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[kurogenesis]

Alright, time for more catch-up. This story is Magicka Amarantha, a high-fantasy story set in a world of myth and monsters, complete with its own legends, religions, and I even made a goddamn calendar system for it! One of the things that originally sparked the idea of this story was - I'll admit it - Fairy Tail. I enjoyed the first season of it, and that kind of planted the seeds of this idea. But it was several years before I really had anything set for it. This is definitely going to be a long ride, but I hope you can enjoy it!

A quick content warning: There are some descriptions of mild blood and gore in this chapter, around page 3. Just putting that out there.

[stupidhany]

Soo I have decided what if I posted some content of a specific fandom again cause yknow I have missed yall :]

So have mice

Like it has been some time ago hasn't it?XD

[whiskykitteeeeee]

Wishing you plentiful nanners! All the nanners you want, I hope you have them. If that number is zero, may you have zero! If it is 100, may they rain down upon you!

acrylic on canvas, 8x10, sold

[luvsimskaos]

Elijah is a relatively easy baby, through he's an early riser. Ready to start the day before the sun is over the horizon.

As Elijah grows up and gaining skills, he start moving around the cabin.

It seems that farm is already Elijah's adventure land, exploring everything and looking at everything.

And despite being an early riser, with all the energy he uses during the day, he's quick to sleep.

[abyssmalice]

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand. [Capi for Freyja]

seduction/pinning prompts

The Abyss is no place for merry visits and idle sightseeing - but that doesn't appear to have stopped one of her rare guests from making the trip anyway, and more than once at that.

Freyja is used to every face she has met becoming like a ghost, a fleeting encounter that comes and goes forever; she will not admit it in any way that matters, but it is both a pleasant surprise and an unexpectedly warm satisfaction to have such standards defied.

"Lord Capitano," she greets him, smiling her ever-placid smile, though there's a slight twinkle in her eye; there is no need for formalities after so many visits, but she always insists on the first greeting to be overly courteous. It's only polite in her personal opinion.

Her expression doesn't change, remaining pleasant and polite even when the towering Harbinger takes her hand after removing his helmet, gracing her knuckles with a light kiss. Of course, the first time had been a little surprising, but after many such greetings and partings in the same vein, it's not a particularly strange sight.

In fact, she finds it rather charming nowadays. Freyja is quite sure that an outsider to this scene could easily interpret this as a moment from fairytales, when the regal prince or the gallant knight meets the lovely princess of the story, and greets her with a most courteous but romantic gesture!

She is no princess in comparison, but she thinks that it is very sweet and endearingly silly of him to always act the part like this. What a nice young man, as always.

The lady tilts her head, her distant smile turning a few degrees warmer and amused. "Nikolas," she finally says, with a soft giggle - "It is good to see you again. What brings you so far into the depths once more? Nothing difficult for you, I would presume, but I still hope it is not worrying nonetheless."

[chiosblog]

Here some juicy A-Team outtakes

In the 80s they didnt gave a damn about continuity lol

A-Team and their motto 'it is what it is'

[peaches2217]

Me: “Alright! We’ll cut back on original posts for a bit!”

Me, but in all black and sunglasses: “Toadsworth caring for and doting on Peach while she’s expecting”

Me: “Dammit not NOW”

[kurogenesis]

Today's post is Chapter - or Track - 1 of Song of the Elements. An urban fantasy tale that's gone through many changes to reach the form it has now. A city of dreams, full of strange and wonderful individuals... but does the heart still beat? Does the soul of the city still live? Music is - obviously - a significant factor in this story. It's referenced frequently and is the medium through which the protagonists are going to be trying to reach the hearts of the people. Such to the point that the Tracks (as I will insist on referring to them for this work) are all named after actual songs - some famous, some not, but all had something that stuck out to me lyrically.

This one is named for the opening track of Hammerfall's 2002 album Crimson Thunder. The bit of the lyrics that always stuck with me was just before the second chorus. We dream of a genesis reborn Where our spirits are free Let us choose our own destiny

I'm... definitely a highly individualistic person and I value people's personal freedoms, it's something that's going to reflect in the writing for sure. And yes, the "dream" part of the lyrics is why the story started off with the dream sequence.

OH, and one final thing. Content Warning for some sexually suggestive content near the end of the chapter. It's not explicit, but it's... pretty obvious what the two protagonists are getting up to. ENJOY!

