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kushexi · 5 months

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Hermes ;;A;;

#ffxiv #hermes ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #artists on tumblr #my art #I still love him sm

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dinosaurvalley · 1 year

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Favorite breed currently in SSO?

PERCHERON‼️‼️‼️ their heads are sooo pretty i wish they didnt look goofy as hell while galloping :/ in game mockingbird is a percheron :]

gen 2 friesians are also pretty :]! gen 3 friesian tho:…… oh i like the appaloosas too! theyre so friend shaped! i havent bought one yet cuz i cannot justify it, i definitely wont be training them any time soon. OH SHIT AND THE SHIRES! i have a bay shire named dog :). i cant remember what level hes at tho

also i dont think she counts as a breed but like… nemain :]

#i just love the big fucken horses #the bigger the better #i like the dragon horses in concept but i just dont really care for the way they look… plus the friesian model is a huge turn off #another favorite is uhhh kampos? its an older model but i LOOOOOVE weird fish horses #i should find my kampos art and reblog it here #the friesians used to be my no. 1 favorite breed back before the model updates #i had one named thunderknight and he was my best friend #i still love him sm #i should draw him again… its been years

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valfeathers · 8 months

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BENS!! i forgot how fun drawing/designing pastas can be,,, i’m re obsessing

ramble down here btws,, //death mentions since he is a ghost

ok so ben is an old fave and i have thoughts. this first new hc design isn’t that remarkable except for the fact that instead of trying to make ben look like a dark/‘corrupted’ link, i tried to draw him like a kid in a hand-stitched link costume.

i will be drawing/writing(?) ben as a kid btw, specifically a ghostly 12 year old kid whose hobbies include trying to stress his cohabitants into early retirement.

the ben fullbody on the left is a slightly more corporeal form that he uses when out in the open and interacting with people in person. while still ghostly (like. swipe at him and your hand will go straight through him kinda ghostly) it’s more solid and has more of his features that he possessed before his death. he floats!! that’s his main mode of transportation in the open. he floats.

the one on the right is one that you’d see onscreen! he’s quite literally ‘rendered’ differently giving his victims that patented dread associated with ben. uncanny valley yk

when scared or upset his pupils vanish leaving you with those empty dark scleras. this doesn’t happen often though!

anyways that’s all for now!! an anon asked me to draw hoodie so i’m off to go do that :)

#ben drowned #creepypasta #finally posting these quick quick come get em #i need to make a google doc. the hyperfixation is spreading #i still love ben sm he has lots of good memories (and people) associated w him in my mind :)#creepypasta fanart #ben drowned fanart #creepypasta headcanons #v’s gallery #clip studio paint

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astralstarlight · 3 months

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pairing: wriothesley x reader

summary: you really want to spend time with wriothesley right now.

word count: 1.1k+

warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw content (under the cut), umm praise from wriothesley??, kind of shy/insecure reader, fingering, fem/female bodied! reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby, i was gonna let him use his cuffs and then i forgot so he's extra gentle instead

a/n: i need him.

Every time you visit Wriothesley in his office, he knows it's because you're needy. You don't make the trip all the way there for no reason.

"I just missed you." You'll say, leaning against the table with a pout. It's the way you're avoiding eye contact with him and staring your shoes that gives you away. Not to mention the fact that you're standing right in front of his seat and forcing him to look at you instead of the paperwork he has on his desk.

He resists the urge to laugh. With a slow and precise movement, he leans forward so that he's meeting your gaze again. "Yeah? You just wanted to spend time with me?"

"Mhm." You feign innocence. Archons, you're even blushing.

"Still too nervous to use your words, huh?"

He watches as your shoulders tense. Guilt is written all over your features. He watches as you take a deep breath in to try to calm yourself, meeting his eyes with a flash of confidence this time. There's a rigidness in your form still though, and your mouth opens to say something. But he doesn't let you.

His hands clasp around your thighs, pushing them open so he can move forward on his seat to put himself between your legs. Before you can continue your sentence, he kisses you.

He knows you're about to apologise for something inane, like bothering him when he's clearly so busy, but he wants to remind you that he'll always make time for you. This isn't annoying for him. And it never will be. Besides, it's not like he can focus on anything while you're here.

