#…kill her chat

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[rwsdarw]

got sick recently so here sillies

[tacc0yak1]

the new update was truly wholesome! :D

new update sketches ft. (my wife) lady dikke

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

pearl killing martyn in wild life and her first reaction being, "i think i just inadvertedly killed martyn..." and then seconds later going, "let it be known, that... was not my fault!"

pearl killing ren and bigb in double life and her first reaction being, “oh... that was my fault… oh no…" and then seconds later going, "that wasn't me! i didn't do it!"

something something. trauma response. admitting it was her fault and then screaming to the rooftops that it isn't seconds later. because maybe if she says it enough she will believe it.

something something. it's happening again. something something:

“You came here, and you caused death. Whether you try to or not..."

"There is something wicked within you."

[whos-starr]

"Tell you you're the greatest"

"But once you turn they hate us"

[manticorecure]

karma police , ive given all i can , its not enough

yesterdays lifesteal stream made me cough and hack and sob . wdym both mapicc and subz came to help zam out .... wdym they both gave her coords to places they trusted her to use and encouraged her to keep going in her fight against flame .... wdym that even after both of them left theyre still coming back to help zam because they love her so much 😭😭😭😭😭

[percable]

Nat went from being having the worst, most traumatic day of her life to locking tf in so they could find the frog researchers is so awesome to me. Like yeah she just mercy killed and carved of the remains of her father figure, but she activated like a sleeper agent when it was time to hunt??? I love her sm.

[cravingblood]

emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes

⟢ caleb (xia yizhou) x reader

⟢ tags - 18+, angst, grieving, codependency, oral (f!receiving), hurt/no comfort, crybaby reader, she’s just very sad and wants caleb to eat her so she’ll never have to miss him again sorry

⟢ wc - 2k

a/n - couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs for if caleb hadn’t died via explosion and she kept living in their house after his death my brain spat this little drabble out in like an hour im no shakespeare they just make me so crazy

ao3 link + song inspo

The word home doesn’t fit quite right in your mouth.

It’s technically true, there’s a roof over your head and food in your belly. Everything is just as they left it- like he left it. Precious photographs hanging on the walls with smiles plastered on your faces, now leaving a bitter taste in your mouth every time you look at them. You’ve considered taking them down, but living without his eyes on you makes you question if you even exist at all sometimes.

You’re surrounded by all your most beloved memories, all your trinkets and pieces of nostalgia hidden away in boxes collecting dust in the attic. It should be comforting. Having tangible pieces of your loved ones shouldn’t make you feel this sick. Painful reminders you can’t bear to part with. The house is cold, empty, lacks familiarity. You're a stranger to these walls now. Who did this belong to? Who does it belong to now?

He was here, he’s always been here, he’s still here.

He haunts every corner of this house.

It hurts to exist in this space, to exist in a world he once loved you in. Everything feels shifted, off. Wrong. Your friends do their best with you, offer support. It’s sweet and guilt eats at you every time you turn them down. Determination to pick yourself up and rely on nobody else outweighs everything. It’s a routine you’re forced into. A routine you have to get used to, have to accept. You make sorry attempts at recreating the meals he so diligently insisted on making you everyday.

(“If you can’t decide I’m happy to do it for you. There’s a whole recipe books worth I’ve memorized up here over the years.” He says tapping his temple.

“You have an early morning, don’t worry about me.”

As expected, your timid refusal is quickly dismissed. “It’s my job to worry about you, and when have I ever been too tired to take proper care of you?” He raises an eyebrow. “If I walk out this door right now you’ll stuff yourself with something sweet and wonder why you’re not feeling well later, no?”

You smile despite yourself and sheepishly avert your gaze. “….at least let me help you.”)

You do laundry and inhale the faint smell of detergent still clinging to his old clothes. Cedarwood, citrus, and sweat. The scent makes you dizzy; it hugs you, comforts you, chokes you. You can taste it on your tongue. Temptation tugging at you to bury yourself in it until his scent sticks to you forever. Until it's yours.

The burning in your lower belly brings crushing shame as you deeply inhale his t-shirt. You yearn to breathe the hot hair he exhales into your mouth, lick the sweat that drips down his neck. Zero in on every sensation he evokes by simply existing in the same space as you again.

("Come here."

“Huh?” His sudden assertion pulls your attention away from your own workout.

He beams at you and immediately starts to get in position. “Come sit on my back while I finish this set of pushups.” You send him a confused looks and he grins, "Don't give me that look, I won't drop you now c'mon!"

You exhale a half hearted chide, “You’re so weird," standing and making your way over to him regardless.

The heat of his body seeps into every part of you that’s touching him. Feeling the movement of his muscles shift underneath you, steadily working both of you up and down with impressive ease. Beads of sweat start to drip down his face. Your mouth immediately dries up. You chew your bottom lip, silently chastising yourself for your body's automatic reaction to such a simple sight.

“Don’t be so tense. I’ve got you, promise,” he chuckles between breaths.

