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I'm Ace and I'm Kinky. Call me Bubbles. If you know me no you don't. Age: 30 Warning: Will include dead dove content including non/dubcon and whump. Current obsession: Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel Header by: blank-out

[anaceafterdark]

Call me Bubbles! Im 30+ years old, ace/aro, and surprisingly horny sometimes.

This is an 18+ blog. Do not interact with me if under 18.

Some things Ill post about. So be sure to blacklist if anything makes you uncomfortable. A lot of dead dove kinks.

Medical, Noncon, Pregnancy, Cannibalism, Lots of whump, Petplay, Hypno, Predator/Prey, Light torture, Sadomasochism, mild gore.

[androgynoussaladstrawberry]

I made me a new wallpaper for my iPad today :D

It was actually originally just going to be those two, but squeezing 4 characters was waaaaaaaaay too ambitious and I’m very happy with how it turned out 🥺

(Massive rambling ahead)

I could post the speed paint if y’all’d be interested, it’s like 3 minutes or some shit and idk I could like idk put it to a song or something. I’d be willing to do so if there’s some interest, but like I also don’t know what music I’d put it to because uh, my music taste is pretty… let’s just say, unique. Not quite like dash-cam video or penis music or anything, but like Hazbin Hotel and anime opening (or artists who make them, sometimes to anime I haven’t even watched, and I sometimes find out the song is a anime opening later 😭🙏) and some old vocaloid producers and that’s about it for the most part (and some Sonic).

Here’s a lil peak into my music tastes >;3

I’m going have to ask you to ignore how like two of those songs came out like last year and are creeping their way up, rest assured, I am mentally ill *finger guns* 🥲 but it’s ok I go to therapy now 😌 (I like my therapist, she’s nice 😊)

I’ve had this Spotify since I was like 16 too like 😭🙏 (that’s what makes VOX POPULI and Brighter creeping their way up the leaderboard sooooo much worse, this account has been around about as long as the song Addict is what I’m trying to say).

[majinii]

hello everyone heres this fucking guy again doing what he does best. stand there menacingly

[mellowhellowillustrations]

CW: Physical Assault

Here is page one of my first Radioapple comic!

I will be posting pages every other day, except weekends. There is a total of six pages. Be on the look out on Wednesday for the next page.

If you’re interested in reading more consider checking out my Patreon. Ink Tier can see all six pages, and Sketch Tier can see the first four.

Page 1

[kickingshoes]

Hellavua Dads! Hope the Hellaverse can crossover at some point, we'd love to see Lucifer and Blitz meet.

This was supposed to be a short doodle and spiraled into a full 13 page comic ahaha

Special thanks to @velkynkarma for coming up with the funniest parts of Blitz's dialogue

[polmin]

I'm going through a lot rn so here's past! staticmoth (also going through a lot)

[tomiyeee]

i like her style..

[psychegabe]

They just shoved a flag into his hand and said, "Look nice for the photo."

[tootieducks]

going back to my roots I missed them

[ehlihr]

coming up with aus for your own ocs is so funny like yeah these are my guys i made up but in a different circumstance. yeah no i also made that circumstance up

[koepek]

new job

[colormars]

I drew this because I wanted a new pfp but then I made him look too good and now I'm sad because Lucifer isn't real and I can never fuck him 💔

[colormars]

I drew this because I wanted a new pfp but then I made him look too good and now I'm sad because Lucifer isn't real and I can never fuck him 💔

[paintedaster]

I’ve been seeing other artists post such pretty and sexy pictures of these two, and I felt really inspired 😳

[cherryhartfelt]

uhm staticapple freaky 😋😋

I love drawing principal lucifer wearing suspenders......

[androgynoussaladstrawberry]

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!! I FINALLY have gotten my shit together and made a piece of fanart to celebrate pride month!! (I always intend to every year, but June just always escapes from me).

This picture felt like it took forever lol (don’t actually know how long it took though), but I’m so glad I trusted the process cause it LOOKS FUCKING AWESOME!!!

I was a little nervous cause this was my first time drawing Lucifer, like literally ever 🫪

Whenever I get obsessed with a character I always seem to have to ship them someone, and I wasn’t sure who I would ship Vox with initially, but after reading this one applestatic fic I was totally hooked on their dynamic!

But anyway, happy pride month everybody! :D

[whumplicity]

June of Doom No. 3: "Give me another chance."

Trapped | Misunderstanding | Deception

CW: noncon touch (non-sexual), intimate/obsessive villain, injury, threats, established history between characters

@juneofdoom

*~*~*~*

There was nowhere left to run; the alley ended in brick, and Villain blocked the exit with infuriating ease.

“Go on,” Villain said, spreading their arms slightly and smiling mockingly. “Try.”

The bait was obvious. They both knew it. 

Hero still lunged sideways anyway.

Villain's arm snaked around their waist before they'd made it two steps, dragging them effortlessly back into reach. A harsh shove next and Hero was sent crashing into the brick wall hard enough for stars to burst across their vision.

Before they could recover, Villain’s hand slammed beside their head, caging them in.

Hero sucked in a rattling breath.

Villain stood too close for comfort now. Rain clung to their lashes. Hero could smell smoke and steel and the faint copper tang of blood.

“You know,” Villain said thoughtfully, “I was actually starting to feel insulted.”

Hero swallowed hard, throat bobbing. “—What?”

“All that running.” Villain clutched at their chest in mock offence, wearing the smile of someone thoroughly enjoying their own performance. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Hero shoved at them.

Villain's hand closed around their wrist.

