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jungwookjins · 1 year
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230408 south side music hall, dallas
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opopsums · 15 days
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Rip ethos you would have loved temu
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corruptimles · 11 months
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Reigen MILF moments
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bathroomtrapped · 9 months
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sacred heart
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084392 · 1 year
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its nice to feel wanted
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duchi-nesten · 1 year
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DannyMay Day 15: Full Hazmat AU
We’re halfway through the event and I can feel myself going insane
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infizero-draws · 3 months
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i made this little thing sort of outlining how i view grian's sexuality since i have very particular ideas about this aspect of him that i can never really attribute to one specific label. in case u were wondering LOL
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robotsandramblings · 1 month
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just some of my favourite shots of Hunter & Crosshair from E09
you have no idea how happy i am to see these two working and fighting side-by-side again 😃😃
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camzverse · 1 month
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theyre playing mario kart :)
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omenics · 7 months
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YAY I'm glad you want to write vamps!! I always welcome more Castlevania Dracula x reader content! feel free to choose the general scenarios, but if you're comfortable writing it I'd love to hear about how he handles being tempted by your blood 👀
𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀.
› ..your taste is like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. gn reader. — i got carried away with this guys vampires draw out the worst in me LMAO. if this is too intimate and eyebrow raising im sorry i love vampires and their stupid metaphorical actions for romance.
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Dracula is ancient. He is old. He has walked the earth for centuries, and has learned to ease his bloodlust. Yes, he is very well-acquainted with the temptations that comes with vampirism, and he does his best to keep his fangs clean, for he is mot the man he once was.
It is enticing. The smell that emits from your pretty pulse points, the way your heartbeat echoes and reverberates off of the castle walls drive his bloodlust farther. But he holds back. He will not succumb to his primal instincts. Not yet, at least.
But the day will come. He knows it will, for when your neck flaunts itself through the collar of your clothes he feels his façade slip and his hunger grow.
So the day comes, he holds a hand gingerly and sinks his teeth into your wrist. No, it is not the neck, but he feels like this is more appropriate than biting you in such an intimate place. He would not do anything you did not wish and would take it slowly, which is why his fangs would dip into the supple skin of your wrist; to ease you into the puncturing pain that will become familiar to you.
To Vlad, the act is intimate. He savours it, taking his time to ensure comfort and relish in the taste, smell, and essence. So when the time comes and his fangs graze your neck, he feels your pulse quicken under his lips, and his hand would make its way to the side of your head and softly entangle it in your hair, craning your head to the side for better access. Agonizingly slow his fangs would pierce into your flesh, drinking like a starved dog.
If he could he would stay there for eternity, to bleed you dry because your blood tastes like ambrosia, the food of the gods. He will not succumb to such basic and primal instincts no matter how much he wants to. He will not become more of a monster than he already is. Instead he would drink in the gasps that leave you, the pained hitch in your breath when he punctures your neck. He would not try to soothe you, too drunk on the taste he neglected for so long.
But the way it tastes on his tongue would drive him mad. It would simultaneously ease his bloodlust and drive it, making him want more. Enticing you were, so utterly cruel, but he would not lose himself in your scent. He would not allow it. You would not be a personal blood-bank for him, you are so much more than that.
You are his Achilles heel with your sweet taste. You would make him crumble to his knees just for a taste. He is weak for you, your scent and your smell. He becomes nothing more than a starved man when his fangs puncture your neck and tongue lap up the sweet, sweet nectar that oozes out and down your sweet skin.
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kraftykelpie · 9 months
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Another Twily <3
My Kofi
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theminecraftbee · 8 months
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so I know I went one direction with “decked out eating tango” already but now I’m rotating the idea of. something a little different. something more like—tango’s been getting hungry, lately. it started in december, after zedaph ran the dungeon for the first time. something that clawed against the inside of his stomach. he could ignore it, then, but if he had to think, that’s when he started getting hungry.
but it’s gotten worse, and worse, and worse. scar keeps on dropping in and then throwing cookies at him. zedaph makes disapproving noises and forces him to go on picnics. one time, impulse dragged tango on a tour of all the food on the server. but the thing is, it’s not that he’s not eating? he’s missing some meals, sure, but every single hermit who calls him out for occasional missed meals is a hypocrite and they know it. if anything, though, when he remembers to eat, he’s eating more. he’s so hungry. he’s so hungry.
but he’s losing weight anyway. and he decides to ignore it. he doesn’t know what else to do. he sits down with xisuma quietly one day to make sure he gets more calories than normal, and then he ignores it. he keeps working. if something’s wrong, surely it can’t be that wrong. he’s just—cold. the tips of his fingers and ears are cold. and his stomach always hurts. and frankly, if he’s desperate to finish decked out, finally sets a date even though he doesn’t think it’s completely ready, well—
he’s not sure, exactly, actually. he just knows he needs the hermits to run it. and that after that, maybe he’ll find time to figure out why he’s had shaky hands and blurry vision and cold fingers for the past two months. why he’s been hungry for longer.
he has more cookies shoved at him by scar on opening day. he goes through them nervously. they don’t do anything for him, really, but they do momentarily make him feel better, and make it easier to pretend he doesn’t need to be mother-henned. (despite the jokes, he can take care of himself, and he does actually leave the cave, and he’s trying to figure out what else could be wrong so he doesn’t really want more well-meaning jokes about missing meals. he knows. he knows.)
he curls up above decked out, once scar starts his run. he takes a deep breath. he touches the wires, lets some part of his mind leave his body, and he watches scar run the dungeon.
a growl, from somewhere, rises deep in tango’s throat.
he watches scar lose. watches scar’s body fall to the ground at a ravager’s feet.
spend enough time amongst beasts and become one, he thinks, to whatever extent he is even capable of thinking in that moment. it’s not much, though. the amount of thinking he’s capable of, as his body moves practically without his input, is not much.
because tango suddenly knows exactly what he’s so hungry for.
