#and loud and vile

[tswwwit]

One of the neat things about demon flirting versus human flirting is the opportunity for jealousy. Weird jealousy.

Bill complains to Dipper about a lot of things. How his day was going. About any plans that were foiled, if any. How dumb other beings are. But if, say, Bill started going on about this one real pest he's had hanging around lately, and how they're so irritating and getting in his way...

It is said that husbands gain a sixth sense upon becoming married. In Bill's case, it was actually his thirteenth - but when he notices Dipper’s gone oddly quiet, he hears the alarm bells ringing.

Oh, so this person, huh. Really irritating, Bill says. A thorn in his side, maybe? How annoying, exactly? Now Bill’s sweating as Dipper’s own annoyance rises. What, are they, like a new *nemesis* or something?

Now Bill’s on damage control duty as he reassures Dipper - entirely truthfully! - that he’s soooo infuriating and definitely the Worst Thing that's ever happened to him.

[byjovewhataspend]

Kacchan Bias

the left wouldnt be REMOTELY interesting to me if it werent for the right

[lukosei]

Excuse me while I go cry again

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

LISTEN! Don't judge me, okay! You guys don't understand i got it so bad for Vile!

This is straight out of my friend Rae's fic

DON'T CLICK IF YOU'RE BABY! GTFO MY BLOG! 🔞🔞🔞🍆💦 UNHINGED CONTENT AHEAD! The fic: Drama at HQ

[crazylittlejester]

people are getting way to comfortable on the fucking internet good fucking lord i might actually delete tiktok this time

[twilightarcade]

if I was a character I would've gotten non binary headcannoned so hard

[starryjkoo]

Some ARMYs seriously need to touch grass because their ability to make every situation so much worse because they're chronically online and incredibly reactive is genuinely astounding.

[chemiosmotic]

these new temu ads with the autoplaying sound are making tumblr practically unusable

[livingcuttingboard]

I am what these small minds and broke backs and tough hands

Fear

I am the whisper amongst the village crowds,

I am the intrusion in the peacefulness of a cemetery,

I am the black rot that rips away the innocent,

I am the stagnant water, which ranks of poison,

I am the child stealer,the oath breaker,the demon maker,the pariah, the sinner, the whore, the unholy,

Your God has hurt me so,

Your God has named me so.Your God has made me so.

Yet you came,a halo on your head, stagmatas tainting your hands, an echo of pituful prayers spoken to the lonesome walls of a shroud to your voice,

And your God seemed merciful.Oh, so loving and kind and grand and so owned and so cherished.

And you have led me,

You, like your shepherd, have walked a path I could help but try and follow.

I trudged,I walked,I stayed and listened and cried in the rhythm of a song that was not venom but golden and sweet.

Like you,Golden and sweet, honey-like

I am not honey,I am not sweet and golden and loving.

I am what your God used to be.

Perhaps he did make me in his image,

Perahps he made you in his image too,

But he is an old thing of skies.And he is grand,

And he is loving,

And he is venom,

You are the sweetness of him,

You are the gold of him,

Scraped off his skin, you are the goodness of him,

I am what was left,

I am the hate of his bone.

I am the rage of his flesh,

I am the burning of his blood,

And I am salt, and your a honey,

Those are not flavors to be mixed,

They are to stay away, as tradition tells me,

Tradtion is what you worship,

Tradtion is what I abhor,

For if not for it, we would have been

A whirlwind of taste,

Intertwined and strong,

I have always been weak in mind.

You have always been weak in flesh.

 

We could have been strong, my honey

Only tradtion forbade us  

[volfoss]

like i genuinely cannot believe thegall that she has quinn saying that oh they loved being servants... really??

[ID: Text reading:

"“I let them go into the front parlor together, and then I went into the kitchen for lunch, where Jasmine was just telling Big Ramona that they were rich. I hated to break up their happiness with my glum looks and I blamed it all on hunger. Besides, Jasmine had always been rich and so was Big Ramona. They just never wanted to leave Blackwood Manor, everybody knew."/end ID]

[bunnihearted]

if i won't get some peace and quiet soon i just might turn into a mass murderer

[maxellminidisc]

I hate people's like idk inherit disgust and mistrust of people with fetishes, especially pretty harmless ones rooted in partiallism, like say feet or armpits. Like as long as someone is respectful of your boundaries of not wanting to participate in their fetish and they're not being a pushy manipulative creep about it, the least you can do is spare them the cruel and unneeded humiliation, especially as a partner when someone is willing to open up about it during discussion on intimacy. Like idk sometimes it's sad seeing people just go "Ha! Point and laugh at the person into a body part that's not socially sexualized!"

[i-am-ki11ing-time]

soooo.... how much longer am I supposed to keep going?

[epitomees]

Who altered her voice to say something as dirty as this!? 

[mareenavee]

Uphold the Light

Phew! Okay @kookaburra1701 here is Mara looking after her champion, Ennis. (: Against...what? I wonder... >:}

HUGE SHOUTOUT to @gilgamish for the beta and the HYPE!!! Ah I loved writing this one!

Tagging @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @thana-topsy, @changelingsandothernonsense, @dirty-bosmer and @throughtrialbyfire for the weird god voice fic things <3

Without further ado:

Uphold the Light

You have stood tall in fields rife with crops all your life, and I have kept close by, though you cannot see me. You call yourself Ennis of Rorikstead, but I have always carried your true name in my hands—a knotted rope of a thing, complicated in its simplicity, the sound of it music to the soil beneath your feet. You do not know it like I do. Each seedling that sprouts and reaches toward the sun holds the syllables; each harvest becomes another title.

You are, however, aware of a certain darkness. The kind that creeps in shadows sent flying from the setting sun, rays hidden behind mountains and buildings. This is the same shade which has pulled my hands from yours, and continues to keep us separate, hiding under the guise of answered prayers. And yes, things will grow in soil devoid of my touch—but you have long suspected I had been here, once, and was forced away. You see it in the strange paleness of newly sprouted plants, and in the dark spots of blight on freshly pulled potatoes. You do not voice your concerns. Instead, as autumn encroaches on your land, you work and you pray and you wait to see when dawn will break again. You have always felt closest to me in the earliest sunlight. The night, we both know, is another story entirely.

Under murk as thick as mud in riverbeds, twisted between the roots and rocks, pestilence sleeps. They feed it—your kin, your neighbors, your leaders—with the souls and limbs of my daughters. Their bones sink into soil, once barren, and my gifts upon them are returned to Nirn. Their souls, however, are lost. I do not hold them in my arms. I was not granted the final embrace. The thing which calls itself the savior of this barren ground keeps them in constant torment, fueling His realm. The exchange for their suffering is the prosperity of your people. You understand there is something amiss. In tilling the fields, you’ve found the bits of bone devoid of marrow, the teeth, the nails. Reldith implores your ignorance, insisting all fields are the same, and heavy is the burden of a farmer turning soil which has been home to ghosts of bygone ages.

You know, deep down, there is more to this than she insists. You do not speak your apprehension at her statement, though you have toiled with the worry sprouting in the back of your mind.

I cannot take these fears from you, or to protect you from the tremors of this deal—or what it would mean for the pact to end. -> Read the rest on AO3.

[maulthots]

"Lucifer said 'I too can look like your mother if that's what does it for you.'"