#labelling cw just in case

[totallylulalutiacreations]

Small drawing of shattered Dream and Raven symbiote. I also did a little write up for Lore to this pair.

I'm still a lil'new to this world of AUs but I hope you all like it!

An AU where humans had sealed away Monsters but also became fearful of those with mage lineage. Rare as it was. 1000 years later, Raven, a woman in her early 30s, lived with her young daughter in a secluded forest away from most towns. 

One night, Raven woke to the smell of smoke and the sounds of her daughter's frightened screams. They had been found by one of the villages nearby and despite using her shields and plant magic, Raven was unable to fight them all off and she fled, both her and her daughter injured. 

Meanwhile, Dream in his shattered state had fled from battle injured and in desperate need for a host to gain his strength. He chose to hide in this insignificant universe but sensed a soul, green he believed, filled to the brim with anger, hatred, and guilt. He followed it to a woman, injured but able, as she sobbed and clung to the body of a young child. He couldn't tell whether or not the younger was alive or dead, but it was too good an opportunity to pass. As he slid his way over, the familiar sounds of a angered and frenzied mob grew closer. 

"My goodness, miss, you look exhausted." He said in a low, weak voice. 

"Wh-..." Raven looked around before eyes fell upon the small symbiotic creature. "What do you want?" Her voice was shaky. 

"I can help." He stated but gained a scoff. 

"Can you bring people back from the dead?"

"No," he began. 

"Then what's the point? My daughter's already gone." She answered lowly. "I…"She trailed off. Eyes tired and unfocused as she looks down but at nothing in particular 

"All the more reason for us to work together, they don't deserve to get off scot-free for this...I should know..I've been you…" He shouldn't dally, but having her willingly give in compared to fighting him would be much easier. 

"I think I see the witch!" A call came from the distant treeline. He could feel, absorb, and taste the surge of fear, anger, and hatred, emit from this doe eyed woman as she clung to the small body in her arms. 

"They each should suffer for this. Revenge for every, pained breath that little one has gone through…" he growled out. He was almost convinced himself he was actually trying to help her and not just recover. 

Her breath hitched as she slowly looked up to flashlights that tunneled down upon her. 

"Clocks ticking…all you have to do is accept my help…" he growled. Surprised as she stood slowly, the emotions underneath were reflected in those brilliant green eyes. 

Raven clung her daughter to herself, shaking as the tears rolled down her cheeks and her lip curled in a snarl. 

"I…" she choked out from behind a sob, but cleared her throat and firmly stood her ground as shouts grew louder and louder from the forest. 

"I accept" 

[seilon]

I wish I could tell every young person with a uterus (especially with bad cramps and/or dysphoria and/or depression, etc) that there is a decent chance they just straight up don’t need to live with that. don’t let the stigma surrounding contraceptives and the expectation that you should just ride it out and suffer win. for the love of god if there’s a chance you can lighten or even stop your period and it’s symptoms all-together, unless there’s a legit health concern, your doctor should at least make you aware of that option. I want every young person to know that “birth control” is not just for birth control and it has the potential to make your life infinitely easier to live. do not give in to anti-pill propaganda im serious

[dolliecworpse]

🥀 ｡｡｡ FALSEGODEIC

ᶻ 𝗓 FALSEGODEIC : a gender connected to always doing good deeds, but not because you see yourself as a good person, but rather because you fear punishment if you don’t do them. this gender may feel fearful and fake, as though it is always walking on eggshells.

✎ term and flag by the virtual pup ｡｡｡ coined for day five of @lovesse ‘s event ｡｡｡ tagging @accessmogai for a flag id !

[vampiricsheep]

Ok the impalement art in question. You've been warned

[queerplatonicradiostatic]

How unusual...

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hey guys infection aus are still cool right?

Ask box is open if you wanna know more, but I won't spoil anything!

[roguelibrarian]

if you spend any time at all in autistic spaces you'll at some point hear some version of the phrase "'high functioning' means your needs get ignored and 'low functioning' means your strengths get ignored" and it drives me up the fucking wall because if you're labeled as "low functioning" your needs also get ignored

[shuruzy]

Blood Conductor

[800db-cloud]

Idk if you're still doing the ask game, but:

✂️ for Mr Orange/Max?

