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[bobbie-robron]

All Creatures Great & Small… part 1 preview

[oblong-egg]

Read 200 pages for free here @wkolcomic ✨

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Mistletoe Murders

Season 1, Episode 4 'Peril of the Belles - Part 2' - photo preview

[sysig]

Guess who :3c (Patreon)

[lupinshanshin]

[starlingnovasblog]

So my morning was rocky but I'm better now and ateez had there preview live and I took this screenshot of the live stream

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[hislittleraincloud]

The Galpin residence, Tyler’s room, 2:00 A.M. Thursday 

Donovan stared at his sleeping son in his lamplit bedroom. Tyler had been more consoled sleeping with a light on ever since he was six years old and suddenly developed an intense fear of the dark that couldn't be cured by a mere night light. For twelve years the kid’s been adding to my energy bills all because of….

He blinked as he watched Tyler’s shoulder rise and fall in sync with the sound of his deep breathing. The curls on the back of his head were getting darker, more like how his own head hair was darker when he was young (and because Donovan possessed that one mutated copy of the MC1R gene, his beard hairs were always redder than his dark brown scalp hair, which might have accounted for Tyler’s hair having a more coppery tone when he was much younger). But overall, Tyler took after his mother.

“Overall”.

Understatement of the year.

Donovan remembered the photographs of his Hyde. There were more than a few, but it was the one of the back of its head that he was recollecting, the smooth curls having transformed into wiry, steel wool-like patches stretched over a monstrously deformed skull. He then thought of all the people—victims of his son—that had been murdered in the most violent of ways, all most surely aware of what was happening to them given their wounds. 

God, Val. Chunk in her neck…my hands, her eyes, they…n’ Addams…whiter than usual….

It was a creature that took pleasure in its kills, shredding bodies and consuming their parts like endless hot wings at a Superbowl party.

That's what that peacefully sleeping head did. Multiple times.

Donovan raised his gun, his hand steady at first; all he had to do was pull the trigger. Several times if need be. People who live up here go missing all the time. It’s no big deal. This is the humane way. Then the Thorpe kid can be released due to lack of real evidence, case…closed.

He looked through the sights at the perfect spot just at the base of his skull, but it was only then that it occurred to him that his gun going off in the middle of the night might be loud enough to startle people awake. Fuck!  His hands trembled in their aim. He shook his head and took a deep breath, holding steady. Ah, fuck it—I’m the fuckin’ sheriff, I can set bombs off on my property if I fuckin’ want to. 

A sudden queasiness hit. He had already weighed his options; besides saving more people from being ripped apart, there was no way he would want to see his son suffer the same fate as his mother. He would be saving both normies and outcasts alike, especially Addams. He would surely rescind the deal with Larissa and she can come back to school. Surely that's how it would be. 

Surely.

Or would Wednesday’s selective sense of justice prevail? Would she want to know what happened to Tyler? Of course she would. She wants to know everything. She would wonder and then start pestering him about why his Hyde son suddenly disappeared off the face of the Earth. Did you do something, Donovan? What did you do, Donovan? What did you do?

Her terrified, angry imagined hollering at him in his mind made his hands tremble even more, but he only realized it once a salty droplet of sweat trickled over his upper lip. He licked it away, tuned the imagined screaming in his brain into white noise, and began to steady his gun again when Tyler suddenly stirred, rolling a 180° onto his right side to face him. He was awake. He stared at his own covers for what seemed like forever and hadn't even brought his eyes up to Donovan as he stood, caught red-fingered on the trigger and paralyzed.

“You pissed yourself,” he mumbled, his words affected by his cheek pressed against his pillow.

Donovan snapped out of his terror to glance down at his pants; sure enough, the white noise in his head wasn't actually white, it was yellow, and it was a dark area of wetness that bled from a precise spot near his fly down his leg. 

Tyler blinked, his gaze creeping no higher than Donovan’s belt before he shifted under the covers, turning back around to oblige his father’s shot.

“Make it quick,” he sighed, his head tilting forward and his shoulder relaxing for the anticipated relief.

✨

[object-musicals-here]

after everyone's side plots part 1

@ineedtherapyofc, @pebiejeebies, and @trashbins-stuff were talking about how cool it was to at least get second place, while icecream (@darkleafblack) was listeningNightmare berry and starfruit (@the-random-creechur) were cuddling up next to eachother. Static (me) was eating the body parts of her victims that night

Suddenly the door swung open with slimebottle, and A/beanie coming in with a portal closing behind them. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS" Slimebottle said with a furious tone. "Slimebottle! Listen to me! I just thought-" "I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU! AFTER HOW YOU LIED ABOUT BEING A LETTERRIVAL" Slimebottle yelled out

The room gasped as the looked at the two. "Called it" "guess I owe you 20 bucks" starfruit and nightmare berry said. "Look I'm sorry" beanie/A said nearly tearing up "WAS EVERYTHING A LIE?! ARE FRIENDSHIP" Slime bottle asked while yelling. "Psb! No! Of corse it was real" A/beanie said in a surprised tone. 'I- I don't know if your telling me the truth"

Slimebottle ran to their room and slammed the door. Silence filled the room. "So when were you going to tell us this" pebi asked "not the time my pebie"

Tbc

[shamera]

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook Character/Pairing(s): pre-Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua, He Xiaofeng, He Xiaohui Rating: PG-13 Warning: blood, injuries, minor character death Summary:

Fifteen years ago, portals called 'gates' appeared all over the world leading to pocket dimensions people coined 'dungeons'. Ten years ago, two of the world's greatest Hunters disappeared after the collapse of a dungeon at the eastern sea. Three years ago, Fang Duobing Awakened as a Hunter, determined to follow in the footsteps of his idol. Today, a gate suddenly appeared within Tianji Hall, pulling its inhabitants into a dungeon.

