#dont feed the greed

[helena-bottom-farter]

And yet, they'll let these homes rot while tearing down forests to build deluxe condos.

#make it make sense #homelessness #housing #America #land of the free? #abandoned homes #rebuild #mcmansion #corporate greed #help those in need #dont feed the greed #help the homeless

[unfunnyaceartist]

Vent post ahead that may change your view on me and that may sound dramatic (NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE, THIS IS JUST IN GENERAL) Mostly just to get out my feelings. I only ask that if you look, to be kind and understanding and patient. Also the tags are silly and id appreciate if you read em. id appreciate if you didnt ask me anything on it

I feel toxic sometimes because i can get so jealous i borderline gatekeep things and I always feel so bad because its never intentional but then I end up hating myself because I know its unhealthy and irrational but I cant help it, and I know im so lucky and have a lot in many senses of the word, but at times it feels like they can be taking everything, because when I like someone or something, they tend to matter a fuck-ton to me. Im sorry to anyone ive lashed out at a bit for them wanting what I have, I really am. Its not coming from a place of hostility, rather a place of trauma responses and hyperfixation that stem from my adhd and autism but like when I try something and it goes great, and then someone else is like "OOH thats awesome I wanna do that too" It feels almost like when Im finally happy or excited or proud to have something, someone comes and takes it. Usually Ill play it off as a joke, but in reality, its complete honesty that im trying to soften so I dont upset anyone, especially when its over fiction or a person, because I do NOT own them and I know that, but it bothers me when someone swoops in to do the exact same things or even one-up especially when its really soon after me, and since my self worth is already abysmal, it just makes me feel worse, like I should be lucky to have what I do to begin with, but I feel the need to hold it close to me and protect it so I dont lose things that make me really happy.

Recently Ive even started reverse gatekeeping in response to others, where ill just tell myself I cant or dont deserve to have anything special because I'm not, and only others can enjoy this. But thats why people making me ship content makes me so happy. Its dumb to get jealous over others selfshipping with a character I like. Its dumb to get upset over someone I know copying or taking heavy inspiration from one of my ideas. Its dumb to get possessive over someone else trying to befriend my new awesome friends or wife/wives. I rarely selfship anymore due to my reverse gatekeeping and instead serve the others who simp or enjoy content. I provide since I feel I cant take. It makes me happy and distracts me. But the moment someone else does something similar to what is my toxic coping mechanism for my toxic coping mechanism, it only hurts worse. Thats why sometimes, for example, I get a bit snappy when someone else provides gummybunny (that and also shipping jealousy sometimes). Thats why I get snappy when I make a friend someone else super cool and then another person comes in and wants to befriend them (No darken, this wasnt directed at you, its happened more than once with more than one person but I know how you tend to assume). I LOVE giving but I hate sharing, because all my life whenever I shared, I lost something.

Introduce a friend to a friend? They leave me behind for eachother. Let someone wear my fitbit because they wanted to feel "rich"? It got stolen. Give money to someone in a "rough spot" who promised to repay me somehow? Never saw them again. I was always so trusting and understanding, and I always made excuses for others. Always so naive and gullible. So much so, in fact, that in elementary I kept letting my bullies pretend to be my friends when they claimed they changed, and let them destroy any ounce of worth I had whatsoever. Things that make me happy I CHERISH because of all the things ive lost and all my experiences. Ive never been hit, not once, but the abuse all my life came emotionally and mentally, and I only recently realized through therapy. Now its hard to trust people in certain situations. Sorry for my probably hard to follow and melodramatic rant.

sorry im dumb haha

#tw vent #By the time I finished writing the post I was no longer a mess about it but im still gonna post it #I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF I SEE ANYONE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OWN ISSUES IM GONNA BE PISSED #yall read all the tags its beneficial lol #Ngl SOME of this jealousy hits hardest with Gummy #because Ill FINALLY get fed some simp food for myself #and then yk #theyll kinda show up and ask to receive the same stuff #or act jealous #gummy #babe I love you #BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HAVE FEEDING YOU GUMMYBUNNY CONSTANTLY???? #Like mine is rare and far between #and I dont draw much selfship unlike you #LET ME HAVE SOME THINGS DAMMIT #And then Darken over here when I get a cool new friend just like: #... is for me? 🥺👉👈 #/nm for both things #im the embodiment of envy and greed arent I... #I hate upsetting people #I just keep it to myself and internalize my emotions mostly #haha now you guys know how possessive and jealous I am #its giving yandere 🥰💅✨🗣💃🕺😍😘😼🤠🤭😇🙄🤩😜😝🤑🧐😈 #i regret my life choices right about now

[ravengards-rogue]

[ cage training | astarion ancunin ]

✧ tags : muzzles, bdsm, sub!astarion, gender neutral + dom!reader, reader is strong (offers to carry him), dirty talk, orgasm control, feeding (?), cutting (for blood), anal (m!recieving), service dom reader, petnames (my star for astarion) a lot of alluding to hunger, more erotica than smut but 18+

✧ wc : 4.8k (what if all just kill ourselves)

✧ a/n : i dont even like this guy like this im just mentally ill about submissive men. also this is a very "read whats on the tin and make good choices" sort of fic.. i know this kind of play might be controversial for beloved white boy but they have a very loving dynamic Okay. Alright. its about Love.

ALSO. this is ASTARION FOCUSED. so reader doesn't cum (though astarion makes up for it as implied)

this is a fluke fic i cannot recommend following me for this guy!!!written mostly for a friend. had a lot of fun with this though!!!

✧ synopsis : astarion relearns manners and discipline. he's rewarded for his valiant efforts.

He comes to you wounded. Save from the scar on the curve of his spine, it's not a physical wound.

Astarion approached you like a caged lion, a circus animal - a predator paraded like a house cat who has only just remembered his teeth. That's why your empathy extended to his greed even when it caused him to wear the worst of himself. You don't think Astarion has ever understood the fact that he's hungry. He's always hungry.

He inhabits a body pushed to failure. His hunger cues are almost as ruined as he.

Like an animal in captivity, every choice he might've had to make slipped between his fingers for many years. How to live, how to hunt. Hunger is the hardest to remember, though it leaves the longest impression. It's a condition of a wounded mind. He had long since forgotten a body that knows a need stronger than staying alive.

He always waited for the violent gnawing to set in, the kind that can be ignored until it can't.

And so, his hunger became his ruin, became his new captor. Astarion met you in the midst of that delirium the first time

Once you let a captive predator free, you've damned it. A caged lion cannot become uncaged. Survival instinct has all but degraded to nothing, leaving only a wounded animal in its place.

You must nurse it to health. Care for it as it renavigates the world.

