#king of (s)pain

[catboy-bride]

pre top surgery leon because it's good for my mental health

[my-illness-and-me]

I am not calm through the pain I am not soothed by the rain I am not brave like others would believe I just know how to smile and wave -the mad king wilbur//ari s., alex s. kelly d.

[hiloedits]

— eliava headers

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[ech0ech0ech0]

Neurotic/Erotic

AURORA, Soft Universe // A. S. King, I Crawl Through It // Will Wood and the Tapeworms, ¡Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic) // Bears In Trees, I’m Doing Push Ups // Anna-Marie McLemore, Wild Beauty // Will Wood, When Somebody Needs You // Halsey, Strangers

[pespillo]

im a full believer of the "Collector might Need a good parent but the ideas of what parents/siblings entail has been warped for so long by long lasting trauma they Literally need to step away from the isles for a good while to not overwhelm themself"

[sugaaaaaaaar]

Hello there, Sugar, since your art requests are open and I read everything that I needed, I will make a request!

Can I request a fight between Dark Choco Cookie and The King of Pain, my “oc”, it’s just a different design that I made of Dark Cacao Cookie, you can use your art style and doesn’t need to have much blood, perhaps some scratches or bruises.

The King of Pain is the manifestation of Dark Choco Cookie guilt, for almost killing his father, Dark Cacao Cookie, that’s why they have a similar appearance to Dark Cacao.

There’s a image of my oc in your dms

Thank you.

Ps: this request might get spammed, Tumblr is eating my asks lately.

I AM BACK IN THE BUSINESS, BABY

Bonus Reference:

Notes: Oh my goodness gracious, guys, I finally did a request. I am out here living my best life knowing that I still have it in me. I hope I did justice to your character. Thank you for requesting (I'm going to try to get another today yay)

[rhaegxr]

Because I am doing gifs for Rhaegar's alt. aesthetics FC and these scenes just gave me intense Rhaegar and Jon things based off the AU with @steel-winter-rose where Jon and Lyanna go back to King's Landing with Rhaegar after the war. Of course, I had to share. Let's pretend the guy is wearing black and red colors instead of white, and the bishop's headdress thing is a crown. PLS DO NOT REBLOG.

[jumpscaregoose]

recommending shaman king to friends is so hard because on one hand it's incredibly entertaining and sometimes has pretty good writing but on the other hand it is capable of sinking so so low into the pits of garbage and stupidity

[deus-ex-mona]

LIPxLIP and the Filming of the New Year’s Special Programme: Chapter 4

hakama h e l p

previous part (chapter 3)

next part (chapter 5)

The Day of the Programme—

Host: Now, let’s begin the New Year’s Variety Programme! May the participants please say a few words each…

Host: And here are our star attractions of the day… The popular heartthrobs from the idol unit of LIPxLIP!

Aizo: It’s nice to meet you!

Yujiro: I’ll do my best to achieve victory!

Host: Hey, Aizo and Yujiro. You guys are always seen together, but this time, you’re facing off against each other in a solo competition.

Host: How are you taking this?

Aizo: Ahh— I’m feeling nothing but the jitters, y’know?

Aizo: (Just kidding. I’m actually super chill with it, though.)

Chancing a glance at Yujiro, Aizo noted that, unlike their encounter on their day off, Yujiro had a friendly smile spread across his face.

Yujiro: I’m feeling rather uneasy too.

Yujiro: I’m so used to having Aizo by my side, so not having him here is a little…

Cheers and murmurs arose from the audience seats, as well as from the tiered gallery where all the performers were situated.

Yujiro: I think Aizo’s better suited for this kind of stuff, especially when it comes to variety programmes.

Yujiro: But I’m going to do what I can… to the best of my ability.

Aizo: Aww, if only I could support you by your side~! But we just so happen to be enemies this time~!

Aizo: (I’ll have to do my very best to stick around till the final round! If I don’t, this competition would’ve been for nothing!)

Host: Yup, yup, that’s sweet! I can see the love between you guys! Be sure to give it your all against each other!

Host: Now then, next up is—

Following that, the livestream continued to progress smoothly. However, the first event was, against Aizo’s expectations, the high jump—

Aizo: (Just as I’d expected, there’s a sports-related event, but…)

Aizo: Dammit! It’s hard to move in this hakama!

Host: Oooops! Aizo has knocked the bar over!

Aizo: No, it was the hakama! The hakama hit the bar, not me! I’m still in!

Host: Whether it was the hakama or not doesn’t matter! That was an out! You’ll get to jump another time, so good luck!

Aizo: Dammit! What’s with the strictness?!

Despite joking around with a smile, a mild feeling of irritation burned away at the bottom of Aizo’s heart.

Aizo: (Despite the state of his physical strength, Yujiro’s movements were weirdly nimble… If I lose here, he’s gonna laugh at me for the rest of our lives.)

Aizo: I can roll up my hakama and take a running start, right?! It’s fine, right?! I’m rolling it up, okay?!

Yujiro: Hey, don’t do that. How shameless…

Host: Ooh, how bold of you, Aizo!

Host: Will he be able to jump over it this time? He’s jumping… and he made it~!

Aizo: Awwright! I’m still in the game!

On Yujiro’s end, the results of the New Year’s-themed events were, sure enough—

Yujiro: (It feels as though these events were made just for me. I’m truly grateful, really.)

Having been familiar with the features of the cultural events like calligraphy, flower arrangement, komamawashi, and hanetsuki from his childhood days, Yujiro had fared very well in them.

Yujiro: (Aizo, on the other hand…)

Aizo: Hooold it right there!

Aizo: Why isn’t this hanetsuki thing anything like badminton?!

Aizo: The shuttlecock isn’t going where I want it to! It’s so hard!

Host: You’re fighting a tough battle, aren’t you~?

Yujiro: That’s just how it is. If you lose, I’m going to draw circles and crosses on your face.

Host: Oh my, he has already prepared his brush for the painting! Hey Aizo! Your partner’s waiting for you to lose!

Aizo: Why?! Cheer for me instead!

Host: Now then, whether tears were shed or laughter was had, we’re at the final event! The only people remaining after the many death matches are—

Host: Aizo and Yujiro! The pair that make up LIPxLIP!

Yujiro & Aizo: …

Host: By a strange coincidence, the two of them will have to face off against each other in this event… namely, a “Scavenger Hunt”!

Yujiro: (I definitely… won’t lose to him…!)

[poobit]

“Dad! you are here! you always been with me!”

[whatsyourghoststory]

Visiting Haunted Boston Pt 1: The Oldest Cemeteries (plus a flood, a treasure and a tiny, tiny house)

A look at the haunted history of Boston's oldest cemeteries, plus some other fun history and oddities.

Happy 4th of July! To celebrate the holiday, I thought I’d take a look back at a recent trip to Boston and show ya the highlights, starting with its oldest cemeteries and the history and hauntings associated with each. For a person born in the Chicago-area, who then lived in Los Angeles, these are some tremendously old cemeteries compared to what I’m used to. How old? Well, the first cemetery on…

[vigil4nted]

today i learned i am a dark souls player and Not a resident evil player

[hiloedits]

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[biblebloodhound]

The Way of Love (Song of Songs 3:1-11)

"You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens." Rumi, 13th century

Song of Songs III, by Marc Chagall, 1960 Night after night on my bedI looked for the one I love.I looked for him but did not find him.I will get up now and roam around the city,in the streets, and in the squares.I will look for the one I love.I looked for him but did not find him.The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me.I asked, “Have you seen the one I love?”I had just left them…

[exoexid]

the suyeol lore is so crazy

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024