#how are my dogs real

[rayryebread]

what is actually wrong with my dogs 😭😭😭😭 (this is from months ago but i cant get over it)

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still deep in the episode 7 brainrot. because OH BOY AM I

(also one more extremely, obnoxiously self-referential thing, I'm -- I'm so sorry)

[yaolmao]

simp

[pvmpkinzz]

real picture of me going to bed

[fumifooms]

I don’t like minimizing the importance and gravity of Laios and Toshiro’s fight into just being a childish squabble, even if to a degree it is framed that way, because to both of them it has a lot of personal significance and emotional weight and runs very deep to their characters… The fight isn’t nothing it’s a LOT, they made up but it’s not something easy to express and to get over for either of them which makes it all the more meaningful! I’m on both sides but there very much are sides, there’s no "they’re both having a ball, Toshiro and Laios hand in hand yay" side to the fight, that comes after

The fight with Toshiro WAS very scary to Laios, almost existentially so, but it’s moreso the "I thought I’d made a friend!!" bit and my god. My god actually

Like it’s not "just" about oh his friend liking him less than he thought, THAT IS SO MUCH. It’s a bond he thought he had being a lie it’s all the time and moments spent together either being a lie from his perspective or marred now looking back. It’s not only being upset at Toshiro for lying but upset at himself that he’s so easy to fool, it’s being upset that there’s something so wrong with you that you can’t even tell if your "close buddy" even actually likes you or not, it’s like. Holding my head. He can’t trust his own vision of events that happened do you see. There’s always this film of distrust that it could be a lie that should be there when he interacts with people there’s always this sense of cloak and dagger to expect backstabs out of nowhere because you CAN’T see it coming you CAN’T you CAN’T there’s something about you which makes it impossible so you CAN’T-

He’s so scared of not being able to read people. He knows it’s a weak spot he has, he’s always known. All of these bits are centered around social expectations and betrayals, the assumption that he doesn’t belong either in society or with other humans.

And Laios’ level of awareness is actually sort of complex to analyze, but it’s there, there’s how out of him and Falin he was the one sensitive to the ~aura of hatred~ he felt from the townspeople, there’s of course his nightmares whispering to him about the mocking looks, and how yeah actually he realizes that his gold stripper coworker was taking advantage of him. There’s of course the Winged Lion speech about his trauma and how he fundamentally mistrusts/dislikes humans to some deep seated degree, this distrust that he still keeps under control always. There’s how pre-canon he often wanted to suggest eating monsters but never worked up the courage to bring it up with the others. There’s how he gets across as stoic when he isn’t being enthusiastic…… We don’t know how aware and wary he is exactly in the moment but we do know he has some anxiety around social stuff, and looking back he does notice and aughh augh, the sense you have to hide yourself to not get hurt and be on your guard and shit and.

When you don’t know what to look out for and when to look out for it, the general ‘common sense’ of not always trusting people or noticing when someone’s messing with you becomes hypervigilance in social settings

"Man they really know what you hate huh". Being socially unaware literally plagues him, he knows, he knows it so well.

It’s so quick that it’s almost hard to digest how literal and blatant Laios summoning his monster to crush all the people who’ve hurt him is. His literal go-to coping mechanism for comfort in his literal monster-induced emotionally intense nightmares, saving him by taking away the upsetting element (the humans)

"Monsters are his coping fantasy, where they can whisk him away from humanity, all the hurt it’s caused him and its arbitrary rules" with the subtlety of a brick. Monsters are his comfort safe zone "because they kill humans" yes but no it’s because he pits them as the guardians against humans who to him are in the role of the agressors. To him they represent freedom from the shackles of what it means to be part of humanity, a fundamentally social species

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)

[kokoasci]

finally drew the main doa together :>

[boinday]

A body in the water. A howl in the mist. A community secret. A God waking up. Sybil Kane, a London nurse, is dispatched to the isolated island of Calda off the Irish coast, to care for the grandfather she's never met. She's not built for the task; timid, quiet, and self-sacrificial, her journey across the sea dredges up past horrors she thought were long drowned. In the wake of the Irish Civil War and Free State, she feels like a foreigner on her own soil. The islanders are quick to embrace her – but they have plans for Sybil, plans they don't share out in the open. With only a revolutionary soldier and the local shipwright as allies, Sybil tries to persuade her newfound community to see sense and evacuate their elderly population to the mainland. But their roots are planted deep, and Sybil feels those tendrils growing around her... The longer she stays, the more she belongs. The closer she draws to the grotesque secret they keep hidden at the church...

Very excited to reveal the first teaser image of my novel, The Water Dog! It's been a long time in the making and is probably the most deeply personal story I'll ever tell. A mix of folk-horror and supernatural romance, I think people who've enjoyed my previous stories will be a bit surprised (in a good way I hope!) by this more intense literary experience.