Curb its hunger when it threatens to wreak havoc.

Sanctuary. Regiment. Retraining.

It's easy enough to discern what he needs. All tender with wounds that need to be licked.

The muzzle is fitted. A gesture of glimmering gold adoration among the steely black of whips and chains.

Astarion is beautiful. Tenfold on his knees.

The leather straps pull back slight against his skin, three in total clipped together at the back of his skull. The thickest strap flattens sweet white curls, thinner ones curved around his ears and jaw.

The structured leather cage, reinforced with metal, rests over his nose and mouth. It fits better than you could've hoped. There's a collar around his neck to match it, with a weighted chain in your hand. He's looking up at you with a softened gaze, ruby red and lidded. Needy.

The velvet of the loveseat dips comfortably under your weight as you sit. Astarion stays where he is. He's as pleasant as he's capable of being, hopeful as he scoots in closer to you.

He succeeds in acting cute, naturally talented in the art of being appealing. He scoots himself close to your legs and positions himself to rest his chin on the edge of your knee.

You meet his eyes amused. You let your hand brush along the pointed shell of his ear. Little goosebumps form in the wake of your touch.

"You should know better by now that those sorts of tricks don't work on me, hm?"

He huffs. "Well that's not true. They usually do work on you. Rather well, I would say."

You pause, taken aback, before relenting with a laugh His pout endears you. You let your eyes narrow a bit in knowing.

"Not like this though. You know that very well."

His frown deepens. You really do adore him. He taps his forehead against your leg as you bite back a smile, his muzzle making the touch briefer than he'd prefer.

"Gods. Of course I know but this, this is torture, darling."

Pleasant and noncommittal, your hand cups his nape. You pet him wherever you can reach, his head before slipping along his shoulder and against your lap. You settle at his back, tracing over raised scars.

A sorrowful hum leaves your lips. Neither of you believe it.

"Torture? Perhaps I've gotten too soft if this is torture."

"Oh you're so awful," He huffs, biting his tongue and choosing to rest against your leg in frustration for a while longer. "Sure, fine - torture is too perfunctory. But it's been terribly difficult! Where is your sympathy."

"What's difficult, Astarion?"

You're being cheeky asking him. After all your rules have been clear and reinforced well for the two tendays that have passed. You've been working hard on reteaching him patience. He used to be so patient, back when you were exploring and unsettled but you've let him take too much and now he'll interrupt you at any moment just to get what he needs.

(Astarion leans on you for guidance. Of course, he has himself - has his freedom that he took with bloodied hands and a broken heart. There’s many choices that he’s able to make for himself, some of them he can’t explain even to you. Whatever they are, they’re his to make and yours to support. 

It’s different though. Not having a choice, and someone making choices for him out of something inscrutable. You don’t bed Astarion until you fulfill the promise of killing his master. More accurately, you don’t lay so much as a hand on him. Only intimate, sparse touches. Only love. Only patience.

You’re disinterested in only having his body. His heart, and his mind, and his very soul - all of it. You want to grasp them so firmly and never let go. The chains and leashing and discipline are testament to what you want most of Astarion - and that’s all of him. You want to enrich him in every conceivable way.  Astarion deserves the granular finery of thoughtful guidance more than anyone. He's brighter when he feels special, after all. 

You’ve broken down the walls between you with a closed fist for this purpose - a not so quiet ask to love him by opening your hand. He’s given you the honor to let you think and act for him so he doesn’t have too. Duty binds you to reteaching him virtue.

It's a privilege to think for him. To wipe his bloodied mouth and care for his appearance prim and his mind sharp. No longer a matted beast but a loved, loved little vampire in the crook of your arms 

You’re not strict to no end. You'd rip the Astral Planes apart in search of what he desires, should he ask it of you, after all. 

Only the best for your immortal love. )

His neediness makes him more misbehaving. He’s been scaring away anyone who looks at you too long for business and otherwise, unable to keep his hand away from between your legs or his head in your lap. 

"Not letting me drink your blood for two tendays is unreasonable enough but on top of that," He's exasperated just explaining the dilemma to you. His muzzle is cool against your pant leg. "On top of that I'm not even allowed any relief. Despite all of your cruelty, you wicked thing. I never took you for such a sadist."

He scoffs. There's poorly masked lust in the last sentence. You stop yourself from smiling.

"Sadist? Really? I don't see it that way. Seeing you act so desperately all this time and keeping my hands neat at my sides... I'm a paragon of patience." You pull on the leash in your hand but don't pull him forward - though you tighten your grip. "It's…good to lead by example."

Excitement flashes over his face in a short burst. It's so brilliant you swear his eyes look white instead of red.

"You cheeky little—" He huffs at you. You smile warmly as he starts to curl in on himself. He already knows how to get himself what he wants. 

He gives up on pretenses. Briefly, just to beg, a monumentally hard thing. "Please. I can't take a minute more of this."

There's a croak to his voice. He has a hard time covering its tracks, even with his propensity for theatrics.

His throat is so thick with want. Something ripping at the seams of him and begging to be released.

"You've done well if it helps, but" You praise. He preens. Instantly. He squirms and wiggles around but doesn't move much more than that. "You act like I don't feed you."

"It is not the same, my love. You're well aware."

You ignore him.

"I even bring you human blood, don't I?" You tease, and his frustration darkens him. "I brought a beautiful and fresh body to drain just yesterday."

"Yes but," His hands turn to tight fists. He isn't sure what he wants to do with himself. You pet him a little more. "It's not the same, damn it. I want yours. Just yours. Just you,"

He adds the last bit quieter than the rest. Your expression is unchanged and cool though your heart might give you away with how hard it pounds.

"Just mine?" You tease. tugging at this leash a little. He makes a face like he's infuriated, a poor mask for embarrassment that endears you even more."Is that flattery?"

You're being a little mean this time. You'll make it up to him. He almost panics before he realizes just that.

"Gods you're insufferable," He complains with no bite. He's hoping for mercy you truly have no desire to give him. "You know that it's not."

"You speak so beautifully it sounds like it. Such sweet little noises you can make."

You let the heel of your boot press along Astarion's crotch. He makes one for you, involuntary - skin pink and sinful.

"See? How pretty."

Astarion is easy to bring to ruin as is. His own snark and disobedience is a poor disguise for that truth. A little tenderness and honesty makes him fall apart. Flirting back with Astarion goads him, though. Fuels his desire to win one over you. If you meet his cheekiness with more cheekiness, he won't relent at all.

Normally that kind of response would make him nip at you. It speaks to his desperation that it doesn't. That instead of making his own snarky remark, he tenses. A deep, shaky little breath. You could tip him over the edge through his clothes at this rate.