It's a gentle kiss, and he lets himself part from you just a little before he's speaking again.

"Shh. I'll take care of you, okay?"

It's so quiet that you can hear how loud your breathing is. It's long, languid breaths at first, even as your heartbeat thuds quickly in your chest.

He's barely even touched you, and you still feel your breath hitch as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. You don't say anything, just letting his hands explore you and letting him squeeze and caress without complaint. He'll never tell you, but he likes holding you like this; likes knowing you're comfortable enough to let him just touch wherever. His hands never wander above your waist, and his motions slow as he tries to figure out what you're after today.

In exchange, you tentatively run your fingers through his hair. Once. Twice. And it takes you a couple seconds to realise that he's still just tracing his fingers over your thighs because he's waiting for you to ask for what you want. A small sound of frustration leaves your lips. This doesn't need to be this hard. But the soft intimacy of his hands touching you seems to add a knot in your throat. So you do the next best thing. You nudge his hand to where you actually want him to touch.

"There." A sigh of contentment leaves his lips. "That wasn't so hard, right?" And he still has the audacity to look up to you with a cheeky grin that sends your heart racing.

His fingers are gentle — pushing inside you and feeling, before they become searching, and all you can feel is a pleasure running up your legs and curling in your stomach. A breathy huff leaves your lips and that has him properly chuckling. You can't really help it if your hips jerk upwards to meet his touch a little better.

But he stills you easily.

He stands up, curving his arm around your waist and pulling you further to the edge of the table so you can't escape the way his fingers curve inside you.

"Wrio—" You moan against his ear, not entirely sure what you're asking for or what you're wanting, but wanting something nonetheless. He's quicker at thinking of it than your pleasured-muddled mind. His lips connect with yours again and you're barely able to kiss him back properly. It's all open mouthed, and a little sloppy. A warmth pulses through you as he traces his lips across your jaw forgivingly, down the side of your neck, nibbling lightly all the way. An uncontrolled whine from your throat has him huffing a laugh against your skin.

"Like this?" He mumbles, brushing his lips against your collarbones while his fingers push on a spot that has you moaning again.

A panic runs through your veins when you hear knocking at the door, and you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to stop him and scurry away. Except he's already murmuring out a reassurance against your neck before you can try.

"Shh, sweetheart. It would be a shame to end this now." He whispers casually. "They can wait." And really, with that purr in his voice, he could get you to do anything.

You let out a strained whine, trying to be quiet as he praises you, marking you with soft kisses across what bare skin he can get his mouth on. It's so easy for him to make you cum like this. And you do, with a sigh and with your eyes closed, as the knocking echoes through his office once more.

He's patient with you, tucking your shirt back over your shoulder where he pulled it down and you hadn't even noticed. His hand moves from your waist to your hair, tussling it. All while he's whispering sweet words to you.

"You okay? That was so good, baby. You were so good for telling me what you wanted, okay?"

You're barely listening, still trying to come down from the pleasure and trusting him to let him tidy up your frazzled form. Once he's finished, he kisses your forehead, sending a spark through your body. It's his way of giving you a small confidence booster as he leaves your side and walks around his desk and calling for whoever was knocking to come in. By then, he's already moved you to the more comfortable position of his chair.

Wriothesley greets whoever is behind the door with a twinkle in his eye, barely looking at whoever is speaking because he keeps taking glances at you. You're still perched all pretty on his chair, the perfect picture of attentiveness as though he didn't just finger you a few moments before. It's the small, impatient wriggle that you do on his chair that gets his full attention again. There's a look in your eyes and he knows he's not finished with you. Not yet.

He'll have to continue what he's started once this conversation is done. He did promise to take care of you after all.

#wrio x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #wrio smut #wriothesley smut #— alathea writes #genshin smut #genshin wriothesley #i need him oh my god #i'm so upset that i was still on break from genshin when his banner was out :(((#did his story quest and everything bc i loved him sm!!#he would be so gentle with you okay #i'm gonna cry #thinking about him and aftercare :((

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sporadicfrogs · 3 months

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Listen I know everyone has already talked about this but I genuinely cannot get over the fact that the Doctor changed his face with Donna's influence TWICE. The first time to remember who he was and save people, even if he can't save everyone, and the second time to COME HOME. TO DONNA.

