#Evelyn speaking

[bunnyclawsllc]

Wow, I haven't posted here in a while! Sorry if I worried you guys. I've been feeling kinda under the weather recently??? Like passing out and coughing up blood. So yeah, that kinda sucks. My productivity has been kinda shit lol. The whole apartment smells like chemicals too, and Fembit's been acting weird. Leaving me notes and shit. I'm like 95% sure she's poisoning me lol. I would go see a doctor, but I have no insurance ): So yeah, fml I guess. Any ideas on what she got me with?

[icarusredwings]

Based on real life events.

Thinking about how serious play time is in the Wilson- Howlett household

Wade, laying on the floor: Alright, Doc whats your diagnosis? Please dont be cancer please dont be cancer please dont be cancer

Dr gabby with toy tools: Hm.... Yup. You have cancer.

Wade: GAAASSSPPP No!! This can't be! I had so many dreams!! I- *drimatically starts fake crying.* I have to call my husband!

Dr gabby: You better make it quick, its spreading.

Wade: *gets out his phone and actually calls Logan, fake tears in his eyes and everything.* Logan!

Logan, who now walks out to the livingroom, holding the phone: Why are you calling me inside the ho-

Wade: LOGAN!!! I-.... i have cancer..

Logan: .... yeah??

Wade: *sobs drimatically* Im so young!! What are we gonna do!! I need a hug!

Logan: *steps back with his hands up* nu-uh if I mess up my nails Laura is going to kill me.

Dr gabby: Well I can do surgery. And save you.

Wade: GAAASSPP I wont have cancer anymore? Oh please Dr. Gabby!

Dr. Gabby: lay down.

Wade: *lays down very still*

Dr gabby: *litsens to his stomach*

Wade, giggling: What are you doing Doc?

Dr. Gabby: Im checking on the baby.

Wade: Baby!?

Dr. Gabby: Yes.

Logan, looking betrayed: Why didn't you tell me!?

Wade, blushing: Im sorry honey I didn't know untill dr. Gabby took away all of my cancer!!

Gabby: actually you still have cancer everywhere.

Wade: Fuck-

Logan because he's more drimatic then people think: YoU SAID YOU WAS ON THE PILL!

Wade, giggling: IM SORRY!! I HAVE ADHD!! YOU KNOW I FORGET TO TAKE MY PILLS!

Logan: Well You and I both know that Dr gabby took away my balls last week SO IT CANT BE MINE!

Dr gabby: *giggles*

Wade, genuienly shocked he would go this far: IM SO SORRY!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME! 😳😭

Logan: Who's is it!? Hm!??

Al, with popcorn: I bet it was that Spider kid he hangs out with.

Logan: GAAASSSPP!! YOU SAID HE WAS JUST A FRIEND

Wade: 👁👄👁💧 wait wut

Laura:.. what the fuck is going on

Gabby: Papa cheated on daddy

Wade: I-I DID NOT!!! 🤨

Logan: I CANT BELIEVE THIS!! 😰 I thought you loved me!! *fake sobs*

Wade: NO WAIT! I DO!! COME BACK!!

Gabby:.... are they still playing pretend...?

Laura:.. I dont know anymore..

[graaaaaayy]

there’s few things that are more disappointing than when you finish a really good book, go online to find fandom content and there’s maybe 3 fanart pieces, a dozen fics and the most of the posts are from three years ago when the fandom was actually active.

[idontcare4urmom]

madi filipowicz,the toxic fans could NEVER make me hate you!!

petition for her to be back on the videos with the triplets🥹

[electraslight]

thinking abt how eda and caleb were trapped for years, alone and unable to leave because of the sacrifices they made for someone else, caleb becoming an adult early to raise philip and eda beign cursed by lilith and having to drop out of school, losing most of the people she knew, getting dumped by the love of her life, and being locked in a room for years, probably because she didnt want to see her dad ever again after what she did to him) is it any wonder finding escapism in entirely different worlds consumed them. thinking about all of eda's boyfriends, all her fake identities, thinking about how evelyn was probably the first person to ever be a peer to caleb. thinking about them realizing the love they thought was good intentioned was what doomed them, the thing they threw their entire life away for had never been greatful. i think about eda watching lilith leaving for the emperors coven a lot, from her room she thinks she can never leave. i think about how far away calebs house was from anything and how much he liked animals. i think of how everything eda likes is something you can do alone, like cards she can play with her palisman, or drinking, or going to the beach no one else frequents. i think about how young caleb was, probably barely 5 years older than philip. i think about how eda's gem and caleb's stab wound are nearly the same spot.

[smokestarrules]

(their special interest is birds btw. if you even care)

[nekumiho]

dont tag my art as kin/me/id/etc, no reposting or editing w/out permission

she's trying to teach him how to swing dance and he's scared he's going to trip and fall flat on his face or Worse- fall on her and break her

[l0akkzz]

would anyone read a cyberpunk 2077 x arcane fic? if so who would u wanna see in it?

[blakbonnet]

looking at this lovely gifset makes me realise that Ed and Jackie have a history, they might even have known each other from their early days, like there's so much ease there and a bit of leg pulling, and she just fits Ed's "friend type" so fucking much. Now all I can think about is young Ed and Jackie going on a pub crawl, and holding each other's hair back as they throw up while Anne and Mary call them lightweights, and later Jackie hooks up with the murder wives 😌

[bunnyclawsllc]

Oh fuck, I haven't posted here in a while! Well, I'm not dead in case you were wondering. I spent basically all of October sick with whatever Fembit poisoned me with. Which is really unusual because I almost always heal pretty quickly from any normal poisons or sicknesses. Then around early November she offered me 1000 dollars for every week I let her spend uninterrupted in the body. No clue where she got the money, but in short I'm 5k richer (minus rent) and I have no idea what I've been doing for the last five weeks. Fun! To anyone Fembit interacted with, I'm very sorry.

