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[dragon-spaghetti]

The Overlord of Lust ❤️

(Please click for better quality!!)

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Three days until Beetlejuice Beetlejuice… I’m nervous!!

[vapor-vine]

Marroncream is just so shaped I just had to draw her + wanted to show just how big Fairy!Romarriche actually is

[thefloatingwriter]

I know its my fault for checking that cesspit but help the subreddit for the series is on a high horse about BeeTress not being canon, someone made an innocent mistake on a post and all the comments are OUTRAGED just in disbelief anyone ever thought it even saying they have no idea why anyone would think so, and ofc purity spiralling about how if you ship them you're like endorsing abuse something 😭 like it's not my fault Suzanne decided to retcon their entire dynamic and Beete having a wholeass family that was never even hinted at before! Or that the movie strongly implied a romantic bond and cast two actors with crazy chemistry given their like 2 minutes of screentime together 😭

endorsing abuse is insane what 😭 tell me you’re grasping at straws without telling me you’re grasping at straws. what is the logic behind this even. i understand being iffy about the age difference but abuse??? is questionable and outrageous frankly. also yes if suzanne didn’t want us to ship them maybe she shouldn’t have written them like That. i mean come on. in catching fire they were practically a married couple. and the movie??? jeffrey and amanda KNEW what they were doing.

[aftg-and-random-things]

the warmth by Paris Paloma is so perfect for Jean

“It can't hurt me

It's still there, but it can't now, the warmth's returning

The warmth is coming back, and now, no, it can't hurt me”

[liquidstar]

Okay now AFTER you pick, click the readmore to see if you got the coin (good luck for this year!)

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Congratulations to everyone who picked 7, you have good luck this year! Of course this is just a fun little traditional game so don't take it too seriously. Even if you didn't win the coin you still got cake!

Kali Xronia!

[mypoorsqheart]

due to the data scraping of public fics on ao3 for generative ai i will probably be locking my fics for registered users only. it's a pain in the ass I even have to do this but the thought of my writing being used for ai makes me sick.

[slothpower-central]

Alright friends, listen up, little reminder! TAG YOUR SPOILERS FOR CANTO 8!! I know I say this....literally every update but this time I legit cannot play the update until at least Friday but probably not until Saturday because I have a job [And I like to play through the Cantos with my dear friend Amia and we both are adults with jobs] So be courteous, tag spoilers! :3 here have a Hong Lu for reading

[subcrownic]

so, in the thunder saga. I'd like to point out one lyric from Mutiny "If you want all the power, you must carry all the blame", which was sung by Eurylochus.

I'd say this line is important because it's almost ironic in a sense, if you listen to the lyric after hearing Thunder Bringer. Because Eurylochus staged a mutiny and took all the power, and then he killed one of the Sun God's cows.

therefore, he should carry all the blame according to his own morals that he clearly stated right? and that's what happened in thunder bringer

i just think thats a fun little thing to think about <3

[auriidae]

you guys may not know this about me but i'm super normal abt ethubs. anyway here's some doodles of them that get increasingly more deranged

[fantasticalleigh]

Updated last night! 🥳🥸

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Drew McIntyre/CM Punk Characters: Drew McIntyre, CM Punk Additional Tags: Obsession, Stalking, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Blood and Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, kayfabe is dead because it is not real here because everything is real, Toxic Relationship, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, POV Alternating, Red String of Fate, Hate Sex, Denial of Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, drew and his anger issues, Dark, drew is not quite a killer...yet...but he'll do anything to keep punk, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Psychological Trauma, Love Triangles Summary:

A written sort of recap of some of the punkintyre feud but interspersed with new material.

The Drew McIntyre and CM Punk rivalry started by a fluke at the Rumble of 2024--a torn tricep that triggered the red string of fate to twist around them tight enough to cut off circulation and kick off a blood feud. Neither expected it to get so heavy. Neither expected to become wrapped up in each other in the worst way. Hatred corrupts. Lust burns. Sanity begins to slip. Drew gave in first--will Punk follow, or will he have to be shown by force that they were made for each other?

[pale-hummingbird]

DELTARUNE TOMORROW!!!!

[serenescribe]

I'm happy that the reverse containment breach au was received well! So I figured why not give the people a taste of the original reverse CB? (or maybe to them its reverse reverse CB? lol) Subject Lilia cannot sleep due to horrible substitutions to his usual diet and so- in a fit of desperation one night- uses what little power he has to force whoever is on night watch to come to his enclosure. However... he won't believe who wanders in ;)

[✐] ficlet frenzy

When the door slides open, Lilia licks his lips, his trademark grin splitting his face. The remnants of his lingering powers had worked, just enough strength left to coax whichever poor soul was on the night shift to open the door and step inside. Now, all they have to do is come on over and allow Lilia to feed from them, granting him enough strength to break out of here and find his—

Lilia looks up, and immediately freezes.