[stupidhany]

a spongebob and warioware enjoyer? Instant follow /gen /pos

(your art style is so so cute! its funky i love it)

Aww thank you sm!!^^

[deceptive-yogs]

I have a couple draft posts of art and writing but I'm doing that thing again where I get really nervous Abt sharing AU stuff publicly.

Probably in part to the fact family thinks all my interests are dumb and I kind of connect what their reactions would definitely be to what this is to what stranger would react like.

It's funny because it's not even an insecurity about my writing or really even the art I'm doing. I am actually feeling confident in my storytelling and the art I'm doing for this.

There is also the fact that I know some of the IRL members do lurk and even less-than-lurk on this website and in the fanart tags. The insecurity Abt sharing is definitely more worried Abt outsider reactions rather than thinking it's not good enough. Which surprisingly isn't connected??? Because I really like and enjoy what I've been doing???

I'm definitely thinking Abt blocking some of the content creators that I know are around on Tumblr that the characters of the au share a namesake and possible appearance with.

But I'm also like "That's rude what if they like it?"

This au is such a mash of content and then just original ideas that it really only vaguely feels like the sources. But there's some obvious pulls and references.

Ahdjjsbsb Social Anxiety haver spotted in the wild real not click bait.

[luvsimskaos]

In the middle of a clear night, Sable finds herself in Labor again. She thought it'd be easier since it was the second time but it wasn't.

Ishmael holds his wife as the labor pains shakes her body. He finds himself worried, it seems that this time the pain is almost dragging Sable under.

He does his best to reassure her, and give her comfort.

Finally as dawn breaks, Sable gives birth. It's twin boys! Sable and Ishmael are surprised, nervous, and excited at the same time. They not sure if they're be able to keep up with the new twins needs especially with so little money but they know they'll try their best. The older twin is named Casper while the younger is Cato.

[awesomecooperlove]

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[foldingfittedsheets]

I am a little creature largely made up of anxieties. There have been times in my life when it was worse. It’s currently significantly better. This story takes place at a time when it was pretty bad.

Food was a prison for me. I moved out early with very little idea of how to feed or care for myself. Every meal was a question mark. For three years I had Brendan doing most of the cooking but when things ended between us I moved in with some other friends. I suddenly had no way to feed myself again.

I was working at the sex shop and living with all my coworkers; a premise that would make sitcom writers weep. In that house, at the age of 24, I learned how to fry an egg. It was the only thing I knew how to do but by god, I mastered egg frying. I was so proud. I could now have one stress free meal a day of an egg on toast.

The problem was my roommates. Living with three other people is already tough but messes pile up alarmingly fast, especially in the kitchen. No one sees the whole mess as their responsibility but the one person who’s responsibility it absolutely wasn’t was mine, as I only ever cooked eggs. Glaciers moved quicker than the dishes got done, mountains of greasy unwashed dish ware were fixtures across the counters.

My friends occasionally cooked for me and each time I happily cleaned all the resulting dishes. This seemed fair.

But on my own I only used three implements for my egg. When I finished with my spatula, pan, and plate, I carefully washed them and set them to dry. Every time I came back to the kitchen there was nothing clean.

Crusted on ketchup, dried food, and unsavory residues plagued everything I needed to touch. So I ended up doing all the dishes twice, once to use my three implements and again once I was done.

I started to realize I’d come home, see the filthy pile of dishes, then go to bed without eating because I didn’t have the energy to wash it all. So I finally addressed my roommates about it. Please, I beseeched them, can these three things always be clean. I cannot function like this, and eating is already hard for me.

The answer returned: no. My request was deemed unreasonable and a counteroffer was made to turn off the small space heater I ran in my room in exchange for them magnanimously cleaning up after themselves. I declined, as my bones ached with cold everywhere except my room since no one else wanted the heat on. The impasse continued. I went to be hungry.

I noodled on it. I schemed. I plotted. And on my day off I went to a thrift shop and acquired a nice little pan and spatula. I squirreled them away into my closet. The plan was just to wash and dry it after meals and keep it in my room.

This is not how it went down. On day one of my pan coming home one of my roommates popped into my room to chat, glanced into my three quarters shut closet and immediately said, “What is that?”

