#this was in my drafts forever

[floweryred]

The Last Life Grian and Joel dynamic so so great. Joel literally murdered him, giggled excitedly, and then they immediately became inseparable to the point of dying screaming each other’s names.

[ladykendalsims]

I miss Crimson and I miss YOU!!!

[atleastitsnotasbestos]

Concept: The Tell-Tale Heart set in a sarkic temple but there actually is a heart beat because the temple witnessed the murder and panics.

[queensparklekitten]

<em> Apparently I made my account eight years ago. I don't know what to think. </em>

This Is What Makes Us Girls - Lana Del Rey / a softer world, 954 / art print by asuayan25 / end of a life - Calliope Mori / Last Online 7 Years Ago... on youtube / SCP-1762 / champagne problems - Taylor Swift / a softer world, 1000 / In Legends - Rachel Rose Mitchell / thatonerule #268 / the evernever.com page that results when i type the url for a forum or a site member's activity into the url field and hit enter

(don't reblog unless you're from the SGE site)

[jellyfishmakeoutparty]

I love butterfly rays because half of the images of them online come in two varieties and it’s

a) a baybey!

b) I know what you are.

[hermit-frog]

[aduckwithears]

Periodically, it hits me like a ton of bricks that this scene exists:

With the windows framed as their wings, the hand fluttering to the back, the most emotionally devastating kiss ever to be filmed...

I am still not well.

[daftpatience]

wowonoa zowo

[stingslikeabee]

Daigo picked his way carefully over the forest floor, mindful of how he stepped in order to avoid jostling the witch on his "back." The specialty saddle, woven together from sturdy materials and no small amount of magic, fit snugly on the giant horror, but Daigo was always afraid that he would accidentally send Melissa sliding off of his body one day. His fears worsened when he hunted with their slings and carried the witch at a breakneck pace ; fortunately, though, this was just an evening stroll. Since Eudora had volunteered to watch their brood, including the comedic little Edgar, Daigo knew that he could take this slow.

They were reaching the edge of Daigo's territory. The dark, twisted trees started to vanish into normal mighty oaks ; black earth and unnaturally vibrant green grass were replaced by dull brown dirt and half - dead, browning plant life. Daigo moved to turn around — only to inexplicably freeze.

Something caught the creature's attention. He clicked, sharp vocalizations breaking into the gloom, and hunkered closer to the ground. There were new vibrations in the great web beneath his many legs. Strange, almost frantic ones. Daigo looked up from the soil and directly at a particularly large, imposing ( and likely cursed ) tree not far off. Confused, he began to creep toward it.

At the tree, Daigo heard the first wail. The spider skittered back, eager to protect the precious passenger with him, and then approached again. Another cry came, and the vibrations he felt intensified. Was there . . . a baby there ?? Daigo hastily lowered himself in order to allow Melissa off. He lifted a leg and stabbed at the mess of roots, unknowingly showering the three bloody newborns inside with fine slivers of bark, to show Melissa where the movements came from.

Three infants, fresh to the world, and with them a note of doom written in a shaky hand. Mucus and material from their birth were scattered in with the wrinkled girls ; either they were born here, in the shelter of the gnarled thing, or moved to this location after their arrival. Either way, it was apparent that the triplets had been abandoned.

Daigo completely brought his body to the soil, limbs folded under himself, in order to get a better look. He chewed harmlessly at Melissa's shoulder and arm with his chelicerae, clearly worried. Gold - tinged eyes stared at the babies.

unscripted asks . always accepting

The change of pace of their time outside with Daigo in his true form was a welcome one; while Melissa enjoyed seeing their children running free and hunting in a way that their father had only learned to master at a much later stage in life, it was not something she could keep up with. The witch lacked a secondary form and their agility on proper terrain with eight legs - being carried with to watch them was the best they could do to ensure their matriarch didn't feel like she was missing out on something special for the hybrid family.

It was Daigo who sensed the disturbance first - even before the cries sounded, thanks to his connection with the earth and soil beneath them. However, the vision of the tree in itself did not spook or scare Melissa - if anything, it made her lean forward in the makeshift seat, honeyed eyes glancing with attention at that particular type of vegetation. It was as if the actual life had left the leaves and branches eons ago, but it remained standing.

