#idk who else to add

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Hindu deities I'd like to see more art of:

1. Vasant (DUH)

2. Aranyani

3. Pushan

4. Narasimhi

5. Himavat

6. Mitra-Varuna (TOGETHER)

7. Ratri

8. Dyaus

9. Lakshmi-Mohini

[youngbloodlisk]

angsty, short, minor physical violence (a slap across the face), male bias insert

basically just the scenario i imagined as i was falling asleep last night.

He kisses me.

He kisses me hard, with deep intent and passion. It's not just him trying to prove his stupid point. It's him wanting to kiss me.

I kiss back, almost unbeknownst to myself. As if it wasn't a conscious me falling victim to his charm. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself afterwards.

The kiss lasts for about 10 seconds. I pull away fast, semi-gasping in the process, and instantly slapping him across the face.

He's silent as I walk away, but he soon follows me into the other room.

He finds me just standing there, facing the wall and breathing deeply. He stands next to me, remaining silent for a moment. We both just stare at the wall. No eye contact...

"You can't just keep pretending. What's so bad about wanting to be with me?"

I don't say anything.

"What's the problem with me, huh?"

"Can you just shut up?"

"No! I can't. I can't shut up when you kiss me like that and still pretend that you don't like me. So why? Is it just some 'feelings are hard' bullshit?"

"If I say yes, can we stop talking about this?"

He's silent again, allowing that question to simply fade out before speaking again.

"Be honest with me for once in your life. Can you do that?" He takes my lack of response as a yes and proceeds, now turning his whole body to face me as I continue looking at the wall. But I can see him in my peripheral vision. "If I kissed you again, would you push me away?"

The question weighs heavy in the air as he steps closer to me and the tension between us grows.

"If I kissed you again... just like I did a minute ago... would you hit me again?"

I lose my staring contest with the wall, finally turning my head to face him, with full intention to hold a stern expression and give him a confident "yes" in response...

But there's something about his eyes. There's just something about the soul those eyes look into that causes me to soften in my already vulnerable state. I truly believe my desire for him is the worst thing about me.

And so, even though if you asked me today, I would swear up and down that I acted against my conscience will...

I kiss him.

[growling]

the way this website treats disabled people is actually horrendous

[wren-kitchens]

on the last day of pride month i'd like to remind people that people are ALLOWED to be repulsed by sex. no theyre not puritans, no theyre not saying no one should have sex, no theyre not claiming that all sex is evil and wrong. please properly tag posts about sexual topics (yes even if theyre just jokes. not everyone wants to see that) and stop assuming that EVERYONE who dislikes sex is either a prude or overly santised

[zagreus-eats-your-bread]

40+ year old men irl love me because i watched so many old sci-fi shows and they can talk to me about them but once they do they eventually realize i like them in a really cringe and gay way which is why they also hate me

[kaiserouo]

nom nom nom

[bugtoast]

So i was looking around tumblr, and i found @squidflavoredsoup 's posts and like??? y'all i didn't know i wasn't alone in having this weird triangular guy in my house!!

seriously though, what is he even doing here???? how'd he even get inside???? where did he come from, cotton-eye joe???

[gothghostiie]

Ohhhhh @ the person who posted that ovipositoj ask THANK you I’ve been meaning to ask about that FOOOOOREVERRRRR but I was so scared I’d get shamed

Ughhhh not me thinking about whoever (dealer’s choice) with a hybrid gf of an egg-laying species, maybe like a snake or bird or fish, who’s egg bound and the only way to get the eggs out is by stimulating her clit or smth idk stop me if im going too far

- 🐟

I am OFFENDED that you think you'd be shamed here /j

cw: hybrid!fem!reader, ovipostion;reader lays bigger eggs, ambiguous partner (only described as they, so it could be anyone <3)

mm them being so eager to help their little girlfriend lay your eggs, making sure you're comfortable first. im thinking neither of you know it helps at first, but they can't keep their greedy fingers off of you as you try to push the eggs out.

"shh.. you gotta relax.." they coo quietly, fingers ghosting over your clit, making yout cunt even wetter than it already is. they grin, seeing the almost immediate effect, the way you whimper and cling to them tighter as the first egg starts crowning. they grin, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit as you keep pushing, their other hand rubbing your swollen belly. "that's it, keep pushing baby.." ther murmur, fingers speeding up, working you relentlessly as you lay your eggs, no matter how many times you cum. :((

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Bargain

Not sure what to tag this with. A couple people were triggered when I posted this the first time. It's dark, because it's Raphael. TW for blood, dubcon, horror elements. Cambion Raphael is being his manipulative self. p in v, biting, choking... it's a rough time.

