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rq-producerperson · 11 months ago
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Thoughts on The Magnus Protocol people going to DashCon 2, if it starts really coming together?
I did not know there was a DashCon 2 coming. I felt like the OG DashCon was an attempt at a Stranger ritual, foiled by the Lonely…
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lazylittledragon · 2 months ago
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cutting it verrrrryyy close this time around but i managed to squeeze in a makeup test for drizzt!!
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con-the-kobold · 20 days ago
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BEHOLD! my little man!!
I'm so glad he's mostly finished. He was a bitch to make, especially after I sprained my left wrist... but that's fine!
Anyway, I'm working on the rest of the cosplay to go with him (I probably won't take pictures of that), so ciao!
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neottia-orchids · 7 months ago
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Happy new year folks!! 🥳🥳 Come get your kisses in!😘😘
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maedre13 · 30 days ago
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toutallyahoe · 4 months ago
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━ mine ,, eleceed
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requested by: – pairing(s): kayden break x male reader word count: 484 warnings: cursing, pet names (kitty for kayden, monster and asshole for you <3), choking, dub con (implied), hate sex (implied), mindbreak (implied), marathon sex (implied) a/n: believe it or not, im still alive and like a false prophet, i am not sorry for not sticking to my promises on staying around here
ngl, i dont know how to write anymore but eh, heres a short drabble i wrote months back for a special someone <333
anyways, for a bitch who has a manhwa for a theme, you would think i would write for more manhwas lol
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A harsh gasp left Kayden's lips as his body collapsed onto the covers of the bed, tears in his eyes as he clutched onto the white sheets like his life depended on it. And with what was happening right now, Kayden no doubt thought that so too. Kayden's eyes widened when he felt hands held onto his hips and harshly pulled him back, eliciting an uncharacteristic squeak from him.
"Where do you think you're going, kitty?" Kayden couldn't stop his body from shuddering as he felt you loomed behind, pressing closer to him so that he could feel your nude body against him. "We aren't done yet."
"Monster..." Kayden groaned as he felt your cock slide easily against his wet, gaping hole as cum and lube dripped from his ass to his thighs and then onto the bed. Kayden closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing, trying to adjust back to the feeling of being filled up by your cock again. Fuck, he felt so full— why did you have to be so well endowed?!? Kayden could barely manage to adjust to it earlier, and even when his hole was loose from your pounding, it still stretched him. It was painful... it was fucking addicting.
Kayden hates it. He hated you so fucking much.
"F-fuck!" Kayden gasped as he snapped his eyes open. "Sl... slow down, y-you asshole!" Kayden squealed as you wasted no time pounding onto him, giving him no time to adjust long as you harshly thrust in and out of him. A deep chuckle left your lips as you bit into Kayden's shoulder, making sure to bite down hard to bruise. Kayden let out a yelp from that.
"Asshole!"
It was hard to breathe. Kayden was having difficulty breathing as he felt his head spin. His entire body was tired, so, so tired. But it wasn't over yet. Not when your big hand wrapped oh so tightly on his throat, practically choking him out, holding on to him so possessively that it hurts. Not when he felt like the air was punch out of his lungs each time you harshly thrust your cock deep in him, like you had a fucking mission to kill him through this. And with how you were, Kayden wouldn't fucking put it pass you to do so. You were a fucking freak like that in Kayden's eyes. And your next words really doesn't change that thought from Kayden's mind.
"Mine." Was what you only said through this. Saying it like it was a fact as you lap your tongue onto the bruises and marks you made on Kayden's neck, the metallic taste of Kayden's blood made you smile. Kayden was yours like you had said. Yours. Your prey. And no one can change that in your eyes, not when you have the Kayden Break at the mercy of your finger tips.
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eleonorpiteira · 9 months ago
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Photo from New York Comic Con 2024, courtesy of @luguardio 😁
aka: HUGE Penguin Random House booth with the covers I painted!!!
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yandereheathen · 8 months ago
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The Cost of Protection [Yandere elf guard x Fem Reader] 18+ Chapter #2
Hoi! Hasn't it been forever? I got the bug again for this boy, and I think maybe Korm :> a little part #2, and I have #3 in the making for later this week! Thank you for all the asks. You are the people I wanted to make this for! approx 1,570 words Warnings: Non-con/kissing/ some violence, obsessive treatment, death threats. As always, I do not endorse relationships like this. It is just for fun! Please do not read in a rough state of mind.
