This is my design.

23rd July 2023

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plague-of-insomnia:
“procastidraws224:
“Wow pretty lady 😶😅
Not mine. Credits for who made it ( its so pretty)
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procastidraws224:
Wow pretty lady 😶😅
Not mine. Credits for who made it ( its so pretty)
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23rd July 2023

Post reblogged from ApocalypticRomantic666 with 15 notes

plague-of-insomnia:
apocalypticromantic666:
Six Sentence Sunday: Undertaker x Ciel a/b/o
Originally posted by adventurelandia
“Follow me, please.” The footman says.
He leads me upstairs and towards the heart of that toe-curling scent.
“Thank you for coming.” Sebastian says. “I apologize for this impromptu invitation.”
“Really, it’s no trouble.” I wave it off, and set my bag down. “Tell me, what are his symptoms?”
Omegas are so rare nowadays that I’ve seen a but bare handful within the last two hundred years. A virus in the 17th century wiped out most, save for a few resistant bloodlines. I would not be entirely surprised if the demon has yet to be contracted to one, much less witness a first heat. And unlike humans, demons do not possess secondary sex characteristics. Nor can they mimic them beyond physical traits- leaving them blind to pheromones.
The demon hasn’t the faintest idea that he has invited an Alpha into the Omega’s nest.
“A fever, I believe. He is also behaving strangely- this morning he would not get out of bed and he refuses to allow me to change his clothes or bathe him. In fact, he does not seem to want me near him at all.”
Of course he doesn’t. The boy won’t let the demon touch him because he doesn’t smell right.
“Hm. Let’s have a closer look at our patient, then.”
Sebastian nods, but his shoulders tense.
Like a dog with a bone, he wants to bare his teeth at anyone who comes near his food.
“Hello, m’ Lord.” I sit on the side of the bed, making a show of conducting a thorough evaluation. “I was told you weren’t feeling well?”
Ciel stirs sleepily from his nest of tangled sheets.
Those doe eyes then alight, head tipping back as he scents me.
The boy scrambles towards me. Before I can react, he is straddling my lap, panting lewdly against my neck. “You… smell good.”
“Let me just have a look at you.” I try to remain professional as I rest the back of my hand against Ciel’s forehead. He is indeed burning up. His nightshirt is damp and translucent with sweat.
“Oh, my…” I murmur. “He certainly is feverish, isn’t he?”
Gods, he smells positively obscene.
“Yes. I feared he might be suffering from asthma complications, but as you can see-”
The demon’s words die in his throat as Ciel takes my hand and slides my thumb between those plush lips, into the molten wet of his mouth. He suckles like a lamb, grinding against my thigh, and-
I swallow, mouth suddenly dry.
Gone is the boy of elegant poise and decorum. Ciel is in the full swing of heat- and he is soaked with slick.
“Yes,” I breathe, flicking my gaze to the butler. Ciel fusses as I slowly draw my thumb from his mouth. “Yes, I see.”
“Is there any cure for this particular… condition?” Sebastian asks cooly, as though his hackles aren’t standing on end. I can smell blood- he’s quite literally biting his tongue.
“It is far too late for preventative measures, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s nothing serious, though.” I assure him. “The boy is an Omega, and in heat- the only way out is through it. You can lessen his suffering by easing his symptoms, though. If he will allow it.”
“An Omega? Are you certain?” He asks. “I thought they were nearly extinct.”
“They are.” I say. “You best keep a close eye on him. Every unmedicated Alpha within a five mile radius is going to be breaking your door down to get to him.”
“Alpha,” Ciel whimpers, knotting his little hands into my robe, vying for my attention. His eyes are heavy, glassy with lust.
“Here,” I remove my outer robe and wrap it around his shoulders. It swallows the boy entirely and he settles down a bit, rubbing his cheeks over the cloth. “Alpha pheromones will help calm him.”
“Mmh.” Ciel purrs.
Tempting little thing. I need to leave, and now. Before I lose the white-knuckled grip on my self-restraint.
Ciel whines as I gently lift him off of me.
“What would easing his symptoms entail?”
“Heat aids, such nesting materials and a knotted phallus. Or you can do the job yourself, if he’ll have you, heehee. ‘Tis not uncommon for nobility to employ someone for help through a heat or rut.”
I am curious if the demon will recoil from such a scandalous suggestion.
Sebastian raises a brow. “That would be… unbecoming of my station.”
Pffft. As if he possesses such morals. Bloody parasite honestly thinks he has me fooled. But I see the shadow of the beast behind his mask.
I pick up my hat, and rise from the bed.
“Then do what you can for him. He should recover in roughly a week-” There’s a tug on my cassock. I pause.
“Alpha,” Ciel whimpers. “Stay.”
The muscles in my legs lock against my will.
Omega pleads for. Needs.
Despite maintaining outward composure, Sebastian’s eyes smolder red with possession.
“My Lord, I don’t believe that would be appropriate in your cond-”
“Sebastian.” Ciel then glares at his butler. “Outside. Now.”
Oooooh is UT a physician in this AU???
Originally posted by gypsyastronaut
Not quite. 😅
Ciel sent for Undertaker because after he learned the circus doctor was untrustworthy in the worst way, he wanted the closest thing to a physician he could think of, but knew he would be safe with.

