#regrettable actions

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[ihatebrainstorm]

fell into a Bloodborne pit and now im wondering if i subconsciously was thinking of Lady Maria while designing human/RGAU Prowl lol

[shalom-iamcominghome]

... We must realize how the behavior that we are attempting to throw away once helped to sustain us, and how it might help to sustain others somewhere down the line. In moving beyond what we recognize as a harmful behavior, we need to ask: "What did I learn? How did this behavior serve me?"

Each quality, even those that seem bad, contributed somehow to our self-preservation. It had good life-affirming purpose at one point, even if that is no longer true. In order to let go of such a habit, I need to give it a "testimonial," to send it away with my thanks. "I needed you, and there you were, and I thank you for it. And now, with full appreciation, I know that I no longer need you and I can send you away." This is different from trying to stamp it out. We no longer say, "I'm sorry I did this. I'm throwing this behavior away." We say, "Thank you, God, for this gift. I needed it then; I no longer need it now. I am returning it to the universe in the hope that it can help generate life elsewhere as it did for me."

-Jewish with Feeling, Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi. 2005, p. 173-174

[cienie-isengardu]

MK1 Sub Zero vs Kitana and Mileena Intro Dialogues <<&>> MK11 Noob Saibot vs Jacqui Briggs

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Fun fact: if any of the screenwriters who worked on Barbie also wrote a Godzilla movie, Wikizilla would be required to make a page for it.

[hoboblaidd]

Solas character inspo - Luthen Rael, Andor

What do I sacrifice? Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I've given up all chance at inner peace. I've made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion: I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've set me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I looked down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything.

[babblish]

Under the Wave

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)   Rating: Mature   Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships/Characters: Morgana, Nari, Bellroc, Skrael, Original Characters Theme: Origin Story (Wizards Non-Compliant), Explorations of Identity, Gender, Magic, Recovery, and Divinity

Chapter 26; A Familiar Recipe Morgana readies her plan to bring about the birth of a new type of polymorph troll but experiences some doubts along the way as she considers the realities of both trollish and human worlds.

Morgana poured out a solitary drop of essence from the spirit she had rendered, the pool changing to a radiating yellow, bathing everything in a golden light as if it were the captive sun. She continued her incantations, louder, forceful, as she channelled her knowledge and magic into the pool, everything of Nith, of Elanī, pouring her soul into the liquid in the hope she did not fail, in the hope she was not about to kill again.

She knelt down and held her hand over the fluid, feeling the magic radiating as if it wanted to burn the flesh from her bones. “Summon the whelp,” she said.

They all waited patiently, wordlessly, for the troll to descend down the obscene number of steps until Slornir made their way to the bottom, bundle in their arms, a vigilant goblin over each shoulder, and the king looming over them from behind.

Morgana took the child, determined not to quake at the weight of them. They were not the turquoise whelp she had witnessed hatch, instead a grey marble babe as Blörbo. They were older than the turquoise whelp, but by the looks of things, not by much. They looked at her with big golden eyes and growled in warning.

“You’re a fighter,” Morgana said as they wriggled against her grip. “That’s good, we need you to fight with everything you have.”

Maulgark approached them, and butted the whelp gently on the forehead. He then turned to Morgana and nodded sternly. “Do it.”

Morgana smiled at the whelp, and approached the edge of the pool. It was hard to keep a grip of the babe as it wriggled, and she let it fall into the fluid as they shrieked in shock, flailing for a moment before sinking beneath the surface like a rock. She swallowed her bile, the burning eyes of the trolls behind her, and continued her incantations, watching the waters begin to churn, froth and boil, an inky damning black.

Morgana repeated her final incantation and stopped. The waters still and sharp as obsidian. There was silence, as if not one of them dared to breath, and then the king put a heavy hand over Morgana’s shoulder, pressing down, pressing her to buckle.

“What now?” Maulgark asked gruffly.

Morgana exhaled and forced herself to smile behind her golden headdress. “Now we wait.”

— Ties in with Primordial Awakenings, Primordial Awakenings - Deleted Scenes, Under the Sun, and the rest of The Heart of Janus au.

[technologyvoid]

Ok. Ok it's fine. I'm sure it's fine

[czl]

who up being so scared

[noeggets]

saw a post that said this so i'm stealing it

"You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag 10 people! No skipping."

[dcviated]

icons only :: open

send things for muses to react using only 3-5 icons

@snowbelled sent: "Icons only" + Eira and Lumen dealing with an endless hoard of seaborne.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

I need everyone to remember that canonically Dick looks so similar to bruce that he can easily pass for him.

I need everyone to remember this, it’s such a funny piece of cannon lol anyway new text post!

Dick having woken up from what he pretty sure was a nightmare, heads down the stairs he forgets he’s wearing a black tank top.

