#third snake in the fifth row

[monstrouscrew]

the reason, irrelevant

the colours, bright.

it's a hug for the merryman.

will you freeze or fight?

because the reason's irrelevant,

and the colours are deep,

just a hug for the merryman

to get them to sleep.

(ID in the alt text)

as tmblr likes to eat quality, some crops, w/o IDs, below the cut.

[renardiererin]

rintarou suna who carefully planned out your entire wedding and how he would propose to you after dating you for three months

rintarou suna who lets you help babysit his younger sister and looks at you as if his eyes are hearts bulging out of his head at how good you are with kids and thinks to himself how badly he wants to have a family with you someday

rintarou suna who rubs your back and hums your favorite songs and strokes your hair when hes trying to help you sleep

rintarou suna who swears he loves you more than anything measurable- more than the entire universe x10 and back- because he says you saved him

rintarou suna who offers to let you wear his clothes when you’re sad, hoping that it’ll cheer you up to be engulfed in his clothes, seeing as he’s more than twice your size

rintarou suna who knows you’re indecisive and will pick things for you if you truly can’t decide, but will base his choices on what he knows you secretly want more

rintarou suna who carries random offbrand fruity candy assortments in his pocket like a grandma to share with you and his friends

rintarou suna who vowed to protect you from the metaphorical monsters in your head from the day you met all the way to adding it in to his wedding vows as he slides the ring on your finger- the ring he picked out the second he knew you were the one, which in his case was after about 5 months into the relationship

rintarou suna who paints portraits of you but always gets upset that they “never truly captivate your complete and total beauty”

rintarou suna who daydreams about running off to the south of france with you to open a small flower shop where your shared apartment rests on the upstairs of your shop, with a good view so he can sit at his canvas and paint the scenery and know he’s only there because of you

rintarou suna who said “i love you i love you i love you” in the very first letter he ever wrote for you, resulting in saying the pretty words three times in a row becoming a regular inside thing for the two of you that nobody gets but you two

rintarou suna who started by only wanting one kid, having to be heavily convinced to have a second (because you don’t want the first to be lonely), but after you crack him and get him to agree to a second kid he wants a third and a fourth and a fifth and three cats and a dog and a snake because he wants to raise everything with you because life is short and he wants to live it with you and only you

rintarou suna who builds you beautiful minecraft builds, complete with chests filled to the brim of books he’s thoroughly typed out with all of his love and thoughts spilled on every page

rintarou suna who runs up to you in minecraft just to deliver you a pretty flower he picked because he thinks it’ll match your eyes

rintarou suna who was emotionally numb when he met you because of everything he’d been going through at home, but knew you were the one he wanted for the rest of his life the second he laid eyes on you and realized that you made him feel something- which was an occurrence that hadn’t happened in years

“you made me feel again, love. i never thought i would be able to do that.”

rintarou suna who lets you play games on his phone and trusts you with his life, who would never ever let go of you in a million years because he wants you for himself until the end of time because he simply can’t risk losing you

rintarou suna who buys you rings and diamond necklaces and clothes and the most absurdly expensive gifts just for the purpose of wanting to spoil you rotten

rintarou suna who loves you too much to ever leave without telling you how much he loves you. he won’t shower or go to practice or go to the bathroom or leave to go to the kitchen or hang up the facetime without telling you what to mean to him

rintarou suna who loves you no matter what, and will keep it that way until the end of time…

no matter what it takes <3

[qveerthe0ry]

Lions Ain't the Kind - Part Three

Summary: You and Frankie talk about your feelings. And also bang. Word Count: 3,053 (it's short but porn with the tiniest bit of plot) Pairing: Frankie Morales x NB/Gender-fluid! AFAB! Reader Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings: 18+ mdni, subby!Frankie, soft dom!reader, talks about narcotics anonymous, amab terminology for afab genitalia, kissing, making out, p in v intercourse, frottage, dirty talk, Frankie has a praise kink, no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader A/N: As always, thank you to @for-a-longlongtime and @perotovar for beta reading and motivating me ilysm

Maybe it’s a little reckless, you think. It’s a Thursday night, and Frankie’s at your place for the fifth night in a row. 

Sunday and Monday he left when you both were yawning into the wee hours. Tuesday, he fell asleep on your shoulder as you watched a movie on cable, and you had to kiss his sweet little sleeping face until he woke to send him on his way. 

Wednesday, he came over later than the days prior, after his weekly community event. He opened up to you about what that meant, his weekly NA meeting, and showed you his one and two year chip, preciously tucked away in his wallet. He told you about how he’s nearly halfway to getting his third, and thinks he wants to become a sponsor soon. 

He goaded you to ask him questions you may have, answered them patiently, and thanked you for listening. He looked tired, that night. He wore a long day of work, a bit of anxiety, and the challenging conversation all in the dark circles under his eyes and his slumped shoulders. 

So you took him to bed for the first time, made him a warm mug of tea as he weakly protested, and settled your favorite weighted blanket on top of him. You let some satisfying YouTube compilation play at low volume, dimmed the lights, and snuggled into him while he sipped the chamomile with sugar. 

When he’d finished, you let him rest his heavy head on your chest and close his eyes. 

“Can I sleep over tonight?”

His voice was small and weary and you couldn’t possibly say no to him. So you set an alarm for him, turned off the bedside lamp, and slept. 

And now it’s Thursday, and even though you woke up with him and showered with him and kissed him goodbye before you both went to work, you still crave the feeling of being near him. 

Actually, you’re fully convinced that you’ve never felt so good in your life than you do right now, lazing in bed with bellies full of pizza and your head resting on Frankie’s solid chest. 

It’s raining, as it has been pretty much all day. The kind of gloomy that begs you to go home and snuggle up with someone. You want to pretend like that’s the reason you’ve yearned for Frankie all day long, but you’d only be lying to yourself. 

The TV is on, but it’s long been abandoned. You breathe together as you both watch the rain through the small slits in your bedroom blinds. 

Easy. 

Always so easy. You’re content to just enjoy the feeling of being this close to him, listening to the storm and the soft breaths. 

But there’s a bit of a heated energy between you. You can feel it in the way his half-hard cock twitches against your thigh, the way his hand slinks lower and lower with each pass he makes across your back. 

You can’t mask your reaction either, the way your breathing hitches every time his fingertips graze the bare skin between your hoodie and your briefs. Humidity builds quickly between your thighs, and feeling his strong one pressed against your cock has it throbbing in no time, has you arching into him for more. 

“Hard for me, guapo?” 

His whisper tickles your forehead, and you crane your neck to look up at him and nod. 

“Can I get you off?” 

You nod again, drowsiness and arousal clouding your brain a bit too much to conjure up words. He coos at you as he presses his thigh harder against your package. Your nails sink into the bare skin of his chest where you’ve snaked your hand under his t-shirt, and it makes him gasp and curse. 

“What can I do? What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

Jesus. 

Your cock pulses at his eagerness to submit to and serve you. You sense he feels it, because he rolls his thigh into you again. You huff and pull your hand out from under his shirt so you can grip his shoulder, then wrap your hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours. 

