#all the fun stuff

[apnourry]

🖤🩶🖤

[dunno-rambles]

omg...... sleepy tabby-

girl had amazing 3h of uninterrupted sleep, look how well rested she looks- i know...

[steveshairychest]

Drowning In Your Love 🌊

(a steddie bang fic coming to the archive Oct 20th)

Summary:

There’s something so enticing about forbidden love, about yearning for someone that you know you can’t have.

Eddie knows he’s breaking every oath he took on the day of his knighting, but he can’t help but be drawn to the golden prince that beckons him with a sharp tooth smile. It’s forbidden to speak with the merfolk that occupy the ocean around the city but Eddie has never been very good at following the rules, especially when he’s got his hands tangled in a beautiful merman’s soft hair. 

Each day he finds himself with his toes in the sand and with his heart in the hands of Steve Harrington, the heir to the merkingdom. They meet in secret at the rockpools and the more Eddie learns about the prince, the harder it becomes to keep away. His knights oath to never take a lover gnaws at the back of his mind the first time he presses a kiss to Steve’s lips. 

Things become difficult when the Queen of the merkingdom starts to pressure Steve to take the necessary steps required of him to become King, the first being to choose a bride. But Steve doesn’t want any of the maidens that his mother forces him to meet. He wants the knight in clunky armor that brings him treasures from the human world, the knight that he shared his first kiss with under the light of the moon. 

Forbidden love is never easy. It hurts and bares its teeth just when you thought things were going well. 

Will Steve and Eddie be able to make it through unscathed?

Will Eddie’s heavy past have an affect on their already complex relationship?

Will Steve abandon his people, his duty, to be with Eddie? 

That’s for you to find out. 

~*~

Keep your eye out for the fic (by me of course :D) and for the amazing accompanying art piece by @parasite-z !

[bibannana]

Echo *munching on a meiloorun*: I wish I had a knife to cut this all up.

Fives *shrugs*: I don't see why you need a knife for it.

Echo *face scrunched*: To cut it into smaller pieces.

Fives *rolls his eyes*: Uh that's why we have teeth?? Portable mouth shredders.

Echo *bland look*: Don't you ever call teeth portable mouth shredders again.

[schizosupport]

Sorry to people in my inbox! Life caught on fire a bit, as it tends to.

I started my internship which is only 8 hours a week but it's still taking a lot out of me, and in the meantime one of my best friends is getting deported from the country and I'm fighting it nail and tooth because she's not going to survive it, so I'm kind of grabbing at every single legal straw I can find, and it's just... A lot. And given that she doesn't speak the language native to my country well enough yet I kind of have to be the one doing legal research, but it's an insane amount of pressure..

[whump-ventures]

Happy Stabmas!!!!

I’m a few days late, but I had so much fun writing this for the ides of march!

A new verse, this write features my sweet little fae and some mean human rejecting her hospitality.

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It’s crude, a long piece of wood sharpened over and over again on rough stone to make some semblance of spear. She doubts it will actually work if she’s caught, but it’s the closest thing she has to a weapon. If she manages to run far enough, fast enough, it might serve as something to protect her.

She’s waited until nightfall- the monster is typically out hunting for her own prey by then- before she tries her escape. The crickets are chirping, and in the distance she can hear the soft babble of a creek. The world is bright underneath the numerous stars. It almost seems like a mockery that such a beautiful and peaceful place has been her prison for so long.

The sound of wings, barely discernible over the other sounds of the night, is her cue. Rhian slowly begins her climb. She’s trapped deep in a stone cave, no exit except for up. The stars and the bright blue sky during the day constantly torment her. She’s spent weeks studying the jagged stone walls, learning and testing a path to climb the treacherous rock, and now it’s time to put it into action. Her spear is tied to her back, and with each pull on stone, each step up, she can taste her freedom coming closer and closer.

Finally her hands reach over the edge of the cave- feeling soft, mossy ground. She pushes off the last foothold and drags herself out of that terrible dark cave, sparing just a moment to look back down on her prison. It’s just a hole in the ground- a deep opening that drops straight down into darkness. A place she will never need to return to if she is successful tonight.

