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It was about damn time someone showed this story a good amount of respect on desiblr. Audio dramas in Indian languages have dominated for years but none as much as Bhaskar Bose. A Spotify original...
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All I want for Christmas is Mobility? 🎅🏻
Hello friends. My name is Enya and I have been suffering from Diabetic Neuropathy I have been slowly losing my ability to walk short and long distances. I have been experiencing mild to severe pain that has affected my mobility. This is why I am fundraising for a motorized wheel chair to gain some semblance of my independance.
Here is a general understanding of Diabetic Neuropathy.
I am happy and grateful to announce that so far I have raised $75
Special Thank you 💕
• Alexander
• Sasha
• Joshua
• Rodney
I am grateful to any and all participation wether it’s donating or sharing/reblogging. My wish is to recieve my wheelchair before the end of November. Please, please, please - Sabrina Carpenter
If you want to donate directly
Venmo: Enyasaint
CA: $Enyasaint
https://gofund.me/c347d35f
#homestuck#sonic the hedgehog#quotes#poetry#photography#painting#christmas#thanksgiving#original art#mcr#literature#japan#illustration#genshin impact#food#f1#fanart#fashion#donations#doodle#Spotify
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can't stop won't stop
also i found out this gif works well with almost any song written in 4/4 time bc its 8 fps. either that or its the tempo of the song. idk anything about music theory.
for example... 132 bpm
another example, 118 bpm
i think its sweet spot is between the two...
#oc: luv#my art#my animation#art#artwork#artists on tumblr#digital art#furry#furry fandom#furry art#fursona#furryart#furry character#cute furry#furry artwork#sfw furry#furry oc#anthro art#anthro#anthropomorphic#furries#animation#2d animation#animated#traditional animation#original animation#hand drawn animation#gif#Spotify
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#deep love#love of my life#i love her#obsessive love#i love him#lovers#i love this#i love you#lovely breasts#black and white#artists on tumblr#gloria pires#love#touch#bw#amazing#passion#gothic#soft aesthetic#original photography on tumblr#strangex7#nature#keşfet#aesthetic#travel#photografy#spotify#couple#lostonyoubabe#design
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diet mountain dew
"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"
pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader
warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.
summary: you let klaus feed on you.
you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.
"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.
your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.
"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.
he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.
with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.
"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.
klaus let out a low moan in response.
you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.
to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.
but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.
one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.
he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.
you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.
you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.
you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.
your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.
feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.
every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.
he needed relief. he needed more.
"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.
his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.
if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.
you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.
so he forced himself to break a part from you.
he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.
"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"
klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.
"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"
"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.
"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.
you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.
you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.
he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.
he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.
the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.
with a soft grunt he penetrated both.
your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.
you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.
he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.
as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.
he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.
you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.
you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.
and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.
with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.
just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.
he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.
klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"
the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.
"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."
#the vampire diaries#tvd#the originals#legacies#legacies cw#tvd universe#tvdu#tvd fandom#the originals fandom#tvd x reader#the originals x reader#tvd x you#the originals x you#tvd imagine#the originals imagine#niklaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#niklaus mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#niklaus mikaelson x you#klaus mikaelson x you#niklaus mikaelson imagine#klaus mikaelson imagine#niklaus mikaelson smut#klaus mikaelson smut#lana del rey#born to die#diet mountain dew#spotify#Spotify
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Yandere thoughts~
Yandere who stalks you for months to nervous to be seen by you, when you glance at him for the first time he’s fully convinced your inlove with him but just to shy to say so.
Yandere who sneaks into your room while your away stealing small things like your favorite t shirt covered in your scent, or your blanket anything he can get his hands on that smells and feels like you just intoxicating his mind making it go fuzzy.
Yandere who finally ties you kidnapping you when your asleep licking you away in a room for him to keep to himself, feeding you leaving gifts but never actually talking to you just watching you through cameras he set up around the room.
Yandere who musters up the strength to talk to you making himself look sweet being nice to you making you think maybe “he’s not so bad” and once your trusting of him enough he starts to cling to you holding you touching you all over soon starting with kisses til you grow fond of them.
Yandere who first fucks you growing crazed as he keeps humping and fucking himself into you whining as his cock twitches stretching you out shoving his face in your pecs drooling and sucking on them as he takes you snapping his hips til your ass hole burns from how long he has been inside you making it stretch wide for his girth as his hips stutter.
Yandere who grips your hips too tight when he fucks you making you whine as his hands tremble gripping at your plush flesh l tightly as he gasps ramming himself erratically into your prostate making it sore as you feel the pressure of his cock all the way in your stomach but he doesn’t stop even when you’re thighs are shaking and your a drooling mess he stays shakily thrusting like a rabid bunny in mating season on top of you.
