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bigfatbimbo · 2 months
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we've fucked Vox until he passed out (and caused city wide blackouts) several times, now get ready for...
fucking Lucifer until he passes out
grabbing his horns, hair, wings, tail for leverage to keep fucking into him when he can no longer move on his own because his limbs are jelly from the hours of pounding
sheets? long ruined from his loads upon loads of cum until he's only capable of dry orgasms and they hurt so good that all he can do is drool and cry and let out little pathetic sounds with every thrust into his abused hole
he ceased begging you to stop, or for more, or for anything about an hour ago, whether it's because he can no longer form words, let alone sentences, or because all logic and reason has been fucked out of him until he's become solely a creature of feeling (a perfect fucktoy for you to use), we'll never know
getting one last orgasm out of him before he goes limp completely, his ass red and gaping from the enormous strap you know he likes and glistening with lube, his body covered in sweat and cum and bruises and hickeys and bite marks, looking so delicious it makes you want to fuck him all over again, but you know that he needs rest so you clean him up instead and pull him close under the covers
the next day he can barely crawl over to the glass of much needed water you left on the nightstand for him before heading to make breakfast, let alone walk, so you get to princess carry him around and pamper him all day, all while resisting his pleas to fuck him like this again tonight (he desperately wants you to break his small, fragile body, that's what he was made for in his opinion, all for your pleasure and any you're willing to give him)
this is my official good morning post, by the way, everyone. Starting off strong with Lucifer being a totally slut.
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daniswoso · 3 months
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Don’t Ever Say I didn’t Love You. Of Course I do.
Alessia Russo x Reader.
Warnings: Honestly idk what this is, more of a blurb or whatever you call them, emptying out my drafts bbs get ready 🙏🏼, arguments, swearing, poorly written ending, probably poor grammar.
Summary: Less doesn’t think you love her anymore.
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You and Alessia were in another one of your arguments.
It was the 4th one this week, you didn't know why at this point, you just knew your girlfriend was mad at you for something you hadn't even done. You think it has something to do with her makeup and you using the last bit of it or something like that.
"Alessia what has gotten into you?" You asked, your face crumbling slightly as tears well in your eyes. You didn't want to fight with your girlfriend, you loved her dearly and held her close to your heart. So why was it so difficult to get along with her without her blowing up recently?
You knew she had been stressed because of her recent move to Arsenal, but she had never taken her anger about football out on you before, just as you had never taken yours about football out on her.
"You don't love me anymore!" She shouts and for a moment, everything goes still. The clock stops ticking, the only sound in the room heard was your individual breaths. Heavy and laboured, as if you'd just ran 10 miles non stop each. Although, that's what fighting with each other usually felt like anyway.
"What? Less what are you on about?"
"You.. You don't love me anymore." Her voice is quiet, fearful.
"You're fucking delusional if you think that then." You scoff, and she rolls her eyes.
"Why do I even try, Y/N?"
"What makes you think I don't love you, Less?"
"You aren't spending time with me as much anymore!" She complains, and her face holds resemblance to that of a pouting toddler, you think.
"Lessi are you forgetting I have a full time very high stress job? The same job as you, might I add?” You glare at her, honestly offended she'd ever think you didn't love her anymore.
"No, no of course not, I just-" You cut her off with a scoff and disbelieving chuckle.
"Just what? Woke up last week and decided to make me feel like shit over every little fucking thing?!" You snap. You had reached your boiling point. Why was she not seeing that you loved her? Why couldn't she just see that if she had spoke about it with you it wouldn't be this way?
"I love you, Alessia. So don't you ever say I didn't love you, I still do. I always will, for fucks sakes!" You yell, completely flying off the rails.
She just looks at you, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Whatever. I'm gonna stay at Macca's." The blonde says, storming out of your shared apartment and heading to the Irish girl's.
You think about chasing after her but hear her  Mercedes pulling out of the driveway as you glare warily at your trainers. It would've been useless chasing her now.
You sigh and begin to tidy everything up, going getting into the spare bed, which you seemed to be spending a lot of time in lately, so that way if Alessia actually came back this time she'd be able to have space in a bed by herself.
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Later that night, you briefly register a dip in the bed and your girlfriends warm body pressing against your own, muttering soft apologies into your hair which you just respond to with a grumble.
When you wake up that morning to the sight of the blonde's head on your chest and her smaller frame wrapped up in your arms, you feel a small flicker of hope that everything will be alright.
Because as long as you had your girl you felt like you could do anything.
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A/N: enjoy!
