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Being a weird little girl as a kid provides two options to you: becoming transgender or becoming a weird adult woman. Both of which are things the world needs more of
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REBECCA FERGUSON as LADY JESSICA
DUNE: PART TWO (2024)
dir. Denis Villeneuve
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I like Dune: Part 2
PRINTS
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In your nightmares you give water to the dead and it brings joy to your heart!
Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve
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Me at the beginning of this year: I’m so gonna fix my life dude this is gonna be the year everything changes I’m not gonna let anything slip through the cracks it’s time to live
Me approaching the end of March:
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*Obey me nightbringer spoilers*
Solomon's birthday call had me crying fr😭
#not kidding when i say solomon is to me the objectively best choice. satan is a very close contender#solomon's way of treating the mc makes me melt oh my GOD#🔮; solomon#obey me#“someone who you could always come home to.” i'm marrying you sign here thank you.
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"I won't see my adorable apprentice harmed."
Inktober day 12 with angy protective Solomon 🤍🔮 (･｀ω´･ ) GAAHH I had been wanting to draw something based off of that scene from nightbringer for a while so here it is haha (*｀ω´*) tomorrow is Friday the 13th so I will be drawing Thirteen next ✨️✨️✨️
#i want to. oh my god. i want to. oh my god#i don't know what to say except that this art is breathtaking but other than that. i am indeed speecjless#obey me#🔮; solomon
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Having a Solomon brainrot so here's that one scene from Nightbringer lesson 11-1 cuz🧎♀️
#monthly reblog of this legendary piece of art depicting my most favorite moment from all canon obey me lore#solomon is THAT bitch. he is THE moment.#“and you think i'm not?” ahskshslsisl SIR! SIR PLEASE!#he's always smiling and nonchalant and relaxed and then this....#that's it. i'm gargling those balls no questions asked 👄⚾️⚾️#obey me#🔮; solomon
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maybe monsterfucker erotica doesn't need a plot but it certainly gives the whole thing a bit more substance
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Queer people will ask you on a date and when you get there it's retro video games.
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Satan wearing the earing✨
#obey me#⛈; satan#tumblr recommended the tags “hail satan” and you know what? they fit in this case. hail this gorgeous mfer
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Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.
#I used to have a phase of not wanting to write smth bc i didn't feel qualified to write about it#but then i remembered the wisdom of my 11yo self writing insane f/f smut fics just bc she could. and she was right#“what if you don't have experience” ok but what if you make up for the lack with imagination and fantasy. creativity. FUN
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Obey Me: Climb into Bed [Dateables]
🕷 pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon x gn!reader
🕷 wc: 961
🕷 summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of the House of Lamentation
🕷 warnings: making out, pet names (my love, sweetheart, babe, little one, implied smut, oral sex
🕷 a/n: I don't know what to call this line and I'm not fond of calling them side characters, so from here on out they will be dateables and the brothers will be demon brothers :)
Diavolo
“Barbatos wouldn’t approve of your late-night shenanigans,” Dia says as he rolls over to see you at his bedroom door.
“How did you know it was me?” You ask as you shut the door and head towards his bed. Diavolo sits up, moving the covers to welcome you into his bed.
He’s shirtless, and in the glow of the lamp on the bedside table, you can make out every delicious ridge of his torso.
“You expect me not to recognize the footsteps of the love of my life?” Dia asks as you strip your pajamas and climb in beside him.
You smile, melting into his side as his arm drapes over your waist. You lock eyes with him, bashful as he looks at you for a few moments in silence.
Diavolo leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His large hand cups your cheek, and the other moves down to your lower back. Your leg ends up between his thick thighs, moaning as you rock up and down on his thigh.
“Barbatos is going to kill me tomorrow,” Diavolo whispers in between saccharine kisses.
“Why’s that?” You respond as his lips kiss their way down your jaw toward your neck. You grip his broad shoulders, cursing when he rolls on top of you between your legs and you feel his hard cock against your thigh.