He’s so strong, so sturdy; for himself, for he people he loves, for you. Always willing be your pillar and the shoulder you shed your tears on.

You internally pray that your sudden fidgeting was perceived simply an effort to keep yourself upright. The grunts escaping his mouth rumble beneath you, tying knots in your stomach. His groaning sends tingles down your spine and thrusts your imagination back to long suppressed desires. That strength could leave bruises you’d beg for every night in the hopes they stay imprinted on you forever.)

Suffocating silence greets you as you brace yourself and enter his room. The whole world is too quiet without him. Full of cold silence without the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. You make your way over and allow yourself to sink into and be enveloped by the comfort of his still unmade bed. To feel the soft caress of his cotton sheets. A cheap substitute for kind arms. Cold duvet wrapped around you. The closest thing you’ll ever get to being held by him again.

The burning in the back of your eyes matches the one tearing up your insides, skin prickling from the desire blooming in your lower belly.

It’s wrong. It’s depraved to fantasize about him this way. Shameless in your wanting, allowing mourning to warp into a gaping hunger you know will never be satisfied.

The images are so vivid. Purple on your neck. Flesh between his teeth. Prey willingly baring it’s neck in surrender. You'd willingly bleed for the loving hands holding the handle of the gun. The taste of iron fills your mouth as you bite your tongue. Fruitlessly attempting to will away the sick, sharp arousal permeating your body.

(“Look at me, baby. What’re these tears for hm?”

You love him like this- clear adoration in his eyes, palpable possession in the firm yet gentle way he pulls you closer. His hand softly tips your chin up and meets your glassy stare.

“Nothing. I just miss you. All the time. Even when you’re right here in front of me.”

He kisses your temple, moves lower to the tears leaking out of the corner of your eye. You feel his lips move against you as he whispers, “I know the feeling all too well.” A gentle hand caresses your cheek, roams down to your neck. He squeezes your nape and brings you impossibly closer, angles his face down to meet you in an achingly tender kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere. There isn’t a force in this universe strong enough to tear me away from you. Not even you.”

“Liar,” you hiccup.

“You are so, so beautiful like this.” Hungry. Lonely. A rabbit without it's wolf. A lamb without it's butcher. Miserable prey seeking it's matching pair of canines.

You’re both selfish, selfish creatures.

You want to claw at him. Etch yourself into his skin, his body; and live there forever. Nestled in between his ribs where the soothing beat of his heart lulls you to sleep every night. Until you’re indistinguishable from one another, inseparable. Two souls housed in one body.

A sob wracks your body as you reach for him and crash your lips together once more. Unable to control the trembling in your voice when you pull back, and a soft whimper escapes, “You’re mine, you know that?”

“I always have been.”

He picks you up and smoothly maneuvers you both to the bed. His hand cushions the back of your head as it meets the pillow, the tension eases in your body as he follows suit and sinks his full weight on top of you. He presses a deep kiss to your lips and sighs softly. You’re immediately pawing at him- reaching around his neck and chasing his lips with a whine every time he pulls away. Urging him to you, inside you. Closer, closer, closer.

He senses your impatience and lets his soft tongue gently slip into your mouth. You let out a small moan the moment his taste hits your tongue. Moving between soft pecks to deep kisses; oxygen is trivial, you would let him steal every breath left in your lungs. You melt beneath him, scratch lines into his back. Desire born of desperation. Mindless and ravenous, you imagine him swallowing you whole.

“Closer, please- need you.”

You almost regret those words the second they come out as he moves away- until he starts tearing apart every layer separating you both. A thick haze begins to settle in your mind as his hands return right where they belong. His tongue and lips descend on you and begin to follow a line down your middle, slowly teasing you as he finally reaches the damp fabric of your underwear.

He presses a featherlight kiss below your navel and looks up at you with flushed cheeks and stars in his eyes. “Precious girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

“Anything you want,” you rasped. “Anything.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew half of the things I’ve fantasized about doing to you,” he murmured. “You're the most important person in my life. They scare me sometimes.”

You shake your head. “I belong to you. Use me as you see fit, tear me apart,��� you beg. “Nothing you do could ever scare me.”

“You ruin me, angel.”

He hides a conflicted expression by lowering his head again. You tremble as he licks a firm stripe up the fabric of your underwear. He kisses right where you’re pulsing. Breathes where you’re empty and toys with you until the cotton is completely soaked through. The heat is unbearable, fingers find his hair and you roughly tug.

“No more."

He kindly grins, condescending tone dripping from his voice, “That’s not the way to get what you want,” he turns and kisses the inside of your thigh. “You’re my good girl, so ask again. Nicely.” Another kiss then a sharp pain that shoots right to your clit; flesh pinched between his teeth. A warning.

“Please.” Tears are forming anew in your eyes. “I want it. Please, please. Can’t wait anymore.”

You flinch as the unexpected sound of ripping fabric reaches your ears. His grip tightens as tosses your legs over his shoulders and manhandles you closer to him. The sensation of his tongue sends as sharp jolt of electricity through your whole body as he laps tenderly at your skin. Licking teasing strokes up and down your slit before suckling hard onto your clit. Pressing into hard. Kissing away the ache.

