#//It's been a hot minute huh

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[salamispots]

initial idea was whoooo spooky it's a cabinet of yarn and one of the drawers is actually worms/organs/mystery noodles but it kinda ended up its own thing haha

[nompunhere]

You found me crouched on the living room floor, shaking. You asked me what was wrong—that was your first mistake. Your second mistake was in coming closer, instead of doing the smart thing and following your instincts. Instead of running away. Your third, and most damning mistake, was to touch my shoulder.

Before you knew it, I had you pinned to the floor, my snarling, salivating maw inches above your face. Barely a hint of personhood remained behind a wall of sheer instinct, and what little remained was evident in the spark of fear behind my eyes.

I didn't want to do it. I- I had tried to reign it in, tried to keep it under control, but you- You were so... tempting. Tantalizing. You always smelled so good, and living with you, in the same space—it was nigh unbearable.

How was I to resist, with the most delicious treat in the world living right under my nose?

You were terrified, I could tell. If I had the presence of mind for it, I would've spewed apologies, or at least told you you were going to be alright. But you knew. You knew the risks, and you knew that I didn't mean you any harm. So you just.. smiled at me, shaky, but sincere, and closed your eyes. In the face of your terror, you closed your eyes, trusting. So terribly trusting.

You tasted so sweet on my tongue, felt so pleasant sliding down my gullet as I gulped you down with desperate fervor. Your weight settled in my belly, fitting perfectly as I always knew it would. Tears slipped free as my instincts began to recede, finally sated, if only for the time being.

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"Was that good?" you ask, winded from the chase. I can feel you shifting to get comfortable in there. A contented hum escapes me as your hand rubs tenderly at my innards.

"Mhm.." I lean back in my seat, showing my gratitude by massaging back at you through my belly, making you giggle.

It's been years since that first time I succumbed to instinct. Since the days where there was an ever-present tenseness between us, waiting for the next time it would prove too much for me, and I would snap.

Yet, through all that, you stayed. You cared for me, understood my plight, and stayed to help me through it. You helped me tame the beast inside.

That is not to say the beast is no longer a beast—if something were to threaten you, I wouldn't hesitate to let myself run wild. But I control my instincts now; they do not control me. As long as I have you by my side, I can be confident that it will remain that way.

Truly, I can never thank you enough for what you've done for me.

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[dmbakura]

new ghiralink just dropped

[liz-zardii]

like father, like son

[zikadraws]

My personal interpretation of KinitoPet

[andromedaisfree]

WE’RE GREENLIT BABY!! CELEBRATORY VETH! Huge congrats to the entire cast and crew who get to expand upon this beloved universe! Wow!!!!!

[404-art-found]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mouthwashing (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Anya & Curly (Mouthwashing), Anya & Jimmy (Mouthwashing) Characters: Anya (Mouthwashing) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Suicide Attempt, Canon-Typical Violence, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Character Study, all my homies hate jimmy, Past Rape/Non-con Summary:

Gradually, her memory returned, rewinding on a reel before her: The floor, her own body failing, a pained breathing not her own, a choice made and still, a choice failed.

She was alive. She blinked and shifted in the wooden chair she was in. She breathed. Coughed. Sucked in another breath of stale air. A pained animal-noise escaped past her chapped lips.

[thecatspasta]

I finally finished rendering this omgg

HHH JON CAT DAY @jonsimsandcats HERE

The admiral is a calico cause I said so. Yes I know he's male. I don't give a crap. Trans rights, fuck realistic cat genetics

[agentequus]

commission info | buy me a ko-fi

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Hey Mashblr, look what I found! At a sand sculpture exhibition of all places! :’)

[pitgritted]

➤ a  capture  of  essentially  the  different  settrigh(s)  (  in  their  individual  designated  verses  )  differentiating  them  from  the  category  of  top  /  dom  /  bottom  /  sub  grid  .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 , 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . [ reference links [  :  ] 1 2 3 ]

settrigh  ,  at  least  within  the  confinements  of  his  original  verse  ,  is  a  very  emotionally  refuting  man  .  marginalized  as  a  boy  from  both  his  ancestral  forms  ;  human  &  vastaya  ,  leading  to  the  unsavory  upbringing  of  a  very  tumultuous  pandemonium  .  stirring  of  emotions  &  hatred  transfixed  onto  taking  it  out  on  others  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ dom / bottom ; UNLABELED ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  in  this  verse  does  not  have  a  preference  ,  but  emotionally  conforms  to  being  the  "  dominant  partner  "  simply  because  of  his  fear  &  paranoia  subjecting  him  to  being  unwilling  to  relinquish  control  .  if  he  does  ,  he  risks  being  manipulated  .

settrigh  in  the  modern  verse  ,  plotted  with  @./  windchaser  yone  ,  he's  more  emotionally  grounded  compared  to  his  classic  variant  .  while  he  still  suffers  a  handful  of  mental  consequences  ,  he  has  a  better  way  to  deal  with  them  (  than  he  did  before  honestly  )  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ half dom / bottom ]

it  ultimately  depends  on  the  situation  ,  his  emotions  at  the  current  moment  ,  &  if  he's  feeling  up  to  squandering  his  dominance  .  but  he's  the  type  to  sit  back  &  enjoy  .  sit  on  his  lap  &  mess  with  his  body  ,  he's  a  sucker  for  it  .  even  if  he's  a  "  bottom  "  in  a  situation  ,  he  doesn't  hold  that  label  for  long  .  he  just  doesn't  .  always  finds  a  way  to  get  what  he  wants  through  his  strength  . 

