send a symbol for my muse to be playing a cliché party game in a group with your muse.
🍾 for SPIN THE BOTTLE. 🤥 for TRUTH OR DARE. 🃏 for STRIP POKER. 🥂 for NEVER HAVE I EVER. 🚪 for SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN. 🎲 for MUN’S PICK.
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send a symbol for my muse to be playing a cliché party game in a group with your muse.
🍾 for SPIN THE BOTTLE. 🤥 for TRUTH OR DARE. 🃏 for STRIP POKER. 🥂 for NEVER HAVE I EVER. 🚪 for SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN. 🎲 for MUN’S PICK.
Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium
Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)
Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
Touch Starved Meme
My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-
❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest
For every "Yoink!" I receive, my muse will remove an article of clothing.
@chocolate-explosives
hey can u dm me the stuff I owe you? I wanna work on replies n when I try to follow it thru my notes it's not working
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.” The child swings their legs, humming. "Besides, they aren't really, not all of them."
The ghoul seems confused, eying the child. “Who are you?” He’s obviously unsure of what to think, one can tell simply from the look on his face.
“No one. Anyone. You can choose.” A beat, and something flits over that still face, almost mask-like. “The night serves all of us well, doesn’t it?” They hold out a hand, as if beckoning something to rest upon it.
“Well, uh, my name is Isaac. Do you have a name or are you gonna be all ‘I’m anyone’?” It’s clear that the ghoul is uncomfortable, eying the stranger with clear suspicion on his face. “I guess nighttime is pretty helpful. I’m not as likely to get caught.” A shrug, he’s not sure what to say.
“We were never Supposed to have Names, Real Names.” There’s a strange lilt in their voice, empathizing seemingly random words. “The night has eyes and ears and teeth, and your Teeth are Red indeed, stranger.”
The ghoul looks even more confused, it’s like this kid is speaking a different language. “What does that even mean?? Am I dead? Is this hell? Am I damned to eternal cryptic bullshit from some weird kid?” His questions are retorical, and his voice full of sarcasm. “You sure are a treat. I love listing to a weird kid talk about teeth.” More sarcasm, of course.
“Don’t be too harsh to Judge, flesheater.” They smile serenely, fishing out a pack of eyeballs from a pocket. “Treat? Human, these. Hell is far Aways from Here, unless you aren’t Here, that is. I am, though, so Hell is also in the Corners.” The child pops one in their mouth, kicking their feet.
The brunette is clearly surprised, seems to him like there's no point in hiding his 'cannibalistic' nature around anyone. A groan. "Gee. Another person who knows I'm a ghoul. How fun." His voice is resigned, clearly he's decided that this is just the way things are now. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't like eyes. They're too squishy. I can handle the meat because at least I can pretend I'm not eating a person." A shrug. "Though, picking the scraps off bodies makes the 'pretend it's not people' thing useless. That's a story for a different day, though. You're a weird kid, that's for sure." His comments aren't meant to be insulting, but he's awkward.
[gay confusion]
the most wild shit is the fact that I have no idea what muses @nnandmmofausandtrash has and I'm actually really confused but this dude pulls out a bag of eyeballs all "treat?" Like? That Is Wild
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.” The child swings their legs, humming. "Besides, they aren't really, not all of them."
The ghoul seems confused, eying the child. “Who are you?” He’s obviously unsure of what to think, one can tell simply from the look on his face.
“No one. Anyone. You can choose.” A beat, and something flits over that still face, almost mask-like. “The night serves all of us well, doesn’t it?” They hold out a hand, as if beckoning something to rest upon it.
“Well, uh, my name is Isaac. Do you have a name or are you gonna be all ‘I’m anyone’?” It’s clear that the ghoul is uncomfortable, eying the stranger with clear suspicion on his face. “I guess nighttime is pretty helpful. I’m not as likely to get caught.” A shrug, he’s not sure what to say.
“We were never Supposed to have Names, Real Names.” There’s a strange lilt in their voice, empathizing seemingly random words. “The night has eyes and ears and teeth, and your Teeth are Red indeed, stranger.”
The ghoul looks even more confused, it's like this kid is speaking a different language. "What does that even mean?? Am I dead? Is this hell? Am I damned to eternal cryptic bullshit from some weird kid?" His questions are retorical, and his voice full of sarcasm. "You sure are a treat. I love listing to a weird kid talk about teeth." More sarcasm, of course.
