#but you can filter these >>>

[crabussy]

slightly furious reminder that fish do in fact feel pain and do in fact experience fear and distress when in pain since people seem to love spreading the myth that fish don't feel pain. what is it with people assuming a creature is incapable of feeling pain or emotion just because it doesn't have complex facial muscles. come on gang

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

....it is just barely possible i have finally found an ethical use for genAI: generating fake reports to bog down ICE/DEI tip lines and their ilk. is this anything?

[meteor752]

Zeus all arrogant: My oh my brother, all that work to get revenge on the mortal, and he beats you?You must feel so ashamed…

Poseidon, still bleeding profusely and literally vibrating from horniness: Do you think if I kill his son he’ll do it again?

[folding-fan]

Doodles for my wife @othersharkss’ beast peak disciple AU, which we’re having fun playing with.

[bluuscreen]

seen some other people draw stone as a goat and thought i’d take a crack at doing my own design

[dropoutsource]

@intrepidheroesource intrepid heroes appreciation week ⤳ day four: favorite relationship

I would also like to say that Fabian is the champion of the Elven Oracle for any further future dance offs. Fabian, you become known as the Oracle of Dance, a sub-oracle of the Elven Oracle.

[belobogindustries]

PHAETHON

[egophiliac]

A-anime?

you know, sometimes I forget that Twst is actually an isekai that starts with the protagonist getting run over by an inexplicable horse-drawn carriage. and every time I'm reminded is a delight because that's AMAZING.

also. look. okay. there's a lot of very fun stuff in the trailer but I am obsessed with that Crowley surprised pikachu face. me when I spend all my keys and gems literally hours before they announce overblot SSRs and drop the anime trailer:

[attyrocious]

Cornerstone (2009) - Arctic Monkeys

thank u for coming to my "law is an arctic monkeys fan" ted talk

[recareels]

sanctum

character: phainon warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, implied rough sex, marking (bruises and bites), implied choking/bondage with hands, implied consensual noncon, phainon feeling guilty words: 907

notes: phainon feels safest in your shared bedroom because it is the only place where he can be himself in the purest, simplest form, freed from amendments or censorships.

Before you, his bedroom had felt cold, impersonal, inhospitable. It sounds cliché—and maybe it is—but you made his dwelling a home. 

He remembers the day you solidified it, the night you christened his bedroom more than just a room he retires to after a long, gruelling day. He remembers the night you turned it into his most cherished sanctuary. 

“I just don’t know,” he had been saying, fingertips running along the irregular blotches blooming across your thighs—his thumbs, his palms, his teeth, ugly marks he had unknowingly carved into you, strength he had unintentionally stained your body with. “Are you sure this is…Okay? It’s not…Normal.” 

Or, at least, that’s what he’d always been told. You don’t physically hurt the ones you love, especially during intimate relations. Hair pulling, spanking, biting, scratching, crying—it had all been so very wrong. 

Lounging on his—now yours, our—bed, you frowned, pushing yourself up onto your knees and forcing his touch to fall away from the still blossoming bruises; trauma inflicted so deep that the marks are still developing, blood from broken vessels still seeping through layers of tissue to pool in grotesque purple beneath the thinnest layer of skin.

“Phainon, baby, listen to me.” Your hands found his face, palms cupping his jaw as if he were made of fine porcelain, tiny thumbs running across his cheeks in slow rhythmic caresses. “The only thing I will ever expect of you in our bedroom is for you to be yourself.” 

Gaze holding his, your irises overflowed with love, so thick and potent it felt almost suffocating, your steadfast stare digging the sentiment into his soul, an attempt to eradicate his anxieties. 

A beat passed, the breath stagnating in his lungs broken free with a singular gasp, the warmth from your love rushing down his throat to fill its place.

“Okay?” you had whispered, when you were sure you had planted that seedling of an idea deep enough in his core—somewhere where it can bloom, where it can devour his worries, where it can cleanse the rot festering in his stomach. 

His palm had overlayed yours, the brimming tears wobbling precariously along his lash line threatening to spill as he blinked hard. 

“Okay.” 

“I don’t ever want you to hold back,” you continued, fingertips running over his cheekbone in a sweet caress, tingles ignited in their wake. “I promise I can take it—I promise I like it.”

“And if you don’t—?”

“If I don’t, I promise I’ll tell you.” Your nails dug into his cheek slightly, eyes turned serious as they searched his face. “But I will never, ever judge you.” 

