#SORRY THIS IS SHITTY

[whumpasaurus101]

The second Whumper delivered the last strike of the whil, they instantly unchained Whumpee before cradling them close, tight, whispering in their ear, “Shhhhhhh, shhhhh baby it’s okay.”

Whumpee couldn’t stop themself, the warmth of Whumper’s touch after the brutal rage seemed so…safe. They clung onto Whumper while sobbing, pain engulfing them with every cry.

“I know it hurts darling, I know, you did soooo so good for me!” Whumper felt Whumpee cling onto them tighter as they sniffed, their big tear-filled eyes looking up at them, “R-reallly?”

Whumper smiled, cupping Whumpee’s cheek as they brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair away from their face, “Really. Now lets get you cleaned up.”

Whumpee was theirs. Fully theirs. This never happened before and Whumper could practically jump for joy.

All theirs.

[missivyhq]

open starter location: ivy’s living room

the brunette had been travelling around the world to various cities over the past three weeks with her new agency and it just made her fall in love with modelling all over again. which wouldn’t have been possible if her sister wasn’t able to look after ana while she was away. but now that she was back and finally slowed down it all caught up with her. ivy was curled up on the couch with one of the latest rom coms on netflix not really feeling up to doing anything. she could barely move, her whole body was sore and she knew that she needed to rest. she had texted her nearest and dearest to let them know she was back home and safe but just feeling a little under the weather. 

[maverickmadness]

What if Radier sans was.. river person??

[collaredkittyboy]

[jaypentaghast]

the kisses to his temple are you fucking kidding me

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023) 1.02 | 1.07

[captainmaxatx]

[miyku]

[climbdraws]

thunderclan medicine cats

[frogchiro]

virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!

Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.

One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.

Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?

So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.

All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.

Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.

Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?

Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:

"Stay. Don't move around girl."

And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.

[milkywayes]

another one floats to the surface (yeah)

[dragon-spaghetti]

Cherri is so done w both of them

[nexus-nebulae]

shoutout to people who don't have a "before" the trauma.

shoutout to people who don't have any sweet or nostalgic childhood memories. to people who don't remember enough of their childhood to know what the before was like. to people who lost their innocence before they ever learned the word for it. to people whose pasts were too painful to keep around in any form. to people who only knew trauma, and don't have an idea of what life would be like without it. to people who can't long for "the better days" because there weren't any.

you deserve a good future. i hope it's there for you soon.

[l-cereta]

i think honestly the craziest thing abt transmisogyny isn't like the active moments of hate but the complete unwillingness and uninterest in anything we have to say — this assumption that if a trans woman is talking it's not worth your time and you can just scroll past. and then you'll have fuck terfs in your bio like nothing happened! wild

[milk-ducts]

might delete ,, its been fucking ages since ive touched an art program so . it didnt come out as good and im not proud of how the face turned out so wonky 😭

its a quick messy doodle of a buffed out mark w a longer hairstyle <3 begging the showrunners 2 give him these side bangs .. please !! my baby would look so good w them. u could interpret this as an older ver of him,, tho hes still got that baby face

without the shine .. hehe .. he looks better like this .

[xanfeursel]

wyllach. to me