#baaaack

[sivsii]

also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!

[sarah-and-max]

You are a wonderful person. You enjoyed learning after others you were close with. You were humble even to a fault, and I kinda wanted to help with that, and help you see all the good in you that I saw.

*We're walking through the forest again, seemingly lost trying to get back to the cabin. Stuck with not a lot of survival equipment aside from armor and weapons as well as the tome that has been lent to the kid*

- @sarah-and-max

*you hear circus music in the distance*

[feymaid]

⚡️DEATH IS ONLY TEMPORARY I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!⚡️

[anyataylorjoys]

MONKEY MAN 2024, dir. Dev Patel

[real-skel]

I flung out of bed to make this shit

[gobodegoblin]

*evenetually you find a bump on my trousers, and they vanish*

Heya darlin'! Someone suggested something I find... interesting... Wanna hear?

Sure! I love knowing stuff!

*Im sipping a cup of Marigold Tea*

[specsthesecond]

Witch Troubles #1

You should've locked the door.

Maybe you were a little too eager to get home after a very stressful day of studies and apprentice duties. You barely greeted your roommates when you got home, only offering a quick wave to the orc, naga and werewolf lingering around the living room before shutting your bedroom door with a heavy sigh.

You just needed this release so badly. You couldn't even change out of your day clothes before grabbing the chalk on your nightstand and drawing the familiar summoning circle on the hardwood floor in the middle of the room.

You whisper the incantation and tap it with your wand. The chalk lines glow and the portal begins to open. You waste no time pulling your panties down to your thighs, hiking your skirt up and placing your needy pussy right over the portal, knees on either side of the circle.

You only needed to wait a few seconds before the slimy purple tentacles squirm their way out the portal, around your legs and crawl up your thighs towards your dripping cunt.

You whine softly in anticipation and, almost like they can hear your pleas, one finds your heat and slides its suckers along your mound.

Others wind their way around your thighs and squeeze gently, leaving light circular hickies with their suckers. You hump up into the big one covering your cunt and it seems to understand you, slowly moving back down so the tip is tracing your entrance almost teasingly. Just when you're about to grab the damn thing and shove it in yourself, the slimy tendril thrusts itself into you. Slow and deliberate, it fills you up to about what a normal cock would.

You cover your mouth to smother your desperate groan. The tentacle inside you gives a few shallow thrusts, testing the tightness of your walls. Your legs shake, the slickness of these strange tendrils always makes you so wet and the suckers on the walls of your pussy feel like heaven. Having opened you up a fair amount the first tentacle retreats and two new ones squirm their way deep into your pussy, fighting for dominance as they set a pace thats much rougher than the first one.

It takes no time to work you to your peak, the two tentacles wriggling deeper into you than any cock could reach and thrusting in tandem with eachother while they fight for space in your pussy. Another tentacle runs it's suckers along your clit while the others grip and smooth over your thighs. You arch your back, press your cheek against the cold hardwood floor and cum hard.

Clenching and twitching for your tentacles only makes them want to squirm deeper into you, fighting back the resistance of your orgasm with even more fervor.

You've drooled all over the hand that's covering your mouth, your eyes are droopy and you can barely register anything as the tentacles keep thrusting into your soaked cunt.

You don't even register the knock on your door.

Two more tentacles make their way up your stomach and under your bra to squeeze and suck your soft tits.

It feels like being dumped in ice water when you hear the door click open, the familiar squeak of the hinge freezes you further and you whip your head around to find your roommates massive orc frame standing in your doorway.

You let out a yelp and your eyes meet his equally wide ones. The haze still clouding your mind leaves you to just stare at him in horror, not knowing how to react.

Those split seconds felt like hours but you were forced out of your frozen state when one of the tentacles gave a hard suck to your clit.

The sensation makes you moan in surprise which seems to also knock your big green friend out of his shock. He finally breaks eye contact with you to look at where the slick tentacles are still working their way deeper into your pussy and he lets out a gruff choking sound at the sight. You finally gain enough brain function to reach for your discarded wand and flick it towards the door, shutting and locking it in your poor roomates face.

You groan, not in pleasure but in pain this time, covering your burning face with your hands. For a second you consider closing the portal and weeping on the floor for the rest of your life but the erotic squelch that comes from your stuffed cunt as the tentacles fuck you makes that thought vanish quickly. You make the quick decision to let your trusty tentacles fuck the thoughts out of you as they do so well.