[thatonecrookedsmile]

Before the month started, I had made my own tierlist of projects and announcements that are/will be shown during the special FNAF anniversary week based on how excited I was/am for them. The highest ones are the ones I'm most interested in and the lowest ones are the ones I'm…not.

I did this at the end of July, and only now did I remember to post it here.

The week is going well, but it's this second half that will be more interesting.

OG Tierlist/Template.

[oneknightstand-if]

Public Service Announcement All I've gotta say is that writing a stripping scene is a pain in the @^#% when the MC can be wearing five million different variations of clothing.

@cealea replied to your post “Public Service Announcement”:

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[emdotcom]

I have a wild, new, & bold suggestion for a tumblr feature:

When a tag is recommended or trending. & It previews some posts IN that tag, (showing you thumbnails of art, for instance,) then maybe.

Clicking on that post. Should show you that fucking post.

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Finding Mr. Christmas Season 1, Episode 6 'The Festive Five'

Finding Mr. Christmas Season 1, Episode 7 'A Christmas Waltz'

Mistletoe Murders Season 1, Episode 3 'Peril of the Belles - Part 1'

Mistletoe Murders Season 1, Episode 4 'Peril of the Belles - Part 2'

Mistletoe Murders Season 1, Episode 5 'Death of a Humbug - Part 1'

Mistletoe Murders Season 1, Episode 6 'Death of a Humbug - Part 2'

Holidazed Season 1, Episode 4 'The Woods Family'

Holidazed Season 1, Episode 5 'The Lewin Family'

[fadinglampfireapricot]

I've been listening to the golden hour part 1 preview and this is the ranking of the songs that i think i'll like best. At least based on the snippets.

1. Empty box

This sounds like it would be soothing and comforting. I haven't read the lyrics though so i could be wrong.

2. Golden hour

Similar vibe to empty box.

3. Blind

Everyone calls this Arriba's little sister and i think i might like this one better than Arriba. I'll be honest....i liked Arriba but not as must as the fandom loved it.

4. Work

Not a big fan of the rap chorus i guess. I'm pretty mixed on it. Hopefully i will love when it get released in its entirety.

5. Siren

6. Shaboom

[seiya-starsniper]

WIP Word Search Game

Tagged by the amazing @tj-dragonblade with the words: soft, brush, burn, smile, red, warm

This gets a big long so snippets under the cut:

soft (from the tentacle sex sequel to "and if I get burned")

Between one blink and the next, both Hob and the Corinthian are fully nude on the sand. Normally, Hob would object to Dream melting away his clothes in the Dreaming, but he barely notices he’s naked when Dream gathers him in the swirling mass of tentacles and lays him on his back on the sand. The sand really is far too comfortable, and Hob finds himself lamenting his own bed in the Waking is not this soft.

brush (from the omegaverse regency)

“I am going to be dreaming of this tonight,” Hob purrs, nuzzling into Dream’s hair as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. “I-I can,” Dream tries to offer, mind still hazy. “Another time, my little nightmare,” Hob says, brushing a thumb across Dream’s cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up before they come looking for us.”

burn (from an untitled 1389 rewrite where Dream is fae instead of Endless)

The man opens for him like a flower. His lips taste like ambrosia and the inside of him burns Hob’s cock like a brand.

smile (from Ch 2 of Let's conspire to ignite)

Hob looks up and Dream is there, standing in front of their table with the barest hint of a smile on his face. He looks good. Insanely good even. Hob hates that he can feel his traitorous heart skip off-beat at the sight of Dream, but he has loved his friend far longer than he has hated him. He's still not sure he hates him at all.

red (from the omegaverse regency):

Hob picks a single red rose from one of the bouquets, and presents it to Dream. “A rose by any other name,” he murmurs, pressing the rose into his hand before he kisses it, “would still not smell as sweet as you.” Dream raises an amused eyebrow. “Borrowing from Shakespeare? I never thought I would see the day.”

warm (from the omegaverse regency)

Dream feels a shiver of warmth travel down his spine. It is a small thing, but for Dream, whose looks have always been prized above all else, Hob’s continued reverence for his intelligence never fails to leave him breathless.

Tagging (with absolutely zero pressure): @serenailith, @ferelden-loser, @honeyteacakes, @softest-punk, @aquilathefighter and @valeriianz

Your words are: lips, sigh, blue, dark, heat, step