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A bitter chill clung to Barovia as you stepped out from your tavern, coin pouch clasped tightly in hand. Hope was scarce in these lands, but you held onto the thought of escaping Maverick’s grasp, even if it was just for a few hours of peace. The market streets were eerie in the early morning light, deserted but for a few drifting souls, hollow-eyed and battered by the bleakness of life under Strahd’s rule. You made your way to the stalls, intending to pick up a few supplies, something fresh and maybe something to brighten up the tavern. Your hand was already reaching for the vendor’s apples when you felt a rough tug at your waist, and before you could react, your coin pouch was gone. You spun around, catching sight of the thief’s shadow darting around a corner. “Stop! Come back here!” you yelled, but your voice barely echoed in the empty streets, swallowed by the mist and despair that never lifted in Barovia. Swallowing your pride, you made your way to the nearest guard post. Two Barovian guards lounged by the door, their eyes cold and bored as they watched your approach. You took a breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking.
“Please, I need help,” you began, voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it louder would make the shame sting more. One guard sneered, his gaze sliding over you with disdain and dark interest. He stepped closer, grabbing the fabric of your shirt between his rough fingers and pulling you nearer, his breath hot against your cheek. “I can think of a way you might earn some help, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grin twisting with something sinister. Before you could protest, the second guard nudged him with a sigh. “Nah, she’s Maverick’s girl,” he muttered, giving you an appraising look. “He’ll be pissed if we touch her. Go crawl back to him if you want help so bad.” They shoved you off, sending you stumbling back a step as they laughed, their voices fading into the mist. Gritting your teeth, you stomped your foot in frustration. “Bastards,” you spat under your breath. Straightening your shirt, you tried to collect yourself, brushing off their words as you turned back toward your tavern. Back inside, you searched through your small collection of trinkets, fingers grazing over rings and pendants, hoping you’d stashed away enough to sell and make up for the lost coins. But just as you reached into the drawer, you felt a cold sensation on your thigh—the hilt of a sword lifting the edge of your skirt. “Hmm… black today,” a familiar, chilling voice purred from behind. “Trying to shut someone out?” You jumped, spinning around, pressing yourself against the wall as your heart hammered in your chest. There he was, Maverick, still in his guard uniform, looking every bit the devil with that smirk across his face. “I heard you had some trouble today, little bunny.” His voice was low, dripping with mock sympathy, as he set down a small pouch on the table beside you. Your pouch—the one that had been stolen. But now, it was splattered with minor, fresh stains of blood. “A gift,” he purred, drawing closer, his golden eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. Before you could respond, his arms closed around you, trapping you in an iron embrace. You tried to twist away, hands pushing at his chest, but his grip was unyielding. “Please… let go,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. “No,” he replied, voice heavy with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. His teeth sank into your shoulder, the sharp pain blossoming as you felt his teeth break the skin. You screamed, the sound filling the small room as blood seeped from the wound, trailing down your chest in warm rivulets. He groaned, his breath hitching with sick satisfaction as he licked the blood from your skin, his hold tightening, crushing you against him. You struggled, pushing, desperate to escape, but his grip grew firmer, his amusement rumbling against your skin. He pulled back, his face inches from yours, a twisted smile playing on his bloodstained lips. “Remember this, little bunny,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “You’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you, help you, or save you. You belong to me.”
Maverick’s fingers grazed over your collarbone, the roughness of his touch stark against the soft skin he’d just marred. His gaze bore into yours, a wicked satisfaction glinting in those golden eyes, watching for every hint of your reaction. You held your breath, your pulse racing as he drew closer, his lips brushing your jawline, his voice a low whisper. “Do you understand, little bunny?” he murmured, his tone carrying an unsettling gentleness that only heightened your discomfort. You clenched your fists, refusing to give in to the sway of his words. Your body tensed as you pushed against him, struggling to twist out of his grasp. But he didn’t budge, his hand pressing against the small of your back, holding you in place with an ease that both frustrated and frightened you. “Stop fighting me,” he purred, his voice soft but commanding, his hand slipping from your back to trace the curve of your hip. You squirmed under his grip, a fierce glare on your face as you met his eyes. “Let go of me,” you hissed, anger masking the flickers of betrayal that your body was beginning to reveal. Heat rose to your skin as his touch lingered, his fingers pressing into you with a possessive intensity that sent unwanted shivers down your spine. You fought the reaction, the betrayal of your body, the way your skin seemed to tingle under his touch despite every protest in your mind. “Why must you resist?” he murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of your throat, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of hesitation and rebellion in your stance. His hands traced down, capturing your wrists, pinning them against the wall beside your head, his face mere inches from yours. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it,” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. His grip tightened, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. Every inch of your body seemed to betray you, the warmth of his touch igniting sensations you’d instead have denied, your pulse quickening even as you struggled to pull away. He leaned in, his mouth ghosting over your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers along your skin. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice soft but unyielding. His hand moved, tracing the lines of your body with a dark reverence, savoring the tension, the resistance, the way your breath caught with every touch. You fought the sensations, the rebellion in your mind conflicting with the stir of warmth spreading through you, your body’s involuntary response only fueling the twisted satisfaction in his gaze. He leaned closer, his hands trailing down your sides, his touch both rough and reverent, as if claiming each part of you with a dark insistence. “See, even your body understands,” he murmured, his fingers pressing into you with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving yours. Despite every struggle and protest, you couldn’t deny how your pulse raced under his touch, the heat rising against your will. He grinned, having enough, and pushed you down, falling to your ass when he had you mesmerized. “Now. Show me how thankful you are, bunny, for me helping you.” the fabric on his pants was rough and slightly dirty from the mud as your cheek was rubbed with this clothed cock. He lets out a shivering moan. “so soft…but I want to feel something softer.”
