit inside your body. 

“No,” you said, clearly lying. “It’s just that, like…” you picked up what appeared to be an incredibly thick dildo. “How can this fit in me?”

“Oh, slut,” Whitney sighed mockingly. “Trust. I’ll make it fit.”

With just one hand, he pushed you down onto his bed, the pile of toys scattering around you. 

You were entirely naked laying on the bed with Whitney hovering above you. He looked thoughtful as he perused his selection of items. It scared you, but at the same time, heat was pooling in your lower belly. 

“Let’s start with this, yeah?” Whitney held up a metallic looking thing you were unfamiliar with. He clicked clamps at you before attaching them to your nipples. The stinging pain made you gasp. “Good girl.” 

Already, you were squirming. Whitney sighed at you. “Such a little whore. You’re going to soak right through my sheets.”

But he showed no signs of stopping. He hummed as his eyes looked around the bed, then picked up what you recognized to be a vibrator. He flicked it on and it started buzzing.

“We’ll start slow, I think,” he said. Then, Whitney slid the device inside you. 

“Hah – Whit –” you choked out, immediately overcome with pleasure. His grin was downright sadistic.

Whitney tutted as his hands hovered over the bed. “Aha,” he murmured, then picked up a vibrator wand. He switched it on and your eyes widened as his intentions became clear.

“You can’t be –ngh– serious,” you mumbled, but Whitney said nothing. Instead, he brought the wand lower until it hit your clit.

Instantly, your hips were bucking and a stream of curses poured out of your mouth. Whitney just smiled. His free hand pressed against your bare hip, keeping you on the bed. “Good slut,” he said softly, leaning over to press kisses to your neck.

Embarrassingly, that was all you needed. You squealed his name as you climaxed, feeling the sheets beneath you growing wet and sticky.

“Does that feel good, slut?” He asked. All you could do was nod weakly. Another thoughtful look appeared on his face as he picked up a thick dildo, then set it down. “Nah. I’d much rather see the real thing go inside you.” He palmed his crotch, and you noticed the large bulge there. 

“But for now,” Whitney mused. His left hand idly stroked your skin, while his right held the buzzing vibrator to your clit. It was torturous how nonchalant he was being about the whole thing. Whitney then undid your nipple clamps and dove his head down, biting and sucking on the tender skin of your breasts. Your hands carded through his hair as you whined greedily. And when he was sufficiently pleased with his work, he replaced the clamps. 

“Fuck,” you gasped from the renewed pain. This triggered your second orgasm of the night, your fingers still clutching Whitney’s hair. 

“Oi, you’re gonna rip my hair out,” he tsked at you. “That deserves a punishment, I think.”

He pulled out the vibrator inside you and you let out a low groan at the sudden emptiness. But all he did was increase the speed before unceremoniously shoving it back inside you.

“Don’t you look like such a pretty little slut,” Whitney smiled, increasing the speed on the wand to match. You noticed he now had his phone out. “Smile for the camera.”

You heard the repeated click of the digital shutter as you came once more. 

While you were a writhing, sweaty mess beneath your sadistic boyfriend, Whitney carefully undid his work until you once again were completely bare. You gasped for air, knowing how red your face must be, and yet you still felt unsatisfied, even after three orgasms. Something about him just left you wanting more. And he knew that all too well.

“Now,” he said, tugging his shirt off and hurriedly unzipping his pants. “No more toys. Time to thank me and show what you can do with the real thing, yeah?”

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 8 Folk Horror

Warning: Inhuman x human relationship (both parties are sentient and can consent), mild anti-military work mentioned (helping soldiers abandon their post), too many ovens for a kitchen...

The idea behind König is based on @ghouljams Fae AU.

You moved out to the woods for inspiration, health, and to escape a piece of shit ex who refuses to admit that they fucked up by cheating on you. Two of those three goals are being met, but your ex is insistent, throwing around their parent’s money to constantly find ways around the blocks you put up. The only upside, you muse while sipping on your morning cup and watching the rain fall in the woods, is that your ex is “nature averse”. As if technology hasn’t advanced far enough to find work arounds even in the densely packed woods.

