Jan 12
his sprite is so gewddd i had to draw it in some way
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his sprite is so gewddd i had to draw it in some way
I love doing ts 😁
Don't Eat the Cashier ❤︎ My fav Screenshots so far lol
--Finallyyyy decided to play thru it!! Charming + super fun Vn to jump right back into playing.
David 100% won my Heart overrrrr haha and i cant decided if im charmed by Deiran yet or not (sry Victor)
QUICK DAVID RIVERA SKETCH
posted this in the dont eat the cashier dc server earlier today but gonna repost here cuz i like how it turned out
ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
You and your lover, and a whole night to dance away.
Inspired by a wonderful art exibition on Jack Vettriano.
NOTE: I could not decide the characters and the fandom for this, so I tried something different and did a multifandom thing (with different vibes, probably). Find your favorite and enjoy!
DIVUS CREWEL
"I'm sure the painting won't go anywhere, Y/N."
More than an hour passed, judging by how the sky is silky black and the city lights pour into the room, and only now you realize you are not alone anymore - or better saying: you and the painting are not alone anymore. No more dances in your head, wonders of romantic bridges under the moonlight or dance halls where to move and fly in the most beautiful clothes ever seen. No more sighing of awe.
Then you turn your head, not without slight annoyance for the interruption of your tetè a tetè with the artwork and the dreams it weaved; but the elegant silhouette of Divus, languidly sit on the armchair on the opposite side of the room, makes all your words vanish. His pointer turns in your direction without any haste, and his elongated, narrowed eyes don't lose track of your actions. He has the same look he uses for his pupils, softened by the affection he feels for you. "... Did you suddenly remember how to breathe, my dear?"
You grin at his words, then feign impatience while returning to admire the painting. "... I was having a great moment with this masterpiece, you know. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for having brought it here."
"I knew it'd be my ruin..." Crewel comments in a whisper, before sighing and adjusting his already perfect hair. "A damnation for my personal, sweet damnation..."
You grin, still not looking at him. The painted figures of two dancers, caught under a single light but with the faces and half of their bodies protected by each other's embrace and the warm red color that fades into purple and black, seem to move before your eyes under the spell of a music only they can hear; even more when Divus leaves the armchair and comes by your side, and his scent grazes your skin.
"Maybe putting on the best jazz you have and dancing with me will help your situation... this would be a nice way to make up for what you did - of course, all night long."
Maybe it's the entire atmosphere you contributed to fill the room with, or maybe your words are made of pure velvet and lace you and him in a promise of seduction and whispers; but for once, Divus doesn't have anything sarcastic to say, and a wave of jazz noir starts filling the room with strings of lights and shadows.
Far away the young minds he is shaping, the troubles and fights at school, far away the world; one of his hands is more than ready to meet your back, as much as yours to find his shoulder, while the others become ones, fingers intertwined and eyes locked together. The piano and sax's slow and warm notes lead you in the sea of dance, and nothing else matters in the night that walks away on cat's steps.
DAVID RIVERA
Warnings: slight mention of death, vampirism, sucking, blood
"... So this is why you want to learn how to play sax, eh?"
You are not looking at David at the moment, but can easily see his expression by the amusement in his voice; and when you turn, following the rhythm of the jazz music - and of the dance you are performing -, you can confirm that yes, your vampire boyfriend is actually staring at you with his arms crossed on the chest and a huge grin in the face, so genuine he even reaches his pale eyes.
This is another moment of the uncommon story you are living with David: a stream of unusual days and memorable conversations about everything, a lot of revelations and memories to create together... and the fact he didn't turn you into a vampire.
Not yet.
Maybe not until now.
It was his choice to put on one of your jazz disks: he found it while buzzling around your things and observing you going through your duties in your house, and for once, after having read the label, he kept himself silent, letting the music talk. A gold choice, since it seems David is having a greater time than you by just observing you bumping against the furniture at every step and moving in your own way - even if in public you would gain more than a puzzled glance.
But what about taking a step further?
David rolls his eyes and huffs when you stop and reach out your hand for him, in a silent and implied request to join you; the vampire makes another face when you chuckle, but doesn't look at your until your tongue calls his name in the sweetest tone, keeping every letter on your lips and savoring them before letting them free. You have his attention immediately, but still some more work to do to make him give up.
"I swear, this time I will bite you and suck every single drop of your crazy blood" he eventually mutters while you teach him to adjust his feet and where to put his hands on you, "hoping it will worth this torture, or I will chase you everywhere."
"I'll spare the comments on how deadly funny you are" you reply, taking his hand into yours and trying to not shiver at the coldness biting your palm, "and instead... may I have this dance?"
"Yes, I'll definitely bite you. Count your last moments, pretty face, see you on the side of the undead ones."
It sounds somehow... peaceful on his tongue. As if it were a reward, a land waiting for you from a long time. Something that ceased to scare you.
For now, you still enjoy the warmth and softness of your body pressed against the icy, stone-strong one of David; the intimacy of your chin slightly raised so you can feel your throat brushing against his collarbones, and the slow, sweet rhythm of the song that makes both of you rolling as if a calm sea were embracing you.
A soft, almost unaudible moan escapes you when his lips touch your exposed neck, but not a single bite follows: maybe it's only the start of the show, maybe David is already sucking your mortal life away, but you are not feeling anything else than the pleasure of his mouth on your skin; and this is fine like this.
You would not run away from there... not now, not ever.
HANK MCCOY
Clear night sky bejeweled by pearls of stars, lingering scent of the last rain, and jazz music flowing from every corner.
