#das 'C'

[lorenzlund]

Ein nagelneuer Nahversorger namens All Ei at!! *AL(L)DI, Bäckerei wie auch ein neues Seniorenheim für Rheingönnheim - bezeichnet als Win-Win-Situation - für alle! Der Rollator für jedermann und schlicht jedes Alter!

'Der Bundestrainer der Behinderten Alex Zimpelig giibt auch der zweiten Reihe eine Chance wie Enrico (Schlaganfall, nun deswegen pflegebedürftig!) In der DDR war er noch Eisschnellläufer. 'Bin jetzt Diabetiker und abhängig von der Insulinpumple'. Er ist auf den Rollstuhl angewiesen. Zuhause fehlt der Treppenlift, ein Antrag auf Kostenübernahme scheiterte. Er muss nun auf dem Gesäß rutschend die Stufen nach oben bewältigen! Daniel Kinnbacke und Sepp Klein kehrten gerade ins Nationalteam zurück!!'

'Ein end-scheidender Schritt, um die die zu-kunfts-orientierte End-(ab)-wicklung für Rheingönnheim zu stärken und neue Angebote für Bürger wie Bürgerinnen zu schaffen, die Lebensqualität an sich zu verbessern!' (Jutta Steinerücken, OB)

'Auch Vereine können sich nun neu aufstellen!'

*(G)LI(E)DL *das POWE(H), 'R-Weh' *the marke (t); eine Stelle markieren.

*(P)o-g(ay)-hurt mit Früchte-aroma: Ar*** einer Oma. 'Herzen'. Man go Füllung.

'Männer, besitzen Herzen immer gleich doppelt. Frauen von ihr haben entweder gar keines - oder nur eines'. (bereits sehr ur-alte Weisheit des Universums)

[dabisbratz]

I WAS THE ANON WHO SENT THE “I want a big man to rearrange my guts” NAD YOU HAVE ME THINKING OMGG

Choso would be sooo impatient tho, I feel like he wouldn’t even wait for u to adjust !! :3

mhm :c his hair fallin in his face, desperate breaths n whiny whimpers leavin his pretty lips, whispers “ c’mon, just a little, you can take it, know you can.. ” like he’s coaxin you open, pushin past your entrance n just. . destroyin you, grunts n gasps of “ i know, msorry, i know.. i just can’t help myself, you feel too good ” as his hips snap over n over, y’swear you can feel it in your ribs :c his hands diggin into your hips as he eases you up n off his cock, just to bury himself back inside without givin you a breather :c he swears you’re meltin around him, so warm n grippin his cock like a vice, milkin him for all he’s worth— how can he help himself when he knows you feel so good !! y’take it so well ?? !! coos at your cries, shushes you in attempt t’soothe, but never slows down— he physically can’t. once he feels your walls wrapped around him he’s done for, can’t help but pound into you with each slurp n squelch of his cock as you tighten around him, can’t help but fuck into you t’satiate the erratic spasming of your pretty lil hole :c

[stephicness]

Cidolfus Telamon -- Eikon of Ramuh

[auntymurda]

lil wayne for vibe magazine. — 2007

[pdouwes]

Feuer! Feuer! Manderley in F l a m m e n ! Rettet, was ihr tragen könnt, schneller, schneller, schneller!

[rudydaberry5]

[brainwormcity]

This headline popped up on my phone and I just...

[mordhiobhail]

the JLI goes drinking

[hachiibun]

Commission for @chaoticfeathers of their OC and Da/nte from D/M/C

When Kisa gave me the comm prompt, I knew what I wanted to deliver, and I'm pretty pleased with what I came up with! Hope you guys like this too!

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[eurydia]

DA:I x BG3 Tarot (2/-) The Hierophant - Zevlor [commission info]

[bishopony]

another new girl Silver Lining! <3

[piggiebonez]

dib having a reasonable discussion with nny

z*adrs dni. GET SCABIES AND DIE. applicable to other proship jizz guzzlers as well

[weirdlookindog]

The Hell

Illustration from 'Das Welttheater, oder die allgemeine Weltgeschichte von der Schöpfung bis zum Jahr 1840', by C. Strahlheim, 1834.

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[pdouwes]

FINALE ERSTER AKT | Willemijn Verkaik as Mrs. Danvers in REBECCA das Musical (Vienna, June 2023)

[monsterfloofs]

Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.

To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.

Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.

You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.

You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.

Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.

It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.

Something.

Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.

You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.

A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.

"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"

They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.

They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"

With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.

"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"

S i g h.

You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.

"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"

You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.

They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."

You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.

"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"

You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.

When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.

"Really?"

You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.

"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"

Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.

"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"

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[sebnameyourcar]

i think a key component of sports fan accounts is holding grudges on behalf of your favourite team/athlete. it’s part of the natural ecosystem