#event: corruption

[theworldsarchitect]

-> It's now or never. And Chance wasn't going to let bad feelings settle any longer. He knocked on the door once then waited for a response. - @casino-connoisseur

[There wasn't an answer. Nobody came to answer the door. However, faint sounds could be heard, as if claws were scraping against wood.. someone was in there, that's for sure, but they didn't answer the door. Builderman usually kept his door open when he wasn't in his room, so he had to be in there, right..? Just had to..]

[in4newz]

Federal workers are going off.

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[politijohn]

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[puppydyk3]

taking His cock and being so overwhelmed with how good it feels so you moan out “is this what being straight feels like?” and then cumming on His cock all while thanking Him for making you His happy little straight girl <3

[theworldsarchitect]

[He closed his eyes and bowed his head. It wasn't like he could say anything. There were spikes nearly all across the lower part of his face. Some even trailed down his neck. Some on his arms and a few on his legs, but one of the largest bundles were on his shoulder, nearly perfectly replicating John's own. Whether that was on purpose of coincidental, it didn't matter.

His arm fell to his side and he looked up at the beast again. He looked mighty compared to himself, a God among men, the rightful owner of that title. He took a cautious step forward.]

[Gentle scraping noises began getting louder and louder, smooth, solid claws sharpening themselves on stone. And then, when they were at their loudest, they stopped.

The source of the scraping sound stared blankly, and even the voices quieted down as John came into his view.

...It was David.]

( @theworldsarchitect [Smiling deviousl y])

"Well, well, well now..." -> The king rose from his throne, the gentle hum of corruption seemed to consume the very space that the two entities inhabited. John smiled, his mutated claws flexing slightly. "Look who finally showed up..."

[jayparked]

99 Jungwon

warnings: f2l, inexperienced reader, oral (m.rec.), corruption kink

wc: 519

"you swear you've never sucked cock before?" jungwon pants, chest rising and falling quickly as he attempts to maintain some sort of composure while you deepthroat him almost too casually.

you glance up at him with large doe eyes, shaking your head slightly with the tip of his cock still between your lips. you let out a low grumble in response, making jungwon groan and stumble forward from the vibration. you let yourself gag on him, wanting him to experience the full satisfaction that he's slightly too big for your inexperienced mouth.

"fuck, could've fooled me. this mouth was made for me."

it's hard not to smile at the compliment. instead, you keep bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to flatten your tongue alongside him as you do so. drool is pooling down the corners of your mouth and your vision is starting to get blurry from the tears, but you don't care. you've been wanting this for so long and seeing jungwon's face contort with twisted pleasure just from your ministrations is enough to have a pool of your own arousal dripping to the floor.

"i can't believe no one has had you like this before. now that i've got you like this i don't think i can let you go."

you pull away from him with a gasp, wiping the drool and precum off your face with the back of your hand. "you can have all of me if that's what you want." you look up at him excitedly, expectingly even. everything leading up to this moment has been only a tinnnyyy bit calculated by you. okay maybe a LOT. but who could blame you? you've had a crush on jungwon for as long as you could remember. but instead of confessing your feelings for your friend like a normal person, you decided to complain to him about being inexperienced. hoping, praying, that he'd take the bait and offer to show you how it's done.

easiest catch of your life. the sentence was barely out of your mouth before jungwon was eagerly offering you his swollen and needy cock.

little did you know he was actually trying to come up with a similar plan of his own.

"y-you can't just...say stuff like that...while looking at me like that," jungwon moans, hands coming forward to cusp your cheeks before moving his hips back and forth at a more steady pace.

"fuck, okay. i wanted to come down your throat but now you're making me think of...other things. has anyone been inside you before?"

he's still rocking his length in and out of your throat so all you can do is attempt to convey your answer with your eyes.

"o-okay. i have so much to teach you then. a-ahhh-," jungwon hisses as you swallow around him, "if your mouth is already this good i can only imagine what your pussy will feel like. lay on your back will you? i want to get you prepped first," he smirks, hovering over you and holding your gaze as you lie down, "it's gonna be a long night."

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[sheikfangirl]

Alternate Totk headcanon: Puppet Zelda won and and broke Link. He got entirely consumed by hatred and despair and is beyond saving now. No hope, no heart, unredeemable. Link is Puppet Zelda's corrupted knight. He is Dark Link.

[theworldsarchitect]

[Oh, geez. Seems he walked on at the wrong time, once again... His confidence was replaced with concern, and he stepped into his room, closing the door behind him.]

"..S0rry. Thought I could... try t' l1ghten th' mood."

