#nunny

[pinsetteneedles]

Nun Alastor has my heart, I love him 🖤❤️

I also tried messing with a few different pens on procreate!

[richwall101]

Nunny Castle - Somerset County - England

Nunney Castle is a medieval castle at Nunney in the English county of Somerset. Built in the late 14th century by Sir John Delamare on the profits of his involvement in the Hundred Years' War, the moated castle's architectural style, possibly influenced by the design of French castles, has provoked considerable academic debate. Remodelled during the late 16th century, Nunney Castle was damaged during the English Civil War and is now ruined.

English Heritage maintains the site as a tourist attraction. The architectural historian Nikolaus Pevsner has described Nunney as "aesthetically the most impressive castle in Somerset."

The castle is open to the public and is in the care of English Heritage

[munsonology]

O Holy Night

A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!Reader, blasphemy, knife kink, sodomy, religious kink

Summary: Eddie visits Nunny at the convent late at night and they discuss her new attire, and some new feelings.

With her habit hoisted around her waist, Nunny watched as her lover took the blade of his switchblade up her thigh. The sensation against her stockings made her thighs quiver.

Eddie took hold of her stockings at the crotch, he cut a hole inside and pulled the fabric apart.

“These are new,” Eddie observed.

Usually his little nun wore white, cotton briefs. Tonight she was wearing a pair of high cut white panties, scalloped lace around the edge. A delicate pink rose in the waistband.

“I thought…I don’t know,” you shied away from him, closing your legs.

Eddie grips your thigh open. “Tell me. What did you think?”

You lean forward, fingers playing with the chains around his neck.

“I thought—I thought you’d like it..if I was more—I don’t know, more modern, more sexy like the girls at the bar.”

“The girls at the bar…” Eddie hums.

“So I bought all this stuff. Panties—garters—”

“Jesus Christ Nunny, you just jump into the deep end, huh?”

It’s silent between them for a moment. Eddie pushes back Nunny’s veil to reveal her hair. He can’t help but imagine what a white one would look like on her instead.

“I don’t want the girls at the bar, my little nun. The only girl I want in my bar is you.”

With a warm hold on your face, he kisses you deeply. You welcome him, your legs bringing him closer. You moan at the feel of the knife handle against your mound. It pushes past your panties and slowly creeps into your cunt.

“What would He say about your getting fucked like this? Hmm?”

You whimper as the handle kisses your g-spot. “He’d ask if I could turn cum into wine.”

The vulgarity stuns Eddie for a hot second. He laughs, bringing you along with him in a fit of giggles.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Eddie’s breathing slows. “I love you too.” He pockets his knife and rises from the bed.

Staring at the bland wall of Nunny’s convent room, he takes the crucifix down from its post.

Using his powers, he transforms the bottom piece of the cross into a smooth, rounded head. A curve at the end.

“If you want we could test it out…see if your cum is as magnificent as that little book you tote around says.”

Nunny bites her lip with anticipation. Eddie stands over her and takes hold of her neck. His thumb rubs against her throat. “What’s your safe word?”

“Bethlehem.”

Eddie pushes her back on the bed. Crawling over her, Eddie rips the rest of the habit and underclothes off her body with his sharp claws. She mews seeing the horns on his head grow from the curls.

With her legs wide, Eddie slides the crucifix inside her sopping cunt. He fucks her with it, not holding back how deep he’s inside. “Fuck,” Nunny pleads.

She could fill a pool she’s so wet. Her sheets will be soaked. That’s how it always is with him. She grabs the crucifix and with him, guides it further, her cunt squeezing the wood.

“Say a prayer for me, my little nun,” his voice is deep.

“Hail Satan.”

[sometipsygnostalgic]

The incredibly witty @nny11writes​ commissioned me to draw this scene based on their fic, “What’s in a (legal) name?” 

You are formally invited to the wedding of:

Glimmer Moon and Elizabeth* Catra D’riluth

Please let us know if you can attend, and if you will be bringing a guest. Vegetarian and vegan options are available.

RSVP

Yes I will Attend __

I will be unable to Attend __

I will bring __ guest(s)

*Yes, that is her first name. Do not use it unless you want to be shot with a nerf gun during the ceremony. We have modified the darts to include glitter. ❤

I was meant to draw one thing but then I took it too far and drew five things and I worked myself up into a month-long procrastination on whether I was going to add an additional closeup of WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY ASKED FOR (security guard entrapta) as a sixth panel, ruining the pacing in the process. Pacing is important!!! Anyway apparenty I overthink into a stupor where commissions are involved, but this time I was paid back very fucking generously, so it worked out in the end. 

