#definetly

[mellozheist]

8 more pirates

[gayastrophilehistoryfreak]

an idea just came flying into my head just now. what if trans!regulus hated wearing makeup cause it made him look "girly", but as he grew older and sirius started wearing it and regulus kind of liked it, he tries wearing just eyeliner. he spends his free time trying to perfect it, and once he does he wears it to school.

Regulus: *just breathing*

Sirius: *holding up a butter knife* OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!?

Regulus: *activate scowl* It's just me, you idiot.

Sirius: Are you wearing...

Sirius: ...eyeliner?...

Regulus: Yeah, so?

Sirius: *crying* This is the best moment of my entire existence.

Regulus: I thought meeting Lupin was the best moment.

Sirius: Well, this is the second.

*LATER*

James: Pads, do you want pizza or -

James: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY REG?!?

Regulus: WILL EVERYONE PLEASE STOP OVERREACTING?!??!

[sibmakesart]

@melonteee intro made me laugh

and then i cried

[vilmsstuff]

It's vampire timeeeeee

[egggod17]

here they are

also if you cant understand my handwriting just ask me what it says (sometimes even i cant read my handwriting)

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Blood into Roses, Roses into Honey

Explicit, Princess x OC, OC x OC(minor) Character death, Torture, Imprisonment, Canon-typical Princess, and Canon Typical Red Honey. Shooting, Stabbing, Jealousy, hands in mouth friday saturday. P.O.V. of the Captive. The Dove has achieved permanent death, and so has the Long-Dead Lover. And The Jealous Ex-Suitor. Stockholm Syndrome (yes I know it's not real but that's the better name for this), Migraines, No beta we visit the boatman like the PC. Bee-less. Please heed the tags. Word count: 1,518

The Love-Sick Captive is a private honey-hive who's developed feelings for the Princess they feed.

The final harvest of the night was done, completed. The Servant Apiarists of the Palace carried away the collected batches of honey. Organized, labelled, and red as blood. As a pair of servants filed past their cage, the Love-Sick Captive could just hear their whispers. "The Princess requested Agatha be the one to bring her honey tonight" "Damnit, we're already short-staffed with the washing, and now this? Ugh, why is it always the redheads?" Ah, the Princess. The Captive had known for... so very long who their memories were being fed to. Whom they belonged to. A Junior Apiarist had let it slip the night they were moved from the main garden to this smaller one.

They ought to be honored, he had said. Knowing their memories were being reserved for her tongue only, not to be devoured by just anyone. They would have a place of honour, a gilded cage in her personal Garden. The Captive had resented his words at the time, postulating that one cage was the same as another, gold or iron.The Apiarist had no rebuttal. Instead, he moved to transfer them to their new cage. When they attempted to escape, he had forced them inside, rougher than 'honor' would have suggested. They had already been weakened by their capture the day prior, let alone the initial feeding of that morning.

The Princess rarely tended to her Garden herself, but she was known to make visits. She had made one such visit that night. Her beauty was the most terrible thing. The Captive had spat at her feet as she approached. "Now now, little Flower. No need to be so sour," she cooed. When she reached a finger inside their cage, the Captive was quick, and bit down with force. She did not react as they had hoped.

The Princess rarely tended to her Garden herself, but she was known to make visits. She had made one such visit that night. Her beauty was the most terrible thing. The Captive had spat at her feet as she approached. "Now now, little Flower. No need to be so sour," she cooed. When she reached a finger inside their cage, the Captive was quick, and bit down with force. She did not react as they had hoped. Instead of the expected yelp, her smile became sharp as a mirror shard, and she pinched their lower jaw with her thumb and bitten pointer finger. The Captive wailed as they tasted blood. She pulled their head upwards, and it was only then that they met her eyes. A the the time, the Captive would have sworn her eyes were blue, but every time they tried to remember, they were red as blood, roses, or honey. Those things were always linked. Regardless of color, they had an effect. She had explained the circumstances of their capture to them. They already knew what had happened. They were protesting the Queen's rule when Constable surronded them. Some had escaped. Most were captured. Only a few were taken to the Gardens.

The longer she looked at them, the weaker they became, in both mind and will. Eventually, it reached a point where she practically had to hold them up by their jaw alone. As she spoke, she would massage their tongue, or teeth. Their mind was revolted, but their body less so. They were certain they had drooled enough to soak through her glove. When she asked if they had regretted it, they nodded. She laughed like the shattering of glass. That was their first meeting with her. It was a memory that would never be feasted upon. The only one truly theirs, and it reeked of defiance. It stung worse than any memory-feeding could.

