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  • sandymankan
    22.10.2021 - 54 minutes ago

    Twisted Love

    Tauntingly Tainted   You lie! the light in your eyes claim to pleasethe shine of your skin dose torment and teaseYour lips call to my thirst nothing could be worstyour scent burns my brain, savage and untamed Why? your breast dances the dance that lovers dothen your thighs deny this beggar without one cueI long to taste your forbidden place, state of gracebut no! the devil in the dish, comes…

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  • fishbaiit
    22.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    ⊚Anime of the Day

    Tokyo Ghoul

    Genre: Action, Drama, Horror, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Dark Fantasy

    Languages: both Sub and Dub

    Has 4 seasons

    Tokyo Ghoul has 12 episodes

    Tokyo Ghoul √A has 12 episodes

    Tokyo Ghoul :re has 12 episodes

    Tokyo Ghoul :re 2 has 12 episodes

    Also has some prequel series

    Tokyo Ghoul: PINTO (1 episode) (a prequel to Tokyo Ghoul that follows how Shuu Tsukiyama and Chie Hori met.)

    Tokyo Ghoul: JACK (1 ova episode)

    This story is set in Tokyo, which is haunted by mysterious "ghouls" who are devouring humans. People are gripped by the fear of these ghouls whose identities are masked in mystery. An ordinary college student named Kaneki encounters Rize, a girl who is an avid reader like him, at the café he frequents. Little does he realize that his fate will change overnight. (Source: Anime News Network)

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    Fishbaiit’s note: (if I’m not wrong, this was my second anime to have ever. but I drifted away from it after the 3rd season. And in my opinion, the second season is by far my favorite.)

    Fun Fact: • Sui Ishida has been my favorite artist. I love how unique the art style is and I would definitely like to have a big poster of any of his works. • My favorite song of Tokyo is Seasons die one after another by Amazarashi, after that I’ve listened to a lot of Amazarashi’s songs.

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  • duskfellpromos
    22.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    the golden apple: city of opportunities; kairos looks down upon the city with more love than any other, with everything to show about it. it might be the flourishing and divergent neighborhoods in the residential area that gets you, or is it the high rises in downtown manhattan, the ones that kiss the skyline with their neon lights, the CEOs and CFOs argue numbers with whatever men and women in button ups and ties they bought for too much money, or maybe it’s the small sandwich shop in brooklyn that’ll get you, the one that knows you by your first name, making every sandwich for lunch from the day you started kindergarten.

    you would never be able to tell that this city was a BATTLE GROUND of species, one that left some to be wanting more, yearning for revenge against the one’s who wronged them all those years ago. there’s turf wars, of course, between species; because what city doesn’t have them ?

    BUT anyone who knows anything, knows the real opportunities lie beyond the daytime life of new york, through the passing glances those families who live in the hills or in the high rises that you so desperately want to be in, of those who hold their head high — or maybe hang it in shame — through crimson drenched souls, stinking of death and iron, or those who sharpen their weapons just to feel the blade in their hands, or the ones whose tarot cards are a little too accurate, or maybe it’s just that one person you can’t put your finger down on what exactly the hell is wrong with them.

    duskfellhq.
    is an appless, plotless, original character supernatural based rpg in new york city that focuses on character development and small plot drops & events to move the story forward.
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  • starynights-world
    22.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    I always have this fantasy:

    I'm walking down a street past an ally, when someone comes up behind me and places a chloroform cloth over my mouth and drag me into the ally as I pass out.

    When I wake up im in a room in an abandoned warehouse. I'm naked and gagged with lacy material. My panties. There's a man infront of me with a gun pointed at my head. He tells me how much of a naughty slut I've been. How I've been tempting him for days and that he had no choice but to grab me and have me. He grabs hold of my hair with one hand and places the gun to my head. "your going to pleasure me. And if you don't, I'll have no choice but to get rid of you." He digs the barrel into my skull to make a point. He let's go of my hair, pull his cock out and pulls of my gag and proceeds to shove his cock in my mouth. He fucks my face as I gag around him. When he finally comes, he points the gun back at my head and forces me to swallow.