It punches the air from your lungs and sends your back arching off the bed. You attempt to squirm but Caleb is faster than you, fixing you with a bruising grip as he anchors your hips down onto the bed.

You’ve never known complete ecstasy like this; and you never will, not unless Caleb is the one giving it to you.

He moans against you as he begins eating your cunt with the fervor of a starved animal. Prodding his tongue at your entrance, creating an obscene mix of saliva and slick. He drinks it all in, drinks you in. Drowns himself in your body, works your pleasure as you let out choked sobs and urge him in as far as he’s willing to go.

He’s merciless as he steadily brings his fingers to your entrance, softly opening your body to him. Carving himself into your heat, feeling you flutter around him like a wild heartbeat. Tasting you with ardent fervor and working a steady rhythm that sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You know you can only endure the merciless torture for so long, as the pressure begins to crest. You reluctantly chase the feeling, desperate for release, and already mourning the loss of his touch.

The force of your orgasm shatters you completely. He holds you through it all as the shock waves make it's way from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Pleasant fog settles back in your mind, as you faintly recall the feeling of Caleb’s warmth momentarily shifting as he brings your lips together to feed you the taste of the two of you. You feel his murmured words against your lips, trembling with barely concealed emotion. Reverence you feel down to your bones.

“Precious, I’ll come home to you every time. No more tears.”)

Cold sweat and tears soak the sheets that once held the both of you as you dreamt. His bed was going to be your tomb.

[ichikalvr]

she is so my type

(art creds at start ^^)

[ofswordsandpens]

Southern Raider's discourse has been done to hell and back, and maybe one day I'll expand more concretely on my own thoughts but till then, I think some of you dislike the idea of zutara so much its leading you to the most bad faith interpretations of both of their characters and their interactions in that episode

[justwantswafflefries]

thoughts on the new blog banner?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

im going to have a fucking heart attack oh my god

[akqrus]

This is ladynoir, ladynoir is this.

[futuremrscameron]

john b will do shit like this then wonder why puppy crashes out when he says he’s getting back with sarah:

[airystwinsibling]

wemmjoice under the cut for those who care i guess

There was something.. calming, about the way Rejoice moved around the fields of sunflowers. Something about the way his cyan and scarlet trenchcoat billowed behind him. In the way his smile never dropped. She could tell, even if he never looked back at her.

His smile was brighter than the sun. Even at it's highest point in the sky; nothing was more beautiful than Rejoice's curled lips, parted slightly with a laugh.

His calloused hands- worn from years of wielding a sword- gently brushed against the petals of the sunflowers, like they were the most fragile, most beautiful his eyes had ever gazed upon. They probably were, Wemmbu was sure of it- though the blue and purple mushrooms back at the ancient civilization were quite the sight to behold.

The totem resting crookedly in his wrist gauntlet sparkled teasingly in the setting sun with each movement of his hand. Sometimes, she would try to approach him, tell him it's crooked, and fix it for him. But, he just kept getting farther and farther away. Wemmbu was near convinced that she was destined to appreciate his clumsy beauty from afar.

She'd call out when he was about to trip, laugh at his bumbling nature, or when the skies turned gray with signs of storm. He'd always ignore her. Wemmbu could handle that- this, one-sided relationship of their's.

Her vex scales fluttered in the spring breeze after each rainfall, and Rejoice was always there to greet her. Well, not exactly greet her, but he was always there.

There were more people around- two, to be exact. Maybe they'd try to make conversation with her, or just... be near her, sitting next to her as a gentle presence. Sometimes, Wemmbu'd enjoy their presence, other times, not so much. They came and went though- her only constant was the tantalizing man just 5 feet ahead of her. So close, yet so far.

...

One day, a gentle pressure against her shoulder interrupted her peace. She looked up, warm and concerned eyes meeting her own. Egg, she finally remembered.

"Dude," they started, like they always had, "It's not your fault."

But.

But it was.

Rejoice was gone because of her, blood still mixing with the oozing skulk in the back of her retinas.

The wardens- she should've maced them sooned- could have. She could've corus'd in sooner, instead of having to mine through with mining fatigue. Could've left him out of all of this in the first place! But, she didn't. And Rejoice had to pay the toll- her toll.

Egg sighed when she gave no response, sitting next to her with their legs folded under them, hand still steady on her shoulder. "Rejoice wouldn't want you grieving like this bro- he'd want you, like, being active, going out there and living your life," they sighed again. "You haven't eaten something substantial in days, dude. Even Lopez is worried about you, and you know how she is."

Wemmbu hands balled before she released them, a sigh escaping her own lips. "Whatever, bro." She rolled her eyes, leaning against Egg's shoulder. She didn't tear her gaze away from the sunset, hopeful that maybe- just maybe- Rejoice would come bounding to her, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. Maybe, she'd accept it this time.

[evan-does-croak]

aweeagwwdad he's so happy with his wife 🤧😭

he is SO SMITTEN