#12/9/2024

[pokeprism]

"... i guess we makin' babies now."

Felt like drawing some AMONG US- And here is where I ended up. Hope you enjoy~!

[xaviergalatis]

[mcr5-thoughts-every-other-day]

MCR5 thought for 12/9/2024!

Im so delulu i asked my mom if i could meet santa this year to ask him for MCR5

(Should i do it?)

[mikeywayarchive]

Instagram story by mikeyway

[Sep 12, 2024]

[serickswrites]

Answer Me

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, rescue, bruises, caretaker and whumpee

"I'm here, Whumpee. I'm here!" Caretaker shouted as they shouldered open the door to the basement. The others were taking care of Whumper. They only had one job and that was to find and free Whumpee.

But there was no response.

Panic clawed its way up Caretaker's throat as they moved. They had to hurry. Maybe Whumper had knocked Whumpee unconscious. Perhaps Whumpee was bleeding to death. "Hold on, I'm here. I'm right here!"

Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and they could see Whumpee. Whumpee sat chained in a corner, but they were alive. Caretaker could see their body moving with each rapid breath. "Oh thank God, Whumpee."

But Whumpee did not respond.

"I'm here just hold on," Caretaker said as the hurried over.

Whumpee sat hunched over themself. Caretaker winced as they dropped to Whumpee's level and could see Whumpee's bruised and swollen face. Tears had dried and left tracks down their cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart, it's ok. I'm here, I've got you."

But still, Whumpee did not respond. They sat listlessly, staring at the ground, completely still except for their rapid breaths.

Caretaker cupped Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee's skin was freezing, but Whumpee didn't respond to Caretaker's touch at all. "Can you feel me, I'm right here, Whumpee?"

Even that did not get Whumpee to respond.

Caretaker knew they had to hurry. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. And they had to get Whumpee out of there.

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@artisticdemon

[calfrxca]

hello tungle,

take my lag inducing tf one picmix gifs, no seriously, theyre lagging my phone, it's slow as i type this

[tigergirltail]

Discord Shenanigans

Featuring @ariathelamia @entroart @queenofwerewolves @dreamland-arcade

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 9, Day 12, Day 25

“I made a mistake.” | “I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Guilt

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Contains: royal whump, lady whump + dudewhump, restraints, gagged/muzzled, death mention, grief, collar (implied), threats

WC: 740

One grievous mistake

“Would you like to see your sister?”

The seer nodded, clenching his jaw around the bit between his teeth. How humiliating it would be to have her see him like this: weak, overpowered, bound, reduced to such a pathetic state. But his pride withered. Stronger, much stronger, was the need to know she was alive.

The usurper smirked and departed without another word, though it seemed he did not tread far. His voice, full of harsh, throaty notes that bespoke a deeper darkness than his cold grey eyes conveyed, drifted in through the open door as he gave orders to the guards outside: “Bring the girl.”

The girl. Not the princess, not Her Highness. Her title gone, sundered and burned on the pyre of their old life. Along with their family. Along with . . . everything.

The girl—his sister—the only family he had left.

The grief struck him so suddenly and with such violence, he gagged on a wave of nausea and convulsed in panic that he would die after all, choking to death on his own despair. Dead. They were dead. His mother, his father, his brother, who had still been round-faced and bright-eyed with youth. Tenacious and wild, outspoken and courageous.

And dead.

Yet he, a crown prince deserving of no crown and nobody’s veneration, lived. Why? What had stayed the usurper’s hand, stopped that blade from spilling his blood, too? A stroke of cruel mischance? An unhappy, wretched mistake?

It was clear, all too clear: his whole life had been one grievous mistake.

What if . . .

“Now. Hold still.” The usurper reappeared suddenly, clutching something in his hand. The seer shrank away, but where he could go? Nowhere.

Something pressed against his neck, snug and cold. The seer went rigid, certain he was about to be strangled, but the pressure did not tighten.

“There.”

No yanking, no choking, and no explanation. Whatever the prince had hung around his neck, it caused no further pain, but its purpose remained a mystery.

“What is this?” the seer demanded, but if the prince understood the garbled question, he did not deign to answer.

At that moment, rapid footsteps caught his attention, pattering down what sounded to be an echoing stone staircase, then over the dungeon floor.

“Let me in to see him, please!”

His sister’s voice gasped through the rank, rancid air. He straightened, dizzy with relief—and with concern.

She burst through the door.

