#Bloqs

[queenpinkireellylikethisname]

Te estas portando mal, serás bloqueada

[devilevlls]

Chapter 16 spoiler (?)

MC, consumed by a burning desire for revenge after being killed by Belphie, stealthily creeps into his room in the middle of the night. With silent determination, they approach the slumbering demon's bedside, their hands trembling with suppressed rage, Beel wasn't there either, that was the perfect opportunity. With a fierce resolve, they reach out to choke him in his sleep, their fingers tightening around his throat with a visceral intensity. It's a chilling moment of retribution, fueled by the pain of betrayal and the unyielding thirst for justice. As MC's hands close in on Belphie's throat, a sudden sense of danger prickles at Lucifer's senses while he was working on his papers. With a swift and decisive motion, he teleports inside the room and intervenes, seizing the human and dragging them away from his slumbering younger brother's bedside. His expression is a mix of stern resolve and simmering anger, his grip firm as he prevents the MC from carrying out their deadly intent. At that moment, Lucifer's protective instincts override any other consideration, ensuring the safety of both his brother. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" His hand squeezes the human's arm with force.

Belphie awakens with a start, his eyes widening in alarm as his demon form materializes instinctively, reacting to the perceived threat, his tail swaying defensively. He gazes at the scene before him with disbelief, unable to comprehend the notion that the human—whom he may have considered a friend even after all that happened—was moments away from attempting to end his life. The realization sends a shiver down his spine, stirring a mixture of fear and betrayal within him. "I... I thought you had forgiven me." As the gravity of the situation sinks in, Belphie's eyes begin to well up with tears, his heart heavy with the weight of the consequences of his actions. The realization dawns on him with crushing clarity, stirring a profound sense of regret and remorse within his soul. Now he understood the magnitude of his mistake, understanding that the repercussions of his actions extend far beyond what he had initially anticipated.

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[theobsessedcookiefan]

I AM IN A WRITING BLOCK OR WHATEVER IS CALLED.. I CAN'T WRITE ANYTHING, THE IDEAS GOES POOF 😭

I SWEAR I'M TRYING 😭😭😭😭

[lightsovt]

¡hola! hace mucho no me aparecía en el tag con este tipo de publicación, pero es básicamente un llamado para otres roleplayers independientes para rolear, organizar plots y eso. mis reglas las pueden encontrar en la publicación pinneada en mi blog.

este post invita a quien guste ser mutuals / partners, con excepción de: users menores de edad, users que tengan algún problema con mis reglas, y a gente que he bloqueado en indies anteriores / en otra red social.

[yeoli-thm]

Hello! So I'm using your Pixelution theme for one of my blogs and I noticed that the "archive" button in the profile menu, when clicked redirects the person back to the homepage of the blog. I had taken the code for the actual archive redirect from the default tumblr blog theme and inserted that instead into the HTML, but then I realized; hey I'm sort of tampering with the HTML code and I don't like that it now shows it as a "custom" theme in the theme editor so I've redownloaded the theme multiple times, had to re-customize my colors, but since I don't want to tamper with the code at all is there maybe a way you can fix this? Or even make it into a customizable option to show or not show the "archive" button/replace it with a customizable link instead.

Hi thanks for letting me know! I thought I fixed this in my last update by I guess it didn't go through. I've added the correct archive link now so the theme should automatically update in the next couple of days or so depending on Tumblr.

[erosmancuso]

los quiero los quiero los quiero los quiero los quiero los quiero los quiero tanto tanto tanto

[poetas-thougturados]

no soy una persona orgullosa,

de hecho me considero 'dadivosa'

pero se a quién dedicarle mi tiempo y mi atención

antes de parecer esto, dejé que muchas personas pasaran por encima mío

di demasiado a personas que no merecían siquiera lo mínimo

y terminé destruída, por lo tanto estoy intentando juntar las piezas del rompecabezas

y lo siento por no quedarme, lo siento si parezco soberbia

así que me disculpo si no he de rogarte, lo siento si lo mejor que puedo hacer es marcharme,

pero nadie se queda en un lugar en dónde parece que no interesa

– @cinna-moonchild

[samtaylorillustrator]

I spoke to Creative Bloq about what I do all day CHECK IT OUT

[condomcandle]

Was ist Kunst für dich.

