#What is orginal

[obsob]

a redraw of an oldey!! :3

[velvetti]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[dead-body-in-the-basement]

Deduction

[bunnyspine]

( ´△｀)☆

hellooooo

made another mha character!! Her quirk is short teleportation (hm well might need a better name), allowing her to teleport rapidly in a short radius, multiple times a second!

Despite her energetic and fast quirk, she's pretty sleepy and tends to forget half her gear.

[ickyguts]

couple ah sillies for the soul

[icarusredwings]

*Whispers* grab your tissues.

Thinking about Logan having a dream that his and Wade's entire relationship is a rerun of his and Kayla's, except the difference is that Wade had no one to save and instead is Victors instead There logan is. Collared and caged. He's watching as this happens AGAIN in THIS timeline, too, except.. it hurts more now because Wade doesn't have powers like Kayla. She used her powers to trick him. What wade gave him was real. At least... he thought so.. He genuienly thought that he loved him...

Logan then wakes up screaming, stabs Wade a couple times, growling, upset at him for making him think he's loveable only for his stabs to start to slow, he quietly sobs, collapsing into his bloodied chest. His shoulders shake as he cries.

Wade is trying to say something, but he can't understand him, heaving too heavily and panicking far beyond breaking point. The dream was just too real. He can't catch his breath. He can't stop snarling, his claws so deep into him that hes half way through the matress too.

It's only when Wade holds his cheek in his hand, petting his head, whispering sweet noises at him the way one would try to calm a spooked horse.

"Shhh.. shh..tchtch... hey.." he makes kissy noises, his hands moving slow and steady, the warmth of his small smile catching his eyes.

"Hey... you're alright.. shhh, you're alright. I got you... You're okay." He whispers to him, slowly pulling his head to litsen to his heart beat.

The rhythm is dull, shallow, but it seems his body is regenerating quickly enough to bring it back to proper levels. The noise regualtes him enough to start blubbering about his dream. How he left him and that all of this was a lie. He's so scared of losing him but also so angry at him for betraying him. And with his own brother??

"Yeaahh.. I thought those stabs felt personal." He mumbles, chuckling a bit only to kiss his forehead. "Does it look like im going anywhere, Peanut?"

Logan swallows, looking at how he was being held and how he was physically pinned to the bed. "..I won't let you." He mutters.

"And that's the hottest thing anyones ever said to me... Now please get your hand out of my liver... I only got one of those."

"Sorry.." as he retracts the claws and shifts to lay on Wade more with his full body, Wade happily and graciously accepts his 400 pound weighted blanket of a boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and muffling praise. "Awww my big boy. Your wicked stupid if you think id give this up, Wolvie. Ever." He says, starting to rub his back and runs his fingers through his curls.

"Hey.. I love you, Logan."

His grip on him tightens. "...Love you too.."

"Forever?"

"As long as you'll let me, bub.."

"Awww. We gotta get that on a shirt-"

"Shut up-"

[poppyflavour]

*chanting* BLUE! BLUE! BLUE! BLUE!

Blue! :P

[hoagiesnadwich]

garden

[thatneoncrisis]

about the kind-of-sort-of accidental racism in the books: it is so goddamn unfortunate that of the only two middle eastern main characters, one of them exploded and the other burst into flames. plus they’re from a planet where everyone is everyone else’s cousin. tazmuir did a good thing including so many poc in her books but oh my god these things take about 3 seconds to think about

tamsyn has this. really puzzling approach to race. i understand why everyone is kiwi its like crucial to whats going on in the story and johns mindset. and then she goes out of her way to specify everyones exact race in her description post. and its not that this isnt helpful for visualization but its like. this is a society 10000 years in the future. race as its conceived of now wouldnt fucking exist.

how is isaac still chinese after that much time. how are people reproducing with this exact kind of division that allows her to discern that this person is tongan but this person is mixed maori, as if they arent all mixed. it feels so specific that it would be relevant, but it literally just isnt. theyre jsut how she saw the characters, which is one things but they cant. literally be those things anymore. she doesnt find race really relevant to most of her characters which kind of leads to shit that doesnt make sense or is in poor taste. if the houses were divided racially over time and they happened to resemble x group for taz to call them that then cool, that could have interesting implications for how isolated they are. but abigail is white and magnus isnt. isaac is nz chinese and jeannemary isnt. dulcinea is white and pro isnt. i always think about it

[khaoray]

Why are you here? I told you I’d come. I’m keeping my promise.

[backpackingspace]

Okay so I've been thinking about @nonbinarylocalcryptid Astyanax lived/daddy odysseus au. Which is some good shit in general. Yall should check it out. But specifically I'm think about what it would be like for this child to grow up on calypso's island. He would have been what ? 3-10 there??

[ringaroundtheroses]

AND now pt3 of the empires fashion swap project i am doing, cod empire fashion inspired by literally nothing, cod empire didnt feel like a very fashionable empire to me lol function over fashion for them imo

[velvetti]

Sea of lust

Warning: Non-con, Kidnapping, Beastiality, Tentacles, Stimulation of both holes at once, NFST, Cream pie, Overstimulation, Not proofread

The ocean is a rather unfamiliar thing to humans. The ocean is everywhere, it covers the entire Earth yet nobody has managed to figure out what's under the first layer of the sea and come back in one piece without any special equipments, or come back in general.

