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willgrahams-gender · 7 months
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wewerealwaysthere · 6 days
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For a brief video check out the link below.
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purple-nugget · 1 year
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vinsmokesanjithing · 9 months
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Percico/Nicercy content!!
Nico (in some akward way, that even he didn't know how he managed to) flirted with Percy, Percy is all red and sht, but then- he looks at Nico with the most powerfull death stare you could ever heard 'bout and then winks with both his eyes- and then winks but whit his left eye, AND THEN he starts to blink way too fast-
Nico has to grab his shoulders and shake him, that way Percy can stop...Nico thinks Percy is way too cute, so both just look at each other with pink cheeks and silly smiles, admiring their loved one.. :))
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dovessoiscanon · 1 year
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yet another sketchy sketch
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POV: Dovey and Lesso literally ten seconds after the last students leave the assembly hall
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An Unwelcomed Gift
Here’s the other one that spawned from that god murdering their followers one. Once more a thank you to the peeps that encouraged/instigated me actually writing on the idea I had! 
Content warnings (My mind is clouded. Blood sugar is low while I’m working on this): body horror sort of, violence, gods/religion, blood, does biting count as well?, gore (sort of)
Also clarification. The god (they/them). The god’s spouse (she/they). They are both gods.
The god grimaced at the fools within the "church". Pleaing and crying in mass to leaders in sashes. No different from an overgrown boy scout. 
The members are branded in self chosen locations. The more shameful the location the more valued in the cult. Many idiots scattered throughout with mutilated genitals, scarred tongues, markings right over an eye. Marked with a choice of one their gods' symbols.
The god crossed their legs and gripped the arms of the chair. It has strewn away from their instruction for far too long. 
They took a deep breath in contemplation, tilting their head to the side. Allowing it to idly dangle as they remained watching. The joints which their neck was attached, strained, and popped. 
"It's time to start the cult anew." An exhausted voice behind the god muttered, their fingers crawling up the unsupported neck. 
"My darling." The god chirped, once more overcome with displeasure at the cult that defied them. 
Two bare feet, belonging to the beloved voice of the god's spouse, padded over. Standing in front of the troubled god before they fell softly to their knees.
"Honey. Do not fret. We can easily fix this." 
"Nothing should have to be fixed! This was meant to be an honor for you." The god looked to their eternal partner, slowly rolling their neck upright once more. 
"If it concerns you so. We may always try again." 
"We will fix this together? Are you sure you want to meddle further with the stubborn mortals?" 
The god's spouse looked down upon the defiant mortals, laughing. She reached their hands up to the god's head that had slowly began sliding off of the headrest. Softly grasping the side of the god's head, unbothered by the wet curls that grazed their bandaged fingers. They carefully pushed their spouse's head back to an upright position. 
"At least this time they do not fear us." 
The god looked down at their spouse, mouth agape, "We never gave reason for the prior group of mortal idiots to fear us." 
She placed a small kiss on their inner thigh, right before the knee. Lips touching right where the edge of the silk rested. 
The god laughed and lifted their partner's head. They reached to their own, cracking their neck until their neck popped back into place. Ignoring the wet sound, they leaned down placing cold, busted lips upon their spouse's temples.
"Do not bow before me." They kissed their partner's neck, "It is time to make them bow before us." 
"No more will they stress my favorite god." The spouse said on the edge of an overjoyed hum. 
Both gods snapped their fingers and stretched as they stood upon a makeshift platform the cult leaders stood upon. The platform that was strictly for the gods and the ones the gods deemed esteemed enough. 
Both stood fully naked breathing in the foul aura of the room. A form they had always taken when not in their homeland. 
"We are your gods! We demand you act like it!" The god demanded, locking their index finger together with their spouse. 
The cult leaders stood shocked, backing away from the gods who had manifested out of nowhere. When the initial shock had been overcome one of the leaders crossed their arms. 
"You want us to believe you're our gods? You look no better than the junkies on the street." The emboldened leader gestured towards the god, "You. Don't let me get started with you." 
The god's throat bulged, the muscles constricting painfully as they popped their head off. It was becoming far too agitating to hold up themself. The skin stretched and dangling as they handed it to their infuriated spouse to hold, knowing she wouldn't damage it. 
More disgust and confusion twisted people's faces watching the gods. 
"Say what you think mortal. You think I look ghastly? Like a corpse someone dug up?" 
Another leader took a large step forward, sash of leadership stained. They exhaled nasally, throwing a hand up to catch the attention of everyone in the room. 