You're not so cruel. Not for today, at least.

"Sit up straight."

He does so without protest. You place a hand on his shoulder, the other one tight around the chain of his leash. Carefully, you drag your sharp nails down the front of his chest - leaving light pinkish marks on the pale skin. Over and over and over in light drags. His chest raises under the gesture, your nails scratching soft against his nipples.

"Hng," His voice is feather light. He's trembling at the slightest touch. His spine arches like he's trying to get more friction. "Don't you think you've proven your point?"

You let your palm drag down the smooth plane of his stomach, stopping at his pants. His cock twitches hard against the seam of his pants. You let a finger pull into the waistband, but don't go any farther.

"Not sure," You let the leash drop into your lap. You threaten to pull them down, but don't. Expression blank, you tilt your head to one side. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"My lesson," He repeats sarcastically. You feign innocence as you nod. "Really, darling?"

"I'm not so much of a tyrant," You let go, letting your hand cup the outline of his hard cock. "To torture you without reason, right? So what have we practiced?"

He stares. It must really be getting to him. "Patience."

"Yes. I ask you to be patient. Never kind, but patient. Because I'll give you anything you ask for if you wait. Things are better when you wait for them, right?"

He frowns in annoyance and disbelief. He's exasperated, rightfully - because you are messing with him. Just a little. "Right."

You squeeze his cock tighter. He hisses immediately, grinding into the touch. You blow hot air against his ticklish skin, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"So, have you learned your lesson?"

Your grip goes tight. Astarion craves the touch so badly. You doubt he's ever gone so long without anything at all - if the desperation he's rutting his hips with is anything to go by. His head drops heavy from his shoulders, his hands on the edge of the couch gripping for his life. Manicured nails digging into the cushion like it will save him. His voice is weary.

"Y-," He shudders but you don't let go. "Yes, I'm very sure I have."

"Oh, you're sure."

You enjoy bullying him. At a certain point, it bares itself out against all your own evading. Astarion knows it well enough, though normally it's through less truly intolerable means. Keeping him inside you soft or scraping orgasms one after another until he's too stupid too talk are favored between you.

Astarion likes being given a hard time, in general though. You're made for each other.

"Pretty little thing aren't you, my love?" You tell him, suddenly warmed. You miss the tadpole sometimes. If you could touch his mind right now, you would. Violate his thoughts with your own wants. You settle for a long stare. "So sweet,"

The anticipation makes his breath hitch. He goes completely limp in your grasp, weak and desperate. The weight of it all cracks and he looks up. His eyes glass over.

He shatters under his own need. "For the love of—please. I c-cant, I need to-"

"Shh." You quell him with a tender pet to his head. "You're looking at me so pitifully. Is it starting to be too much?"

He just nods. Your smile widens.

"You've been very patient for these two tendays, haven't you?" You lay it on thick. This is the part you like. You watch as Astarion goes boneless, the words reaching so deep into him he can do little more than collapse himself into your lap. You release all grips of him and let him hold against you soothingly, cling to your legs. "A very, very good boy for all this time. You're quite capable of it when you need to be, aren't you?"

He doesn't reply, but you can feel him melt into you further. For a minute you think you've broken him until you hear him mutter the softest yes you've ever heard.

(Astarion is not so easy to break, of course. And not so keen on opening up the softened wells of his heart to any stranger.

But he does break for you, and gods haven't you worked hard for that? It's a testament to all you've poured into him. Like you know all the right buttons to split him open tenderly.

And he lets you look. Touch and feel and cover your fingers with blood. He trusts you to stitch him closed.)

"Yes, that's right. You've learned your lesson now, and you're going to be proper and well-behaved because that's what good boys do. And Astarion is a very good boy. My very, very good boy."

He picks his head to look at you properly. He's darling. His face is flush, mouth turned into a soft pout and utterly, utterly desperate. His mouth is bitten, indented holes in soft lips.

"Yes, I'm. Please. I want you to touch me."

You aren't sure what you want to start with. He's being needy and you could almost feel guilty.

You pick up something from your side. A dagger from your days of travel. You unsheath it quickly, and let the blade cut along the tip of your middle finger. The blood comes quickly after, ruby red and thick. 

Astarion goes wide eyed. He’s hungry, so hungry - like he always is. But there’s something defeated in the ways he hesitates that make you relish. You push your finger through the cage of his muzzle and tilt your head. There’s mirth in your eyes.

“Go on,” You say, tease, mock maybe. “Eat.” 

He abandons restraint. All of it. You don’t make him work more for it. You push your finger down close enough for his mouth to lick at your wound and let your hand rest on the cage. He can’t get what he’s craving like this. The bone deep sensation starts to claw at him, a soft whimper tucked in the back of his throat.  

More. He wants more. Of course he wants more. 

“You look drunk.” You say, and there’s sharpness to your words. The ways in which Astarion is erotic have nothing to do with his theatrics. He is appealing when he’s giving up on everything but what he wants, always has been. “Have you missed it that much?” 

“Yes.” He supplements, letting his tongue run over “More.” 

You pull your hand away. “Take your clothes off.” 

You watch Astarion scramble to stand. You bring your dagger with you then reach over to the table beside you. Scented oils roll around in the drawer. You’re careful with the blade as you fish out a bottle of it, taking it in your hands. Astarion stands naked, the heavy chain of his leash brushing against his skin. 

“Kneel and lean on the couch, my love.” 

Astarion is the picture of obedience. He leans on his elbows on the couch seats, with his legs spread apart, leash in a pool next to him as he folds his arms and tucks his face. You stand on your knees behind him, admiring his back in the lowlights. 

Your hands rest on his thighs as you kiss up his spine. Small, short kisses all the way until you’ve reached the back of his neck. Your lips brush his nape, nose nudging against the metal of his muzzle. 

Something overwhelms you. Addicting, euphoric as your clothed body drapes around Astarion, free hand on his waist - moving up his stomach to toy with his nipples. It thrums through you, listening to the ragged anticipation and distraught way he moves. Against you, against everything. Aching for touch. 

You feel it overwhelmingly as you close in on his ear. Astarion huffs, long panting breaths. He needs this.

“Look at how naturally you yield to me now,” You all be coo. Astarion groans. Shuddering, your hand slides around his narrow waist and wraps a fist around his cock. He gasps. “You’ve become so pliable, so needy. But you know my star, I quite like when you’re needy.”

He hiccups and shivers and whines. “You’re the prettiest when you behave like the sweet little thing you can be, like I know you are. When you listen and yield and let me adore you in all the right ways. Such a sweet boy you can be, if only you let yourself.” 

