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[dyspunktional-leviathan]

@writers-get-biters @nightmericana

breathing organism

[orb-the-watchman]

Imagine if everything was actually normal in SWTD but Caz was just like tripping balls because he ate some weird sea thing on accident, and all the infected crew members are just the normal crew members trying to wrangle him but they can't cause he keeps running and hiding from them

Finlay and Brodie are just like trying to trip-sit him but it keeps going wrong

“Everything is alright, Caz!! Stop messing with the Pontoons!! Just come back up through leg B and meet me up here!”

“Alright, get to the flare...got it...”

“NO CAZ DO NOT GO TO THE FLARE"

[nachomori-3]

V1 to bless my new tablet

[horizon-penblade]

too many songs about romance not enough songs about needing to vaporize your friends' bad parents

[gottastim]

shopfleeky on ig

[sadistmasochist]

[scarlet-bee]

[Plain text:

Daily Update (66)

There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

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[ID: An illustration of a starving man, shirtless with his ribs showing. He is on his knees on the ground, crying with his hands raised in the air, as he thinks about a loaf of bread. End ID.]

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Daily Update (66)

There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

This is the second time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.

Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?

Do you feel my pain as a father?

Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?

Is anyone out there listening?

[heehoo-snek]

I love men

[suguwu]

juni no pressure ofc but I am very gently wondering if you had any more stray thoughts or otherwise u might be chewing on for the ghost Phainon with Anaxa situation <3 perhaps mayhaps please and thank you hehe <3 it is living in my mind rent free fr aaaaaaaaa i love it sm

hiiii corafriend (i hope you don't mind me stealing this i think it's so cute)! i am chewing on many things for that situation but i have been thinking. a lot. about how if anaxa observes you and phainon fucking while phainon is in ghost form he gets a front row seat to see your cunt split open around invisible fingers and an invisible cock—though when the light hits just right he can see the thinnest of outlines, shining with your wetness—and how obscene it is to see you clench around nothing while still being so full.

and he does observe. carefully. calmly. his eye is sharp and his face serene. once, when you're arching under phainon's relentless touch, you see him scribble down notes.

after—when you're panting and glinting with a thin sheen of sweat—anaxa rises. phainon shifts; you feel his presence—like a slow creep of frost whirling crystalline over your skin—settle over you. the soft point of a chin (you think) dimples the flesh of your sternum.

anaxa comes to the edge of the bed. he gently slips his fingers between your folds to spread them. the point of pressure on your sternum shifts; your cheeks heat as you realize that phainon is watching.

his release is starting to drip from you. anaxa sinks two fingers into the heat of your cunt, curling them in a way that makes you hiss. his gaze rises to meet yours, his eye knowing.

he pulls his fingers out, a slow drag that feels like a lightning strike. they're dripping with phainon's release. anaxa collects it in a small vial.

"good," he says. "you did well."

you make a noise that you will deny until the end of your days.

the corners of anaxa's lips tick up.

phainon's chill presence shifts, dipping between your legs again. you hiss out a breath as he laps at your cunt.

anaxa's eye shines, starlight bright. his gaze falls to where you're trying to clench your thighs closed, the folds of your cunt spread by phainon's invisible tongue.

"i'll see myself out," anaxa says dryly.

he's gone before you can ask him to stay.

[irondad-defensesquad]

I've been on a bit of an art/writer block (curse you, depression), so I wrote this lighter piece just now. Peter is mugged outside of Spider-Man patrol, but other than that nothing goes too wrong here.

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“Underoos! Haven’t heard from you in a while,” Mr. Stark sounds happy in the other end of the line.

“Ha, yeah, what’s up, Mr. Stark?”

“You tell me, kid. I see you’re not patrolling tonight.”

“Yeah, no, I was just wondering if I could, huh… Come by the tower. I-If you’re not busy or anything.”

“You’re always welcome here, kiddo. I was just about to order some burgers, if you’re up to.”

“Yes, please,” Peter tries not to sound too desperate. “I’ll get ready and swing by in a bit.”

“Alright, kid. See you soon.”

“See ya.”

