#A World Divided

[palatinewolfsblog]

“Our world is not divided by race, color, gender or religion. Our world is divided into wise people and fools. And fools divide themselves by race, color, gender, or religion.” Mohamad Safa (Human Rights Activist and United Nations Representative).

[erikasandersonactor]

First look of me as the Storyteller from A World Divided - a brand new steampunk musical.

[wellenklavier]

everyone say thank you bandcamp home page for showcasing this one

[mapsontheweb]

The world divided into 4 equal parts

[parkjayssi]

✦ PAC : TWISTED FANTASIES

what does ur future partner think about you at night? 18+

!MINORS PLEASE DNI

like & rb are appreciated

i'm a beginner in tarot so please take everything with a grain of salt

do not copy or steal my work

🖤 | pile one!

okay, pile one, seems like your fs has a thing for power imbalance when it comes to sex. they imagine you completely submitting to their will and doing it raw and wild. they'd make sure to have a safe word but definitely wants to make sure that you are a stuttering mess or they won't be satisfied because they feel like they haven't even gave you their best. they also imagine indulging you with a nice meal at restaurant or just spending some money on you before doing it. pampering you a lot is something they want to do to make this experience so much more indulging.

they seem to have a strong masculine presence, pile one, because the idea of trapping you under them and making you submit seems to be a repeating pattern here. they also seem to have a corruption kink, this isn't necessarily taking your virginity but introducing you to some new things that could elevate it. bondage is evident, blindfolds and handcuffs or ropes. as I said, definitely wants to make you feel helpless. their only goal is to make you feel the most pleasure as possible and so they'd do everything to enhance the experience, even if it's just a fantasy in their pretty little head (・ω<)

🖤 | pile two!

goddamn, pile 2, your fs really put you on a pedestal for their fantasies. they see you as this untouchable god/goddess and they feel blessed to even look at you. they think that even imagining how they treat you in bed is a sin but they still dare to imagine that doing it with you might alleviate those sins, even if it's just a bit. they really think that only you can liberate them from their dirty thoughts that they should've never had in first place. they are really attentive to your needs too, pile 2. they make sure to be gentle and not hurt you in any way.

this pile is really just soft and sweet, caring sex. they also imagine that having sex with you is a scared experience, wanting to intertwine not only your bodies but your souls as one. they also imagine you voicing your needs as they are also open to anything you'd want to do. they probably seem to be a gentle dom/sub. really precious people, pile 2 <333

🖤 | pile three!

ooh, pile 3, your fs has a really interesting fantasy. they imagine exploring new boundaries with you that they previously placed on themselves. probably trying something new that they were scared to or just did not seem interested before you entered their life. they seem to be quite assertive with what they like or dislike so this is very different from the usual self that they are.

they have this fantasy of trying positions that let you be on top and just admiring you while they sit back and relax. they want to give you this illusion of you being in control and just let you have your way for some time and then they switch up to assert themselves since, as i said, they are quite assertive, both in real life and in bed. there's also another interpretation for some of you out there, that they have this fantasy of having sex to make up, basically angry sex to let both of your frustrations out. also pile 3, if you get attracted to pile 1, there might be extra messages for you

extra : this pile gives gojo satoru from jjk vibes so ifykyk

[meowiu]

﹒ 𐙚 ˚ ﹒⟢

[marquisedegramont]

some simple vtm line dividers i made last night for the sillies & funzies

f2u , feel free to modify and recolor as you see fit :)

[gilverrwrites]

Sure, canon likelihood aside, the idea of a JayRoy 3-way is hot as fuck, but do you know what’s hotter? BirdFlash

CWs: Mildly dubious concent, overstim. Afab, fem reader.

Imagine being used by Dick ‘make a nun swoon’ Grayson who fucks like it’s his job, and walking sex toy (affectionate) Wally West who eats pussy like it’s his last meal.  

Imagine sitting on Dicks lap, as he presses hot, sloppy kisses to your neck, holding your legs open with strong calloused fingers as he lazily fucks up into your throbbing, drippy cunt. They’ve already made you cum more times than you can remember, you’re a needy babbling disaster. The only thing anchoring you to reality is your hands threaded in Wally's fiery locks.