She lays on the soft ground for a moment- panting as she stares up at the night sky. She’s exhausted from the short climb, but she knows she can’t wait around too long- she has to get moving as soon as possible. A few more moments pass by, she’s nearly mesmerized by the night sky. It’s almost like it’s calling for her to stay. 

But then a cloud passes by the moon, darkening the world, and it’s enough of a reminder for her to scramble quickly to her feet.

She turns to the woods, grabbing her makeshift weapon off her back and holding it in her hands. She doesn’t know what she will find venturing into the fae wilderness, but it’s best to be prepared. Thee could be other creatures, other monsters–

The flap of wings is her only warning, followed by a soft voice that is almost lost to the wind. “Are you going somewhere?”

In her panic, she doesn’t think. Rhian turns and swings her spear towards the sound. She catches a glimpse of the fae: the red hair and delicate features, and then the sharp tip is caught easily in her taloned grip. Green eyes flicker towards her, curious almost. “It’s a noble effort-” Not her name yet- “But do you really think a measly little stick will kill me?”

Rhian can feel her heart racing, she can hear the blood roaring in her ears. “Just let me go.” Her voice hinges on desperation, tugging at her makeshift spear like she can possibly yank it out of the fae’s grasp. “Haven’t you had your fun?”

The fae tilts her head, lips curling into a smile. Her talons tighten on the stick, splintering it until it cracks down the middle. “Fun? You think I’ve kept you prisoner for fun alone?”

She lets go of her spear as it’s split to become something almost useless, and stumbles backwards, feeling the panic claw at her chest. Rhian knows that look, and it is never followed by something good. Her eyes dart towards the trees that surround them, wondering if she should simply choose a path and run. There isn’t anything else she can say or do in the presence of her cruel captor. Her only choice is to run.

“Rhian.” 

The magic washes over her so strongly that it feels like every muscle is locked in place. The fae’s voice sounds almost like a song, soft and melodious. And she can’t ignore it. “You’re not leaving this place.”

“Please stop.”

The fae tosses the sharpened end of the stick towards her. The simplest weapon of all lands at her feet, and Rhian doesn’t know why, but she’s bending down to pick it up. Some unspoken command has control over her body now, over her actions… She has her own voice but what use is that when the fae has her name?

“I don’t want you running anytime soon.” The monster takes a step closer, those green eyes boring into hers and sending a shudder down her spine. “So why don’t we make that happen, Rhian?”

She tries to battle it, her entire arm trembling as she slowly turns the sharpened end towards her thigh. Her muscles are on fire as she fights in vain to get away from the terrible voice, even though history has told her that it’s beyond impossible. “You’ll need more force than that, dear.” And her arm is bending upwards, muscles still tensioned like a bowstring, tears starting to leak from her eyes from the pain- the pain of the command, the pain of her failure, the pain of what is to come…

Her arm stabs down like a bolt of lightning, and pain erupts in her leg. Her attempted please is cut off by a ragged scream as the splintered wood stabs deep into her thigh. Her legs give out as she yanks the weapon free- Rhian isn’t sure if that was a command or done under her own power. The ground is quickly turning red around her as she clutches with two trembling hands at the ragged wound, the fiery pain leeching quickly from the sight of the wound, spreading to every inch of her body.

“Go back home, Rhian.” The voice is almost soothing now. And once more, her body is reacting, even as her cries fill the night with every movement. Every grasp of the ground to drag herself forward, towards the opening that leads to her little cave. She’s crawling, pathetically, and she can’t stop. Not when the fae has her name. “Go home, and never try this again.”

[chenziee]

Rage

Last of my pieced for the @yamabrozine! Some Momo & Yamato with a liberal sprinkle of murder and a dash of blood... or is it the other way around?

Shout out to my beta once again for their immense help and support <3

!! WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, DEATH, TORTURE, BLOOD KINK WORSHIP !!