His groan mixes with your own, and his hips buck up to find relief against your thigh, too. You fucking love this. You love it so much your entire chest swells with it. Lazy and turned on, exhilarated but tired, and so so comfortable here. You’re in your pajamas, and Frankie’s in a borrowed pair of yours, and you press and roll against each other like a dance you’ve practiced millions of times. 

You shift to straddle him properly, and his hands find your hips, to guide you or to ground himself, you can’t be sure. His dick presses against yours and you gasp, and his teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

“Shit, can you take these off?” 

You slip two fingers under the elastic of your shorts that sit snug against his hips and he nods quickly. 

You work to get yours off yourself as he shimmies his down his legs and before he can even kick them off you’re spitting into your palm to wrap it around his heavy, warm prick. 

His eyelids flutter closed at the feeling and he goes lax into the mattress under him. You make quick work of slicking him up before you lower yourself back down. He hisses as you slide your cock against his, grinding into his frenulum, and for a moment you’re worried that he’s too sensitive. 

The anxiety falls when his hands press you against him harder, and his hips buck up, and he lets out a sweet groan. You rock your hips, reveling in the wet friction of your cocks sliding together, the tips of them kissing before every retreating roll. You bend down to kiss him, open-mouthed and uncoordinated. The rough bumps of his taste buds against your own make you shiver, make you thrust your hips a little faster. 

And his noises. He’s so fucking vocal, it makes you even more wet, that much more turned-on and desperate for him. You match them, unable to hold back the raw desire that’s overwhelmed you in such a short amount of time. 

His prick twitches deliciously as it slides back and forth through your folds, and you start to roll your hips even further, to feel the head of it press against your soaking entrance. 

You aren’t always so into penetration. You have to be in a certain mood, and you have to really want it. 

But right now, as you feel him catch on your rim, and the accompanying gasp when Frankie feels it too… Well, you really fucking want it. 

You bite down on his plump bottom lip maybe a bit too hard, and he hisses as you pull away. 

“Fuck, Frankie,” you pant, “can I— Can I put it inside?” 

You watch him squeeze his eyes shut, and feel his hips jerk at the question, and hear his whimper cut off as he replies.

“Yes, anything. Take anything from me. I want it.”

His babbling eggs you on, and you tilt your hips and lean back enough to let his cock press into you. You watch his chest rise and fall rapidly as you sink down onto him, so easily with how turned on and soaking wet you are. 

He fills you perfectly. Your nails bite into his skin with how fucking good it feels to clench around him. 

“You— Oh god.”

His eyes are squeezed shut, and his grip on your hips is bruising.

“Okay?”

“Too fucking good, you feel amazing,” he pants.

You lift yourself up and begin to ride him, watching with heavy lids as he writhes under you. You work together beautifully, meeting each other halfway. The angle has him grinding into the perfect fucking spot, and you know you won’t last long. You can tell he won’t either by the way his eyebrows are pinched together in an effort to hang on. 

“Touch me,” you breathe, spreading your thighs wider. 

You watch as Frankie’s big, brown eyes open and gaze up at you, then down the arched line of your body, to where he’s pressed deep inside of you. 

His hand twitches on your hip, and you realize you haven’t really done this with him yet. But it’s okay. You’ll show him, you want to show him. And more than just to get off, but because you want him to know you, every part. 

You take one of his hands into your own. His eyes follow them both where you bring them to your mouth. You suck on his thumb first, and watch his eyelashes flutter as he grinds out a ‘fuck me’ through his teeth. You repeat with his index finger, and let the sloppy job you’ve done leave a thin string of spit between him and your mouth. 

He squeezes your hip with his free hand as you guide his other down, past your heaving chest and your belly, to rest on the hairs on your mound. You hear his breath hitch, and it makes you smile, and then you coax him to take your cock between his thumb and forefinger. 

You whimper as he squeezes experimentally, and then you move his hand to start stroking you. 

“Like this?” He asks, eyes so wide as he looks up at you. 

“Just like that. Please don’t stop.” 

He nods and continues to jerk you off, and you finally start moving again, your knees screaming as they lift you up and back down on his cock. You feel it jerking inside you, so heavy and thick. You cry out when you find the perfect angle, and you grind and bounce on him like that until your ears ring and your vision goes fuzzy and you’re coming around him. 

He cries out too, nails nearly breaking skin as he feels you squeeze him and as your dick pulses over and over again between his fingers. You both watch it, the way it throbs in his grip, and the creamy white droplets that leak out of you around his prick. 

You pull his hand away when it’s too much, but you keep riding him. He quickly sits up on his elbows, grabs one of your hips with his big hand. 

“Gonna— Ah, fuck. Gonna come. Tell me where,” he pants. 

“In me, fill me. Want you to,” you say, equally out of breath. 

He keens, whining as he buries his face in the sweaty skin of your neck. He’s supporting himself with just one hand now, the other wraps around your waist as he fucks up into you. You hold his head steady against you, fingers tangled in his hair as his cock pounds into the sensitive nerves inside you.

You’re both a heap of a mess, sounds of your pleasure and your bodies colliding and the bed creaking all mixed together. You feel it when he releases, in the way his dick jumps and twitches inside you and the way his grip on your waist tightens and the way his teeth sink into your skin. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Jesus. Shit.” 

You giggle, chuffed with yourself, but also at the way his breath tickles your goosebumped skin. His lips and tongue soothe the nasty bruise he left fairly high up on your neck. You tug on his hair to get him to look up at you.

He always looks so goddamn gorgeous after he comes. So relaxed, hazy, eyes dark and glassy. You press your lips to his and feel him go lax against you as he lets out a big breath. 

“Guapo,” he mumbles low against your lips, “so fucking perfect.”

His voice is all slurred and low and it rumbles your own chest where it’s pressed up against his. You hum your agreement and rest your foreheads together. 

For a moment you just rest there like that, listening to your breaths even back out again, and the accompanying rain against your window panes. His hands draw soothing patterns on your lower back, and you can’t stop running your fingers through his slightly damp curls. 

Whe Frankie goes soft enough to slip out of you, you regretfully have to stumble off to the bathroom. You stare in the mirror a bit too long, eyeing the love bite you will DEFINITELY have to pull out your makeup bag for in the morning. But you also notice your exerted face, the sweat that lingers on your skin, and most of all, the smile that you cannot get to go away. 

When you come back to the bedroom with a towel, Frankie seems to be having a similar problem. 

All cleaned up, you crawl back under the covers with him, coax him to roll over so you can hold him from behind and rest your hand over his heart. 

“Gonna start charging you for rent, Pretty Boy.”

He chuckles, wiggling his ass back into you. 

“Surely there’s some other way I could repay you.” 

It shocks a huffed laugh out of you, and you move to grab his hip and dig your fingertips into the warm flesh. 

“Would you like that, Francisco?”

It still delights you, how tangible his reaction is when you say his full name. This time, you get to see the goosebumps break out on the back of his neck. You press your tongue against them, then your teeth, and chuckle when his response is stilted. 

“Yeah– yes. Fuck.”

You get a wicked feeling that curls around your gut, hot and sticky, almost whiplash to be right back here again so shortly after such an intense orgasm. 

Your hand moves to his thigh, where you toy with the hem of your shorts. 

“You want me to fuck you, Pretty Boy?”

