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The masculine urge to be the living-dead thing Lawrence keeps (a series of sketches) 🥺 [ MINORS DNI ]
Oh and to whisper cryptic sweet nothings into the ear of my necromancer 😭💘
[ Lawrance belongs to @gatobob ]
Put your loving hand out, baby
'Cause I'm beggin'
[MINORS DNI]
Celia making sure her MC looks cute, like doing their make up/hair/dressing/etc. That kind of cute stuff to make her MC look stunning (◕ᴗ◕✿)
AUGH thank you, I needed this
c.w: no pronouns used, but dresses/makeup/jewelry mentioned. Hair styling. Mildly suggestive toward the end.
She's so tactile with you.
Fingers trailing over the curve of your shoulder as they slide the spaghetti strap of your dress back into place -- it had looked almost plain on the hanger, floor-length and solid burgundy, but she handed it to you, and you trusted her. When you stepped out of the dressing room and saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped, and her reflection grinned from behind you.
The gown made your shape into a work of art, clinging in a way that was both classy and flattering. You noticed, for the first time, the thin silver swirls descending elegantly from the neckline, giving the dress a bit of subtle flair. And the fabric - now that you're paying attention to it, you realize how soft it is. Velvet, maybe.
"It's gorgeous," you say, still stunned, after she twirls you before the mirror.
"It's gorgeous on you," she amends, wrapping her arms around your middle, resting her chin on your shoulder.
---
"Does it fit properly?" She asks.
Leaving a soft kiss on the back of your neck after fastening the clasp of your necklace -- something silver and intricate to go with the bodice of the dress. Her painted nails trail along the line of it, playing over your collarbones, before they lift upwards to brush your earlobes, which currently house simple but sparkling diamond studs. Her palms move to your arms, where they glide down to your wrists and fuss over the filigree bracelets on each one.
Then, finally, the ring, set with an opal and garnet accent stones - she'd slid it slowly onto your left ring finger, and your whole body tingled in response. Then she'd lifted it to her lips for a chaste yet heartstopping kiss, and you'd nearly melted into a puddle at her feet. Now, she merely brushes her thumb over the opal.
"Is that your sneaky way of asking for my ring size?" You respond with a teasing grin. She meets your eyes and smiles back.
"Maybe."
---
Hands smoothing over your hair, fingers threading through as she works with the strands -- using the curling iron, or the straightener, or simply braiding it or winding it up into a pretty bun. Tucking a strand behind your ear, pulling it back out to frame your face, pinning things and twirling things and spritzing things. She's probably gone through half a dozen styles so far and can't seem to land on one.
"Is this just my life now?" You tease as she unpins all her hard work for the seventh time.
"I can't decide what style suits you best - you look lovely in all of them. Let me try one more thing," she says, determination filling her eyes once again as she lifts them from yours, back to your hair. You laugh, but otherwise remain still for her.
---
"Well, we're definitely going to be late, but I think you're finally done," she states, looking you over critically. You know you've passed inspection when her gaze turns appreciative instead.
Palm cupping your jaw as she gently tilts your face upward, applying makeup with all the intense focus of a chess master -- brushing on foundation and blush, expertly blending eyeshadow, managing your eyeliner and mascara like a pro despite your reflexive, excessive blinking.
Finally, tugging at your chin just enough to part your lips so that she can paint them in the color she picked out for you. She hands you a napkin to blot with.
"Are you, though?" you ask, biting your newly-tinted lip seductively.
"Of course not," she says, gaze smoldering more the longer she looks at you, "but I suppose I'll just have to touch you some more when we get back home."
"Ooh, promise?"
She leans closer, until her lips are nearly touching yours.
"Promise."
Is cannibalism a kink?
It sure can be!!
Yes
Strade - listen. I don't know what that stuff was in his fridge or why it was there, but... this man practically screams "hunger as a form of desire."
Ren - canonical heart-eater, lmao. Consumption as an expression of love.
Vincent - another one who canonically devours you. It's something intimate for him.
