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[cokowiii]

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I struggled with this page!!! How I’d have her deal with and react was challenging but drawing the poses took dummy long!

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[fairygracee]

new Twitter <3

follow if you wanna <3

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[fiasramblings]

seeking out advice from those more experienced with deity worship !!!!

I started questioning my identity as an atheist sometime last summer when I was getting more into Greek Mythology/Hellenistic Paganism and the gods who stuck out to me the most were Dionysus and Apollo. throughout the months I've been, of course, learning much more about—well, Dionysus specifically. I haven't been as interested in Apollo anymore as I was before. sometime in the past few months, I've decided I'm a pagan, and that I do want to work with the gods/goddesses. I've also been so very interested and lowkey obsessed with Dionysus and the Maenads. for about a week now, I seriously cannot stop thinking about him. it's bizarre to me as, as I mentioned before, I used to be an atheist (I was one my entire life). every day I just think about him when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I couldn't imagine it being anything else other than a sign to just set up an altar already, but I'm still unsure as I do not want to work with a god before I understand them and comprehend what they are capable of if that makes sense. I've been seeking out media about Dionysus and started reading The Bacchae a few days ago. should I start working with him once I've set up an altar—even if at first small—and once I'm sure I understand him to the best of my abilities? for whatever reason, I'm (maybe foolishly) intimidated by the idea of working with a deity.

[scarletsabers-blog]

Okay soooo i am thinking of starting a review page like for movies and books and i have kinda been thinking for a long time to start it but never really did it… i still dont know if i should or not

[fancytigercupcake]

Shadow secret ( New friends ) - Page 007

[zahra-rose]

« That day is today »

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Hey, love your stories and your main page too. I started my own tf page but since this is a secondary account + I try to separate this account from my main, I decided to just drop the message anonymously as somehow I can only ask from my first account??

My tf-focused account is @onetwistedfantasy

Maybe if you can read through my stories and found them exciting, you can blast this message to your followers base. That will mean a lot for me!

Hey there newjoiners! I see that you have something brewing there. If you guys are into a developing world-building of possession, maybe you can give this page a visit!

@onetwistedfantasy

The pictures used are very......local, I assume? It's a nice touch and hey, it's pretty rare to see these people on our timeline since at least in my case, it's filled with insta-hotties and guys with massive following. I think since your audience will not be limited to your country, an explanation of what are some of the local terms might help. Literally had to Google "Polri" to find out that it's an acronym of your country's police force LOL. But all in all, great set-ups!

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 23: ''Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers''

~SONG TO LISTEN TO WHILE READING (If you want of course):  In the stars - by Benson Boone~

Tony.

My ears were still ringing as I was staring up at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face. The empty bottle of whisky fell out of my hand, onto the ground with a hard thud, some of it spilled on the floor.

I couldn’t move, my body was numb and it hurt to breathe. This couldn’t be happening. “Ms. Potts is at the door, sir” J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed through the intercom in my bedroom. “Shall, I let her in?” J.A.R.V.I.S. suggested. I didn’t answer. So Pepper was able to override his system and walk in.

Her heels clicked on the marble tiles, causing me to grab my forehead. My head was falling apart. She stopped at the head of the sofa, staring down at me, judgment eminent on her face. It was mixed with a sorry look on her face, however. A big sigh left her lips as she crouched down and grabbed the bottle off the floor putting it down on the table with a hard thud. “Tony” she sighed. “You have to get up now,” she said, her voice stern. I ignored her. No muscle in my body had the energy to move.

Every time my heart pumped, I hoped it be my last as I could not fathom the pain I was feeling. No amount of alcohol could numb this pain.

Pepper got upset and grabbed my arm. She pulled me up into a sitting position but I had no intentions of moving or being cooperative so, I just sat up, slumped like a sack of potatoes. “You have to get ready now, your flight leaves in an hour” I leaped for the bottle of whisky and chugged the last of it down.

She got tired of me just ignoring her and she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the adjoining bathroom, into the shower. I came down with a thud. Before I could protest she had opened the faucet and cold water came down pouring all over me. As I was sobering up, my emotions hit me all at once. I started crying. “I don’t-” I cried. Pepper sighed and crouched down next to the shower door.

“Tony, you have to go” She turned off the faucet. I was leaning up against the wall behind me. “Your flight leaves in an hour”

“I can’t” I sighed. “She can’t be gone, Pepper.” she had a hurt look on her face. It was only then, that I noticed that she was fully dressed in black. She noticed my eyes darting over her clothes and then they met hers.

“You’re not alone” She squeezed my shoulder and stood up. “Now, go shower. I’ll try to push your flight for another thirty minutes” she said, her voice stern, again. It took everything in my body for me to get up and shower.