They had been moved here for their "immaculate selection" of memories, and "superior feelings" brought upon during consumption.That first feeding had left them feeling like wine at a tasting-party, except for the shrieking agony. Over time, the sensations became expected, familiar, and then, even pleasurable. When one is flogged near constantly, they must learn to eroticize the whip. And when one's pain brings euphoric pleasure to the person controlling the whip, well, a bond is already formed. Why fight against the nature of it all? The Princess hand-picked them as special. Chose them to provide for her, maybe even fought her own siblings for possession of them, and wasn't that romantic? If they imagined her hands sneaking in through their cage once more, slipping between their undergarments, it was nothing more than the intimacy already shared between them. She had seen so much of them already.

The gaslights of the Garden began to burn auras into the Captive's eyesight. They felt flattered. After so long, they had learned the indicators and symptoms of being chosen. This was the first. The pressure behind their eyes, which brings the Captive into the fetal position is the next. They have learned not to hold back their screams, for her Highness enjoys the music.

The Gardens wash away like an unvarnished painting in the rain. The Love-Sick Captive is in their own memory once again. This time, it is shared with an unseen, but not unknown, and not unwanted, presence. This one is- A Memory Of Devotion -a tragic, and painful day. It is made more painful by the Princess' forceful insertion. Her molestation of their memories brings the feeling of a dagger tracing whorls into their mind. There is a quality to the memory that it should not have; The smell of the Garden's roses, blood, honey, and a cloying, mind-fogging scent of violets. The Princess' personal perfume. The Captive breathes deeply through the pain which threatens to split their skull. Her closeness intoxicates them, though they cannot see, feel, or hear her. They intend to suffer beautifully for her tonight. The memory of a Long-Dead Lover is before them both. The Captive recognizes which memory this is. Once, they would have begged for her to stop, please, not this one, they can't relive this. Tonight, their shrieks will be of devotion and offering. Tears wet the Captive's cheeks. They wish to do for the Princess tonight, what their Lover did for them this remembered night.

Their Lover. He takes them by their shoulders, tells them under sweet sunlight how he loves them. Pain wraps from their eye up and around their skull, and down to their neck. A different pain wraps around their heart when his expression changes. Their body writhes, but their form is still as it's pulled into an embrace.  He pulls out a pistol, and unloads as many bullets as the gun has, before twirling them in a half circle away from the gunpowder cloud. It is a poor imitation of a dance. The smell of violets is choking now. It drowns out any sensation but agony. 'She's excited to see what happens next' the Captive thinks. Through the perfume and honey, blood, roses, they imagine the things her hands might be doing at this moment. Certainly their pain and pleasure are intertwined. Logic follows that the more they suffer, the more euphoric it is for her.

