1908....

Part 2 of what the heck grandpa

And the last orb a elegant violet that just as bright as the fifth shines but not exactly. This orb shines to what seems to be with power. In a state of aw you pick one of them up. What a beautiful orb... OH NO I DROP THE GOD DAMN ORB. While replaying the shattering of the orb in your mind ,you fail to notice a pair of feet in front of you . “Ahem.” Now that caught your attention. You looked up and saw a demon ?

The thing I'm most uncomfortable with this going forward is, like, "the Queen of England" is such a major phrase that I don't think I'll be able to let go.

And like this isn't just me -- large parts of modern culture, songs, phrases, etc. are based on the understanding that the monarch of England is Queen. (What are the Sex Pistols gonna say, now? "His fascist... raging?") And with a relatively minor (and rather negative experience, at that) interruption in the middle, this has been the case for the past almost 200 years. This isn't something we can just CHANGE. I get that she was old and going to die, and if the monarchy was going to continue at all obviously they'd need to find some successor. But everything from that past few centuries makes "King whatever" absolutely incompatible with it.

So, like, obviously that's not an acceptable situation. Which leaves a clear solution

The Queen is Dead; Force-Fem the King

reblog if you:

- flinch away when someone touches you.

- panic when you accidentally break an object.

- get scared when someone walks behind you.

- feel your heart rate increase at every sudden noise.

- are easily panicked by slightly-louder-than-normal sounds.

- stare apprehensively at your bedroom doorway for hours at night.

- have trouble making eye contact with people.

- always feel either too mature or too immature for your age.

- simultaneously crave and be terrified of physical contact.

because i do all of these

Diavolo is kind of a shit ruler if actually you think of it from the demon populations perspective, just imagine

This fucking guy (who is essentially a millennial in demon years) comes around and starts spreading pro angel, pro human propaganda and forcing grown ass adults to go to school?

I'd be the first to try and organize a hostile takeover and get my ass ran by Lucifer and Barbatos

Also the devildom is like, so fucking dystopian and fucked up, like RAD is literally used to control the residents of hell in the most direct way possible, forcing them to wake up and attend "classes" and get punished if they take part in typical demon behavior? All in the name of their shitty rulers SON? Like wtf he's not even the king why can he do this

I'd be so mad if I was older than Diavolo and got the news that I was being forced to go to some cheap human school replica

I'd try to kill him honestly

"RAD student body" what a fucking joke those are tax payers, Diavolo

Valentine’s Day Plans

0800-ARE-YOU-WADDLIN

#Merry crisis

I had this GREAT idea doing the cleaning in my house. How would the incubros react to their S / O doing the chores on a hot day? It can be fluff / smutty, whatever you want. Bye-bye

Wink and finger guns Gotcha (I couldn’t think anything for Matthew, I feel like a terrible person)

James

He was entering the library whe he see you on your tiptoes, trying to reach the highest shelf

pretty cute and…hot

veeery hot

it’s a summer day so, say hello to the shorter and tight clothing

and heello that big ass James is devouring with his eyes

difficult to control his bulge

but, it’s a pretty nice view

“James, can you help me? I can’t reach that fucking shelf to clean it”

no need to tell him twice

“Of course love”

welcome to sassy and kinky James town, population your ass

he positioned behind you and with a slight movement, he kills two birds with one stone

clean the shelf at the same time he passes his covered cock between your butt cheeks

if it was hot before, now it was the same hell, with his king imprisoning you between his chest and the bookcase

He smirk when he’s done and grab a book from the same stand

before he leaves, he smak your ass with the book and give you a hot, tongue-ish, messy kiss

he leaves you hot red and with weak legs

Erik

maybe running away after hearing a blow and a scream when you’re doing the cleaning, is not the best option

less when what you are cleaning are the strings of the piano

Erik almost cut a finger

Everything is ok, but demon powers activated tho

super worried

he runs like a flash to get to the origin of the scream

“Princess/Prince, are you alright?”

got speechless the instant he see you, lying on the floor of the living room

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just…tripped over the water bucket”

the clothes you wear begin to transpire;a bad or good day to use white, it depends on you

in a moment you felt cold because of the water scattered all over your body, and in the next you feel like the temperature rises quickly

you raise your head and you don’t find anything else than your flirty incubus in the middle of a enthralled

“My my, you’re such a mess”

you try to say something, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a loud moan

“Let me help you with that”

Erik attacks your neck, leaving a path of kisses and bites to your lips

before you know it, his tendrils are going up your arms and position them behind your back

you’re so fucked

Sam

he almost choked on his own saliva when he saw you

Sam was leaving the living room to start cleaning the stairs when he sees a bulge sticking out from under the table

he has to look twice to know that it was you

half body tucked under the table, high ass and short that barely covers half of the skin of that area

“doofus…wh-what are you doing?”

his eyes don’t leave you ass and to be honest, he doesn’t feel like removing them for a while

“Cleaning, what did you expect?”

he may have found a hint of mischief in your voice, but he doesn’t pay attention

instead,he kneels and stands behind you

he runs a hand over your bare legs, giving you shivers down your spine

“Sa-Sam-” he spank you before you can finish

and again, and again, and again

you can feel the area of your ass hot red, with a need for ice

his lips replace his hands, leaving open kisses for your legs and butt cheeks

when he kiss the sensitive area, your moans came out of control from your mouth

and before you knew it, you were a moan mess, asking for more of his kisses … but somewhere else

“Aomaris!” his real name comes out of your mouth when he bites very close to your intimate area

With a voracious movement, he takes off your shorts, running his fingers up and down

“You are forbidden to stop what you were doing until I am done with you, got it?“

Damien

Hear me out, this precious cinnamon roll has the most pure thoughts of the entire universe

and with pure I mean that whatever you do, it will look beautiful in Damien’s eyes. I. e:

making dinner. He loves to accommodated behind you, his arms around your waist and watching your hands do magic

sleeping. Your matted hair, your slightly parted lips and your faint sounds while you dream

and also, like today, cleaning the kitchen

your hair lifted in a bun, leaving your neck uncovered, tank top and shorts, exposing large amount of skin in consecuense of the hot day

Damien hugs you from behind, tenderly as he watches as you clean the dishes

He attac your neck with sweet, open kisses, receiving a little hum from you in return

“Damien…I washing the dishes” with each kiss, it is impossible to maintain concentration, and your head just concentrates on keeping the moans as low as possible

“I know…and I know you’re keeping your moans low. Please, don´t do that, I want to hear you”

see!! a pure, beatiful thing who nobody truly deserves in this world

you don’t know if it’s because of his kisses or his words, but your moans begin to increase,supporting your hands on the side of the countertop, trying to keep standing before the movements of your incubus

his kisses turned into bites and his hands went up to your chest

“I want to hear more of your beatiful voice”

a hand travels slowly towards your hot core and giving a kiss on the lobe of your ear he says:

“Can I continue generating those sweet sounds?”

you can´t say no to him

Reblog if you would love someone with

Depression

Anxiety

Suicidal thoughts

Scars

Self hate

Body mobifications (piercings, tattoos, etc)

Eating disorder

PTSD

OCD

Or anything else that society sees as “bad” or “unworthy of love” because everybody matters and needs love

Found this screenshot and it feels important to show