He arches into your touch, encourages you to reach higher. He’s forgone his underwear, you discover, as you stroke the skin just under his asscheek. He shivers as you tease him, cuts off a noise high in the back of his throat to respond. 

“I do,” he whispers.

You grab his hip once more, grinding into him, finding the juncture of his neck with your mouth and suckling before you speak against it. 

“Shit, Frankie. Gonna be my pillow princess? Let me have my way with your cute little ass?”

He yelps when you bite the thin skin behind his earlobe, but his back just arches even more to press back into you. 

“I can’t– I can’t go again right now.”

You huff at that, and smile against the curls at his nape, pinch his asscheek once for good measure. 

“That’s okay. We have time, right?”

He turns in your hold and finds your lips with his own in an instant. Bruising, his mouth is insistent against yours, while his hand scrabbles for purchase on your hoodie. You’re both short of breath, once again, when he pulls away. 

“I really, really think that you’re good for me.” 

It sets your heart racing. It’s not something anyone’s ever said to you. It’s not something you thought was ever really possible, to actually add value to someone’s experience. Not someone worth being with, anyway. 

“I know you’re good for me,” you whisper. 

“Don’t let me fuck this up. I fuck this kinda thing up, usually. Don’t let me. Yell at me, tie me down, call my mother on me, but don’t… just don’t let me fuck this up for myself.”

You kiss the crown of his head. 

“You like being yelled at and tied down, then?”

That gets a real laugh out of him, startled and bubbly, and you squirm under him as he pinches at your sides. 

As the laughter dies down, you watch the wrinkles at the edge of his eyes settle, and even reach up to swipe your thumb across them. 

“You know I wanna show you off, right?”

You nod, an instinct, nothing more. 

“Guapo. I mean it. You’re so… You’re totally out of my league, I wanna brag about it to everyone.” 

“What makes you think I’m out of your league, you crazy, crazy man?” 

Your hand finds his curls again, playfully scraping your knuckles across his scalp. 

“You’re the entire fucking package, you’re sweet and gorgeous, smart, successful, so kind. Everything I’ve always wanted. I want everyone to know I have that. It’s silly, I know, but I feel so… smug about it.” 

You laugh, but it’s broken and breathy. 

“You think you feel smug.” 

“Aw, c’mon. I’m just some guy.” 

“You’re my guy.” 

“Fuck, say that again.”

His hand finds your hip and squeezes, and you bite your lip to hide the satisfaction in your smile. 

“You’re my guy, Frankie.” 

His eyes lose their mischievous glint. They soften, and his bottom lip quivers as he sucks in a deep breath. 

“You mean that? You– You want me… like that?”

Your hand settles at the back of his head to cradle it, and you press a kiss to his heated cheek, then his nose, then his forehead. 

“Sweet boy, of course I do. I want you in every way you’ll let me have you.” 

A little breath hiccups out of him and his face splits into a pearly white grin. 

“Like… as your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes at him then, but match his smile tooth for tooth. 

“Yes, Pretty Boy. As my boyfriend.”

He lets out a happy sigh, and you feel his fingers fidget with the hem of your hoodie.

“Guapo… What do you want me to call you?” 

You hum, and press your lips to his, so soft and supple and malleable against your own. 

“Partner…” you mumble against him, “better half.”

“That one’s very true,” he jokes into your kiss. 

“Dearest… lover.”

“You’re gonna make me hard again,” he says, low, a warning into your own mouth. 

“Is that such a crime?” 

“You’re gonna send me to an early grave, so, in the long run it is.” 

You laugh, full and deep, lips pressed to his cheek. 

“My dearest,” he says, pressing a kiss to your own cheek, “my partner,” a kiss to your forehead, “my lover,” a kiss against your lips, languid and drawn out, until you’re arching against him and tangling yourself in him. 

“Yours.”

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[neopronouns]

flag id: six flags with 11 stripes. the first and eleventh stripes are rows of 6 triangles pointing towards the center of the flag, and the second and tenth stripes are outlines of those triangles. the third and ninth stripes are largest and the fifth and seventh are very small.

the top left flag's stripes are cream, dark red, medium light brown, dull brown, dull dark brown, near-black, dull dark brown, dull brown, medium light brown, dark red, and cream. the top right flag's stripes are cream, dark red, light brown, orange-brown, dark silver, black, dark silver, orange-brown, light brown, dark red, and cream.

the middle left flag's stripes are cream, dark red, grey, dull medium brown, brown, brown-black, brown, dull medium brown, grey, dark red, and cream. the middle right flag's stripes are cream, dark red, very light grey, dull light brown, dark brown-grey, near-black, dark brown-grey, dull light brown, very light grey, dark red, and cream.

the bottom left flag's stripes are cream, dark red, light green-yellow, yellow-green, medium dark green, dark faded green, medium dark green, yellow-green, light green-yellow, dark red, and cream. the bottom right flag's stripes are cream, dark red, dull brown, dull dark brown, very dark faded brown, black, very dark faded brown, dull dark brown, dull brown, dark red, and cream. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

sanguicanine | sanguifeline sanguiraptorial | sanguistrigine sanguiserpentine | sanguiarachnoid

sanguicanine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way canines are

sanguifeline: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way felines are

sanguiraptorial: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way birds of prey are

sanguistrigine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way owls are

sanguiserpentine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way snakes are

sanguiarachnoid: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way spiders are

[pt: sanguicanine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way canines are

sanguifeline: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way felines are

sanguiraptorial: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way birds of prey are

sanguistrigine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way owls are

sanguiserpentine: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way snakes are

sanguiarachnoid: a sanguihunt that is predatory in the way spiders are. end pt]

day 8 of @radiomogai's 1k coining event, 'the hunt'!

the flags are all in the sanguihunt format, the outer two stripes of each represent predator animals, and the rest represent the type of animal. the terms are 'sangui' from 'sanguihunt' + an adjective describing the type of creature!

tags: @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai | dni link

[fuokir]

Beloved Dragon ☄

🔹 Aena's dragon name - North Wind (abbreviate to Nowi) 🔹 Unlike Aeva's dragon, which hatched only on the fifth birthday of its mistress, Nowi hatched almost immediately, as soon as the dragon's egg was placed in Aena's cradle. 🔹The muzzle of the North Wind is very reminiscent of a snake. Its lower jaw is strongly pushed forward, adorned with a row of sharp teeth. He is almost all smooth, and seems to be covered with skin, not scales. (but of course it's not, he's just as scaly as other dragons) 🔹 Nowi and Aena developed a strong bond very quickly. And Aena simply adored their joint flights, often stopping in secluded places, spending as much time with Nowi as possible. 🔹Nowi has a cunning disposition, which is very similar to his rider. Often he could slightly push Aeva with his muzzle, dumping his mistress's sister right into a puddle, he could growl at Aymond indicatively to frighten the boy. 🔹 He is an order of magnitude smaller than the Aeva's dragon, which made him nimble and agile. The north wind is fast enough and it is very easy to get away from the chase on it. 🔹 The strong bond with his rider made Novi very emotional. While Aena had to be restrained, all her emotions were directly projected by the dragon. If she is sad, he howls, if she is angry, he growls, her pain is his pain. 🔹 The war could not end well for both of them. The north wind is a strong dragon that protects its rider. But Aena was not ready for the battlefield. She is a person operating from the shadows, one who is used to doing second-hand work. 🔹 Their first, and then the second battle went well. Not perfect, but they were both safe and sound. 🔹 The third flight went badly from the very beginning. Heleina went up to her mother that morning and, tightly grabbing her by the hand, muttered another cryptic speech, Heleina's gaze lingered for a moment on her cousin, and then she began to embroider again. Alicent was not imbued with what was said. 🔹 Aena did not have time to fly high, a trebuchet projectile flew towards them, hitting the north wind right in the wing, the second projectile, launched next, walked right into the dragon's chest. 🔹 In agony, Aena and Nowi were left lying on the side of the ridge. 🔹 The north wind died from the third hit right in the head. Aena at that time had already lost consciousness and did not die only thanks to the dead body of Nowi, which protected him from shelling. 🔹 The death of the dragon did not pass without a trace for Aena. Experienced stress, loss, memories of the agony in which her dragon died. All this led to a disease that devoured Aena very quickly. 🔹 The family saw one way out - Aena must ride another dragon, establish contact with him, restore what was lost. But at that moment she was in an extreme degree of exhaustion, the illness receded, but depression got the better of her. 🔹 Aena died less than a year after the death of the North Wind. Under the cover of night her heart finally gave out and broke.

