This Would Give Me A Heart Attack Jesus Fucking Christ I Love It

Max Béphmato

Highly dangerous and kniving individual who has rejected his humanity

If by any chance you cross it you may perhaps live to tell the tale, but if you peak his salivary interest, pick any god and start praying. It will at least reassure you before your fate.

To the unlucky individual who he refers as his darling, know that I am praying for your wellbeing.

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Max is @hotpinkmoon ‘s BLD character

Ok so I drew Max and started writing cuz why not lol im already cringe

Im not even that big of a Max fan tbh but I kinda felt bad that he is not really getting as much love imo

He certainly has cool characteristics but he honestly just scares me

Thats besides the point though

His design is super cute and I really like imagining him in very high fashion outfits

I used a fem model for the pose dont tell him that oops

The demon Max well lets say that I had no clue how he looked like from the waist down..

I also took several artistic liberties such as the snake hair, the eyes, the snake pubes , the body shape and the colours.

I know Max is on the chubbier side but I just imagine that in demon form he either moves the mass to gain height or snake hair

WARNING the tags are downright horrendously horny

Jesus christ I maxed tags,

Idk what came over me wth

its Max, he made me do it

Imma become a dilf hunter

What would the guys look like if they were older? I have a hard time envisioning whether or not James would keep his hairstyle the same or go through any drastic changes within the next 10-15 years lol

I think James will cut his hair and keep it short after a couple of years and then eventually stop dying his hair red after the age of 35.

Seth has the most white hair compared to the rest of the guys and Max and Xavier is the least. (Max is cheating because he keeps dying his hair the same ginger color to keep his appearance young.)

I'm absolutely on the eimiko ship, they are so cute together!

Overblot Jamil

(drabble under photo)

If Yandere Jamil were to overblot, I 100% envision him trapping his darling. He would both treat them as royalty and as a slave. Being made to wear the softest of silks and finest jewellery to then serve the new sultan and a mere concubine.

Imagine

You go pick some grapes for Jamil from the bowl that was once made to feed everyone. Your hands tremble a bit at the thought of returning to the once main hall of the neighbouring dorm. Where was Grim to help you out of this one? The now overblotted Jamil laid comfortably spread out on a mountain of soft pillows. His eyes closed and expression calm as he is had finally taken his resting place by force.

You turn back and head to the Sultan's location. The chains around your wrists and chest jiggle as you move. You had been "bestowed the finest of robes by the oh so mighty and powerful yet kindJamil". You roll your eyes at the irony of the portrayal of your new kidnapper. The clothes matched his in an uncanny fashion. Same reds and same chains around the chest piece in the way that made the wearer uncomfortable. Your ankles and wrists had heavy bracelets with tiny bells that resemble what parents often put on their kinds to locate them. Your outfit was not suited fot the cold night in the scarabian dorm and the your crown felt more like a mockery than a symbol of power. Nonetheless the cherry on the cake was of course the golden collar around your neck. It had snakes carved in it and red accents in a way that screams "Jamil's property" without actually putting his name.

Utterly humiliating.

You kneel in front of him and bow your head down, not daring to look at his eyes. You sat a few feet away from him, not really into someone entering your personal space afterall. Personal space that would soon be breached as one of his snakes coiled around your arm. It slid smoothly and soon enough you were yanked rather painfully towards the man himself.

"Sit closer. How would you feed me properly from over there?

Without opening his eyes he chuckled softly, as if you were a mere silly little lamb. You try to stutter a small response but stop talking after the reptile around your arm rests its head on your shoulder. You took the message rather quickly; dont waste my time. Extending your arm toward his mouth, you hang the grape cluster above him. His now sharp teeth pluck a grape and begins to chew it. After an excruciatingly extensive and repetitive course of action, the grapes are now gone and you are left anxious at his future commands.

The worst is expected. Anything from humiliating to painful. It was already pretty embarrassing to wear that outfit but the now unpredictable Jamil was something to fear. You twiddle your fingers. The snakes make soft hissing noise that only adds to your anxiousness. Maybe grabbing more fruit will make them satisfied? You slowly got up from your sitting position, careful not to annoy him, only to be pulled once again downwards. You land rather ungracefully on top of the Sultan. You face explodes pink in embarrassment. Your wrists have been tied by snakes wrapping themselves around them. As the black reptiles squeeze, Jamil opens one of his eyes to look at you are smirks.

"Now where do you think you are going? I want to hear your pretty voice" he coos.

"Now tell me what I want to hear princess~"

(Wow this is my first time writing and it shows goddamn it. I just had this scenario while drawing it)

I wanna keep drawing fanart of either existing charcaters or OCs with pokemon. Pls do send recommendations

I loved doing redacted too much

Gods and Monsters

James x reader

Warning: religious stuff (its more pagan than anything else), mentions of sexual assault, blood sacrifice, and cutting

xx Your kingdom had been in a pointless war with their northern brethren over some silly royal bullshit for years now. One is which you had lost everyone in your immediate family but your mother. After so many years of seeing nothing but bloodshed and having to mend the endless number of soldiers who cried for aid on your doorstep. Enough had been enough.

xx You began to research about the Gods of old. Stifiling through the old tomes within your home, whose pages had long since yellowed. Though no man in your kingdom had prayed to these gods for centauries. You knew these gods had no quarrel with entertaining mortal's prayers. They were ones' who were willing to take sacrifices to end any problem that was presented before them.

