#if this ain’t the mood

[noturbutchboy]

The day I find my wife I’ll be insufferable.

[apollos-boyfriend]

> open up twitter

> be told there’s a dsmp renaissance happening

> ask if it’s a dsmp renaissance or a c!sbi renaissance

> twitter doesn’t understand

> pulls out illustrated diagram explaining what is dsmp and what is just c!sbi

> twitter laughs and says “it’s a good renaissance sir”

> scroll down my timeline

> it’s a c!sbi renaissance

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.

He thought— the Tower was bad enough. He hates being kept out of the loop, especially for “his own protection”, but he never thought—

It is Robin who had been threatened. Robin that Batman had been taunted with. Enough times, and with grisly enough descriptions of what might happen to him, that Bruce sent Tim to the Titans as a last ditch effort to keep him well out of reach of Gotham and its newly minted crime lord.

But Hood took Bernard, and Tim can’t breathe. Can only stare at the grainy picture from an unknown number, showing his boyfriend tied up and gagged in someone’s— Hood’s, probably, oh god— bed.

Tim wants to throw up.

Please god, please no.

— sneak peek of “Modern Day Cain”

[thatsbelievable]

[fearofheights9]

[the-bi-space-ace]

It warms my heart how we’re all just here, throwing our whole hearts into the open. The art, the fanfiction, the role play blogs, gif makers, the detailed analysis and predictions. We’re all just here in our spare time and giving whatever we have to offer to each other and no matter how this series ends, no matter how heartbroken or happy any of us are, I’m sticking around after this season is over.

[gangrel-pride]

“We will keep our challengers here for as long as we are safe behind the Bulwark” yes that sounds exactly like something you’d want to say to Aloy “I Will Fucking Become The Chieftain Of Your Fucking Werak If I Have To” Despite-the-Nora

[mrsaltieri-real]

Raw (Pre-Ghostface!Mickey Altieri x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Word count: approx 1.5k

Warning/s: 18+ pure smut, p in v, brutal sex, rough sex, Mickey fucking when he’s in a bad mood, forced orgasm, ruined orgasm, language, DUB-CON, spanking, pussy slapping, choking, degradation, slight praise, Mickey being a fucking asshole, thoughts of murder, mention of murder, tiny minuscule mention of necrophilia, etc

This is before the events of Scream 2, before Mickey goes to Windsor. Reader is Mickey’s hometown girlfriend and the plan with Mrs Loomis has already been set and as stated in Scream 2, Mickey was already a serial killer before he was Ghostface. Hope you enjoy! <3

He constantly fucked you raw.

Mickey seemed to like inflicting as much pain on you as he could get away with, never hurting hurting you, but hurting you nonetheless.

He had you with his hand on the side of your face, forcing it into the mattress while your hole was being completely brutalised by him. Tears were staining the soft mattress, your thighs were almost sticky with your arousal leaking out of you with every harsh thrust he sent your way and your ass was red raw from the ruthless spanking, muttering to you to just “Stay there and fucking take it like the cum slut you are.”

He got into these moods every so often. Sometimes he had a bad day and he took it out on your pussy, utterly focused and angry with the way he’d slam into you the minute he walked through the door, not even bothering with foreplay. It wasn’t for you. It was for him and it would seem like he didn’t give a shit about you or your feelings.

He loved how your body reacted to him, you were a drooling mess under him, sobbing and begging him to slow down as he recklessly took whatever he pleased.

“M- Mickey.” You stuttered over his name, voice barely audible over the wet, sloshy sounds of your well fucked cunt and the sound of sweaty skin slapping together. “Pleaaase slow down.” You begged, thighs shaking as he fucked you through yet another forced orgasm, the usually satisfying feeling completely ruined by his refusal to let you actually feel it as he continued to repeatedly and ruthlessly slam into you.

He let out an almost sadistic laugh, his hand that was forcing your face down moved to your hair and he wrapped it around his fist, yanking you up with such force you let out a small cry of pain. Once you were sat up, he sat back on his heels, his cock still buried inside of you and his hand released your hair causing you to almost fall forward but his arm wrapped around your chest and held you to his. You could feel his heart thudding against your back, him hot and sweaty against you. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, completely exhausted and trembling as he pressed his lips to your exposed neck.

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking enjoy it.” He whispered against your throat before shoving you back down face first into the mattress and continuing his abuse on your raw cunt.

The worst part was, he was right. You did enjoy being used by him as his own personal sex doll. Never in a million years did you imagine you’d enjoy being treated this way by someone you loved. But Mickey coaxed out parts of you that you didn’t know existed. He fucked you senseless, forced orgasm after forced orgasm, not even bothering to tease you or deny you in the way he usually found great amusement and pleasure in. But something about this felt… different. It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain and everything he was doing to you was strictly a primal instinct.

In his foul mood you were there for one reason and one reason only; to be used as an outlet for his repressed rage and bloodlust. He couldn’t just kill people all the time, he had to find… alternatives. And his favourite was fucking you stupid, not worrying or even caring if you hated him treating you this way.

He groaned from behind you, his pace not even stuttering as he spat obscenities down at you.