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

oh anon you just asked a very, very loaded question. i like the way you think

Trigger Warning for mentions of a family member dying and suicide. Please continue with caution. Stay safe.

Under the read more is also some spoilers for P💥zza T💥wer, so be mindful of that too!

when max was 12 years old, he woke up in the middle of the night just to find his father’s note on his nightstand. it explicitly told him to not go into the kitchen, but as curious as a child can be, he still went.

more than two decades later, it still haunts him. i made a comic a looong while ago about max trying to read the note again, and fakey sensing that something might be wrong.

(i headcanon that fakey can feed off of negative emotions, so if max starts to smell like food to him, he immediately knows something’s wrong)

max is a character i’ve written a lot about, and a good chunk of his story and character is self-projection. while i thankfully haven’t had any immediate family members die like this, my heart goes out to those who have experienced it.

[clementinescarlet]

Some Scarlet Hollow spoilers ahead.

Wanted to try my hand at something that was a little more on the suggestive side. You know, as a treat.

I feel like, for the most part, Clementine and Reese would take it slow and be very touchy-feely during any sexy times. They like to appreciate each other's bodies before getting into it.

[itskeej]

my youtube autoplayed and i didnt notice because i was very intently listening to my friend streaming-

so that happened-

[obikinetic]

A messy sketch from snowbound that I’ve had sitting in my folder since before inktober…bro this fic Did Something to me

[trixibebe]

Kori's back and irezumi; symbolism and oc lore under the cut :)

Symbolism Red Carnation: generally symbolizes love (romantic and otherwise), affection and fascination. However in Hungary it is also common to bring/plant carnation flowers to graveyards, thus having an association with death.

Rabbit: symbolizes many things like fertility, luck, creativity, energy, movement and even intelligence. In art they are sometimes connected to resurrection and moon deities.

OC lore: Kori got her tattoo not long after the supposed passing of Majima. She did love him dearly so it is no coincidence that the rabbit's background resembles the pattern on Majima's body. She chose this style also because of her connection to Japan in general as it was always her dream to live there, a dream she accomplished. Since red carnation flowers symbolize love, affection but for her also death, she got one representing Majima. The second one represents her deceased grandpa. As for the rabbit, she always felt a connection to them. They are cute but not to be underestimated, like she aspires to be. (ever got scratched or bitten by a bun full force?) So there is a lot of her past on her back but some outlook on the future as well. You can imagine how furious she was when Majima turned out to be alive.

[andoutofharm]

we may not have mcr streams but at least i have this candle with a bug on it that i have lit for every livestream so far

[allstarbysmashmouth]

Got a broken ego, broken heart God, I don't even know where to start

[jaylaxies]

HARD THOUGHT !

pairing: jake x fem!reader

cw: smut, daddy kink, manipulation, corruption kink, usage of nicknames.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

a/n: hihi i got a lil carried away w this one! it’s inspired by these two asks here and here! :3 reposting this cause it got community labelled!

Jake is sweet, almost too sweet to be true and that’s why you trust him blindly with everything. The way he never hesitates to give you prolonged hugs, the way his eyes always provide you with comfort and his words sound like sweet melody to you, it’s a given fact that you won’t want anyone else to teach you how to kiss but your best friend Jake, you simply want to be good for your crush, Heeseung, and so you most certainly didn’t wish to be totally clueless when it comes to such things.

Jake was more than willing to help, “of course i'll help, we don’t want Heeseung to be unsatisfied now, do we?” He’d chuckle, hating the fact that you wanted to do it for another man, yet he had his own ways to keep you close to him, one being-providing you help for his own benefit. “But Jake, won’t it be wrong if I use you for this?” You’d ask, genuine concern plastered on your face and he finds it cute how you think it’s you who’s using him, when in reality, it’s quite the opposite.