[ reference photos ]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top / dom ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  is  the  spirit  of  challenge  &  really  isn't  all  too  keen  on  losing  ,  lest  getting  close  to  somebody  .  he  would  be  damned  to  surrender  his  body  to  anybody  ,  &  if  he's  really  aching  to  have  sex  ,  he's  taking  the  initiative  . 

he  literally  has  no  emotional  troubles  quite  literally  hindering  his  vulnerability  .  he  has  a  healthy  friend  group  &  can  strive  for  his  passion  without  needing  to  hide  anything  from  his  mother  .  he  has  better  coping  habits  &  he  knows  how  much  he's  loved  .  he  can  emotionally  be  a  switch  .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top ; sub / dom ]

like  HEARTSTEEL  ,  sett  is  emotionally  happier  &  like  modern  ,  emotionally  grounded  .  he's  more  happier  with  himself  &  the  people  among  him  ,  &  it's  actually  one  of  the  verses  he  is  expressively  a  fucking  himbo  .  he's  more  accepting  with  his  emotions  &  his  abilities  ,  &  thus  expects  that  out  of  others  in  turn  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ sub / bottom ]

[arthur-liquor]

Heart & Soul

[teatitty]

I know we've talked about favorite fionndiar AUs in the past, but do you have any favorite diarcu AUs/tropes?

Oh god so many for DiarCu I could not possibly name them all but lets see what the big immediate ones are

Tropes: Mutual Pining, 'oh no there was only one bed', bathing together, Diarmuid brushing Cu's hair, Diarmuid hero crushing on Cu and being a flustered mess around him on first meeting, Cu being all smooth and suave until he sees Diarmuid's titty cleavage and suddenly he must avert his eyes [mythos canon Cu hehe], mutual monsterfucking, Courting Rituals!, Diarmuid being convinced Cu could never love him back and resigning himself to another Fionn Situation only for Cu to confess outright and embarrass him beyond belief, Fake Dating, being absolute Freaks About Magic™️, Diarmuid bargaining with Donn to let Cu and Emer meet during Samhain

AU's: Fae Prince Diarmuid x Monster Cu, Trickster God x War God, Space Pirates, Traditional Fantasy [Sabermuid x CasCu usually], specific AU of Dia meeting Cu during the ulster cycle as kids but bc fae realms move at different times the next moment he pops out for a visit Cu is long dead and he ends up meeting Fionn, Same Grail, Altership 'Accidental Parents to MiniCu'

[goblinparty]

yeah i guess i can post an actual selfie

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 4

@augustofwhump Day 17 - Stress Position @augusnippets Day 7 - Drowning

Word count: 409

Masterpost

Content: Nonhuman/vampire/immortal-ish whumpee, water torture, regular torture, stress position

Thank god there's another event going on I needed the extra inspo lol

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It wasn't enough to suspend him from the ceiling like a glorified punching bag.

It wasn't enough to hang him up by the ankles, letting gravity put all the wrong pressure on his insides.

It wasn't enough to strain every aching muscle in his body, tying his wrists to his ankles, his horns to his elbows, his wings to his tail.

Oh, no.

He struggles to swallow in fear, taking a deep breath in preparation for the tub of water being summoned just below him, the arm holding him up by the hair the only thing keeping him dry.

They have to make it a game.

With an unceremonious splash, his hair is released, sending him face-first into the chill, murky water.

It's not a matter of how long he can hold his breath, of course. He doesn't need air.

It's a matter of how much pain he can take until he accidentally breathes in.

He does good, at first. If he'd been asked a few rests ago, he wouldn't have considered flogging to be "taking it easy", but the simple beating is almost welcome after everything else he's been put through.

The water is hardly even a concern; in fact, it's more of a comfort, a cool weight calming him through the pain.

When something starts to dig into his flesh, a few air bubbles escape him, though he diligently refrains from inhaling. More and more bubbles float to the surface as he feels more chunks of skin, fur, and scales torn out of him, until he can't let out anymore.

He's all out of air, and despite not needing it, the pressure on his lungs from his unvoiced groans has his instinct begging him to breathe in.

He resists.

He resists.

He resists, until a searing pain envelops him, as if every inch of his skin has been scorched.

Reflexively, he gasps for the air to scream, but all that fills his lungs is water.

Reflexively, he tries to cough the water out.

And reflexively, each desperate cough is followed by another desperate inhale.

Burning, burning, burning his lungs and his throat, as if the fire on the outside wasn't bad enough.

As he fights to fend off the instinct forcing him to drown himself, he barely manages to make out muffled laughter.

Just as he starts to regain control, he loses it to another burn even worse than the last.

And another.

And another.

And another.