“Darling,” His voice cracks. There’s a helpless quality to it. A little more, that’s all you need. “I — you —” 

You pull back and straighten your voice out, taking off Astarions muzzle after the valiant efforts he’s been making to wear it. It falls onto the couch unceremoniously. 

“I’m saying, well done Astarion. I’ll reward you for all that effort. I’ll slash another scar in my hand for you to drink from and then again in the evening when I’ve recovered,” You lean back on your legs as you make promises on your own words. “I’ll bleed for you until you’ve sated yourself and let you get drunk on it. Then, when you’re malleable, I’ll fuck you. Again and again and again until you’ve all but forgotten yourself. All but forgotten who exactly you behave for.” 

You open the oil and let it drip onto his back, watching mesmerized as it slips against every curve and crevice. When there’s enough to make opening him up easy, you stop and reach for your dagger.

The weapon  slashes over the same wound. You’ve done this tens of times now. You don’t let the scars heal with a potion or some kind of spell. Astarion is far from the comfort of romance, but it is its own promise. Your scar is his.

 The pain is brief, but it’s enough to feel it. You don’t flinch, though. When the blood finally seeps from it, you find yourself over Astarions back once again. 

You let your bleeding palms clamp over his mouth. It’s as close to sacred as you can forge between you. Astarion moans. It is shameless. Pitchy, high with want and utterly broken. He laps at the blood like a dog, his tongue sharp against the familiar wound. You can feel his body twitch beneath you, the muffled sounds of his voice.

There is no performance in that kind of pleasure, but the amount of arousal that spikes Astarion’s whole body never fails to surprise you. 

When he’s feeding from you, you busy your other hand with fucking him open on your fingers. Your dominant hand slips down the smooth curve of his spine, oiled skin soft and cool under your palms. He’s built like a dancer, beautiful curves. He’s a little softer now that he eats well. It looks good on him. 

You let your middle finger brush over his hole, relishing in the soft gasp he lets out as you do. Astarion’s aroused enough to accommodate you as you circle it. The tight ring of muscle is familiar, and welcoming to your touch. You don’t need to teach Astarion to breathe, don’t need to remind him of it. You can feel his whole body push along your hands as if urging you towards him. You’re too delicate about the matter for his time. 

Astarion is warmer inside than he is out. It fascinates you, makes your own stomach churn with want as your middle finger curves slowly. You pump in short motions until the resistance is all but gone. When you’ve made it as far as the knuckle of your middle finger, you start to search. You curl and press yourself against soft insides, search and search for what you’re looking for. 

Astarion lurches forward when you find it. The most pitiful little moan you’ve ever heard squeaks out from his lips, against your hand.

“That’s it, isn’t it? Right there?” 

Astarion makes noncommittal noises as you repeat the process again. Another finger, your ringer - spreading him open. Tight hole giving into your touch, filling him. Your mouth kisses the skin that you can reach. You peck and bite along the curve of his shoulders and all over his back as your ring finger penetrates him. His insides soften as you find your pace. 

You see his hands start to fidget, but you chide him before he can do it. 

“Not yet. You can touch yourself when I tell you too. Not before.” 

 Astarion needs more than this. You’ll give it to him, but patience is the virtue here. 

You don’t know how long that’s going to stick though. The way Astarion is shaking underneath doesn’t give you confidence he’s going to hold out long enough for you to take him apart like you want. You’ll give him something proper later, when he’s not so pent you think the slight brush of skin could make him cum. 

You do, desperately, want to see Astarion cum. But it has to be done the right way, or everything would go to waste in a single moment. You fuck him open on your fingers with a pinpoint pressure and accuracy, gauging his every move with the little gestures of his body. You know perfectly, know every inch of him inside and out like a book you’ve read page to page with the corners turned. The way he sways, lays intimately on the edge of cumming but never quite pushing himself over the finish line, speaks to that.

That, and the way he licks the blood from your palm like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted in his life. You can feel it, how messy it is - lapping at the split wound. Sharp unruly teeth digging into your skin, the soft breath of his nose tickling your hand as you cup his mouth. He licks so fervently, like it’s mouthwatering enough to die for. 

It doesn’t help the arousal between your legs. It’d be damning for him to know how affected you are by this. By him. 

“My beautiful boy,” Your voice is thick with desire. You can’t help yourself, the low possession laced it in. “Fucking perfect,” 

“My love,” The words muffle against your palm. You move your hand away to let him speak and his face moves instinctually to bury himself back in it. “P-please. Let me touch myself, it aches,” 

You weigh it for a minute, watching his body lurch forward as you fingerfuck him. You make a noise in the back of your throat, dropping your forehead against his spine - adrenaline making sweat drip down the crown of your head. 

“Poor thing. Aches does it? Touch yourself for me, Astarion. I want to see you make a mess.” 

He groans, hands moving immediately to fist his cock. You can hear it, the sound of him fucking his own fist like a wet, welcoming hole - cock wet and dripping with prespend. Astarions whole body starts to fall limp. His face pushed into the seat, little wet sobs spilling from his lips as he swears over and over. 

It doesn’t take any time for his body to give into the feeling of being pleasured from all angles. You feel his face nudge against your hand for blood as his muscles start to go tighter and tighter. 

“Shit,” He huffs, pushing himself back into your hands. “I’m going to cum.” 

You keep your other hand in place, pace steady. 

“Cum for me, baby. That’s it, easy does it.”

It happens so quickly you’re not sure if you should be impressed or if you should laugh affectionately. You can feel it, the way his hips stutter to a stop, his whole body grinding against you and holding tight to whatever he can cling to for purchase. His body weakens under the weight of your own, going completely tight like a bowstring before falling utterly helpless. Astarion moans loud when he cums, thick white ropes of it dressing the upholstery of the couch and falling to the floor. It’s an impressive amount. Save for what lands on the velvet, it pools thick and heavy. There’s so much, it’s like he can’t stop cumming. At least a minute passes before the twitching ceases. 

He lays there, ragged and weightless and limp. You take your hand away from his mouth and slowly ease yourself out of him as he stays and catches his breath. You press soft, warm pecks up his spine. 

You move away from him to give him some space to breathe, sitting back criss-cross on the ground. Astarion has no intention of getting up on his own, though. Before you can make sense of it, he crawls over to you. He must be worn out, given how willingly he’s coming into your arms in pure exhaustion. His cock is spent, soft against his belly and pink. He’s still naked and leashed. 

Still needy, but the lust has subsided if only a little. Astarion seats himself between your open legs. You laugh lightly, letting him rest in your side - face in the crook of your neck in utter exhaustion. 

“Hero of Baldurs Gate this, savior of the city that. I know evil when I see it, darling. Just outright cruel.” 