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flower-dagger-gay · 3 months
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(This poll was made because I realized in a recent conversation that I've never seen any of these-)
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crescents-sims · 2 months
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Summer in Copperdale slays
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hoarder-of-dragons · 5 months
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Arthur could have noticed earlier if he wasn’t already enamored by Merlin. But perhaps his brain was hiding the truth because he knew once he dwelled over the thought, it would just lead to a series of events that wouldn’t end well.
It all finally came together not in a dramatic reveal but by gardening. Gardening. Yes. Apparently he underestimated the/foolishness of his manservant because when he took a walk to the woods nearby (“And no Merlin” he answered to a suspiciously cheeky voice that resembled his manservant in his head, he was not running away from the castle, it's just that the forest seems to be more peaceful and inviting than usual) when he heard strange sounds near the lake.
With the sleight of a tiger and the grace of a swan (No he was not exaggerating his feats Mer-lin), he slowly glided through the grass, hiding in the shadows. Many bandits have settled near as the king got more sick by the day and Morgana’s disappearance didn’t help. The mutterings he heard didn’t seem too dangerous. It looked like it belonged to one person
A very well known person in fact, as when he finally came to view the silhouette near the waters, a familiar red neckerchief and flop of dark hair stood out.
He was about to call out what his manservant was even doing in these parts when he was supposed to be cleaning his armour, when his words got stuck in his throat.
Magic
He was certain whatever happened right now was magic
Because Arthur would really like another explanation on how leaves can float around and make shapes strongly resembling dragons. There wasn’t even a wind for God’s sake.
Oh also if that wasn’t enough, if he slightly tilted his head, he can even see the gold in his eyes
So Merlin has magic.
He waited for the feeling of anger and rage to take over but all he felt was disappointment. Disappointed that he didn’t find out sooner, though all the indescribable mishaps along the years made more sense. Disappointed that Merlin felt that he had to hide magic from him. And why wouldn’t he.
He was the prince of Camelot, a magic banned kingdom with Uther Pendragon as his father. He was sure the roles were reversed; he would have done the same.
There was still a touch of betrayal in his heart but most of it is subdued (not only has he been trained to be a king but also to control his emotions. if he tries to) . Deep down, he knew Merlin was hiding, lies spoke through his mouth though his shifty eyes gave way to reveal that he was hiding something. But he knew once he discovered whatever Merlin was hiding, it was for a good cause
He still needed time
He needed time to think this all over
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billy batson magically induced profanity filter. solomon thinks he's funny
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proustianlesbian · 6 months
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this is one of my favorite scene in monster to watch and read to be honest 🥺. (i'm so normal about this grandpa.)
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crying at the fact that he asked someone to take the pictures for him at least three times, he's so old jewish man to me..
it's funny to me how his caricature is just him (in all his beauty) because he's perfect and has no flaw.
(i love you pepaw like the english speaking people say i think.)
i want him to show me all the pictures of all the holidays he took.
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flipchild · 2 years
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average NYU graduate
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gofancyninjaworld · 1 year
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Hands
I'm no artist, but I do appreciate good art when I see it. A little love then for Murata's portrayal of hands. I first wrote this sometime in 2016, one of my first posts on the OPM subreddit. I think it it’s still good!
I may tend to dig into different aspects of OPM, but it's only to consider the aspects that the writing or art actually cares about. For example, I'm yet to consider the geopolitics of OPM -- it's not important to ONE and I leave it there.
I like looking at hands in general, but my gateway drug were Genos's. Something was naggingly familiar about them, and then I realised: they're Jack Kirby hands, big, beautiful Kirby hands! Anyone who considers affordances in a mechanical rendering is my friend -- they look like they might almost work. For example he doesn't have the equivalent of metacarpals (the bones in the palm of your hand) as the palm needs to be a solid piece for the incineration cannon exhausts. It means that the width of his hand is fixed and he can’t reshape his hand for many of the precision grips we take for granted. So Murata has taken it into account, for example, when you realise that he has a telescoping thumb in some arm sets to compensate. We wouldn't have minded if Murata didn't consider such detail so consistently, but when someone works that hard to to get the trifles right, I have to care too. And then I started to look at other characters' hands too.
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drawn like some thought has gone into how to engineer a functional hand rather than metal textures drawn over a regular hand -- I just fell in love with Murata’s art over this.
By and large Murata has given regular characters their own hands, rather than generic ones (which again we wouldn't have noticed or cared about). My other favourites then:
Saitama's hands have surprisingly long fingers. One almost doubts that they belong on a fighter... and then they curl into that fist. All part of the character everyone loves to underestimate.
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doesn’t it look like he should be a pianist?
Garou has some of the longest fingers I've seen on a non-deformed character -- when he flips you off, you stay flipped off. But they don't create a sense of delicacy: while they're long and thin, they look as hard as bone. They fit so well with his fighting style -- when he spears them into his opponent, their devastating impact is utterly believable.
