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[evviejo]

requested by @warriorfaeriequeen >> thirteen telling her friends to leave & threatening the dalek in resolution

[fem-nomenal]

Closed starter for @the-knicker-drawer

Lydia was busy getting her clothes together for the date tonight at her place; She had hit it off well with the woman she sat across from at the endangered species benefit, and they had to rain check an ‘after party’ since the both of them were busy.

But, today was the day they had planned. She pulled up her shorts over her figure, having to jump a little in the process. They were a pair of black spandex shorts, with a halo on the front and angels wings on each cheek on the back.

She had on a black tank top that had a star design with each thread that crossed over her cleavage making a line of the star. Talking herself up, and hoping that she didn’t draw attention to her huge back scars, Lydia heard the doorbell to her home ring.

Her heart jumped into her throat, going to the door and fanning out her hair, opening it for her guest.

“It’s so nice to see you again~”

[ratinayellowbandana]

Hound "baby boy" of Ill Omen for prompts!

first off, thank you for carrying this whole ship on your back. you are our strongest soldier and we appreciate you.

second, even more thanks for sending this my way! I hope this is something like what you had in mind!

if anyone else sees this and would like to toss a little prompt my way, feel free :)

wc: 934

cw: body horror…kind of? it’s just canonically what the good boy looks like

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Imogen loves Laudna. She does. Quite a lot, in fact.

Because it is a fact. 

It may as well be written in stone. In the stars. Recorded on one of those dusty scrolls in elegant script and stuck on a shelf in some stuffy library for the next bored student who may happen across it and learn of two witches who saved the world.

Laudna, it must be noted, is a woman of many quirks. 

And Imogen, it must be noted, adores her for them. 

They are just as much a part of Laudna as the angle of her nose, the brightness in her eyes. As are her projects, macabre and scrounged as they often are, and so Imogen adores them, too. 

(If it takes her a moment to come around, Laudna must never know. Each new creation, presented to Imogen with all the glee of a child in a sweets shop, will only ever be met with enthusiasm. Laudna, she knows, has spent too long squirreling away the odd parts of herself. Imogen is determined to recover them.)

“Come here, darling,” Laudna calls, and the flesh-and-bone creature that scared the everloving fuck out of Imogen the first time he burst from his maker’s chest trots happily to her side, tongue lolling from a fleshless snout. 

The hound twines between Laudna’s legs, and she lifts her skirts to allow him through. He leans heavily against the inside of her knee, and Laudna beams. She bends at the waist to wrap the creature in spindly arms. His back arches, and Imogen can hear the vertebrae curving, clacking, as Laudna scratches behind his one intact ear. The ichor-tipped remnant of a tail begins to wag, shaking them both with the force of it.

He spots Imogen several paces away, and his green eyes glow, peering at her curiously.

Laudna has stopped her scritches, and the hound tilts his big head. Laudna looks up, meets Imogen’s fond gaze, and her lips split into a wide grin.

“Go on,” she pats the creature’s sides encouragingly, “say hello if you like.”

The hellhound bounds forward, released from his command. 

Imogen recalls the day he learned his tricks.

Laudna had found Imogen lounging beneath a copse of trees one afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to sink, casting the forest in dappled shades of orange and gold. The festering hound loped diligently at her heels. His paws colored the leaf-strewn ground iridescent black in their wake. 

“Look!” Laudna had said, chest puffed. She turned to her newest creation and pointed one finger. “You’ve been so obedient all afternoon. I’ll see about giving you something from my collection if your other mom approves of your skills. I should have a deer leg that will suit you nicely.” She contemplated for a moment. “Ready?” 

The hound stretched into a bow, muscle snapping over exposed bone, yawned, and shook. Drops of blood and ichor spattered the clearing, but Imogen hardly noticed, too caught up in Laudna’s casual statement. 

She had said it nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just gifted Imogen something extraordinarily precious. As if Imogen’s senses hadn’t suddenly gone askew. As if she hadn’t just sent Imogen’s worldview slip-sliding into something new and dangerous and so welcome that it felt like a homecoming. Her mind spun until she was almost giddy with it. She wondered, then, how something said so simply could feel so significant. If Laudna understood what she had done. 

She had appointed Imogen the caretaker of a fragment of her soul. Of a creature that had been born of her, born from her. Crafted from the essence of her with whispered words and a desire to protect. 

“Imogen?” Laudna had said then, “Are you ready?”

And Imogen had glanced between Laudna and her hound, who sat on bleeding haunches and looked expectantly at his mother, and it was all she could do to swallow the creak in her throat.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

Now, as the hound nearly bowls her over, Imogen cannot find it within herself to be mad at him. Not even at the dark stains on her dress. They’ll come out with a prestidigitation or two. She knows from experience. 

She falls back in the grass and stares down twin emeralds. A broad tongue laps the side of her face, and she laughs, trying to dodge a cold, wet nose against her cheek. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his muzzle. 