It was so strangely familiar - a cursed, welcome sight.

The cries of a baby were almost like the final thing to help Melissa's brain connect everything, but it wasn't until Daigo had helped her off and back to the ground that she understood: not one baby, but three. Eyes growing wide, the witch's right hand returned to her front, instinctively placed over the belly and where she was positive that their fifth child was growing. Nothing more than a couple of cells - but she knew.

A Frump witch always knew these things.

Adding to the three babies who had been abandoned and placed in such a special place... It was almost as if they had drained the tree of its nutrients and color, leaving behind the ominous carcass that protected the triplets still. Eight in total - five hybrids resulting from their combined bloodlines, and three to be adopted. That was what the Goddess had wanted for them, wasn't it?

She had spoken to Melissa before, during the night - and the tattoo on her flesh that changed after each of their kids was born was a sign of that. The ancient creature was Daigo's horrifying mother, but the brunette was becoming a more literal mother of spiders in her lifetime. A caretaker of the small ones, a wife to a precious keeper of one of the few remaining eyes, a matriarch to the healthy and perfect creatures that could change shapes at will and feel trapped in none.

"They're ours, my love. You were meant to find them - we were always meant to take them home," the woman moved, kneeling on the ground to reach for the triplets and absolutely unbothered by their state - if anything, that was how every child of them looked upon delivery. No hospital, no stark white walls - just Eudora and Morticia in the woods, as it should be. Hecate would always keep their servants safe and she hadn't failed Melissa yet, with four and counting.

And just as the witch touched the first baby, the girl went quiet; it had an effect on her sisters and they all went mysteriously serene as if something had happened. Smiling, the mother of spiders brought them closer, gently removing most of the dirty from the little face of the first one and bringing the infant to the chest - and no complaints were given to the fact the woman felt colder than a human; only eagerness to feed as soon as Melissa tried nursing her, the baby latching to her breast as if they had done it countless times before.

"Three perfect doom-makers; the bringers of fates," Melissa murmured, raising her head - without even realizing that her voice tone had changed into something that sounded more distant and ethereal, as if someone else was speaking through her, "Enodie, Melinoe and Soteria. Our girls and a gift from our combined faiths," the witch sentenced, and then gingerly requested Daigo's help to retrieve the other two babies, finding an abandoned basket just behind the tree - a fantastic coincidence for many, a demonstration of fate being absolute to a worshipper like Melissa.

"Can you feel it, my monster? They are just as horrible as we are," the woman asked, placing a hand over his head in animal form, fingers running over the small sensory hairs with the utmost care and still nursing the child with the other limb; she was hungry, and Melissa's body was perfectly adapted to deal with a baby given their young brood at home. The perfect surrogate mother, after all.

"Eight children - we truly are blessed. Out of man and monster alike, no other couple is as fortunate as we are, Daigo. I'm sure of it."

[disgustinggf]

post limit is so fucking stupid like are you really gonna make me shut up on the oversharing website

[umbrvx]

the weight of a life

[atleastitsnotasbestos]

"kill them with kindness" WRONG. heart attack 💙💜💖💗💛💘💚💓💝💟🖤🧡❤️‍🔥♥️❤️🤎💕❣️💞🫀

[niftysaurus]

freakuna

[andfangs]

twelve + smiling [S8 / S9 / S10]

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Imagine

It happens unexpectedly. Your head hung down low as Eddie Munson fucks into you… hard from behind, and gives you a harsh thrust, your stomach and tits jiggling. His ringed hands indent into your skin. He groans an appreciative, “fuck, yes” and slaps your ass, before pulling it apart to see you stretched around his dick.

You’re dripping onto the furniture below. Webbings of slick that is stringing from your swollen lips, catching on his balls, caught on each propelling movement forward. One minute you were watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and the next you were shifting your hips, bent over the Munson’s couch, knees apart, his own shifting on the uneven cushions to get impossibly closer to the plush of your beautifully round ass.

[taiistired]

don't you know why?