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[groovygladiatorsheep]

Why can’t everyone just go away. Except you, you can stay. 🎵

I’m very mentally ill about the relationship between Doodle ( Past Ink ) and Ink. Very ever so unhealthy in love with the idea of it, if you will…..

I swear I’ll expand on them, I have one more art I’m working on right now :3

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Ink and Doodle belongs to | @comyet <3

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[your-dead-european-ancestor]

Cannibalism as an act of love is sooo fascinating to me. Your corpse couldve fed the earth but i'm selfish. I'll hold you close and your blood will stain my clothes and my teeth and my hands. My kiss will turn into bites and words into prayers. You're soft and sweet and i'm afraid you wont last long. But you will. You will feed me and nourish me and fuel me. And i wont lose you because you'll be part of me. One day my corpse will feed the earth and it'll forgive my selfish deed. I'm full of love and i'm starving

[flinxypie]

My fish is late but my fish is here! He was officially drawn in may but I hated colouring him but at least he’s here now!

[bimbosanddolls]

Choose Your Own Adventure: The Dark Sorceress

You stand outside the door to the Midnight Cathedral’s throne room. Inside, you’re certain that you will find the Dark Sorceress Narcissa. The very thought of her sends a chill through your body. For years, Narcissa has tormented your kingdom. Tales of princesses being vanished away, curses placed upon entire towns and villages, and countless other terrible stories are whispered throughout the taverns and castles alike. In an attempt to finally cast the shadow of Narcissa away once and for all, a group of promising heroines were assembled and trained to become a new Order of Witch Slayers. You are the fifth Slayer to be tasked with Narcissa’s defeat; the first four having never been seen again after storming the Cathedral. You shudder as you think of your fellow Slayers before taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You would be the one to finally end the Sorceress' reign of terror and avenge your sisters. With a renewed sense of purpose, you summon a blast of wind magic and send the heavy onyx doors flying open. Inside the throne room, your bold entrance has fallen surprisingly flat. Four veiled figures turn their heads and, though you cannot see their eyes, you can feel their gaze on you. It feels familiar but unfriendly. You’ve interrupted something and they are not pleased. You notice that they are nude; their lithe bodies in stark contrast to the sheer, black veils they wear. Between them, dressed in a long, black gown, sits the Dark Sorceress herself. Her eyes are also fixed on you, but you do not sense any concern in them. Instead, you see her blood red lips curve into a wicked smile as Narcissa stands from her throne and takes a step forward. “My my, what do we have here?” her words are heavy and sensuous. “Had I known we were expecting company, I would have dressed the girls in something a little more… appropriate.” You can feel your blood begin to boil. It’s clear she doesn’t see you as a threat. You reach for the blade at your hip but freeze when your eyes dart from the Sorceress to her attendants. A look of disbelief washes over your face, and Narcissa responds with a knowing laugh. “Oh? Did you notice your friends? Or, forgive me, were they your sisters? I never did bother to understand the structure of your little Order.” You look past her again, taking a moment to focus on each woman still kneeling by the throne. Narcissa wasn’t wrong; these were indeed the missing Slayers. Each of them is recognizable to you, yet different. The fire that previously burned in each of their eyes is now doused. Their toned bodies appear softer, and more inviting. You can’t tell whether either is the result of the Dark Sorceress’ magic but you suppose it doesn’t truly matter right now. Your mission is clear; slay the witch. Rescuing your allies would have to come later. You reach for your blade again, determined to finish this once and for all. If Narcissa is worried at all, her expression does not show it. “Oh darling,” she purrs, “do you really think that cheap piece of steel is going to do anything to me? It doesn’t need to be this way, you know. You could join me, join the others."

She gestures back towards your sisters, "Don’t they seem happy? Does it really seem as though I’ve harmed them in any way? I know you all consider me to be some sort of ‘Dark Sorceress’ but I assure you I am a very kind and loving Mistress.” You say nothing but your eyes shoot back to the former Slayers. Could it be true? Or was this just another one of Narcissa’s evil tricks? Perhaps seeing your hesitation, she takes the opportunity to elaborate. “Think about it, dear. They took you from your families, trained you to little more than tools for their cause, and denied you the chance to make your own path. All I’ve done is offer your ‘sisters’ a choice. And now I offer you the same. You may join us and experience a life of your own, a life that the people you mean to defend have hidden from you. Or, you can fight and feel the fullest extent of my power.”

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Here's to systems who overwork themselves!

It can be hard to take a step back when you're so used to being in the driver's seat, so to speak. Today, we acknowledge the struggles the average system goes through, and how hard they work to be functional.

Shoutout to:

People who try to front longer than they know they should

Plurals who have to front longer than they're supposed to

Systems who struggle with switching, even if they try

Those who ended up splitting off a part for chores, school, a job, etc.