The god's spouse tucked their partner's head in the crook of their elbow. Holding it firmly to their side as they watched the illegitimate leaders move in closer. As soon as the man with the stained sash parted their lips to speak rehearsed lies with the same theatrics, tainted further by their foul breath, she reached out a hand. 
She hummed beneath her breath, displeased. Slowly closing her outstretched hand into a fist. 
A single sound fell from the leader with bad breath's mouth, before their veins expanded rapidly. Their breaths growing panicked as she grinned, exposing the gap in her teeth. 
"Speak your mind. Follower of Damascus cult." The god's spouse stated, steempting to ignore the sparkle in the eyes of her partner's head still in her hold. 
"Guys they're the real deal! They're the real deal! Hide the revised texts!" The same leader quickly tucked away their composed facade. 
The fellow leaders looked on in disbelief. 
“These atrocities can't be gods.” Everyone looking upon them thought.  
"That's cap!" The original emboldened leader yelled out. 
The god's spouse snickered, "So you edited the texts?" She threw her fist up multiple of the leader's veins bursting within them.
The foul breathed leader trembled and screamed out. Silenced shortly after by a final destructive move of the god's spouse, no longer wanting to hear them. 
"You're having far too much fun without me darling." The god spoke crossing their arms over their chest. 
She playfully rolled her eyes and placed the god's head back atop the body to which it belonged. 
"Get to work then my dearest." 
The god watched the surviving cult members run for it and nodded. They pushed down on top of their head, ignoring the wet squishing of their flesh being forced to re-fuse together. They grabbed their partner by the shoulder and pulled her close. 
Their lips melded to one another's joyfully. The god tilting their head as they took a firm grasp of exposed asscheeks. The god's spouse breathed shakily into the kiss, parting their lips. Their hands softly pulling at the god's wet curls, flopping lazily into their eyes. Their tongues met one another's, teeth plummeting down on each of their tongues. 
They both hissed in pain pulling away from one another as blood slowly began to fill their mouths. 
The remaining leaders unfortunately drifted away from the members to take care of business. The gods not to far behind them. 
"Quick! We have to get rid of the books so we don't get arrested for this shit!" 
"Don't yell at me! I should've never listened to you wack jobs about this damn thing." They hunted through the room frantically for all the written evidence against them, "'Fuck college. We could start our own cult and get bitches.'" They mocked in a horrid attempt at a deep voice. 
"Can you idiots stop yelling? They'll hear us." Someone further back whisper yelled. 
"No worries, my selfish followers. These cops will never know any of this ever happened." The god spoke after they spat the blood in their mouth on the floor. 
"Oh shit!" One of the leaders screamed, tears blurring their vision as they tried to sprint out of the room. 
Some of their companions wept, while others armed themselves with books or keys. A couple of gags at the blood and saliva on the floor. All accepting the violence to come from the god in front of them. 
The god rolled their eyes and stuck a foot out in the runner's path. Sending them sprawling to the floor. They crouched down and effortlessly began scrawling scripture and runes with their finger into the blood. 
"Make sure you kiss ass to whoever you'll be seeing in the afterlife." The god muttered as the building caught aflame. 
The god and their spouse sat in the hallway watching the mortals attempt to run away from their fate. 
"You still want to try again?" The god asked grin overtaking their face, that began to creep to the side as they struggled to hold their head up. 
"Of course. We'll get it right eventually." The god's partner stepped in front of them lifting them happily. 
"Kiss for morale?" She questioned as the wails and screams gradually faded out. 
"Why even ask?" The god rested their forehead against hers, their eyes sparkling. 
Their lips pressed together gently, enjoying each others presence as one final scream echoed through the collapsing building. The god holding their somewhat blodied spouse's hand. 
They had plenty of time to get it right. Right now they made sure they’re mistakes became ash. 
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yuyuuyuka · 2 years
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Fudou: Fuck.
Kazemaru: We've got to work on your cursing.
Fudou: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.
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willthemonsterswin · 2 years
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Really proud of my corpse bride byler au I made :D
We need more of this
Also I usually draw traditional instead of digital :)
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seenthisepisode · 2 months
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no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity
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akashicrecord · 1 year
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no offense but if your friend is trying out a new hobby be fucking nice to them
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hattersarts · 8 months
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im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up
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lungthief · 9 months
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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.
like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been
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vinsmokesanjithing · 2 years
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🥶 Robin slays it 💪
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ionomycin · 10 months
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Mother of Pearl
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deancaskiss · 1 year
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rb to have a super gay 2023
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