[He stares down at Elliot's hands, coiling around eachother, and felt a pang of empathy. Yeah, he was stressed out, too. He has no idea what's been going on.

And, frankly, Elliot didn't look too hot, either.. or was he looking.. way too hot..?

Either way, worry began to surge through the builder, and he decided to take a few, slow, cautious steps forward. With his gloved hands, he took Elliot's into his own and rubbed them with his thumbs. He smiled down at Elliot, the sadness he'd usually feel strangely... Not there.

He decided against taking off his gloves. He didn't need Elliot knowing on what was going on with his current state. Plus, he.. hadn't shown Elliot yet. Really, the only people who knew about them were Shedletsky and the Anons.]

"Ya wanna talk 'bout 1t? Ya ain't g0nna be left alone anymore, even 1f ya wanna be. Ya look l1ke yer ready t' c0llapse."

[He keeps his voice soft, and he leans into Elliot's face just a bit.]

"Or if ya just want.. c0mpany.. I could give that, to0."

"Hmm! Heard y'all's was talk1n' 'bout me."

[He stands in your doorway smiling.]

"So, how're we d0in', Star? Sorry I haven't checked on ya 1n a bit. I been... Busy."

@theworldsarchitect (I got impatient lel)

"Please don't.. I.." Elliot couldn't form words, he hasn't moved from his spot in a while. "I don't.. not now please.." he looked away, he hated this. Why did everyone worry.. why did they worry about him. Elliot fidgeted.

"I...I mean we were but.. please.. I'm so scared.." They mutter, Elliot only seemed to be getting worse as of late. What was even going on, why? Everyone seemed to be comforting them, reassuring them. They appreciated all the care, surely it would've helped a bit? No, things keep getting worse.. and gods they're so scared..

[theworldsarchitect]

The pills wore off, feeling kinda silly >o<

Double Canon post today??? Wowahhhh never happens I sarcastically say sarcastically

[egophiliac]

...okay, one more, because Epel's white rabbit outfit is SENDING me. everyone in this event looks like a decadent little pastry and I want to eat them all.

(credit: lace stock)

[politijohn]

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[theworldsarchitect]

[He doesn't flinch, staring blankly at the icy man in front of him. He blinked slowly, and his eyes looked almost hollow, empty. There were scars across his face, along with open wounds that seemed to have something.. growing out of them. Something pitch black, something sinister.

His expression was as blank as his eyes, unmoving, the only part that was moving were the two hollow spectacles, darting around the icy man's face, taking in every detail. This was it, his target. Exactly who he was told to collect. He didn't take his hand off of ITrapped's shoulder, instead letting his claws dig in. He wasn't about to let this specimen go.]

"Y0u.. are needed."

[His voice was ragged, painful, and his breath smelled of the metallic smell of blood. He seemed almost inhumane, no longer man.

Even if ITrapped decided to not come along quietly, that would be no bother. He had been given ways of shutting up any man.]

[He wasted no time. After all, it was what he was told to do. The staggering, limping footsteps made no point to be silent as they inched closer behind him. He could feel the cold radiating off of the princely man, and it was sickening.

A clawed hand placed itself on his shoulder, digging into his attire possessively.]

[ @theworldsarchitect ]

-> The frostbitten heir had been brought along on one of the survivors little "supply runs", the heir having gotten a touch separated from the sentinel and other survivor who came with them. -> Although it seems the corrupted mess of a man made a big mistake when it came to grabbing the heir. An almost searing yet icy feeling washed over the other as a shimmering pale blue blade met "Builderman's" face. "DON'T TOUCH ME, PEASANT!"

[reality-detective]

An alternate angle on the Francis Scott Key Bridge shows what appears to be a large explosion, which you can see 👀 from the other angles I posted. Something reeks like a possible Black Swan Event?

Does it seem like a barge bumping into a pillar would cause the whole bridge to collapse? 🤔

[mistprints]

The year is 2027. RFK jr. is now using 'tumblr account holder' as a way to identify and round up the last of the mentally ill, undiagnosed neurodivergent, and those on The List who slipped under his radar in their final bastion of safety. They aren't going down without a fight. It would be one Loss truly too great to bear.

[bluejulius]

Okay, I have to ask. Since you got Heather and Dagur, do you have any ideas for Viggo in the Howdy train your dragon AU? 👀

Just for fun, here’s Viggo! He would actually be running his trade from London, getting Ryker to do his dirty work from afar, but after multiple letters recounting his workers’s failures he decides to pay the west a visit himself.

Here he is, conspiring to capture the elusive dark horse known as the Night’s Fury. (how much do you think Drago Bludvist would be willing to pay for such a beast?)