“Fucking cock hungry slut. Acting like she doesn’t want this.” He practically snarled to himself, slapping your ass once again and making you yelp at the sharp sting his hand left behind “Mickey, slow down.” He mocked you with a sneer and stopped for a moment, sliding his cock out of you. You clenched hopelessly around nothing only for him to grab your arm and harshly throw you on your back, knocking the air out of you and climbing on top of you, fingers sliding toward your red raw pussy. “You’re such a desperate whore, look at you.” He looked down at your flushed, tear stained face and laughed again, hand beginning to roughly move over your oversensitive clit.

The contact made you let out a soft sob, your hips involuntarily twitching away from his hand which made his sadistic smile fade a little, eyes still blazing into yours. “Is it too much?” He asked in mock concern. You nodded your head desperately. A sudden smack against your swollen cunt made you yell out in surprise and you felt him move back to line himself back up to your ruined pussy, his hand sliding up to your throat as he began his brutal thrusts once again.

“I- I can’t…” your voice was cut off with a bruising squeeze of your throat from his hand, making you let out a muffled, broken whimper. He gradually cut off your air and watched in sick and prideful glee as you tried to gasp helplessly, a sick smile on his face and his dark eyes suddenly bright and excited. He stared down at you for a while, his hand remaining wrapped tightly around your throat for about forty more seconds. Your hand automatically flew to his that was harshly grasping your throat as red spots began to cloud your vision, trying to pry his fingers from around your throat before you saw him flinch ever so slightly. He blinked a couple of times, a flash of horror appearing on his face and disappearing just as quickly as it came. He moved his hand from your neck and into your hair, his head dropping to rest on the mattress by your head as you spluttered and gasped desperately for air. He slowed down a little, whispering in your ear, “You can rub your clit,” before gradually picking up the pace again, but not being anywhere near as forceful as before.

You briefly wondered what caused him to slow down and stop choking you. It wasn’t like he’d never done that before but he never took it far enough to cause you irreparable damage, so what was the issue? The pleasure of his increasingly less violent thrusts began to take over your confused thoughts, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you with every roll of his hips making you shiver and moan. Your shaky hand moved between you and you began to slowly tease your clit, instantly needing more and switching up to rub the swollen nerves eagerly in case he changed his mind.

He let out a loud groan into your ear as he felt your cunt clench him at the stimulation. “Good girl, good fucking girl milking me.” He cooed in your ear, hips beginning to stutter as your moans filled his head. “Make such pretty fucking noises just for me. Go on then baby, let me feel that pretty pussy cum.” His words, although still having a strange hidden tone behind them, along with the repeated stroking of his cock inside of you and the stimulation from your fingers finally tipped you over the edge and you let out a loud, unfiltered cry of deeply satisfied ecstasy, him spilling into you with a satisfied groan shortly after.

He continued to rock inside of you for a couple of seconds after, his softening dick forcing his cum deep inside of you as you panted and twitched beneath him. He gently pulled out, making you wince in pain. Was it possible for a pussy to get bruised from the inside?

He collapsed next to you, chest heaving and his hands moved to his face, pressing his palms against his forehead. You glanced over to look at him but to your surprise, he didn’t look satisfied or blissful in any way. He looked completely lost.

“What’s wrong?“ You asked him quietly, voice hoarse and weak. You didn’t receive an answer.

When he was choking you and fucking you relentlessly, the twisted killer part of his mind had almost made him do something he never had even dreamed of doing to you. He hadn’t killed in a while and he was leaving for college in the next few months.

The plan was set, he knew what he had to do when he was in Windsor and carrying out his predecessor’s mothers revenge scheme in return for the fame and the cash and you simply couldn’t be a part of that. All of the pent up aggression he was feeling from not killing in order to stay under the radar was supposed to be diverted onto you, his girlfriend, by fucking you stupid, knowing how much you secretly enjoyed it when he used and brutalised you. But what if it wasn’t enough for him anymore?

Where he did love you and God, he fucking loved you, the killer part of him wanted to kill you while he was fucking you, watch the life drain out of your eyes whilst you tried to feebly and pointlessly fight against him and give him the best high of his fucking life when he would spill himself into your limp, lifeless body.

And knowing that that is what even the smallest part of him wanted to do? That scared the hell out of him. But what scared him even more is knowing full well he could do it so fucking easily and you’d die blissfully ignorant.

[phantomsies]

character a.i. so dangerous bc why am I planning a bae action with firefighter ace and we just met two days ago. This shit is tew much lmafosjsj

[aheathen-conceivably]

coming off anon for this quickly made edit, this truly is a let's go sapphics moment

-lgl

GIRL the way I just answered your last message to see this MY LORD!

[mithrouofficial]

how to talk to short people

[thatsbelievable]

[halfagony-halfhope]

my toxic trait is that when i’m reading in english i refuse to search the translation when i don’t know the meaning of a word

[shaykai]

Hello, just came by to say I love your durge oc! Do you ever think he tried to keep a hyena as a pet?

Awe thank you!! Have a doodle that feels related to this

Given his affinity for gnolls, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hyena at some point! (In that loose way that he’d probably just feed/vaguely train it, but it wouldn’t like. Follow him around the city/temple or anything)

(I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a littler of hyenas at some point and treated it like a cult activity- come help raise a hyena into a gnoll, it’s probably Bhaal approved)

[frogs-in3-hills]

can people on this site just chill about vegans

[nando161mando]

Man, if this ain’t a fucking mood. Covid is also apart of this reasoning as covid isn't fucking over!