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At the opposite end to delicate are Tank Top Master's. Again, without being deformed, his are these giant meat hooks that form into wrecking ball fists. The brutality of those hands contrasts so clearly with the kind face he has.
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Sometimes it's not the look of the hands that's notable, but what the characters do with them instead. In that respect, Metal Bat is particularly noteworthy. He has hungry hands: they seemingly cannot hang at his side but must be touching something, holding a bat, stuck in his pockets, his sister's hand, his own hands, something. It adds a sense of restless energy to his character that you notice, but don't realise that you do.
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this is as still as you’ll ever find Metal Bat
A very different kind of restlessness comes across in Dr. Genus's hands: he has bitten his fingernails to the quick, which go so well with the haunted look he wears.
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Hands I was curious about then:
Dr. Kuseno. I hadn't noticed until I was compiling this list, but I've not seen them at all. They're only ever tightly locked behind his back. Everything he does is effected through robots. Now I'm curious. Well the years pass and chapter 89 rolls round and we get to see the doctor’s hands: they’re tiny, in keeping with the rest of his dimunitive self. And they’re not afraid to touch Genos. But next day comes round and they’re right back behind his back.
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needless to say, this is one of my favourite panels: the care that’s gone into every character’s hands is excellent. I especially like the detail of Bang being left-handed, and notice that Genos’s fingers swivel from the knuckle to allow him to grip the chopsticks precisely. 
Looking at hands, can I draw attention to King’s for a moment?  I thought they looked a bit familiar. And then I realised that Murata has referenced his own hands to give to King. It just gives me the biggest smile.
Even in something so small, Murata has taken care to make sure it speaks to who characters are.
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The pulse he managed to find as he fumbled at her wrist was weak. He sat there, feeling at it, staring at her face because he could not convince himself that he wasn't imagining it and she had died there in the doorway. But then her chest lifted just barely, a breath that sounded and looked strangled, but a breath nonetheless.
Now, he wasn't exactly fond of the woman. Shoot, he barely knew her. But she had visited him enough times, taken enough work from him that he felt, at least a little bit, like he owed her. He couldn't very well let her die on the floor of this pathetic little shack he had been holed up in for the last few months.
Sighing heavily, he lifted her shoulders, sat her up, then scooped up her legs and stood with her held against his chest. He carried her carefully to the bed against the back wall and laid her down as gently as he could manage. Her head flopped to the side, exposing a dark, thick bruise along her neck. He winced. He'd heard the Farlane Brothers were a nasty bunch and he knew that they had a proclivity for lynching folks, but this? This looked like they dragged her by the neck before trying to hang her.
His biggest concern was the mess that was her left side. When she had stumbled into the cabin, the first thing he'd noticed was the red stain of blood on her clothes, from under her armpit all the way down to her hip. He'd made to ask what had happened, but she had fallen forward before the words left his mouth. Looking at her now, he knew that whatever she had gotten into was no good.
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blueiight · 10 months
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Lestat said be all the beautiful things you are without apology for eternity not be my bbc for eternity!
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putonmyfavoriteshow · 2 years
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I just realized -
Ludmi’s two favorite people (Fede & Naty) are the most selfless and caring. The type of people who balance her narcissistic behavior. Even though Fede can be full of himself, he still has a strong moral code.
Vilu’s two favorite people (León & Fran) are the most comforting and level-headed - yes, Fran can get frazzled herself but I’d say she has more logic than most of the gang. The type of people who can balance the sheltered/anxious aspects of her personality.
Also I think this is further exemplified in s3 when Ludmi and Vilu are living together as stepsisters and start to realize how much they have in common. Ie. the people they rely on the most they pretty much risk losing during the course of the season.
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astralsexwizard · 3 months
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How do you Astral project?
I focus on my desires real hard until my wussy thrums and then my astral body seperates from my body ody
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ladamarossa · 2 years
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The Dark and the Wicked (2020)
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mushroomfrogie · 1 year
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The Tuck everlasting musical deserves SO MUCH MORE than it got
Like 39 performances??? After being in the works for 6 years? Really??
Hey Broadway, give us a Tuck everlasting revival
Do it you cowards
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proustianlesbian · 1 year
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if you like the young/new pope, i highly recommend ainsi soient-ils/the churchmen. it more serious and doesn’t follow much the vatican's affairs (until the last season) but concentrate on a group of young french seminarists and how they will become priests. the show talks about lots of different subjects linked to modern problems faced by the church (like for example, the 2013 french law allowing gay/lesbian mariage in france which was boted at the same time as seasons one and two). it’s in 3 seasons which you can find apparently on prime video or on different streaming/t*rrent sites.
EDIT : for french people, it's apparently on disney plus :)
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