I'll be releasing more updates soon, but this is the reason RTR has been on such a long hiatus. I've been writing like a demon all year to get this finished and edited to a professional standard. I can't wait to show you all more.

[marty--party]

i’ve come to speak my wisdom

[four-pointed-leaf]

love ur human loop, most normal and deranged guy ever, other people drawing human loop in elaborate outfits, meanwhile loop in a big t- shirt and boxers (not to say im not a fan of elaborate outfits on them but like The Contrast (tm))

no literally like dgmw i love loop in Outfits and will probably draw that at some point soon but like. to me post-canon loop is like. a guy who is convinced they are living in the epilogue of their successful clone’s life. Eventually they will slay but it’s gonna take like three years of therapy and probably a considerable amount of lexapro. for now it’s depression fit

[moncouerbrise]

Fyodor X Reader with Wings

Smut, Suggestive, Degrading, Angelwings, Teasing, etc.

You've been very useful to Fyodor for the last few months.

Even if it meant having to be apart of his plan, you've shown how truly powerful one with abnormal features can be.

You've gotten close, quite close actually.

Every now and then going from place to place, as Fyodor uses your true potential to its max.

All he wants to do now is just return the favor, he insists. Especially for how good you've been to him.

“Ah~ S-stop!” He teases your clit with his thumb.

Brushing against it, in small circular motions.

Back arching at the sudden touch of his fingers from his free hand, caressing across your skin.

You can feel how cold they are. how cold he is in particular.

His face not even showing the slightest amount of heat trapped in his face, yet still remaining that sly smirk on his face.

The long amount of time its already been, of him just toying with your body so far. Its got you all worked up. “Please- Please F~Fyodor!”

“Hm…?” He comes close to you, facing and looking at you straight in the eye. Amused, he pats your cheek before grabbing it “Use your words darling. Or we'll be here all day.”

“Please, I need it… I need you! Touch me please-.” Your sudden pleads get interrupted once Fyodor decides to flip to you over.

Causing you to let a whimper as you lay flat on the bed, with your ass facing him. “Arms.” He boldy says.

Reaching for both your hands and holding them down in place behind your back.

Not before he finds something to tie them with. Restricting your movements.

He soon begins to align himself with your entrance, feeling the wetness of his tip against your skin.

His voice is heard again, except this time much more quieter, stern, much more darker.

“You've been such a good girl, you deserve all of this”

He slaps your ass, allowing you to arch your back at him before he grabs ahold of your sides, instantly pushing himself in.

“Ah- Mphm”

Biting down your lip, making sure the others that are outside can't hear the lewd noises.

You start to feel Fyodor begin to move. Reciprocating the same actions.

As he buries himself deep in your pussy, not going fast but rather at a normal pace. Really making sure you take all of himself.

Just as he starts to get more ruthless, his thrusts getting more vigorous every second, he lets go of your hips and hair, and instead holds onto your wings.

Shrieking in arousal, as he continues to pump himself in and out of yourself.

His long hands running through your wings, along your spine. Before giving your ass another slap, resulting in thrusting harder down onto him.

“A-Ah… Im-a close-! Fyo-” He grabs ahold of your wings, making you shut up in an instant.

“Do you want the…-others to hear, is that it-?

His voice can be heard more raspy, as he gets closer to his release as well.

And so is yours, you feel the tightening in your chest and stomach start to form a sensation of pure pleasure.

Ecstasy, that's what it felt like once you felt Fyodors seed all over your back and shooting inside your cunt.

Along with yours, causing a squelching noise as he continues to ride his high.

Your left breathless, panting.

In need of air.

You turn yourself over again, this time your stomach facing Fyodor.

Laying your head to the side, catching your breath.

Eyes fluttering and closing slightly.

It all feels too much.

Like It's all been undone.

“What are you doing?” You feel a grab at your ankle, pulling you to the front of the bed.

He looks at you with his violet eyes, pure lust. That's all he had behind those eyes.

“We still have more to go, dear.”

He gets up from his position and goes over to the door, hearing the small ‘click” as he unlocks it.

He grabs ahold of your shoulders, making you look at him.

“Let's try something different this time.” You try to move from his grip but he doesn't budge at all.

“W-wait what-!?”

“Something more risky. Shall we?”

Requested by Anon

[faunandfloraas]

🐺 v. 😼 © s298125

[squatch-and-stretch]

A very abbreviated summary of relationships for my AU! Or, to summarize even further,

[ray935sworld]

The funniest thing to me is how many misogynistic men try to portrait their views on racing driver cause "you need to be a real/ strong/ traditional man to this" etc and all this "big balls" bullshit and then you look at the driver/ riders and their relationships and they're the baby girl

[pharawee]

Do you still not understand?