You break out into a laugh at the change in behavior as he pulls away to look at you. His eyes are remarkably watery. 

“That claim is undermined by that mess you’ve made on the floor there. Did you enjoy yourself?” 

He almost looks embarrassed by it, a pinkish tint turning the tips of his ears bright. 

“You’ve given me two terrible choices. I say yes and you think it’s a clever idea to do it again or I say no and I never experience whatever that was again in my life. A lose-lose situation.” 

“So you did enjoy it,” You say warmly. Astarion scoffs but doesn’t protest. “I’m glad. You’re very attractive when you’re pitiful.” 

“What despicable taste. I’m beautiful irregardless.” 

You let your head bump against his, and Astarion half-heartedly returns the gesture. “That’s true. A sight for sore eyes as they say.” 

“If you’re true to your word then I’ve earned a little more than just one,” Astarion purrs. Before that, he examines your (still bleeding hand) and picks your palm up to kiss. You grin wildy at his tongue lapping over the wound. “And you’re properly pent up, aren’t you? Let's get this cleaned up and let the real fun begin.” 

“Aren’t you insatiable today? As you wish, my prince. We can move upstairs.” 

He bemoans this. “You’ll have to drag my undead body up there if you’re asking me to get on my own two feet.” 

“Or I could carry you like a bride.” 

“A bride? How ostentatious. I’ll allow it.” Astarion says, then adds more quietly. “But we can stay… here a little longer first.” 

You hum against his skin, peppering his face with soft kisses; he doesn't turn you away from the skinship, which you’re pleased by.  “Of course my love,” 

He lays in your arms quietly and the thought reaffirms itself. You’d do anything for him.

✧ a/n : no one is more upset by the length of this than me. trust and believe this. also sorry for the yapping i just... posting this is so foreboding. it feels like that picture of spongebob who puts his hands up so a car doesn't fall on him. i am Afraid.

maybe ill write a part two of him eating box or something. we'll see. anyway thanks for reading </3. please do rb if you enjoyed. so scared to be in the tags for this.

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[yonpote]

another thing is like... under capitalism, business success and wealth begin to alienate you from others who don't have that. and that alienation can feed into greed, like why not keep investing and making business deals and buying expensive stuff? and no one around is really going to call you out because they are either capitalist hacks or maybe people who once struggled who now rely on you.

so like, I don't inherently expect much from creators like dnp who come into money. even though they probably have more financial freedom than many other creators because of all the tours, books, games, etc (because they are good at business!)

so like, as their fans who ultimately are their consumers, I think it's good to call them out, especially because they have shown before that they have good intentions.

am I expecting much from them? no. wealth can be corrupting and speaking out comes with risk to business/career interests. but they have a special relationship with their audience, as we're mostly all fellow queer and neurodivergent people with similar interests. so we can provide feedback and be the ones to try to ground them and be like "hey that wasn't cool please do better." stopping engagement with them and their content entirely doesn't really do anything to help, unless they did something they needed to absolutely be deplatformed for. stopping engagement is a valid personal choice, but when I see stuff that begins to resemble like 'they aren't being activists right now time for everyone to unstan' I'm like... if that makes you feel better, fine, but I would rather parasocially / affectionately be like "hey I expect more from you!" in a way that is constructive. which is something I would want to do with my friends, but the difference is, if my friends didn't change or try to then I probably would distance myself from them. Whereas Dan and Phil are entertainers we don't now irl, we have a different relationship with them. but compared to many other creators, they really do tend to be more sensitive to their audience (which has helped their success).

but so this time the (mostly leftist) phannies calling them out actually got them to do a fundraiser so that's cool! even if it's because of the backlash like, that's what the point of backlash is! we should want people to change behavior. not to just abstractly punish them, for something they could be unlikely to do without pressure. though hopefully it will lead to less instances of having to pressure them.

idk this brings up interesting stuff about parasocial relationships, the transactions between creators and their audience, and capitalism. so of course I had to rant about it for a sec lol.

thats completely true! thank u for the rant lol but yeah i dont want to come across as being like, NEVER EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOUR FAV CREATORS it was more like, with dnp specifically we know where their heart is i guess so it can be unnecessary to call for whatever. BUT you're absolutely right in that they probably wouldn't have done a charity stream were it not for pressure from fans. and maybe this is ME being parasocial but i'd like to think that this isn't for damage control or performativism (i mean it is a LITTLE cuz any publicity is a little bit abt looking good) but rather like, putting their money where their mouth is basically! and showing to their core audience like hey we care about this thing too and we fully hear you.

i was thinking about this General concept wrt dnp because i think there have been other moments where dnp were called out about something or criticized for like their more offensive humor and they stopped doing that and educated themselves which is better than most creators who put up fakeass apology videos. ive seen a lot of ppl say they want dan to talk about and apologize for his racist and sexist humor (and honestly only asking dan but not bringing up that phil also had his share of racist jokes) but it's like. at this point what further could he say? he's not a 21 year old shit head anymore (and yeah good for you for being a socially aware 21 y/o in 2024 but that offensive humor literally was just the culture of that time period) and they both have SHOWN that they have grown and even talked about it in like the pinof react video where they talked about "yeah we bullied kristen stewart a lot cuz it was just popular to make fun of her and justin bieber and that really sucks that we did that" like they have changed and shown change! they do not need to make a grand apology statement cuz like if you wanna talk performativism then lets talk about the fakeness of basically every apology video on the internet????

sorry thats unrelated to what u were talking abt but it just made me start thinking BUT YEAH THANK YOU FOR YOUR HOT TAKES!!!!

#myrambles

[multiversewendy]

Muse list

Wendy the boss

The once slim and innocent mascot of Wendy's now as a colossal multi-ton blob of fat and greed. She is actually a extra dimensional entity that gets more powerful the more gluttony she witness. But setting up her fast food brand in every universe was not enough! So she had the idea to create the Wendy's multiverse branch.

(Obs: she is extremely rude, so dont expect niceties coming from her)

The Restaurant

A perverted hub for hedonism where every character from any universe can come and eat, become obese and be the most nasty and unhealthy slob they can be. Be served by the gorgeous obese waitresses who are all waifus from different Games and Animes who have been hand picked to give you a delightful show. You can be fed by them or even feed your favorite girls!

The three Managers

Multiverse Wendy's is a huge place, so Wendy need some help managing this fatty paradise. Presenting to you The Three Managers.

Haru Okumura, Junko Enoshima and Peri are all morbidly obese ladies who share the extreme consumerism mindset of Wendy. Haru and Junko are responsible for the marketing and recruitment of other hungry employees and Peri is the head chef of the restaurant kitchen always making sure to make the most greasy and uneathical meals.

