If you read that last chapter you agree with me that Lambert totally deserved to lose a tooth. From @brighteyedjill and @bittylildragon’s fic If you wonder if I always put witchers in shirtsleeves rather than their armor because I don’t have the patience to do witcher armor… you are right
[ @throughxthexmist || Continued From Here || Ravencrowe ]
[ AJ ]
More than a little nervous to sit up, she winced and hissed softly as she scooted up the bed. They both looked like Hell, didn't they? She could feel scratches down her back, among other places, and just one look at him told her what they'd done.
"I, uh, definitely didn't frenzy on you."
If there was one thing AJ knew about herself to be a definite fact, it was that she had to keep something in her mouth if she was going to masturbate. Otherwise, she had a habit of ripping anything she could reach with her mouth to pieces.
RC was probably lucky he was bit up and not chewed apart.
Thoughts spinning, she almost didn't notice when he spoke, just like she didn't notice the covers falling away from her chest.
"...I... I think so. Kind of sore, honestly." Glancing over, she licked her lips and offered a slight, if not nervous, smile, "You?"
Yeah, piranha attack probably wouldn't be far off.
Leaning forward, she hugged her own chest, baring her back to him.
"How does it look?"
How did this even happen? She remembered texting him, if only to open communication, to figure out where he was with everything. One thing led to another and she’d showed up in the middle of the night alone to a stranger’s house.
Before long, she’d given him a hug, and then everything was kind of a blur. All she really remembered was feeling bad for being so mean to him, and for making him think she’d actually hurt him. Let alone that she was some kind of assassin.
Vent art?? For a fic that someone else wrote?? Yeah why not it gives me a great deal of feels^tm.
Please go read Je m'appelle Lafayette by Blue_Clover (@fightinglaffy)
I literally don't know what to say, I can't pretend this is good but in the scope of chapter 24, it has meaning I think lol. I honestly really enjoyed this chapter and something about this scene in particular (...if you can tell what it is) just really spoke to me I guess? Because that's what this fic will do to you xD It's that good. And well written, and beautifully, heartbreakingly emotional. You should at least read the first few chapters before things go...bad, if angst isn't your thing.
(ps, please don't be afraid to let me know if I should add more tw/cw tags to this post)
#You know exactly how that laugh sounds like #Also. Gordon assumed that you're helping them because of the way you worded that. Just in case that was not your intention. #hlvraidc! #hlvraidc! memory storm #hlvraidc! gordon #hlvraidc! benry #Tw blood#Blood tw#Cw blood#Blood cw
Assorted doodles from recent shenanigans originating on the Murderbot discord server. The first batch are the results of an expression challenge game (challenges given by the other beautiful people on the server), and the last one is “what if Murderbot but as a 2000s scene kid” and a lack of self control from my side. :D
[A little something because I wanted to draw younger Chara. Poor kid had it pretty bad. Wavy hair Chara tho.]
Oh, and I also drew some angstier stuff... (⚠ Self-Loathing, Suicide & Abuse Allusions ⚠)
Getting globally used to that whole ''Monsters exist, are actually way nicer than any human you've ever came across in your life, which is ironic if anything, adopted you in their Royal Family and go as far as to claim that you're an angel of freaking prophecy that is supposed to save them all after having been most likely treated like s#!t amongst the humans and is also severely self-loathing'' must have actually been really hard for that child.
[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here || Michael ]
[ Larry ]
If there ever was a surprise that anyone had given Larry, it was Michael calling him crying.
Sitting up in bed, he could hear the water Michael had been spilling, and he closed his eyes. It wouldn’t take him long at all to get over there, thankfully. Having just been at his house, instead of Mike’s, reading until his alarm went off, he didn’t see a reason not to leave right away.
In fact, he was outside before he responded.
“Can I just come in?”
#I’m The Figure You’re The Head (Larry Goodman) #Feel The Presence Of The Aura Of The Man None To Compare (Larry and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #The Path Into This Heart Is Littered With With Corpses (Michael x Larry - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #cw breakdown#cw blood#cw gore#cw violence#cw witchcraft
Hospitalcoric (HOSPITAL-CORE-EEC) is a xenogender in which one feels that their gender is somehow connected to hospitalcore; when one feels a deep connection to this aesthetic or even may feel their gender more present while looking at hospitalcore images.
I was surprised when I didn't find any hospitalcore related genders other than medcoric, so I made one myself! Flag also made by me.
Ethymology: "Hospital-", "hospitalcor-" for hospitalcore, "-coric" for -core genders, "-ic" meaning related to.
feel free to modify them any way you want!
DNI (do not interact): NSFW/kink blog, terf, transmed, trans/homophobe, anti mspec, anti mogai, pro shipper, gender crit, non binary skeptic, p3d0/map, anti aspec, exclusionist, anti xenogender/neos, fuj*shi, supportive/neutral to any of the above (except the first one of course)
@plgemsk asked : ❛ there’s no turning back , now . ❜
― ❝ You’re right Chisaki, there IS no turning back ... ❞ Her voice fluctuated, hoarse & gruff while she clawed at the dirt beneath her fingers. Eyes of warm vermillion turned black, sharp spines protruding from her forearms. What once was porcelain skin began to chip like paint, revealing myriads of green & a thin layer of mucus underneath. What horrifying metamorphosis, the monstrosity gripping her head with a pained scream.
But no one could hear them this deep in the woods, not a soul to witness the popping of bones & rearranging of organs. Only pale moonlight & Chisaki, looming over her with an unsettling expression ; one of apathy, disinterest. All while the woman continued to suffer, marinating in her own rage.
& hell hath no fury but a woman scorned
Mercilessly would a pair of sharp mandibles sprout from bloodstained mouth, muffling the helpless grunts & whimpers from the mantis. Tears now trickling from pallid cheeks, the mantis had no choice put to pick herself up. To stand tall in spite of her agony. No longer a woman, but a nightmare with sharp talons & a vendetta to kill.
❝ No more !! You took everything from me... & I intend to take the one thing in this world you still value : your legacy. ❞