As a combination of more protection from your ex and honoring your grandfather, you signed up for a soldier housing project. Should a mission occur within a certain distance of your house, the soldiers can use your home as a safe house. Most of the time, you just acted as a host and sent the soldiers on their way when it’s time for them to leave. Sometimes, however, you make your grandfather proud by helping the soldiers that didn’t have an option leave the military.

With all this, you also got a boyfriend. He’s a soldier, and you hold his leash to his delight. Usually, when you house other soldiers, he stays elsewhere, but still close. Which makes his insistence that he be at the house during this housing confusing.

“Thank you again for housing my boys and I,” Captain Price repeats, tilting his boonie hat at you politely.

“As long as you guys aren’t going to be assholes, I see no reason not to house you,” you wave off with a smile, already heading into the kitchen to prep the rabbit your boyfriend hunted earlier. Braised rabbit with some bowtie pasta for the entrée, some roasted potatoes and broccoli for veg, and your gran’s special chocolate-strawberry bread pudding. A bit time consuming, but it will make more than enough food for the four men in your house, yourself, and your boyfriend when he returned from whatever the ‘wild hunt’ is.

“You need help in here, love?” Sergeant Gaz asks, peeking into your kitchen. You offer him a smile and shake your head.

“No, I’ve got it,” you assure him, pulling out the dead rabbits. You hear the Sergeant choke as you start to work off the skin and fur from the poor things. It always takes a bit more time than you want, but at the end, you still have completely cleaned rabbits, just needing to be broken down for cooking.

“Those clean?” a deep voice rumbles from behind you, causing you to nearly knick yourself with the knife. Looking over your shoulder, you see the masked man, almost the same size as your boyfriend and staring at the rabbits.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” you chirp, beaming as Lieutenant Ghost shifts. Just like your boyfriend, the man’s a bit awkward. But, unlike your boyfriend, he plows onward with what he was going to do or say.

“Y’ wan’ some help?” he offers, nodding at the meat still attached to the bones.

“Only if you can properly butcher them,” you reply.

“Was a butcher’s ‘prentice f’r while,” he huffs, walking into the kitchen and taking the knife from you, already moving the rabbit around to start cutting the joints. You hum in reply, before grabbing the vegetables. You work in silence with the Lieutenant, eventually getting the rabbits into the oven to braise. Shooing him out of the kitchen once the meat’s cooking, you move on to prep the potatoes and broccoli, as well as the strawberries and stale bread for the pudding. Your boyfriend had pointed out how much you bake and insisted you get an extra oven and a storable oven as well.

“Looks like I’m using all of them,” you chuckle to yourself.

“All o’ whit?” an accented voice asks, drawing your attention to the door once again. Sergeant Soap peers in curiously with Sergeant Gaz at his shoulder.

“The ovens,” you chirp, lifting up the mini oven up with a huff and dropping it on your available counterspace.

“Steamin’ Jesus!” the Scot yelps while Sergeant Gaz lets out a whistle.

“Didn’t know you had three of those,” he mumbles as you start to heat up the mini oven.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “I rely heavily on baking with a lot of my cooking, so three ovens.” Sergeant Gaz chuckles as Sergeant Soap practically beams in delight. However, before you could make a joke that delights your boyfriend when he hears it, a loud noise outside draws your attention to the back yard.

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Price knows about the Austrian merc that’s been on base with them a few times. The giant that shies away from anything social, often seen staring at people with eyes that seem to glow. Here and now, König towers over all of them, strange spines coming out of somewhere. His eyes are glowing, a bright blue that stares down at Price and Ghost, while an inhuman growl rumbles from him. His bare hands are dyed bloody brown-red with fucking claws.

