#i warn y'all

[houseofchalamet]

i'm trying to fight the second one but THE VOICES-

[razzygoat]

Fandom when the character advertised as a terrible person acts like a terrible person

[jenzpanderart]

Where it all began

[ministarfruit]

pleased to announce that I have finished omori and feel very normal about siblings right now

[itsallaboutbl]

Ngern Anupart as Arthit The Sun From Another Star, Official Pilot

+ bonus

[mallyreallylikesjinx]

"Miss me?"

Yandere!Jinx x Reader

TW: Season 1 Jinx, kidnapping, violence, threats of violence, guilt tripping, emotional manipulation, use of restraints, bipolar episode? (Idk how to describe it exactly)

The freezing cold and pale hand on your shoulder should not have been the first indication that she had found you again.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't dare turn around.

"You better have a good excuse, angel." She spits out the name, like she just spoke the name of Caitlyn Kiramann. "Or I can't promise your bones'll be intact." Maybe you did have a good excuse, but it definitely would not be an excuse that would appease her.

You don't say anything. You practically can feel Jinx sneer, "That's what I thought." All possible togetherness in her tone was thrown out the window.

Another freezing cold object is placed next to your temple. You don't think it's another hand.

"What's that Zapper?" She asks, it's hard to tell if she's actually talking to her gun or just fucking with you. They're equally as possible with her. "Take Y/N home? What a great idea!"

Jinx's gun hits your head hard, and just like that you're out stone cold.

You wake up right back to where you started. Annoying.

You can hear Jinx's sobbing echoing through her hideout. She stops once she locks eyes with your tied up form.

There is no snarky or cheerful comment as she walks up to you. Only a bitter, bitter laugh. "I thought you were different." Jinx huffs out, "I thought you loved me." She smiles as if she was being funny.

Tears prick her eyes and she lets out a mangled moan of pain.

"But you're just like everyone else, aren't you?" Her tone is rising, and you are petrified, "Always leaving, always abandoning!”

"SHUT UP!" She screeches, setting off an explosive just a bit too close to you. She rubs her face, like she's trying to claw her skin off, "I can't think!"

"Am I not enough for you?" She sobs, an unnerving contrast to her personality two seconds ago. "I'll be better-I promise anything you want from me..."

She drops to your feet, she looks pathetic.

"Just... please don't leave me," Her hands hover around your face, aching to feel you, "not like she did."

And for some reason, you comforted her.

[minibuntinnyoffi]

Have I ever told you that I can animate?

I drew my lil persona hugging Doey becuz why not? He needs a lotta hugs (and you should hug him too)

It was worth wasting time on this, I love it sm😭💖

[hemi-demi]

Working on a short comic ❤️ trying some new stuff, and it might take a second, but so far so good!

[whiskeyteethart]

🐊🤡

impel down arc was fun

[daemon-in-my-head]

At last, here it is. A while ago, I had the pleasure of commissioning the wonderful @lokorum to portray my beloved idiots in all of their tragic glory.

So without further ado, after months, here's the first chapter of my durgetash-centred, possibly very long, post-canon Genfic (cuz even if he's not featured in the picture, he's very much the one behind it, and yes, I said genfic but they do fuck, there's just also other themes that are more important than whatever it is those guys got going on).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63147115

Rated M; further elaboration, summary etc behind the cut.

As per usual, please mind the tags. This is rated mature and may turn explicit depending on—let's be so fr—nothing but my mood. It IS a tragedy. I know how it ends. Trust me when I stress the tragedy part. I'm writing this story through tears at times. There's fluff, there is hurt comfort, there is true old man yaoi but there is just as much 'doves that aren't simply dead but rotten' and pain.

So to everyone who's not scared shitless yet (which is very valid), here's a summary:

The year is around 1530 DR. The once-revered and reformed Bhaalspawn returns to the city he had both saved and nearly doomed, emerging from his exile in the Underdark. Though he claims to seek only rest, the city's de facto ruler, Archduke Gortash, sees through the monster’s carefully crafted facade. Perhaps if the elf had never saved the Banite all those years ago—when he was little more than a blurred and distant memory—his own fate might have unfolded differently, perhaps even more mercifully. But regrets have long since lost their weight. The past is immutable, and all that remains—all that truly matters to him now—is the purpose that once again draws him into this treacherous den.