The Medical Team

Even if the Wendy's is a place to encourage bad habits, not every customer is that extreme and still want to be taken care of in emergency, so we have the our medical team!

Mikan Tsumiki and Tae Takemi, chosen by Junko and Haru respectively to help any customers who request help, however we dont guarantee they gonna be able to reach your table since they are already obese themselves.

(we are always hiring any medical professional interested, these two will be immobile soon)

The Waitresses

Mahiru, Kasumi, Pyra, La Brava, Hinoka, Cordelia are all happy to serve you, always displaying their flabby bodies packed tight in their waitress uniform. You can see them delivering food, personally feeding the customers or being fed by them. These fat red head pigs are all yours!

[pinkandpurple360]

im wondering if in hellaverse lore asmodeus was originally worse and fizz change him with the power of love into a monogamous vanilla soft daddy you believes in consent and healthy communication 💀 i dont like that if thats what vivs going for it sends a very unhealthy message about being able to “change” toxic men (you cannot)

on the other hand oz apparently hated mammon since the start of hell for being a selfish asshole so maybe he always had standards? and bee, based on her very limited characterization, seems pretty consistent?

Yeah pretty sure that that’s exactly what happened but if that’s the case id rather not see Asmodeus’ darker side because I don’t feel like the change will come across very smoothly. It’s just my hc that Ozzie got a lot of therapy or something.

But yeah… “meeting my first imp love fixed me and fixed my very hard royal life” is what the fandom is sticking to now, with both of the big two canon ships. The foundation is “they saved me”

I don’t really get why lust would hate greed like, philosophically speaking

Beelzebub is interesting, rewatching her episode I noticed that Loona was really put off by her behaviour. The way she hypnotises people with her songs, feeds them excessive portions of food and actually gets them high and drunk herself, so she can feed off of them. Loona is the only one who doesn’t take a drink, so as the sober person she sees things differently. Imagine going to a party and seeing the host shove drinks in people’s mouths and say things like “I’m what you want, not what you need”

#helluva boss critical #seven deadly sins

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I know MC themselves probably dont give a flying fuck about the more.... demonic acts the brothers have committed in the past or would commit in the near future, but do you think, at some point, some of the brothers themselves would start feeling guilt ridden about it? Like, some demons try and make (another) attempt at killing amd eating MC and when mammon stops them, they call him a hypocrite and remind him that he himself used to see humans as food. Would he have an "oh my god, what have I done" moment?

I don't think they'll care about what they've done to humans because in the game itself they're pretty unapologetic (Asmo who sleeps with Helene and cause a war doesn't give a fuck, Mammon and Beel who have no issue talking about eating humans and liking it, Lucifer and Belphie who have no problem trying to (and succeeding in killing) MC) but once they're closer to MC I think they'll care about what MC will think about them.

And to illustrate my point I just wrote a fic....

Did I ignore the multi-chapter wip I've been writing for over a year and the oneshot wip I've been writing for two weeks and churn this out in less than 2hours? .....ANYWAY

Unnamed GN! MC × Mammon

Tags: •Blood and Gore •Violence •Cannibalism •Fluff •Established Relationship

For the first time, his human sees what he truly is.

A creature of the night, of bared fangs dripping with the blood of the slain, of endless death and cosmic evil.

A creature finally brought to the light to face their judgment.

A creature that wishes to wail and weep at the realistic thought of finally losing them.

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[kittsu-and-company]

This might be a bad take, and feel free to prove my argument wrong, but I don’t particularly feel like catching wild shinies and putting them on your team with the reasoning “they’ll die in the wild” is the best excuse to just. Catch a Pokémon without thinking.

Yes, wild shiny Pokémon have drastically higher mortality rates than normal Pokémon, but I don’t think that gives us, as humans, the right to strip them away from their wild life if they prefer it that way. If anything, we should choose to put them in sanctuaries if their quality of life is so poor.

I think it should really be based more on how the Pokémon itself is handling it. I’ve seen videos of Shiny predator Pokémon using their sparkle gene to their advantage, luring in prey and spoiling themself on easy hunts as a result, but people would say that it’s cruel to not capture the hunter because it’s quality of life is severely lowered. In some aspects it’s bound to be lowered, but I feel people don’t take the positives into account as much as they should.

If it lowers the quality of life, then humans should only step in at a certain level, for example, an apex predator Mon that has no trouble hunting regardless of the shiny gene should be left alone, and ISNT over hunting, but a young Sneasel incredibly vulnerable to predators should be caught and brought to a wild Pokémon sanctuary. The latter includes any shiny Pokémon that are rejected by their mothers!!

I understand humans need to help everything, but I feel sometimes that people fail to realize that stepping in could do more harm than good… The urge to just, take something and make it yours even with good intentions. It feeds more into natural human greed, even if it does help. We just need to acknowledge that at least .

I think there should be nature sanctuaries dedicated entirely to shiny Pokémon. If there’s a shiny rejected or with a very low chance of survival, bring them to the sanctuary instead!!

Then they’ll be able to live a peaceful life without being out through the stressful process of adjusting to human-caught life when they really rather be wild.

This is not me blaming anyone who catches shiny Pokémon whatsoever!! I used to think I’d do the same thing if I saw a wild shiny, but I do believe we should handle this topic with more nuance than it currently has.

This is meant to apply to Pokémon that DONT want to be caught! And this is meant to be up for discussion!! Please correct me on ANYTHING I have gotten wrong I’m begging please /genuine

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[deviantartidentitydisorder]

i dont like opening up about how deep my southpark special interest goes because i swear to you its not just that i like to think about racist paper egg children i think southpark is a fascinating look into a show that started as two kids making a random art project that was essentially comedy-for-abuse-victims and making fun of celebrities/rich people, and the impact that had and how that spiralled into an alt right pipeline (or more specifically an extreme form of fence sitting) and how thats connected to america, capitalism and the lack of mental health care and resources available. i think southpark is a very interesting look into the mind of two men who started off bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to essentially satirize people who have torn them down (this is also the point of erics character, he was a joke for jews man, he was meant to be every annoying antisemetic bully you dealt with as a little kid whos in reality just really stupid and insecure and has terrible parents feeding him bullshit. that obviously changed too) and how greed and money and refusal to actually adress your issues forces victims to repeat the actions of their abusers

#that being said it was one of my bigger special interests for years in the same way capitalism and advertising is. but. you know #-_-

[thrassisfras]

I dont see evil or greed when I look at Boromir. I see someone tired and desperate, and I see Sauron feeding on that.