[ Read on AO3 | Yamato zine fics ]

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I’m leaving Wano with Luffy and his friends tomorrow. I can’t believe the day is finally here! I’ve dreamt of leaving Onigashima, leaving this country, and seeing the world for so many years and now it’s finally happening!

I’m so excited but so nervous. My first real adventure… I can’t wait to see what the outside world has in store for me——————

BOOM!!

“What happened?!” 

“Where’s Momonosuke-sama?!”

Yamato looked up from his journal at the noise outside, ignoring the ugly smear his brush had made. He could hear people shouting and running all over the castle and he frowned. Did something happen to Momonosuke?

Quickly getting up from his seat, Yamato grabbed his kanabo and ran out of his room in search of some answers.

“What’s going on?!” he asked the first samurai who attempted to run past him, catching the man’s arm to stop him in his tracks. 

The samurai looked at him, his face twisted with panic. “Some remnants of the Beast Pirates attacked! We don’t know where Momonosuke-sama is!!”

At those words, Yamato’s grip on the samurai’s elbow loosened, his arm falling limply to his side as dread ran through him. If they caught the boy now, when he was exhausted after everything that happened during the battle, after he carried the whole of Onigashima to the ground, after the long post-battle celebrations…. He didn’t want to even think about it.

He didn’t want to think about it but even so, the images were flashing through his mind and the longer he stood there, the more his face twisted in anger—fury was licking at his insides, threatening to break out of his body; to burst through his skin and tear his flesh to shreds.

If anything happened to Momonosuke, there was going to be hell to pay.

—————

Yamato’s steps faltered until he froze completely at the entrance to the dimly lit Oden Shrine.

His vision went black as he stared at the body on the ground—unmoving. The face was hard to see in the shadows cast by the flickering light of the lanterns… but Yamato would recognise those deceivingly mature features anywhere.

There were several Beast Pirates surrounding Momonosuke’s adult body, breathing heavily with weapons in hands.

There was the scent of blood in the air.

A scent which was calling to the deepest parts of Yamato’s soul, the parts that had long become one with his devil fruit. The parts that were making him thirsty.

Yamato closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He savoured the smell, let it swirl in his lungs and kindle the fire of anger burning brightly in his chest.

He exhaled slowly.

And his eyes snapped open.

Before he so much as moved, two of the Beast Pirates dropped to the ground, unconscious. Unable to stand up to his Supreme King haki. Pathetic. They wouldn’t even be worth fighting but they had touched what they shouldn’t have—whom they shouldn’t have. Tainted him, broke him right in front of Yamato’s eyes.

It didn’t matter if Momonosuke ended up being alright.

It didn’t matter if they didn’t hurt him past knocking him out.

None of it mattered.

Yamato wasn’t letting them walk out of there.

Another growl echoed around the shrine; this time louder, more menacing… but Yamato’s ears could barely make it out. It was his voice but it seemed foreign, coming from so far away… and he didn’t care. He only cared about the way his arms grew, the bones cracking and breaking before mending again and again, moving just below his skin; making the flesh rise and fall while the bones underneath grew larger, longer, stronger.

Yamato barely noticed the pain of the transformation; he ignored the rapidly healing fractures, the prickling of his skin as fur grew out, the ache from his teeth shifting and becoming sharper.

He could smell the blood even clearer now. It was making his mouth water.

His kanabo slipped out of his hand… and he let it fall. The heavy clang that resounded around the room when it hit the floor was the only cue he needed; he shot forward, towards the group of pirates frozen in fear at the sight of Yamato’s hybrid form.

It was so funny.

Did they really think they could get away with harming the Shogun of Wano? Did they really think they could do it quietly and then leave before anyone was the wiser, before anyone learned anything about it? Hilarious.

They should have known.

They should have known that Yamato would find them.

“Young master, wait!!” one of them cried.

Hah. Yamato’s lips curled into a sneer. How nice of this guy to volunteer.

Immediately, Yamato changed his course, leaping at the man who had spoken. Calling him his ‘young master’. As if Yamato had ever cared about that title, or any of his father’s men. He was glad to have this opportunity. Maybe he should thank them for their stupidity.