    He drags me out of the door by my hair and standing outside is hundreds of men. He leans down and Whispers in my ear "your going to let these men rape you or I'm going to kill you."and then pushes me into the crowd of men. As I walk past then they grope me and yank at my hair. One man has a marker and proceeds to start writing on my body. The rest of the men get the same and idea and start passing around pens and markers so they could leave their own marks too. They leave words like "cumslut" and "brainless" on my face and forehead. The write "breed me" above my pussy, and cumdump on my back. They write other degrading words on my stomach and arms. By the time in reach the end of the sea of men, I come face to face with a Saint Andrew's cross.

    The man that took me as well as three other men grap be and drag me to the cross and proceed to chain me to it, my legs open wide and my mouth gagged open with a spider gag. The three men pull out their cocks and one by one start to fuck me, coming inside of me and leaving me sloppy for the next one. Eventually some men start to get tired of waiting and proceed forward trying to fuck every part of my body they can get, my feet, my ass, one man even brings a ladder to climb up and fuck my mouth. Everyone continues until someone has the idea to live stream it. This only brings on more and more suitors. By the time more than 100 men have fucked me I pass out, while the men around me laugh at me for being such a weak slut.

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  • duskfellpromos
    22.10.2021 - 4 hours ago

    the golden apple: city of opportunities; kairos looks down upon the city with more love than any other, with everything to show about it. it might be the flourishing and divergent neighborhoods in the residential area that gets you, or is it the high rises in downtown manhattan, the ones that kiss the skyline with their neon lights, the CEOs and CFOs argue numbers with whatever men and women in button ups and ties they bought for too much money, or maybe it’s the small sandwich shop in brooklyn that’ll get you, the one that knows you by your first name, making every sandwich for lunch from the day you started kindergarten.

    you would never be able to tell that this city was a BATTLE GROUND of species, one that left some to be wanting more, yearning for revenge against the one’s who wronged them all those years ago. there’s turf wars, of course, between species; because what city doesn’t have them ?

    BUT anyone who knows anything, knows the real opportunities lie beyond the daytime life of new york, through the passing glances those families who live in the hills or in the high rises that you so desperately want to be in, of those who hold their head high — or maybe hang it in shame — through crimson drenched souls, stinking of death and iron, or those who sharpen their weapons just to feel the blade in their hands, or the ones whose tarot cards are a little too accurate, or maybe it’s just that one person you can’t put your finger down on what exactly the hell is wrong with them.

    duskfellhq.
    is an appless, plotless, original character supernatural based rpg in new york city that focuses on character development and small plot drops & events to move the story forward.
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  • nomorerealitys-blog
    22.10.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Sacred Grounds by memod

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    22.10.2021 - 5 hours ago
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  • noxadverts
    22.10.2021 - 5 hours ago

    WE MUST BRING OUR OWN                                                                                       LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS.

    NOXTMS is an appless and au group set in a modern golden trio era. seven years have passed since the battle of hogwarts that saw not only the death of harry potter, but the defeat of lord voldemort at the hands of the surviving dumbledore’s army. seven years, where individuals grieved, grew, and moved on - their peace tentative in the way it always is and ruined when the rumors of bellatrix lestrange & her associates attempting another resurrection proved to be correct. the dark lord’s last & BEST lieutenant succeeded in returning him to life - though the return of harry potter & regulus black proved an unintended side effect. it has become obvious that nothing, not even peace, lasts. everything ends, though you cannot step into the same stream twice. the new threat has arrived, and it’s up to you to decide whether this time, all will be well.

                                                                    NO ONE ELSE IS GOING                                              TO DO IT FOR US.