part 1 ◇ part 2 ◇ part 3 ◇ part 4 ◇ part 5

[mossy-astral-ghost]

A small sketch dump

Some snipets from my figure drawing final.

We had the option of drawing out monster anatomy studies, so I jumped on that train very quickly.

The subjects are a gorgon (with anatomy based on a boa constrictor) and an abominable snowman afflicted with vampirism.

I took to this like a field-journal world building project and I might make more monster/mythology field journal pages when my brain is less soup.

Subjects are a boa constrictor inspired gorgon and an abominable snowman afflicted with vampirism.

Text transcripts and image descriptions below here!

Text transcriptions bc my handwriting is awful:

Image 1

- top left: Thick, dense ribs to accommodate larger muscles for constricting

- mid left: cartilage sternum

- lower left: tongue extends from roof of mouth

- bottom: ligaments allow for independent movement in jaw sides

Image 2

- "Sternum made of cartilage to accommodate for larger prey"

Image 4

- middle: unafflicted

Image 5

- middle: afflicted

ID: A collection of 5 drawings studying the fiction anatomy of two monsters. The drawings are on brown sketch paper and are made of white chalk, black ink, graphite, and red and orange colored pencils.

The first image has a drawing of an open-mouthed, humanoid skeleton with a snake-like jaw and tongue seen from the side; there is a ink drawing of a front view of a snake-like human mouth open to expose a lack of front teeth. Below this is a front view of the previous skeleton mentioned, where the jaw is opened wife.

The second image is of a humanoid ribcage with the sternum highlighted in an orange.

The third image is of a humanoid skull sitting at a three-fourths (¾) angle and appears to have two long tusks growing out of its lower set of teeth and two protruding fangs instead of standard front teeth. The nose of the skeleton appears to be upside down.

The fourth and fifth image both show a front view of a humanoid skull, with the fourth image showing a skull with long tusks on its lower row of teeth and the fifth image showing a similar skull with the same tusks and a set of large fangs instead of front teeth and has an upside down nose.

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 513 (Do Not Copy) - 02.10.2024

During the middle of the day, four individuals wrapped in hoods had each appeared in separate corners of the great Midas City. One of them appeared near the Griffith Elementary School at the northwest side. Another remained on the top of the Sky Dye Mall which was at the southwest area. The third one stood at the grassy area in the northeast area. And the fourth one was by the mountains in the southeast area.

At the top of a large mountain of the grassy area was the fifth member of the group along with the vengeful god Ares.

The four warriors called "Ophiskuaneos Formation!"

Each of the warriors blew out a long wave of blue energy that resembled a snake. The four snakes slowly formed into a large light surrounded the entire city. And the god Ares roared loudly with laughter.

Inside a classroom at the Midas Academy, the young gargoyle named Silver Monroe hurried to a desk at the end of the row near the door as the younger student named Colby Fox remained at a desk on the other side.

Meanwhile, the older student Pacey Deacon spotted the wicked blue light covering the sky as he stood by a large window inside the Fitness Gym. And his friend Luna stood by his left side.

At the front entrance of the Sky Dye Mall was the beautician Paige McCormack who looked up at the blue light covering the sky.

Inside another classroom at the Midas Academy, every student along with a female teacher stood by the windows. And they all stared at the bright light in the sky.

Among the students was the young genius named Dilan Carr. He wore a green shirt with short white sleeves, long blue jeans, and brown shoes.

Another student hurried to Dilan and cried in a male voice "I don't have to be a genius to know that isn't good!"

This was an older boy with great skin, brown eyes, and short gray hair. And a large scar remained on his left cheek. He had on a long-sleeved black sweater, tight blue jeans, and gray shoes.

Dilan replied "In that we agree. But I wish that you were wrong, Rhys. This had to come during the week of the examinations."

A female student named Ash Iliakos stood in front of the pair as she cried "I can't believe this! This must be a bad omen!"

Ash had her long blond hair that is tied into a low pony-tail. And she wore a pair of eyeglasses that had clear lenses. She wore a sleeveless gray shirt with a black collar around her neck. She had a long gray sleeve around her left arm that was separated from her shirt. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her chest. She also had on a pair of tight white pants that lowered to her knees. And she wore a pair of short black boots.

Other students stood behind the trio with a younger Raj among them. He wore a thin sand-colored sweater along with a pair of baggy pale-green pants that had a thin black belt around his waist. And he had on his black shoes with yellow-green at the top center.

He asked in a soft voice "What the hell is going on?"

And Dilan answered "I have no answer for this. But this is the last thing that I expected to happen."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 513:  Hi-Tech Young Monk

A year later, two students had fought each other as other students and staff members remained on the bleachers at both sides of the Training Room at the Midas Academy during one morning.

One of the fighters was the popular student, Pacey Deacon. He wore a sleeveless light-blue shirt with darker armor over it. He had thin white pads covering his shoulders. Along with that, he wore tight blue pants with dark-blue at the bottom and a thick blue belt with his MAF badge worn as a buckle. He also had black kneepads and a large yellow bolt of lightning on each pad around the ankle. And he had on a pair of white combat boots.

The other was Oren Garcia who had tan skin, brown eyes, and a well-built body And the front part of his shirt black hair was spiked up. He had on a sleeveless black shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a tribal belt around his waist with a golden rectangular buckle at the front center. He also had a black gauntlet around each wrist, black gloves, and brown tribal boots. And he wore a necklace with a small golden arrowhead tied at the center.

The pair continued exchanging punches as Raj sat at the back part of the bleachers which remained at the left side of the room. He wore a white shirt with long golden sleeves. And on the top right side of the shirt's front were a pair of golden diamonds. He also had a pair of baggy khaki pants with a thin black belt around the waist. And he had on a pair of black shoes with yellow-green at the top center.

Raj had watched the movements of each fighter as he thought to himself "Both of them! They really can fight! I wish I was like that!"