“Hi, baby boy,” she coos. She rubs at his ears, and he presses harder into her palm, groaning loudly. She can feel the vibration in her chest.

Laudna scolds, “What have I said about knocking people over?” Her hands rest firmly on her hips. “Honestly, Imogen, you could at least discipline him. How will he learn?”

Imogen rolls her eyes, shrugs. “I’m the fun mom. He comes to me because he knows he can’t get away with anything when you’re around.”

Laudna huffs. “I’m sorry that I want our son to be civilized.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” The hound flops to the ground, sprawling over Imogen’s outstretched legs, and she lets out an oomph of surprise. “Are you going to join us down here?” 

Laudna sighs and settles beside Imogen, resting her head on Imogen’s shoulder. She runs her hands over the creature’s exposed belly, avoiding the biggest of the perpetually oozing wounds. His jaw unhinges happily. His tail thumps a steady rhythm against her shin.

Imogen presses a kiss to the top of Laudna’s head, and Laudna relaxes into her.

A soft smile spreads across Imogen’s lips.

[paxthepuppycat]

hey i saw your most recent stimboard post and thought it was super cute could i request one for a king cheetah?? /nf /pos

thank you in advance!!

Cheetah Stimboard!

[seasononesam]

@horrornaturalevent: HORROR MEDIA ‘23 - horror movies | supernatural as a slasher film

Let’s just shag ass before Leatherface catches up. 

[ID: Ten gifs from various episodes of Supernatural. Each one has a filter over it to look more grainy. The first gif shows a red background with chains and meathooks holding a bit of human flesh and hair. The second gif shows a door with “she’s mine” written in the fog on the window. The third gif shows several newspapers and missing person posters hung up on a wall, with some blood spatter. The fourth gif shows the silhouette of a person walking through the woods at night. The fifth gif shows a bloody hand smacking against the window of the impala. The sixth gif shows a woman hanging by her arms, wearing a white shirt with some blood on it. There are chains and medical tools hanging in the background. The seventh gif shows a glowing branding iron being held near Dean’s eye. The eighth gif shows a cabin in the woods at night. The ninth gif shows a man holding a knife near a sharpener. He is wearing an apron and gloves and you can not see his face. The tenth gif shows Dean holding a jar full of teeth. /End ID.] 

[sisterdaniells]

come on dnp upload, let my manifesting work. ✨🤞

[fereldensheroesa]

@fallesto asked:

A comprehension of change struck him like lightning. Focused vision slid sidewards, giving him views of his flanks which usual peripheral vision only teased at. The varying pongs of woodland life rose to prominence in nostrils which now pulled heavy breaths as if even walking pace demanded air usually afforded for continued exertion. The gentle sound of wind blowing upon the branches and the endless titter of birdsong filled ears which alarmingly moved toward the source of sound. His abruptly hunched disposition now seemed like the only position he ever could have been arranged, the idea of standing straight relegated to a passing novelty. He looked upon himself and saw a chalky barrel chest draped in previously crimson clothing now turned a sickly yellow, blue robes below strewn upon the muddy ground near his alarmingly hoofed feet. A flick of something beyond locked his focus rearward, alarm surging into his altered self. Watching carefully he he could just about catch a glimpse of a thick haired tail sweeping past his plump posterior; his entire body keeping its amble girth despite the alarming and wondrous changes on display. A breeze was felt by his underside and helped reinforce his new found indigent nakedness. The obvious conclusion laid itself bare in his mind but acceptance denied it, his mind spinning endlessly for some sort of mundane conclusion like a mill wheel endlessly churning water. He threw his head around and snorted, attempting to cast off this feverish dream or drunken hallucination; its persistence burning away comforting possibilities. He looked back at himself, mouth parted in shock -- he was no longer man but a beast. The tales of this woodland were true, and by some sort of enchantment or curse, he walked not as a man of nobility, but what would be considered a fine steed for nobility instead!

She had felt something... a stirring in the Green. Someone it did not seem to trust had entered the forest, a forest she was a more... welcome intruder to. Dryads, they did not like outsiders. They disliked men even more.

Gwen was allowed passage as a respectful sort. A witch who looked out for things like the old growth, the old ways. Not like those pretentious sorceresses, no. A druid, one of few that still wandered the Continent--- outside of Skellige, perhaps, but Skellige had kept many old traditions and beliefs alive. She respected that.

Flowers, herbs, were tucked gently into the basket she carried. A little luna moth that shone like a sun-dappled autumn forest settled at her shoulder. The witch stood, wandering towards the source of the growing magics---

There, just past the brush, she spotted him. Red hair like her own--- that was the most she noticed before the change took place. It was akin to stories she'd heard as a child. Gods turning those who wandered where they should not into animals--- typically to the death of the mortal who had done so.

Fearlessly, she stepped into sight once the transformation completed. "Quite th' curse... you're lucky it wasn't arrows. That tends t'be th' usual for dryads." She could be a curse breaker, certainly, it was within her ability. Not here, though. Not within the still angry boughs.