xx There were many tales of four Gods that soon surfaced in your findings. One whose vanity brought all in the kingdom to their knees. Another who could predict and send waves of death just from their fingertips. The third whose own presence cultivated sickness, each footstep rendering all around in bounds of pestilence. And the fourth. The fourth whose name was hailed as a god of war. Who once called upon could destroy nations. This one was who you decided to pray to.

xx Day after day, every morning and night you had prayed to this god. Offering goblets of your own blood to quench his dry throat. Begging that whatever you have would be his. Yet as the weeks passed, you received no reply, and each week the battles of war had waged closer and closer to your home. You refused to give up. Even when the long toiling from the days of tending to soldiers' wounds had rendered you sleepless. Even when the blood sacrifice had left you sluggish, sick, with scars littering your thighs. You knew that this god of old would hear you. He had to.

xx Time passed into months before the war had finally made it to your door step. The sounds of gurgling screams and metal slicing into skin echoing through the air. Soldiers within your home, scrambled from off their sick beds to seek shelter. To seek safety. They never made it far. You and your mother were captured. Now prisoners of war. Dragged to the enemy's general who deemed your knowledge of healing could be used to satisfy his own army.

xx There were days you both attended to the sick, but then there were days your mother had warmed soldiers' bed in order to preserve your own purity. In those nights, you prayed harder to your god of war. Tears falling as you heard the sounds of your mother forcefully satisfying the cruel soldiers in the camp. It never enough. Soon the appetite for one to satisfy all had grown tedious. Boring. Old. You were now in their sights. When they had dragged you from the medical tent, you screamed, cried, and fought only to be struck in the chest or stomach. It was all a sick joke as many of the soldiers laughed, chanting, taunting, and even pinning your crying mother to the earth, forcing her to watch what was about to befall.

xx One solider in particular had claimed you for first lay. His legs straddling over your lap, his hands ripping your clothes down to undergarments. A cruel bolstering laugh leaving his lips as he saw the scars on your thighs. "I hear you every night little mouse", he leaned forward, his all too warm hands pinning your trembling wrists above your head. "Your gods have abandoned you long ago. I am your god now".

xx Prayers fell from your lips as the loud jeers from the soldiers circled your form. Your eyes pinched in horror while you felt you oppressor pull your legs apart positioning himself to finally take you. There was no going back, your gods had long deafened themselves to your pleas.

xx "Please. Save me" a final whispered cry. Then

S I L E N C E

No sounds. The soldiers had seemingly disappeared. All that now surrounded you was blackness that rivaled even the night sky. Every whimper and cry you produced was swallowed by the darkening void, as if something was trying hard to muffle the noise. Had you ascended yourself to a plane of non existence as to rid yourself of what was happening to you? Or had you truly died during the brutal act? You sobbed harder.

Xx “Enough, my little lamb”, a soft touch to your cheek. You flinched against the hold, tears burning hotter as they flowed down your cheeks. A sigh. This voice…did not belong to the solider who was forcing to bed you. No. This voice vibrated the very scene around you, dark and grained like the the burning of a wheat field in the dead of night. You choked a sob, but the voice demanded silence. “No one will hurt you again little lamb”. Though you had refused to open your eyes; you could almost see the warmth that had wrapped around you, cradled your head, and spread through you body like fire. The feelings was almost sickeningly nauseating, like death had just brushed by. Yet, your exhausted form had welcomed it. Your arms circling around the warmth’s neck, face resting against its shoulder. “Please”, another plea, this one answered by a soft kiss to your forehead before a deep chuckle echoed into the void. “Only for you”.

GRAAAAAAWRRRR. Another one that I started a month ago and can’t finish but want to D:. Where has my inspo gooooooooooone. Anywaaaay this was suppose to be a gods/demon fic about James, Max, Xavier, and Seth. They were suppose to be said beings that reader prayed to for whatever reason selfish or not…may come back to this later as I have a constant hardon for all things supernatural. Sigh….obviously not hard enuff for this one but that maybe the burnout talking.

I do not own James, Max, Seth, Xavier, or the VN Bloodlust Devotion. They are @hotpinkmoon s babies

I have the right to refuse the request and anyone who disrespects me will get blocked.

Pretty straightforward post! The time of the request may vary with the amount of time it needs and that I have^^'

This is a temporary thing to practice my drawing skills and perhaps get out of my comfort zone.

Examples outside of my tumblr page

Digital:

Traditional:

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

A little late (as always <3) but I finished my art piece for the month of May! <3 April showers bring May flowers, right?  I hate drawing flowers…. This was a struggle… I don’t think I even did that well, BUT I did complete it.  So I’m happy about that.  <3  I don’t know how rain works either, but again, I finished it.  Even if it’s not finished, I am finished.  Hehe.  :3c  But overall I think I like it!  <3  Another month down in my New Year’s Resolution. :D 

@thought-bubble-doodly-doo 's clownsona

(aka @yandere-darling-yandere )

I finished an exam and wanted to draw something

And as I didnt give much love to her OCs I kinda felt like doing it

Srry for the change of clothes, pretend its a summer outfit

Also srry for the hair. I only had bic pens and highlighters😭😭