The ones who feel like they're barely making it right now

People who have to face ableism daily

And anyone else who's just having a hard time at the moment with the current state of things

I say this a lot, but... I love you. Truly. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I know what it's like to be constantly at odds with the world, and... I see you. I see your efforts. You're doing much better than it seems, I promise.

It's not going to be like this forever; the sun will shine, the birds will sing, and you will be loved even if you don't know it. I'm one of the ones who will, if no one else does.

Stay safe, ok?

🖤💜💙💚💛

[transrevolutions]

if it's close to one of the first three options, choose the closest one. the last button is intended for if you see it as something wildly different. feel free to include your answer in the tags!

[turtleblogatlast]

Here’s all the answers from this post regarding the question of “what instrument sounds would you correlate with the boys’ movements/fighting styles?”! Got a lottt of answers here, and although some were more talking about what the boys’ personality’s or actual instruments would be, I like that we got a huge variety anyway!

I’ll go through the answers more thoroughly later to see what common themes there are and when I do I’ll talk more about my own ideas for the boys but here’s the answers!:

There’s a LOT of text in here so I recommend looking into the notes of the linked post if you want to more thoroughly see what everyone says!

[nat-stimmy]

Gold (SOURCE)

[galaxyhanart]

hi besties the first week of college hit me like a truck so take this Little Guy I did as a break from my storyboards @eternalglitch

[thunderon]

at any given time im thinking about ‘Lord Byron’s “Fare Thee Well,” or “I Just Think It’s Funny How”’:

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[alliumdykes]

Guys sex isn’t real its made up by storks to sell more babies

[wheels-of-despair]

Revenge of the Freaks Summary: The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently. Contains: Sweet revenge, don't try this at home. Words: 1k-ish Note: Part of my Evil Woman universe, but more of a Hellfire story than an explicit Eddie pairing. Can be read as a standalone.

Everybody expects to get pranked on April Fool's Day.

Everyone, everywhere, is suspicious of everything. Especially at Hawkins High. Even the cafeteria ladies get side-eyed when students pick up their trays, wondering if there's a little something extra in their pudding today. No one touches the salt and pepper shakers. No one accepts any gifts. Don't even bother trying to share your food. Check the toilet for plastic wrap before you use it. Beware the sink. For 24 hours, everyone is on high alert.

Because everyone is expecting to get pranked on April 1st.

They are not, however, expecting to get pranked on April 2nd.

As your April Fool's Day prank for the Hellfire table, you brought in cookies.

Not toothpaste Oreos. Those are a waste of both toothpaste and cookies. (Although nobody would've complained about being the designated Eater of the Creme Filling.)

Your April Fool's Day Cookies contained M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and Skittles. It counted as a prank because nobody was sure exactly what they were biting into, other than a circle of butter and sugar. But they were actually quite good. You passed them around, and you all shared a laugh and a few cookies. In case anyone was watching.

On April 2nd, when everyone let their guards down and thought they were safe again, Hellfire would strike.

People would suspect Eddie. Eddie was loud and lively and definitely stood out. The rest of you? Unless someone was looking for a punching bag, you all seemed to sort of fade into the background.

You'd be using this to your advantage.

You'd been plotting for months, and finally had a game plan in place.

For Jackie, who asked out Gareth on a dare and burst out laughing when he stuttered through his nervous response, a locker full of dead ladybugs. You'd found a pile of them in the attic and didn't want them to go to waste, so you swept them into a plastic bag and kept them for a special occasion. Showing her what a lady looked like seemed like a good one.

For Chip and his fancy new car, which he nearly ran over Jeff with while revving obnoxiously and laughing with his friends, a piece of bologna on the hood. It would fry in the sun during the school day and leave a marvelously discolored circle there, until his daddy paid to get it fixed. Until then, someone might throw out the phrase "asshole-mobile" a few times and hope it stuck.

For Brandon, who drew unflattering caricatures of Grant on the blackboard in first period every day for a week before he lost interest, a mouse trap would find its way into his backpack. A thoughtful gift for his creative hands. No idea how it got there.

For Troy, who successfully tripped Mike into Lucas one day and attempted to stuff Dustin into a locker the next, tiny bits of chocolate would appear on his chair. (The smaller the pieces, the faster they melt.) The boys had told you about a similar kind of incident with Troy in middle school, and you didn't want to ruin his reputation.

For Ashley, who took credit for spreading the rumor that you were spreading your legs for all of the freaks in town, a very professional-looking letter from the Hawkins Free Clinic would arrive at her house to inform her that she had a venereal disease. Several pamphlets on safe sex were included.

For Mrs. O'Donnell, whose hatred of Eddie seemed to intensify by the day, a loose screw on her desk chair. It would be a real shame if she were to fall on her ass so hard, it broke the stick that had been up it since 1962.