They cannot help but dread what will come next. The Long-Dead Lover gasps as the knife punctures his chest. Again and again in a fierce assault. As the Captive's pain begins to mount rapidly, the memory spots the attacker. A Jealous Ex-Suitor. Someone who had once reasoned that he would kill the Captive for their betrayal. As soon as he is spotted, his already foggy eyes close, and he falls. Dead, minutes too late. His fury had propelled one final act of violence.  And then too, the Lover's body fails and falls. Are the Captive's shrieks only remembered? Their pain is nearing an apex. Gravity drags them to their knees. Two paramours, each dedicated enough to kill. Both dead, blood thick and red as honey, blooming roses from their wounds. The Captive's body tenses, paralyzed as the pain reaches a breaking point. They are suspended in their torment for her. Have they done well? Has she received what she wished? Tears pool in the Garden as their pain crosses the tipping point. Slowly, so slowly, the agony and trance fade. Too quickly, they are alone again, and back in gilded bars.They feel less like wine nowadays, and more like a full course meal, Thoroughly enjoyed, and hollowed to the bone. Much pain still lingers, but moreso they are exhausted. Violets still cloud their mind. They think of her, consumed in ecstasy, their own bloody, rose-tasting honey upon her silver tongue. They were the first chosen to be indulged upon tonight. The Junior Apiarist was correct, it was an honour to bring the Princess her nightly pleasures. The thought of exactly which nightly pleasure sends an eager thrill down their spent body.

~~~

The Captive was awoken early the next morning. They rubbed their puffy, sore-covered eyes, getting them to focus on.. oh. The Captive forced themself into a kneeling position when they saw her. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning, your Highness." "Open," she commanded. They opened their mouth, quickly and obediently.

"Good," she cooed, reached through their cage, and took them by the mouth once more. The Captivating Princess lifted them to meet her gaze. Her perfume coated their tongue, and they melted in response. "My, how you've bloomed, sweet Flower." She leaned close to the bars that separated them, and whispered "I greatly enjoyed myself last night. I look forward to the rest of your batch." The Captive keened under her praise.

[mythical-bookworm]

Day 10: Family

"Doc!" Marty exclaims, hopping out of his truck. "You said it was an emergency!"

"Indeed!" Doc replies, the Brown family outside. "We must take a picture for the family Christmas card!"

"Oh, cool." Marty says in relief. "Where's the camera?"

"The camera? Why do you want a camera for the picture?"

"To take it...?"

"How are you taking the picture if your in the picture?" Doc asks.

Marty is taken aback. "In the picture-? Doc this is a family-"

Doc raises an eyebrow, making the teen stop.

"Come on come on!" Verne exclaims, dragging Marty over with the rest of the Browns.

Guys I can just picture it 😭

Merry Christmas guys! I hope this makes you cry like it does for me I've had this idea in my head all week and I'm so glad I got to do this.

Time taken: ~3.5 hours

Definitely rushed this uhhhhhh so there are some things a little off but let me tell you this challenge has made me so much faster at drawing humans!

So this will be the last prompt I'm going to do. Thank you everyone for all your amazing support. I hope I made you guys smile and laugh at least once, I know I've made myself do that a few times! I had a great time doing this and I learned a lot.

Guys I might also be crying that I'm done with these prompts these things stressed me out but made me so happy haha.

[homoashell]

So glad I don't know you irl bc I drew you on all my schoolwork and in my sketchbook and I show my friend your posts at lunch and I stare at pictures of you you post rarely and you areny allowed to know that

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Not me working on the Nuzi art and writing "there should be a dick here. a big one too" on N's pelvis while sketching the guy

Edit: i wanna tag the person that made this word but also i want to keep them anonymous out of respect, so i think i'm gonna ask 'em for permission first

Edit 2: i CAN tag him!! @akachan3000, anyway!

✨~DRONENIS~✨

wHEeEeeEEEeeeeeze

[godofthestupid]

I'm so normal about Gavis Bettel's new outfit

I am so normal in fact I only sent 259 messeges to @dragonscereals at 4 in the morning and 80% being photos of the new outfit

I could've been not normal and sent 260 messeges!

I am so normal I definetly don't have at least ten illustration ideas waiting to be made

I am so normal

[coconuts-are-mammals]

*slaps roof of old man* this bad boy can fit so much mental breakdowns and horrific visions in it

[whitevesper]

six of crows characters as things my friends have said pt. 2

wylan: so we are going to calmly enjoy the ending of exams?

kaz: *scheming face*

wylan: SO WE ARE GOING TO CALMLY ENJOY ENDING OF THE EXAMS, AREN’T WE?

inej: calmly? with kaz? no way

[laski-and-sage]

-Alucard and Anderson having a fight-

*Anderson waiting for Alucard to get out of the shower*

*Hears him singing*

Anderson: Will you quit singing?

Alucard: What?

Anderson: QUIT SINGING! IT'S LAME!

Alucard: WHEN I'M IN THE SHOWER TWO THINGS GET TO BE FREE!

Alucard: MY BALLS

Alucard: AND MY SOUL!

[th3lost4uthor]

Past Yugo [entering the kitchen] : Hey, has anyone seen a bunch of kids ? I was supposed to watch over them when-

Past Qilby [eyes foggy upon a cup of tea] : Ha ! Mother once said the exact same thing to me and Shinonome !

Past Yugo : ...

Past Qilby [laughing quietly] : I haven't seen her ever since.

Past Yugo [trying to reach for him] : Qil-

Past Chibi [walking by] : Oy, dudes ! I'm gonna buy some cig' really quick ! Don't wait for me for din-

Past Qilby [still fixed on his cup] : That is quite funny, because Father actually said s-

Past Yugo [desperate] : SSSTTTTOOOOOPPP !!!

- mind the tags ^^'

[automeris-io-moth]

Thank you thank you! Are you gonna do a part six? Ik you’re probably tired of me by now, but i’m a writer too, but being in a new platform for people to judge my snippets is terrifying. I know it’s not your problem; i was just wondering if you had any advice?

Yes! I have a few requests for a part six and I really wanna get to it, I just have to think a little in which direction I'm taking it, I didn't think I would make more that one part so I didn't have any plans for it lol.

And don't worry! we all get confused in a new platform :D

I love to read things from new writers, I hope I can read something of yours soon.

And, as an advice I'd just say that you write what you want to read! And don't get dissapointed if at first you don't reach as much people as you would want to, getting discovered takes time, and not even that assures that you'll get the same engagement in every single thing you post, and that's okay!

Write and post what makes you happy so it doesn't become a chore.

I'll warn that some genres and some themes won't get as far as others cause they just don't trend that much, don't let that stop you from writing them, if you like them, someone else will too.

I would like to say, tho, that it's important that you learn how to tag, tags will get you a long way, so pay attention to those in the works you consume, so you'll know how to put them on your own, what is whatever you're writing called in those.

[yumoirail]

having a partner is life changing, i suddenly want to live more