#absolutely feral at their dynamic

[broodpuff]

except it’s wednesday who’s moved closer and enid’s been respectful of wednesday’s boundaries by staying on her side but just barely and now they’re standing an equal distance from their divide and it’s been completely wednesday’s decision and it’s just neat

[ghouljams]

currently Terminally In Love with your fae!Simon au, and it has resulted in some ✨Thoughts✨

so, the bond that’s between Simon and reader — we’ve seen how it functions as a kind of honing beacon that allows Simon to know if reader is being fucked with by any other fae who dare to touch what he’s laid claim to… but from what I could discern the mark reacted so violently and allowed him to come to reader’s rescue solely because it was reacting to foreign fae magic… does it work the same for physical, nonmagical harm?

(and further, asking for the girlies…. what would Simon feel through the bond if the reader were to die 😚)

So glad you asked because it means I get to do some horror stuff. The short answer is Ghost's mark doesn't react the same way to human danger, it just pings Ghost to let him know there's trouble. The long answer is, the mark is stupid and will lash out at anything that is scaring MC, which sometimes includes Simon. Most of the time it just functions as an alarm system, but there's an adjustment period when Simon sort of has to train it on who it's ok to bite.

You've been followed since you got off the train. He's not even being stealthy about it. You make a turn, he turns, you stop, he stops, always a few steps behind you. No one else seems to notice or care. You look over your shoulder and see the same crewneck, the same beady eyes. His lips curve red into a smile when he knows you spot him. Your chest is tight, you try not to look at him. You thought you were past this, always looking over your shoulder isn't a good look. Then again neither is being dead. Better to be paranoid and alive.

It's getting dark. You don't live that far from the station, at least you didn't think you did. Maybe it's fear making the street feel longer, emptier. You pick up the pace, hearing the sentiment echoed behind you. The thud of footsteps getting progressively louder and closer, until you're forced to sprint. The effort is wasted immediately as you're grabbed and dragged into the nearest alley. Your chest squeezes with fear, your heart pounding in your ears as you're thrown against the brick wall. The buzz under your skin expands and contracts with your breaths, trying to do anything but calm you down. You think it might actually be driving your anxiety higher, towards a full blown panic, as the man grips your arms tight and grins down at you. 

"Don't you know it's dangerous for little girls to wander alone at night?" He asks, he's close enough you can smell the alcohol on his breath. Your skin hurts where he touches you, bubbling with something you can't put a name to. The buzzing doesn't fit right, it slams against your ribs as you draw in shuddering breaths, there’s nothing for it to latch onto. You glance towards the mouth of the alley, the street was so empty, who would see you? This isn't right, he told you you'd be safe-

Something wet hits your face. The buzzing under your skin is reaching a fever, shaking you to your bones. You look up at the man, at the thick red and black mud falling from between his lips. He gives a wet cough. Your eyes drag to the black talons protruding from his chest, a hole punched through his ribs as if it were paper. The ribs themselves are warped outward and folded back away from the intrusion, more like wire than bone. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight, from the slick clawed hand dragging its way backwards through the viscera as you feel your buzzing start to move.

The silhouette that the collapse of your aggressor reveals is abyssal. Absorbing the shadows of the rest of the alley in a way you've never seen before. The air around it swirls with them. It's holding the man's heart in one clawed hand, tipping it's head back to swallow the organ whole. You are pretty sure you're having a panic attack. The abyss moves towards you like a ghost, and the buzz under your skin takes hold and forces you to MOVE.

The nose your fist collides with is startlingly human.

"You little bitch," Ghost snarls, making a grab for you as you sprint from the alley. Your feet slide against the sidewalk as you round the corner. The buzz under your skin rears back and strikes as his claws just miss you. "Not me you stupid-" he swears, you think he swears, you don't understand it but the buzz cowers. 

You don't stop. Not even when you pass the door to your flat. You run because you can hear him running after you, can hear the scratch of his claws on brick and concrete as he tries to grab you. The gouges that he leaves in everything he touches, you don’t need to imagine what he could do to you, you saw it. You catch a glimpse of him as you turn a corner, his teeth are bared, his movements wild and animalistic. 

His claws wrap around your throat, and you’re slammed into a wall for the second time tonight. He’s huge when he presses against your back, his chest expanding around his labored breathing in tandem with yours. You try to turn your head to look at him and he yanks your head back to stare at the stars. You both breathe, the night filled with the sound of your desperation. You swing your arm behind you to try and hit him, anything to make yourself more difficult prey. He catches your wrist easily and twists it behind your back, growling in your ear as he leans his weight on you.

“Not Me,” He tells you, it thrums through you like a universal truth, the buzz under your skin going warm and shivery, “You don't run from me. Not unless I tell you.” You nod, desperate to do something to ease your situation. “Good girl.”

His hand slides through your hair, fingers pressing to your forehead, and it all goes black.

You jolt awake shaking like a leaf. You press a hand to your mouth, choking down a sob. You’re terrified, it’s too dark in here, your skin feels like it’s been scrubbed raw, you feel like you’ve run a marathon. It must have been a nightmare, it must have been.

