#a bit too much

[maiko-coy]

Since we got The boys TM-

May we have the girls?

The girly pops <3

[thepigeonsfanart]

I like to headcanon Grantaire as a terrible art student, like.

He's not one of the bests of his class, he's mediocre. The guy skips painting classes just because he's too lazy to wash the brushes later. Cannot follow his professors instructions, doesnt even try. Has failed the same class three times. Stabbed his own hand once in sculpture class. Do not ask him about homework, he didn't do it. He's friends with the live models because they, too, have beef with half the accademy professors. And yes he has cried at the cafeteria because he felt he wasn't good enough to be there more than once. Alone. Pathetic.

[emokylegallner]

this movie is just kyle making the most miserable sad faces for 100 minutes

[vampiricnature]

Victor Doe Valentine x Wiggog Wiggly Y'wrath Nation

[loppujenlopuks]

nice…

[tdutb]

guess i was having too much fun with randomized colour palettes and

got a bit carried away

[justplainwhump]

Processed (pt 1)

Dany is entered into WRU preprocessing.

Part 4 of Angel's abduction arc. [1][2][3]

800 words

[Making Angel]

Content / warnings: BBU, institutionalized whump, facility whump, implied future noncon, noncon nudity, noncon kissing, abduction.

"Patrick," somebody called, their voice oddly distorted by the echo in the small garage. "What's taking you so long? Stop deviating from protocol."

The hands roaming Dany's body paused for a moment, one on her ass, the other pressing down on her throat. She didn't open her eyes. Refused to give in to reality.

She could rationalize being naked, getting kissed, being tied up even - however the handcuffs at her bed at home never cut into her as painfully deep as these zip ties did.

She wouldn't be able to make sense of the rest. The car, the garage, the face of the stranger claiming her.

Please, she thought. Please, go away, please shut up, please leave me alone, please take this messed up reality with you.

They didn't leave her alone though. "Such killjoys," her captor - Patrick, no, her captor, she'd never wanted to learn his name, it just made it more real - murmured into her hair. "Guess I should've taken you up on that offer after all."

Dany swallowed back bitter tears. She'd tried, at least, she told herself. Tried, and failed.

"But well then," Patrick went on, his arms wrapping around her as he lifted her out of the trunk. "Let's get you processed, princess, before the real fun begins."

Dany Hammond wasn't a princess. She wasn't a sweetheart, a babygirl, a darling, or a fucking angel. She'd stood up to many men, who tried to elevate themselves by belittling her. She'd won, always, the small battles, and the bigger ones as well.

Dany was successful, bright, charismatic, influential, she'd held power.

At least she'd thought she did.

It had taken so little, to strip her off it - these men had done it almost as easily as they'd stripped her off that white summer dress.

"Open your eyes, Ms Hammond," the other voice said, closer now, his voice clearer, almost sanitized. A gloved hand was around her chin, tilting her face to the side.

Dany blinked her eyes open. The new man was shorter than her, thin, with a frown on his face and dark eyes. He didn't wear a uniform, as she'd expected, nor combat gear as her captors had; just a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans. "Whose blood is that?," he asked, dispassionately. "I hope it's not all hers." His fingers ran over the gash on her forehead, where Patrick had slammed her head against the trunk. She hissed in pain. The stranger clicked his tongue and glanced up at Patrick. "No damage on the merchandise," he said. "That was part of the deal. If that leaves a scar, I'll deduce it from your compensation." He grimaced, as he looked her down further, reached back to his belt.

His hand came back with a box cutter.

"No!" Dany flinched against Patrick's firm hold.

The stranger rolled his eyes, and with a flash of the knife, the zip ties around her ankles fell off.

"Hold still," he ordered flatly, and she did, as those around her wrists followed. "We don't use these here. Horrible effects on body parts." Another grimace, as his gloved hands reached for her fingers. He let go, when she jerked her hand back. "Yeah. Cold as ice. Can you stand on your feet?"

On cue, Patrick settled her down, his arms still wrapped around her naked body. His breath was too quick, too intimate, too hot in her neck, his hand too greedy on her breast, his body pressed too close to her naked skin. And yet, when her legs buckled under her, she was disgustingly grateful for his hold. She couldn't feel her feet from her ankles down, just an odd stress to her legs as she connected to the floor.

Just some dozen meters away, a stream of sunlight fell into the garage where the entrance ramp was. She was an athlete. Stronger than she looked. Fast, too.

Unbound.

Yet she couldn't even move a foot.

A desperate sob escaped her throat.

The other man huffed. "As expected. Well then, Patrick, you know where the showers are. I want her all clean for the intake documentation. Get that blood out of her hair. No make up, either. Client will want to see her all natural."

Dany's breath hitched. "Client," she whispered. "What the fuck. Who? Who's behind this? Why?"

The man raised an eyebrow and looked her down again. "We don't disclose information about our buyers, Ms Hammond. But since you asked; I assume it's obvious that this was a targeted operation. The client ordered you, specifically. And the why is extremely simple. It usually is." He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's because they want to fuck you, Ms Hammond. And because our company can make sure that you'll never say no to that."

As Patrick picked her up again, close against his chest, carried her towards the doors into the facility, Dany's gaze focused on the single, hazy stream of sunlight falling down the entrance ramp.

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[sandyy-boo]

[allpathsleadtosuffering]

End of poll day!

Next one will be sometime. . .uh next month

You'll get the results next week

[artemia48933]

pet pet pet

[hexesandroses]

i've been writing a dottolone oneshot for almost two months now and i can feel my brain rotting little by little. they are so annoying. to make matters worse, the entire thing is written from dottore's pov and by god he's insufferable. i wouldnt wish being inside his head upon my worst enemies

[glxybld-mustdie]

Salutations

A song that always makes me cry

I don’t really cry but it makes me extremely sad, same thing

When I first started listening I used to cry every time I listened to cancer (obviously), now its just kinda depressing

[sspadfoot]

Nothing hurts more than realising your brother would choose his friends over you

[happilychee]

ice devil slayer gray is the best thing to happen to fairy tail actually

[kyoism-23]

Why am I tired? Well let me introduce you to the little game ‘the tiredness roulette!’

Is it sleep deprivation? Is it stress? Is it me on the verge of fucking mental and physical collapse? Who knows that’s the fun of it 💃