“Because we won’t be getting any sleep tonight, my love,” Diavolo grins as he kisses your lips again, moaning your name softly.
Barbatos
“You really shouldn’t be in my bedroom this late,” Barbatos’ voice startled you as you shut his bedroom door.
Across the room, he stands in nothing but a towel as his hair drips slowly onto his shoulders. You follow a drop of water running down his chest until it disappears into his teal bath towel. You gulp, pulsating as you blink, forgetting what he’s said.
“Sweetheart?” Barbatos takes a few steps toward you while you try not to drool over his perfect physique. He smirks when he catches your gaze, your cheeks flaming hot.
“Yes?” You blink as he cups your face, his thumb tracing your lips. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses you, leading you to his bed where you fall with a gasp.
Barbatos is on top of you, kissing your neck and helping you out of your pajamas before he drops his towel. His hair is still damp between your fingers when you tug it, pinning his face to your neck as he licks the column of your throat before his teeth sink in.
“Barb!” You gasp, arching into him as his hands settle onto your hips. Your legs wrap around him as you pant, moaning when he moves lower.
“I suppose the Young Master shall have a late start to his morning tomorrow,” Barbatos chuckles. “For I will be busy attending to your every need tonight.”
Simeon
“Baby?” Simeon looks up from his journal when he hears his bedroom door open.
“Hey,” you wave shyly.
“You shouldn’t be out so late,” Simeon scolds gently as you approach him. He closes his journal and sets his pen on his desk.
“I couldn’t sleep. I sent you a message on the D.D.D. but you didn’t respond,” you explain.
Simeon blushes as he reaches for the device. He was still learning how to use it and knew better than to ignore it when it pinged but inspiration had struck and he’d been writing since after dinner with Luke and Solomon.
You take Simeon’s hand, leading him to the bed. Simeon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the desk chair as you lift the covers and slide beneath them. He joins you a second later, pulling you to him. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he leans in to kiss you.
“Did you miss me, little one?” Simeon teases as he kisses your jaw, cheek, and earlobe. “Couldn’t sleep without me next to you?”
“I wanted you to come to me,” you answer him, your hands running over the broad expanse of his back. “Wanted to feel you, kiss you, devour you.”
Simeon groans, moaning your name as he pulls you on top of him. His hands grip handfuls of your ass, kissing you deeply as you grind down on him.
“Well, you’re here now and I aim to please,” he whispers before he kisses you again, his fingers unbuttoning your top easily as you grind on him once more.
Solomon
“You know, I could have just popped into your bedroom instead?” Solomon smirks as you appear in his bedroom beside his bed.
You jump, not expecting him to be behind you.
“I tried sneaking out first but Lucifer caught me,” you sigh as you climb into bed with him. “I had to barter with Satan to get a spell book.”
“Resourceful,” Solomon laughs as he pulls you to him. “Next time just call and I’ll be right over. You know Lucifer won’t be able to keep me from you.”
“But isn’t it more fun to sneak around?” You grin as you kiss Solomon. He moans as you push him onto his back, your legs straddling his hips. His hands find their place on your ass.
“You do love the thrill of danger,” Solomon whispers as you kiss your way down his shirtless body. When you reach his sweatpants, you run your hand over his erection, licking your lips before tugging his sweatpants down with his boxers.
Solomon curses, eyes shut as you wrap your lips around him. His heart rate spikes, pleasure coursing through him as you take him into your mouth.
His fingers thread in your hair, moans escaping his pretty lips until he’s nothing but a puddle of lust underneath you.
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how fucking arrogant can you be to think any eugenics program could ever weed out “fascist genetics”. even if the “dark triad” was a reliable precursor to fascist ideology and even if “dark triad traits” could be reliably linked to genotype (they aren’t and they can’t be), how fucking far to jupiter are you if you think you can remove it from a population of seven billion, let alone in some “anarchist” manner? how do you programmatically sterilize anyone in an “anarchist” manner?
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teeth and ambitions are bared… also chest
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