Simon turns on the light by the bed, woken up by your movements. “What’s wrong?” He asks, still half asleep. You shake your head, trying to get the shaking to stop. You feel like your body is trying to rip itself apart. Simon reaches a hand towards you and you jerk away, falling in a heap off the edge of the bed. You scurry away from him, you need distance, you need to get away from him. From the nightmare. Your back hits the wall as Simon stands. 

“What did I say?” His eyes tear holes through you, you press against the wall trying to make yourself small as he stalks towards you, “Not. Me.”

[crownspeaksblog]

After watching gentleman jack i just can't go back to ships who only kiss on the mouth.. i need hand kisses, wrist kisses, shoulder kisses, neck and nape kisses. Kissing on the mouth is simply not romantic enough..

[depraveddame]

Just finished my fic A Great Conjunction - a filthy, intensely kinky D/s Good Omens Professor AU!

Perhaps surprising no one, I wound up with another AU with English Lit Professor Aziraphale Fell and final year astrophysics student Crowley because of this photo edit. Also, some SMOKING hot art by Ziv- I feel faint whenever I see it.

CWs: D/s, face fucking, age difference, university professor/university student, kink negotiation, praise/degradation, orgasm delay/denial/control, dirty talk, pillow grinding, thigh fucking/intercrural sex, aftercare- please read tags on AO3 for more!

Excerpt:

“Back to your email,” Professor Fell says eventually, pulling Crowley from his reverie, “you’ll be glad to know your limits lineup with my interests as far as I can tell— thank you for being so open, truly.”

Crowley nods, very glad indeed to know this. “‘Course,” he mutters as he plays with the hem of his shirt, and he’s unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, “I’m surprised you only asked for my limits, professor. I would’ve thought you’d want to know my likes, too.”

Fell smiles again, but it’s a little darker, and it makes Crowley bite his lip.

“Oh, I assure you that I do want to know that, very much, my dear; but I want the pleasure of watching your cheeks bloom with a flush and to study the way you squirm as you tell me them right now.”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

Crowley doesn’t know what he was expecting, and he walked right into this if he’s honest, but he’s not prepared for how that speech makes him feel.

He lightly stumbles backwards, but he rights himself quickly, trying to play it off.

Crowley is unable to wrench his eyes away from Professor Fell, who actually looks like he was about to lunge forward— his hands left his desk for a second, but they’re back now as he settles into his lean again.

“So please, Crowley,” he says, polite but silky, “tell me what you like.”

Crowley’s victorious in wrangling the whine that’s trying its best to crawl out of his mouth as he takes a breath.

He exhales and tries to order his thoughts before they start spilling out, but that’s a skill he’s not really well versed in.

“I like—” he starts, but trails off.

*

Continue on AO3!

Enjoy ♥️

@goodomensafterdark

[hatsunevitu]

for some reason i enjoy so much the idea of kyle actually genuinely liking cartman’s appearance. like, he would never admit it – especially to cartman – but somehow eric really is a perfect match for kyle’s preferences.

therefore he can’t possibly stand the idea of cartman changing his appearance to become more “beautiful” in other people’s opinions, because kyle likes him the way he already is — and kyle already is sure cartman is beautiful.

so eeeevery time cartman has even a tiniest thought of losing weight, kyle makes sure he will change his mind.

cartman: I don’t know, man, maybe I really should lose weight… I mean, I’m hot as hell right now, but imagine all those girls who will go completely insane when they see me all skinny and sexy?

kyle: Gross. I don’t want to even think about it.

cartman: Are you jealous, Kyle? Or are you just envious ‘cuz I get more females’ attention being big-boned than you do with your thin ass?

kyle: Don’t you flatter yourself, Fatass. When was the last time a girl looked at you without a terror on her face?

cartman: Oh, shut up, Jew! You’re just afraid you’ll look even uglier next to me.

kyle: So you’re going on a diet, right?

cartman: Right!

kyle: Okay, good luck with this. …Oh, wait, isn’t this a KFC restaurant right there? And, wow, look: I have fifteen bucks right here! Damn, that’s just perfect for a double portion of chicken...

cartman: No… you sneaky little…

kyle: Huh? What’re you saying? I didn’t quite catch it. Do you wanna join me, Cartman?

cartman: …I hate you so much, Kyle. You’re going to burn in hell for forever. More than that: I will turn your life to hell myself–

kyle: So you’re going or not?

cartman: …Yes.

ALSO yes he’d support cartman’s decision to lose weight for himself but he just hates the idea of cartman changing his body just for social standards. and i just want at least one person to completely adore cartman’s looks and compliment him and i think kyle’d be the one to do so. once he get over his embarrassment, he’ll start telling nice things to cartman once in a while and cartman who is absolutely not used to genuine praise will be so. fucking. happy. every time.

[thexvthmember]

Absolutely obsessed with them, this ship has been rotting my brain the last few weeks and I finally dug out of my art block hole to draw them a bit

Also what did y’all name him? I named him Suzuhiko 🔔 👑

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[mxgoldenwood]

I CAN NOT stop thinking about Astarion with cleric-of-Ilmater Tav, so a few thoughts that have crossed my mind….

