still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.

very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill

My honest reaction if I was ever put in a reverse bear trap…

violence made me gentle at last

my favorite part of the finale was when they kissed

Is it weird if I'm a cis guy but I want top surgery scars

It's natural to see the sexiest thing possible on a dude and feel desire

I wonder what exact chain of events happened to make Z have this mug. Did she buy it herself? Did she design it? Make it? Was it a gift from. Consantine? Also how and why does she keep bringing it around to places (see: first img is in a car in green lake campsite) is it her arcane skill😭

it's for a tiktok, they said... it'll be funny, they said...

[ pls do not repost . reblogs are ok ]

images under the cut !

wallmark (divorce) comic

//refrenced substance abuse

(headcannon in tags)

N from pkmn art?

Maybe

SCOURGE SUNDAY 024/???

Mack, please. Let the crew leads eat in peace.

can you imagine if the first and only time your crush ever smiled at you happened right after he pushed you into what he thought to be a death trap but in fact was the only safe place in the room?

can you imagine. the man you wanted to trust you so badly you made a whole deadly game about it. locking you in the only safe place in the room (room made for his test) (room made for his death). thinking he tricked you (thinking he just sealed you in the coffin made for himself) (he did) (thinking he traded fates with you) (he did). knowing you were going to die before his eyes and smiling with his whole face (this is the first time he's not glaring at you) (his face looks so open like this) (it suits him).

and you. you, locked in the coffin. you, trapped in it (your fate is sealed) (you can't stop the walls closing in from within the coffin) (you can only watch) (isn't this what john wanted from you?). you, watching him grin, watching him gloat because he caught you, because he got you (he did) (that's why he's going to die) (that's why he has to die). watching him pressed to the glass as he's trying to get as close to your face as possible to see every emotion play out on your face, to see you panic (you do), to see you ruined (you are).

him, smiling at you for the first time minutes before dying one of the most painful deaths imaginable.

minutes before raining his blood on you.

can you imagine.

thinking about sinister mark and sigh.

hopping on the bandwagon. i have some choice Thoughts about him that id like to air out.

(keep in mind that i am NOT A DARK BLOG!!! stuff i say in this post is Very close to toeing the line of being borderline SCARY TO ME. im a soft bitch) also no non/dubcon bc consent is important to me.

minors dni with this post cause it gets a little spicy under the cut..

these dark blogs kinda make me see the sinister mark vision.. like..... theres so many possibilities when it comes to him

CW: he eats you out while youre on your period + more. it gets bloody.

that is a man who KNOWS what he wants and GETS it. so desperate and borderline animalistic about you that when he rushes in a blur to pin you to a wall, it cracks. muttering and panting in your ear about what hes about to do to you, and you just know both of you wont make it out of this without blood being involved. hes pressing up against you, still in his stupid suit. smooth as the material rubbed against your back, stinking with his sweat.

hed start out considerably gentle with it, hands shaking from holding himself back from the worst of what he was fantasizing of doing to you. pinning you hips down to keep you from squirming despite your quips about you being on your period. he'd lick his lips, his heart racing even faster when he pulls down your pants. even better, he rasps, dragging his hands down your thighs and leaning in close between them. you couldnt see his eyes through how opaque and dark his goggles were, but you could tell his eyes were blinking heavily with lust just to swallow you whole without remorse.

and maybe you let him, spreading your legs for him. like a bunny letting a wolf clamp its jaws around the other's neck. he was going to drain you dry.

he wastes no time eating you out, lips and tongue working at your sweet spots in the best way possible. something something his grip on your hips bruising you. something something he haphazardly spits on your clit as if it wasnt slick enough, the room filling with the biting scent of metal. mercilessly tonguing you even after youre finished, thighs squeezing around mark's head, unable to compose yourself when every nerve is ridden with overwhelming pleasure.

before you know it, youre forced on your hands and knees. a rough hand at the back of your head forcing your face down onto the bed when his tip rubs at your bloody, dripping entrance. he mustve ripped the crotch area of his suit off, you barely have time for the thought to process when he's hurriedly pushing his dick inside you, when the tip presses just a little painfully against your cervix, he relishes the squeak you let out, muffled by the bedsheets.

mark wastes no time with this, hips moving at a relentless pace, coaxing - no - forcing moans and squeaks from you as if he were pulling the pathetic sounds out of you with his bare hands. and his grip was a vice, merciless thing. though there was no relief when his hand lets go of the back of your head, arms shaking and struggling to prop yourself up. licking your blood off his lips, mark leans in, his chest pressing against your back. grunting in your ear. your eyes shoot open to the feeling of mark's teeth clamping harshly down onto your shoulder. you cry out, whether in pain or pleasure, you didnt know, but the harder his jaw clamped, you were sure it was some mix of both. your skin gave way, sharp canines piercing your shoulder like he was some feral dog. the small drops of blood that slithered from the wound were quickly lapped up by a rough, bloodthirsty tongue.

when both of you are finished, you dont stop leaking his cum from your hole for a whole day. you body is practically covered with livid bruises and bite marks. and whenever you see them in the mirror, you brandish them like its a shining, bright fucking gold medal.

"i do agree there's a resemblance. um. very strong resemblance between us"

your version of mannequin mark is so cute dude please give him a nice stack of pancakes

of course . anything, for him .