Me: *gets a reply*
my brain:
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.” The child swings their legs, humming. "Besides, they aren't really, not all of them."
The ghoul seems confused, eying the child. “Who are you?” He’s obviously unsure of what to think, one can tell simply from the look on his face.
“No one. Anyone. You can choose.” A beat, and something flits over that still face, almost mask-like. “The night serves all of us well, doesn’t it?” They hold out a hand, as if beckoning something to rest upon it.
"Well, uh, my name is Isaac. Do you have a name or are you gonna be all 'I'm anyone'?" It's clear that the ghoul is uncomfortable, eying the stranger with clear suspicion on his face. "I guess nighttime is pretty helpful. I'm not as likely to get caught." A shrug, he's not sure what to say.
"Hey.. how have you been?" - lil thing from horn-crownned
Mello rubs at his eye, grumbling a little to himself. “Not great,” he admits, huffing softly. He straightens up, forcing on a smile. “A little sick is all. Nothing to worry about.”
“I’m here, if you wanna talk..” Isaac trails off, it’s obvious he’s feeling really awkward. A sigh, and a shrug. “It’s not a big deal, I guess.” He’s not sure what to say.
Mello sighs, rubbing at one of his eyes. After a moment, he reaches out, pulling Isaac into his arms. He’s warm and small, perfectly fitting in Mello’s grasp. Mello buries his face in Isaac’s neck and almost whines.
Isaac seems surprised, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he wraps his arms around the blonde, sighing softly. “You’re really important to me, I want you to know I’m here for you. Even if you don’t wanna talk.” The brunette smiles, it’s obvious he’s being genuine. “Even if you think whatever’s going on is bad, you can trust me.”
Mello closes his eyes, holding Isaac tightly. “I’ve just. Been hung up on old things for a while. Need to figure out how to get better.” He nuzzles up against Isaac’s jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “I know. It means a lot, even if I act like a shithead half the time.”
"It's good that you're trying." The brunette murmurs, his voice is soft and comforting. Really, it's surprising that Isaac isn't making things awkward. He chuckles softly at the blonde's comment. "At least being a shithead half of the time is better than being a shithead all the time." The joking tone in his voice is clear, and he's all smiles.
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.” The child swings their legs, humming. "Besides, they aren't really, not all of them."
The ghoul seems confused, eying the child. “Who are you?” He’s obviously unsure of what to think, one can tell simply from the look on his face.
H O R R O R . P R O M P T S
“I just got back from the cemetery.”
“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
“I had a dream that I killed you.”
“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
“P-please… put the knife down.”
“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
“No, no, no – run!”
“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
“The dead are all around us…”
“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
“There’s something breathing under the bed…”
“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
“You’re bleeding…”
“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
“I want to be dead, too.”
“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
“You played with a Ouija board!?”
“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
"They just don’t believe like they used to…”
“I will haunt you until the end of time.”
"Hey.. how have you been?" - lil thing from horn-crownned
Mello rubs at his eye, grumbling a little to himself. “Not great,” he admits, huffing softly. He straightens up, forcing on a smile. “A little sick is all. Nothing to worry about.”
“I’m here, if you wanna talk..” Isaac trails off, it’s obvious he’s feeling really awkward. A sigh, and a shrug. “It’s not a big deal, I guess.” He’s not sure what to say.
Mello sighs, rubbing at one of his eyes. After a moment, he reaches out, pulling Isaac into his arms. He’s warm and small, perfectly fitting in Mello’s grasp. Mello buries his face in Isaac’s neck and almost whines.
Isaac seems surprised, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he wraps his arms around the blonde, sighing softly. "You're really important to me, I want you to know I'm here for you. Even if you don't wanna talk." The brunette smiles, it's obvious he's being genuine. "Even if you think whatever's going on is bad, you can trust me."
"Hey.. how have you been?" - lil thing from horn-crownned
Mello rubs at his eye, grumbling a little to himself. “Not great,” he admits, huffing softly. He straightens up, forcing on a smile. “A little sick is all. Nothing to worry about.”
"I'm here, if you wanna talk.." Isaac trails off, it's obvious he's feeling really awkward. A sigh, and a shrug. "It's not a big deal, I guess." He's not sure what to say.