[chaosfindsaway]

@ronplacerontime said "Don’t let go, okay?" [For Tommy]

Tommy's embrace was tender - with Ron's head laying against his chest, one hand clung to the back of Ron's neck while the other rested in the depths of his hair. It hurt to see him like this; always serving others while he neglected his own needs. How many times had Tommy told him?

Pal, you gotta take care of yourself sometimes.

It never seemed to sink it. The man was breaking inside, fighting a silent battle that hardly anyone else could see. Tommy sensed it and he wouldn't leave Ron's side until this storm passed.

Exhaling, he continued to hold to Ron, his words soft and reassuring. "Never, Ron, never. I've got you."

[picturesofponies]

Bi luna leaning against a nice tempest shadow happy to be with her girlfriend

!!

[lungsandlips]

"Who's your friend?" His voice came out of nowhere but it was unmistakable who it was pointed at. Eyes steadied on the girl, completely ignoring the person she was talking to. As far as Kade was concerned he was barely a blip on the radar and if he didn't pay him any attention he would simply go away. He'd actually been having a good time - whoever was throwing this party deserved a pat on the back. Usually he got bored and wanted to go home after an hour but he'd been thoroughly entertained for most of the night. Of course there's a bodyguard posted outside but that's never unheard of for Kade. "Kia," he demanded her attention again. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

@wstfl

[packsurvivcs]

@russetwolf gets Sansa (yo arya shared what)

They'd parted ways with Theon a day prior, and it felt like they would never reach the wall. She no longer felt anxious at getting caught as Brienne, Theon and Podrick had taken care of Ramsay's men and now they had horses, allowing for faster travel. Brienne did her best to move as quickly as possible, which Sansa appreciated, and she hoped they'd arrive to their destination soon. The possibility of seeing Jon again, a familiar face, her family, was one of the few things that kept her going. It was getting dark again, and so they set up their little camp near a large abandoned tree, she'd settled on another fallen log as she warmed her hands by the small fire that they'd created. Podrick had gone off saying he'd try to see about getting them something to eat, although Sansa was sure he wouldn't find much. It was getting much colder the more they walked, and most animals would either be hibernating, or hiding in their homes for warmth. Someone is coming. Brienne's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she stood from her spot, had Ramsay sent more men out?

[chasingrainbcws]

Goodness, there was so much to do today ! It isn't really unusual for her schedule to be jam-packed, but it one was honest, that was due to her own excess enthusiasm and the plethora of ideas ever-spilling over from her mind. Aside from the business related responsibilities of running a hotel, she had to ensure that expenses were balanced, and the week to be full of activities for the guests to bond, and heal, and better themselves... ! She hardly has time for answering doors --- --- ...wait. Was there someone at the door ?! Could it be a new guest ?! She practically flies to the stained-glass windows with explosive excitement, pulling the door open with an unreasonable amount of force and a grin far too wide for her cherubic face. ❝ --- HELLO ! Welcome to --- the... Ha.....❞ ...The joy in brimstone eyes bleeds to a myriad of emotions: confusion, intrigue... fear. The tall figure in the shadow of the hotel... looks like... her, in a way --- well, more like her Dad... but --- something is different. He's... brighter... --- and when her eyes catch the arches of large wings, and the glint of a sheathed sword at his waist... her stomach drops. ...An angel... ? What was an ANGEL doing here... ?

@truearchangel

[la-topazzz]

Daily sketchbook page day #1

[deepinthedarkworld]

@sinistersxns

Another night, another crowded house. Things seemed to be in some kind of repeat as of late. There was always a party, a meeting, a fight that Jacob could not miss out on and so she would follow like a fucking puppy on a leash. Didn't want her to be home all alone he said. More like he didn't trust her enough to be on her own. Jacob didn't trust anyone, too paranoid. So wherever he went, she went too.

The music was blasting through the speakers as she entered the property. People everywhere, the smell of cigarettes in the air along with god knew what. Imogen trailed behind her boyfriend, their fingers intertwined. Smiling at the right people, speaking when spoken to. "Ah!" Jacob exclaimed after a bit, tugging at her hand as he walked through dancing people. "There's someone I should introduce you to."

[thegapbetweenmoments]

Oliver's estate was rarely as lively as it was this evening.

Less than a year ago, his father had passed, and ever since, the notion that he should find a wife, sire an heir, and fully take over had been floating around to the point where now, he could no longer avoid the issue.

This evening was the culmination of a month of planning, procurement, and acquiescing to the odd whims of his mother while he planned a ball to celebrate his new title, an occasion which allowed him to bring in any number of interesting and influential guests.

As the music flowed through the air, and the partygoers twirled in response, he slid through the gaps in the crowd until he couldn't help but pause, taking note of a young woman he didn't recognize near the edge of the festivities. Without missing a beat he made his way toward her and bowed politely, a smile creeping onto his face.

"I don't believe we've met before, and I thought I might remedy that," he announced, holding out a hand to her. "Might I request a dance, miss....?"

@my-many-muse-rp-blog