And on a personal note; I'm still squealing and shoving this artwork into the face of everyone I meet irl. I absolutely adore it. I'm not sure I'll be stopping with that soon. You will see reblogs.

Again. Tragedy. I mean it. There's fluffy moments, but I will absolutely exploit them to enhance the pain. I'm dead serious about Bhaal being able to learn from me. I caused his kid more agony than he could ever dream of delivering. And I haven't even shared the worst parts yet.

Edit: I also mean the psychological warfare tag. It's my guilty pleasure. And whatever over one year of obsession amounts to.

[hellonearthtoday]

y'all they got me . I'm outsiders posting for real

Im not really into shipping yk I'm not about that life, but something about purly is actually crazy. like girl ................wait..... this is kind of interesting. dumb ass name tho

Shepard's are poc to me (afrolatino) because I kinda didn't know who they were for a bit and if you faceless to me you're poc until proven otherwise 😕 my bad I don't mean to 😕 I'm right though

[gingermintpepper]

In my Zeus bag today so I'm just gonna put it out there that exactly none of the great Ancient Greek warrior-heroes stayed loyal and faithful and completely monogamous and yet none of them have their greatness questioned nor do we question why they had the cultural prominence that they did and still do.

Jason, the brilliant leader of the Argo, got cold feet when it came to Medea - already put off by some of her magic and then exiled from his birthland because of her political ploys, he took Creusa to bed and fully intended on marrying her despite not properly dissolving things with Medea.

Theseus was a fierce warrior and an incredibly talented king but he had a horrible temper and was almost fatally weak to women. This is the man who got imprisoned in the Underworld for trying to get a friend laid, the man who started the whole Attic War because he couldn't keep his legs closed.

And we cannot at all forget Heracles for whom a not inconsiderable amount of his joy in life was loving people then losing the people around him that he loved. Wives, children, serving boys, mentors, Heracles had a list of lovers - male and female - long enough to rival some gods and even after completing his labours and coming down to the end of his life, he did not have one wife but three.

And y'know what, just because he's a cultural darling, I'll put Achilles up here too because that man was a Theseus type where he was fantastic at the thing he was born to do (that is, fight whereas Theseus' was to rule) but that was not enough to eclipse his horrid temper and his weakness to young pretty things. This is the man that killed two of Apollo's sons because they wouldn't let him hit - Tenes because he refused to let Achilles have his sister and Troilus who refused Achilles so vehemently that he ran into Apollo's temple to avoid him and still couldn't escape.

All four of these men are still celebrated as great heroes and men. All four of these men are given the dignity of nuance, of having their flaws treated as just that, flaws which enrich their character and can be used to discuss the wider cultural point of what truly makes a hero heroic. All four of these men still have their legacies respected.

Why can that same mindset not be applied to Zeus? Zeus, who was a warrior-king raised in seclusion apart from his family. Zeus who must have learned to embrace the violence of thunder for every time he cried as a babe, the Corybantes would bang their shields to hide the sound. Zeus learned to be great because being good would not see the universe's affairs in its order.

The wonderful thing about sympathy is that we never run out of it. There's no rule stopping us from being sympathetic to multiple plights at once, there's no law that necessitate things always exist on the good-evil binary. Yes, Zeus sentenced Prometheus to sufferation in Tartarus for what (to us) seems like a cruel reason. Prometheus only wanted to help humans! But when you think about Prometheus' actions from a king's perspective, the narrative is completely different: Prometheus stole divine knowledge and gifted it to humans after Zeus explicitly told him not to. And this was after Prometheus cheated all the gods out of a huge portion of wealth by having humans keep the best part of a sacrifice's meat while the gods must delight themselves with bones, fat and skin. Yes, Zeus gave Persephone away to Hades without consulting Demeter but what king consults a woman who is not his wife about the arrangement of his daughter's marriage to another king? Yes, Zeus breaks the marriage vows he set with Hera despite his love of her but what is the Master of Fate if not its staunchest slave?