#x male reader#x male reader smut#bottom male reader#sub male reader#mlm ns/fw#gay mlm#yandere cw#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere mlm#male yandere x male reader#yandere x male reader#top Yandere#yandere#yandere obsession#yandere original character#yandere oneshot#Spotify
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gaydar
practicing more bold lineart.. i lovedrawing him doing big evil grin bc igetto draw his tooth gappp he doesnt grin with his teeth alot normally so idodnt gettp draw it..
igive him impractical underboob window becayse ilove him...
#drawing#digital art#art#oc#illustration#my art#supernormal#original character#supervillain oc#ink#oc drawing#clip studio paint#supervillain#villain oc#Spotify
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Do you think that when decades and centuries pass, he'll still visit him?
(shapes and pines au by @void-dude )
p.s. i love the work dude!!! keep it up!!
#gravity falls#gravity falls au#shapes and pines au#shapes and pines#gravity falls angst#i had a vision#and that vision was originally intended to be fully rendered but then i got lazy#anyway i did this in like 3-4 days inbetween classes because this au was rotating in my brain#nonstop. for like days#can you tell i dont know how to draw trees#Spotify
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END GAME
PART ONE
pairing: lucifer x fallen angel! fem! reader
fandom: hazbin hotel
genre: fluff
warnings: no warnings yet.
notes: very feral for this man and this is multishot fic and would be writing a smut for this. Reader is close to his age (probably a hundred years younger but meh)
additional notes: this is a long one.
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[y/n] stood in the podium, her hands bound by golden chains. She looked at the higher angels who sat on the high chairs of the courtroom, her [e/c] eyes stared at them with boredom. She never liked being in heaven, so many rules to the point she couldn't breathe. She was created a few years after the infamous Lucifer fell from grace, she admired him. She has heard his cause and mentally agreed to his beliefs—she couldn't say it out loud as the higher beings would punish her. She was a good angel, always a rule follower and a good role model, then she suffered from burnt out, repeating the same thing everyday—waking up, praying, doing good, following the rules.
She started questioning their ways and now, the time has come for it to bite her back as she finally faces a trial. [Y/n] what happened the majority of her trial, she remembers doing a couple of nods in agreement and occasionally rolling her eyes whenever Adam said something stupid. She couldn't take whatever bullshit Sera was yapping about and decided to cut her off, “Enough about all these rules, just admit that us angels are egomaniacs, always hungry for control. Heck, Lucifer was right with his intentions but you guys saw it as an act of disobedience. You didn't like what he was doing since it didn't follow what you guys wanted him to do.” She said coldly, her tone making the whole room tense and cold, “he thought it was unfair to the humans to follow whatever heaven's command is without question and hesitation. But Lucifer gave them freedom,” [y/n] pauses, glaring at the higher beings, eyebrows furrowed and her eyes staring at their very soul, “Heaven is fake, you put on a show for everyone, pretending that everything is fine and this is a fun place filled with peace and we all know you guys want them to blindly follow your rules.”
“Do not ever speak his name or do you want to follow where he is?” Sera asked loudly, her voice commanding and echoing off the walls of the court but her message just made the angel in trial smirk, “Oh...? Frankly speaking, I think hell seems to be a better and more fun place than heaven. I could do whatever the fuck I want.” [y/n] says with a smirk, heart thumping loudly for the first curse word she had said. This made Sera more angry, “Then, so be it.” Sera sneers.
Falling... So this is what Icarus felt when he flew too close to the sun. Lucifer was lucky as heaven wasn't this harsh before, [y/n] closes her eyes as she felt the stinging pain of the wind caressing her back, golden ichor flowing from where her wings should be, but despite the pain, a grin was plastered on her face as she embraced the imminent pain she'll receive once she hits the burning ground of hell. Despite the extreme pain she felt on her back, the missing part of her that heaven decided to take—she felt free, shimmering tears cascades down her cheeks as she cried for her acquired freedom while simultaneously mourning for the loss of her wings. Her weak body passing by many, many clouds, passing by the crust of the earth and soon she could see the fiery red skies of hell, she can only wait for the impact.
She could hear the sound of something breaking and cracking, the loud ringing on her ears before her world turned dark. Falling from grace isn't enough to kill her.
Lucifer's usual schedule usually consists of him wallowing in self pity inside his room, making rubber ducks, or having an existential crisis in his balcony. Lucifer just so happens to be on his balcony that day, talking to his newly created rubber duck that looks like his daughter when his eyes noticed the dark red clouds of hell parting and a figure falling at extreme speeds, at first he thought it was another soul who ended up in hell but his eyes widened to see occasional gold shimmering on the figure. “What...” Lucifer murmurs in confusion, his eyes following the figure and what the...? It's about to land in his front yard.