Now I'll be cleaning my apartment for the next 10 hours. I have no idea how she managed to get this much blood everywhere. I can only hope it isn't human. Honestly I don't want to know.

[thestarsrealigned]

I know that in the “to touch a hummingbird” episode, Martin’s line “did you know that chocolate sauce is my favorite sugary liquid” is supposed to be in reference to hot cocoa, but i find SO MUCH MORE FUNNY to think that it implies that Martin just drinks straight chocolate sauce!

like hear me out… at some point Jimmy has to get Aviva to add a locking compartment in the fridge just to put hershey’s chocolate sauce bottles in it so Martin will stop taking them.

[ask-cota--active-soon]

(@emily-and-friends

*𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯*

This is the third time in 10 minutes that you've fallen and hurt yourself. Who taught you?

[the-lonelyshepherd]

full legal naming the ocs when they do things wrong

[bobardo]

prompt: for the dom to have the sub on all fours,  using them as a table or footstool. 

some objectification from dismissive h… that would be hawwwwt while yn whines for attention

first slumber party ask!! i've like... never thought of this before and it's rlly...🥸🥸 it’s something that’s fs!!

wc: 601

cw: smut. minors dni. 17+. d/s dynamics. allusions to high, hindering stress/anxiety. humiliation&degradation kink. objectification&dumbification kink. fingering (f recieving). spanking. mean dom!harry.

You can't say you recall exactly how you got into this position. Though, you can't recall much of anything in this moment—this position. You're grateful thought—recollection—isn't something that's expected of you here. Just your obedience.

The chipped red paint of your fingernails, much like the carpet fibers (calloused; scraping against knees and digging into palms) beneath your form—kneeling on all fours, head bowed between your straight, straining shoulders, back flat—blurs in your line of vision.

You inhale sharply—but not sharp enough to move—when the clinking of ice against glass rattles above your head. Your peek out of the corner of your eye and spot as an old fashioned glass is brought to hover over you, condensation dripping down the sides, cradled in jeweled, tattooed hand. You exhale, now, and will yourself not to shift as it slips from the glass and falls into the dip of your spine, cooling against your overheated skin.

The chatter and commentary coming from the television—a footie game, from what you can tell, which isn't much in your current state, this hazy, smog filled bardo—morphs from speech to static in your ears. You blink at the carpet, lagged.

How had you gotten here?

(was it because you'd failed to have his meal—dinner, the feast you're unchangingly responsible for each night—prepared for him upon his return, instead found in your washroom, shower running, sat under the hot spray with skin rubbed raw and fingertips pinching at your roots, nails scraping at the scalp, staring down at the water trailing toward the drain blankly, hollow—un-useful, the woman fallen to hysterics. Or was it because he saw through the surface and knew you needed him to fix the problem; couldn't do this on your own, too unstable—the girl built on broken stilts—needed his heavy hand, curled around a stone chisel, to chip it away, to cut it clean off—)

You're pulled from your thoughts—a fruitless reverie, more jumbled and confounded after trying rather than just letting—when the cool, wet press of fogged glass is felt against your flat back. Your bottom lips fits itself between the bite of your teeth, willing away any reaction—objects don't react, and you're not you right now.

It becomes increasingly difficult when the hand clasped around the liquor glass standing on your back leaves it to stand, unsteady, on its own and settles over the swell of your ass—tender to the touch, hand-printed and bruising—fingers smoothing a downward trail to your cunt, wet and dripping with neglect. A thick, ringed finger slips between your soaked petals, parting, to press itself inside.

Your throat bobs, shoulders shake, ever-so-slightly—but enough for him to notice.

You freeze when you hear his soft tut.

"Don't move, Pretty Thing," Harry mutters, eyes still tailing the footie game on the television, tone vaguely distant, infliction indifferent. He takes his finger out to pet over your aching ass, gently. It lifts, and the soothing of flesh smoothing into flesh is replaced with the lingering sting of skin colliding. The strength with which it's delivered is more bruising than those that he'd previously left behind.

You don't move, though. Nor, yelp, or stiffen. You barely breathe.

"Good," he hums, and presses two fingers inside this time. "Don't spill my drink."

Your eyelashes flutter—lids heavy, sight blotchy, spotting—eyes threatening to roll back.

You're not sure you can take much more of this. You're not sure you can keep still, stay good, for much longer.

You're not worried about it, though. Not with Harry here, with his flesh against yours; his heavy hand, fit to your purity (chipping away at the festering disease—a tumor, brain and body, to cut clean off—

problem solved).

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a/n: this was slightly liberating to write :)) anywho hope this suffices nonnie and THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE CELEBRATION/SLUMBER PARTY!1!!1 😁🥳

loosely edited/proofread!!!

[mentalmeles]

[smokestarrules]

caleb wittebane the character ever actually. he was a puritan who grew up to be a Wife Guy. he got married to a witch. he was an orphan who liked to carve, he raised his brother in a hellhole of a town and dropped everything (including that brother) to fuck off into the demon realm. his brother kills him, but he never really dies. he’s all around; he’s in the background, he’s in luz, in hunter. he’s one of the most important characters in the show and never had a single word of dialogue. he’s gone for hundreds of years by the time of the first episode, but he still lives on.