Cain - not only will he eat you, he'll make you eat you! 🙃 probably views it as something like a communion.
Maybe
Sano - also has a consumption ending (right? I'm pretty sure). You belong to him forever this way.
Lawrence - I would not be surprised if he loved you so much that he had to tear out your heart and eat it. I mean, we already got halfway there in canon.
Mason - I have posited that he's a cannibal out of practicality, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was inclined to it out of domination and desire too.
No
Rire - doesn't really appeal to him. (He may or may not have fed you human meat, but probably just in the service of psychological warfare).
Celia - hasn't even occurred to her.
Derek - hasn't occurred to him either.
Jack - maybe feels the occasional urge to rip out your throat with his teeth, but no desire to actually eat you.
SFW version. I feel like this is very cursed.
*prayer hands* fic prompt: cooking a new recipe with milo, chill and domestic vibes! ✨️
Rain battered the apartment windows as you fetched an oversized sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen. Milo was leaning against the fridge, printed sfogliatelle recipe in hand. He wore a simple black short-sleeved shirt. The man never seemed to get cold.
"We could just go to a restaurant," he said, and you sighed.
You'd already bought the honey, flour, milk, all of the ingredients, and organized them along with the cookware you’d need on the kitchen counter. You’d even bought a pasta machine. "You can't usually get sfogliatelle at a restaurant."
"What if you gave them a tip?"
Ugh. "I specifically picked out this recipe because it's hard to find unless you go to an Italian bakery. I thought it would be something special."
Milo glanced at you over the piece of paper, his violet eyes a shade darker in the moody, overcast light. You began pulling the sweatshirt over your head, but struggled with the mass of fabric. You felt Milo tug at the sides to help you put it on. “You might actually find something that fits if you wore one of your own sweatshirts for once.”
“But yours are so cozy.”
Now it was his turn to sigh. “Where should I start with the recipe?"
“Measure out the flour and salt, please.”
He grabbed a cup and spoon. You went to work measuring the water and honey, occasionally stealing glances at Milo’s neutral expression. It was cute to watch him focus on cooking. Earlier, you had almost convinced him to wear an apron with hearts printed on it, but he backed out, saying you were going to take pictures. Which you were, of course.
"Is there a special occasion I forgot about?" Milo said without looking over at you.
"Hm...? Why do you ask?”
"You said making the recipe would be special."
"Does it need to be a special occasion for us to do something nice together? It's special because I'm making it with you."
He went quiet at this and dumped the measured flour and salt together, while you gradually added the water and honey to the dry mixture.
The other times Milo cooked with you, it didn't feel overly romantic. Not that you needed it to, but maybe mixing butter and flour or dicing tomatoes didn't exactly put him in the mood. In any case, it was still nice to do something together.
With the ingredients mixed, you kneaded the soft dough that had formed.
“Anything else for the moment?” Milo said.
“Nope, the dough will go in the fridge for half an hour after this.”
Milo gave your head a quick pat and you watched him leave the room. He could’ve at least stuck around a few minutes longer. But at least later you’d get to try out the pasta machine together, and then you’d give him the job of making the filling.
Music kicked up in the other room. "La Canzone del Sol." He had put on one of his records. Must be feeling Italian.
You heard footsteps behind you and felt Milo's firm chest lightly press against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder as he slid his hands down your arms.
"Better?" He whispered the word into your ear, giving you chills.
"I..." you trailed off.
"If you want it to be special, I'll make it special. I can do the rest of the kneading, too."
His hands replaced yours and he went to work kneading the dough a bit too sensually for him to just be thinking about Italian desserts. He rocked you gently back and forth to the music, as you tucked your arms up into the sweatshirt, completely enveloped in his warmth.
"And I'll feed it to you when it’s done, if that’s what you want."
“Never said I wanted that,” you mumbled.
“So you’re going to feed it to me?”