The nuance is there. Even in his most bizarre actions, the nuance and logic and reason is there. The Ancient Greeks weren't a daft people, they worshipped Zeus as their primary god for a reason and they did not associate him with half the vices modern audiences take issue with. Zeus was a father, a visitor, a protector, a fair judge of character, a guide for the lost, the arbiter of revenge for those that had been wronged, a pillar of strength for those who needed it and a shield to protect those who made their home among the biting snakes. His children were reflections of him, extensions of his will who acted both as his mercy and as his retribution, his brothers and sisters deferred to him because he was wise as well as powerful. Zeus didn't become king by accident and it is a damn shame he does not get more respect.

[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: dubcon, naga x 3rd POV, smut, fang penetration, hemipenes (is that a warning cuz like it's a snake but justin cases) word count: 3403 work - one shot

     Staring up the long length of scale and muscle, she tried very hard not to look lower. Where a bulge was becoming more pronounced, a slit she hadn’t even noticed beginning to slowly open. She could smell it now, a musky spicy scent that made her mouth water, hand lifting quickly to cover it as if he could see the inner workings. Last time she checked, staff really weren’t supposed to enter the enclosures. 

     Mostly because they didn’t want to pay out the exorbitant life insurance policy, but also because it disturbed the creature's feeling of safety. Which was laughable now, forcing herself to meet the naga’s gaze as his body undulated when he moved closer. She was actually here for the other one, the sweet one who lost her arms trying to escape the enclosure. 

     And him. 

“Listen, I was just checking in because you were-’ a pause.

     Because that had been the problem, she’d been unsure what he’d been doing with the small naga. But coils upon coils had been smashing about, and if they were finally mating it needed to be confirmed so they could start tracking the female’s body in case she managed to lay eggs. 

     No other reason, obviously.

     But he wasn’t interested in talking, at least not to her, swaying side to side as he slowly lowered himself to eye level, fingers gripping her chin and squeezing to force her jaw open farther. A chill ran down her spine watching his own mouth open, the saliva in his mouth like a slick pool that trickled out and dripped towards her own. She wanted to close her mouth, or turn her head, but with the punishing grip found that she couldn’t. 

     Her garbled plea fell on deaf ears, staring up into eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness created by the curtain fall of his hair. A low whimper escaped her when he “kissed” her, his tongue pushed into her mouth, thrusting in and out as his other hand skimmed fingertips along her throat. Down lower to run a claw over a peaked nipple, catching with the tip and she struggled not to let her knees go out from beneath her. 

     What she should be doing was pushing him away, but her muscles weren’t listening to her, weight held by his hold on her jaw. It hurt, but instead of wanting that pain to stop, she wanted more of it. Her entire body seemed to be pulsing, a thrum that started low between her legs and filled her with a heat that made her want to squirm. 

“Because I was what?’ 

     Surprised, he was well known for not talking to anyone, she licked her lips as she tried to remember the answer to his question. What had he been doing? She’d been watching the monitors, and the smaller naga in the enclosure had been tangled in his coils, her upper body shivering and wiggling as she tried to get loose. And when she had gotten free, she’d practically flown away from him, leaving the male jerking and writhing alone.

“You um, you looked like you were in pain.’ 

     The smile that curled his lips made her stomach flutter, stumbling when he released her jaw suddenly. Her feet betrayed her, and she fell backwards, heart hammering in her chest. He was much more intimidating from this angle, feeling the press of his coils against her calves to keep her in place. Which should have caused more panic than it did, not a stirring of excitement that she decided to believe was anxiety. 

“And you wanted to take pity on me?’ His voice circled above her, and that should have been for a cause for concern. But she couldn’t will herself to move. “Perhaps you wanted to help?’

     No! … No? Maybe. A coil pressed against her lower back, arching her body over it, and his claws made surprisingly easy work of the belt at her waist, tossing it and the defensive weapons aside. A part of her was screaming that she needed to do something, if she couldn’t fight then call for help. Her eyelids fluttered feeling something wet and cool slide along the curve of her breast. 

     It wasn’t until the tips of the fangs began to sink into the swell of her breast that she realized it had been his tongue. Her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her and sucked hard, hands lifting slowly to rest on his chest feeling the shudder all along the length of him as he continued to tangle himself around her. 