Unfortunately, you can't be a tentacle fuck toy forever and after a couple hours and a nap, you're getting hungry. Your brilliant plan to quickly snatch something from the kitchen and run away to your room is immediately thwarted.

"Oh there you are! Cmon, I made dinner."

Your sweet Naga roommate ushers you to the kitchen table and places a plate in front of you. Normally you would be very grateful but right across the table sits the very orc you were trying to avoid. You risk a quick glance up at him only to find that he's already staring intently at you with a very amused expression, to which you look back down at your food in embarrassed despair.

"I didn't see you today love, are you feeling alright?" The motherly Naga says to you as she sets a plate in front of the very eager werewolf next to you.

You nod your head not looking up from your food.

"Sorry, stressful day. Had a nap." Comes your short, quiet response. Technically not a lie.

You're never very talkative so this response shouldn't be out of the ordinary, yet it makes the orc across from you smirk and hum thoughtfully.

"Honestly, I figured you'd use a more magical way of relieving stress."

He says before popping his fork into his mouth, his eyes don't leave you and it doesn't look like they're going to for the rest of dinner.

You let out a strangled sigh and try to eat your food, wishing a portal would swallow you up forever.

[banemaus]

threatening people on the smoke break yk how it is

[eliounora]

the elvenking thranduil🌲

[thespoonlord]

WE ARE SO BACK BABYYYYYY

[radiance1]

Some what of a link to this little ficlet.

The Curse of twins.

Damian didn't know where or when his Grandfather had heard of this specific variation of the curse. But it didn't matter.

He did not need two heirs, so the result would have remained the same regardless.

It went like this:

"Two halves of the same whole, one always limiting the other, only when one half is removed can the other become whole."

Damian, at the time, did not know exactly what it had meant.

But the result was that he had to slay his own brother, or his brother to slay him, for the one remaining to become 'whole.'

Damian despised it. Despised how after he had slain his brother it had worked.

He did not need to worry about or fret over his younger sibling, he had a new drive to gain more and more strength, more efficiency within the League's teachings because of the fact he was not strong enough.

In the end, he had become, 'whole.'

Damian did not regret killing his brother, no. He regretted that he was not strong enough to not have to, not strong enough to look the 'curse' in its face and declared that he need not be whole, that he was strong enough to remain 'half.'

In an odd twist of fate, it worked in his brother's favor as well.

His brother returned from death, yet not from the League's methods. As a ghost, stronger than he was before, with powers granted to him from his status of the dead.

He, too, had become 'whole.'

Was Damian have meant to slay his brother?

Was this both of their fates? Wherein Danny had to die, and Damian live?

Was Damian never supposed to be strong enough to protect his brother in life, and only able to do so in death?

Could Damian never, no matter the circumstances, stop the two of them from becoming 'whole?'

If, granted a second chance, would everything still remain the same?

He knew the answer.

Yes.

Danny was too soft, too kind, too emotional, too childlike to survive what the League had and would have continued to demand of him.

If Damian had not killed him then, then he would have died later to other means.

At least, with the duel ending in Damian's favor, he could ensure Danny be granted a swift, peaceful and merciful end.

Anything else, Damian would be unsure.

So yes, if granted a second chance, Damian would kill him again.

And again.

And again.

As much as he needed to, not to become 'whole' but to ensure his demise be kind. Kind as Danny was, as gentle as Damian could manage with warmth that paled in comparison to Danny's own but much more than the League would have been capable of.

Damian felt, and saw, the slightest dip on the bed in the spot beside him and knew Danny was there. Silent and unseen by Damian's request.

There were no bugs within this room.

Damian had already checked every nook, cranny, and crevice he could find and manage.

He had already trapped the door to make him aware for if one of his 'siblings' (He hated that referral. There were no other 'siblings,' he had and has only one.) decided to make their presence known and if they managed to not trigger it, the room was as well.

Damian leaned over, hooking arm around Danny and pulling him close.

He could allow himself this, for this brief moment.

(Danny was cold. So, so cold.)

(It was both something he despised and took comfort in.)

(He despised how it was the reminder of how he failed, of the strength he lacked, of what he was incapable of.)

(It was a comfort. Because Danny was still there, still here even if only in death.)

He wrapped his other arm around Danny, and felt his younger brother return the gesture.

Yes, this. He could allow himself.

For the briefest of moments.

(3)

[hot-diggity-shit]

homestucks get ur strife specibus

[suntails]

reality

[ethosiab]

laying around with someone you care about

[daily-dedede]

day 25: el dede

[saetoshis]

FUUUCKKKKKKK