A disgruntled-looking guard followed her, clinging tightly to the tail of a rope whose other end was wrapped around her wrists. She strained, trying to reach the seer, as he did the same in an effort to reach her, shouting uselessly into the muzzle.

“Let her go, you bastard!”

She seemed, as far as he could tell, unharmed: a faint crimson stained marred her throat, as if blood had dried there and then been weakly washed away, and she still wore her nightclothes, diaphanous and revealing to her captors in a way that made his stomach turn. If she realized or was bothered, though, she hid it well.

“Please,” she said, her eyes wide and desperate as she pleaded with the usurper, “untie me, let me go to him. Look at him—what have you—”

The prince tutted, grabbing her arm and wrenching her toward him. As the soldier released the end of the rope, the prince lifted her bound hands as if to inspect them. “What’s this, now? Disgraceful. What did you do?”

“Nothing,” she said, pale as her nightgown, “nothing, I just—”

“She was fussing with the window when we went to get her,” said the soldier, cutting her off. “Trying to get it open. Looking for a way out.”

“Is that so?”

His sister didn’t answer, instead stealing a glance away to meet her brother’s gaze.

Quick as lightning, the usurper slapped her.

She cried out, her head whipping sideways, and the seer roared. Neither protest changed a thing.

“I asked you a question. Is it true? Were you trying to open your window?”

“Yes, but—”

Once again, the soldier spoke over her, letting her protest crumble into defeated silence. “Leave to speak, Your Highness?”

The usurper smirked. “Granted.”

“This one will turn on you, my lord. On us all.” The soldier fingered his sword, eyeing the two former royals with distaste. “She isn’t worth the trouble she’ll cause. Let me kill her for you. Let me kill them both.”

June of Doom Masterlist

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@juneofdoom

All my writing is original. Feel welcome to interact/comment/reblog. Pls don’t steal or repost.

[nb-octopus-writes]

Masterpost — once you're in the hive, the other bees assume you're supposed to be there

[General Masterpost]

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[Ao3]

Summary:

Virgil accidentally gets absorbed by his best friend's brother's polycule.

In his defense, they keep feeding him every time they see him, and Patton's cooking is really good.

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Status: In progress

Posted Wordcount: 14.7K

Ships: Established LMP, Dukeceit, Moceit, and a side of Remy/A Bunch of People. Eventual Remile near the end.

Main Tag: #Accidental Polycule Infiltration Fic

Additional Tags: #sanders sides #polyamory #creativitwins #dukeceit #logince #logicality #royality #LMP #mociet

main blog catchall tag: #polycule infiltration

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Chapter 1: Halloween Party | 1.9K

Chapter 2: The Morning After | 3K

Chapter 3: A Series of Unintended Events | 1.3K

Chapter 4: The Second Morning | 1.9K

Chapter 5: The Most Accidental of Thefts | 2.4K

Chapter 6: Baiting the Trap | 1.7K

Chapter 7: How They Kept Him Very Well | 1.1K

Chapter 8: One Could Get Used to This | 1.5K

Chapter 9: Come for the Bike, Stay for the Game Night | 3.5K

Chapter 10: Game Night Continues | WIP

[feralchaton]

August 12 2024

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Killing of Moon Knight,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #9.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[pokeprism]

Woe, hearts be upon thee. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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[snkrbonbon]

[jokeanddaggerdept]

[mikeywayarchive]

deathcabforcutie: We will be joining @mychemicalromance at @metlifestadium on Saturday, August 9th next year. Tickets go on sale this Friday at 10am local time (link in bio). See you there!

[Nov 12, 2024]

[klaudia2646]

Wednesday of thanksgiving week we went to the Arts Gallery as they have a pretty nice kids area so Joplyn could burn some energy.

Then Joplyn was helping grandmama to water the plants.

Thanksgiving day was crazy. Joplyn didn’t sleep much, therefore Weslee didn’t sleep much. I kept her early morning so poor Weslee could sleep for a while. Until I had to start getting the kitchen cleaned and ready. KJ came to dinner, got here very early and was telling me all her troubles over and over while having some alcohol. The more she drank the louder she got. The child was running around in the kitchen. And we were trying to cook. By the time the meal was ready I was exhausted. Then came 5he cleaning up the washing dishes and the pies. Tonya and Allen came for dessert. However, Tonya doesn’t like KJ so poor KJ waited in the tv room while I finished washing dishes. Late Thanksgiving night we had to finish wrapping up some presents so went to bed pretty late. Exhausted! 🥱