#the chain is broken

[sapphicblight]

either ao3 was down right when the daily kudos emails usually go out or i did not get a single kudos on any of my works in the last 24 hours???? this would be the first time in like 9 years damn

[stinky-kiddd]

I AM DESPRATE FOR WHAT THEY HAVE

#nomoreangst

[starrysharks]

heavenly virtues - medical malpractice, 1st degree murder, and breaking and entering

[mysticstars105]

After math for Ballrooms and Buffoonery by @hotcheetohatredwastaken

Only one of them finds this hilarious, and only one of them is getting their food poisoned 💕

[valeriapryanikova]

just here to remind you all that i had made a secret life spreadsheet with a bunch of different stats and info, and it has been updated with the latest session's stats!

also i'm here to show off this /gift matrix bc i think it looks neat :3

(somebody pls show big b more love next time, by boy received only 2 hearts in total T_T)

[greekceltic]

On why my discord servers are 21+

I put this on bluesky a little while ago, I thought I'd put it here too, because I do often get asked. So, on why my discord servers are 21 and older only - Honestly I would love to have everyone (I really would) but after a couple of years of observation it was clear that most of mod time was being spent on the 18 - 20 age range. It's better to wait a minute than have folks getting booted for things they'd grow out of. It was also a mental drain on me personally. I don't run any of my servers solo, but it's tough to have uncomfortable back to back conversations about server rules. In particular if it's someone who came from my social media accounts and may not be expecting that kind of interaction.

[veone]

my boi is coming to life.

[lafilleestmorte]

the thing is, toey never initiates emotional intimacy with q. he'll wonder for a year what kind of music q listens to but never even think to directly ask. he'll bug q about all sorts of tips to make his art better without revealing why he chose to pursue art at all. he'll collapse onto q's lap when he is drunk and extremely tired but won't ask to sleep next to him or even try to come up with an excuse to when he's sober. he doesn't actually ask q to come with him to the park - he asks peem and then peem asks q. toey will nag q with his tone or with his teasing or with his eyes? but never ask for what he actually wants

but even when q (or peem, or tan) takes initiative to make their intimacy possible, toey just seems happy and content to be held as close or as far as q is willing to have him.

If q came all this way to teach toey how to shade, if q is worried about toey being in the studio alone at night, if q (maybe) wants to learn how to skateboard, if q is worried about toey getting kicked off of the bed by peem, toey interprets it as exactly that and nothing more

[talisidekick]

If it's wrong by faith and morals to want to choke on a woman's dick, suffocate between the legs of an enby, drown myself in the taste of a mans cunt, and hear the divine moans from the pleasure I provide, then your religion is dark and torturous and I want no part of it. I want to make my partners call out to gods they don't believe in, I want them to hit pitches in moans they never thought possible, for those brief few hours in their presence, I want them to glimpse the peace of every afterlife known and unknown to human kind. I want to gift them bliss, and see them made content. And if that sends me to your religions version of eternal imprisonment and torture, then I guess the next chapter in my existence will be spending my afterlife wading through torturous pain once again to steal one more kiss from the lips of the divine.

You can fear your gods wrath, fear the torture and pain for breaking their rules. I'll accept the challenge of seeing your gods face disgusted and enraged. I don't need your "savior". I need to save a queer person from their shame and dysphoria, and make them feel extraordinary between my sheets.

Call me depraved, call me misguided, call me sick, twisted, disgusting, despicable, and any name you would choose to debase me. I make my bed with the allo's and bake my bread with the aro's you cast aside. In a world you paint with angels and devils, gods and demons, light and shadow, with no grey in-between, I'll be the darkness in the corner and the shadows in the closet where those you cast unjustly aside dwell. Against your hatred, contempt, and dissent; I will be love, respect, and consent. To you, I am Demon; to them I am Goddess, and yet not Queen but equal. I am Her, I am the spirit of resistance against tyranny. I am love made anger, I am hope when surrounded in shadow, I am war when words fail because of obstinate minds wrought from false concepts of superiority, I am She who speaks when no one would, I am words caught in the throat and forced out despite fear. I am rebellion. I ask no altar for worship, no symbol to stand for me, no pedestal to be placed upon. I am comrade, partner, sidekick. I demand egality for all. I am Twin by a name you will not speak. Those that respect me will call me Llorelei. Those that fight with me will call me Accalia or Talia.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Wait

Did fairy Eclipse literally carry his shackles from wherever he was chained up in, just to throw them into their house and THEN making his dramatic reveal?

Cause if so, my God he's a drama kid

They're not at the Hollow, but yes he did throw his chains to be like "sup bitches im free" and Moon is horrified by this.

Because those chains were not meant to break.

But you could say he is one for the theatrics~ He's been planning this reunion for a loooong time X3c

[tastethesetears]

Wyler Valentine's Day Event | Day 1: Jail/Prison

We can burst the bonds which chain us, Which cold human hands have wrought, And where none shall dare restrain us We can meet again, in thought. - Charlotte Brontë

[destiel-news-channel]

love when tumblr decides to create a reblog donut. so beautiful in it's brokenness

[Image ID: A screenshot of a tumblr reblog chain where the reblogs appear as black dots interconnected with blue lines to indicate who reblogged from whom. One reblog is selected appearing as a circled blue dot while the reblogs in it's chain appear as circled black dots. The so highlighted reblog chain forms a circle. /End ID]

[tilphil]

Good to be owned

[blackrosesandwhump]

March of Pain Day 8: Broken

CW: blood, magic whump, defeat

The prince collapses, knees hitting the forest floor first before he slumps to the side. Blood trickles from his shoulder, from the wound inflicted by the sorcerer’s hideous champion. Other cuts show through his ripped clothing, torn by the countless claws of the monstrous army.

He’s never seen anything like them, the hoard of deformed monsters that falls back now in a wave of darkness, watching him. They think their job is done. They think they’ve defeated him.

Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, the prince fears they may be right. He can’t stand, can’t even reach for the bloodied sword just out of his grasp.

They’ve broken him, just as the sorcerer commanded.

The hoard of monsters shifts, cowering and parting, tripping over the bodies of their fallen comrades in their haste. The air turns ice cold, and the prince looks up, dread sweeping over him.

The sorcerer. The sorcerer stands before him, looking down at him with the eye of an eagle surveying a freshly-caught mouse.

“Well, well, well.” The voice emanates from a mouth that doesn’t move, surrounding the prince like a foul miasma. “I wasn’t planning to come myself, but I had to see this picture in person. The prince, broken. How perfect.” Something hits the prince in the chest. Pain and darkness explode in his head. The last thing he feels is the sensation of chains fastening around his wrists.

@marchofpain

[punchy-mchurtyfist]

I like how my anxiety meds didn't make me stop bein a fuckin weirdo and saying dumb shit it just made me more articulate so I can spout my dumb shit more efficiently

[dragg-aon]

I LOVE the comment section on Kill Six Billion Demons. It is truly the chattering of mad gods and Eldritch whispers. I have never found a place that reminds me of home more.