You are one of the unfortunate folks to wander too far away from shore while diving. You didn't notice it at first as the water only turned to a colder shade and there were less living things around you, there wasn't any coral, there was just cold deep water, sand and seaweed. You dives deeper, wanting to find out if there's any other thing in the bottom of the ocean.

You brush your hand against the sand floor, picking up a single shell that you managed to find but there isn't anything special about it, it doesn't look like any kind of shell you had seen during all his diving journeys before. You dives forward while looking around, trying to find any other thing.

Luckily, or unluckily, you had noticed a living being after diving for so long. The creature wasn't anything you had seen before, it looks like some kind of weird mutant octopus with multiple tentacles. It's heading your way.

As any normal person would do, you try to get out of the ocean immediately, trying to dive back to shore and get away from the creature before it could get to you. The creature reaches its tentacles out to wrap around your body effortlessly, pulling you in closer and... Submerging you inside it? The creature isn't eating you, it's trapping you in its body like some kind of capsule.

You look around the insides of the creature after it has submerged you inside it. It's pitch black in here due to how dark it is, you reach to find your diving flash light and turn it on, just to be greeted with the sight of many small tentacles that are reaching out towards you. Two tentacles wrap around your knees to hold your legs open, another tentacle going to wrap both of your hands together, holding it behind your back.

You try to scream for help, of course nobody is gonna hear you, you're under the sea, silly. He'll take really good care of you.

Another tentacle starts to rip your tight diving suit into small pieces, revealing your entire torso and lower body. A tentacle goes over to rub against your crotch, it's sloppy feeling against your hole sends a chill down your spine. Another going over to shove its way into your mouth to muffle your pathetic noises, playing with your tongue. Two of them move to play with your chest, moving against your nipples and pinching them even when they start to hurt.

When the creature thinks that you're loose enough, it shoves a tentacle inside of you without any warning, causing you to feel a weird tingle in your stomach. The tentacles don't leave you a moment to think however, they start to move in and out of both your holes, their sloppiness makes the experience enjoyable and surprisingly pleasant. You can believe you're saying this, but you low-key like this.

The tentacles gradually increase its speed, one going over to pull your hair back to give the other tentacle more access to your throat, making your back arch. The two tentacles hold your leg open wider as another tentacle enters your hole, shoving it inside despite the previous tentacle, causing you to cum and tightening around all the tentacles.

The tentacles down there move in a mind breaking speed, it feels so good to be filled up like this. While one pushes against your sensitive spot, the other pulls out just to pound against that same spot while the other moves out, just to repeat the process over and over again. The tentacle in your mouth felt as if it was making out with you, making your brain melt as the salty taste fills your mouth. A few tentacles that aren't stimulating you are kissing your skins, leaving circle marks behind like some kind of hickeys.

The tentacles milked you dry, tormenting you even when you're extremely overly stimulated, even when your liquids had soaked the tentacles and when you're sobbing from all the pleasure. Finally you feel warm spurts deep inside your stomach and your mouth, loads of it as the tentacles pounds into you many more times before finally pulling out of your body, the tentacles are still holding your legs open and keep your wrists together. You look down with droopy eyes to see loads of semen dripping out of your hole, tears fall down from your eyes down onto your stomach. You close your eyes and fall asleep as one of the tentacles goes over to pet your head and ruffle your hair, presumably as a gift for doing a good job.

By the time you woke up, you were naked in a deep cave, the creature sleeping and a bowl full of ripe fruits next to you. As you pick up and take a bite out of an apple, you begin to think about what just happened. The creature looked surprisingly docile and adorable like this, as if it didn't just fuck you into overstimulation earlier. Maybe this isn't so bad...

[a-cat-in-toffee]

the giggler. post belltech smokescreen

[dandelion-blues]

To Percy, Sally Jackson’s son.

Why do you stay with her?

When your bloody and bruised

When her pride almost gets you killed

Loyalty truly is a fatal flaw

Why do you smile?

Her lips are stained red

Her heart always beats for another

And you can never compare

Why do you let her use you?

Your achievements are hers

Your dreams useless to hers

Normality killed by the world she insists on making

Why do you let her mock you?

“Seaweed brain, all your plans are useless”

“Coward, admit your feelings for me before your reaped”

“It’s our ‘guy secret’ remember brain boy”

Why do you let her hurt you?

You’re stupid, a kick to the shins

Stop speaking, an elbow to the ribs

Don’t leave, a judo-flip where your mortal spot from Achilles’ curse once was

Will you die for her?

Worse, you’ll fall into Tartarus for her

Protecting her while she keeps you on your toes

Only to have to suffer and suppress yourself

How can others stand this?

Easy, you are a monster that needs to be restrained

So you try to kill yourself in poison she made you promise not to control

And Loyalty never knows abuse when it is absolute

To clarify, it’s Riordan’s Annabeth I don’t like, and when writing her, it will be as a friend, and her more extreme behavior is changed or addressed. Though, Percy is always my focus anyways. 😊

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[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Entered a local town museum's photography contest, didn't even get honorable mention. :/ really bummed. But, didn't expect much considering it's probably family voting for family. Ya know, small town nepotism at it's finest.

Here's what I entered, these are older photos from vacations but I always really liked each one for various reasons.