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[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

[actressposts]

[hinamie]

binding vow

[uhzuku]

no bc wdym they were the last thing the other saw, heard, and felt.

[queruloustea]

some little gay bug sketches :]

bonus under cut

i like to think quirrel is actually very very bad at cooking. made with love of course but probably a very unique experience. burn the water season the stew with herbal tea forget how to cut a vegetable type situations

(hollow, i think, would likely not mind. they are not the type of critter i’d expect to have a typical idea of what tastes good. they probably make their own Atrocious Soup which is in turn thoroughly enjoyed)

[peppermint-whiskers]

I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYAL

AND A BROTHER'S FINAL S T A N D

AAUUUUUUGGHHHH I WILL NEVER BE THE S A M E

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[mistystarshine]

SCREAMING SOBBING CRYING THANK YOU @dead-in-a-ditch I LOVE IT SO MUCH

This is art of a scene from fic nine of Devour You Whole

[tomahachi12]

You seem mildly distressed. Have a picture of a baby opossum from my local wildlife center.

BABY

[lesbiankimdahyun]

CONTRACT LOVER IV: MOMO

1.9k words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, G!P, we're rly toeing the line with consent and instinct, Momo is NOT feeling very nice

A/N: i kinda uhh blacked out while writing this and then got too shy to edit sorry if there are errors! 🫣

[A!Momo x F!O!Reader]

“On your back,” Momo ordered. You could barely move, but did your best to roll over quickly as Momo joined you on the bed. You knew you were really in for it now. It had been too much for Momo– Sana getting to go first had only left the oldest Alpha feeling edged and teased, neither of which she particularly enjoyed. 

You watched with renewed anticipation as Momo hovered above you. The extra dark look in her eyes made you feel trapped as she used her knees to spread your legs apart while her hands held your wrists down. There was hardly a need for her to do it– you were too immobile by now to get away from her even if you wanted to. 

Your gaze moved down to her massive, leaking cock and you swallowed thickly. It stood proudly on its own despite its size, the tip a flushed, deep pink. Just looking at it made more wetness leak out of you. Your bed sheets were soaked by now, but there was no time to think about that.

Momo let go of one of your wrists and stuck three of her fingers into your mouth. Her thumb and pinkie finger held your face steady. “Suck,” she commanded in a low voice, and you obeyed immediately. She watched, her gaze intense with desire and impatience. 

“Fuck what Sana says,” Momo said, mostly to herself. “I like it when you cry.” Her other hand moved away from your other wrist, only to be wrapped around your neck instead. Her voice was low, level and steady, but her scent gave away how aggressive she was actually feeling. Every Omega instinct you had told you to run from such a rough Alpha, but she only tightened her hold on your throat. The pressure felt good, even as she added more and then even more, making it hard to swallow, let alone breathe with her fingers still in your mouth. You felt a prickle of sweat on your forehead. You’d always known Momo to be a dominant Alpha, but this was almost downright predatory, even for her. 

The corners of Momo’s mouth turned up with a hint of a smile as she watched you watch her. She tilted her head suddenly, inhaling deeply. “Aw, feeling kinda scared?” she pouted at you mockingly. “Cute.” She adjusted one of her knees between your legs so you’d get just a hint of friction from it. You squirmed at the feeling, clit throbbing. Momo chuckled beneath her breath at your reaction. “I’m literally cutting off your air supply and you still can only think of cumming?” Momo took her fingers out of your mouth. Her pout was long gone. “Then you’ll cum on my cock until you can’t anymore,” she said expressionlessly. Satisfied with your wide eyed silence, she took her fingers out of your mouth and let go of you. 

The Alpha lined herself with your entrance, rubbing her tip along your folds. She took her time, admiring your utterly ruined pussy. “Greedy slut,” the Alpha said. “Ready for more even after being knotted once already.” 

She leaned down and pressed herself against you then, guiding her cock sliding into you with a filthy, wet squelching sound thanks to the cum inside you that was now leaking out and coating Momo’s shaft. She let out a slow breath, adapting to the immense pleasure of having your cunt take in her length. 

The Alpha was by far the biggest of the three, and you moaned loudly, already feeling stretched. She rocked her hips slowly, but the fullness was overwhelming. You moaned again, more gutterally now as your pussy throbbed around her. You couldn’t believe what you were feeling: her knot was already beginning to form. The familiar sensation of pain and pleasure was coming back now, and so were the tears in your eyes as you let out a pained mewl. 

“Tears already, baby? Too bad,” Momo said. “Touch yourself,” she commanded, and you obeyed, bringing a hand down between your legs to touch your eager clit. Having cum once already with Sana, you knew it wasn’t going to take much to push you over the edge this time. After a few minutes, you let out a small hum of satisfaction. You hardly noticed the pain of Momo’s cock rutting into you with your brain focused on how good it felt to finally get some relief of your own again. But Momo’s cock couldn’t be ignored, not with it adding more stimulation than your poor, abused cunt could take. You gasped and shuddered, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Your thigh muscles twitched and you bit your lip. 

“Momo…” you whimpered. “S-slow down…” But Momo was too focused on watching her cock slide in and out of you to hear you. She fucked you at a steady pace, only bringing you closer to the edge. “Momo, I–fuck,” You moaned, bucking your hips. “M-Momo!…” your eyes screwed shut and your thigh muscles tensed as you came, coating her length in more slick. You panted, reaching up to brush your hair from your face. Finally noticing you had cum, Momo slowed her pace momentarily. “You’re not done yet,” was all she said, then grabbed your hand and brought it back down between her legs. 

You let out a soft wail. “T-too sensitive,” you protested, but she held your hand down. 

