#bleeding black

[lynsterswritingblog]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @maddstermind for the tag! Sorry this a bit late.

Kasey was behind him with a more concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

sadly its nothing exciting.

tagging: @anoelleart @wintersstreams @corishadowfang and open tag!

[hussyknee]

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[anxiousapplepie]

AIGHT! First batch of concept vibes for the Siffrin!Housemaiden AU, lets go people!! If you want the messy and very stream-of-conscious lore details, look under the cut! keep reading!

K. SO! Siffrin becoming a housemaiden was not a straight line, nor was it a road paved with good intentions and desires to change. It was mostly accidental, tripping into one House of Change after another, bumbling around and being a silly kid with a big hat and a bigger hole were their memory should be, until they wound up at Dormont's House of Change a few years after they forgot everything! Cue the Head Housemaiden taking one look at that adorable sap and deciding he sparked joy, for reasons mysterious to everybody who wasn't in the know. (which was basically everybody, including herself) Mira and Sif first met in a classroom setting. And they were sparring partners whenever Mirabelle took fighting or Craft classes at the House. To say they were friends is a bit of an overstatement, but if you can tease and annoy someone and they still choose to spend time with you, Siffrin assumed it meant something special! Mirabelle assumed it meant something was wrong with him, or her, or maybe both of them at the same time, but when Siffrin was the only person to escape the House when the King attacked she of course grabbed her weapon before Siffrin had even finished explaining what he was about to do. *handwaves Researcher!Isabeau and Traveler!Bonnie* I don't have time for them tonight. But they're a thing! I'll get to them later. Probably.

[mtomauw]

Fuck it, have the whole comic.

[lynsterswritingblog]

Only doing some Bleeding Black characters for now, but might come back with some other ones.

Lerna: is bored and makes it everyone else’s problem

Seraphina: spine is a piece of spaghetti

The Spectre: doesn’t know how to deal with things without murdering them

Nakoma (Seraphina’s mom): sticks her head into the sand like an ostrich

OC Weaknesses

Quick, name a bunch of your OCs and their weaknesses, but it has to be funny.

[cubbihue]

What would Peri’s power level be if he didn’t have his inhibitor/stabilizer wand and just went apeshit?

While Cosmo deals with too much magic in his body, Peri suffers from a slightly different issue. Cosmo has the greatest amount of magic in Fairy World. Peri is incapable of regulating his magic.

Peri cannot, not then as a child and not now in the present, control his magic. Without his inhibitor, he can easily destroy an entire realm- just as he nearly destroyed Earth as a baby. This fact has not changed, although it is less plausible today than back then.

Peri's taken extra measures in the present-day to ensure it cannot happen.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[vikvkaws]

WHAAAAA I FUCKING LUV HIM

after a long time not drawing finally i got some time

[aceredshirt13]

the double-edged sword of old British literature is that there’s a solid chance it’ll feel gay but there’s an equally solid chance it’ll also feel racist

[howlsnteeth]

make it real 'cause anything's better than the way i feel right now

[whumpypepsigal]

“Listen to me. What happened… it’s awful. She’s your mom. What happened’ll always be a part of you. But it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. And you don’t ever have to be done grieving your mom.”

[lynsterswritingblog]

Badly Summarized WIP Poll

thanks @k-v-briarwood for tagging me!

stopped at five or else I'm going to be here all day.

good luck figuring out which one's which. (I think number one's obvious)

tagging: @anoelleart @wintersstreams @corishadowfang and open tag!

[courfee]

» I love you. That's all.

– Art Heist, Baby! @otrtbs

paintings I referenced here:

Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1908-1915 – Regulus' shirt has the same pattern as Death's cloak, James' shirt is patterned like the background of 'Life'

It was life and death, and death was there, on the left side of the canvas, waiting eagerly to pluck any one person from the conglomeration of life and claim them as its own. – chapter 28

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Seagram Murals), 1958 – Regulus bleeding out into the background

And he remembers looking out at the thick red blood on the marble floors and nonsensically, being reminded yet again, of Rothko. – chapter 34

Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky, Gathering Storm, 1899 – Regulus' socks have this pattern

'Hang painting here?' – chapter 37

and here some little details and an alternative bloody version :) look at that snake ring being handed over <33

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

James Potter not being able to hide his bewilderment when he sees that baby Harry has inherited his mother’s green eyes… James Potter skipping around the house, his and Sirius’s voices draining each other as they stand together looking down at the new member of the Potter family sleeping tightly, their eyes shining and mouths running….

