#not bad at all
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
whimsyvixen · 2 years ago
Note
Imagine being punished by Lord Dimitrescu, because you keep trying to escape the manor and now ended up in his basement jail, the basement filled with wet sound and your gagging noise because you're being face fucked upside down and he keep tongue fuck your pussy at same time. And he said "Look at you, trying to escape while your cunt always throbbing like this when I'm just using my tongue" while he keep thrust his hips on your face, then he pulled out from your mouth to let you take a breath
"what did you say?"
And you still on being fucked dumbs state didn't hear him and just like "h-huh?"
He clicked his tongue "You supposed to say 'I'm sorry that I trying to escape, I'll be obedient and stay with you in this manor forever"" and back to fuck your face again "guess I won't stop until you can say it properly darling ♥️"
And imagine every time his sons would try to invite you on the basement jail, they would hear your echoed pleasured moan, and found their father would be there folding your body in mating press, cums splitted everywhere, as if he never leave you nor giving you a break and trying to impregnate you so you can't leave the manor, again.
I love the way you think~
Tumblr media
548 notes · View notes
writeforfandoms · 3 months ago
Text
Love it when I don't even get a warning from the earthquake system before shit starts shaking. You know, the early detection system. The one that's supposed to tell you before the shaking starts.
35 notes · View notes
isalisewrites · 9 months ago
Text
Fem!Tomarry
I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*
----
The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.
Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.
Next… she needed a bit of blood.
Well, a lot of it.
Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 
“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”
The girl wailed behind her gag.
“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”
Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.
It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.
High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.
“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”
Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.
“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”
Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.
“Kill her.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.
Except…
Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.
The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.
“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”
A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.
Months of work and preparation.
Gone.
Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.
Tom double checked.
Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 
The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.
But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.
Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.
Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.
“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”
Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.
“And who might you be?”
“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”
74 notes · View notes
puntointerrogativo · 4 months ago
Text
“we’re still debating certain things about whether certain events happened, but seeds are placed.” S.R.
“When you find [Lestat] in Episode 8, where is he?” Reid asks. “Has he come back to his own maker’s prison by his own choice, or is he put there? We’ve left space for that to be explored. I think it’s more interesting — and Rolin probably does as well, and it probably took me a longer time to get around this — to continue to give each individual character their own agency rather than saying, this person is the victim of this person, or this is the baddie and this is the goodie” S.R.
“Did Louis stage the Dubai interview because he had a hunch about Armand’s lie? Anderson says, “Yeah, I do,” in response to that question, and he’s been theorizing this since filming the Season 1 finale. Louis has never seen this interview as the chronicling of a suicide like Armand (as Rashid) described it, according to Anderson […] Suspecting Armand “was something that I started to get a sense of when we did that Season 1 Episode 7 moment of ‘the love of my life,’ because Rolin always talks about that as the end of The Graduate,” Anderson continues. “I was like, ��Oh, it’s a cry for help.’ He found the person that he knew could draw the truth out of everyone, including himself.” J.A.
“that Armand was “forced” to direct the trial and that all of his subsequent punishment from the coven was “absolutely true. He directed it, but it wasn’t his choice to do it,” Zaman says.” A.Z.
Mmm, very interesting tvinsider article - first of all huge, GIGANTIC kudos to Sam because not knowing if your character’s doing what he’s doing by choice or if he’s being forced and tortured must not make it easy to do your job 😵‍💫 (not to mention the fun of trying to answer press questions, poor man).
Sooo, let’s say we go with this version and leave the books behind. It goes more or less like this:
The coven makes Armand choose, and he decides to sell Claudia and Louis out.
They “call” Lestat to testify, and he comes - because what else can he do? The trial will happen with or without him and if he’s there there’s a chance he can save them.
Armand directs the play. This one I’m a bit meh about but ok, he needs to prove himself, he has the experience, sadistic punishment, yadda, yadda…
Lestat and Armand don’t do the smart thing and work together against the coven presumably because previous history (Nicky) means Lestat doesn’t trust him. Also, from what we’ve seen they’re both kinda terrible at planning.
Lestat has limited energy and a choice to make - he chooses to save Louis. He has to watch Claudia burn. By now the coven knows better than to trust him and he’s either too traumatized or too drained (or both) to do much else. We don’t know if he faced retaliation from the coven.
Armand finally gets off his ass and frees Louis.
Louis goes feral and kills the coven. He’s convinced Armand was the one who saved him and wants revenge on Lestat.
He gets it in the only way he can: by going after his deepest fear. Lestat has handed him that weapon on a plate back in season 1 and it’s not the first time he goes after that particular soft spot.
Lestat feels guilty enough for both the 1x05 fall and Claudia to accept the punishment as due. He doesn’t tell Louis it was him who saved his life.
Louis traps himself in a 77 years long spite based relationship that he can’t leave without-in his head- letting Lestat win.
By 1973 he’s depressed enough and starved for connection enough to try the Interview and then walk into the sun.
Armand wipes his memories (probably consensually, extent uncertain) after calling Lestat - just to make sure Louis remembers why he can’t leave him.
Lestat thinks he died after he left him to Armand’s tender mercies. If he wasn’t in his rat-eating depression era before he surely is now.
By 2021 Louis has become, at least subconsciously, suspicious enough to contact Daniel for a second interview.
Daniel proves Louis really has an eye for spotting talent and gets him out of that farce of a marriage.
18 notes · View notes
heywoodvirgin · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
28 notes · View notes
theinterestsofinsects · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
47 notes · View notes
octarineblues · 11 months ago
Text
hey can polish politics stop happening for two seconds. like the news today are not bad but i wasn't online for half a day and i am so fucking confused.
23 notes · View notes
justabiteofspite · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
When you actually beat Gortash and Orin in your honor mode save and then think about the fact you just have the endgame left until golden dice and have to have a lie down...
7 notes · View notes
bo-bo-bean · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
18 notes · View notes
mallory-likes-whales · 2 months ago
Text
J.S. Mill, influential philosopher of the enlightenment, really said: "if someone is being a jerk, call out their bullshit, it is only proper"
King
2 notes · View notes
allyouneediskilly · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
This armor is peak fromSoftware design because it lets you be a big guy AND have a big hat, two of the most important guiding principles of character design brought together into one glorious set.
18 notes · View notes
coffeecat1983 · 5 months ago
Text
Not too shabby
A good Nintendo direct, Tumblr is in a good mood, I got some chores done, and it's still Pride month! Time to jam to some tunes.
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
monstrouscrew · 5 months ago
Text
"[what if] Sleep is all the friends we made along the way"
..well it explains why we didn't make any 🙃🌑
6 notes · View notes
heywoodvirgin · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Vénus Laroche
2075
33 notes · View notes
miscreantahead · 7 months ago
Text
Fallout was pretty damn all right-- some of the action sequence resolutions seemed a little silly/outcomes were far fetched but I liked it, and am anticipating season 2. I really love the separation of Max and Lucy, knowing their attachment to each other, and the idea that they're going to be in a place of conflict. I like that we got to find out Cooper is still looking for his family, even though his wife and her position seems so questionable-- I like that it's left open-ended where his situation in the past actually ended up with her. But we know he ends up defamed based on the opening scene so I wonder how that happens. But as is very on brand, my favorite thing by far was Moldaver and Rose, and I will spend some time staring at them and their relationship and Moldaver's attachment to Rose under a microscope.
2 notes · View notes