“Oh, that’s what it was!” you chirp, the sweet thing that opened their home to Price and his boys.

“Fuck,” he hisses, looking back as Ghost shifts to block you from sight. He calls to you, “Go back inside! It’s not safe!”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, stepping out of the house and around Gaz and Soap’s grasping hands. You slip past Ghost and Price and stand in front of the beast that isn’t a man despite its shape. Then, you pat what was its wrist twice while scolding, “And shrink down, you goober. You’re scaring them.”

“Good,” König rumbles, but he still listens to you, shrinking down into the form they’re far more used to. You huff and roll your eyes, but rise up on your toes to slip under König’s hood to press what sounds like a kiss to what might be his face. Slipping back out, you smile up at him.

“I’m making braised rabbit and pasta for dinner,” you tell him, as if the 141 isn’t between you and the house, as if these armed men don’t have a hand on their guns. The behemoth perks up.

“The ones I brought you?” he asks, leaning over you.

“Yep!” you chirp, so fucking sweet. König purrs, sounding just as animalistic as he had earlier, before scooping you into his arms and stomping into the house, ignoring the 141. The Taskforce watch as the house darkens, twigs pressing out of the wood the house is built with. The woods around them is no longer serene, but foreboding, waiting for possible prey.

“Yeh think ‘ll behave?” Soap asks nervously.

“…If they ask,” Price finally offers upon hearing you scolding König for something, causing the Austrian to whine.

“Gun’s loaded and at ready,” Ghost intones, not even taking a chance.

[mannequinreligi0n]

Sins

priest!Vergil listens to your confession

pairing: priest!Vergil x nun!reader (mostly gn pronouns)

wc: 1380

warnings: mentions of religion

author’s note: priest vergil save me…..save me priest vergil…..might write a second part that’s actually spicy to this if there’s a demand for it. also i’m too lazy to proofread so you get what you get !

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The seven o’clock mass had ended well over an hour ago, yet stray sinners still lined up to have their confessions heard. As the line dwindled, you wandered methodically around the church to dim the various lights and lanterns perched on pillars, leaving only the votive candles left to illuminate the grand hall. Every Sunday evening, your branch held an evening mass that was near identical to the morning service for those who couldn’t attend earlier in the day. Your fellow brothers and sisters of the church often rotated duties and you were fortunate enough to be left with attending the evening service, with hopes you could catch Father Vergil once confession had concluded.

There were two other nuns pacing about, helping escort leaving patrons out and collecting prayer books from pews, but they paid little mind to you. It was another twenty minutes before the final church-goer exited the confessional, signing himself with the cross as a nun came over to take his hand in prayer as they walked to the front door. The other nun followed loosely behind, closing stray doors, leaving only you in the echo chamber of the lord. You continue your duties of straightening the prayer candles when a loud creak of wood perks your ears. A series of expensive footsteps followed, a decibel louder with each step.

“Sister, you’re still here? The sun will set within the hour.”

You turn to acknowledge the voice: it’s Father Vergil, but you already knew that. You had practically studied the rhythm in his walk, the cadence of his voice, the soft aroma of myrrh and lavender that clouded him.

“Apologies, Father. I wished to do my work to the best degree, no matter the position of the sun. It is what our lord in heaven would wish.”

You bowed your head in atonement, not wanting to disrespect him in the slightest. It is only when you heard a hum of amusement from the priest that your head raised, greeted with stormy eyes and a smile of grace.

“God would forgive you for turning in early, sister,” Father Vergil mused, chuckling lightly. “Come, let me walk you out.”

You look down to see Father Vergil’s arm extended to you, an offering from above. If god knew of your sins, why was he indulging you with such a delight? Perhaps this was a test of faith. With hesitation, you take his arm, immediately reveling in the warmth of it. Shaking your head, you try to rid yourself of sinful thoughts, only to garner more attention from the priest. He stops you both from walking any further, you two standing in between the pews. Father Vergil turns to directly face you, clasping his hands over yours with concern and sincerity.