During that evening, Raj began training at the center of the Training Room. He threw different types of punches of kicks after performing either forward rolls, tumbles, backward rolls, and cartwheels. Meanwhile, he wore a sleeveless black shirt instead of his long-sleeved shirt.

Pacey Deacon stood behind him with his arms folded before him. But instead of his sleeveless top, he wore a long-sleeved gray shirt.

After he rolled back, Raj started throwing out a barrage of punches and kicks along with his teacher.

Pacey gave an approved smile while watching Raj performing his best.

During the second part of the next year, the army of the Midas soldiers that were led by Greg Griffin had battled a large swarm of mindless cyborgs at the front of the Fitness Gym. The other heroes -- Beau Ravenstone, Mercury Fakinos, and Laura Griffin -- had surrounded the muscular Two of Nine as they all stood at the right side of the small building called Syd's.

By the cliff at the Forest Area above the Midas Academy were Seven of Nine and Alexis Sanyo who battled more of the cybernetic drones using their own abilities. Seven of Nine had fired small balls of light-green energy from the pistols attached to his wrists while Alexis used Hypnosis to put many of the drones around her to sleep.

At the center of the Grasslands near Cade Street, the headstrong soldier named McKennah Roberts fired a barrage of small rings made of golden energy from her right point-finger at the observant Four of Nine who block the projectiles using her opened umbrella. Three of Nine soon flew toward their attacker as McKennah blew a long spiraling wave of yellow energy from her left point-finger.

While the pair of young cyborgs continued fighting McKennah, the student Raj crawled toward a large pile of the cybernetic drone's lifeless bodies. This time he wore a sleeveless black shirt, baggy khaki pants with a thin black belt, and his black shoes that had yellow-green at the top center. He also had his MAF badge on the front left side of his shirt. And he wore his blue visor covering his eyes.

Raj began analyzing parts of their bodies with eccentric tendencies until four more of the cybernetic drones marched toward him. The scared boy slowly rose as each of the drones aimed the pistol from their right wrist at him. Someone else jumped down before Raj and blew a barrage of medium fireballs from their mouth to burn the heads of the emotionless drones.

Then the person faced the relieved Raj. This was a young woman with brown eyes, pale-brown skin, and a fit body. She had long dark-brown hair tied in a bun which remained behind her head. And a black band had covered the bottom of each ear. She had black eyeliner, brown eye-shadow, and pink lipstick. She wore a black shirt with dark-brown covering the waist and a pair of short black sleeves. She also had on dark-brown leggings, black warmers covering her knees, long black gloves, and long black boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the center of her shirt. Around her neck was a golden medallion that had five red gems at the center.

She told Raj "You must focus more on either disarming or ending your opponent instead of collecting their mechanical belongings."

The excited boy lowered to his right knee and took another look at the right wrist of a fallen drone.

"But these devices are cool," implied Raj. "I can probably make weapons out of these things."

The woman nodded her head and replied "Your fascination for technology and other forms of science has always disappointed our father. You are his only son. You should do what you must in order to continue our traditions."

Raj told the woman "I wish you all would realize that I don't want anything to do with our family's traditions. I wish to live my own way. Be my own man!"

He lowered his head and added "I am not our dada, Trinity. Hetchima Zhing will always be the greatest shaman of all time. He was also the hero of our village due to competing in many fighting tournaments. But all of that is not for me."

The woman nodded her head again and responded "You should no longer call me by that name. My real name is Tritva. You should start using our native language from this moment on."

Raj continued analyzing the body parts of the drone as he told the woman "I would rather be an inventor. You should see all the things I have built. My creations have helped many at the Academy so far."

The woman lowered her head and said "Rajiv. I wish you would realize your true worth."

[shadowboxerinc]

Box Office for November 24-26, 2023

11.26.23 Hello and Evening! For the second week in a row, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes is at the top spot of the list with a total of $98M. The new entry, Napoleon came in the second spot with $33M, Wish at third with $32M, Trolls Band Together with $64 at the fourth spot, and lastly Thanksgiving at the fifth spot with $24M. Now for the rest of the list, all thanks to IMDb…

[senstless]

Splinterlands BATTLE MAGE SECRETS Featuring a Weapons Trained Krash Wanderford in Unprotected Rule Set in Bronze League Action

Featuring Bronze League Summoner and Monsters in Action!

I know that this post is not following this week's proposed battle mage secrets featuring enrage. I was surprised to see that I did not have one saved in my tracker, I could not find a battle with enraged in my battle history or my bra history. Apparently it has been a long time since I have played that rule set and have essentially given up on getting it through this week. It probably doesn't help that I posted a prime example of it last week unknowingly using the great example for this week.

CHALLENGE RULES

RULESET: UNBROKEN

Description: Unprotected: All armor is removed from monsters and one cannot gain armor.

Reasons Why I like it

Unprotected can really provide a boost to melee monsters. You no longer have to worry about first cracking through the armor for attacking your health, and instead get to immediately do health damage, this makes it much more in line with attacks like magic. Downside is of course that will help monsters are extremely susceptible to being taken out before they can provide their benefits

The Matchup - Where Rules Sets, Splinters and Mana Collide

The Rule Sets

Watch the Match Here

MANA: 28

Ruleset: Unprotected: All armor is removed from monsters and one cannot gain armor.

SPLINTERS: Fire, Death

Initial Rule Set and Mana Gameplay Thoughts

Rulesets I think this rule said favors potentially melee or arrow attacks. More balanced cards that have a decent health along with their attack. I tend to feel like some magic cards are lower on the health curve.

Mana 28 Manor is a sizeable amount. It should allow for the majority of lineups to be played and allow for some of the biggest man of monsters to be put onto the field with some supporting cast

Splinters

It really comes down to fire or death since those are the only two options. Both have benefits and will do well with the school set. 28 minute is a little light for how I tend to play death as I like several cards that are 7 to 10 mana and I will quickly run out.

Summoner ETERNAN BRUNE It's honestly a bit of a waste for this rule set, it takes away two armor in most cases but given the rules that there will be none to actually take away. The real benefit that I got was being able to pull a Gladius card

First Position KRASH WANDERFORD 2 weeks in a row I've posted use cases for Krash, I am finding myself playing it more and more giving it s high speed and health and first position. And only four mana it's not too bad

Second Position FERSXIAN HERO If I play Krash then I always want to try to weapons train it. Giving it the ability to perform an attack really helps boost my team

Third Position MORDEUS Who doesn't love a high-hitting opportunity melee card, especially when there's no armor to worry about and they can hopefully get a knockout right away. Only downside is it only has four help

Fourth Position LAVA SPIDER Not my first choice, but I actually asked and put it in due to its five health. My thoughts was more focused on protecting from the snake melee attack, and preferred having a card that gave more health than one additional damage

**Fifth Position SCORCH FIEND **A Simply put back here for a sneak attack. Hoping something hits it and wastes a turn.

Opponent Lineup & Match Play

Summoner TARSA Solid play, and I can't fold them for wanting to boost both health and attack

ANTOID PLATOON It loses some of its appeal without having the armor to go along with the shield. And only three health it's a little undersized to be a tank

TENYII STRIKER Really nice card especially after it gets boosted. Three damage and seven health will be hard to overcome

SERPENTINE SPY Another mixed card in my opinion. While it does have decent speed and attack with opportunity it's big downfall is it will be one of the first cards targeted by opportunity and has no protection

URAEU Another card that I traditionally prefer, but the removal of its armor means I am less fond of it it is rules

SPIRIT HOARDER Very solid choice given the last card played and I can't fault them at all and think it's a nice strategy

IIDRI FYRE Pretty good choice, eight health and that will be getting triage. Everything outside of the front row should be attacking it as it has taught.