I sighed and admitted my plan. All three roommates roundly condemned my plan as extremely passive aggressive. I tried once again to explain that I wasn’t eating, but my secret pan was now a source of contention, a precious resource held back from the collective.

Their discontent reached a fever pitch and I finally declared, “Fine! I will put my pan in the kitchen. On one condition. If I ever find this pan dirty, ever, I will scrape whatever is left on it into your bedding. I swear to god, if I ever come home to it being dirty there will be a reckoning.”

Terms were agreed.

The first month or two went okay. On the third month I awoke to eat breakfast and found my precious pan sullied. I grabbed it and marched upstairs. Betty was named as the culprit. I strode into Betty’s room and stood over her sleeping form like the vengeful ghost of dishes past.

“If you don’t get up and clean this right now I’m going to dump it on your bed.”

Betty groggily regarded me. “Seriously?”

“I have never been more serious.”

“It’s one time, can’t you just clean it yourself?”

“No. You promised.”

With much huffing and grousing Betty arose from bed and tromped downstairs, hastily cleaning my pan while I watched. “Happy?” She demanded.

I was. I made my egg, cheerfully cleaning the pan afterward, leaving it to dry.

[burythecarnival]

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My gas was turned off unexpectedly and they can’t turn it back on (I asked. multiple times) so my meals are limited to what can be eaten straight out the fridge, microwaved, air fried or delivered. Additionally I have no heat (because of the gas thing) and the nights and days have been cold.

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[seonghwaddict]

the best of the best — jeong yunho

in which yunho didn’t expect his tiring shift to end with fucking the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into the clinic.

ripperdoc!jeong yunho x fem!reader. genre. smut. cyberpunk 2077 au. warnings. non-sexual use of daddy, explicit sexual content mdni, big dick!yunho but what else is new, fingering, BACKSHOTS, yunho is a tease, implied voice kink, creampie, he gets a little rough, nicknames (pretty, baby, princess). wc. 2.5k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this is really REALLY rushed because i was hit with inspiration and started writing without actually stopping so like sorry if it’s ass lol. her cyberware is based on this.

DEFINITIONS. ripperdoc; medical practitioners that can install cybernetic prostheses, called cyberware // eddies; game currency. feel free to ask for any clarifications.

listening to. cyberpunk, ateez (duh).

masterlist.

yunho sighed as he threw a bloodied towel into the sink, hands finally clean after having installed some new cyberware on a customer. his day was spent operating edgerunners, never quite seeming to catch a break. but what else could he do as the best ripperdoc in the district, let alone this shithole of a clinic? besides, he somewhat liked his job and the pay was good, his way with words getting customers to give him a few more eddies than they were obliged to.

but, alas, it was finally closing time and he’d no longer have to deal with people until the next day. or at least that’s what he hoped.

the familiar sound of the clinic’s door rang through the lobby, singaling someone had entered before he could lock up and making him sigh in exasperation. he pinched the bride of his nose, calling out over his shoulder from the backroom, knowing whoever it was would still be able to hear him. “we’re closed, come back tomorrow!”

“please, it’s an emergency!” the person replied and he froze.

a desperate, feminine plea. yunho can’t say he’s used to hearing that tone in the clinic. with furrowed brows, he emerged from the backroom to the lobby, right behind the counter as he laid his eyes on you. he was obviously much taller than you, looking up at him with round doe eyes and softly flushed cheeks. you wore a short black skirt and a loose sweater; not a sight he was used to here either, not that he was complaining as his eyes momentarily flickered to the sliver of cleavage exposed by the low neckline. maybe he could make an exception… no. he wanted nothing more than to go home, and a pretty little thing like you couldn’t just magically change his mood.

“my ‘ware has been acting up and i heard this is the best clinic in the area,” you walked closer to the counter, one of the steps looking particularly painful as you winced mid-sentence and stumbled before continuing, “please, sir, i promise i’ll pay you well.”

he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, letting a beat of silence wash over you before he finally answered with a sigh, “fine. go through that curtain and wait on the table. the metal one.”

you followed his hand to see him pointing at a curtain much like the ones separating beds in hospitals. with a quiet nod, you shuffled over as he ducked through the door he previously came out of. there was a small space behind the curtain and it reeked of hand sanitiser as you sat down, the table cold against your thighs. you smoothed your skirt down as he walked through the curtain and set down a tray of tools on a desk pushed against the wall.