Ist es das simple Entstehen von Visueller Perfektion, oder doch eher der Spiegel eines Stückes deiner Persönlichkeit ?

Schreibt mir in die Kommentare ☮️❤️➕

[younes-ben-amara]

لا تهتموا بغدٍ، فغدٌ يهتم بما يخصّه، يكفي اليومَ شرُّه

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصادرها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #109 لا تهتموا بغدٍ، فغدٌ يهتم بما يخصّه، يكفي اليومَ شرُّه. (متى 7:1) 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #109🗃️ من الأرشيف✨ مُبشِّر🖥️ كلَّ يوم جمعة نعقد في مجتمع رديف لقاءً عن موضوع يطلبه أحد الأعضاء🥫🧠 طعام…

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[goldenliartrash]

elus odiadme todo lo que queráis pero las croquetas son una ordinariez que parece sacada de estados unidos. hala.

[shahinelected]

🇦🇿 Matriks-də olan bir xəta, yoxsa bir illüziya?

🇺🇸 Is this a bug or an illusion in the Matrix?

🇷🇺 Это ошибка или иллюзия в Матрице?

🇹🇷 Matrix'de olan bir hata mı, yoksa bir ilizyon mu?

#shahinelected #matrix #матрица #ilizyon #иллюзия #illusion #paranormal #paranormalactivity #паранормальное

[themindelectricdemo4]

I wish my one friend would acually show me his art more. He's so talented I need to blow him up with love. But it's his choice. I'm jsut saying. It's so beautiful. He's such a wonderful little guy

[infectedandbft]

The title for B.L.O.Q that I created.

[hunting-songs]

dance,sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words ! At some point in the evening someone had put a radio on the tables placed before the bars and had turned up the volume so the whole street was drenched in the songs blarring out of the radio like washed over by a wave of melodies. Into by the electronically buzzing disorted melodies from the radio mixed the laughter of the people and soon enough the tact of feet tapping in the rhythmn of the songs on the street when a few people started to dance. An orchestra was a group of instrumentalists, especially one combining string, woodwind, brass, and percussion sections, that palyed classical music; and for Senritsu this moment with the loud radiomusic, the people laughing that was the string-music, their heartbeats that were the brass-music and the noise of their clothes wosshing around them as they danced over the steet that was as lovely as woodwind music; was a orchestra sweeter than anything she had heard sitting in a theatre. Accordingly, lost in this orechestra only she could hear, Senritsu needed a second longer than usual to hear Dix approaching her and when she finally did, the woman looked at his offered hand with her head tilted to the side like an confused bird. "Mhmmm, what is that? Are you having pity on the horrible old and horrible boring person that is me? That is so sweet of you." Senritsus voice was nothing but a sweet singsang that perfectly mixed in the orchestra of noises around her. She did took the others hand eventually, but only to pull herself on her feet where she continue to hold his hand in hers lightly, carefully, as if he was made of fragile crystalglass. The lights of the bars along the street drenched the air in colourful lights. "But I am pretty sure there are other people who would love to dance with you here. Someone younger without a creaking spine. Someone less boring. Or at least someone on your eyelevel- " She stood before him and lead a short finger that used to look very different in a straight line from her forehead to the others arm, to emphasis her point that she was barely reaching his chest: "-quite literally, I mean. Wouldn´t want to risk you straining your ankle when stumbling over me. That would be something my poor heart would not be able to handle. " With a too theatralically suffering sigh to be serious, Senritsu palced a small hand on her chest as if the mere thougt of Dix stumbling over her made her heart hurt. She held up the show for a few seconds and then looked up to him laughing in all good humor before she winked up to the man, even if that wink was more waggishly humorous than anything else.