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  • noxadverts
    22.10.2021 - 6 hours ago

    WE MUST BRING OUR OWN                                                                                       LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS.

    NOXTMS is an appless and au group set in a modern golden trio era. seven years have passed since the battle of hogwarts that saw not only the death of harry potter, but the defeat of lord voldemort at the hands of the surviving dumbledore’s army. seven years, where individuals grieved, grew, and moved on - their peace tentative in the way it always is and ruined when the rumors of bellatrix lestrange & her associates attempting another resurrection proved to be correct. the dark lord’s last & BEST lieutenant succeeded in returning him to life - though the return of harry potter & regulus black proved an unintended side effect. it has become obvious that nothing, not even peace, lasts. everything ends, though you cannot step into the same stream twice. the new threat has arrived, and it’s up to you to decide whether this time, all will be well.

                                                                    NO ONE ELSE IS GOING                                              TO DO IT FOR US.

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  • duskfellpromos
    22.10.2021 - 7 hours ago

    the golden apple: city of opportunities; kairos looks down upon the city with more love than any other, with everything to show about it. it might be the flourishing and divergent neighborhoods in the residential area that gets you, or is it the high rises in downtown manhattan, the ones that kiss the skyline with their neon lights, the CEOs and CFOs argue numbers with whatever men and women in button ups and ties they bought for too much money, or maybe it’s the small sandwich shop in brooklyn that’ll get you, the one that knows you by your first name, making every sandwich for lunch from the day you started kindergarten.

    you would never be able to tell that this city was a BATTLE GROUND of species, one that left some to be wanting more, yearning for revenge against the one’s who wronged them all those years ago. there’s turf wars, of course, between species; because what city doesn’t have them ?

    BUT anyone who knows anything, knows the real opportunities lie beyond the daytime life of new york, through the passing glances those families who live in the hills or in the high rises that you so desperately want to be in, of those who hold their head high — or maybe hang it in shame — through crimson drenched souls, stinking of death and iron, or those who sharpen their weapons just to feel the blade in their hands, or the ones whose tarot cards are a little too accurate, or maybe it’s just that one person you can’t put your finger down on what exactly the hell is wrong with them.

    duskfellhq.
    is an appless, plotless, original character supernatural based rpg in new york city that focuses on character development and small plot drops & events to move the story forward.
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  • ethelindawrites
    22.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    October 21

    Fictober, Prompt 21 - "What did I say?"

    Original fiction, dark fantasy/horror. A follow-up to this piece (Day 9).

    Warnings: murder (off-screen), blood sacrifice, eldritch horrors, violent death.

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    I walked carefully through the ruins of the basilica, lifting my robes with one hem to keep them from the dirt and soot and rubble strewn across the floor. Fire raged elsewhere in the building, and the roof was long burnt away or caved in. Smoke obscured the overhead view, but I knew the night was overcast beyond the conflagration.

    The flames had swept quickly through this part of the building, mostly stone as it was, so it was a bit more intact.

    The Pact-Makers did not understand the concept of mercy.

    I did not much understand it myself, anymore, time having show me too much of its results.

    Sound ahead alerted me, and I quickened my step as much as possible. If I had found the one I sought at last, so much the better.

    I had.

    “The Voice” as his followers had worshipfully styled him for so long, was on his knees, scrabbling in the soot behind what was left of his throne, a crumbling wood and scorched metal seat. As I approached, quiet, he pulled out a large pack and nearly tore it open, desperate to look inside.

    Whatever he saw relieved him, for he fastened it closed again, and then rose, pulling it on.

    I thought he would bolt when he saw me, and a brief twitch of his middle-aged but charismatic features told me he wanted to. He fought the urge, however, and turned to face me, stepping out from behind the burnt throne.

    “Have your demons had enough, sorceress?” he taunted. “Are you reduced to fighting your own battles now?”