“so, where’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his arms and giving you a once-over that had you feeling a little nervous.

“my back,” you muttered, looking down at your hands shyly as they played with the hem of your sweater, “i’ll have to take this off, if that’s okay.”

“oh, um…” he blinked before nodding and clearing his throat, moving to stand behind you. “yeah, it’s fine, go ahead.”

after a moment of hesitation, your body stretched lightly as you pulled the shirt over your head, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight. an intricately designed thin silver chrome spine merged with your skin and extending from between your shoulderblades down to just above your ass. instinctively, he reached out and brushed his fingers down the length of it, biting his bottom lip as he caught the way your back arched slightly.

“god, you’re a masterpiece.” he couldn’t help but sigh out as he let his fingertips explore the metal and the skin surrounding it. the clasp of your bra covered up just a little bit of it, but there was plenty more to see. after a moment, he caught a glimpse of a little spark in the metal on the small of your back, humming. “i see the problem… must be some sloppy wiring. i’ll take care of you, baby, just relax and stay still. you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“y-yeah.” you practically squeaked out, mentally slapping yourself for making it obvious how his words and touches made you feel.

he grinned but didn’t say anything, reaching for his tools and beginning to work. as he did, he deliberately brushed his fingertips or his wrist against your skin, against anywhere he could reach while fixing the wiring between the blades of the metal spine, just because he enjoyed messing wiht you. your waist seemed to get the most reactions out of you, unable to hold back your hitched breaths and your thighs pressing together. you were so sensitive and sweet, trying to hold back all your sounds as he riled you up with teasingly calculated touches.

“how’d you pay for this, anyway? a mod like this must’ve cost a fortune.”

“my daddy paid for it,” you explained with a shrug, “i’ve been wanting something like this for forever, so he let me get it done on my 18th birthday.”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding with a soft smile. “well, baby, you must be daddy’s pride and joy if he’s willing to drop so much on an implant like this that does nothing but make you look that much more appealing.”

“appealing?” you echoed his description of you, glancing back at him over your shoulder, “you think so?”

“of course, i’m not blind,” he roles his eyes playfully, licking eyes with you before going back to work, “in fact, i’m jealous i wasn’t the one to install all this ‘ware.”

it didn’t help that as he talked, his breath fanned over the back of your neck since he adjusted the table to raise you higher for him to work more comfortably. you learned each other’s names as he talked you through the procedure, trying to distract you from the occasional prods of a needle and sparks of the wires. he also liked to watch goosebumps form on your skin and the way your back arched just a little more as he responded to your words with low hums or muttered acknowledgments.

his hands feel a little colder than your skin as he barely runs them down your back, eyes trained on the gleaming metal. the tips of his fingers momentarily dipped below the back of your bra before slipping out again.

“does anything hurt?” he asked quietly, in a tone he noticed always made you stutter a little.

“n-no.” you shook your head before holding your breath, feeling his hands covers your waist and move down slowly, holding your hips lightly.

“good.” he hummed, nodding and removing his hands before stepping away from you completely.

the loss of his hands made your brows furrow as you looked at him, stepping into your line of vision with his back turned to you as he put away his tools.

“did you need something, princess?” he tilted his head at the sight of the pout you were trying so hard to hide, voice taking on a mocking tone.

your cheeks warmed and your brain short-circuited as he took a step toward the metal table he sat you on, standing a breath away from your knees and leaning down to your eye level. his hands braced on the table of either sides of your hips. if he wanted to, he could lean forward just a few inches and his lips would finally press against yours.

“you.” you blurted out without thinking, unable to process any thoughts in the flustered state he put you in.

“me, huh?” yunho chuckled, silky and low, fingertips brushing against the hem of your skirt as he pulled himself up to his full height and looked down at you. “a ripperdoc like me who works in heywood fixing cyberware? you need me, baby?”

flustered and a little speechless, you could only nod, lips parted as you left out soft breaths and looked up at him with eyes that begged him to kiss you. his hands left your skirt but found you again quickly, one on your waist and the other cupping the side of your face, half of his hand buried in your hair as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips against yours.

a whimper made it past you as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, mingling with yours and exploring. you felt him smile against your lips as you let out that sound, his fingers in your hair holding you a little tighter as his hand on your waist slid down your thigh. you, however, didn’t feel that hand moving until his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, somehow easily finding your clit through the fabric and eliciting a whine as he pulled his lips away from you.