“Oh, princess. You don’t have to worry about it, I just want to help you,” he’d smile, making you feel at ease as he starts proceeding with his plan, the first step—kissing.

He’d pat his lap, making your eyes go wide but you’d follow and sit on his lap, straddling him on the couch as his big hands would hold you in place and he’d ask you to kiss him, smiling when you lean in for a delicate peck, groaning when he bites your lip, eliciting a weak moan out of you.

“Jake—” you’d whimper, unknowingly pressing your clothed cunt on his hardening cock, feeling a newfound feeling erupt in your lower abdomen, even more so when he cups your cheek, tilting your face to get a better access to your lips, his plush ones serenading you like there’s no tomorrow, “that’s not what you should call me, princess,” he mutters.

Your eyes widen, looking up at him in question, “Heeseung would love it if you call him daddy,” he smirks, “say it, baby.” He’d urge you, throwing Heeseung’s name to strengthen his case. “D—daddy?” You’d whisper, allowing him to caress your swollen lips. “That’s right, princess. You’re such a good girl for me.” He makes sure to take his time kissing you dumb that night, to the point you lose your sleep, clutching your chest as the vivid images of Jake come back to your mind, you wanted more.

And each day, he taught you more, touching the expanse of your body, getting rid of your clothes turn by turn. The wetness returned each time you tried something new with him, your body felt as if it was on fire as he pushed you into your subspace in all the right ways.

“Daddy!” You moaned, gripping the bed sheet when he tasted your wetness for the first time, his warm breath made it tingle to the point you were shivering. “That’s it babygirl, just trust daddy, yeah?” He said against your folds, accent deeper than ever as he immersed himself in eating you out, giving you your very first orgasm.

You were dazed, wanting more and more. Then came the day you finally saw his cock, his eyes staring at you with such intensity as you could only look at his veiny, leaking cock with innocent and curious eyes.

He grunted when you held him, “you’re doing so well, princess. So good for daddy,” he lets out, holding the back of your head gently as you continued to do just as he directed, smiling once he fills your mouth as his thick cum spurts out on your tongue, making you want to gulp it down, “wanna be so good for daddy always.” You’d smile, forgetting about why you were doing this in the first place, Heeseung wasn’t the one you thought about these days, rather, it was your daddy Jake.

“Tell me what you want, princess?” He’d ask with a sweet smile, which almost looked like a smirk, “daddy,” you’d cry out, “want y—your cock in m—me, I can't wait anymore,” you’d tell him as he’d kiss your tears away, “daddy will give you everything you want, babygirl,” he’d pat your head lovingly despite being in such a compromising position, his tip rubbing on your entrance. He doesn’t rush, he loves seeing you squirm, blabbering out words which do not make sense just because you’re so enraptured by the man on top of you—your daddy who’s more than willing to provide you with everything you need.

He loves it, how fucked up his princess looks with her smudged lipstick and mascara running down her cheeks with her crystalline teardrops, which keep on flowing with the immense pleasure you receive. He loves that he’ll get to fuck you, that his cock will be the first to enter your prettiest cunt, which is his and his only. You were reliant upon him for pleasure, nothing else felt good without your daddy and when he finally gave you the taste of his cock buried deep in your pussy, it felt more pleasurable than it hurt.

“Daddy—” you whisper, eyes closing as you let him take over and kiss you, his hands all over your body, as if he had memorized you completely, touching the most sensitive spots as he thrusted even harder in your leaking pussy, your walls squeezing his cock to the point he couldn’t help but groan out, “so wet for daddy’s cock, yeah? You like it, baby? That’s my good fucking girl, all mine.” He’s right, you’re all his now and you won’t want it otherwise, making a creamy mess on his cock.

Your mind fuzzy with his thoughts through and through, ruining your innocence as he moulded your brain in such a way that you couldn’t help but yearn for him.

And just like that, Jake had successfully corrupted you to the point of no comeback.

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[grapefruitspit]

all this ozempic hype is so disheartening. so so glad i don't live in a fashion city lord...

the cut article from feb 27th 2023, wired article from feb 3rd 2023.