“Little one,” he breathes, the nickname tumbling from his tongue at once.

Silver stands in the doorway, swaying slightly, one hand wrapped around the jamb. His eyes are glazed over, dulled under the thrall of Lilia’s influence. For what feels like an eternity, Lilia merely stares, his eyes blown wide, and it isn’t until Silver begins to stagger over that he snaps out of his stupor.

“Come, come,” he coaxes, and his dearest boy does. Silver stumbles over, drops to his knees — oh, how much taller he is! How long has it been since Lilia last saw his beloved child? Not since he was eleven cycles, not since that fateful day, and, at Lilia’s wave of a hand, Silver collapses into his lap. There, he lays limply, eyes fluttering the slightest bit as Lilia rakes his blunted nails through his hair — and Lilia cannot help the way his face contorts at the sight of platinum blond locks, the lingering bits of silver only evident in the tips of his son’s hair. Silver has not had his father’s blood in him for a long time — long enough that his natural roots have come in, and it only serves to make Lilia recoil at the knowledge that they have been separated for far too long.

Well, he thinks, as he raises his other hand to his mouth, baring his fangs. That will simply have to be fixed.

With his sharp teeth, Lilia slices a jagged cut right down his palm. Candy red blood oozes out, thick like honey, and Lilia wrinkles his nose at it. His blood has taken on a thicker viscosity, it seems; being deprived of his natural food sources will do that to him. Still, he cannot afford to be picky. As he presses his palm towards Silver, he urges him to drink — and Silver, obedient and compliant under Lilia’s shaky hold, obliges.

As Silver laps at the blood and it enters his system…

A shudder ripples right through Lilia, a dormant sense stirring awake.

It has been so long since he’s been able to sense this — their emotional bond, forged anew, Lilia able to sense every little bit of emotion that his dearest child feels. It settles within his chest like a second heart, their souls intertwined, and Lilia cannot help but preen at the sight of silver streaks running through blond hair, his natural colour returning to its rightful place.

And as for what Lilia is able to see, parsing through hazy memories and scattered emotions…

“Oh, little one,” he murmurs, leaning over Silver and pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around his dearest child — no longer young, but forever his. “What have they put you through? You should never have gone through such dismal suffering.”

He stops and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “But you are here now,” Lilia says, a certainty entering his words. “And here you will stay.

“Your father shall not let them separate us again.”

[victimized-martyr]

In hindsight i don’t know why I took the picture of the sign in the bathroom but here u go

[discord-area]

the time that i met......

[crowrave]

Mooooore drabble of Throne because he’s a fucking dork /aff

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“Heeeyyyy!! Captain! You’re not dead yet, are you?”

The first thing to greet him as he awakens is the familiar, not-so-comfortingly loud voice of his best friend.

A heavily bandaged Captain opens his eyes. He glances around, quietly taking in his surroundings. It appears he’s been moved into the office.

The man grips the surface he’s been placed on. Feels like a mattress. Must be his bed.

His uniform, drenched in blood, seems to have been placed to the side.

“….” His gaze slowly turns towards the raven-haired fellow standing by his bedside.

“…….no. Thank you for asking, however.”

Morden snorts. They cross their arms and flip their hair in a dramatic manner.

“Of course! I’m the best here, after all. Well- aside from you, Bossman. Juuust wanted to check up on ya.”

Throne hums in reply. He looks around a second time, before tilting his head in a questioning manner.

The other seems to recognize the look, and huffs in understanding.

“We found you floating on the ocean’s surface. Been lookin’ all over for you after you disappeared from Ravenna. Looked like ya took some nasty beatings.”

The captain silently stares. He brushes his hand against Morden’s, gently grasping onto them.

“…I.. apologize for the worry. I had simply escaped from the dungeons.”

He feels his beloved crewmate squeeze his hand in return.

“You what?”

The man simply shrugs. His face remains indifferent, but there feels to be a twinge of sheepishness in his eyes.

“They had kept me there for a few months. It took me a while to find my way out. I am sorry.”

The curse user proceeds to cradle his face in their hands. They narrow their eyes.

“You- don’t you ever fucking apologize to me for that again. Fuck- Cain— we didn’t know. I’m the one that’s sorry. I should’ve looked for you harder. No wonder you look like shit.”

Throne leans into the touch. He lets out a soft huff, lifting a shaky hand to cling onto one of their arms.

“…mhm.”

They stay like that, for a while. Just staring at one another, thousands of things running through their mind, yet so little leaving their mouths.

..eventually, Morden pulls their lover into their arms. Careful not to jostle his wounds.

He lets out a small sigh, before pressing his mouth against the other’s forehead. A gentle kiss.

“….I missed you, dumbass. You know that?”

The leader simply chuckles as a response.

He smiles— a tiny thing, yet just the sight of it makes them want to melt against him.

“The same can be said to you.”