#doctor who #donna noble #im frothing at the mouth i love them sm #its been CENTURIES for him #a MILLENIA #but she still has the power to change him and influence him #a little voice in his head #shut uuuuuup

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sir3n-s · 1 year

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Italian Steve Harrington hcs because why not:

He was born in Italy (ovbisouly) but moved to hawkins when he was around 10 or 11.

He speaks fluent Italian, it's his first language, which is why he asks what certain words mean so much. He's still expanding his English vocabulary.

He always writes his notes in Italian, he was forced to stop writing in Italian at school but after he graduated he started again. Robin keeps trying to read his little notes but she doesn't know Italian yet. (He has a journal that's in Italian because he knows Robin keeps trying to read it)

He teaches Robin Italian because she wanted to learn. Mainly so she could understand what he mumbles.

When he's stressed, scared, or angry he'll start rambling/yelling in Italian. No one understands him but Eddie always gets him to calm down. Robin does too but for some reason Eddie does it the best. Unless he's arguing then he has to be reminded to speak English.

He's an amazing cook, everything he makes is good. Steve tries his best to introduce everyone to certain Italian dishes.

He has several of his grandma's old cook books.

During the holidays his parents force him to fly out to Italy to see the rest of his family. After the age of 13, his parents are already there waiting for him.

He insults people in Italian so they don't understand him. Dustin, Mike, and Robin are normally the victims.

Sometimes he'll just switch into Italian and has to be reminded to speak English.

He loved living in Italy but refuses to move back because all of his friends (family) that matter live in Hawkins.

#italian steve harrington #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #headcanon #eddie thinks steve talking in Italian is very hot #eddie and robin beg steve to make them food #i love Italian steve sm #steves parents still suck btw #they basically sent him to live in hawkins because its a small town and they think he'll be safe when they go on business trips #hes not safe

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angelsmooches · 9 months

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★﹐going to bed angry．﹑

→ feat; mammon x gn! reader

⠐ lucifer edition here!⠐ leviathan edition here!⠐ satan edition here!

synopsis: how would the brothers fall asleep after an argument with their s/o? (mammon edition)

wc: 2,012

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: remember that one time mammon got pissed bcs he thought we only made a pact w him for belphie n he got all sulky and ignored us 😭😭 yeah that’s what was in my mind the whole time i wrote this. he’s such a big baby i love him

feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

❥ mammon ; the silent one.

tensions had been running high in the house of lamentation as of late.

you adored mammon; he was your protector, your best friend, your first man. and to say he was crazy for you would be the understatement of the century. mammon’s greed didn’t only apply to money. as soon as you two officially became a couple, he made it his job to monopolize all your affections, leaving his brothers to shrivel and starve. in his eyes, you were more valuable than any shiny grimm he came across, and he was determined to not let you slip through his grasp.

this has its drawbacks, however.

mammon, despite his pompous and boisterous attitude, constantly needed reassurance from his favorite human. he had a bad habit of blowing small disagreements or events way out of proportion. you went out somewhere without him? he would sulk in the corner and ambush you when you came back. you didn’t give him a goodmorning kiss? he would whine and mope until you finally gave in. and, god forbid, you want to hang out with one of his brothers? he would either watch the two of you with a broody scowl on his face or burst through and interrupt whatever you guys were doing.

you loved mammon with your whole heart, and you understood that he hated feeling vulnerable, but honestly, he could be such a child sometimes!

belphie had invited you to go stargazing with him, his eyes even droopier than usual with sadness.

“that idiot has been hogging you all day, every day,” he lamented. “he doesn’t even let us nap together anymore.” belphie clung onto your arm, putting nearly all of his weight on you. as soon as his skin made contact with yours, mammon came barreling into the room, snatching you up and putting a good ten feet between you and belphie.