“You seem troubled, my child. Is there something you wish to share?”

Your eyeballs almost bulge out of your head from the accusation and touch of his hands. God has spoken to him of your impurities! Our benevolent lord has enlightened your dear priest with the knowledge of your thoughts. You immediately collapse before him to your knees, still grasping at his hands for a semblance of rapture.

“Oh, Father! I am not worthy to stand in the home of God beside you! I have betrayed my teachings, my very essence by entertaining these plaguing voices from the devil, himself!” you blubbered out, tears of shame cascading down your face.

Your hands shake as you grip his hands, fearing that he’ll turn his merciful eyes from you. The shake of your body is so persistent that your veil falls from your head, exposing your hair to the dimming light shining through the stained windows. Father Vergil stares at you with utter confusion, unsure where this fit arose from. His eyes flicker between your white knuckles and desperate eyes, not sure what “thoughts” you could be alluding to.

“Dear child, what has troubled you so?” Father Vergil questions softly, slowly bending down to speak more directly. “You are safe, and with God as my witness, I will not pass judgment on your sins. Please, share your burden with me.”

With tear-soaked cheeks, you swallow hard and bring your attention back up to him. “I wish to confess, Father,” you say meekly, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. A terrible, crude sin.”

Father Vergil lowers himself to his knees to sit across from you, still holding your hands. He nods for you to continue.

“It has been weeks- no, months, that my mind has wandered a dark path. I pray to God every night to take these…these obscene a-and lewd thoughts from me, but I fear I have strayed too far from Him, as He remains silent to me,” you exclaim to him.

Intrigued, Vergil raises an eyebrow. “What thoughts exactly?” his voice careful.

“I….I am not sure if I have the heart to voice them, Father,” you say, a frown plastered on your face.

“I understand this is difficult, Sister, but to receive penance and be absolved, you must confess to God,” Father Vergil sighs, squeezing your hands, “Has no one condemned you?… Neither do I condemn you.”

“John 8:11,” you say promptly, recognizing the verse.

Father Vergil nods and smiles gently, nodding once more. “Confess, and you will be rid of such sin.”

You look down at your joined hands and breathe deep, saying a silent prayer to God before speaking.

“Father…..I have been riddled with…disgraceful thoughts of you. I hear you speak sweet nothings to me in the lonesome night; I feel your skin on mine in times of need. I fear that my devotion to God has transformed into the devotion of you.”

Vergil’s smile falls as you speak, a cold, unreadable expression glossing over. He untangles his hands from yours and grasps at the rosary draped over his chest.

“Sister,” he starts, eyeing you warily, “such thoughts have challenged even the strongest of God’s creatures. But to worship someone other than our lord…it is sacrilege.”

There’s a long pause as Father Vergil closes his eyes, deep in thought. You watch his nose scrunch in the dim candlelight, wrinkles forming on his marble-carved face.

“You must try to rid your pure mind of such fallacies, in order to receive penance. Let us pray,” Vergil orders, making the sign of the cross. You follow suit, ‘in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,’ and clasp your hands together to your chest, bowing your head to them. You listen intently as Father Vergil recites a prayer asking for your forgiveness, soaking in every word. Even now, you can’t help but feel a warmth in your body at the hushed, intimate tone of his voice. Pushing the desires down, you return your focus in time to end the prayer, echoing Vergil’s ‘amen’.

You open your eyes to see him standing, offering a hand to help you up. You take it and grab your fallen veil off the tile. Fixing it back in place, Vergil takes a few steps back from you and seems to be mumbling a small prayer to himself, twisting the cross on his rosary in his delicate fingers. You brush off the dust and wrinkles from your garb and clear your throat.

“Shall I continue my duties for the ni-“

“No,” Vergil promptly interrupts, “no, I think I can finish closing up myself. It would be best if you found your way home.”

