#y’all won’t get it..

[cupophrogs]

BLUNT NOT THE HEART, ENRAGE IT

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[risegreymon]

How to say “I am 100% certain that I am a dragon but my body does not reflect this” without sounding insane to the vast majority of people

[jojo-schmo]

Eyo, the Forgotten Land Roleswap just got renewed for another season 😤✨

[chocostrwberry]

Adrien dressed by Nathalie, Marinette, and himself!! ☕️🌞🧦

[i-like-forcefem]

You wake up due to a an odd discomfort around your groin, you feel around and touch something soft and plastic?

You turn on the lights and find yourself lock in a small, pink chastity cage

You panic a little, you’ve never done this before, you try to pull it off and it won’t budge and you notice just how little you can touch your member now

You get hard

It hurts

You look around the room and see an envelope next to a small pile of clothes and some odd plastic?

You open the envelope

My dearest love,

You wronged me, the fact you wouldn’t know who I am makes it that much worse

So I thought it’d only be right if I punished you

As you might’ve found out already I’ve securely locked you up and only I have the key

If you ever want it back you’ll need to do some things for me first

Mod course you won’t be allowed to touch your memeber until I release you

Next you will need to wear the clothes, and insert the remote anal vibrator I provided to you

You will then need to watch any porngraphic content I send you over the course of the next 2 weeks, dressed up and wearing the plug

I’ve made a separate number where we can chat

I expect you to use the proper respect when talking to me

I expect you to thank me for teaching you how to be a good girl

And I expect you to drop whatever you’re doing whenever I send you a message, and if I so ask you’ll put on the shuttle clothes I gave you, put in the plug, and watch whatever degrading smut I sent you while I control your ass

Do this like a good girl for 2 weeks and I’ll take off the cage

Mess up once, and I’ll flush the key down the drain

Oh and don’t think to get it removed or anything, I got that onto you without you noticing once, and if you get it off I’ll know that means you’re ready for your second round!

And trust me you wouldn’t like the second round, something tells me that you’d hate losing your freedom of movement

So now be a good girl and dress yourself up already love~

I’m waiting

Oh! And one more thing!

I can and will change the rules at any time, for example one I thought of right now: the two weeks only count down if you spent the whole day in cute woman’s clothing, so if you ever put on those nasty clothes you’re wearing right now, the day doesn’t count and you still have 2 weeks to go

Good luck cutie! Try to keep me happy~

[xx-owl-xx]

NEWMUSICNEWMUSICNEWMUSIC!!!

[holographic-mars]

(Wip) he was supposed to love me

[traumawhomst]

So Vampires, I won’t lie I love a platonic yandere vampire sire so much.

(1,250 words)

He sees you at your minimum wage job and at first just brushes you off as just another boring human. Then he notices the colors on your bracelet, school colors for a very expensive and exclusive school, a few (human) businesses partners he knew sent their children to that school and none of them worked for minimum wage on their free time. Between the bracelet, the callouses on your hands, and the way your eyes seemed dark and sunken, he knew everything. He left without much thought, telling himself that he didn’t care about some random human and their poor tragic life.

He told himself it was just curiosity when he looked up the current class list, (you can find anything with enough time and money) and found your name. Even in just the school photos you stuck out like a sore thumb, a wildflower in an otherwise perfectly manicured garden. A little further digging revealed you were an amazing student, even if your grades weren’t always perfect. You clearly had talent and a strong work ethic.

It’s just curiosity that makes him dig further, finding your admissions essay, in his office, finding himself smiling at some points, quietly charmed by your choice of words and styling of your essay. It had been a risk that had clearly paid off. He liked those willing to take risks, reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He might as well look further, finding your freelance writing which he poured over in chronological order a growing sense of pride in your progress over the years. Finding your work made him stumble upon your personal life.

Family, but not close, which seemed to be the theme for everyone in it. Did they know about your accomplishments? Did they even care?