You start shaking and crying as you feel his veins and skin sliding in and out of your mouth, young and then lips in a popping noise. He is not as gentle as when he first started clear. A need inside him was burning, screaming to get out, and your mouth would take the punishment of it. Every thrust of your head bounced painfully at the wall, you let out a cry, and he gets rougher now, grabbing your hair and dragging you back and forth. The worst part is. Not that you can’t breathe. Not the pain in your head. But the warm, dizzy feeling in your head and the…warmth dripping on your legs. The room spun, fear blurring your vision as his words sank in, the weight of your captivity closing in, suffocating and inescapable as you felt his cum down your throat. "Mine"
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r-aindr0p · 1 month ago
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Other batch of art I have yet to ad color to, and I have only tomorrow left kinda to do it all, previous arts included :))) Still keeping my Ib propaganda up even if two people recognizes the game every year at the con + yuppie psycho propaganda too because I have encountered literally no one yet that has played and loved this game but it's like ??? it's such a good horror rpg ??? hgrdjhesfhhgjfksd (and the next game from YuppieP devs are working on a horror rpg around cults ?? I'm so ready)
And everything else has it's reputation already, cookies, more popular horror rpgs that I love as well (even if yume nikki is more ?? experimental than horror tbh) And Caldarus from fields of mistria :)) soon dateable dragon
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crouteann · 11 months ago
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more yuristrahd after our very belated dinner with strahd… kasimir saw ana kissing uriels forehead and put a knife to his throat after she left… he is not happy that theyre close and uriel was hiding it from the party. he accidentally broke one of uriels pearl necklaces in the process :) strahd was normal afterward of course
hang in there uriel!
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tampire · 2 years ago
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#Bi Panic
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stupidsexygrizzop · 2 months ago
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we all remember that Ame's curse smelled like Eioghorain right.right. we all remember that Steel admitted to being the one to make those diagrams smell artificially like Eioghorain right
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nuttyinternetsheep · 6 months ago
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...Guys...? What did you do? Do you have a man in your basement?
And is he..... ...You know......
✧˖° Capable of listening to reason? °˖✧
first, prev, next
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His PHDs did not prepare him for this shit...
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sweetybaty · 2 months ago
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Hice esto en un whiteboard publico de una amiguita Dibujaron mucho, pero mi juventud ya no da para mucho JSHDKAJSHDAKJSHDAKJSDHASKJDH
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morrigan-sims · 7 months ago
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The Moon
upright: intuition, uncertainty, confusion, secrets reversed: fear, deception, anxiety, misunderstanding
[right-side-up version of the reversed version under the cut]
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Of course I had to do a tarot card for Carrion, but I wasn't sure what one to do until my dear beloved friend Angel (who happens to play Valeska, the little warlock who has completely disarmed Carrion) suggested the moon.
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Not only is this card perfect for Carrion, I love it because I get to play with and subvert the typical idea of a moon + transformation combo, a werewolf. (Carrion's transformation isn't tied to the moon, but yk.) For example, his "monstrous" form is pictured with the new moon, and his "normal" form is pictured with the full moon, which is the reverse of the typical werewolf lore. Which is fitting given that Carrion's "monstrous" form is the hidden secret.
The meanings of the reversed card are just so fucking perfect for Carrion and his transformation. He's dead set on killing his former mentor who left him for dead in chains. But the whole thing is at heart a huge misunderstanding, because Theodore really didn't have any other option. (He was duty- and oath-bound to protect the rest of the Order, and given that Carrion Reverence had just attacked a member of the Order, he had to choose between Reverence and the many other people he was sworn to protect. It wasn't an easy decision, to the point where he literally lost his divine magic because of regret from leaving Reverence behind, but from the perspective of a Knight Commander, it was the right one.)
And the fear and anxiety are pretty self-explanatory. People are afraid of Carrion's transformation, but he's maybe even more afraid of their reactions. He doesn't want to be experimented on or killed or locked away somewhere. While he hated his transformation at first because he thought it made him a monster (and he still carries more internalized self-loathing than he'd ever admit out loud), now he sees it as a tool, a weapon, a way to protect himself and keep himself safe from anyone who might want to hurt or capture him. (Ignoring the fact that without the transformation no one would want to do those things to him...)
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raggedy-spaceman · 2 years ago
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Nothing to see here, just Izzy sticking a knife into his own peg leg because... it looks cool I guess?
Requested by @stravaganza
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