Hero jerked back. The grip didn't budge.

Without looking away, Villain lifted their captured hand and pressed their palm to their own cheek.

Hero tried to pull free.

Villain's fingers tightened.

"See?" they said softly. "Was that so difficult?"

Hero yanked uselessly against their grip. “Let go!”

“But you’ve finally stopped pretending.” Villain practically purred, tightening their hold just enough to make Hero wince. “I’ve been waiting all night for this part.”

Hero hated the way their breathing hitched.

Hated that Villain heard it too.

The alley felt unbearably narrow now. Villain seemed to fill it entirely, leaving Hero nowhere to look but at them. Hero couldn’t think around them properly when they got like this—soft-voiced and intent and terrifyingly patient.

Villain leaned closer. “Tell me something,” they murmured. “When did you realise you weren’t winning?”

Hero glared at them silently.

Villain smiled again. “Was it when I dislocated your shoulder?” They brushed their fingers lightly against Hero’s arm and Hero flinched violently before they could stop themselves. Villain’s expression sharpened with delight. “No, wait. That was later.”

“Go to hell.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Hero’s knees nearly buckled as another wave of dizziness rolled through them. Villain’s grip steadied automatically at their waist before they could fall properly.

The gesture was almost gentle. 

Which somehow made it worse.

Villain looked genuinely fascinated now, watching Hero struggle to stay upright. “You’re exhausted.”

Hero said nothing.

“You can’t even stand on your own.”

Hero scowled. The bastard was right, but they didn’t have to rub it in!

“And yet,” the bastard Villain continued anyway, voice deceptively soft, “you’re still trying so hard not to beg.”

Hero stiffened.

A slow smile spread across Villain’s face, sharp with satisfaction.

“Oh, you hate that word, don’t you?”

Hero’s face burned with anger despite the cold rain. “I’m not begging you for shit.”

“No?” Villain asked mildly.

Their hand slid up slowly, fingers curling around Hero’s throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there possessively enough to make Hero’s pulse jump beneath their palm.

“You always sound so pretty when you’re desperate.”

Hero’s stomach dropped.

“Don’t—”

“Do you remember last winter?” Villain interrupted, malice dancing across their face. “Warehouse district. You had a collapsed lung.” Their thumb brushed lightly against Hero’s pulse. “You could barely breathe. Kept looking at me like you thought I might actually let you die.”

Hero looked away.

Villain caught their jaw immediately and forced them back.

“Ah-ah. Stay with me.”

Their voice had gone warm now. Interested.

“You said please six times that night.”

Hero’s face twisted with humiliation. “Shut up.”

“And then,” Villain continued like they hadn’t spoken, “you grabbed my coat and said—”

“I said shut up.”

“‘Please don’t leave me here!’”

Hero shoved at them again, weaker this time. More irrational than forceful.

Villain barely moved.

“Oh, that hit a nerve.” Villain sounded delighted. “You remember.”

Hero wished they didn’t.

Villain watched the shame crawl slowly across their expression and looked damn near reverent about it.

“That’s the thing about you,” they murmured. “You act so righteous until you’re cornered.” Their grip tightened slightly against Hero’s throat. “Then suddenly you remember how badly you don’t want to die.”

Hero’s breathing had gone uneven now. They could hear it themselves. Fast and shallow and humiliatingly frightened.

Villain could definitely hear it too.

They leaned closer still. “Go on.”

Hero stared at them.

“Ask nicely.”

“No,” Hero said too quickly.

Villain’s smile turned vicious.

“Oh, that was pathetic.”

Hero’s chest tightened painfully.

They hated this.

Hated how Villain could peel them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left except raw fear and instinct and the desperate need to get out.

Villain studied them for another long moment before sighing softly.

“You know,” they said, “I was going to break your ribs.”

Hero looked up sharply at that. Villain, meanwhile, appeared far more interested in tracing the line of their throat.

“But now I’m reconsidering.” Their thumb traced Hero’s pulse again. “Because this is much more entertaining.”

Hero swallowed against the hand at their throat.

Villain watched the movement with open interest.

"Go on," Villain said quietly. "You already know what I'm asking for."

Hero closed their eyes.

The rain continued to fall. Their shoulder hurt. Their legs hurt. Everything hurt. Standing felt difficult. Thinking felt difficult. Villain's voice seemed to fill the entire alley, leaving no room for anything else.

“Please,” Hero said finally, the word scraping out broken and quiet.

Villain closed their eyes briefly like they were savouring it.

Hero immediately hated themselves for saying it.

Villain looked positively euphoric. 

“Again.”

Hero’s face burned.

“...Don’t do this.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

The rain hammered against the alley around them. Somewhere far away, sirens wailed faintly through the city.

Hero’s legs shook harder.

Villain waited patiently.

They knew they’d win this eventually. The absolute certainty of it was unbearable.

Hero looked away first.

“Please,” they whispered again, voice breaking. “Just—give me another chance.”

Villain went still for half a heartbeat.

Then they laughed softly, the sound warm with genuine pleasure.“God,” they murmured. “I could listen to that for hours.”

*~*~*~*

Scribbled this in the dead of night under circumstances that my lawyer has advised me not to discuss 😡😤 am gonna whack him with his damn hammer

this was supposed to be June of Doom No. 3, but according to several unreliable sources, including "the date," it is June 7.

We are ignoring this. Anyone attempting to inform me that a week of June has already passed will be launched directly into the sun. it all leads back to that glowing bastard eventually

General taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed! <333): @stars-hide-our-fires