Damian: oh hello father

dick not yet fully awake replies

dick: hey dami, what’s going on?

dick’s voice is still deep from just waking up and still fighting the sleep from his eyes.

Damien: not much father, waiting for Grayson

Dick: I’m right here dami *chuckles* good morning

Damian looks closer at dick and realizes it is actually Grayson, he just mistook him for Bruce because we was wearing one of Bruce’s black tank tops.

Dick: awe, buddy it’s fine. Bruce will be up soon, what do you need me for?

Damian: *huffs* I can’t reach the cookies on top of the cabinet *pouts*

Dick: sure buddy I’ll grab it, when are we going out for patrol?

Damien: soon, Signal needs us for a ‘thing’ and needs backup for a bust. So it’s a early patrol today Grayson

Dick: sounds good, he’ll be up soon. But quick question?

Dick hands Damian the cookie jar he got off the top of the cabinet

Damien: what is it?

Dick: do I really look that similar to Bruce?

Damian: regrettably.. yes

Dick: awe, that’s actually super sweet B is going to have a laugh out of this. But don’t tell him I got you the cookies he’ll kill me.

Damian who is chomping on his 4th cookie nods

Damian: I will Grayson, can you pass me the milk?

Dick: *chuckles* sure thing

Damien and Dick manage to eat all the cookies in the cookie jar while they wait for Bruce to wake up, and then talk about the plan of action for the bust. All in all it was a good morning.

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི minor pregnancy and daddy kink. breeding. sasuke being kinda mean :p ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.1k ﾉ 18+

“noisy woman .”

he’s grumbling and muttering under his breath in annoyance. other than the meeting of sweat-slicken skin, there’s your pitiful cries that make his cock twitch regrettably. you’re pretty — far too cute of a shinobi even at your sloppiest.

a sibilant sound gets wrangled from his mouth at the subtle squeeze of your wet cunt, disrupting the steady momentum of his hips.

“shit.”

sasuke breathes out huffs of hot air, goosebumps rising on your heated skin. your mind is hazy, full of the thought of his thighs pressing stickily against your ass.

his strong hands plant themselves behind your knees, pushing them on either sides of your head.

“hnn— sasukeeeeeee.”

your eyes cross and your vision blurs. the sight sends blood straight to his throbbing sac, throwing the shinobi off. he staggers, causing his to cock slip out of your wet cunt and you cry at the emptiness. 

“n-nooo.”

your sharp pink nails dig into his skin, desperate to feel more of him.

he sucks his teeth. “would you calm down ?”

he pulls your hand away, and you let it fall against your forehead. your chest raises in anticipation, sweat dripping down the slopes of your breasts. he lines his fat head with your pussy, but god, your folds . . . they’re thick and fat, covering the very hole that he needs to bury himself in.

a trail of spit splats against your center. he couldn’t help it. your pussy is already doused in his cream and your sparkly arousal, but watching the spit drip down your opening ignited a fire in him.

sasuke’s left thumb pulls your lips apart, and his other hand firmly grips his cock. he rubs his heated member against your center before promptly sheathing himself inside.

“ s-sasukeee, y’r gnna hnnh—break me !”

he groans, doubling over from the intrusion.

“shut it.”

it feels like hours has passed the way he’s been mounting you. his cock is digging out your insides, his body caging you against the bed when his spend shoots out, but he’s not done — far from it.

“m’sorry . . . but you’re so big.”

and you’re fucking cute.

you were carefully done up so prettily. ribbons woven in your pigtails, konoha headband around the cinch of your waist, but those were long gone. one pigtail loosened, your makeup smeared, and clothes exposing your tits and cunt.

sasuke isn’t one to fawn over things like looks, he’s much more practical than that, but your beauty itself is a weapon. if he wasn’t careful, you’d puncture him.

you admire his lithe build, and it amazes you that despite being so slender, his cock was able to stretch your cunt until it burned. he re-adjusts the hand behind your knee. the other grabs the side of your ass, lifting you up and down his fat cock.

his strength still takes you aback. the thrusts were too much. your pussy was thoroughly ruined. you slowly begin to use your elbows to clamor away from the uchiha, but he grabs you tighter.

“don’t run from it.”

he’s never particularly talkative. only when he gets competitive and even then, he’d rather let his actions speak for themselves. but now, he can’t stop himself from provoking you. you were easy to rile up.

his hands on your hips slide down to grip the softness of your ass again to tug you back on his cock. your pussy makes an audible squelch when it collides against the base of his pelvis.

“what happened to all that talk earlier, hm ?” he eyes your lewd body, and god , maybe he can understand why jiraiya started waxing poetics about pretty girls.

pretty girls with pretty mouths and pretty holes to breed. he tugs at a puffy nipple, eager to put it in his mouth.

