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I'm trying so hard to draw Guy and Honey but they just won't come out right
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❤︎ current obsession. . .
i need this man in ways i can only explain in the nastiest details
Currently both actually.
i’m not lying on the floor physically but i am lying on the floor spiritually
>:D
#18. Vil.
BRO.
PLEASE.
THE POTENTIAL.
You know I'm right. make him as sorry and pathetic and fucking sad as you possibly fucking can.
thank you bestie <3 i love writing pathetic men :)
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characters: vil schoenheit, twst
contains: slight yandere themes, angst, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
for a random event - see link here for request rules and here for the masterlist
"You... you don't even have to love me back, you know?"
Vil was looking at you, desperately, his normally perfectly porcelain skin washed out with red splotches, his watery eyes only reinforcing the look of how he must've been crying.
"My love... please..."
He's barely coherent, his words soft and slurring together as he gazed at you with desperate eyes, hands shaking. You almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
It's with a sigh that you turn from him, tired. So, so tired of all this.
So tired of everything that he's done.
"...You had your chance." Despite your quiet volume, your resolve is strong, and there's no waver to your voice. You don't look back, even as he starts to sniffle, and you slowly start to make your way to the door.
Before you can open it, though, he's there and holding onto your wrist. You wish you could say it was harsh, that it was yet another thing you could be angry with him for, but it was gentle. It was like he was hardly there.
"Please. Darling, please." The way you turn back to him with a glare is anything but kind, but he lights up anyways. Even with how you scowl and roll your eyes at his expression, there's no way to ignore the absolute devotion on his face. Not when he looks at you like that, like you're the one that strung all the stars in the sky.
"Thank you..." Vil trails, ever so gently trailing the back of his palm along your cheek, touch feather-light as he breathes out as if in awe. "There isn't... anything I wouldn't do for you. Please. Please believe me."
When your silence is all that meets his proclamation, he falters, lip wobbling and hands shaking more, but he continues after a pause.
"You're... all I wish in life. Everything I do... is for you. Please, darling, let me remain in your life at least. Please."
He's starting to cry in earnest again, and before you even get the chance to sigh in exasperation, brows furrowed, he slides to his knees in front of you, looking up in absolute desperation. There's nothing but need for you in his expression, and it's hard to pretend you don't see it.
"All I ask, my wonderful love, is that you don't cast me away... Please. Even broken as I am, let me serve you. I beg of you."
visual after visual after visual after visual after visual after visual after visual
"Just because you're blood, doesn't make you family. You gotta earn that."
"We got you out, Sammy. Believe in that. Believe me, ok? You gotta believe me."
Dean trying to calm Sam down while Lucifer is toying with him is just so ahhhhh
MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED🥰🙏✨
I just woke up and im still cryung over Conqueror of Shamballa
QRATGH I NEARLY FUCKINH STOPP3D WATCHING WHEN WRATH CAME ON SCEEEN I SCREECHED i love wrath hes my son BUT EUGHWAH
feel better soon, kid.
just walked into my flats bathroom, and i think there is literal piss on the floor! i am going to lose my fucking mind !!
PLEASE I FORGOT JACK DRESSED UP AS HOTCH BECAUSE HE’S A REAL SUPERHERO
Liz, we are sobbing. Why do you have an actually good Dunks thing you wrote on google docs that is 214 pages? We can't send it on tumblr and are NOT putting it on a fanfic site due to you asking but this is 214 pages and where the hell did you get the time to do this. (nevermind, it was during her classes) we are scared. Liz please stop traumatizing the 8th graders, this material is not for them, Val literally cannot read this and no one wants to read it outloud, you are the worst.
Kloktober 2024 Day 12
Tattoos or piercings
Been wanting to give a try to Ladyklok for a while now and today's prompt was a pretty good excuse for that! And, of course it's Skwistok.
Sketch by @mirrorshards from one of our convos about genderbending Dethklok ❤️
Toki didn’t know about it at first. She only noticed when she kept noticing a glimmer everytime Skwisgaal talked, like a reflection bouncing off a shiny object. It was when Skwisgaal laughed that she saw it.
A perfectly round silver ball sitting right at the center of her tongue.
“Whats?” She asked, because Toki kept staring at her tongue.
“Oh.” Toki looked away, feeling stupid for being so obvious. “I didn’t knows you…gots that.”
Skwisgaal’s eyes went wide. “De piercingks? Ja, I gots it done the other nights. Pickle helpeds me.”
“Pickle?”
“Ja, she numbs my tongues with ice and then stabs it with a needles. Ams totallies brutal.”
“It ams sounds painful…” Toki was already shivering from the idea.
“Wells, I was looking into her eyes so I didnts realize until its had happens.” Skwisgaal shrugged. “She ams a total pros, gots me sittingks in de reclining chairs and alls dat.”
When she said it like that, it did sound quite intimate so Toki tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her chest. “Um, and why you does that?”
Skwisgaal smirked at her, elbowing Toki. “Oh yous, donts acts like a prudes now.”
“Whats?” Toki was confused.
Realizing Toki wasn’t lying, Skwisgaal blinked. “Waits, you really dont knows?”
“Noes?”
Skwisgaal started laughing so loudly, that if they weren’t in her room, it would’ve attracted the others’ attention. It was nevertheless still embarrassing, however.
“Whats? What ams it?” Toki asked, only to be ignored by her laughing friend. “Skwisgaal!” She shook her.