And in that moment he could tell, instantly, immediately and irrevocably, that you had been telling the truth; that you had just laid your soul bare and raw in his hands and entrusted him to keep it safe, to refrain from criticism or condemnation—just as you promised to do to him. 

The tears had fell, then, each one streaming down his face a burden lifted from his chest, his caved ribs beginning to rise as light began to inflate his core, as acceptance and peace began to bud and flower from the seeds you had planted.

And you had caught them, kissed them, killed them with your lips and your tongue and your soft murmurs of affection, swallowed them down to hold them hostage in your belly, to keep him safe from such pain. 

Ever since this instance, your shared bedroom has been Phainon’s greatest sanctuary, freeing him from the shackles of his everyday duties and obligations, releasing him from the crushing weight of the numerous titles thrust upon him without his consent—worldbearer, deliverer, heir—and allowing him to be one thing and one thing only.

Himself. Pure, unadulterated, uncensored Phainon. 

You’ve let him be weak, spilling his fears and his anxieties and his self-doubts, messy and half-formed and smeared across your skin in rubs of his mouth and cracked whispers, only ever uttered beneath a sheet of moonlight.

You’ve let him be harsh, ranting about the unfairness of his situation, the unjustness of having such titles thrust upon him without wish or warning, the unreasonable requests constantly being made of him. 

You’ve let him be honest, lamenting about how much he doesn’t want this—how much he has never wanted this—how desperately he longs to have a normal, simple, boring life free from the responsibilities of a future demigod, the saviour of the world.

You’ve let him be rough and sordid and nasty, let him emboss your ass with his teeth and tear at your flesh with his nails and paint your body so prettily with his shimmering seed a thousand times over. You’ve let him use you as his own personal fucktoy; let him blot his name across your skin in lilac collars of four fingers, stamped around your wrists, your arms, your neck; let him fuck you until his lungs burn and his throat is wrecked from ragged breaths, until your body’s gone limp and numb and pliable as the softest putty, until his vision is blurring and your vision is gone, shut off hours ago. 

And throughout it all, you have loved him, unequivocally and unconditionally.

And he wouldn’t trade his tiny shard of heaven with you, all gilded marble and fresh linen, tucked away in a corner of the Holy City, for the fucking world. 

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

in desperate need of a superhero who has every conceivable superpower...but isn't "overpowered" bc they're mediocre at everything. flight? i mean yeah they can fly. with all the grace of a drunken butterfly, bumping into multiple surfaces in the process, but yeah technically they're flying. super strength? sure with super butterfingers built-in, but it counts. laser eyes but their aim's for shit. they've saved the world as many times as they've endangered it by making a bad situation worse. the "good guys" and "bad guys" are equally apprehensive of having this person on their team

[confetti-smoker]

Rise & Fall

bonus turbo without glitchy filters:

[bucksaiga]

Hello. Me again. My post warning people about bots cloning posts broke containment a bit and my good friend @xofemeraldstars and I have been doing a little investigating.

If you look at this cloned post carefully, you'll notice a teofilo.io link beneath the cloned gif. Read More also leads to the same URL.

I did a URL scan, and the link itself leads to some live streaming website.

Kya and I tested a theory and filtered teofilo.io in our Filtered Post Content settings.

Then, we briefly checked the tags of a few affected fandoms and noticed the cloned posts had been successfully filtered out.

This does NOT solve the problem, but it does make it easier to figure out which posts to ignore and which blogs to block on sight. So I suggest you go to your settings and filter out teofilo.io

I'll be on the lookout for other links and update this post as needed. Feel free to reach out to me if you've seen other links too.

ALSO I don't know if this is connected for sure, but it may be ideal to go to the settings for all of your blog(s), scroll down to visibility, and turn ON prevent third-party sharing for that blog. (This is not a proven theory at all! Just a little preventative measure doesn't hurt)

And until this stops, accounts without icons/blank blogs...you are not off the hook. Please put something on your blog so we know you're real.

Btw this post will probably get filtered out once you filter the link so please don't block me lol

UPDATE:

Here is a list of post cloning bots that you should block. I will update the list if I come across more, or someone sends me another url

openlyhauntedspy

adamantdestinyluck

4/25/25 Update: The previous blogs were deleted and new blogs are popping up

[theokusgallery]

Little pet project of a human AU

The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here

[polinsated]

colin twirling penelope ( ,,◕ ̫ ◕,, ) + bonus background blurry twirly ♡

[irregularm4ngo]

this ended up very different to what i had planned lol

comms open on Ko-Fi !!