About an hour later I stepped onto my jet. My tie felt way too tight around my neck, almost like it was suffocating me, so I kept fiddling with it until I just couldn’t take it anymore and took it off. Much to Peppers's protests.

“It’s not like she’ll see it” I spit. Pepper’s breath hitched as her hand clutched her necklace. I walked to my seat and sat down. I was left staring at the empty seat in front of me. A big lump formed in my throat.

The stewardess came in asking If I needed something. “Yeah whiskey” Pepper protested but I shushed her. The woman went and got the beverage. When she put it down on the table. “Can you leave the bottle too?” she put on a soft smile, but she had a sorry look on her face.

I caught a glimpse of Pepper, looking at me with a very disappointed. But I couldn't care less. A big sigh left her lips as she kept toggling on her phone. I think she had given up on keeping me sober. I took the glass of whiskey and drank it like a shot—the residue burning in my throat.

It wasn’t so long before Pepper shook me violently. “Tony, we’re almost there. We’re landing soon.” I groaned as my head was pounding and the light was bright. She handed me a glass of water and some aspirin for me to take before we touched down.

“You’re too good for me, Pepper. You shouldn’t putting up with me” I sighed.

“It’s my job, Tony. You pay me to do this” she said. They weren't exactly the comforting words I needed to hear. But I guess I deserved that. I haven’t been the greatest boss or nicest person. And All of that didn’t matter since the one light in my life was gone.

Ransom’s death wasn’t something I saw coming and it was something I had trouble coming to grips with. Even though everyone told me that she fought till her last breath. But that her injuries were too severe for her to recover from. Even for someone as strong and resilient as she was. My eyes burned when I thought of her, laying there in that hospital bed as the heart monitor flatlined. The feeling of Thor and Ahmed holding me back, as they tried to fight back tears, didn’t leave my head as it kept playing repeatedly in a loop. Followed by the look of her pale and bruised face before the nurse put a blanket over her body covering her.

I couldn't believe she wasn’t here anymore. The light of my life, my better half. I had failed the one thing I promised my father. I couldn’t even protect her.

I was supposed to protect her…

With that thought, I got off the plane. I was wearing sunglasses, to try and hide my horrible hangover and my red puffy eyes. I was greeted by an army, comepletly dressed in black, with sad faces. 

Next part

[princeoconnor]

“It was a long shoot”

[triaelf9]

Have you ever read the original Peter Pan and Wendy novel? If you had and enjoyed it, and if you haven't, did you know I did an entire comic adaptation of the novel, with some expanded adventures that Barrie mentions happened during the time on the island? Well, I did! ^_^

You can read it on my home page or on Tapas! It's a work of love so I hope you'll check it out ^_^ I think you'll enjoy the original Peter and the awesome girl that is Wendy (the story is really about her ^_-)

https://peterpan.elainetipping.com/comic/1

https://tapas.io/episode/81770

And look, I've come to a point of hey, the Gisney version exists, I'll never escape it, but now with a new one, I'm worried some of the original canon stuff will get lost again. I wouldn't mind as much if the Gisney one didn't become the main lore ^_^;; The original is lovely ^_^

I spent like 10 years immersing myself in the story and really getting to the heart of things, and I just hope you can also check it out and enjoy it along with other versions out there ^_^ It has a special place in my heart for many reasons, and I hope you'll enjoy it too!

[alostlovergirl]

My perfect 1950s housewife- Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you're his perfect 1950s housewife and he was gonna keep it that way.

Warnings: slight manipulation, blood , pain, implied kidnapping, rape, non-con, forced pregnancy, abuse, toxic behaviors, misogyny, and abusive husband. Minors DNI.

I am not responsible for the media that you consume. Please this fic gets really dark and slightly violent.

I just wanted to leave desperately. My eye twitched from the black eye he gave me when I didn't make his dinner right. I pull at the chain keeping me at the stove, where all women belong. My body was exhausted from the constant nights of trying for kids. He always wanted kids and you dian't want kids, but I lost that fight a long time ago. I had given up because I was in pain.

The door slammed and I jumped. He was home. I started to shake as I tried to finish the steak faster, begging to whatever God there was to cook this fucking steak faster. “ Y/N.. Where is my dinner, dear. I am giving you a chance to bring me my dinner." he says in such a sickly sweet tone that it sounded completely fake. Did he forget that you were chained to the stove? Or did he do this on purpose, so he could punish you?

You are completely frozen in fear. What am I supposed to do? I can't move and he was going to hurt me again if I didn't bring him his food. I hear his footsteps coming into the kitchen. I feel his cool arms wrap around my waist. " doll? Did you not hear me?",it was such a shame because he sounded so kind, but he was such an asshole.