The memories of the art exhibition seen some hours before, a peaceful walk under a crescent moon, and a sweet tune rolling around your mind and tongue, following you even inside the walls of your home...
A home where a soft light comes from under the door of your bedroom, and paints every step of the stairs in a soft glow that smells of comfort, cuddles and tenderness.
It's no time to sleep now: the night can only continue, since he's here.
You take your sweet time taking every step higher and higher, you don't want to rush anything - even if you cannot wait - and taste the expectation, the moment before opening the door and welcoming the happiness; but the right instant you clearly hear the music coming to graze your clothes, you forget every restraint and run into the bedroom with little to none elegance.
You cannot tell who laughs first: if you, or the huge, blue, gentle looking man who sits on the edge of your bed and has still one of your books in his lap; for sure, you are the one who doesn't waste any second in throwing yourself into his open arms, and he takes even less in hugging you and sinking one of his hands in your hair, stroking it with that love and care you know so well.
"Look who's there! And I thought the best thing happened to me today was that art exhibition... guess you never cease to surprise me, Professor Henry McCoy! And please, don't stop..."
Hank chuckles again, showing his fangs, and softly strokes your cheeks with a clawed finger. "What can I say, my flower? To always surprise and please you is another one of my gifts" is the reply you have, then he taps your nose and holds you even tighter against his chest, savoring the simple, deep pleasure of having you in his arms and seeing your smile, no futile words needed.
The music changes in that exact moment, the unmistakable tone of a sax filling the room and locking your gazes in what reveals itself to be your favorite song.
"... Is my beloved one ready to follow me in a dance, or do I have to repeat the song again and again till he finds the energy to bear with me?"
"And who says you will not be the one asking for a break after the first steps? Due to my experiments and deduction, I can say with enough confidence I have enough energy for both of us, even now."
You immediately put the hands on his pectorals and push yourself away just a bit, to look at him with feigned skepticism and a half grin. "Hmmm... if you tell so... but I think I need some proof from my favorite genius. Who knows, even he could make mistakes, somehow..."
Hank adjusts the glasses on his nose and grins back at you, following you in your play and grabbing you by the waist to put you standing on the bed. When he does the same and you throw your arms around his neck and let his strong arms lift you till you are at the same face level, you abandon yourselves to the rhythm, the smooth, silken notes running down your skin in gloved shivers, mouths not able to stay far away for long and not ashamed to give in their desire on each other's flesh.
The spell is cast on both, no hope to step back and save yourselves; and there is no will to.
Only a sweet, sweet night to live; sunrise can wait.
Possibly, forever.
Thank you @xreaderdumpster for the hc of Hank loving jazz!
I love David, he is a parasite in my brain feeding on my thoughts<3
(Also on TikTok)
this thingy has another chapter
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
whatever man, i just wanted to kiss david again so we're out here kissing him. snippet:
"well, that's the easiest i've ever got a guy to get naked." you chuckled from the doorway, leaning against the chipped and repainted wood as david stood in the middle of your bathroom only in his underwear. he was not as amused as you were, having been through a day and then some, covered in blood, sweat, someone else's bodily fluids, and god forbid he wonder what else. and on top of that, getting splashed by a car speeding through a puddle while he had been busy being doubled over against the brick wall around the corner from your gas station shop. and then, like the angel of the gas station as you so ridiculously pointed out at the time, you had been kind enough to offer him to drop by and wash his clothes at your place. really, that was a reckless offer on your end, but somehow, through more luck than brains, it paid off, because now when he's standing there completely nude while his clothes are in the washing machine, he grins every time you whistle at him, ogle, and take in every single glorious inch of his body. and yet, between all the sultry gazes and the suggestive comments from both ends, there's a quiet tenderness in those moments, when he'd rather observe the drum spin like an overgrown cat amazed by the movement, and you'd rather keep him company than do anything else.
♡ dividers by @/saradika-graphics @/cursed-carmine
The seven-week trial offered a rare glimpse into Miami's role as a crossroads for foreign influence campaigns aimed at shaping U.S. policy t
A crony of L'il Marco Rubio has been convicted of being a secret lobbyist for the Maduro régime in Venezuela.
A former Miami congressman and longtime friend of U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio was convicted Friday in connection with a secret $50 million lobbying campaign on behalf of Venezuela during the first Trump administration. Jurors found Republican David Rivera and an associate, Esther Nuhfer, guilty on all counts, including failing to register as a foreign agent with the Justice Department and conspiracy to commit money laundering as part of their work for former President Nicolás Maduro’s government. Much as he did throughout the trial, Rivera stood stone-faced as the jury delivered its verdict. Rivera had been out on bond, but Judge Melissa Damian ordered him taken into custody, finding that he posed a flight risk because he has access to sizable funds, faces a potentially long prison sentence, and faces additional federal charges in Washington, D.C., in a related foreign lobbying case.
Given his connections, David Rivera is likely to ask Trump for a pardon. At the very least, Rivera could end up serving time in a luxury prison like Epstein accomplice Ghislaine Maxwell.
This was not Rivera's first brush with the law.
Before being elected to Congress in 2010, Rivera was a high-ranking Florida legislator. During that time, he shared a Tallahassee home with Rubio, who eventually became the Florida House speaker. Rivera has previously faced controversy, including allegations that he secretly funded a Democratic spoiler candidate in a 2012 congressional race. Last year, federal prosecutors dropped the case after an appeals court threw out a sizable fine imposed by a lower court. Rivera was also investigated — but never charged — for alleged campaign finance violations and a $1 million contract with a gambling company while serving in the Florida legislature.