    “They are neither demons, nor mine,” I corrected, coming to a stop a few arm-lengths away, allowing my robes to fall and making sure I had a certain grip on my staff. “They are Pact-Makers, the Ones From Outside.” So naming them, I lifted my staff and tapped it upon the ground with intent. They would find this man no matter where he ran, but I wanted this finished now, and was happy to help guide them to their goal. “That you still know none of this, so many years later, marks you for the evil man you are.”

    A roil of emotions crossed his face briefly, but then he calmed, baring his teeth at me in what could not quite be called a smile. “I have been careful not to involve myself in your heretic ways, sorceress. That does not make me evil.”

    “It does, when you have ‘avoided’ the proper path by stealing that which rightfully belongs to others,” I said, keeping my own expression placid as around us, the air began to twist and writhe in an uneven pattern. “What did I say? What message did I send through your men those years ago? Did they not convey my words?”

    “They did,” he allowed, flippant, “but of course we could not take heed of—”

    He trailed off, at last noticing the twists of space that surrounded him. They widened, color and light shifting in ways that human eyes could not easily accommodate.

    “What- What is that?” he asked, and for the first time sounded as frightened as he should be.

    “As I told you,” I said, bowing my head respectfully as the first of the Pact-Makers came through, and receiving its version of a nod in return, “the only forbidden practice is to use another’s blood instead of your own. I told you that there were no circumventions of this law. I told you that there was always a price – the price of your own blood. And you,” I closed my eyes briefly to let an old echo of rage pass, “you did not take heed. You did not wonder if there was a reason. You did not suppose that you would have to pay the price.”

    More and more Pact-Makers entered now, and I kept my gaze fixed firmly on their target. It was wiser to avert one’s gaze, with so many of them gathered together. To try to behold a crowd of them was to risk an unsound mind.

    His eyes darted wildly between me and the Pact-Makers, the beginnings of a break already clear in his face. When he opened his mouth, sound emerged, but it was no longer intelligible.

    “This one law of practice is absolute because the Pact-Makers do not allow an uneven bargain. When we make a Pact with them, it is to trade blood for power, and the only blood we can promise is our own. When we are robbed of the power that we contracted for, then the bargain is unfulfilled, and they will not allow that.”

    His mind was not quite gone even if his words were lost, and he turned terrified eyes to me that begged for mercy as the Pact-Makers closed in.

    I stared back, merciless. Today, I would see justice done.

    “It may take them a longer time to find the perpetrator when you do not actually spill another’s blood and claim it as your own, but they can always trace a thief. When you murdered that young man for blood power? Then you became easy to find.”

    He had kept that action hidden from all but a chosen, trusted few of his followers, of course, but for those of us connected to the Outside, the effects of such things reverberated and were known.

    There was no more to say, then, and just as well. They were upon him, and a gurgling scream was the last sound he made. He did not have enough blood to pay all of his debts, of course, but they would extract every drop they could in recompense, and take what little could then be scavenged from his flesh and spirit.

    I stood in respectful silence.

    When the Pact-Makers had taken what was owed so that they could balance their Pacts as much as possible, they passed back to the Outside, some acknowledging me as they went. I gave my own respects in return.

    Then, alone as I had been when I arrived, I turned for home.

    I would make sure that the truth of what happened here was known. It would not stop everyone, and not forever, but for a time, we might all be a little safer in our work.

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  • theblackbookofarkera
    22.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Witch Empress of Maglyasia

    Likely a legend adopted by various blood witches throughout the generations, the Witch Empress of Maglyasia is alleged to be a powerful sorceress that holds sway over the corrupt forests of Maglyasia. Worshipped by the brutish Lantern Tribes the Witch Empress aims to keep her lands from being healed and halt the march of civilization. Worshipped like a god, her followers make brutal sacrifices in her name going as far as offering up their newborn children for the Witch Empress to feed upon.

