#so it's thursday

[unfortunatelyevent]

LUDINUS DA’LETH? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING LUDINUS DA’LETH GOD DAMN FOOL RUIDUS BORN COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT WIZARD OF THE SCHOOL OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING LUDINUS DA’LETH STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT LUDINUS DA’LETH I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP MOONS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE. IS HE DEAD? IS HE A BASTARD? MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST HAIR GET AWAY FROM ME if i wanted to get into heaven and god said ludinus da’leth waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down if i have to deal with ludinus da’leth speaking one word in person on voice in a twitch stream not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire campaign again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive i don’t even know why i hate him so much. he collects moons but i am just mad because i am angy he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead who’s jealous of clerics and warlocks and wanted all the magic to “the one’s who really deserved it” ill go ham BETTER have had a god make him kill a man cuz if he didn’t I’m going to make him. paypal.com/ IFuckingHateLudinusDa’leth episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his city and I lost it where the fuck is ludinus da’leth if he’s still alive i’m going to so deeply wish he wasn’t crusty old man i’ll punch da’leth and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all that’s left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish. i’m not breathing i’m hyperventilating at this point i hope there’s a date given for when ludinus died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true moons

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[lilowoof]

[hellenhighwater]

Okay I've had literally dozens and dozens of asks about Calcifer. He survived his first firing! I'm starting glaze. Will update again when he's done!

[sprout-fics]

Werewolf König holding you down -or up- by your hips and just fucking you like an absolute fleshlight while he’s lost in the moon sauce. Send tweet

The monster Konig thot energy has been so strong recently here what-

(Werewolf sex, Mentions of breeding, Size difference, Werewolf dick, Possessiveness, Reader getting her shop wrecked)

“K-König, g-gentle-”

It’s a plea gasped against the darkness, one that echoes softly into the forest, muffled by the sounds of the werewolf above you, bent over you, pressing you into the damp leaves and soft soil. His massive frame above you brackets you in on all sides, one bulging forearm braced well above your head, the other securing your hips flush to his, dragging you back with every brutal, snapping thrust that has him burying himself deep inside you. 

König huffs in your ear, doesn’t respond to your plea. Yet his hips do slow from their vigorous, powerful thrusting to something mildly resembling gentleness. König still doesn’t try to keep himself from drilling the tip of his monstrous shaft against the curve of your womb, rolling his hips in a dizzying onslaught that has fire brimming in your blood. Your fingers curl into the soil in a vain attempt to ground yourself, face pressed nearly flat against the forest floor, ass hauled high in the air, skirt shoved up around your waist where it bunches under his claws. 

Gods, you must look a mess.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, with the intoxicating, delicious drag of his girth from your velvety walls, clinging to him with every retreat. The sensation alone is enough to make you shudder, make a consuming heat pool low below your belly. It fissures outwards, tracing along every nerve ending, rendering you boneless against him as he maneuvers you to his whim. With every roll of his hips to meet yours there’s a wrecked rush of air that exhales past your swollen lips, teethed raw by your vain attempts to contain your moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth, brow scrunched in suffocating pleasure as the monster above you drives into you with wild abandon.

There’s a whine, broken and pleading that tears at your throat, his warm breath fogging your nape, your shoulder, where he has to restrain himself from seizing your tender flesh between his teeth. Anything to satiate the beast inside of him, to tame the growling, rampant fever that stalks in his bones with the feral urge to claim, to breed.

There’s a pause for a moment as the beast growls into your ear, and the sound alone has you whimper, pliant and submissive under him like a pup. You don’t dare move, knowing König will only press you back where he wants you, cave to his desire to have you how he wants you. You go willingly, surrender to him and the monster coiled within his frame. The moon above you both hangs yellow and full, gleaming like the untamed glint in the eyes of your strange lover. 

König withdraws completely, and the loss of complete and utter fullness is so startling that you whine, try and press back to chase him. Yet the weight across your shoulders vanishes, and instead two massive paws come to grasp below your hips. With his terrifying strength König lifts you, has you fall back against his broad, hairy chest with a shuddering gasp. Your hands fall to grasp the fur on his arms, anchoring yourself even as the world spins around you, the cool mist a balm to your feverish, sweaty skin. 

Yet then you feel the tip of him catch against your stretched entrance, and there’s little warning before Konig lowers you down.

The moan that ruptures from your chest cracks your voice, cunt fluttering helplessly around his girth, stretching you wide around him. It isn’t long before König resumes his previous pace, battering against you as skin meets skin, as every thrust has a cracked cry bubble up inside you. 

“You are mine.” He growls in your ear, teeth skimming dangerously over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, threatening to add to the litany of marks there from his previous claims. You grasp at him, drag him closer as the teeth press down into the skin. “Nobody else.”

“My mate. Mine.”

[toxooz]

a mimir💤

[souvenir116]

Charles being sassy for 39 seconds:

all vids are from Clara 🤍

[napneeders]

the art and the artist 🥰

[staticbluue]

HAPPY NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES DAY!!!

I usually don't manage anything more than a doodle for this international holiday, but this year Neil gets the colored, shaded piece he deserves!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[hooved]

[lcs-scar]

unique means of communication

[ghostietea]

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