He presses soft kisses against my neck and chuckles. " you are letting our steaks burn, doll.", he speaks in such a degrading tone. It sends a shiver down my spine.

" please let me go. I won't tell anyone... "

" not this again, doll. I thought we got pass this." he pulls away, angry. He pulls out a ring of keys and unlocks the chain from the stove. He turns me around and stares at me with confusion. I had tears rolling down my face from fear running through my veins. " why are you crying, doll? I haven't done anything to you. All I did was give you that black eye, but you fucking deserved it. You were being a bad doll. "he says, tilting my head up. He gives me a warm smile, grabbing my face. He wipes my tears.

"you look so good in this new dress I bought you, doll.” he tries to change the subject.

" please. "

He sighs and picks me up, putting me over his shoulder and turning off the stove. "That's it, you are making me mad. I am trying to be nice to you and all you want to do is leave me." he walks upstairs holding me and I know what this means.

" no! Please! I'm sorry! I don't want to leave. I love you! Always have and always will!" I started struggling, crying. He just continued walking towards the room that he had raped me in over and over. I look around, trying to find anyway to escape his grasp. I try to knee him in the face, but I have done that so many times that he just grabs my knee.

" maybe a baby will make you appreciate me and the things I do for you." he grumbles and throws me on the bed as soon as he enters the room. He tosses me on the bed and I start crying, begging him to get off. He doesn't care as he rips my dress off. I thought he liked the dress, but he just wanted it off of me. He doesn't prep me, or even gives me a chance to think before he takes his belt off. He ties it on the headboard and ties my hands up. He wrapped his hand around my throat and slams into me, making me scream out.

" No No no! It hurts so much. Please stop!" he pounded into me dry. Blood started to coat my walls, wetting pussy in the most brutal way possible. He slapped my thigh and pushes deeper.

"say it. I want to hear you say it. Say you love me."

"I love you! I love you so much!I don't ever want to leave!!", I screamed, pulling on the restraints. The pain was unbearable and I knew it was coming. I knew he was going to impregnate me. It was gonna happen sooner or later and you weren't ready for kids. Bucky smacked me across the face.

"You are gonna listen to me, you are gonna do whatever I tell you, do you fucking understand me?" he asked as he started drilling my abused pussy. I nod, quickly and tried to pull away.

" I am gonna fill you with my damn kids. You. Are. My. Perfect. Housewife!” he punctuated every sentence with a painful thrust. It hurts so bad, and he wasn’t gentle at all. He pulled out and flipped me around, pushing my face into the pillow. I screamed into the silk pillowcase as he slammed right back in. I wanted to stop, but he just continued pounding into me with a care about my pain or feelings.

I started screaming for help and all he did was laugh at me because he knew that no one would hear me. He grabs my hair and yanked at it.

" you will wake up every day at 5am, take care of our children, wake me with breakfast, and do every chore in the house while I am at work and the kids at daycare. I don't care how tired you are, you will have dinner on the table by the time I I get home, and if you don’t… you will be punished. Do you understand?”he asks as he suffocates me in the pillow.

I nod and feel hot cum filling my abused pussy and he pulls out with a groan. I collapsed and puts a hand on my pussy. I pulled my hand away and saw dark blood mixed with cum.

I cried, curling up with a silk pillow pressed against my stomach.

Now, you were a few years into the future and you were a used, tired, abused housewife. Every morning at 5 am I struggle out of bed with my swollen belly. I wake up our girls, Belle and Samantha. Then I cook breakfast and with a forced smile on my face, I wake my husband.

He greeted by his bruised wife handing him a hot plate of food. He was happy, even if she wasn't happy.

Note: this is kinda short.

[blueraimo]

[masquerade-of-reflections]

Pages 83 & 84 of Masquerade of Reflections are up, kicking off Chapter Four!

Masquerade of Reflections is an original science fantasy/mystery webcomic by @cataclysmcrows about a theater on the moon and a stolen knife. It updates every Monday and Friday at 11am PST on Tapas.

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[crazymcwritesalot]

I haven't been very active here, or anywhere else lately... But, life update: After months of debating with my lovely partner about whether we should move or remain in our old flat to save money to buy one day... I moved two weeks ago (a mile from where I lived).

It's a lot of work these days, between renovating the old one and creating a home in the new one but one of the perks is... I have an office!

Right now it's messy and not functional as it serves as a place to put all the things we don't have a place for. But it's exciting.

It's been hard for me to write at home with no room to be alone and create, so I hope going forward I'll be able to get back to my former writing frenzy. I've missed that 😊.

I have had no time to answer your tags and lovely asks, but I've seen them and it warms my heart to know I haven't been forgotten yet ❤️

And now, my future office (there will be a park and a greenhouse right in front of the window in a few months) :

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[dreagonarchives]

New page of A Taste of the World is out