#everyone is susceptible to manipulation it's just a matter of the 'right' kind of manipulation #the road to hell and good intentions and all that #yes i am rewatching lotr again i'm sad it makes me happy #21:25 #ignore me

[sampsonstorm-critical]

More of the Helluva Boss inspired??? rewrite? its not a rewrite really lol, its more of a base inspiration. But heres what the Goisha look like in black and white and other concepts for a few other races. The Goisha are the all powerfull beings set in The Dead World. The Dead World is divided into three parts, Arcadia, Nirvana, and Tartarus.

Nirvana is where the Angelon reside along with Catholiss, the King of the Great Palace and the Princes and Princess's of Nirvana. The Angelon are the pure beings of the Dead World. They are the only ones permitted to marry a Goisha, and when they do, Catholiss transforms them into a Goisha Draconian.

Tartarus is home to the Goisha Siblings of Sin - The Goisha Overlords of Tartarus and its Four Commanding Sins; Queen Marionelle of Greed, King Valentino of Lust, King Azorak of Wrath, and King Lavoriss of Pride. The beings they are in charge of are Imps and Demons. Imps are born of the Dead World, and Demons are humans who died of their sins. Demons have red skin, black scorch marks, and amulets that both contain their curse, and their powers. They also have a crown of black horns, woth their sin color on the middle to the tips (Teal is Greed) (Yellow is Wrath) (Pink is Lust) (Purple is Pride) Demons can break the curse through self sacrifice, as when they dont feed they degredate painfully. Demond are not told this, as it is up to them to figure out, and come to the decision on their own, and learn from their mistakes. When Demons break their curse, they turn into imps and are sworn to secrecy by the Goisha, or be obliterated on the spot.

Arcadia is the central hub of the Dea World, with the Palace of Arcadia resting in the middle of the realm. The realm itself is lightly segregated between the commanding sins, and the other creatures of the Dead World; Angelon, Imps, Fairies (humans who die after living a "good and honest" life) and Demons (the humans who died the sinful lives). The realm works as a meideval/modern city (think Shrek lol). In the Palace of Arcadia, lives the children of the Siblings of Sin, cousins to one another. Valorian Prince of Pride, Ryhaka Princess of Wrath, Percilla Princess of Greed, and Asmodeus Prince of Lust. They are all expected to rule Arcadia together as the realm is a melting pot of the Dead Worlds inhabitants. Valorian is gentle, shy, kind, and intelligent, though comanding when he needs to be, Ryhaka is commanding, always and very serious, almost too serious, too easy to anger, and too willing to follow orders, Percilla is a pampered palace brat, who loves art, and whining, with alot of insecurities, but her jealousy always gets the best of her, Asmodeus is a free spirt, "inapropriate", surprisingly wise when it comes to emotion, boistress, and impulsive.

Our Helluva Inspired team is Finnias Fargo a demon of Pride who died a very ignorant and full of himself small time hood gangster, someone who has no filter but is very kind and kind of just a general dumbass, Garrison Barlowe, a Wrath Imp, who used to be a demon secretly, he is a county mercenary type, used to be when he was a human in the appocalypse, and still is. He feels for Finnias badly. Hes the muscle of the team. Javira Patamonne, a Greed Imp Mafia Prince, who was forced to marry the Mafia Prince of Pride Adrion Delconiss. Javira is small, shy, and frail looking, but underneathe he is a very lethal person who tolerates no nonsense and is hyper intelligent. The last is Birdie Hardwick, an undersized Wrath Imp who lived a hard farm life, who has insecurities of being strong enough to pull the wieght of her family, and fit in with the tougher farm boys in her region that actually work the lands and build it up. The buisness is a Soul Harvesting buisness. Because Demons need to feed, Finnias comes up with the idea to harvest the souls and bring them back for people to buy.

The Main Antagonist is a Wrath Demon named Laverne Strauss. He is a VERY Powerful Wrath Demon who used to be a human scientist and Doctor. He was a reveared surgeon. He was a a gay man in a Victorianesque time. He himself is not discovered, but his lover is. He is killed, and this Drives Laverne to utter madness. He becomes the Ladon Ripper, targeting the wives of his lovers persecuters. When he is eventually discovered he is sentanced to death, he is disembowled and dismembered alive, and as he dies he vows revenge from the afterlife. When Finnias starts up his buisness, this interferes with Lavernes plans. It does so, because the DeadWorlds portals to the Living world can only open up to a few dimentions at a time within one year. Once the souls ripe for harvest are gone, food is gone. (this part is still a work in progress as is how Laverne reacts to Finnias, obviously not great though)

How Valorian and Finnias meet, is; Asmodeus is Valorians favorite cousin, because Asmodeus is the only one who seems to listen to him and understands him and his personal unfulfillments. Asmodeus is prone to taking Valorian out to get onto trouble and "live a little". One night while The Team (Finnias, Garisson, Javira, and Birdie) are taking a breather in Lust, Asmodeus takes Valorian to the same place, both disguised as Imps of their sin. Valorian meets Finnas this way (again, a work in progress)

But this is what ive got. Sorry its everywhere rn, but its hard to just recopy multi page documents onto one post lol

This is the basic Goisha design

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[marathedemonoverlord]

Decided to do my take on the Demon Bros Facial Features and Demonic Forms. Now I've played games where Demons are malevolent villains and are enemies you hunt and kill so I don't really like the take demons are these beautiful flawless things so for my take on the Demon Bros I decided to make them as ugly as their sins.

What I like to imagine is the brothers appear at the age and physical features most attractive to MC/humans in their average humanoid forms but when they go into their Demon forms they show their more malignant side and appear as beautiful as ever until they got their victims in their grasp- Then they show their true demon/human mixed form and the kicker?

The kicker is this side is truly ugly but only humans can see it- To other Demons they look gorgeous still but humans can see their ugliness when they're in that form but by then it's too late the demons got them.

Idk if that makes sense it probably doesn't but I like the idea that the demons look hideous

Anyways to go over the bros;

• For Lucifer the idea that he has blackened Veins and visible age in his Demon form just makes sense; The once most beautiful angel has become decrepit and insidious to those who look upon him. Ugliness to reflect the blackness in his heart is a very suitable punishment from Father dont you think?

• Mammon's design I like to think his teeth become much more narrow and sharp because he'd do anything for shiny even if it means sinking them into hands that feed him- I also imagine that his Greed leaves him looking filthy because Greed makes you do the most dirty things.