“just what do ya think you’re doin’, snoozeface?! who gave ya permission to touch MC?” mammon shouted, shielding you from the sleepy seventh-born as if he’d pounce on you at any given moment.

belphie, dusting himself off, glowered at mammon. “last i checked, MC was their own person. they can do whatever they please. MC,” he turned to you. “do you want to go stargaze with me at the planetarium? if so, i’ll see you there. i’m too tired to deal with this scumbag.” and with that, belphie left, climbing the stairs.

“that’s no way to talk to your older brother!!” mammon called after him before turning to you. “honestly, kids these days! have no respect for ya— MC, where’re ya goin’?”

you gave your demon an apologetic smile. “belphie has a good point, monnie. i think you’re forgetting to take my feelings into consideration. i’m gonna go to the planetarium. spend some time with your brothers, okay?” you gave mammon a swift kiss on the cheek before going after belphie, leaving mammon in the common room.

you were expecting one of mammon’s usual ambushes when you came back. the common room was empty. odd... maybe the kitchen? beelzebub was rooting through the fridge, as per usual. where the hell was mammon? you spent a solid twenty minutes searching for mammon, only to find him in his bedroom, lying motionless on his bed.

“there you are, monnie! i couldn’t find you anywhere... whatcha doing?” you sat down with a huff, the bed dipping down underneath your weight. mammon didn’t reply. he didn’t look at you. he simply stared at the ceiling.

“mammon? helloooo... can you hear me?” you snapped your fingers near his ear, a frown of annoyance twitching your demon’s lips. “oh, come on, are you really upset about me going with belphie?” you jokingly nudged his arm. no reply. “..are you really upset?” silence.

the audacity this demon has! “fine, then. sulk all you want, i’m not babying you this time!” you got up and swiftly made your way to the door, slamming it on your way out.

that was a week ago.

mammon hadn’t uttered a a single word to you since then. how long was he going to let this drag on? you sure as hell weren’t going to apologize, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to, either.

“MC, check out this new game i got! pretty sweet, right?”

“MC, what do you think of my nails? i just had them painted last night♡”

"are you going to finish that, MC..?”

“stay still, MC, let me rest on your shoulder.”

dinner was exceptionally chaotic today, mammon taking his plate and trudging up towards his room, leaving the rest of the brothers to chatter over each other in hopes of gaining your attention. the brothers loved you dearly, and you loved them, too. just, not in the way you loved mammon.

you had been sleeping in your own room for the past week, giving mammon the space you thought he needed. today, you firmly decided it was time to take back your spot on his bed. despite his childish behavior, you missed him dearly. it was difficult falling asleep without having mammon draped over you like a weighted blanket.

once night rolled around, you excused yourself from the common room, the brothers objecting the moment you stood.

“MC, where are you going? it’s barely... uh... 11:23...” levi trailed off, scratching his cheek. “huh... i guess time really does fly now that you’re back.”

it was, in fact, the complete opposite for you. “i’m sorry, i’m just so tired. i’ll see everyone in the morning!” you sluggishly walked up the steps, feigning exhaustion.

once out of sight, you bolted towards mammon’s room, taking a moment to compose yourself before gently knocking on his door. “monnie..? can i come in, please?”

minutes passed. not a noise was heard. you turned your back to leave when the door creaked open.

“hurry up ‘n get in, then,” mammon grumbled, holding the door open before making his way back to his bed, which was... lined with pillows down the middle.

“are you serious, mammon?” you gestured towards the divider, your stare incredulous. you would’ve laughed if his face wasn’t so cold.

“if ya wanna sleep with me tonight, then yes, i’m serious,” he replied, pulling back the silky black sheets and settling in.

if this was going to help the tension between you and mammon... sighing heavily, you followed him to the mattress, laying down on the other side of the pillows. this was no better than sleeping alone. if anything, it was far worse. mammon was so close... why did it feel like he was light years away?

mammon turned off the lights, moving as if his limbs were made of stone. 12:00 came around, and the two of you were still wide awake. you were, at least. judging by the way mammon wasn’t snoring yet, he was, too.

“...mammon?” you called out, your voice smaller than you intended it to be.