Round 1

Is the wrong start I'm feeling like I have a good shot to win, but certainly I'm willing to admit that they have some pretty good cards and a decent lineup built. As the round starts out, I am the first to lose a monster when I lose scorch fiend to quickly followed by lava spider. This certainly makes things look bleak the only good news from round one is that the large speed differential kept Krash from getting the final hit and saving a couple of extra health

Round 2

Round two starts off a bit better as I score my first knockout and it's Krash triggering a bloodlust and boosting its stats into three melee 9-speed and seven health. 9-speed is pretty high and will be troublesome for my opponents to hit. As the round continues I unfortunately lose Mordues leaving me only two monsters. Luckily for me the high-speed on Krash triggers another myth.

Round 3

Round three strats and I get another attack, but it's one short from securing a knockout. It's quickly followed up by my second attack and I do secure The knockout on Tentii Striker. That was most of the action for the round and things settled without much else

Round 4

Around 4:00 I'm starting to get excited, as I go first and secure yet another knockout triggering yet another blood bust. At this point I am noticing that every card health limit is now underneath my attack damage where I should be securing another knockout at the start of the next two rounds. The round really finishes off by getting another knockout from Hero

Round 5

Around five starts in my favorite way. Securing yet another knockout, while triggering another bloodlust. I'm now up to 5 damage and 11 speed with six health. I've also guaranteed my victory I say have no attacking cards left in I have two. This went from looking like a loss in the first couple of rounds to being a guaranteed victory. This will end in round 6 either way but do we know other for the action

Round 6

Pretty solid victory

Thoughts -

Things are closer than I'd probably like to admit. A lot of it has to do with attack order and luck. Depends on if the right monster attack and secure it's a knockout for a bloodlust. I've had other matches where it is always one attack off and it can never get on a roll. Sometimes once you get one or two blood lusts the monster becomes almost unbeatable and is doing so much damage that it alone can turn time. I will continue to use Krash in rule sets like unbroken and ones that eliminate magic that favor melee type cards. It's ridiculous speed and abilities to weapons train just makes sense.

~~@senstless

[grotend]

The Snake Prince

Page 1 ID: The first page of a greyscale comic. The first row is one long panel. On the left side of the panel, a woman with curly hair wearing a dress and scarf on her head is carrying a bundle of sticks on her back walking towards a house. The house is on the right side of the panel and is a small home. In the background are mountains across the horizon. There is a box in the top left corner that has text reading, “Once upon a time…” The second row has three almost square panels. The first panel shows the woman opening her front door, looking into her house. A box across the top of the panel reads, “in a small house in the country…”. The second panel shows the woman in silhouette from behind, loading logs into her fireplace. The third panel shows her from behind in silhouette again lighting a fire in her fireplace. The third row is also made of three almost square panels. The first shows the woman seated on a chair. The fireplace cannot be seen but the light it is giving off lights her up while the rest of the room remains dark. In the top right corner there is a text box that reads, “a woman lived alone…”. The second panel shows the side profile view of a snake. He is looking out of a hole in the wall at the woman sitting by the fire. A text box in the upper left corner reads, “or so she thought…” The third panel shows the snake approaching the woman in her chair. There is a speech bubble coming from the snake that reads, “Pardon me, miss”. The woman has a hand up to her mouth in surprise. The fourth row has two rectangular panels. The first shows the head of the snake on the left side of the panel. A speech bubble takes up the right side, reading, “I have seen that you are lonely, that you have no children of your own. I do not know my own mother. Perhaps we could help each other?” The second panel shows the woman from the shoulders up on the right side of the panel. A speech bubble takes up the left side that reads, “Perhaps we could…”. The fifth row has 4 portrait oriented rectangular panels. The first shows the woman in her chair, holding the snake who has been swaddled like a baby. She is feeding him from a bottle. The second panel shows the snake sitting in a high chair with a bowl in front of him. The third panel shows the snake next to a couple alphabet blocks. The fourth panel shows the snake wearing a graduation cap and cloak.

Page 2 ID: The second page of a greyscale comic. The first row has two rectangular panels. The first one shows the snake and the woman seated at a table. The snake says, “Mother, I believe I am of sufficient age to marry!”. The woman says, “I agree, dear. Though it may be hard to find another snake like you…”. The second panel shows only the snake. His speech bubble takes up most of the right side of the panel. He says, “If I married a snake, I would be no different than any other reptile! No, I would like to request the princess’ hand in marriage!” The second row is made up of one long panel. It is similar to the first panel on the first page, only this time the woman is walking down a path towards a castle. In the top right of the panel, a text box reads “Willing to do anything for her son, she made her way to the castle…” The third row is made of three rectangular panels. In the first one, the king is seated on his throne. The king is an older man wearing a three pointed crown and an expensive looking coat with fur trim. He is also holding a scepter. The woman is in the foreground, in silhouette from behind. She says, “My lord, I come with a request. My son would like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” The second panel shows the king from the shoulders up. One eyebrow is down, and the other is up, showing him internalizing the request. The third panel shows the king from the shoulders up, laughing hysterically. His mouth is open in a wide smile, his eyes are closed, and the words “ha ha ha” are written all over the panel. The fourth row has 4 portrait oriented rectangular panels. The first shows the king from the waist up, still seated on his throne. He says “Miss, even I have heard tell of your reptillian offspring”. The second panel shows the king’s full body as well as the woman in silhoutte from behind again. The king says, “Absolutely not.”. The third panel shows the woman from the knees up. She stands with her hands on her hips and says, “Does he not deserve a chance? I’ve raised an intelligent, considerate son. Him being cold-blooded doesn’t change that.” The fourth panel shows the king seated at his throne. He says, “He’ll have to prove his worth, but fine. We’ll give him a chance.”

Page 3 ID: The third and final page of the greyscale comic. The first row has two panels: one that is more square and one that is more rectangular. The first panel shows the king from the waist up with one hand raised. In the upper right corner is a text box that reads, “The King declared that he had 3 requests:” The second panel shows the throne room with the snake slithering through it from left to right. The panel is split diagonally. On the lower right half of the panel, the throne room is still in greyscale. In the upper left, the floor and window frame are decorated with gold and the walls are white. There are little gold sparkles around the room. At the top of the panel, in the middle, there is a text box that reads “Turn the palace to ivory and gold,”. The second row has two panels, both rectangular. The first panel shows the snake slithering up the path to the castle. This panel is split diagonally. One half of the panel is still in greyscale, the other half has the castle in white, accented with gold on the door and one of the towers. There are also gold sparkles around this side of the panel. In the top left corner, there is a text box that reads “Turn the path to the castle to gold and…” The second panel shows the snake slithering through an orchard of three trees, split in half diagonally. The lower right half is in greyscale and shows one of the fruits on the trees as just a basic black and white apple type shape. The upper left half shows the fruits as gold stones. This half is also decorated with gold sparkles. Towards the bottom of the panel there is a text box that reads, “Turn all the fruit in the royal garden to precious stone”. The fourth and final row has two panels. The first shows the king standing in his golden throne room, with his daughter, the princess, by his side. She has dark hair that falls to her shoulders and is parted in the middle. She is wearing a dress and a small crown. In the foreground, there are the silhouettes from behind of the woman and the snake. The king is saying, “Well, I can deny it no longer. Our children shall wed.” The second panel shows the princess and the snake standing together outside beneath a golden arch. The princess is wearing a wedding dress and holding a bouquet of flowers. She is smiling. The snake is wearing a suit jacket, button up shirt, and tie. He is looking up at the princess and there are hearts radiating out from him, moving up towards the top of the panel.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