The man has infinite stamina, Dick may have slowed but Wally is still working your aching clit like he just started. His tongue actually vibrates between noisy, wet, sucking. Every time he groans into your folds you tug harder on his hair. Every harsh thrust from Dick makes a loud, damp, slapping sound due to the obscene amount of saliva and cum.

You can squirm, and cry, and beg as much as you like. There’s no getting out of Dick’s merciless grip, no getting away from Wally’s hungry mouth.

“I-fuck- I can’t take anymore.” You sputter.

Wally pulls away to look at you. Whining with swollen pouty lips. Eyes big and face soaked. “Babbeee, don’t say that!”

“Wally hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet.” Dick coos, sending a shiver to your suddenly unstimulated bud that makes you clench around him. “Are you gonna deny him after he made you feel so good?”

“N-no, I want...” Your answer is shaky, interrupted by the snapping of Dick's hips.

Dick laughs, right in your ear. Relishing in your broken words, in the way you wither against his hard chest. “What do you want pretty girl? Tell us.”

Wally is on upright now, palming himself at the sight of you; glassy-eyed and stretched out Dick’s cock like a work of art. You reach out helplessly for him, but he rocks back on his hips, defiantly keeping just slightly out of your grasp as he jerks off. Cocky smile on his lips as he encourages, “Dickie Bird asked you a question, what do you want?”

“I want your cock, Wally. Wanna make you feel good.” You cry, and Wally leans forward again. Closing the gap so you can finally paw at his heated, freckled skin as he plants his lips on yours. Kissing you open-mouthed, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Making a real show of it for Dick’s amusement.

“We better make Dick cum then, yeah?” He pulls away, trailing more hurried, careless kisses down your body, eager to get back to lapping at your core. “Get him to paint your insides so I can suck it out of you and fill you back up again. Is that what you want, baby?”

[chilumitos]

𓈒 ۫ 🐕͟ 𓈒 ⬫

[james-farrow-did-nothing-wrong]

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich, I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit

🎨:moncuries & moonsnqil

[casscainmainly]

Since it's StephCass week, I wanted to share one of my fav StephCass moments, from Batgirls #16. Cass' promise to never abandon Steph hits so hard when thinking about their relationship in Batgirl (2000). They have so many good moments it's easy to forget one of the longest running threads in their relationship: Steph leaving Cass, and Cass letting her go.

From Batgirl (2000) #28, #38, #53, #54. It all leads to their final confrontation in #55:

Before she can give chase, Cass gets called away by Batman. Though rooftop tag is a cute tradition between them, in reality Cass never chases after Steph, not once; this final time, letting Steph go results in her death. Of course it's not Cass' fault, as much as it's not Steph's, but she probably does blame herself in some capacity.

Which is why that moment in Batgirls #16 is so moving. For two people who have been torn apart time and time again, sometimes by external forces, sometimes of their own volition - for someone like Cass, who spent most of her life without someone to come home to - finding someone who stays, who fights to stay, is incredibly special. They won't leave each other alone. They never will.

[huensito]

✿ིུ͠⠀ you're just my eternal sunshine, sunshine

[erikasandersonactor]

Here's a look at our first performance of A World Divided! I'm very proud to be a part of this talented company.

And I look damn fine in that coat! 😉

🎥credit: Brett Turner

[ohmaerieme]

prized possession

[druidshollow]

Space is suddenly thrown into a panic, so Phrases helps them ground themself.

hellooooooooooo this wasnt an excuse to draw phrases and space cuddling. no of course not. i think the flickering blue light flung them into a flashback regarding dunes attack since the flashing is similar to the power given off by her spear. flashbacks can be caused by even very small triggers which is something i think space unfortunately struggles with pretty often. theyve got a good support system now though <3 phrases speaks pretty repetitively at points here- they're aware that space isnt mentally in the present and they're asserting what they know to help. sometimes you have to repeat yourself many times for someone in a panic to hear you or really process what youre telling them

[maevesque]

A/N: Ahahahahaha... Remember this post? Yeah, bye. I'm hiding after I post this.

@rafayelsheart tagging you, because... AAAA I fucking did it.

His voice is low and husky, tingling your senses as he brushes his lips along the outer shell of your ear, whispering softly, "wake up, kitten." And you instantly stir awake from your sleep, fatigue still clings to your eyes but you pay no heed to it as your eyes meet with Sylus's.