“Fines, fines!” Skwisgaal pushed her away. “Dey says it feels good when suckingks dicks.”
“...Oh.”
“Ja, de feelings de metals against de sausage…” Skwisgaal said, dragging down her bottom lip with one finger. “It ams like, amazingks or whatevors.”
Toki got so distracted looking at the way Skwisgaal’s finger trailed over her lips that she almost forgot to keep the conversation going. “S-Soes you hasnt trieds it, yets?”
“Noes.” Skwisgaal put her finger down. “It horts like hells for a few days, so I didnts wants any dicks nears me. But it ams fines now, I thinks I can tries tonights.”
“Hmm…” Toki hummed, distracted. “I wonders what ams dats like…”
“Whats whats like?”
“The piercings on their you know whats…” She tried to picture herself as a man, getting head by a woman with a piercing in her tongue. Her head bobbing up and down as she took her length, the piercing sliding against his member, rubbing and-
“Woulds you know?” Skwisgaal asked, interrupting Toki’s fantasy.
“What you means?” Toki was confused.
“What it ams like.” Skwisgaal said, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.
That wasn’t any less confusing. “But I don’ts…”
Skwisgaal silenced her by cupping the side of her face and mashing their lips together. At first, Toki’s eyes widened, completely thrown aback by the sudden contact, but then she realized she didn’t care and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Skwisgaal’s lips pressing against hers.
It’s not like she hadn’t seen Skwisgaal do this before. She liked to offer fanservice because she knew that’s what the fans liked, so she often touched and kissed Nat during concerts because they were the two most popular band members. Toki had also seen her makeout with Pickles when they were both really wasted. And she also liked to fluster Murderface with dirty comments just to piss her off sometimes.
With Toki, though? Nothing, to the point she wondered if Skwisgaal found her ugly or something.
And she was so goddamn glad to be proven wrong.
As she spread her lips open and Skwisgaal slid her tongue in, Toki had to hold back a moan. It’s not like frenching The Skwisgaal Skwigelf was enough, she also had a tongue piercing that was numbing Toki’s senses by the second.
The cold piece of metal created a contrast with Skwisgaal’s warm tongue, its shape making itself noticeable when everything else was wet flesh against flesh. Skwisgaal moved it in circles, creating an arousing pattern for Toki whose imagination was already flying way too high. Just when he was about to grab Skwisgaal’s waist, the latter pulled back, wiping her mouth.
“Dat ams de gist of it, pretties much.” She said so casually, like she had shown her a new guitar riff or something.
It took more than several seconds for Toki to recover, already missing having Skwisgaal against her. “I don’t thinks I gets it.” She said, though her squeaky voice indicated otherwise.
“Whats?” Skwisgaal raised her eyebrow, like Toki had said something insane.
Toki cleared her throat. “It ams too fast soes I didn’t gets time to…understands…” Her voice trailed of as Skwisgaal’s judgemental eyes laid on her. Shit, had that been too obvious?
“You says it was just okejs?” Skwisgaal asked, in a grave tone.
“Kinds of…” Toki averted her gaze, fearing that if they locked eyes then her true intentions would be found out.
Skwisgaal snorted. “Dat ams too bads.” She said and Toki tried not to show disappointment.
Before too long, however, Skwisgaal grabbed her face and kissed her again.
This time it was more intense, more passionate, as if the lead guitarist was trying to seduce her, unaware that said event had already taken place a long time ago. Skwisgaal pushed Toki to her bed, straddling her right after before resuming the ferocious makeout. This time, Toki allowed herself to moan, to kiss her as deeply as she could, to touch her under the pretense that it was all part of the context.
When Skwisgaal started sucking Toki’s tongue, her half-lidded eyes on Toki as she went up and down, Toki thought it would be the end for her. How was she supposed to keep her facade up like this? How was she supposed to pretend she wasn’t already crushing on her? How was she-
“What ams you doingks?” Skwisgaal asked, when Toki tried to undo her bra.
Her brain went blank. “I…”
Skwisgaal sat up, chuckling. “I guess it was enof dis times.” She said, cracking up when Toki stammered in response.
“I guess it amsn’t bads…” Toki sat up as well, feeling like gravity had made her crash too hard at once.
“Maybes a goods equivalents would be suckingks you clits, heugh?” Skwisgaal said. Suddenly, she the smile dropped off her face and she leaned closer to Toki.
The proximity was disorientating yet the proposal was even worse and Toki froze, gazing at Skwisgaal’s lips.
But then Skwisgaal was laughing again. “Ams kiddings! Gods!” She glanced at Toki, still cackling. “Yous not a lesbos, rights?”
“W-Whats?” Toki turned red. “Of course nots!”
“Goods.” Skwisgaal chuckled, shaking her head.
As she watched Skwisgaal straighten up her clothes, Toki couldn’t tell if she had gotten lucky or cursed.
Because she somehow wanted her stupid bandmate even more than before.
Midnight Ride
It’s a magic broomstick ride, babe. Spicy vers → AO3 (and tweeters, if you’re into that)
Itty bitty
(Shout out to that one scene from lilo and stitch)
I really need to read the rest of the Warriors series
But I am at that age where I would feel awkward if I perused the kids section of the library
And also with what time????
Also driving??? Being in public???
If any wc fans see this, try to explain a wc book as vaguely as possible
For science
Post canon