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lkoiii · 2 months
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RadioStatic Week: Day 4 "You Almost Died"
Did I use this prompt to complete a comic idea I had immediately after I finished the Season 1 Finale? Yes. Yes I did. This is totally what happened after the finale song, right? When I have more time I want to color this.
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This is still one of my favorite frames, even though it took forever to draw Val correctly and that inflicted mental damage.
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"Baby, when you finally,
get to love somebody
Guess what
It's gonna be me!"
-Vox to his picture of Alastor, probably
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crystallizsch · 16 days
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after basketball practice
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[🐍] Do you do this for everyone?
[💜] Pft. No? Just you and Ace. Floyd can handle himself. Frankly, I’m surprised you’re even letting me do this.
[🐍] Frankly, I’m surprised too.
[💜] What was that?
[🐍] Nothing. You’re hearing things.
(short bonus below: basketball club being little shits)
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updownlately · 8 months
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say my name (and everything just stops)
| alessia russo x reader
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“What do you think?”
Doing a little spin, Alessia modelled her dress for you.
Eyes widening at the sight before you, you let your gaze trace over the striker, loving the way the black cloth fit. 
You knew your girlfriend could make anything look gorgeous, but this? This took the win by a landslide- easily being one of your most favourite outfits of hers. 
You were about to tell Alessia as much, mouth opening to speak right as she spoke.
“I bought it because I thought it would look great on your bedroom floor…”
Taking a second to comprehend what Alessia had just said, you blushed at the words. 
Head turning to the side in a vain effort to not get flustered, your tongue pushed into your cheek as an impressed look crossed your face.
You forgot what you were about to say moments earlier, just barely collecting yourself to look back over at Alessia, a small shrug and raised eyebrows your only response.
An amused smile shone on the blonde’s face, the Gunner deciding to tease you a bit more, obsessed with the rosy hue that always coated your cheeks at even the slightest flirtations
“I mean, if you’re having doubts, we can always test it out and see how you like it…”
At this point you didn’t know what to say, too flabbergasted with your girlfriend’s forwardness.
Biting her own lip to hide a smile, Alessia eyed you carefully, heart melting as your blush reddened, head ducking, eyes downcast as you dug your toe into the floor.
Deciding to take it a step further, she stepped forward to where you stood, taking your slightly shaky hands in her own, placing them on her shoulders as hers promptly went to your waist. 
If your brain had been glitching before, it was definitely short-circuiting now. 
Mouth opening and closing a few times, you willed words to come out but there was nothing but pure silence, silent pining and anticipation thrumming in your veins. 
It was at your fourth impression of a fish out of water that Alessia decided to put you out of your misery- or into more misery if you were asked.
Whispering your name into the space between you, the footballer tugged you closer to her, closing the gap between your bodies. 
All you could feel now was Alessia. Her hair slightly tickling your ear. Her strawberry perfume overwhelming you in the best way possible. Her slight exhales against your own. All you knew was Alessia, Alessia, Alessia- the rest of the world fading away in that moment.  
Only a fraction of a hair of space between you both, your bodies pressed together in the dim room, you could feel your heartbeat start to race even faster.
“Less…” Your exhale was quiet, only heard because the blonde was as near as she was.
You got a hum in response, the girl in question only bringing your faces closer. 
“Did you know I absolutely love the way my name falls from your lips? I can even think of a few circumstances where I’d absolutely die for it…preferably when a bed’s involved…”
By now your brain was mush- complete and utter mush.
Closing your eyes, you willed yourself to keep it together, nervous for where this could go. 
Swallowing hard, you let your forehead fall against the hers. 
“God…”
“Not my name but I guess I don’t mind being called that for a night…”
You let out a quiet huff, mind frenzied in the most pleasant way. 
“Please…” You couldn’t help the plea that fell from your lips, your body completely surrendering without even so much as thinking of anything past this point.
“Please what?”
Taking a deep breath in, you considered backing out now, stepping away, pretending none of this happened, saving your dignity before you nearly started begging.
Your decision, however, was made for you, the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly- the gentle pressure heady. 
“Please just kiss me…” Your lips were nearly brushing hers as you spoke.
“Yeah? Or what?”
You groaned in response, before not able to handle the flirting and now the teasing.
“Lessi…please…”
You were at the point beyond recovery, too far gone in the intoxicating presence of Alessia around you, the feel of her, her touch, her closeness, to care now.
You tried again…the first ask futile.
“Alessia…”
“Or what?”
You could feel the smile on your blonde’s face, the grin growing with each second.
Mind barely snapping out of it, you managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence, more words than what you had strung out in the past few minutes. 
“Fuck around and find out then…” The teasing threat was clear as your hold on her strengthened. 
“Let’s just fuck around, yeah?”
Feeling the striker close the gap, you let yourself be consumed by the following kiss, being gently pulled towards your shared bed, trusting Alessia as she guided you. 
Glad that your best friend was that and everything more, you followed her blindly, letting the electricity in the room charge you, patience and anticipation of the night to come exciting you. 
Yeah, this was definitely your most favourite dress of hers. 
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gumibuki · 3 months
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The vision wouldn't leave my mind- this is inspired by both this comic and the follow up post!
And of course, check @circuscountdowns other posts!
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