Yamato’s mouth fell open, exposing his razor sharp teeth. Teeth that were itching; tingling, aching, begging to sink into something. To sate this hunger, this thirst.

He didn’t fight the craving.

The man stumbled back at the impact, crashing to the ground under the weight of Yamato’s body but Yamato didn’t stop. The second his teeth closed around the poor bastard’s throat—

He bit down.

Thick, bitter liquid poured into his mouth at the same time as screams filled his ears. Delicious. Yamato gulped down the blood, savouring the rich taste on his tongue; he let the terrified voices envelop him like a sweet accompaniment to his feast.

The perfect setting.

He bit down harder, the body in his grasp going limp as consciousness slowly left his body. How weak Kaido’s men were. It didn’t even take two seconds. Oh, well.

Not easing his bite, Yamato put one of his beastly hands on the bastard’s face and pulled back—ripping his throat out.

Closing his eyes, he took a moment to relish in the feeling; in the warm, warm blood sliding down his throat, in the screams quieting down to pathetic whimpers. A music to his ears.

Only when a soft thump interrupted the beautiful, bloodcurdling melody did he crack his eyes open again. Slowly, his gaze slid towards the rest of the group of attackers, impassively looking at them one by one, his stare cold.

Finally spitting out the flesh between his teeth, Yamato slowly licked his mouth, his canine tongue reaching all the way up to his cheek. He could taste blood on his fur; warm, tasty, red blood.

He wondered what he looked like now. His fur stained with crimson, haki radiating off of him, freezing fury in his eyes. When he exhaled, he could see his breath; he was sure his horns were covered in frost by then too. 

Did he look like a demon right now?

Did he finally fit the ‘Ogre Princess’ title?

He hoped so.

He hoped they were shaking in fear at the very sight of him, regretting ever daring to even think about touching Momonosuke.

Who was going to be next? The first one had died too quickly; it was no fun. Yamato was going to take his time with the rest of them. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into their flesh, to shred their skin with his claws. Was it possible to scrape the meat off of a bone, tendon by tendon, fibre by fibre, vein by vein… while the person was conscious?

He was going to find out. 

“Which bones do you think the dogs in Okobore Town like best?” Yamato asked, the humidity in the air turning into ice crystals under his breath.

None of them answered his question. 

Not that Yamato cared; he was going to take one bone out of each of them and ask the dogs himself. But first…

“No running away, you boring maggots.” Yamato’s voice echoed around the shine, a deep rumble that promised nothing but pain.

THe maggots in question stopped their scrambling as tears glistened in their eyes, pathetic whimpers on their lips. Three were sitting on the ground after their legs had given out, two were still standing, all five trembling as they stared back at Yamato, frozen.

…funny thought, that one.

Yamato bared his teeth, a canine smile with no warmth or amusement. He took a deep breath, holding the air in his lungs for a moment before letting it go, freezing the ground of the entire shrine—except the area where Momonosuke was lying, unconscious—effectively keeping the poor bastards in place.

A dark smirk pulled on Yamato’s lips as they started shouting, screaming, panicking, tugging at their legs to try and get free of the thick layer of ice. As if they could.

As if Yamato would let them.

After all, there was nowhere to run without legs, right?

Yamato leaped forward, appearing right next to the closest pirate. Without hesitation, he pulled his arm back… then thrust down.

For a moment, there was silence; silence that was only interrupted by the cracking of ice—chipping, breaking, shattering. More and more, into tiny little pieces; glittering beautifully like fairy dust.

Red, deep red fairy dust.

And then, a scream tore through the shrine.

“My leg!! My leg’s fucking gone!!”

“Save me, please!!”

“I’m sorry, young master! Forgive me!!”

Ignoring the disgraceful crying, Yamato carefully studied the larger ice crystals on the floor. What a beautiful colour they were, like rubies or strawberry hard candy. He wondered; did it taste as delicious as it looked? Would it be as refreshing as a slice of watermelon on a hot summer day, the ice melting on his tongue while leaving behind chilly liquid? Or would it still be rich and smooth? Only one way to find out.