“Now hol-hold on…’ 

     Later she could say she tried to stop him, feeling the constriction around her loosen for a moment. Shit, he was going to listen to her, except he didn’t. Something was prodding behind her knees, then twining around her left thigh and moving higher. A slow, heavy drag along the seam of her slacks made her cheeks flush as a low throaty hum escaped her. 

“I already am.’ He assured her, feeling another swipe between her legs and realizing it was the tip of his tail sliding along the line of her through fabric. “Mindless animal that I am, I couldn't help but capture the prey that wandered too close.’

     That would have been offensive if not for the fact that she felt very small and helpless. She should be struggling more, especially given she could feel blood trickling into her cleavage. That had to be from the bite, and the suction that had followed, wiggling as the thicker section of the tail pressed hard and scooted her farther over the coil. Her legs tried to press closed but clawed fingertips gripped and pulled them open again. 

“If I were mindless, I’d think you were terrified.’ His head lowered and she watched with wide eyes. “Others have wet their clothing too, but this…’

     Seeing his tongue flick out centimeters away from her covered core made her clench, and she wanted to kick him in the face for the way his eyes crinkled at the edges in cool humor. Amused by her, the clawed tips of his fingers slowly piercing her inner thighs before pressing his mouth to her slacks and sucked hard. 

     Her clit pulsed feeling the scrape of his fangs on either side of it, scraping the inner labia as he bit down harder with a sharp fricative noise in his throat. She needed to say something, anything, before she really got hurt. Her hips shifted, as she tried to move her legs, gasping as she felt the sharp tug at her waist before realizing what had happened. 

     The fabric tore, and the moist air settled on her skin, his hand smoothing up along her stomach to force the fabric up. Two fingers hooked the front of her bra and ripped it open with a tug that jolted her body. The relief was nice though, heels digging into the coils beneath them as he squeezed one breast in a massive hand. 

“A shame your species didn’t evolve for efficiency.’ 

     She didn’t know what that meant, thighs shivering as the tip of his tongue tickled her clit before moving lower and slowly pressing inside. The tip was slim as her pinkie finger, but the farther it pressed inside her the wider it got. Head falling back as she struggled to breathe, a short lived shriek escaped her as he tweaked the nipple sharply as if attempting to twist it off. 

“But perhaps if there’s enough lubricant from one hole it can make do for the other.’ The words were slurred, half his tongue shoved inside her cunt.

     That didn’t make any sense, but she couldn’t think of a proper reason that it didn’t, but it was hard for her to think of anything. Anything other that the slow drag of his tongue inside her, the way the forked tips of his tongue prodded and poked at the spongey bundle of nerves that made her entire body feel like ti was being playfully electrocuted.

     Getting tongue fucked by a naga had not been on any of her bingo cards, not even when she’d been studying cryptobiology and her teacher had brought in a friend of his that had spoken to the class about some of his rarer cousins who were inhumanely being housed for safety. Her attention shot back to the present feeling his tongue moving lower, circling her anus before pressing inside. 

“Wait, wait…’ 

     What the hell was he thinking, her body doing little more than shiver, unable to move her limbs. Trying to remember what species of naga he was, how long the paralytic would last. He used the same meticulous intensity to send those shockwaves through her that he’d done previously, feeling fluid dripping between her cheeks to pool on the scales at her lower back. 

     His hand shifted to her other breast, blind and fumbling, before squeezing and rolling her nipple against the side of his hand with his thumb. Had he realized that the other was too sensitive for that much attention, or was he simply being greedy. Not a clue, couldn’t bother with thinking of anything other than the gut twisting pleasure that was leaving her feel unraveled.

     It surprised her how devastating the loss was when he lifted his head and let her slide down his front. Cheeks flushing at how much fluid smeared across his chest, she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else. And then felt something bumping against her ass cheek, actually two somethings. Finally remembering what had caused most of the class to break down into immature giggles and bawdy whispers to each other. 

