#GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HEAD

[realmsturkishdelight]

i love how people on my fyp fights over who likes percy more

[yeyinde]

Father John Price has been acting strange lately.

It started as little things most wouldn't notice—an odd slur to his words, far rougher than what you were used to hearing. A sway to his gait when he walked as if he was unfamiliar with the layout to the monastery. Gaps in his memory when pried for pieces of information that he should have known better than anyone else within the walls of the old building. Little slips. Missteps.

Nothing to worry about.

Not at first, anyway.

Not until it bleeds out, grows. Turns into touches. A searing, angry gaze drilling into your head whenever you look away from him. Ire lashing over each word he growls out in the alcoves he corners you inside, the guise of polite conversation falling to pieces when he slips his foot between yours, prying your thighs apart to stand between them. Towering over you as he rasps out commands for you to tell him about how you spent the evening prior on your knees—

Praying, you whisper feverishly, feeling the deep indents of the rosary beads imbedded into your fingers.

But that never seems to matter much to him. Not when the prayer is always an afterthought, and he makes noises like a wounded animal when you breathe out how long you stayed like that, and how—unable to resist temptation after gripping the rosary for long—you had to slide your cold fingers under your robes, numb, shaking hands seeking the blistering heat between your thighs.

("not close enough to tempt the devil," you mutter, shamefaced, heart lurching when the noise he makes in the back of the throat sounds like a misfiring gun. "But—" he drops his head to the wall, heaving. Eyes burning into your temple as you stare at the crooked tilt of his collar, unable to meet his gaze. Scared of what you might find. "But close enough that I had to—to pray again—")

And as the distant, unflappable mask of a seemingly incorruptible man begins to crack, breaking apart to unveil a yawning chasm, you find yourself trapped in confessional box with him after dark, quickly realising that the man you devoted your life to has fallen into that crater.

And something else has taken his place.

[milky-rot]

...just make something up

[petrichal]

had to pause crying my eyes out at Doflamingo's appearance. why's he serving cunt at the pirate king's execution

[glitchedcosmos]

Lick up your poison , gimmie your poison

[mblue-art]

hhappy pocky day 11/11!! here's some self-indulgence ft oreo man///

[gotta-draw-em-all-daily]

Day one thousand 1000 Gholdengo

[meerkatzthings]

no like why’d he have to get real like that what the hell 😞😞

[iml3go]

THE VOICES

[gifti3]

sometimes i kinda forget about the yandere aspect of ray and then ill remember he killed blaze cause he flirted too hard at the mc

[synthaphone]

Finished the Royal Centibytes, in both pre- and post-conversion flavors!

I thought court jesters would be a fun change of pace from king/queen or prince/princess- there's a precedent for royals to occasionally be things like heralds and war(?)horses, and I wanted to make a royalgirl who isn't a princess, noblewoman, or queen. I got to learn a little about some historical female court jesters while looking for references, which was cool!

I agonized for a while over whether I should put eyelashes on the one that I arbitrarily assigned 'Royalgirl', but ended up deciding that they look cute.

[milliondollarhoe]

Ykw pisses me off? When canon shippers think they can shame people for shipping whateva the fuck they want. Like get your head out of your ass you boring ass raccoon.

You don't need to shame or put any other ship down in the name of a) "it's weird" b) "it's not canon! It will never be!" c) "this is some white propaganda bigotry blah blah blah"

Who tf are you to call a ship weird? You're the weird one trying to make these judgments about fictional characters. THEY ARE FICTIONAL for godsake. And people who don't ship canon pairs KNOW that they're pair isn't canon, so sit the fuck down. Stop politicizing fiction, please like literally stop not every thing has to be politics let people have fun with what they want and let people ship whatever pair that they want to ship without being called a racist or a bigot.

I am writing this post because I recently saw a take on Twitter where someone was saying that shipping Pen with other btons is some bigotry. I get that it was directed towards people who hate woc BUT WHY DOES EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE POLITICS. LIKE AS A WOC MYSELF, MY FIRST THOUGHT IS NOT "oh they fucking hate woc cus they hate xyz" When someone dislikes a woc character. Like please touch some grass and get help.

[someweirdoreblogger]

Thinking about writing Human!Reader whom isekai'd to Earthbread but maintained their incredible size.

Just thinking about The Anicents and Beasts reactions. It'd be an interesting situation for the parties included.

[macksartblock]

by luck of the draw

(clear view of cards below)

shout out to @zil-street for designating tarot cards so i didn't need to LOL

[cobra-wives]

"leaks" "ugh hoohooey bleepo suffering for the 458353957938th time :((" "LEAKS LEAKS LEAKS" "oh my gooosh here's bloobie toopso fight one billionth um here's why snurble solos and will dominate" "wow hoping that meepie teepie doesnt like die or whateverLOL" "guys wurplemurple is a better ship than meepsiclepoopsies because blablablah" "kinda dgaf about snurble's character. can i see more of wurplemurple" "guys did you see the leak where pleepo kills woomble and-" DO YOU GUYS EVEN ENJOY THIS FUCKING SHOW I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS ARE SO. FUCKING. BORING!!!!!!!!!

[telesodalite]

...what if Krok still does those lil excited or affectionate head taps they do in sports...

Like, he goes full on headbutt because they just survived something really dangerous and stupid and the adrenaline is still going and next thing one of the others knows is that he's grabbing their collar and clacking their helms together with a breathy sorta "holy shit we're ok!?" kinda laughter

Or other times, when things are going rough, or they're about to jump into the thick of it, or someone's on the verge of panicking, he's instinctively reaching for their helm and pulling them close with a gentle but firm tap, reassuring words, and one hell of a "we probably got this" pat on the shoulder