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bunnylove1 · 3 months
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.*•Sweet Tears•*.
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~.•Lucifer x reader!
~.•Warnings!: fluff! cuddles! and some soft angst at the beginning, praise from lucifer
~.• enjoy darlings
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  You never understood how to talk about feelings or how to express them, that lead to many loving fights, lucifer just wanted to help you and wanted to be there for you, but he can’t know how to help if you can’t tell him
“Darling please just talk to me what is it princess” lucifer bent down to your crying body that was sat in the front of the bed you shook your head no “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me” he put a hand on your shoulder “well I don’t know what to say, just don’t help me then” your mouth spoke before you thought of the harsh words you were saying
Those words went straight to his head “don’t act like that, you don’t know what your saying your upset” looking up at Lucifer who’s eyes were filled with hurt and sadness, your mascara running and you face wet with salty tears “yes I do, just leave me lucifer” you spat out, in the back of your head you knew what you were talking about and you didn’t want to say it but you were just so filled with emotion that you didn’t have control over your Own words.
“Little angel, come here” even after your gift words lucifer gave you an open arms look pleading you to be in his warm arms, still crying you grabbed him and buried your face in his vest tears feel harder as he closed his arms around you, patting your head a kissing the top of it “shhhh, sweet duckling your okay I’ve got you” he spoke as he picked you up and laid you down one your guys bed, moving next to you placing your head on his chest and resting his onto your head 
“It’s okay my sweet girl, you don’t have to tell me anything I’ll be here for you even if it’s not in words” he continued to brush your hair with his hand making sure to sooth your  worries “I’m sorry…” you mumbled out letting sniffles be heard “I know princess” 
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~.• Just a short story today! I’m working on Adam’s onshot and HCs right now! They’ll be posted tomorrow!
I’m lookin at you lulu
@mylunadies
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hestiashand · 7 months
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just love me and eat
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some extra cannibalism sketches that i have no desire to finish
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re-bon-bon-san · 24 days
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Thoughts on fried penis?
Scrumptious. Have you got your straw dick stuck in a toaster, babe?
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z0nic · 1 year
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YOOOO IS THIS THE REAL ZONIC THE ZONE COP’S BLOG???
Yeah its me
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slowjamastan · 5 months
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>i wish i was british i would watch dr who with a cuppa and a steak bake and listen to one direction and lez out with the queen and bbc sherlock
well how about this. im going to kiss hetaliaengland with tongue. now what.
Jealousy, Professor?
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snakeoid · 1 year
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so everyone can fit in it !
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libraryleopard · 5 months
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rachel zegler and dominic sessa are proof that hollywood's got to stop with this nepo baby shit and just start plucking talented people out of high school drama clubs
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dilulusion · 4 months
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ohh tim wish u were born a girl wish u were born a girl9!!!
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weevmo · 5 months
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Some Mock-up boards for our multimedia horror -comedy indie project: Corduroy Stew! - These are all actually - related!
Inspired by an early version of a script. A Note: Lulu really loves her sock puppets! (It doesn't appear that way from these images - she will sew them back up after the show!!)
Another note: This project is small and just for fun!
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heich0e · 13 days
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tomura tries to sneak out of your apartment one morning before you wake up, because he has to get all the way back to his apartment before his dad shows up to take him to a 9AM yoga class.
god forbid he be forced to explain:
a) why he slept over at an apartment that was not his own to his father (toshinori would be calling wedding venues and asking his assistant to look into your ring size before they'd even made it to the yoga studio)
nor b) the fact that he was going to a fucking yoga class at 9 o'clock in god damn the morning with his dad, to you.
he slips out of your bed soundlessly, moving as carefully as possible not to wake you. it pains him to do it. really, it does. your sheets are warm, and soft, and smell like you. and you're still there resting so peacefully, tucked under them, breathing soundly with your face burrowed into the collar of his hoodie that you'd worn to bed the night before. you look so pretty like this, tomura had spent at least half an hour just staring at you while he was laying next to you in your treacherously comfortable bed, and would have happily spent another hour more doing it.
there are very few forces on earth that could tear tomura out of bed like this, but the mortifying prospect of having to explain to his over-enthusiastic father that he has a girlfriend is certainly one of them.
he creeps out of your room and into the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face and using the lotion that you keep next to the sink that makes his skin feel so nice. you started buying a bigger bottle lately, now that the two of you are both using it, and you never mentioned it but tomura still noticed when the little tube was replaced by a larger version of the same product. next he reaches for the toothbrush that he's started keeping next to yours, double checking the hour on his phone to make sure he wasn't running out of time.
he contemplates stealing one last peek at you in bed before he leaves, but he knows that if he doesn't leave now he won't have time to change his clothes before his dad shows up outside his place, so he heads straight to your front door once he's done in the washroom.
you're standing in his path before he can get to it.
you've got a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, but he can still see the soft skin of your thighs where the hem of his hoodie hangs peeking out from underneath the edges of it. there's a little frown tugging the corners of your mouth down.
tomura freezes in his tracks.
"going somewhere?" you ask him, your voice quiet and a little bit hoarse from sleep.
oh, fuck.
"morning," he mumbles, a bit nervously, as you pin him in your stare.