For Jason, who was generally unpleasant to you all, tiny balloons that appeared to be haunting him. Everywhere he went, a tiny balloon or two would appear on the ground nearby. This puzzled everyone, until somebody loudly suggested that he had to use those because regular condoms were too big for him. Wonder who that could have been.

And for the rest of the basketball team, something special to show your appreciation for the way they ruled both the court and the school. Let's go, Tigers.

A few weeks ago, you and Eddie had taken a little trip to a pharmacy two towns over and bought the cheapest, worst-smelling perfume you could find. It was the kind of perfume that an old lady in a fake fur coat might wear to Bingo on Wednesday nights at the VFW. The kind of smell that made you wish the stench of moth balls in her clothes was a little stronger, to help overpower it.

The Hawkins High gym lockers are more open than the lockers in the hallway. Instead of the standard slats on the top and bottom, there's a wire grate to allow for better airflow. Nobody likes a pile of sweaty teenage gym clothes. Just a few pumps of spray into the grate would have their letterman jackets smelling so bad, it was like a warning system. A Jock Alarm, if you will. You'd always be able to smell them coming, because that stuff wasn't ever going to come out.

Eddie spent all of his free time that day in the library, on his best behavior, under the watchful eye of the stern librarian. He was a good boy, just trying to work quietly on his English essay so he could graduate. She would attest to this, if asked, because he gave her a dandelion when he came in and smiled at her every time he got up to sharpen his pencil near her desk.

The recipients of your little gifts may have had their suspicions, but they couldn't prove a thing. No one paid attention to the nameless, faceless freaks of Hawkins High. No one batted an eye when a two-minute trip to the bathroom actually took eight. Or when an unfamiliar face passed through a hallway it had no classes in. Or when someone changed their shirt between periods because it suddenly smelled like an old lady.

After all, why would anyone want to prank people on April 2nd?

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

Hey guys, saw people complaining about felix trying to kiss ladybug without her consent in season 3 and it’s so fine to be uncomfy with it, that was kind of the point, but just wanted to give a little more context bc a lot of people havent seen the episode since it aired like four years ago???

the reason felix tried to kiss ladybug without her consent is he was desperate to get his own amok from hawkmoth,,,, and the only strategy he could come up with was “pickpocket some kinda bargaining chip” (same strategy he used in risk except he implemented it way better that time by knowing how to act respectful and non suspicious)

so he tried to get ladybugs earrings,,,, which he KNEW hawkmoth wanted,,,,,, and he could not beat ladybug in a fight and adrien had something going on with ladybug and its hard to pickpocket earrings,,,,,, so he made a stupid dumb attempt to kiss her to take her earrings that probably wouldnt have worked even if they had kissed,,,, he did not back away when she said “no” because thats not how thievery works,,, like,,,, he was trying to get close enough to pickpocket or mug her,,,, which is Where the issues stem from,,,,

and then he got punched in the face which he Did deserve dont get me wrong, ladybug was so incredible and iconic for that moment heck yeah

however he was not weird about consent to be creepy or whatever,,,, he was just trying to get his amok back and it made him do very dumb and bad things!! This is still bad its just a different Kind of bad with different solutions!!

and his arc is about recognizing that other people are people too,,, not just npcs that he needs to fight to survive,,, and also about realizing that his actions have consequences. Also that being nice to people and learning to listen and respect boundaries is actually helpful and good. This is in fact a very good lesson to teach children. Thank u

[golby-moon]

little something for @mbqnoyolo, who accidentally inspired me to draw drabble prompts instead of writing anything for some reason? idk where that came with but now it's here

Prompt 3/4: Tired/Awake

did somebody ask for probably human!Cas saved from the Empty but traumatized and now has trouble falling asleep due to it being so dark? yeah didn't think so. at least he has Dean to help him through it

I had way too much fun designing the pajama pants and gave Dean his hotdog pajamas along with an AC/DC t-shirt while Cas is wearing a Led Zeppelin with the angel (Google's saying Icarus?) logo that he probably stole from Dean. after a small poll, no one can seem to agree what the shapes on Cas' pants are supposed to be. I did make them to be bees, but the lines are quite think and they look like little rabbit heads to me now

some people said they look like skulls, though I see scissors before I see skulls. idk what they're supposed to be anymore tbh but I like their vibe

(09/04/23)

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Fic: Embarrassing

Orange Cassidy/Zack Sabre Jr., NC-17, ~3k

This is a game of chicken gone wrong. 

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"Oh, no no no," a voice says from behind, and Orange doesn't even have time to react before a hand grabs one of his wrists and an arm settles around his throat, restraining him and dragging him backward.

There's a mouth against his ear, muggy and cloying.

"We're not done here, sweetheart," it tells him.

Orange brings his free hand up, trying to dislodge the forearm around his neck, struggling and catching a flash of blond hair.

Of course it's Zack. It couldn't be anyone else.

"That's it, darling, just let it happen."

Orange's feet slip against the linoleum and it feels like a losing battle.

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