#Das a papa

[heyhopperart]

3am gremlin shenanigans with @alliefromthesea ~

[valtianan]

what we were in lothering was a lifetime ago

[trevorendeavors]

Guys I just realized

THESE TWO NEVER INTERACTED

That is, I don’t think these two ever had a full-on conversation in canon (correct me if I’m wrong). Meaning. MEEEAAANING (inhale)

BELOS NEVER SPOKE TO THE TITAN.

Either the living one or the one stuck in the in-between. In fact, consider this line from king’s tide:

“I didn’t realize you’re already combining glyphs. You do have a strange intuition with these. Took me years to figure that out. Almost as if the Titan himself didn’t want me to have that knowledge.”

YEAH. BECAUSE HE DIDN’T.

What PT did was the fantasy equivalent to repeatedly blocking someone who kept changing their number and I find this hilarious.

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

Making a playlist is a delicate art. Where without uttering a word you says a lot through playlist.

Kundali match ho ya na ho but taste of music and books match hona is compulsory✨️

[pipcore]

she papa on my freezeria till im the jokester

[sambuchito]

una que se levanto tranquila en ig es mi amiga

[ratellini]

"Vengeance is mine to deliver."

no shadows ⇘

[bunicate]

welt makes his daughter wear a cute butt plug btw 💗

[bluebluebluewoods]

[copias-juicebox]

come here. come to daddy kitten @cinematiclegends!

[axowotl-l]

more craftlings but this time theyre stress doodles! i have been struggling to make and finish an essay :")

[mxwhore]

Can I ask what yam meant by "papa Joel"? I'm dumb and didn't get the joke

I forgot that Papá Noel is mostly a hispanospeaker thing. Basically its a alternate universe joke, where Santa Claus is called Santa Bob or something

[sugarhog-au]

Papa's tail is the ultimate toy

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

GOAT da

[sebruciasselacitta]

fawollo su instagram

[thebiscuiteternal]

Biscuit! Sorry if I'm late to writing jam (it has been. A. Day. In lab today) and please feel free to disregard if I am, but for spooky writing jam:

Either one of the Nie Moms as ghosts?

A part of Nie Linsong's heart always prickled with guilt whenever she got the opportunity to look in on the boys.

It wasn't fair that Nie Leiyun had never been able to come on one of these visits; that her wife could only subsist on the stories and descriptions she brought back with her to the realm of the dead.

After all, she had gotten eight years with Mingjue and two years with Huaisang- Leiyun had never gotten to meet Huaisang at all before death had taken her.

The guilt made her greedy, taking in anything and everything she possibly could and committing it to memory as vividly as possible so that there would be more to give her wife.

But this time-

-this time-

-she desperately wished that she could see less and do more.

Their husband's body was, in her vision, wreathed in red flames that made sickening twisted shapes of corpses on the floor around him as he stood hunched over, an enraged, animalistic expression of rage on his face and the sturdy, calloused hands she'd always been fond of wrapped around around the throat of their younger son with crushing pressure.

Little Huaisang couldn't even scream with the force on his windpipe, and any moment, his equally fragile spine could-

-forcing herself to tear away from the horrible sight, she streaked from hall to hall, aiming for the bright spark that was their older son.

"Jue-er!" she screamed the moment she saw him, putting all the spiritual force she had in her body into her voice. "Your father's room! He's killing your brother!"

Nie Mingjue jerked, looking around in confusion. "Is someone-?"

"No time! Go! Save your brother!"

Fortunately, that was enough to get him moving, running towards Nie Haoran's room with his mother's spirit right on his heels.

She could only hope that they would be in time; that Mingjue's mad dash across the sect grounds would attract enough help.

That she wouldn't have to return to Leiyun with the news that their sons would be joining them along with their husband when this horrible night was over.