There’s a pang in your chest, an arrow to your heart, at the stark dismissal. You wanted to say more to him, to apologize profusely, but you knew it would only make things worse. You bowed your head in obedience.

“Yes, Father.”

You crossed yourself one last time before turning on your heels to leave, the clicking of your shoes reverberating off the church walls. Father Vergil watched you as you scurried out, tail between your legs. Everything happened so quickly that he didn’t get a chance to voice that he, too, was struggling with his faith in your presence, and instead, projected his shame onto you. Vergil exhaled the breath he’d been holding and walked into the pew of the first row, kneeling down and clasping his sweating hands together.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

[dollya-robinprotector]

Hello !

What are your thoughts on a Houseki No Kuni au of the DOL characters ? Whitney and Sydney would likely be diamonds . However, it would be funny to imagine Whitney as something below 5 hardness ..

Just some musings

oooooohhh you are asking the right person because I freaking love HnK lol. I never thought about it but surely Whit as something below 5 is truly hilarious

I personally think Sydney as something similar to Rutile is funny too, they're hard and can fight, but prefer to stick with paperwork and fix other gems when they're broken. When they have to fight thou, ho boi, they're scarier than Moonies or even Sensei.

Kylar can be none other than obsidian to me, they're obsessed with making blades and so eager to fight. They break pretty often thou and prefer to fix themselves if they can help it cuz they hate both Syd and Robin lol. They wanted to be PC' partner, if they couldn't they would act alone. Their ahoge is often missed when everyone collects their shards, so they always come back to that location later and find it by themselves.

And Robin, even though they're pretty hard they're clumsy and often break their partner while fighting too, so they step back and prefer to be a somewhat collector/nurse. They help out around the school and try not to be a burden, and nobody thinks they are a burden. But deep inside they always feel somewhat guilty because harder gem like they should be out fighting, not their partner PC.

PC as Rhodochrosite is my personal fav. In my language, Rhodochrosite is often called "Pink Flowers Stone", and it easily fades its color. But they're eager to fight too, and because they're so soft they often break pretty bad so their partner Robin have to fix them. "Gems with low hardness like me have nothing but courage." and then they're captured by Moonies and leave their partner Robin, heart-broken and shattered by themselves LOL.

Whitney is still a meanie, a standoff fish, foul-mouthed, maybe like Bortz, so they prefer to act alone and don't want any partner. They hate hibernation too. They think every other gem is weak and soft and not worth fighting alongside them, but really I think maybe they had captived partners before so they don't wanna lose anyone dear to them anymore. I think would be fun if they secretly enjoyed the moon pups and tried to sneak one away to keep as a pet. Think about it.

[krylljoy]

Muse - Loki x Artist! Reader (Part 1)

For so long, the love of art has been lost on Reader, but it is rediscovered through the form of Asgard’s second prince, Loki.

Prince Loki was in the queen’s garden the first time you saw him. Your motives were simple and innocent, yet to be tainted by love of any sort: inspiration for a painting was all you seeked. It had been moons since the last time you had picked up a brush. At first it had only been a week then it turned into fortnights, until eventually, seasons had passed and not a single stroke of colour made its way onto your canvas. Perfection was a chain that weighed your brush down and now, your only achievement was that you once drew flowers as a youth. Some artist you proclaimed yourself to be.

It was the youngest prince’s birth cycle that an old painting of flowers was rediscovered; your painting from childhood. Clumsy blotches of blue petals, shaky lines to make the stems. Your painting was an injustice to the beds of flax that grew in the queen’s gardens. The amateur skill of a child was verily apparent, you could certainly do better now that you’ve harboured cycles of experience—something your recent seasons of idleness couldn’t take away. The old painting was awful, and yet, it was the spark that ignited the desire to create again.

You set out to rediscover what you once had: art and passion. What better place to go searching than the origins of your first painting?

Queen Frigga’s garden was the most beautiful place in all of Asgard, well maintained and open to the public for all to wander. You had been there many times and your admiration had yet to cease.