“‘I'm a big girl I can take it.’ that’s what you said, right? so show me. show me how big girls take it.”

you sniffle at the snark in his tone and condescension, but the trail of his warm tongue tracing the lines of your neck softens you.

“y’r mean sasuke.”

“and you’re a brat.”

he kisses you square on the lips, stuffing his tongue in your mouth. his thumb twirls around your clit, drawing precise patterns.

“am I still mean?”

you mewl from the redundant stroke on your achy bud .

“ a buh-big fat meanie.”

he gives one of his charming smirks that borders on a sly smile.

“but you like it. . . and you love me, which is why you said you help me, right ?”

he grabs his cock by the thickest part to pull out. he wipes his meaty tip on your sloppy mound before forcing himself back in. your walls squeeze around his girth, desperate to be full once more.

“'said you’d help me restore my clan.”

his palms pressed down on your belly, right where his cock reached. he’s stimulating all your sensitive spots, and you can barely put words together.

“god — you-you’re so . .”

he spanks your cunt and a pathetic stream of arousal escapes audibly.

he chuckles. “noisy mouth and an even noisier pussy . how cute.”

your knees want to close and push him away from you, but he doesn’t move . like an animal, he keeps you pinned down, and like prey, you can't break free from his grasp. only instead of sinking his claws into you, he sinks his cock deeper, pressing up against your womb.

“squeezing me so tightly. you must want it so bad.” he’s flushed against you, resting all his weight to keep you in place.

“want me to make you a uchiha ? my little wife ?"

“hiccup—p-please.”

“please what ?”

you whine, “make me yours.”

your legs connect at hips, pushing him further into you. he grunts, “so shameless . . . a filthy woman.”

you’re embarrassed. tears wells up in your eyes, and you look at him with adoration, even as he talks so recklessly.

“keep staring at me like that. m’ gonna breed this fat cunt all night.”

he gives you another messy kiss and there’s a surge of happiness when he matches your eagerness. he poured everything into it, tongue lapping at your lips and swallowing your precious moans.

“wan’ to make you a daddy , sasuke,” you whisper.

and he nearly bottoms out. “f-fuck.”

you reach down to grab your breast that jumps with every thrust, pulling on a pert nipple.

“gonna fuck you until my seed takes. until your tits get fat with milk.”

sasuke's on the brink of a rush . though he pursued a life of darkness and revenge, he buried that angst long ago. still, he never thought he’d live to think about things like women and starting families of his own, and now he was here making it a reality.

his mind is plagued with the images of children, a fruitful clan and the swell of your stomach.

he delivers more plunges, fat balls slapping against your seam until they throb. he expels with a sudden start, releasing inside you for the umpteenth that night.

he presses you flushed against him, determined to have nothing escape, not even a drop. he wanted to be sure that you’d be true to your word. you’d be his little wife, free to use and knock up.

sasuke rubs your belly, eyes gleaming red from the numbing intensity. he takes greedy gulps of air watching as you’re stricken with complete lust.

his name falls from your lips like a spell and there’s the familiar burn of desire swirling in his abdomen.

“one more time.”

[aguineapig]

why are people all of a sudden needing to explain why EEAAO is better than marvel movies. Is it also unclear why Undertale can be more fun than a happy meal toy?

[savagegood]

Reader, it has happened already. Less than a month after it debuted, the Black Mirror episode Joan Is Awful has already become the unlikely figurehead of the strike. It's the story of a woman who, at the end of each day, realises with horror that her actions have been folded into a Dropout-style biographical drama, where all her bad traits and regrettable decisions are played out onscreen by Salma Hayek. Except, as the episode goes along, we learn that it isn’t Hayek at all; it’s an AI-generated likeness of Hayek, commissioned by unethical executives working for a monolithic streaming platform. It couldn’t be more timely. A sticking point of the Sag-Aftra strike is the potential that AI could soon render all screen actors obsolete. Chief negotiator Duncan Crabtree-Ireland laid bare the AMPTP’s so-called “groundbreaking AI proposal,” which holds the potential to wipe out an entire pathway to breaking into the industry, as well as a reliable source of income for many. The reported proposal hinged on the ability for background actors to be “scanned, get paid for one day’s pay” and for that company to “own that scan of their image, their likeness, and to be able to use it for the rest of eternity in any project they want with no consent and no compensation.” It’s a similar line to the one currently taken by the striking WGA writers. Eventually, they claim, technology will advance enough to make an AI-generated script that is indistinguishable from one created by a human. These scripts would be cheap and instant, and – even though they’re essentially composite jobs, made by scraping existing scripts – they would immediately put an entire profession out of work.

fellas, we're really in it (a black mirror episode) now

[inkfamy]

Two bros hanging out

Spent some time rearranging my lego bonsai and then I thought, you know who would love this,,