“y-yeah..?” came your demon’s voice on the other side.

you shuffled around to face the pillows, subconsciously tugging on one of them. “are you really upset at me for spending time with belphie?”

he was silent for a moment, a gust of air blowing past his lips. “...no. i could never really be mad at ya, treasure. it’s just...” mammon mentally grasped at nothing, struggling to find the words to explain what he was feeling. he wasn’t the best communicator. you remained quiet, patiently waiting for him to finish his thoughts.

“it’s... difficult... not havin’ ya by my side all the time. every time you’re away, i’m always worryin’ about ya.. worryin’ that you’ll be hurt, or that there’s someone out there whose company you enjoy more than mine..” mammon took a moment to clear his throat, chasing away the huskiness that gathered in it. “ya know me, MC. i’m a greedy demon. i want ya all to myself.”

“..’n so as a result, i tend to... shut down.. instead of conveyin’ what i really feel. and what i really feel is..” the pillows began to be removed, one by one. slowly at first, and then all at once, as if the demon on the other side was too impatient. mammon’s warm arms wrapped around your body with ease, pulling you into his broad chest.

“... sad. an angry typa sad. i was sad when ya left me for belphie, and the more i thought about how much fun you two were probably havin’ i started gettin’... mad. i know, i know, it’s irrational,” he added hastily when seeing the expression on your face. “it’s just... i wanna be the only demon to make you happy. i wanna be the only demon to see that smile of yours.” mammon gently brushed away the hair that covered your eyes, a fond smile curving his lips. your face warmed in response to his touch.

mammon immediately started backpedaling, your flushed face instantly reflecting onto his tenfold. “n-n-not that i think your smile is... precious, or... gorgeous... or anythin’ like that. nope! not a chance!” he stated firmly. the heat from his cheeks radiated onto your skin.

a small laugh bubbled up your throat, your hand coming up to caress mammon’s cheek. “i understand what you’re trying to tell me, monnie. but you need to understand that there’s going to be times where we can’t be together all day. some days i’m going to want to see my friends. and you should spend more time with your family.”

mammon groaned in response, burying his face in your hair. “it’s not like they give a rat’s ass about me, anyway. ya see me for who i am, and ya still accept me.”

“that’s not true,” you chided him gently. “they’ve all been pretty worried about you. lucifer even asked me to put aside whatever we were arguing about to check on you.”

he made a sour face. “so you’re only here because lucifer told ya to be here?”

“no, i’m here because i want to be here.” you reached up, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that could only truly convey what your feelings were at that moment. mammon sighed into your lips, every drop of tension melting away. a painless shock traversed through his body, his grip on you only tightening in response before engulfing your face in his massive hands, as if to trap you there. to prolong this moment. to keep yourselves glued together.

mammon was a hopeless fool. but he was a fool for you. he shows you a side he dares not show anyone else. you gently pulled away, your heart thrumming in your chest. mammon’s heart swelled with love for this fragile, sweet human in his arms. he couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across his face. you were nothing short of perfect in his eyes.

“no matter where i am, no matter who i’m with, i need you to now that i love you, mammon. you’re my first. you’ll always be my first.” the intensity of your words resounded through the empty cavity of mammon’s head. you always knew exactly what to say to calm him down.

“of course you love the almighty mammon! who wouldn’t?” he boasted, a cheeky grin plastered over his sincere smile. “..but seriously... thank you. and.. i’m sorry. i acted unfairly towards ya... please forgive me?”

pressing another kiss to mammon’s soft lips, he felt you smile against him. “only because you said ‘please.’”

the two of you cuddled deeper into each other, arms and legs entwined with one another’s. mammon’s carefree snoring soon filled the air, and not long after, you followed suit, your demon’s incredible body heat lulling you to sleep.

the soft sound of chattering downstairs and birds twittering outside alerted mammon that it was morning in the devildom. he instinctively began stretching, but soon stopped when he felt your body still nestled up against his. it was a very rare event, him waking up before you did. he leaned over to rest his cheek against the top of your hair, breathing in.

you smelled like him.

i may have gotten a little carried away with this one (；・∀・) he’s just so atrfgbrhjnbgv