It was as lovely as ever. Flowers eternally in full bloom, heads gently bobbing in the light breeze. The path you had been walking along had tall trees rooted along the sides, casting cool shadows against the warm sun, then something peculiar danced into your peripheral. A singular dot of golden light, not enough to think much of it. A glare of the sun or a trick of the eye that could be dismissed. Then there was another, then more, until there were constellations of golden light in the air and it could hardly be excused as the sun’s glint. It was as though it was snowing starlight. The urge to follow the light was instinctual. They flowed from a singular direction that eased the journey to find its origins. You ducked into a bush along the path, and that was when you saw him, Prince Loki of Asgard, who stood amongst the glittering lights. He was bathed in a soft, golden light. His hands seemed to be the origin of the dancing lights, them floating from his palms as he held them out, and his eyes were closed in what seemed like strong concentration, if his furrowed eyebrow was anything to go off of.

For the first time in your life, you found magic beautiful.

You couldn’t help but stare. You stared until you remembered your manners. Gawking so unabashedly at a stranger, particularly someone of royal blood, was so undeniably rude that the image of getting thrown in prison for offending the prince struck you.

Backing away slothfully, there was hope that you would be able to leave whit of incident but luck was a fickle mistress. Your shoe scuffed against the stone path, leading the prince’s eyes to dart over to your position. The lights blinked away. Immediately, you bowed lowly to the prince, nearly toppling over in your haste.

“Good noon, your highness!” Your face was warm and your palms were a bit sweaty.

The prince was quiet. You maintained your deep bow. A moment’s pause before brisk footsteps walked past you. You finally look up, heart pounding, and see the prince’s fleeting cape escaping the scene.

You ran all the way home, eyes bright. The image of Prince Loki amongst the spectors of light playing on repeat. It was as though your brain refused to think of anything else.

Returning home, you rushed to your sketchbook. You snatched a pencil and drew with the fervor of a mad man. Thin streaks of coal rushed together to recreate that image of Prince Loki in his mother’s garden. Him and the soft cascade of his hair spilling past his horned diadem; him illuminated by the gentle glow of his magic. Magic. You never thought it so beautiful before.

Magic was trickery, a symptom of cowardice—an idea so engraved into your head by everyone around you. It was the mask witches wore to deceive honorable warriors, and yet—and yet! Your mind drifted back to Prince Loki amongst his lights. The way the prince had used it was nothing short of majesty. Magic was art.

You rushed to draw yet another sketch, heart full of inspiration at the founding of a muse to occupy your mind.

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[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

Where the Library Hides (Secrets of the Nile #2) by Isabel Ibañez

«The Great Library of Alexandria was one of the most famous libraries of antiquity. It was dedicated to the nine muses of the arts and was a center of learning. It housed thousands of scrolls from not just Egyptian history, but the histories of dozens of countries. Unfortunately, Julius Caesar set fire to Egyptian ships in the harbor, hoping to block Ptolemy’s fleet, but the fire spread to a warehouse affiliated with the Library where thousands of scrolls were stored,” Abdullah said. “Some historians estimate around forty thousand scrolls were lost...

"And some of those scrolls moved to the secret library,” Whit said. “Could it be underground?” Abdullah tilted his head, shrugging. “Who knows where the library hides?»

[anunkindncss]

Humming, he nodded. "I know. Shocks the hell out of me, too. I like to think I'm not exactly the town hunchback, but I'm also the town busy body." He joked, watching her as she looked him over. "But I promise, I'll give it my best go... and try not to be too dismal the first time around." Kissing Whit was.... well ranking in his top three favorite things to do. He could only imagine going any further was going to wind up in a full on addiction to the writer. At her offer, he nodded, letting his nose glide along hers until their lips met briefly. Now she'd seen his home. The trailer wasn't exactly the ritz but Nick had made it into something comfortable and homely as it could be. Still, sometimes with Whit, it was the most comfortable place in the world. "I think I can work with those terms." Standing with her still in his arms, he set her down slowly, giving himself the opportunity to let his hands slide from her thighs and back up to her waist.