He’s not very surprised when he follows you home and sees you living in a studio in an apartment with paper walls, living on a diet of instant noodles and whatever soda was cheapest for that week. How could you study living like this? You seemed to only ever work or study, taking every shift you could just to make enough to afford something a little filling than instant noodles. Surely you’re not at your best, he can’t help but wonder what you could produce given proper resources.

His colleagues laugh when he defends it all as just curiosity, and he decides to approach you in person to finally get over this little, inquiry to rest.

But you look so tired when you smile at him, you’re trying so hard to maintain the smile and he’s wondering when the last time you smiled and he realizes then, as he nods along to your explanation about whatever item he picked up, that he hadn’t seen you smile once in a week of watching you.

He could smell your blood and did his best to hide the scrunching of his nose. Wildly anemic and deficient in every vitamin and mineral that a human needed to stay upright. It set him on edge, wondering about the strain on your body it must have. Humans were so fragile already, how long could you live like this?

The thought of you dying sent a bolt of panic through him. You were young, talented, and hardworking you deserved time to flourish and grow.

It would take a few months for all the necessary paperwork to be complete and in that time he slowly builds a sort of friendship with you.

On your end an older man, (whose eye color you could never remember) started to come in at least once a week. He was sweet in a way you hadn’t expected, happy to talk about any book he or you had brought. That’s when you really noticed him, when he came in holding your favorite book. He hadn’t read it yet, and was happy to hear your small preview and talk about the major themes in it. He always managed to come in when it was slow and for some reason no one ever approached you when you two talked.

He’d said he owned a bookstore, (more than one you imagined from the amount of first editions he causally walked around with) but was visiting here for business. He told you that when you refused to take one of his very expensive first edition he tried to give you. He only relented when you explained that your apartment was rather damp and you knew that it would only degrade the book over time. Next week he showed up with the newest edition, and refused to leave with it. Really you’re doing him a favor, he’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

He wasn’t scary either, he always had this air about him that was calming. Something that made you relax and trust him, and in the few months you met him he’d never done anything make you doubt your trust in him.

He’d brought you a book to read with an immortal character in it, and asked what you’d ever take the chance if offered. The thought of being stuck in your life forever or any life really made you sick to your stomach. No you’d rather accept that your life would be finite and told him you thought life would be meaningless if you were immortal.

And for the first time, something new quickly twitch across his face. Anger? Disappointment? After months of friendly banter and discussion it was almost a slap in the face of the reality of it all. You didn’t know him, or his motives. The look only lasts a moment, before shifting to his pleasant neutral again, but you still saw it. You pretended for the rest of the conversation until he leaves. You request to a new work schedule when you finished for the day.

He on the other hand was practically spinning about it. He should have been ready for this sort of answer, but he wasn’t. He’d had the conversation played a million times in his head, and you always agreed on it being a gift. He rationalized that you simply couldn’t understand it, given time you could be persuaded to see differently.

He showed up, ready to talk with you only to find out (through a heavy layer of compulsion) that you’d changed your hours to avoid Him. Time to move forward with the plan it seemed.

He found you one late night as you walked to your apartment and something about him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand-up.

He offered to walk you home, and you finally put your foot down and told him to leave you alone, as politely as you could muster. But you couldn’t seem to actually speak any of the words. What were you trying to say again?

He happily chatters on about how excited he is to show you your home, one arm around you steering you to some place you didn’t recognize. But every time you tried to say something you’d forget a little more of what was going on.

He didn’t really want it to do it this way, he told himself as he guides you in the deep state of compulsion you’re in. He wanted to win you over with the idea, to gladly accept his offer, to see it as the gift it was. But he could also admit to himself watching you try and fight the compulsion and fail, it was adorable to see the stubbornness that you had, it’d serve you well in your new life.

[vernyhore]

I’ve always thought about this show as taking the road less traveled. What happened with Langdon is…not that.