23rd July 2023

Post reblogged from artificial grape flavored with 57,104 notes

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ansixilus:
mostly-funnytwittertweets:
Allow me to elucidate, @a-sour-nectarine
When most people “roll their eyes”, they flick their eyes directly upward, usually as far as they comfortably go, then resume looking normally.
When someone who learned the phrase before the behavior does it, they usually go in a circular (ish) motion. Since most eye movements are lines, it’s usually pretty triangular: the key points are usually a diagonal up one way, then to the far other side, then to a diagonal low the first way. Thus, the eyes basically make a loop, so they “rolled”.
I’ve found that when people who learned the up-down way first try the circular motion, they might risk motion sickness, so experiment carefully.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN MOST PEOPLE JUST LOOK UP

Tagged: WHAT????*rolls eyes*oh I actually roll them

23rd July 2023

Post reblogged from hovering through waking dreams with 761 notes

plague-of-insomnia:

sugarcull:
remember when he died?
This is hilarious lol

23rd July 2023

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orc-apologist:
curiositykilledthehermit:
repair-bear:
bulletsgirl:
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bulletsgirl:
if tumblr ever starts forcing us to censor kill and die and murder and fuck and cunt and fag i’m deleting my account and starting an email chain with the mutuals
Wait I just thought about it and it might be cute to bring back wholesome church camp swear-swaps like frick,heck, jeez, mothertrucker. Sometimes the way ppl post we might need a lil. Swear jar,,
absolutely fucking not.
I still use “heck” depending on the context. “Heckin cute” just sounds more wholesome than “Fucking cute”. It’s all in the tone.
Also it’s sometimes so much funnier to use non swears.
I still think about that scene from Night In The Woods where (spoilers) Mae has a near death experience and a mascot shark in the darkness says “You’ve been Danged to Heck” and laugh about it.
You’re all missing the point luvs 💚 peace and love
“No guys don’t worry getting censored is like, soooooo fun we can have sleepover activities like making up words that are less impactful to not upset advertisers ” SHUT the fuck up please

22nd July 2023

Post reblogged from Johnathan Albert Günther with 14 notes

justanothersnakeblog:

HC: Undertaker drinks embalming fluid and puts ashes in his biscuits.

@apocalypticromantic666

22nd July 2023

Post reblogged from meathook marty and the pajama party with 138 notes

mecha-frankenstein:

Funeral Barbie diorama by Paolo Schmidlin. From his collection of vintage Barbies, part ofthe “Barbie Around the World” exhibit at the Barbara Frigerio in Italy