James Potter, who never lived long enough to learn that Harry also inherited his mother’s sarcasm, her humour…

Harry James Potter, who inherited Lily’s gaze, that look in his eyes… like he was older than his age… Harry Potter, who inherited Lily’s desperate need to prove herself, Lily’s posture, the way Lily wrote her g’s… Harry, who inherited not only traits from his mother, but also traits from his father.

Harry with his father’s messy hair, Harry who bounces his leg when he’s stressed and ruffles his hair when he’s nervous, unlike his father who ruffled it to impress girls. Harry with a glimpse of his father’s mischievousness in his Lily eyes. Harry who talks in his sleep like his father, Harry with dimples like his father, Harry with poor eyesight like his father.

It’s all a mess of Lily (can’t function properly under stress), James (showers in cold water)… and Harry himself (short temper). Because if it’s something so many people seem to forget about him, which always pisses him off, is that Harry is his own person too.

He loves Treacle Tart, he has his own awkward little laugh, he can’t control his face, he bites his nails when studying, he loves strong smells, and that’s all him. Just… him.

And what Sirius never got to tell him, is that: if people would try to look past the way his parents are still with him in his eyes, behind his smile and in his heart… they would see a wonderful young boy. So much more than what his parents ever made him. Harry raised himself. Harry grew up to be his own.

But Sirius never got to tell him that, just like he never got to tell him that he had Remus’s awkward flush, Sirius’s shit-eating grin, Dorcas’s frustrated resting face, Regulus’s unbothered expression when he was locked into his own little shell… traits that were Mary’s, Marlene’s, James’s, Lily’s, and most importantly Harry’s own.

Sirius never even learnt if these were things Harry would have liked to hear.

[thegoodmorningman]

Leer creepily as Bad Vibes slowly bleed out. GOOD VIBES ONLY!!!

[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

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dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

[r3starttt]

Can you please do a sugar mommy! Abby x reader (Abby is a sub in private but everyone thinks the opposite)

"Feels good, mommy? yeah?" your breath hits the skin of her neck, already covered in a few bruises. the tip of your digits rubbing her clit in small circles. She nods stupidly, quiet babbling and meaningless words brushing past her lips. "look at you, mommy's such a slut mhm?" she just panted in response.

Your fingers slowly went down her core, sissoring her sticky folds just to watch that pretty look on her face. her eyebrows furrowing, almost quivering, her mouth slightly open, not bothering in letting out more than muffled whines "want my fingers inside you? want me to stretch you out mommy?" her pretty eyes opened just to look at you, her brain alreadh fuzzy.

her puppy eyes and stupid blabbers begging you to do so "nuh uh, words" you command, giving her pussy a few slaps "mhm- yes!" she groans, practically screaming at you, and you waste no time, thrusting your fingers inside her, feeling her clench Inmediatly.

sticky arousal connecting your fingers and hand to her cunt. "so wet f'this fingers aren't you? bet you wanna cum so bad" her hands grab at your breasts, massaging them for some comfort. the lingerie she bought for you just some hours ago lingering right above them, her hands palming the texture. ever since she saw the set... she would've fuck you right there, or that's what she said to your ear right when she was about to pay.

The small space between your bodies filled by the obscene wet sound of your fingers being sucked in by her hole. faster and faster until, your name being repeated like a desperate plead for more, like a prayer. "mommy's gonna cum? yeah?" you mocked at her, feeling her legs fighting to stay wide and open for you. your digits moving with ease at her wetness slowly struggle to keep the speed. she was so tight.

cries and sloppy pleads pass through her lips in response "what's that?" you play oblivious, observing her pretty eyes roll back, probably both annoyed and to drunk in pleasure, her hands hesitate before grabbing your ass "p-please, wanna cum, let me cum"

you thrusts become intense, deep. toying with her clit whenever the chance was given. "cum for me mommy, go on, wanna feel you cumming on my fingers, yeah?" her whimpers pierce through your ears. you're such a good girl for her.