"it is," you reply, as though agreeing with him. "early, even. so why are you sneaking out of my apartment like a burglar?"
tomura rakes a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. "i, uh, gotta be somewhere."
"you have to be somewhere?" you repeat, a bit incredulously—like the words don't quite compute. you don't seem mad at all, just thoroughly bewildered by the whole strange situation. "tomu, we went three rounds last night and you're awake before two PM on a weekend. are you okay?"
"'course i'm okay," he rushes to get out, tripping over his words.
"did I like... do something? or is there someone el—"
"are you kidding?" tomura's voice cracks and he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. he reaches out and grabs the edge of the blanket you have wrapped around you, his fingers twisting into it desperately. he knows you can't possibly—can't reasonably—think that he's seeing anybody else when the fact that he even landed someone like you is an honest to god miracle. the kind of underdog success story they make multi-part docuseries on.
tomura groans, shuffling forward and resting his forehead against your shoulder as he snakes his arms underneath the blanket around your frame to hold you close.
"you're being weird, tomu," you say quietly, brushing your fingers through his hair and letting your nails drag lightly against his scalp in that way that makes him want to shiver.
"fuck, I know, I know,"—he buries his face further into the crook of your neck, breathing in shakily—"'m not being sketchy or anything."
"you are," you remark lightly. "it's not that I don't trust you, I'm just confused."
tomura mumbles something, but the words are lost to the skin of your throat.
"what was that?" you ask.
tomura steels his nerve and takes one last long breath buried against your warmth. he pulls away and faces you.
"I have to go to a yoga class with my dad."
he loses his nerve about halfway through his admission, his eyes flickering away from yours to a point on the wall just above your front door, as a violent heat surges through his cheeks.
"a yoga class?"
he knows it sounds ridiculous. it is ridiculous. it may have been more believable to tell you he was going to hook up with someone el—
"why didn't you just say that?" your laughter cuts through his spiralling thoughts like a morning alarm.
his gaze snaps back to you, only to find you smiling softly.
"you... you're not...?" tomura isn't even sure what he's going to say. mad? surprised? convinced he's lying?
"i mean, i've noticed you've been looking kind of toned lately, but honestly i thought it's because we've been fucking so much," you scrunch your nose up a little. "yoga makes sense on both counts, though."
you turn and look across your apartment to the clock hanging on the wall.
"what time's your class?" you ask him, suddenly worried that this impromptu interrogation may have made him late. "i didn't mean to—"
tomura grabs either side of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and tugs you forward, pressing his mouth to yours while your lips are still parted in speech.
(he doesn't make it to class that morning after all.)
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yeah still thinking about this actually
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fushiguro-megloomy · 9 months
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been thinkin’ about megumi and his bimbo gf
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Megumi knows you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer, a little ditsy.. Dumb, if you will. But he doesn't look down on you, if anything it makes him more protective of you. Often his hand is guiding you by the small of your back so you don't get separated when you go out. He holds your hand when you cross the street, a little worried you’ll step out before the light changes. He’ll never tell you an outfit if too revealing to wear in public. But when he notices how the male waiter is staring at your chest and being just a little too friendly? Megumi slinks his arm over your shoulder, shooting a death glare until he gets the message.  When you go to the store, megumi almost always stands behind you, so when you bend over in those tight little skirts you wear you aren't exposing yourself to prying eyes. When they start to ride a little too high he pulls them back down, fingers brushing your skin.  He’s perfectly content following you around and being your coat rack. Sometimes you even ask him into the dressing room, getting his opinions on skimpy outfits. Megumi is happy to oblige, and when you aren't looking, he has to adjust the growing bulge in his pants as he watches you dress and undress.  When you guys are with friends and you start to get visibly lost by the direction of conversation, he changes the subject. Watching your excitement as you chime in on the new topic causes a smile to crack to the corners of megumis hard exterior.  While he’s protective, megumi is also not afraid to take advantage when it suits him. His large hands running up the plush skin of your thighs, giving them a squeeze while you sit together on the couch. “I’m sorry baby, you're just so pretty it’s got me all hard.. I think you might have to help me out. :(((( “ And within minutes he’s hissing through his teeth while you head bobs on his dick. // 18+mdni //
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2-eeillustration · 30 days
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I finished the new Bravern show and after talking to a friend about Superbia I just had to doodle what his humansona would look like if he had one
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neptunebeetle · 4 months
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I never got to post these but I'm gonna start sharing this a lot more. Crp au designs babyyyyyyy
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holly-mckenzie · 2 months
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I’m not like any man you’ve met. Oh yeah? What makes you different? You see the world? Of course I do. I’ll make it beautiful for you. For you I’ll change the way it is. With what? [ORPHEUS, holds up guitar] With this!
It’s an old song It’s an old tale from way back when It’s an old song And we’re gonna sing it again and again... It’s a sad song.. It’s a sad tale, it’s a tragedy.
nytw hadestown appreciation  →  The Tragedy of Orpheus
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lu-lus-duckies · 25 days
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i offer the cat as an offering of friendship before it commits another war crime
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THANK YOU
but we love warcrimes here. If you give him to me, he will 100% be an unleashed war hungry machine <3
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