“Rub your filthy little cunt, or I’ll do it for you,” said Momo. You closed your mouth quickly. At least if you were the one touching yourself, you’d have control of your pace. Your fingers found their way back to your clit slowly, and you squirmed as you began to rub yourself again. Momo’s eyes watched in rapt attention as you fought to find a pressure and rhythm that wasn’t too overstimulating, but everything was too much. Your eyes brimmed with more tears and your muscles twitched, sore and sensitive from your second orgasm. You whined, starting to cry as the sensations slowly, slowly started to become pleasurable again. You could only look up at Momo and plead silently with her, but she offered no comfort other than a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“You’re going to cum again for me,” the Alpha said. Be a good girl and make that pussy squeeze around my knot for me.” Her words only added to the near-blinding bodily feelings you were experiencing. She slowed her pace, but just cockwarming her would’ve been enough to make you climax again– and you were about to. You whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. Your cries were silent this time as you came, clenching around her tightly. Your hand dropped to your side limply as your muscles relaxed, finally hitting your peak. Your mind whited out from the pleasure, and then you let out a shaky gasp as you came back into yourself, the overstimulation returning as Momo continued to pound into you. 

Momo leaned in, licking your tear-stained cheeks. She greedily scented your neck, wanting to rid you of all traces of Sana and Mina. It didn’t take long for fresh tears to replace what Momo had lapped up. She plowed into you, the sound of your continued crying accompanying her wet, sloppy pounding. 

“F-fuck,” she growled, squeezing one of your breasts in her hand greedily. “Take it, yeah...” 

Your mind and body felt on the verge of breaking. Unable to form any coherent words as she continued to rail you, you panted with each thrust of her hips. The longer pieces of her wolfcut-styled hair tickled the edges of your face while her scent flooded all of your senses. It felt like her scent was the only thing keeping you tethered to the mortal world. Momo was a powerful Alpha, smart enough to use her scent to help keep you in submission beneath her. 

“There you go,” came Momo’s honeyed voice. It sounded far away. “Empty that pretty head of yours, I’ll fill you right up instead.” 

Within another couple of minutes you were cumming again for her. “MOMO!” Your orgasm was nearly blinding, your lower body muscles spasming as you came around her. Your pussy pulled her swollen cock in, letting her knot finally slip inside. The Alpha groaned with pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Momo hissed, giving her knot a few exploratory thrusts inside you. “So, so good for me…” Then she moaned again, as if just remembering that her knot was buried inside your womb. She resumed thrusting in you quickly, desperate for release. 

“Tell me you want my pups.”

You knew she was close when she asked things like that— Momo loved to hear you beg for her. 

“So b-ah!-bad, Momo,” you cried desperately. You continued. “Make me yours, make everyone see who I spread my legs for.” 

Momo’s eyes widened at that and she let out a full blown snarl in response. She licked the length of your neck and then opened her mouth, her teeth poised against your skin to sink into your neck at any moment, as if daring you to move beneath her. 

You encouraged her still, tilting your head slightly to speak softly in her ear. “Doesn’t my pussy feel s-so good?” you purred for her. “Fill me, Alpha, p-please, please give me your knot--” 

“Ah~ FUCK!” Momo grunted, finally spilling her seed in you. Panting, her hips eventually slowed to a stop while she emptied her heavy cock in you. 

It took nearly twenty minutes for Momo’s knot to deflate. When she finally was able, Momo pulled out of you as gently as she could, her dick wet with cum and slick. 

“You’re pretty when you cum,” Momo murmured, admiring you in your ruined state. Then she got dressed as if nothing had happened, casually grabbing you a glass of water and humming to herself while turning a few lamps on. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed; the sun had long set. 

It took all your energy to roll over onto your side, and when you did, you saw Momo checking to make sure her post-sex hair wasn’t too bad in the mirror. She caught your reflection’s eye as she collected her keycard and phone. She winked and smiled at you, clearly feeling back to her normal self. 

“Oh, before I go…” she started, coming back to flop onto your bed. She tapped her phone’s camera icon and turned the camera to face the two of you. Momo took your cheeks in her hand and leaned in as if she were going to kiss you, then took a quick photo. 

“For Mina,” she said with a smirk, quickly sending the photo off to the other Alpha. “You know. Proof of life.” 

You rolled your eyes. “She’s going to hate you for that,” you said.

“Only for like three seconds,” Momo said. “Because she’s also going to love me now that I’m sane again and you’re free to keep playing Animal Crossing or whatever.” Momo raised an eyebrow at you. “You know you like, don’t have to play that with her if you don’t want to, right?” 

You only laughed a little. “I know. I like it, really.”  

Momo shrugged in response. Then she got up, moving toward the door. She paused before opening it, though, turning back around to you suddenly and pointing at the nightstand where she had left your glass of water. “Drink,” she ordered, not moving. Her dominant nature worked well on you even outside of sex, you realized, as you immediately picked up the glass and took a sip. When she kept watching, you took another. 

“Good girl.” Satisfied, Momo finally turned and left. 

[its-target-official]

sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears and feathers hoping for a godkin to come rescue me

[saltpepperbeard]

the way they still have to stop and catch each other’s eye. the way they still find each other in the middle of the chaos. the way for a brief little moment, it’s only the both of them in the world.

shut up shut up everyone shut up also thank you samba but SHUT UP—

[thatonefishfriend]

I love the way you draw AVA/AVM related things. Your artstyle is something I strive for. I love how soft it looks, it's just so nice and comfortable looking. Like something I'd want to hug and snuggle up with. I can't say how much I love this enough.

hey wait no you can't do this to me, get back here

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

It has been 0 days since Dukexiety last interacted!!!

[stormbreaker-290]

Seems like a certain little moth got caught up in the "web" of a certain virus <3

Merry Christmas Eve/silly

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