“so wet and i’ve barely done anything.” he whispered, kissing you again as he nudged the fabric aside to run two digits through your folds, quiet squelching sounds mixing with your little moans and whimpers as he circled your clit excruciatingly slowly.

not expecting his hands to feel so good, you couldn’t stop your hips from squirming, unable to kiss back very skilfully. he circled your clit with just the right speed and pressure, keeping you restless as your pussy clenched around nothing and click slowly dripped out to smear against the table and inner thighs.

yunho gave your swollen nub a sudden pinch and you winced, your hands on his biceps clenching as he pulled away from you with a click of his tongue. “didn’t i tell you to stay still, princess?”

you parted your lips to respond but could only moan languidly as his fingers easily pushed themselves into you, crooking and perfectly prodding against your sweet spot.

“do my fingers feel too good? is it too much for you, pretty?” he mocked with a fake pout, drawing his fingers out before pushing back in. you felt his hand drop from your hair to reach for something and with a push of a button, the table lowered itself smoothly.

moments later you were on your knees, facing away from him, hips pulled up and chest pushed down. some time while he moved you to this position, he managed to remove your skirt and bra. your nipples brushed against the cold surface of the table, shuddering at the feeling combined with one of his hands kneading your ass intently while the other ran down the length of your spine. as he got to the small of your back, he pushed down a little harder, making your back arch.

“hm, so pretty and perfect,” he hummed as his clothes and very much erected cock pressed against your flushed core. you let out a broken whine, burying your face into your forearm comfortably, his fingers sliding through your folds again and spreading them apart. he groaned at the sight, your wetness glistening in the neon lighting of the clinic, spread between your thighs messily, needy hole fluttering.

when he finally pressed his tip into you and eased his way in, your breath hitched followed by a moan of his name, hands clenching as you pushed back against him. he steadied your hips with his hands, eyes rolling back from your tightness as he bottomed out and stilled to revel in the feeling if you wrapped around him for a moment.

butterflies roared in your stomach as he leaned down and kissed the top of your spine sloppily, pulling out before rolling his hips against yours. you weren’t used to this angle, especially not with someone as huge as him, but your embarrassing amount of arousal made it easy for him to move. you cursed softly, a string of whines and moans falling from your swollen lips as his fingers dug into your hips and his teeth explored your upper back, licking and sucking and biting marks into your skin.

“f-fuck, you feel s-so good.” he moaned, forehead dropped between your shoulder blades for a moment before he straightened up again, pulling your hips against his harshly as he thrusted into you, teeth sunk in his bottom lip.

not long after that you felt a knot quickly tightening in your abdomen, feeling your breath knocked out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. one of his arms wrapped around your waist before venturing lowers so he could rub at your clit quickly, the knot drawing tighter and tighter until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“y-yunho- i’m g-gonna-“

“let go, baby. go on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he cut you off, voice gentle despite his rough movements, snapping the waistband of your panties against you, “you’ll cum for me, won’t you? i’m making you– fuck, i’m making you feel so good, right? p-please cum, baby, just let go.”

his words egged you on and soon enough you did as he said, shuddering and clenching and squealing as you came all over his cock, your juices drooling down his length as he continued pounding into you. his hand left your clit to grab your hips tightly, chasing his own high now that you finished. knowing what he needed, you clenched around him rhythmically, whimpering softly because you knew he liked the sound.

without warning, he spilled himself inside you, filling you up with his hot release. your combined panting and shivers filled the area as he emptied himself. once he collected himself, he pulled out slowly, shuddering as he did so before tucking your panties back into place before his cum could seep out of you. he flipped you around easily and found your lips.

you kissed each other lazily for a while, mind foggy after your orgasms. you gasped against his lips softly as you felt his fingers press right on the fabric covering your hole.

“if you can keep everything in while i close up, i’ll take you to my place for another round… or maybe a few more,” he kissed your cheek, reaching to the side and giving you your clothes before tucking himself back into his pants, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

you giggled, also kissing his cheek in return. “i’d like that, actually. you have a really good dick.”

“is that so? good thing a pretty girl like you only deserves the best.”

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[leluxiboi]

Look, I can handle bots following me. Simple, gives me something to do. But bots posting under 50 different fandom tags, clogging up the latest posts? Unforgivable.