#and ran with it

[ahdor]

alive and maleable

[omgeto]

Hey pretty 💗any thoughts on roommate geto ??? It’s been plaguing my mind ljke imagine getting to kno him cuz ur in the same dorm and go to same uni and ur like freinds but he’s always got sexy undertones and one they u get drunk together and end up making out idkkkk ahhh

I feel like it would be such a cute series lmao, ngl I think I’ve been reading too many college au fics lmao

roommate!geto who just so happens to waiting to have a shower everytime you seem to be finishing yours. secretly hoping that towel falls ever so slightly, so that he could see more of your flesh.

"oh i didn't know you were in the shower," he says coyly, his lustful eyes roaming your water covered body, staring at anything but your face. he always manages to slightly brush past you, as he steps into the bathroom, the small contact alone sending blood rushing straight to his dick. and whilst he's in the shower, aggressively pumping his dick to the image of you, picturing you in their with him as he drowns in your pussy the shower head spraying water over the both of you.

but unbeknownst to him, you're listening at the door, smiling at hearing him moan and groan out your name as he gets off to you.

[humblemooncat]

A hand lays proffered to you, promises of salvation falling from emotionless lips. By his grace will you be delivered unto a land where no strife exists, only light, and love, and bliss.

Take his hand? > Yes > Of course > Where is the No?

> Why would you deny me?

I like to plan the ShB Horrors early, so meet Charis, Amare's would-be Lightwarden which will haunt his dreams from Holminster onward.

He's gonna have a great time.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Silvans have a Halloween

So, silvans have a celebration of everything spooky and scary. it's not called Halloween, obviously, it's called OtherEve.

basically, the idea behind this was that, for once, they would not be afraid of the monsters in the dark or the monsters they fight, but rather that they control this fear and become what they are afraid of.

It is tradition during this night to dress up as something you are not, it doesn't necessarily have to be scary (though that is encouraged), but you can't dress up as something you are on a normal day.

Nowadays it's more fun, but it really was started in order to gain control over their fears.

there is a performance put on, it's usually different every year, its sole purpose is to frighten and shock the audience. the idea is that, by making this night of fright fun, the silvans (especially the warriors) won't drown in negativity and stress and fear their real life often is enthralled with.

[carrotcouple]

TW: Torture, Human Experimentation, Dismemberment

Scaramouche scrambles backwards with what's left of his legs, his single remaining arm wound tight around himself to prevent his insides from spilling out.

"Help me!" He chokes out, white hot tears rolling down his face. The pain is searing through his body. It hurts. It hurts. It always hurts.

The shoes step closer towards him, never faltering, never slowing.

The ground is red, red with blood that doesn't actually flow through his veins. He can see bits and pieces of himself littered on the ground. A shoe steps down on a shard of his arm and he hears the crack off it shattering and turning to dust.

His chest heaves even though he does not breathe. His vision is flickering. He's scared. It hurts. It hurts. He's scared.

"Who is going to help you?"

A smooth and entertained voice. Scaramouche is bleeding. He can't stop bleeding.

Niwa. Katsuragi.

No. They betrayed him. They're dead. Scaramouche retches, a dry sob tearing itself from his torn throat.

Slim fingers grab his face in a punishing grip and Scaramouche attempts to scratch the fingers from his face but his arm is gone. It's gone. He only has one arm and it's preventing his guts from spilling onto the floor. Fine clockwork and false imitations of organs. His face is yanked up and he stares, terrified, at a face cast in shadow.

Red eyes.

Red like his blood on the floor.

"Who is going to help you little puppet?"

Mother, he thinks, salty tears slipping into his mouth.

Oh.

But his mother threw him away because of his pathetic human emotions.

"N-no one," Scaramouche stammers.

"That's right," The Doctor says. "No one will save you, so there's no point in running."

The fight leaves his body.

His tears do not stop.

The Doctor grabs him by the stump of one of his legs and drags him back towards the operating table.

"We do this every time, Scaramouche, when will you get used to it? I'm almost disappointed," The Doctor says. He grabs Scaramouche's arm and hauls him back up and onto the table.

He's a disappointment.

He's always been one. To everyone he's ever known.

"If only your subordinates knew you were like this. What would they think? Oh, he's not listening anymore."

Scaramouche feels like he's drifting away from his body. An old Inazuman lullaby comes to his mind. He starts humming it as Il Dottore rips the stump of his right leg off.

[iris19x]

Every time I ran from the cops I thought of you.

He might as well have said “Gwen, I love you.”

Because that’s basically what he did say!

[reijndeers]

norwich fans trying to steal carlos already please the match barely finished 😭

[helenrira]

Another Pride headcanon for blorbo!!

Avdol as a Trans man, Demisexual and Gay 🧡

[morningstargirl666]

Me, seeing that one comment on my fic months ago saying how Klaus is pathetic in TBBW because he's always fawning over Caroline, (among other reasons), fully knowing what I just wrote for chapter 33 and 34 was going to happen:

[useless-sideblog1]

Excuse me sir but do you have a LICENCE to give me a boner?

[sinnabunii]

I spent my entire day baking sweets and bread, day well spent 

[sapphicscience]

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

[windwenn]

‘You were my new dream’ or however the fuck that scene went

[ysaona]

[witchybimbocow]

What u doing?

Being bullied by My Dom.

How about you?