Yamato licked his mouth slowly. He reached out with his long arm, carefully picking up one of the fragments—then let his jaws fall open. Gently, almost gingerly, he placed the ice on his tongue, closing his eyes.

For a moment, he tasted nothing. The cold was numbing his tongue, making a shiver run down his spine. But after a moment, the heat of his mouth started chipping at the ice; bit by bit, drop by drop, atom by atom, it melted on his tongue, bursting with flavour.

Metallic, powerful flavour; smooth and deliciously chilly with pieces of meat like the pulp in freshly squeezed orange juice, and Yamato didn’t fíght the satisfied moan rumbling in his chest. It was better than he had imagined. He eagerly let it melt more and more, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of meat and blood.

He could smell it all around him now, the aroma that made his mouth water even more while he sucked on the frozen treat, letting it roll on his long tongue, savouring it. He tried to gulp down the liquid quickly gathering inside his mouth but some of it dribbled down from the corner of his lips, running down to his chin; a delicious contrast between his pristine white fur and the deep red trail sparkling in the flickering light.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yamato looked at the pirates lazily, one terrified face to the other. They looked so pathetic and Yamato almost felt bad about the slow, hungry smirk that pulled on his lips at the sight.

He wanted to tear them to shreds, to pieces so tiny no one would be able to tell they used to be human at some point—hearts crushed, eyes clawed out, throats bitten apart, vocal cords ripped out, wrists chewed through, legs shattered. 

Blood licked up, sating Yamato’s thirst.

Six lives snuffed out—by now, for no reason other than Yamato’s own amusement.

Was it wrong? Maybe.

Would Momonosuke hate him if he saw him like this? Definitely.

Did he care right then?

No.

These men’s lives were forfeit the moment they set foot in this sacred shrine of Oden. Whatever game Yamato played—it didn’t make a difference.

Momonosuke was still on the ground, his breathing shallow.

They had to pay for that.

Yamato took a step forward, his grin growing even more vicious. 

Who should he break next?

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[14raweggs]

I hope the reki langa miya section of the ova is just the 3 of them going "well I never did these stereotypical teenage friend things from movies" & then just going through like a kid bucket list

[msbarrows]

Tags from ltleflrt:

#culture shock #y'know #i don't think a big bottle of ibuprofen is weird #until a doctor is like #lemme prescribe you some 800mg ibuprofen #and i'm like why bother #i can just pop 4 over the counter pills #so i guess i can see why it's somewhat controlled elsewhere #big doses require a prescription in the usa #it's just dumb since we can buy low dose in any store #and just swallow a few more pills 

Uh... pop four pills? Don’t you guys also have the bottles of extra strength pills available over-the-counter like we do up here in Canada?

*Holds up and lightly shakes her bottle of 144 tablets of Extra Strength 400mg Ibuprofen*

*Thinks a second then holds up other hand and lightly shakes her bottle of 150 tablets of Extra Strength 500mg Acetaminophen too*

(Great thing about having both is that they apparently have sufficiently different side effects that if one medication isn’t cutting it, you can take one of the other as well without having to worry that you’re taking too much in too short a time, as long as you respect the dosage limits of each.)

wait americans can just. buy massive bottles of ibuprofen what the fuck

[apnourry]

went to get a latte, returned without a latte

[dunno-rambles]

(About warrior nun twitter stuff, feel free to ignore)

Not gonna lie, I did actually find flooding Kelly Clarkson’s twitter and all that just really dumb tbh because the woman (and all the show’s staff) just cannot do anything about it... pls wtf. It got to a point of being genuinely just annoying. 

“Ohhh but we’re fighting our holy war!” (actual comment on an article about it) do you hear yourself at this point I- It’s just not how things work

[sweetheartshipping]

guys pt 2 electric boogaloo

[angelofdumpsterfires]

how i feel about all the changes in s3

[084392]

had never heard of "mlp infection aus" until this month and ngl i still dont know what they are but. it made me want to draw some of them getting taken over by their cutie marks or something......

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character