    “I tell you the legends are real. I saw her, I swear it. A woman hunched over with four arms and four legs…like a spider but with human flesh. Cloaked in heavy robes and mist she moved about like some hell-spawned widow from the depths of the abyss.”

    -Rills Lopes, mercenary explorer

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  • ditzycrow
    22.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Dream Diary: PvP Match

    I’m not sure how to explain how it all began since I remember very little of it, other than myself and a two other friends were playing Dark Souls 3. I knew it was Dark Souls 3 because of the armor sets and also phantom colors, but that’s beside the point. The map we were in was different actually, it looked like a mix of Final Fantasy and Dark Souls mixed together since the enemy design was rather cartoonish, but with a tinge of seriousness that is Dark Souls. We were going through this dark void, but there were floating mountains and other various masses of land and we were exploring the area. I think I was helping them explore since I was familiar, but we were getting constantly invaded by a person who killed one of my friends first but I managed to kill him ( but with myself as well). The invader would invade again, but this time he was hacking and got myself floating in the air, alongside with him, and flew us to another part of the map. Strangely, I did have some control of ability and steered myself toward a temple looking place full of strange goat demons. He followed me as descended when we did, there were a large group of enemies aggroed. I don’t remember much after this, but I find it strange that the invader was dressed as me, well wearing the same armor set which was the starting knight set from Dark Souls 3. We both managed to kill each other various times and it was sorta funny how my friends were getting upset with this guy and just wanted to explore. I don’t think there’s much symbolism in the dream other than it was a rather interesting experience.

    #Dream diary #I find it strange that it was a mix of Dark Souls and Final Fantasy #interesting indeed
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  • noxadverts
    22.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    WE MUST BRING OUR OWN                                                                                       LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS.

    NOXTMS is an appless and au group set in a modern golden trio era. seven years have passed since the battle of hogwarts that saw not only the death of harry potter, but the defeat of lord voldemort at the hands of the surviving dumbledore’s army. seven years, where individuals grieved, grew, and moved on - their peace tentative in the way it always is and ruined when the rumors of bellatrix lestrange & her associates attempting another resurrection proved to be correct. the dark lord’s last & BEST lieutenant succeeded in returning him to life - though the return of harry potter & regulus black proved an unintended side effect. it has become obvious that nothing, not even peace, lasts. everything ends, though you cannot step into the same stream twice. the new threat has arrived, and it’s up to you to decide whether this time, all will be well.

                                                                    NO ONE ELSE IS GOING                                              TO DO IT FOR US.

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  • maskedmoon
    22.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Celia : Oh I now how this ends.

    Da-eun : How?

    Celia : It ends with nothing near peace, solidarity, harmony or love. It always ends with blood and broken hearts.

    #dark acadamia aesthetic #dead poets society #dark academia#deadpoet stuff #kill your darlings #my writing #poets on tumblr #reader pov#writing prompt#light academia#writer problems #light acadamia aesthetic #dark academism#dark humor #writers on tumblr #writersofinstagram#academia aesthetic#fantasy #writers and poets #written episode#read more #books & libraries #reading
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  • muselexum
    22.10.2021 - 9 hours ago
    #*slams table* DARK ELF KING DARK ELF KING #hi meet Yashar #who will eventually be rp interactable #and Eri / Eriana / Eris #I will work on making a separate blog for my original fantasy characters tho #FOR ALL ( ooc. ) #FOR ALL ( tbd. ) #FOR ALL ( my art. )
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  • renegades-redemption
    22.10.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Chapter 3, Page 26 (3.26.138)

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    Start ID: The beetle takes off-- and already grappling it, Elian is forced to hang on tightly as he lifts off the ground, the trees below becoming tiny.

    Far below, Nania looks on in shock and alarm, and yells “ELIAN!”

    The Angra boy appears annoyed, as he mutters “Stupid idiot…”

    End ID

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  • eternalsatan
    22.10.2021 - 9 hours ago

    ASTRID - Rory Björkman

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