FAVOURITE MUSIC 2022  I listened to far more music in 2022 than I did in 2021, despite not actively putting a radio show together or even actively seeking out many releases. I kept to an accidentally rigorous regime of listening to a few records every week, often while walking or driving, and that might explain this longer list of my year end favourites. Probably not a lot of surprises here, with lots of artists I have never failed to recommend to others! Click the album name for a link to the music on Bandcamp if possible.

Again, I did apply strict criteria: doesn't matter whether it was a reissue or not, but had to like it enough to try and get a copy, attend a show, or support the artist in some way, and/or listened to it repeatedly during the year. Several artists got two entries - but that's because the records in question by German Army and Nail Club are companion pieces of sort (they work better when listened to together, in my mind). 

There is also some music I didn't get around to really appreciating this year - by Heaven for Real, Mali Obomsawin, Horse Lords, Chatpile and that exciting Groucho Pepe release - that theoretically might have made this list had I gotten around to it.

FIRST ROW: Loraine James - Building Something Beautiful For Me Omodaka - ZENTSUU: Collected Works 2001-2019 Kali Malone - Living Torch Crack Cloud - Tough Baby Use Knife - The Shedding of Skin SECOND ROW: German Army - Endless Suburb / Allocations Of The American Nile Diagonals - Born Under A Rhyming Planet (re-issue) Wu-Lu - Loggerhead Night Beheaded - Enter Earth THIRD ROW: J. Carter - Speak, You Also Nail Club - Absolution / Mise en Abyme CTM - Babygirl Maylee Todd - Maloo

FOURTH ROW: John Rose - Kent County The Weather Station - How Is It That I Should Look At the Stars Kill Alters - Armed To The Teeth L​.​M​.​O​.​M​.​M. 700 Bliss - Nothing To Declare Shygirl - Nymph FIFTH ROW: Naujawanan Baidar - Khedmat Be Khalq Cucina Povera & Ben Vince - There I See Everything Dean Hurley + Romance - In Every Home A Heartache Fatboi Sharif x noface - Preaching In Havana Snake Chain - Snake Chain SIXTH ROW: დელფინების საავადმყოფო & خاااب - Georgian Letters Gavin Bryars - The Sinking of the Titanic (re-issue) Joyful Joyful - Joyful Joyful Zola Jesus - Arkhon Don-Bradshaw Leather - Distance Between Us (re-issue)

[monstrouscrew]

just a week of learning how to scream is better than taking meds. because it doesn't have negative side effects, and sounding like a nightmare is a joy 😈

[starlingsrps]

the nutcracker vol. 2

“gus when is feeb on?”

grady is the last person matthew would have ever imagined at an evening performance of the nutcracker but here he is, as formally dressed as he’s ever seen him, squinting at a program. thus far, there have been no incidents but he, adam, and gus had met them in the lobby with suspiciously flushed cheeks and had been incredibly giggly. if they had done shots in the bar across the street, he doesn’t blame them. this excursion had been his idea in the first place and somewhere in the past four hours, it’s all gone to fucking hell.

“second act,” he says. “she’s wearing a giant tutu, you can’t miss her.”

“cool. can i sleep?”

irene shoots him an icy look, doing her best hitchcock blonde. “you may not.”

“i don’t want to watch a bunch of stupid kids. i hate kids.” he paused and leans over. “not you fern. you’re chill.”

fern beams in thanks and pounds her fist against his when he extends it.

“if we’re here for phoebe, why do we have to watch everyone else?”

“because everyone worked very hard to make this nice and it’s two hours of your life, grady. you’ll live.” irene 

“okay but why is some bitch named megyn playing arabian coffee?”

irene closes her eyes and sighs. matthew considers joining her but naomi’s hand snakes under coats and into his, squeezing once and giving him a wink. he gives her a small smile and squeezes back before releasing it. whatever this is is still small enough to just be for the two of them (and fern but she’s fort knox when it comes to keeping secrets if there’s light bribery involved) and the last thing he feels like is explaining himself to this group tonight.

phoebe is on as the sugarplum fairy tonight and what had started as a night out for matthew and fern (the third ticket had been for naomi all along but they had kept that to themselves) had rapidly ballooned into the entire group. august had tickets anyway - it’s the only time he gets to see phoebe during nutcracker season, he jokes, and he’s on his fifth viewing. irene is a member of the ballet guild and it had been no trouble for her to get tickets for her and alexei since they were going (he supposed be didn’t mind this - they could call it a family event and take a picture of fern with phoebe for a cute christmas moment or something for their mother - a christmas card photo for his back pocket if it came up). adam had invited himself and where adam went, so did grady and eve. 

he supposes he should just be thankful lane had a rock collectors society meeting and maiya had snorted at the invitation. cecelia and oliver aren’t here but at this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if they run into them at intermission. going to the ballet feels like a very cecelia kind of activity

irene and alexei bracket their row like strict parents. irene forces grady to sit next to her, ostensibly so someone informed will answer his questions but he knows damn well that she’s prepared to pinch if he gets out of line. her nails are long and red and he knows from fern’s admiration of them in the cab on the way over that he’s going to have to talk her out of acrylics over breakfast.

adam and gus sit in the row in front of them and adam is explaining something about tchaikovsky that’s veering into musical nerd territory when grady leans forward and raps him on the shoulder with a rolled up program.

“babe, shut up. no one gives a shit about some dead russian. should we even be seeing this with ukraine and shit?”

“it’s a classic and you can’t politicize the nutcracker,” adam says. “it’s about candy, for fuck’s sake.”

“adam,” irene pauses and looks at eve. “what’s his middle name?”

“eve don’t you da-“

“richard,” she says.

“judas.”

“adam richard gibson,” irene says in a voice so stern it makes matthew immediately feel his soul shrink. “and grady - wait what’s your middle name?”

adam shrugs. “i don’t know. i’m not trying to baptize him or whatever the fuck you do with a middle name. we’re just fu-“

“grady,” she says, putting that same steel into a single name. “there is a child present if you two idiots haven’t forgotten.”

gus starts giggling and she flicks him in the ear with a fingernail. “you too august. i will price your next painting so low.”

this sends grady into a peal of ugly laughing - and irene pinches him at last, making him yelp. 

“all of you. out. if you can’t behave, you can wait at the bar.”

there’s no argument and the three of them file out, still giggling.

“fern, i’m sorry they couldn’t behave themselves,” she says graciously. “you can kick one of them in the shin if you’d like.”