     Two. There were two penises. Actually, they were called hemipenes, and she was embarrassed to feel a gush of warmth escape her at the reminder. They were normally quite girthy but not long, except what she was feeling cradling the curve of her ass was both thick and long. Letting him take hold of her wrist, she felt the precum slick head of his cock with her fingers, and wrapped them around the shaft just beneath trying to gauge the size.

“Take care of this for us.’

     A handjob? That was disappointing, feeling the coils shift beneath her, cradling her in a different way as his tongue dove between her cheeks and thrust inside her ass. Sophistication who? Her hips rocked with the aggression, hand moving slowly as it was hard to focus on anything but the cool stretch of his tongue filling her. 

     There was a slight pinch, one of his fangs had sunk in instead of scraping over the skin. Blood trickled down her ass cheek to her hip, her fingers wrapping around his cock head and squeezing. When his body shifted, thrusting the penis into her hand, she yelped in surprise  as he pulled back and the barbs that covered the cock head caught on her palm. She’d forgotten about that too, suddenly hoping this did not go the way that she’d been assuming. 

     But then she also hadn’t assumed that he’d notice her coming in the enclosure given that he was so preoccupied a moment before on the cameras. She’d also made an assumption that unlike the reasons for the warning not to enter enclosures, she’d be smarter than that. Except she hadn’t been, and to her unwarranted surprise, once he’d removed his mouth, he was absolutely forcing the head of his other cock into her spit lubricated ass. 

“You’re taking your sweet time.’ He whispered huskily, the coils along her spine shifting her. “I was attempting to be kind and let you take them one at a time.’ 

     That made sense, but apparently it was too late for that now, his body undulating as he used a hold on her wrist to line up the head of his other penis with her pussy as he lifted her leg to rest his cheek on. Which was nice, a little intimate for a first time, except then he sank his fangs into her calf as she felt his torso roll in a smooth rhythm as he forced the girthy hemipenes inside. 

     Each pull back made her see stars, the soft rasp that was becoming more and more insistent the farther inside they went. The hand that had lifted her leg slowly slid down to her hip, as the other grabbed her other thigh and began rocking in earnest. If the width hadn’t been enough to feel like she was being torn apart, the way the barbs dragged along her walls would do the trick. 

     Fluid gushed out of her with every rock of his hips, her hands desperately scrambling for purchase on his coils trying to get away. It was so much stimulation all at once that she wasn’t sure if it hurt, or felt good, or was killing her. Maybe all of them, nails finally finding purchase only to have his grip tighten and yank her closer. 

     That hadn’t been all of it? Her mind whirled realizing she hadn’t felt scales against the backs of her thighs, spine arching as her legs trembled. How much more was there? She might not even be able to take what he had to offer without dying. There’d been videos and warnings on sites she didn’t like to admit visiting, but she was seeing them in her mind’s eye. 

“Don’t play the coward now, you were so confident before.’ She turned her head to look at him, eyes wide and glassy as her brain fought against her to just shut down. “I liked that.’

     She shouldn’t like the low croon that purred out of this throat and past red glossy lips, her blood that he’d managed to keep pulling from her. Shouldn’t be feeling a familiar friction low in her belly considering every inch of her was full up and he just kept going. She whimpered when he pulled back, claws scraping skin as he yanked her back, breath leaving her in a rush as he finally managed to force his way inside. 

“You’re so warm…’ Her body bounced as he pulled his coils back then dragged her back down onto the two cocks inside her. “So fucking hot it hurts. Is that why you humans are so obsessed with coupling?’

     Was he serious? She wasn’t sure, turning her head and struggling to find a way to bite down as the pain and pleasure spun together like cotton candy. All heat and tumbling confusion, before the pain was sahrp and immediate as her body clenched around the almost too wide cocks inside her. And again, and again, she couldn’t breathe as the pleasure and pain warped together in one tantalizing sensation that kept filling a cup already over full. 

     She wasn’t even sure how long it lasted, unable to focus, unable to breathe, her body shuddering as the sensation became the only thing she could focus on. What little breath remained in her lungs left in a rush as she hit the ground with a thud, wheezing as she tucked her legs up and held herself while she tried to figure out if she was dying or not. 