Full disclaimer, I am biased. I saw a character I knew I was going to love and proceeded to write over 15k words about him in the span of less than ten days. So don’t come at me for that.

I feel this has been done before and the thing I like about the pitt is that they show a lot of things that haven’t been been widely addressed by medical dramas, or that haven’t been addressed particularly well.

But an impaired physician? It’s been done to death. You know what hasn’t? A disabled physician with chronic pain who takes prescription medication to function and does not become an addict, who throws himself back into doing what he loves because he can’t imagine doing anything else and continues working in a physically demanding specialization, with all hurdles and challenges that come with it.

[tisajest]

Okay so Peter in Gotham fics are neat and all

But what about Dick in NYC fics?

Dick somehow dimension travels to a Marvel universe and needs to figure out how to get back home

He encounters the Avengers and Spider-Man and they help him out

Some way or another, he or Peter connect Richard Parker to him and it’s suddenly “oh hey this is a superhero alternate version of my father”

I just think it’d be fun

[lenichque]

Your favourite Cherik hc?🎤🎤🎤

ahhh i’m never ready for this type of questions, here are some off the top of my head:

their favourite couple activity is kissing

charles likes parading his handsome husband at the functions. erik hates going there but the sex they have when charles is pleased with him is worth it.

erik likes pretty lingerie. charles indulges.

erik prepares homemade meals for charles to eat at work. his colleagues are madly jealous.

charles likes sour gummy worms.

charles cries easily, esp when they’re fighting with erik. it’s his typical stress response. doesn’t affect him much though. he can still yell at erik, just with a wet face.

out of all magnet kids pietro is the one charles has the most in common with. erik is lowkey grateful for that.

charles doesn’t like driving. erik loves cars and fixing them, even without using his powers.

erik carries charles in his arms a lot after the injury.

they walk around their place naked a lot too. (when they don’t have the kids over)

erik is the possessive one but charles is the anxious one and he sometimes dips a lil bit into erik’s mind to check if erik still loves him. (he knows it’s wrong)

ok i think i’m getting carried away, that’s enough for today 🦈🐭

(also hiii andy!! thank you for the ask!!)

[lavampira]

pull the trigger on the gun I gave you when we met

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍🏻

Guess who started a new wip? 😅 (you can blame the buddie rain hug bts videos). But hey, good news is I finished it and will be posting it tomorrow.

Here’s a little snippy snip …

“Call me when you get there. Or when you stop for gas. Or - or if you’re bored and need someone to talk to while you’re driving.”

The words spill out of him, not at all what he wants to say - what his heart is screaming at him to voice. But what good would those words do now? Eddie isn’t leaving because he wants to - he’s said as much. No, he’s leaving because he feels he has to. For his son. For Chris.

Buck had tried to talk to Eddie about it early on, that maybe he should talk to Chris first before making any big decisions. Eddie had shut him down and Buck didn’t dare bring it up again. Didn’t want to risk a fight with him when they only had so much time left.

Eddie gives him a slight smile, and typically, Eddie's eyes would light up when he smiled - the amber in them igniting and glowing brightly like the sun. But today, Buck’s heart aches at the muted colours staring back at him.

“Will do.” Eddie pats him on the shoulder, his hand sliding down Buck’s arm before it’s gone. “I better get going if I want to make good time.”

“Yeah,” Buck swallows heavily, his throat tight as his love for Eddie claws at him, wanting to be free. To be known.

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[coconut530]

WIFEY IS BACK 🥳🥳🥳

[ken-tfc]

Update

The dreadful little polycule horrid dating sim is still being worked on, I’ll soon have a beta test being done by some friends. Stay tuned chat

[lesbianjackies]

y’all need to learn how to be normal about 1) asexual people and 2) asexual men specifically. or like just men in general who struggle with sexual activity and attraction like jesus you’re not fucking progressive for making fun of men with ed. gender roles affect men too you dumb bitches you can’t say you care about feminism and then make fun of men when they don’t or can’t or don’t want to have sex.