First… what could possibly be a more powerful religious experience for a follower of Ilmater than giving up your own blood, so that a friend in need won’t go hungry? The way Astarion’s first bite is narrated, it would almost certainly be a transcendent, divine experience.

Following on from this, though… the more Tav and Astarion spend time around each other, the more I think they would both gain from their relationship.

Yes, Astarion is annoyed by his companions playing the hero and he doesn’t like it when Tav promises to help people just because they’re sworn to relieve suffering wherever they can. He’s selfish and jaded and nobody ever did that for him (before now) so why are these strangers so special?

But on the flip side, there comes a point when Astarion has a point!! Tav doesn’t need to open their veins for every stranger in need. Maybe they shouldn’t sell their soul to help someone who would as soon kill them as look at them. You can’t fill up anyone else’s glass when your own is empty, and all that. I can easily imagine Astarion’s annoyance with Tav’s heroics shifting gradually from “ugh, what makes these people so special that they deserve help for nothing?” to “darling, you’re killing yourself slowly— and for what?” as he finds himself becoming more genuinely attached to Tav.

When you have people who care about you, your suffering becomes theirs. Cleric-of-Ilmater Tav may not see this at first, but they could come to understand it. By all means, help where you can. But don’t make your loved ones watch as you bind yourself onto the rack for someone whose gratitude can never cancel out the vicarious suffering of your (found) family watching you suffer. If anyone would speak up and talk some sense into Tav about this, it would be Astarion.

Just as Tav can set a good example for Astarion, reminding him that he has some goodness and maybe a little heroics of his own, buried under all the bitterness and trauma…. I believe Astarion would have a thing or two to teach cleric-of-Ilmater Tav about when it’s fine to help, and when they’re hurting themself for no good reason.

[trans-xianxian]

funniest dynamic in genish by far is nahida and wanderer. just a girl and her war criminal

[kobracola]

plaguing you all with my visions. get polycule’d idiot

[princess-of-the-corner]

regarding the "sun" and "moon" character tropes, I would say that would be Adrien and Marinette if we were looking at the traditional/usual way that they are depicted.

But I think that Chloe would fit the "sun" while Adrien fits the "moon" and I don't mean it in the sunshine and grumpy way. I mean it in the way that Chloe burns hot and bright and powerful, that she is a raging fury of fire and passion, and just maybe... She is destroying her as time goes on

While Adrien is the "moon" in the way that he shines bright in the darkness, guiding others to where they need or want to be. He's the moon in the way that no one sees his darker sides. That he is lonely and lovely. Doomed to watch on as the person who gives him light slowly destroys herself, taking the light with her.

SUN/MOON DYNAMICS BY BELOVED

[kette24601draws]

I am genuinely sorry for people who still follow me here because I am so inconsistent and obsessive like

i will disappear for 6 months with no activity whatsoever and then suddenly reblog 17528 posts about my gay husbands with a sprinkle of Kanej and then disappear for another 6 months again.

[blueberryfruitbat]

mirror metadede whiteboard doodles

[kenobihater]

just had a realization about malenia and miquella vs maedhros and maglor. also, malenia and maedhros are both redheaded fearsome warriors, and miquella and maglor are both incredibly lovable. as in, miquella's compulsion thing and maglor's adopting kidnap victims who grow to love him thing. and they all start with m...

[roboraindrop]

I am feeling brave today so let me just say. I would do anything to make Chu.cky smile

[sighonaraa]

CHAOS SIBLINGS ROAD TRIP FT. THE UGLIEST VAN IN EXISTENCE Please tell me more I need to know everything about this ugly van

[vibrates] well this is excellent news because i want to talk forever about this ugly van and these chaos siblings and this unhinged road trip fic. (also. CONSOLIDATION. @readwing.)

i'm not sure how many people who follow me here will like. Actually Care about this fic sjdklfjd bc i am a ted lasso writer and this is. an mcu fic. but i still want to yell about it so here we go!

so this fic is a modern-day au because apparently i'm incapable of writing modern-day aus where our beloved blorbos are kiddos. loki is 15/16, thor is 18/19. one day, loki Just Happens to discover that they have an estranged older sister, hela, who their parents have never mentioned and who, according to a very intensive google search, lives somewhere on the most remote island in norway.

of course loki immediately has to drag thor out on a quest to find her. 1) if they have one sister their dad doesn't want to talk about, who's to say what else he's lying about? and 2) he's got an upcoming project for his psychology class that he absolutely Does Not want to think about currently. not that that's got any bearing on the situation whatsoever.

which means, at the very earliest beginnings of summer, the two of them pile into thor's friend steve's Ugliest Van In Existence with a stack of old cds, the mountain goat named korg they haven't managed to chase off, five more knives than have ever been necessary in any situation, and a massive map of norway, and then they drive. and drive. and drive.

(success of the adventure varies, depending on what you're looking for.)

i just. miss these bros and their horrifying murder sister and sometimes you gotta write 15k of unhinged chaos nonsense about it, y'know?

ALSO. see below the cut for Thee ugliest hippie van in existence. i want it more than anything in the world.