     When she could take a breath without sobbing, though she wasn’t able to pinpoint why, she looked for the naga and saw no one. Her lower half was numb, but in the weird way that she couldn’t feel it until she moved and then it tingled in warning. Except she couldn’t stay there, looking around her for something to brace against and stand, there was no way she could do it unaided. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.’ A soft voice whispered, and her eyes lifted to see the pale nyanza coloured naga staring at her from the foliage. 

     All she could do was nod, and even that was an effort that she stopped after two nods. Expecting the smaller naga to leave, she started counting to ten, once, and then again before rolling onto her stomach. Mistake, huge mistake, her fingers dug into the dirt as her head spun, breath coming in ragged gasps. Something light and cool gripped her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, also a mistake feeling nausea strike like a blacksmith’s hammer. 

“Why are humans so willing to die just to appease their curiosity?’

     Coils began to wrap around her, and she began to panic, lashing out clumsily even as a startled hiss reached her ears. The last of her newly reserved energy gone, she slumped and found an irritated female face filling her vision. 

“I can’t carry you, you know.’ A sharp tsk, finally managing to drape the woman’s body across her back and making a face. “I should leave you here for someone else to come get you.’ 

     Oh god please no. But the smaller naga was already moving, albeit slowly, and the rocking gesture of her slithering made the woman want to throw up. What doctor did she know that she could go to who wouldn’t ask a veritable fuck ton of questions. Nothing about her condition screamed fun time, except maybe the semen and her own fluid that seemed to still be leaking out of her. That was a lot if she could see it on the ground as they were moving. 

“If you throw up I will leave you to drown in it.’ Came the bitter announcement, the woman realizing that she been unconsciously heaving due to the nausea. 

“Won’t.’

     When the naga huffed softly in reply, she tried not to take it personal. She remembered the small naga’s file. Just like the larger male she was one of the few, if not the last of her species. But scientists had found out that the two could be compatible it might just take a while. Except the male had not been happy about that at all, and had attacked the smaller naga who had still been dazed from the narcotics used to sedate her. 

     They’d tried to get her out, to try again another day, but he’d put a stop to that with such a vicious finality that most weren’t even brave enough to send in his preferred prey to this day. And she had stupidly crept in to watch him jerk off, which she was now willing to admit since so much more than that had happened. 

“You’re getting my scales all sticky!’ The frustration was clear in the naga’s tone, being unceremoniously shrugged off near one of the “hidden” entryways. “It’s not even shedding season so I can’t just- Ugh! Leave.’

     Absolutely, mumbling an offer to turn on the special bathing area usually reserved for aforementioned shedding season to assist the female with the process. Since the lack of arms was very much their fault, and some of the people had felt bad about it. 

     Not the scientists. 

     No, they were still harbouring some ridiculous belief that the male would take pity on the maimed creature and they’d fall in love or lust. Too many harlequin romance novels, the woman was sure of it. Finally escaping the enclosure and kicking the door closed behind her. 

     She was never going to go into an enclosure again, slowly pushing herself to sit with her back supported by the wall. Never, never, never. Tugging off her shirt to put over her lap, the undershirt bearing what could be considered a distressed key hole over her chest, she fell asleep. No one used this entrance anyway because it was too close to where the male naga preferred to rest draped across the sturdy limbs of the tree just nearby. But she’d gotten the worst of it, there wasn’t like he could do anything else now that she was out. 

     There was a tap at the door, swinging ajar before she could move away or answer herself. Fabric was shoved through the partially open door by a familiar red ochre coloured hand, her heart hammering in her chest. But that was all, the door closing with a sharp click after being yanked sharply. 

     It was a little rude that he’d bothered to gather all of it up and return it, as if any memorabilia was disgusting to him. The pants were definitely ruined, but the underwear might still be ok- The clothes were saturated, sticky, and she felt a flash of further indignation pass through her. 

     What a prick.

a/n - my dash is half DC half monster fking with a dash of Bucky Barnes. been a while since I wrote vague 3rd POV

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[b-eye-sexual]

Raaaah it's him! The ghoul! The ghoul from Tokyo! The Tokyo ghoul!

[aemondtargaryens]

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[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

Arcane s2e7 + Long-term nuclear waste warning messages (Wikipedia) For @bluutunes