You smile, eyes sparkling in between the sleep-spelled gaze, and you look divine in his eyes. He pulls you closer, and without seeming, captures your lips in a heated kiss. Your tongues dance, tasting each other as he pulls you closer, hoisting your leg over his waist, making you feel his hardened member.

It's slow at first, your hand moving to wrap around his aching cock, stroking him slowly as you two continue your rhythmic dance against your lips. It's coupled with a beautiful thrum of his soft, puffed out moans. Oh, how you simply adored how he sounds melting in your hands like this.

"Kitten," he groans against your lips, "are you really going to continue teasing me?" His tone rough with desire and a morning rasp.

You smile, shaking your head, knowing that you can't stand teasing him any longer, not when you ache to feel him filling you to the brim so early in the morning. The thought of your bodies rocking to a steady rhythm as passion fills the air was a trip to ecstasy you didn't think you needed.

His hand trails down, fingertips drumming until he reaches your entrance, his long slender digit dip into you, slowly stroking your insides, one finger becomes two, and the third has you begging softly, panting against his ear.

"More, please."

Sylus smirks, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Since you asked so nicely." He says, positioning himself to your entrance, "are you ready?" He asks, wanting to ensure he doesn't hurt you, not when the light teasings are sprinkled with gentleness and care.

You nod, reaching back tug at one cheek, opening yourself more for him and he growls, his hand gripping your hips before pushing into you in a languid movement, drawing up a gasp from you that he swallows before he eases his head back, pushing his fingers into your mouth, that you wrap your lips around to suck your slick off, your eyes closing as you savor the taste of yourself on his fingers.

He groans at the sight, unable to help himself as he delves his tongue back into your mouth, greedy to taste yourself on your tongue. The kiss was hot, wet and simply messy, but that's something the two of you never seem to mind.

He continues pushing as he feels you adjust, your walls hugging him perfectly snug, he has to stop himself from coming right then and there. A groan tumbling from his lips once he bottoms out, a soft whimper escaping you as her walls squeeze around him.

"So tight, kitten," he grunts softly, his hand gripping your ass as he begins to move, his cock sliding in and out with ease.

Your whimpers being coupled with moans, fill your room with the sound of soft skin slapping against each other, and your pretty noises that Sylus absolutely adores.

He picks up the pace, his groans becoming louder, his grip on your hips tightening as your bodies move in sync, panting against each other's lips, swallowing each other's moans as he moves against you.

Your moans gradually grow in volume, a pleading, "harder," renews his fervor as he obliged to your request, his thrusts becoming harder, holding you in place by your hips as he pressed deep, deep, deep inside you.

The two of you get lost in tangled limbs under soft blankets, the sun continues rising as your bodies move in harmony.

"I'm... I'm close..." you moan as you grip onto his shoulders.

He rolls the two of you, now hovering as he uses this angle to piston his hips, easily hitting your sweet spot mercilessly.

"That's it, kitten," he grunts in between his encouragements and now relentless thrusts, "come for me."

And you do, a loud moan muffled the moment he captured your lips as you came, coating his cock with your essence, and he helps you ride out your climax.

Once you come down from yours, you pull him closer, your ankles locking behind him as the back of your feet pressing against his ass, making him press deep inside you once more. You trail kisses up to his ear and nip at the earlob, a pleading and sultry whisper, "come inside me..."

And who is he to say no, his eyes darkening once more, and even more so when you guide his hand to your neck, his brow cocking upwards as the smirk returns.

His long, slender digits curl around your neck, applying pressure when needed as he snaps his hips, feeling him nearing his own release.

"Come for me, Sylus..."

The smile you give him as he tightens his hold around your neck has him growling in pleasure, your breathless command and the squeezing of your walls has him spilling into you after a few more thrusts.

You hold onto him, clinging to him even, as he rides out his orgasm until it's spent. He takes care not to crush you as he wraps his arms around you, easing to the side to lay with you, and when you feel him slipping out, you squeeze your walls much tighter than before.

It makes him chuckle, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Alright, alright... I won't go anywhere," he reassures you, a kiss to your forehead as he tucks your head under his chin, his own eyes closing as he hums softly.

"Rest," he commands, though his tone is gentle, "we can go out later."

He also makes sure that he adds black-out curtains on their list of things to buy before allowing himself to drift off to sleep to meet with her once more.