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cambion-companion · 7 months
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can i request Raphael's reaction to, what even he can tell, is true affection from Tav?😭
But of course, thank you for the prompt my love!
I know you want this to be a more fluffy drabble and I will to my utmost to curb Raphael and deliver
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Raphael certainly didn't know what to make of you, that much was certain. In an effort to dissuade your growing familiarity, he had taken to wearing his much more intimidating cambion form more often.
Much to his chagrin, that only seemed to increase your desire to be near him.
"Might I remind you," Raphael gave you an incredulous look as you slid into Mol's vacated seat, beginning to reset the Lanceboard. "I am a devil, my dear." He waved an airy hand in your direction. "I don't take part in such frivolous displays."
"Hmm?" You said, feigning ignorance, cutting him a furtive glance. "It must say a lot that you're some of the most tolerable company I've happened across."
"You certainly did not 'happen across' me." Raphael shook his head at you, his brows angling sharply. He decided to indulge you, his little mouse and readjusted in his seat and pondered his first move. "Very well. Though don't expect lenience."
"Never." You said with a slight laugh. You watched him smile some in response and felt giddy.
He was watching you, ever so closely. The usual sharp cunning behind those brown eyes. However, by his own deceitful design or not, you saw a hint of another emotion: fondness perhaps.
You made your move on the board, keenly aware he was going to beat you soundly. "It must get lonely at times, even for a devil, to never experience affection."
For the first time since meeting, you got the sense your words had actually surprised him. He huffed a bemused sigh. "I have no desire nor time for such mortal trivialities. You cannot begin to conceive the workings of my mind." He made a move, checking your king.
"I could conceive a lot of things." You said, not bothering to guard your most important piece. "All I ask is more of your time, Raphael."
Raphael's answering laugh was long and rather abrasive. "Such an eager little thing. Darling, really. I admit to not knowing quite what to make of you, pet." He leant forward over the table after thoroughly checkmating you. "Such an eager client should be well rewarded after all."
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prettyhatmachine · 1 year
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Dog motif
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// I Wanna Be Your Dog - The Stooges // It Hurts And I'm Lonely - Nichole Rae Klein (Instagram: @rae_klein) // Love Dog - TV on the Radio // dog thoughts - Anna Haifisch (@anna_haifisch on twitter) // // Damn Dog - Manic Street Preachers // illustration by @mischievousdog based on the comic strip: The Angriest Dog in the World - David Lynch // Knives Out - Radiohead // Grotto - Kat Lyons // Golden Age - Ethel Cain (@mothercain) // The Dog - Francisco Goya //
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the-kipsabian · 7 months
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i almost cried as ocs music hit im such a fucking mess rn
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daincrediblegg · 5 months
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OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:
You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)
BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES
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You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable
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THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION
And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.
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stil-lindigo · 11 months
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hobie motherfuckin' brown!!!!!!
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variksel · 1 year
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i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media
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collaredkittyboy · 3 months
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swordsmans · 1 year
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me, absolutely not an artist, desperately trying to articulate how much i adore people's fanart: ouughgh the colors. there are so MANY of them!!!! and the lines,,,,,,,,,, they are made of lines.. impeccable
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Uh-
just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.
@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance
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prettyhatmachine · 7 months
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If I started a gofundme or something for top surgery would you guys kill me
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borealiszero · 8 months
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People should make more doomed by narratives siblings relationship.
Like with lovers you can just sever it and not have it related to you ever again but with siblings how could you?
You grow up with them you raise them or they raised you you both know how unforgiving the world is to both of you? You would die for them but will hate them for doing the same and yet none of you would regret it and both of you know it. They could be the person you loath the most and miss the most cause you still remember how they sneaked a candy into your hands. You can sever the tie but you can never look away at what you've lost, at whom you've lost because fate doesn't allow you to be together, eating dinners in quiet peace, if only there's another life, another time, where i can make you another plate of pancakes i would im sorry im sorry im sorry —
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celestialalpacaron · 3 months
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I just want them to be happy together 💕
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cozylittleartblog · 10 months
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@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
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bioshzrd · 3 months
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this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever
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frogchiro · 7 months
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virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!
Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.
One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.
Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?
So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.
All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.
Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.
Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?
Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:
"Stay. Don't move around girl."
And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.
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jondrettegirls · 1 year
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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
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