• Leviathan's form is interesting because in a way he's probably the most beautiful of demons but he just can't see that- I dabbled with the idea that in his Demon form his mouth stretches and he gets gills because he has a more aquatic theme. He's probably always gasping for relief since jealousy can be suffocating

• Satan's was a fun design as a pure Demon I imagine his skin is more worn since anger is a toxic thing so he's just spewing acid outside of his Veins and fangs and virtually everywhere because he's just poison to those affected by him. I can see MC not being able to touch him in this form because he can melt skin and bones being too close (Headcanon; Satan's nuclear)

• So Asmodeus' is my favorite design but I can see that when he fell his face took the brunt of it; Broken jagged teeth cracked face lust crazed eyes Asmo probably had the hardest time with the Fall because his beauty is gone and now hes an ugly Demon HOWEVER he's still considered gorgeous by other demons so his constant preening and narcissism could be based on the fact that he's trying to fix his face to be what it used to be as an Angel and his obsession with his fans could be because they're as close as he'll ever get to being beloved for who he was before. I bet he'd be caught with a holy spear in his throat before showing MC his true face because they mean everything to him and it'd destroy him if they saw how ugly he truly is.

• Beelzebub's was difficult cause I lowkey wanted to put insect pieces on him but I think I'll save that for if ever I do a different design. So Beel is a natural tank so I imagine in his Demon form his scars appear more and his "pupils" vanish because in his Demon form he's not running on logic he's running on instinct so he looks more animalistic cause of it. I feel realistically he'd be more damaged since he's a big brother always taking the hits for others so he's probably battered all over.

• Belphegor's form is kind of lacking but honestly I can see Belphegor coming out okay while Beel and Asmo took the brunt of the fall and as such his markings aren't too bad- I will say tho that Belphegor probably has the most dangerous eyes as looking in them probably makes people paralyzed/fall unconscious because he just instantly makes their body stop/lazy so in his form he probably used that to paralyze then kill MC during Lesson 16 (Spoilers; he never apologizes you're welcome for that)

Anyways if anyone wants to add anything feel free to I feel like I may dabble with this more.

Who's your fave? :>

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[raytoroapologist]

if all our life is but a dream fantastic posing greed then we should feed our jewelry to the sea for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me and then she said she cant believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues tripping eyes and flooded lungs northern downpour sends its love hey moon please forget to fall down hey moon dont you go down sugarcane in the easy morning weather vanes my one and lonely the ink is running toward the page its ch

[grimescum-2]

saw you were reworking ocs tell me about them :>

HIIII!!!!! i'm looking at yoy SOO evilly rn. rubbibg my little hands together soo mischievously you dont even know what you signed up for

long ass paragraphs under the cut 😈😈 i dont think its a lot to read but i tend to talk a lot ... so... i dont blame you for not reading all of it but if you do i'm literally grabbing u and shaking u and hugging you

basically i have.. like. a LOT of ocs i'm unhappy with (be it their design or backstory) and for a long while i've been working on them passively.. though as of recent i've been taking a more direct approach to developing some of my favourites AND working on a few new concepts at the same time :o3 (this might sound like a lot but i dont do anything EVER i literally only lay in bed and sleep)

for the new concepts i've been focusing mainly on this guy (any pronouns)

considering the boogie man or just boogie for a name. they're 7 ft tall and they love to scare and confuse the shit out of people.. but only sometimes. they're relatively chill otherwise, though they keep their intentions unclear. if the spirals didn't say this then they were very inspired by michael (the magnus archives) and uzumaki !! basically they're michael but with 60s-80s aesthetics (i plan on giving them more purple and a hippie/disco vibe)

a few other less notable ones are a sona, a jester (inspired by jevil) and a VERY self indulgent zombie scientist oc to feed the reanimator brainrot

for pre-existing ocs- all of my mains are getting some kind of revamp so i won't speak on all of them, but the closest to being finished is Frenzy!! heres one of a few concepts i'm happiest with:

she's like... a partial sona in a way. i might insert her into fandoms i like if i can get over the embarrassment and shame (i love seeing other people do it but when i do it i feel bad BHABAHA) BUT in short she's a 22 year old neet hikikomori who's only hobbies are watching horror movies, anime and browsing the internet. that + her family trauma and her poor health and mental illness naturally makes her a little crazy, to say the least. she's also transgender mtf because i support trans wrongs!!!!! i plan on giving her design a v-kei, menhera, pastel goth and yume kawaii vibe.

lastly, claudine is still in the works but I've made a fair bit of progress :o3 she's going to be a lot less harmlessly silly and just a little tiny bit more evil in the sense that she feels like recruiting vampires and giving them access to blood and people in exchange for working at her circus is a necessary evil that must be done to put on the greatest show in the world, an aspiration fueled by both her genuine desire to leave a positive impact on the world and her greed for fame. still as silly as ever.. if not more so, since watching The Mask gave me a LOT of inspo for her character BHABAHA

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[sillyandquiteawkward]

Could u do Iggy for world building Wednesday I'm usually a CC stan & kinner but I'm so obsessed with Iggy rn

B A S I C S

full name: Ignatius "Iggy" Macchiato Bayley

gender: male

sexuality: gay

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: His mother is Cynthia Bayley, his older sister by 14 years is Octavia Bayley, and his older brother by 10 years is Artemus Bayley. All of his siblings do not share a father, and all three fathers are not present and none have revealed themselves.

birthplace: A market town formed around his family's caravan company, somewhere around New Hampshire or Maine.

job: Takes care of the brahmin that aren't currently working. Feeds, washes, herds, manages when to switch out brahmin from work and rest. Does some veterinary work with local pet dogs.

phobias: His mother, raiders/dangers of the wasteland, deep water.

guilty pleasures: The benefits collected from being a part of the Bayley family, shirking work

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Lawful Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Ignatius/CC. like cmonnnnnn that shit cute!!

ot3: Okay I know I only drew it once but Iggy/CC/Jesse has gripped me since I first drew them together.

brotp: Unnamed fellow caravan worker/Iggy, I think theres an undesigned/not mentioned person Iggy is friends with and is able to vent a little to them. Maybe even are friends with benefits

notp: Uhhhhh idk, just dont ship him with his family.

[rubbcrhosemoved]

lust is always stemmed down to sexual pleasures and such, but yet i always felt it stemmed beyond just that? like you always hear people saying they have a lust for power so by definition, its usually just like a strong, intense desire for something. Whether that be for sex or other things but it isn’t just solely based off sex i feel. it could cover a lot more than that and because of that, ozzie feeds off those feelings and emotions that are tied to lust that dont just tie solely to sex.

its like how i always written that greed is more than just being greedy for money or objects. it can also be greedy for attention, just essentially more self-centered focus versus what lust may provide?? if that makes sense. because like lust is about making others feel good essentially. ultimately lust can be tied to sex, power or even money– maybe why it meshes well with with greed.

#QUEUE ➡ #HEADCANON ➡ #ASMODEUS ➡ Show me some lust