“cool!”

[lovenona]

Happy sts!! Thinking of megumi bringing his parents for introduce your parents day at school (idk what theyre called srry)

“this is my dad,” megumi, 7, states plainly. “he used to kill people.”  “no i didn’t,” toji says, biting back a few swear words and sighing with deep, unrelenting exasperation. he feels a classroom full of children’s eyes on him and wants to die a little. “megumi, i’m a firefighter.” 

“he rides a cool motorcycle with no helmet,” megumi continues, either unaware of his father’s complaints or entirely dismissive of them. “my mom says that’s dangerous, but it looks very cool.” 

now toji feels the teacher’s gaze burning a hole into the side of his head. clenching his jaw and forcing a smile, he interrupts to lie responsibly, “megumi, of course i wear a helmet–” 

“he also has a giant pet snake we keep in the backyard.” megumi nods solemnly. “he got it when he used to kill people.” 

“megumi, for the fifth time, i am a firefighter–” 

“why did you kill people?” a girl with glasses in the third row raises her hand. “are you an assassin?”

“no,” toji repeats. “i never did that.” he looks sternly at megumi, who simply does not care. 

“are you like a bounty hunter?” some boy asks from the back of the room. 

“i'm a firefighter,” toji repeats, but it doesn’t matter: every kid and their dog starts berating him with questions about a career he insists did not happen, and the teacher is adding him to a running list of Worst Parents Alive, and toji decides he will never go to Meet the Parent Day again. 

(he does. with tsumiki. next year.) 

[fereality-indy]

The Ladies of GI Joe

Top Row: Scarlett, Cover Girl, Lady Jaye, Jinx, Bombstrike, and Snake Eyes III. Second Row: Action Force's Quarrel & Natalie Poole, Argen7's Glenda, Commandos En Açao's Athena & Sparta, and IDW's Hashtag.

Third Row: GI Jane, Lola Graves, Pale Peony, Black Hat, Bottom Line, Sherlock, Shooter, and Helix. Fourth Row: Extreme's Mayday & Tall Sally, Sunbow's Teiko, DDP's Firewall & Mayday, IDW's original DOC II & Chameleon II & Ronin. Fifth Row: IDW Cobra Won AU's Fadeaway, IDW's connected universe Doc II (you can't tell me they're the same character) & Mayday & Marissa Fairborne, Toyline's Stilleto, Convention Freestyle, Oktober Guard's Daina, and Sunbow Oktober Guard's Daina.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Foolish girl

Warning: 18+

Rushed and random, have fun lovely ppl, might make a part 2 idk yet

Please don’t be offended if i dont inlclude you on a taglist, bc i really have no clue how that works, so i decided to note make one lmao

You’re standing infront of the entrace of Grimmauld Place. You hadn’t seen Regulus in weeks now, too scared to ask Sirius why he wasn’t showing up in school. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know. Just as you were about to knock, the door opened, Regulus standing in the doorway. Your hand hovered midair, surprised. Regulus looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, mouth in a thin line. He scanned your face with an unreadable expression , before he breathed out, opening the door further. Stepping inside you followed him up the staircase, right into his room.

No words were spoken, when you took a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor. He stood with his back to you, looking out of the massive window. The candles made his face glow, dark cicles even more prominent in the dim, orange light.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, as if he hadn’t spoken in days. “Do you need something?”

Getting up from your position you stood behind him, shaking your head. He was watching you from the reflection on the window, a solemn expression on his elegant face.

“Did Sirius send you?”

You shook your head again, eyes apologetic. He still hadn’t recovered from Sirius leaving him on his own. He dropped his head, an unamused puff of air escaping his nose. He murmured something under his breath, making the door slam shut, before his hand shot out, gripping your throat to slam you against the window right infront of him. His eyes were icy, a shiver running down your body at the tight grip of his long fingers.

“Do you really want to be here while I’m in this state?”

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “What state?”

He gave you a forced smile, lips curling to show his teeth. “What state? I’m thinking about beating you bloody. About taking away your ability to breathe. About slicing you with my wand.”

Your breath hitched, pulse quickening. You wanted to say something, anything. “Reg-”

His hands pressed harder. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

You clamped your mouth shut again, forcing yourself to hold eye contact.

“I want to fuck you. I want to taste your blood. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ruin you for everyone else.”

He let you breath again and you gasped at the weight of his confession rather than the lack of air, heart heavy with an indescribable feeling.

“I’m gonna hurt you more than I will make you happy. My love isn’t pleasant. Do you understand?”

He crossed his arms behind his back, face guarded again.

“Yes, Regulus.”

Pressing his hips to yours he brushed his lips on your forhead gently, whispering. „Foolish girl, you should have never come here.“

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“Don’t tell me that you can’t take more, you filthy girl.”

Regulus was relentlessly making you cum, he didn’t care how, as long as you came. On his fingers, on his lips, on his cock, on his toys. He simply wanted to see you cry out with pleasure, wanted you to make him forget about his life for a second. Wanted to see your skin break with the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can’t I cant please don’t-”

Regulus, frowned. “Yes you can, pet. Now be good and cum.”

You cried pathetically as you came for the third time this night. Tremors made you shake all over as you writhed, trying to get away from Regulus’ hands.

“That was it? Oh no, little girl, you can cum better than that!”

You balked at that, recoiling but he grabbed you by your hips pulling you up on your knees to fuck you from behind. Sliding in with one trust he pounded without mercy, not giving you time do adjust. He was consumed with the feel of your skin against his own, leaning over your back to bite at the skin between your shoulderblades. The bite left an imprit of his sharp canines, the skin slightly breaking under the force as you cried out in pain, which turned into pleasure instantly as you accidentally pushed back against his cock. 

“Mmm that’s it, fuck my cock...”, Regulus groaned, kissing your throat. without warning his hand came down hard on your tits and you came again, losing your voice while you screamed for mercy.

“Mercy, Reg please, I can’t!”

“I warned you ah- don‘t expect me to stop now. Take. It. Like a good. Girl.” He fucked you with every word, nails digging into the skin of your belly, hands pushing against the forming buldge. 

Pulling you up by your tangled hair he pressed your back against his chest, hands pressing on your throat. You dug your nails into his arms as you tried to pry his hands away, but he kept pressing harder.

„You breathe when I let you.“

With that he shoved you down again, hands on your clit and you came for the fifth time in a row. He pulled out dragging yoour head to hang off the bed and put his cock in your parted mouth, pushing in until his heavy balls rested on your chin. You choked, pushing against his thighs but he paid you no mind.

„Filthy girl, drooling all over my cock“, he sneered, „I can see me all the way down your throat.“

Hands snaking between your open legs he pushed his middle and ring finger inside and fucked your sore cunt, raw with all the orgasm he gave you before. Youwere hurting, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, voice breaking as you sobbed. Pleading to let you rest.

He pushed into you one last time before he cursed and came down your throat, fucking your mouth full of his hot cum. The feeling overwhelmed you and you came again, mewling around his cock, body curling to protect itself.

Regulus pulled you up by your hair, pushing his forehead against yours as he panted and watched you swallow. Smirking breathlessly he pressed a kiss on your mouth for the first time that night.

„Don‘t think I‘m done with you yet.“