Once he hangs up, Peter quickly texts Aunt May to let her know he’s visiting Mr. Stark. But no further details.

His stomach is rumbling, to the point it hurts. Peter is overthinking, as usual, so he arrives at the tower quickly. The window to his room is already open, so Peter lands on the floor and takes off his suit. His heart warms a little seeing a pack of clothes separated for him. To add to that, Peter goes to the living room, only to find a table full of snacks and burgers. Mr. Stark apparently comes from the kitchen, as he hands Peter a bottle of soda.

“Karen told me about a hungry spider-baby on his way,” the man teases him.

“I swear I didn’t come here only for the food—”

“You know I don’t mind that, kid. I’m glad you visited.”

Peter smiles, albeit exhausted. Mr. Stark sits next to him.

“So, tell me, what’ve you been up to?” The latter asks.

“Ah, same ol’ boring stuff.” Peter grabs a bag of chips. “Today kind of sucked. Ned got sick, class was just a pain to get through… Patrol was okay… Too much homework for tomorrow…” He pauses and sighs. “And what do you know, I was mugged just now. Lame.”

“Hang on, you were mugged?”

“Yeah, just when I was about to buy me some Delmar’s. Some armed dudes stopped me and took my money. Thankfully I left my phone at home, but yeah, I lost the money Aunt May gave me to eat dinner tonight.”

“Oh my god, did they hurt you?” Mr. Stark sits a bit closer.

“No, no. It was pretty quick. They just took my money and ran away. Too bad I wasn’t in my suit so I could kick their asses, but yeah. It didn’t escalate further than that.”

“Could you see what they looked like?”

“Not really. Their faces were practically hidden, and it was kinda dark. At least I warned Mr. Delmar in case those guys show up again.”

Peter eats, mildly annoyed. He notices his mentor staring at him, worried, but also angry at the muggers.

“Dang it,” Mr. Stark curses under his breath.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark. I just… feel kind of stupid, though, for losing Aunt May’s money like that. I didn’t want to tell her what happened,” Peter admits, grabbing some more chips. “I make her waste so much money on me—”

“Don’t say it like that. If I were her, I wouldn’t care about the money at all, I would just want to know if you were safe.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re rich—”

“But I know your aunt values you a lot more, buddy.”

Peter doesn’t protest that.

“Well… I’m glad no one got hurt,” he concludes.

He eats silently. That is, before Mr. Stark approaches more and wraps an arm around Peter.

“Me too,” the man agrees. He half hugs Peter, squeezing him a little. I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.

Mr. Stark is very aware of Peter’s strength, his powers, his capabilities. Yet at the same time, he worries about him like Aunt May does, like Uncle Ben did… like any parent would. Peter means a lot more to him than he thinks sometimes.

“Mr. Stark? Is it… okay if I stay over tonight?” Peter wonders.

The other smiles and pats his shoulder. “Of course, buddy.”

“I’ll let May know.”

“Okay. Did you bring your school things?”

Peter nods.

“Alright, I’ll take you to school tomorrow, then,” Mr. Stark says.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

Smiling bigger, he squeezes Peter again. Thankfully, this lame day won’t end on such a bad note.

[pluralquotebook]

Rodger: Our therapist called me submissive and agreeable

Sprout: SHE WHAT?!

Sprout: ...

Sprout: Does she want to fuck- (joking)

*proceeds to sent Rodger spiraling*

Average interaction between a programmed and organic alter

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[dearbisexual]

I gagged on my pills and puked again and dad was like ".......you do that.... a lot."

Yah 👍 sure wish I didn't thpugh fuck

[blimbo-buddy]

I have. Thoughts on how the Spine + Sam situation could be interpreted

(It's chill to reblog this just be respectful)

[giga-queen]

Shes fine

PLEASE take a crowbar to your computer screen its sooo good for them its so good its so enriching pls they LOVE to be KILLED TO DEATH AND MAIMED KILLING KILLING KILLING DIE SMASH SHATTER KILL

[sadistmasochist]

The way he smokes with his rival's hand while wearing a kitty cap !! The prestige !!

[aropride]

did… did she do that?