The comic is based on some chaos Nunny and their friend suggested. In my head, Glimmer and Catra swapped each other’s nerf guns as their wedding gift. 

Kyle didn’t read the invitation. He never stood a chance. Rest in peace 😔

[eucanthos]

Vivian Maier   (US, 1926 - 2009)

Self-Portrait, 1955

Short bio of wonder [edited]

American of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction, intensely guarded and private, decidedly unmaterialistic (money-wise), Vivian would amass found items, art books, newspaper clippings, home films and thankfully her negatives. She recorded the 2nd 1\2 of the 20th c. Urban America, creating masterpieces of Street Photography.

Maier would leave behind over 100,000 negatives and a series of homemade documentary films and audio recordings.

Having picked up photography in Europe 2 years earlier, came back to New York City in 1951, where she would comb the streets. In 1956 Vivian left for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life working as a Nanny and “quietly” taking pictures.

Her first camera was a modest Kodak Brownie (one shutter speed, no aperture and focus control) soon to be replaced in 1952 by her first (of many) Rolleiflex. She later also used a Leica IIIc, an Ihagee Exakta, a Zeiss Contarex and various other SLR cameras.

Maier’s massive body of work would come to light when in 2007 at a local thrift auction house on Chicago’s Northwest Side. John Maloof discovered, championed and archived her work. Now, with roughly 90% of her work reconstructed and cataloged, it's available to the public.

https://www.vivianmaier.com/gallery/self-portraits/#slide-13

https://www.vivianmaier.com/about-vivian-maier/

[flowerchanger]

Nunny has a friend. She calls her the ‘Pretty Pink Lady’.

(When she gets older she’ll figure out her actual name)

They like to talk to each other a lot.

Okay. Yeah.

I think I’m gonna give this character (Nunny) a break.

Cheri belongs to @softmushroombaby

...bye.

[munsonology]

Was looking at nun pics on Pinterest and fell back into my Peter bs as if I ever left lol

Imagining Eddie falls into being a rockstar to cover up that he’s actually a demon who is the next heir to reign over the underworld 🧎🏽‍♀️nunny tried to get him to button his shirt for his Barbara Walter’s interview but she gave up

“Honey? You’re being interviewed by the Barbara Walters. Can you at least button up if you don’t wear a tie?”

Eddie shakes his head with a deep laugh, “the only tie I want is your hands around my neck when I rail you later tonight.”

“…maybe one more undone button won’t hurt anyone.”

[munsonology]

Off White

A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!Reader, Eddie calls Nunny a c*nt (lovingly), marriage, virginity.

Summary: Nunny is perplexed by bridal details

Inspo for Nunny on her wedding day! She wouldn’t wear a conventional or modern dress by any means, but it would have to be white. Pure white. That’s not up for negotiation.

In bed, Eddie watches Nunny flip through various bridal magazines on the hunt for the perfect dress.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late for white?” Eddie asks.

Your marker pauses at the top of the circle. “Why would it be too late?”

Eddie leans in closer to her chest. He kisses the top of her breast spilling over her lacy camisole. “…well…you’re not exactly—”

“I thought it’d be kind of hot. Seeing me in white, walking down the aisle to you. Knowing you’ve filled me to the brim, all while our guests are clueless to the filth you conjure between my thighs.”

Eddie narrows his dark eyes at his lover. The little smirk on your lips teases all the secrets between two eternal spirits.

“You little cunt,” Eddie barks. You slide over and straddle his waist. His hands find your waist, rubbing up and down, playing with your slinky satin sleep shorts.

“Yeah but I’m your little cunt.”

You feel how hard he is through this boxers. He fits perfect in the loose fabric of your pajamas.

Eddie’s hand finds it’s way up your shorts. He pats your cunt, fingers threading through the hair. “Fuck, I love when you keep her full…” he mumbles. “Get comfortable, baby. Take what you need.”

You lean over him and give him a deep kiss. His tongue curls around yours like a viper in a woven basket. His hands cup your cheeks. Yours come up to intertwine with his, playing with his rings.

You break the kiss and with a breath reach for a new bridal magazine. Eddie groans when you slap the magazine on his chest. “Now! Help me find some floral arrangements.”

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