#i have THOUGHTS!!!

[strscrossed]

let’s talk about gothkasa pleaseeeee

[apoptoses]

hello would you be so kind as to grace us with a sneak peek of your fic for queens of the damned 👉👈

HELLO yes!!! anything for you for making such a cool event!! 🥹 it's just like 5k of armand eating daniel out on her period in a drug store bathroom lmao but i hope you're into what i have so far!!

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Look.

Daniel is helpless against the command. She holds her breath, opens her eyes just a crack. She catches sight of Armand’s eyes first but it’s her mouth that captures her fascination, the blood on her teeth.  Armand licks the red from her fangs and Daniel shudders at how flat her expression is. Unreadable. No reaction to the taste at all and Daniel can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

It’s a distraction, though. A different track for her mind to run down and it dulls the ache just a little when her uterus contracts. Her fingers contract on Armand’s wrists with it but her focus is on the lips brushing over her thigh. They’re pale when she’s underfed, Daniel knows that, but that’s hidden beneath her frosty pink lipstick, the red smears of Daniel’s blood. Daniel wants them between her legs so bad she pushes her hips forward against Armand’s hands.

You’re surprisingly eager for this, considering how mortifying you found it to remove your clothing.

“Shut up,” Daniel says behind gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in her not to groan when Armand’s fangs graze her flesh. “It helps sometimes. Getting off. It makes the cramps go away for a bit.”

A huff of tepid breath hits her thigh. Armand squeezes her hip hard enough her thumb-print will be bruised in Daniel’s skin after, and Daniel looks forward to that. In the morning she’ll dig her fingers into the mark and revel in the hurt. She’ll probably reach down between her legs and rub herself off to the memory of this, maybe she’ll even stick her fingers under the tap so they’re cool as Armand’s lips.

Is that all that appeals to you about the act? My serving as a temporary analgesic?

Armand kisses the tender spot where her stomach meets her hip. She licks cold (so fucking cold, technically she’s a corpse isn’t she-) right above her public hair and just when Daniel is soaked so wet she’s afraid she’s going to start dripping with it, Armand nuzzles her face into her curls. She locks eyes with Daniel and for the first time that night breathes in.

Armand can’t transmit scent with her mind, just images, but Daniel can picture what she smells. Heat and salt and the metallic tang of her blood. The sweet, animalistic note of arousal. Daniel knows it well. Armand has shoved her fingers deep inside her and then made her suck them clean enough times she knows the scent and taste of her own pheromones by heart.

“What appeals to you about this, Daniel? Tell me,” Armand demands.

Her nose is pressed to Daniel’s pubic bone. Her mouth is so close to her clit Daniel swears she can feel her lips brush against it with her words.

Inside her abdomen it feels as if her organs are stitched together, one giant web of pain. It doesn’t stop her from burning with want, though. Increases the need, maybe, overwhelming her with the desire for a distraction, something, anything to take her mind off the ache. Daniel thrusts her hips forward uselessly. She works her tongue against the roof of her mouth and tries to find an answer to Armand’s question. It’s damn near impossible when her brain can’t focus on anything above her waist.

“It’s just-“ Daniel begins. Her heart hammers against her ribs. “You’re so fucking perfect. And I’m-“

Mortal. Messy. Not feminine enough to be called beautiful, not masculine enough to be one of the guys. Someone stuck in between and not fitting in anywhere, with her boys’ briefs and her full and aching tits hidden beneath a sweatshirt that’s two sizes too big. Not short haired like Liza Minelli but like she’s fresh from the barber. Un-womanly as they come but still suffering from the same shit every month, the blood and the cramps and the blemishes at the edge of her jaw.

Daniel thinks it all but she doesn’t say it. And she fucking prays that for once Armand has the good grace not to repeat her own thoughts right back to her face. If she does Daniel thinks she’ll crumble and break right here in the drug store toilet.

Armand tips her head back so that her auburn curls fall behind her shoulders. She sits back on her heels, parts her lips. Sticks her tongue out so Daniel can see it, so she can’t miss it when Armand gets in close and licks into her folds.

“God, oh god,” is all Daniel can gasp as she clutches at the back of Armand’s head.

[mansdominerad]

Just finished Thirteen Storeys and all I can think about is how much I want to discuss it with @5fragments 👀 the tma structure parallels..........

[blxcklxdge]

watched one scene of albert and cooper and ur not gonna tell me albert isn't in love with this charming little special agent

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Every time I think my Good Omens obsession may calm down again it comes back in full force

Thinking about some scenes in S2 that I knew paralleled each other but I realised on the way back from work just how much they parallel each other so full waffle post coming in a few minutes! (maybe?)

[swordancr]

i think about the many ways in which eilistraee is similar to both selune and shar and i gnaw on them

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[mochasucculent]

Dumb thing that would not leave my brain

[yaknowlikenyah]

We need to bring back the bait fish because sometimes it feels like yall can't tell when someone is trolling you

Look at him! He's so cute and he knows that someone posting stupid, brain dead or offensive comments is just trying to get you mad, and you should make fun of them for that.

We as a website need him back in our lives

[kiddokori]

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[depressedlochnessmess]

im sure this has been done already but uh mimiku

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.