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[wild-moss-art]

I hc that jinx has like, NO game. Despite being attractive she has never learned how to flirt and only finds success with people who are down bad for how weird she is. She passively attracts plenty of people, which works out well enough for her, but has no idea how to actively pursue people due to her aromanticism

[total-drama-brainrot]

SNAIL SNAIL SNAIL THE SNAIL IS US WE ARE THE SNAILS

Snoah.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Today's mood

Watching Sonine edits on YouTube just to feel something 😁👍

[littlemywashere]

p 2 of the comic wip

[dyslexiboxes]

"this user experiences seasonal depression in the autumn and winter, please be patient!" userbox because today is a Day :'3 we probably won't be doing more requests until tomorrow, but don't let that discourage you from/make you feel bad for sending things in! image description in the alt text

Credit is unnecessary, but appreciated!

[dodorimo]

in his name - part 2

Continuation to this

Canon-divergent AU in which Bhaal visits a young Orin and Dark Urge in their dreams. Some Orin/Durge

Warnings: grooming, incest

AO3 link

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The room came alive with the sound of her singing. It was an old nursery rhyme, the lyrics to which she had forgotten, so she replaced it with her own.

First things first, she needed to make space for her guests. The round table in the middle of the room was full of junk and clutter, so to the floor it went.

Her guests today were Lady Frog, Sir Rabbit and Mr. Crow. Mr. Crow was already beginning to rot, but Eirin didn’t mind the smell very much.

With everything in place, it was time for the finishing touches. She found the gem-studded crown at the bottom of a chest. It sat upon her head like it was tailor-made, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. She stared at her reflection for a few moments. In her mind’s eye, she was beautiful; deadly, her frame was fuller and her baby fat gave way to sharp cheekbones. Satisfied, she turned around and took her place in the center of the makeshift dais.

“I promise to be loyal, here and forever.” It felt right to say those ancient words. It felt like vindication. “Until the end of everything.”

Eirin imagined Bhaal, his white-blonde framing his face, as he dropped to his knees to let her place his crown on his head. His was different, more subdued, but still pulsating with the unmistakable glow of magic. He would say his vows then and tell her — finally, finally — that he was proud of her.

The guests cheered and danced and clapped until she slit their throats open and they moved no more. Of course, they were already dead, their bodies drained dry, so she smeared red paint on their necks.

“Blood to seal our union,” she hummed. “A feast fit for royalty.”

To die a second death at the hands of their newly crowned king and queen. How many were so lucky?

If Eirin hadn't been so caught up in her own fantasy, she might have noticed Orin standing a few feet away, watching her with cold, unflinching eyes, and she would have known her sister had been there for a long, long time.

“I’ll tell Father,” Orin broke the silence, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

Eirin leaped to her feet like a scared rabbit. Dread rooted her in place.

What would Bhaal do if he found out?

Would he cast her aside, make an example of her? The girl who thought she was worthy of a god. Point at her and laugh.

Or, more terrifying, still…

Would he take her up her offer? Make her his queen?

She would rather not know.

Orin turned and went for the door. She watched her reach for the handle as if time had stopped moving.

If this had happened years ago, her sister would have easily outrun her, but Eirin was older now and her legs were longer and she caught the end of her braid — so long, so excessive — just as she was about to cross the threshold. Pulling hard enough to send her to the floor. Her cry of pain didn’t move her one bit. She should have listened to her and cut her hair short.

Too late now.

“Do you remember this one?” The dagger pressed at the older girl’s throat was the same dagger she used to put down the hare at Bhaal’s command, two years ago. The same dagger she had strapped to her waist as Orin snickered at her for her failure.

It has been years, but time has not eased her anger. It festered, like a deadly poison rushing through her veins.

She still held the girl by the braid as she straddled her chest, her own weight pressed down on her to keep her from moving. Orin’s dagger was made short work of, thrown across the floor. She wouldn’t take any chances.

“Maybe I should mark you. Maybe that will teach you not to talk down to your betters.”

And, just because she could, Eirin leaned down and whispered, “Half-breed.”

Orin’s legs flailed uselessly, trying to knock her down. But the more she tried, the deeper the dagger sank into her throat.

The grayish paleness of Orin’s skin had always fascinated her, even if she would never say that to her face. It made the red of her blood jump out. She can’t help but lean forward and scoop some with her blade.

The taste was just as intoxicating as she expected. Coppery and tinged with sweat.

She knew the feeling of holding such power over someone could be exhilarating; she heard plenty of stories from other disciples and from Bhaal himself. But she’s never felt like this when she kills. She never felt like this at all.

Eirin was all too aware of the rapid fall and rise of Orin’s chest. Of her breasts pressed against her lower body.

For a feverish second, she wondered what it would be like to feel her without the barrier of their clothes. Could she take her pleasure in this way like a man would? What would happen if she moved up a little higher and placed her (now wet) slit against her sister's mouth, dragging it up and down, up and down?

The girl’s eyes brimmed with anticipation. Orin wanted this just as much as she did, she realized.

There was a noise like glass shattering on the floor. They part in a tangle of limbs.

No words were exchanged. There was nothing to be said.

She could hear Orin’s fading footsteps but she didn’t dare look back, her cheeks red with shame, and something else altogether. It wasn't a silly sense of morality that caused her to worry. She had been told these types of relationships strengthened their family.

So why did it feel wrong?

It was an accident. A lapse in judgment spurned by bloodlust. She swore on her father’s name: it wouldn’t happen again. Hatred is a feeling she was acquainted with. There was comfort in hate.

But she would be naive to believe a noise like that wasn’t a little too well-timed, even if she couldn’t feel anyone’s presence in the room.

Orin was watching. Who else could be there, skulking in the shadows?

If there was dissent among Bhaal’s faithful, she would find out. Even if she had to round them all up and draw the truth from their corpses.

Her other concern—that her father would learn of her little fantasy—was no longer a pressing matter. Orin wouldn’t say a word to Bhaal about what happened. Not when she was keeping a secret herself.

She repeated in her mind, the words washing over her. Hatred is a feeling she is acquainted with. There is comfort in hatred.

[humming-fly]

was thinking about that one blind professor post earlier today and how well it applied to the aptly named Team Dark

(really 'Team Dark' just sounds a lot cooler than 'Team Saves-On-Electricity')

[some-pers0n]

Minecraft movie trailer dropped this thing looks awful my skin itches just looking at these things

[drop--pop--candy]

indie rpgs if they were WOKE

TRANSGENDERTALE

GAY THE PRINCESS

WOKE SHOT

IN STARS AND TIME

[total-drama-brainrot]

hi I’m Jesus Christ and I want Noah Total Drama to be blended into a smoothie

- Jesus Christ

Thanks Jesus. Praise be, or whatever.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No thoughts.... head empty...

Thinking of these two pieces from pixiv where Maria has twin fox tails and ears and a Tails gijinka is wearing Maria's outfit again...

[destielmemenews]

source 1

source 2

source 3

[discarded-replica]

Unsorted mlp art I've made over the last few weeks :3c

[andstuffsketches]

[the-heron]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

[enderspawn]

these have been in my brain for literal months now please just get them out of here