You sighed and nuzzled your head into his arm. You were glad he couldn't see your expression.
currently trying to escape work & art block, trying to at least get a small warmup done each day. not sure if im a fan but eh u lose some
dont talk to him he angy - cervidae [minors, blogs with no age listed, & incest/adult x child shippers dni]
[DO NOT REPOST OUR ART]
Celia my beloved (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
She was the first route I got and I've been in a rollercoaster. I want to kiss her, slap her and support her all at the same time.
So wade's canonically into goths huh? 👀
Wade is canonically into anyone with teeth still implanted in their skulls 😎
This could be us in a romantic dinner but they decided to keep us captives or kill us ಥ_ಥ
Lawrence has a michelada, Strade a caguama, Celia an "azulito" and Mason has juice because gato once said he hasn't tried alcohol.
@hannia-kusama
Bonus: Derek preparing a not very safe drink
The owners of my salary belong to @/gatobob
Not to be a pervert or anything, but what's Jacob like when he finally gets to sleep with his crush, assuming they let him? Would he ever try it even if they didn't want to?
No worries anon, we're all perverts deep down uwu (I mean, just look at my tumblr LOL)
So if Jacob gets to finally sleep with his crush with consent, then he gets VERY physically clingy very quickly. He wants to spoon you, hold you close to him, he wants to cuddle and touch. To feel his crush's body against his own drives him wild.
A little too wild.
He's been fantasizing about this for so long! So he really wants to tell his crush just how much they drive him crazy, how long he's been in love with them, he wants to admit everything he feels about them. He usually expresses these emotions automatically if his crush admits they felt feelings for him in return first, but if his crush hasn't said anything yet, he lets it out while they're asleep. He'll whisper so closely to them as they're sleeping, or even if Jacob knows they're awake, he just wants them to know.
If his crush catches him doing it, he'll pretend he's asleep lmao and then when confronted about it he's like "Huh? I was talking to you last night? Oh yeah I talk in my sleep sometimes, sorry if I bothered you haha." Nice gaslighting.
If his crush never acknowledged/consented to him sleeping in their bed/house (especially if they remain unaware of Jacob stalking them) Jacob does enter their room sometimes to snap a few photos...and maybe touch their hair a little bit, maybe steal a few of their clothes to sniff later...
Yeah, he can be a real fucking creep LOL.
He might try to sit by them or even climb into bed with them if there's room to really feel like things are more "personal" between them, but it's a huge risk he doesn't like taking that much. But he'll definitely enter your house :)
Vaquero! Lawrence asking for a dance
Thanks @salandersan for bringing this amazing concept so here I bring Lawrence buchón <3 @hannia-kusama
Btw, he's gonna dance with his beer in his hand, no discussion allowed.
My beautiful baby's birthday 🥺💖
Fun fact the audio translates to "may the birthday boy go fuck himself (affectionately)"
Nooo, Jacob 😭 I'll do whatever you want but don't piss on me 😭😭😭
Although Jacob has some odd kinks, he doesn't want to make the person he cares about uncomfortable u0u No peeing allowed Jacob!
My contribution to Priest! onionthief
Thanks for the serotonin, they are just 💖🌹 💕 ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)
Ofc you can tag me (> ਊ <)🌟
This is incredibly self indulgent, but would you write a bit of dialogue for each oc? Maybe something like a confession, or their way of saying "I care about you". 💕
I gotchu <3 (Characters in order: Callisto, Jacob, Dante, Ruben, Alfred, Cedric, Gareth, Augustus, Travis, and Norman)
(Special thank you to @sweetstlare for Callisto's Spanish! I hope it's ok if I tag you here u0u )
hi robo! i've been following you on twitter for a long time and i noticed there's a lot of lovely art that you've posted there but not here... i was wondering if you were planning to? or if you could, pretty please, sugar on the top? lol i hope this isn't a bother, i just genuinely love your art style and the boys a lot!
i hope you have a good weekend, thank you and the devs for letting us hang out with your ocs! 💙❣️💙
I sort of intend my tumblr to be related to game dev stuff, so most of my non-game dev art will likely be only on my twitter. BUT i can share here all the old bp dev and post-dev art!
Maslow's hierarchy says that, not me.