Tav walked carefully through the House of Hope. She’d opted to go alone, for reasons she was not entirely clear on. The shades of souls flickered in and out of view, sickly green against the disgusting opulence of the house; everything was red and gold, tacky to the point of offense. She slipped through on silent feet, praying to every god she knew that she could steal Mol’s contract and be out of there before the house could rat her out. I wish Astarion was here, she found herself thinking. Two rogues are better than one. She crept up to a closed door, placing a palm to it. Its heat radiated strongly; she would have to be careful. Drawing the picks from her pack of tools, she moved achingly slowly, only exhaling when she heard the click of the lock. Opening the door as quietly as possible, she moved in and closed the door, her back to the room.

‘Little Mouse.’

Cold dread slid down her spine, sinking into her stomach as gooseprickles rose on her neck. Her heart was in her throat, quick feet like lead. I’m going to die. Say something, idiot. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself to turn and face Raphael, but before she could he was at her back, his silken voice in her ear.

‘Just why are you so brazenly creeping up on me, hmm?’ Tav flinched as his fingers closed on the back of her neck. ‘Lie to me, please, so I can make this worse for you.’ Her breathing was loud to her own ears, her heart galloping.

‘Mol’s contract,’ she said. She cursed her unsteady voice. Her breath hitched as he dug his nails into her skin, his tongue wet on her jaw.

‘You wanted to steal from me, little rogue? Bold. And foolish.’ He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around to slam her back against the door. ‘Perhaps a little taste of consequences will teach you a lesson. I’ve indulged you enough.’ His lips pulled back from his handsome face and she watched him change, sharp wings unfurling from his shoulders, horns curling out of his dark hair. His eyes bored into hers, hungry and gleaming with triumph. There was nowhere for her to go.

‘Mol’s a child,’ she spat. ‘I’m trying to protect her.’  Her back burned, but she dare not move closer. Raphael grinned, neat teeth pointed. Tav balled her hands into fists, seized by the wild urge to scratch his eyes out.

‘Thought more on our deal, have you?’

‘I’m not making a deal with you, Raphael.’

‘Oh, but you are, sweetling. I will destroy Mol’s contract. But I want something from you in return.’

She could hardly believe her luck. ‘Name it.’

‘Surely it’s not so easy?’ he purred. A clawed finger tipped up her chin. ‘You’ve run from me for far too long, little mouse. No more.’

‘Fine,’ she said, resolute. I will not show fear.

‘Swear,’ he said, mouth hovering over hers, his breath hot and reeking of sweet poison.

‘I swear,’ she croaked. He laughed low, gripped her chin and claimed her mouth, tongue like flame against hers, sharp teeth biting down on her lip to draw blood. She whimpered in pain and he groaned in satisfaction, licking it from her lips. When she tried to pull away he buried a hand in her hair, only deepening the kiss. Only when she scrabbled at his arms did he let her go. She fell back, heaving in air. It stung her throat, the sulphur and heat, and tears pricked at her eyes.

‘Bastard,’ she snarled. With a snap of his fingers, her clothes burned away to ash. Heat rose in her cheeks at the way his eyes seemed to consume her, and then he had her by the hips and was bending her over his desk, hand closing around her throat to keep her eyes on his. Tav grabbed his wrist, her own nails digging into his skin. He hissed and she reached up to pull hard on his hair. ‘This isn’t all about you,’ she warned him. She had no idea where her courage was coming from, only that she would take whatever pleasure she could get. This would not go his way.

‘Insolent girl,’ he said. ‘There are undoubtedly better uses for that mouth of yours, don’t tempt me.’

‘Try it and-’ she began.

‘No,’ he said darkly. ‘Shut up.’ With one sharp, violent thrust he was inside the mammal softness of her mortal body. She screamed, gasping as he choked it off, grip on her neck bruising. ‘No more venom for me, girl?’

She grit her teeth, dragging her nails down his neck. The press of his palm against her windpipe was heavy, only when her vision started to go black did he loosen his grip, watching with satisfaction as she coughed, tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘I said,’ she rasped. ‘I said try it I’ll bite your cock off.’

He roared in rage, biting down hard on the soft flesh between neck and shoulder. She jolted in his grip, her cry painful in her throat. Gripping both of her hips he drove into her again and again, chasing his own satisfaction. Every drag of him was the lick of hellsfire, too much for her body. His hands smoothed up her belly, claws dragging on her breasts, mouth tasting the bruises on her neck. She trembled beneath him, shocks of pleasure-pain shivering through the sweat and blood on her skin.

‘Poor little mouse,’ he whispered huskily in her ear. ‘You must be exhausted.’ He nosed her jaw. ‘What will your companions say when you stumble into camp barely able to walk, smelling like me?’ He slowed his pace, flipped her onto her stomach and gathered her hair in his fist, pulling her head back. She could barely form a coherent thought, a creature of sensation. Pain in her throat, breath at her ear, fire and fullness inside her, his weight crushing her down.