Stopping her lingering kisses along his skin, Whitney nuzzled her nose against his own and gently scratched at the nape of his neck— a little smile pulled at the corners of her lips and she met his crystal blue hues..

And what Nick confessed did come as a surprise; a genuine surprise at that. A processing flutter of the eyelashes before pulling away only slightly; still meeting his eyes, a quiet shock, yet all the love and adoration still twinkling within her own.

“Oh-!”

Then, that little smile grew into a sweetly sinful grin, feeling his hands flowing along her exposed skin- the more she sat with it, the excitement and curiosity came rushing through her. Whitney wanted to treat this boy with the best time, and for his first, she wanted to make sure they were both comfortable. The garage? …maybe the next time. Whit was full of surprises.

“Well then..” Her hands pulled back to caress Nick’s face, her thumbs creating patterns along those gorgeous cheekbones. Her chocolate hues laced with a certain spark, a twinkle of pure joy and admiration. “If you take me home, I’ll take it from there..”

[anunkindncss]

“ did you mean it? “

He'd been watching her dance around the the dog, completely in their own little world when he'd blurted it out. Like a knee jerk reaction, he'd just let it slip and everything froze. He tensed up, realizing what he'd said, waiting for a reaction that was her running for the door or something akin to it. That's all Nick was used to at this point, really. "... I don't say things like that without meaning them." He finally answered, looking down at his feet, a little embarrassed. "I don't think I've ever said it to anyone before, really...."

[hakusins]

cw // tattoos, piercings

more of @digenerate-trash's apocalypse au!! this was mostly doodles i did while taking a 'break' from drawing that really complicated sydney comic JBHERFBHEJF

after much back and forth with my muses, i decided to add my bastard son male!eri to the AU. he's different from his sister, where he stays with robin's faction and acts like the main security guard/disciplinary officer to make sure everyone is in line and doesn't act out. he's quite easygoing, which is why he wouldn't like joining whit's faction or sydney's faction cause he likes doing things his way or at his pace.

which is why he helps out with robin, making sure everyone's in line. it's quite easy to do considering he's a huge guy with a lot of muscles. but if the day is peaceful/nothing going on? most of the time he's napping away or reading the porn mags he smuggled into school and that survived the apocalypse- JBHREFBHJERF

[ghostsislandoffavorites]

Welcome to the Island of Favorites!

This is a lewd ask blog for characters I personally love! This blog is going to exclusively feature characters I’ve recently added to my Tomodachi life game!

As such the island they’re on is going to be the same as Tomodachi Life! So you’ve got The Hotel, Pawn Shop, Hat Shop, Clothing Shop, Food Shop, Import Wear, Tower, Park, Cafe, Amusement Park,Beach, and Fountain where you can have the characters interact!!

Muse list below the cut for simplicity sake!

The Muse list will always be updated when I add a new muse, but I’ll also make a post announcing new muses!

Male Muses

Yurei Yamishi (Oc), Nikei Yomiuri (Sdra2), Hisoka Mikage (A3!), Silver S (Oc), Rosado (Fire Emblem), Teddie (Persona 4), Makoto (Persona 3), Aventurine (Hsr), Willhelm (Metaphor Refantazio), Whit Young (Drdt) Takumi Sumino, Warkoun Aishi.

Female Muses

Juno (Overwatch), Emma Magorobi (Sdra2), Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact), Clover (Oc), Layla (Genshin Impact), Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa), Mantis (Marvel Rivals), Navia (Genshin Impact), Aigis (Persona 3), Stelle (Hsr), Vivian (Paper Mario TTYD), Candle F (Oc), Eupha (Metaphor Refantazio), Teruko Tawaki, Nozomi Kirifuji.