‘Just finish it, coward,’ she said finally. She was satisfied to anger him, braced her hands against the desk and rode each violent thrust out, his black hair tickling her skin as he held the nape of her neck between his jaws. He groaned at every sound that escaped her lips, fucking her into submission. With a final few thrusts he came, pouring heat into her, teeth and claws and weight keeping her still underneath him.

‘Your first lesson,’ he whispered. ‘But we’re not done, not yet, little mouse. Not with such a delicious morsel as you. No. You will stay a while. I’ll return you to the mortal plane… eventually.’

The house always wins, she thought, as he sucked a bruise beneath her jaw, her trembling body yielding, softening like candle wax under a flame.

I can't remember who I tagged for this one so sorry about that.

[vani-ash]

Saw this on tt and wanted to share it Via TikTok

[mumpsetc]

Hey Cheerilee Hey Cheerilee!

[beneathsilverstars]

idk it sounds reasonable to me for a teenager to run away bc they didn't want to eat their veggies!

one hopes that by the later stages of childhood a parent will have figured out which veggies and preparation styles work for the kid, and the kid will have resigned themself to what they do and don't have to eat according to their parents, and it's all settled into an equilibrium instead of a daily fight. and hopefully as a teen your palette is expanding and you're even willing to eat more veggies then you did as a child.

however, if the kid is extra picky and stubborn, and the parent is extra determined to make sure they eat a good variety (or just eat whatever the parent prepared no matter what it is), it could absolutely continue to be a regularly-repeated fight. and if something is a continued point of contention throughout childhood then it absolutely makes sense for a teen to go FUCK this, i am nearly an ADULT i am done being told to eat my veggies i am gonna prove my independence and make them realize i don't have to just sit there and let them boss me around!!

like, the childishness of the fight is exactly why a teen would run away about it.

[cerealmonster15]

theres just so much comedy potential for twst ships to go on double date hang outs.... leomal (malleo?) + kalisil go to the beach or something. kalims burying silver in the sand while leona and malleus try to drown each other in the ocean :^)

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

in the past week or so ive seen a lot of people posting about how there's this oversexualization of trans girls on the site, and I gotta agree, there are way too many people (including other trans women!) who act like we're all dtf 24/7 or always super kinky and horny. I've been tired of that stereotype for ages and i am saying this as a rather sexual trans girl myself...

...but I think people are overcorrecting a bit now, and are starting to veer into "trans women shouldnt be talked about sexually / need to be shielded from it" territory. and, to me, that's really dangerous, because outside of some queer spaces - and even within them- the sexuality of trans girls is heavily scrutinized, as is attraction to us. as much as I dislike certain aspects of the memes and jokes that kickstarted the stereotypes, I'm kinda grateful for them as well. girldick jokes helped with my bottom dysphoria, voice kink shit helped me like my voice, and the whole "tgirl tummy tuesday" thing gave me a lot of confidence in my body where I hated it before. I think this open appreciation of trans sexiness has done a lot for both me and others on tumblr.

again, obviously its got its problems - people end up assuming every trans girl is horny, or only spread positivity if its related to sex with us, and of course the people who do have dysphoria from the things that are being sexualized are left out (like those the "girls without dicks are like angels without wings" memes, ugh, feels icky every time). and on the note of comparing tgirls to angels, we also started getting treated like we're ethereal fertility goddesses and that t4t sex was some inherently sacred ritual. spoiler alert, trans girls are normal-ass people and t4t sex can be holy for the participants but its generally a pretty normal thing to do as well

coming back to the "don't sexualize trans girls" posts now, I think they were initially going in the right direction, but at this point I'm starting to raise an eyebrow at more than a few of them. I'm not gonna whip out the "youre a sex hating puritan if you post about it" accusation because that is obviously wrong but again, I think people are definitely overcorrecting and starting to turn this into a (false) dichotomy when it's not. its a complex topic and each individual trans woman will feel differently about it.

(I feel like the internet just erases any nuance in favor of a two-sided, highly polarized flamewar with unrealistic views on both sides. actually i wouldn't even say this is a super-nuanced discussion because its really not that hard to say "fetishization is bad, but so is suppression of sexuality". will this post just end up being a void scream and people will continue drawing lines between one side and the other? probably. but I am a stubborn bitch and I have hope that we can be reasonable.)

anyways I'll close this off by saying that I wrote this between around 1:30 and 2 AM on terrible sleep the night before, that I hope what I said is coherent enough, and that I will keep being a trans girl who is openly sexual, gets horny over other trans women, and is proud to be transsexy as fuck. I will keep being critical of jokes and trends and memes that stereotype us, even from our own community. I will keep being angry at how poorly us trans folks are treated with regards to our sex lives, bodies, and relationships between the two. I will keep loving and lusting over trans women without fetishizing them. And I will keep doing all of these til the day I die.

[normystical]

why does the aroace character have to be the most shipped. why not,, idk,, vox. just make him smooch hella dudes instead that'd be awesome i think