Only his eyes widened in fear as the figure crashed and golden ichor splattered everywhere. The realization damned upon him that another angel has fallen from grace.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Lucifer never cursed so much as he jumped off the balcony, three pairs of wings springing out of his back as he quickly flew next to the crash site. “I swear to me if this person died,” this wouldn't be the first time someone died in his front yard but it would be the first time an angel would, but can an angel even die from this impact?
He quickly checked the fallen angel, identified that it's a female. She looked like such a mess, golden ichor splattered everywhere, messy hair from falling, eye bags, and passed out but despite all that, he found her to be very beautiful, “I swear to me, this isn't the time Lucifer.” he muttered to himself as he began to work and make sure this woman is treated properly. What made the king of hell freeze was when he used his power to lift her up gently, he noticed that so much blood was gushing out of her back where the bone that should connect to her wings. He just realized why this angel crashed, she couldn't fly. She doesn't have her wings anymore and that realization filled his heart with anger.
He stared at her broken form lying on the bed of the spare guest room of the castle, he couldn't fully heal her. There's a limit to how much his angelic powers could do, it can't reverse the damage heaven themselves have done to her. Thankfully, he managed to fix all broken bones and close the wounds she had received but he can't fix the trauma she'll receive from this. Believe him, he tried (with himself).
His hand caressed away the hair that was falling on her face, finally taking a good look on her. She looked more beautiful without those wounds, she looked better without the stress—a contrast to the first time he's seen her. Warmth flooding his cheeks, he doesn't even realize that the red of his cheeks has become significantly darker.
“Ah, Lucifer stop. You don't even know this woman,” Lucifer mutters in annoyance as he squeezes his own cheeks to stop the warmth before eventually leaving the guest room to continue his usual routine.
He's starting to get worried, the fallen angel that currently resides in his guest room still hasn't woken up. It's been eight days. He spent the entire week checking up on her and continuing to treat her, he admits that this unknown angel's presence did good to his mental health as he was busy worrying for her that he forgets to listen to his intrusive thoughts. “What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer mutters softly as he places his hands above her, hovering over her body as golden hue begins to glow. Slowly and surely healing her.
Aching pain in her muscles is what she felt, slowly regaining consciousness. [Y/n] woke up in an unfamiliar room, oddly reminds her of the rooms that only royalty have. She tried to move her muscles but she could feel it cracking from not moving for a long time. “What happened...?” she asked herself softly, trying to remember what happened. The trial, Sera's anger, Adam being annoying, falling, her wings, then crashing. “Where am I?” she asked herself again, her voice croaking slightly, she slowly moved her body so she could sit on the bed, her eyes wandering everywhere, taking in her surroundings. She noticed that the symbol apple and snake was present on the designs of the tinted windows. The door opens.
Another week has passed, still no sign of her waking up. Lucifer was walking towards the guest room, preparing himself to try to heal her again. He opens the door and he froze to see the fallen angel who's usually lying limp on the bed is now sitting and staring on the window. “You're awake.” he says softly and she turned to look at him, her eyes, it's so beautiful. “Who are you?” she asked him softly and he smiled, “The name's Lucifer Morningstar, welcome to hell.”
#Spotify#lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer magne#lucifer#PLEASEE THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A SMUT BUT I DECIDED TO DO A BACKGROUND WRITING ON THEM FIRST FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO BLOOM#“END GAME” — LUCIFER X READER
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I'm so lonesome all the time
Some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
#trolls#trolls 3#it would have been so dark if floyd wasnt able to sing at the end of the movie#but wouldnt that have been interesting#i almost thought thats what they were doing with lonely people cause i didnt think troye sounded that good ... 👀#trolls band together#dreamworks trolls#floyd trolls#trolls floyd#Brozone#velvet and veneer#this was originally and idea i had that involved assistant creek au but .. i think its nice on its own#I've never added a song on a post before!!!#i have a lot of thoughts about floyd. none of them coherent and all of them very very sad#Spotify
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I made some poems about America; this one, recorded, is called Ramble.
Disclaimer: This work is an exploration of the contemporary American experience, reflecting on broader conditions I've witnessed across the country—themes such as misogyny, racism, homophobia, transphobia, incel culture, radicalization, geopolitical anxieties, societal burnout, and more are explored. I don't harbor negative beliefs towards any group of people mentioned, but rather aimed to highlight perspectives that have become prominent in our polarized political climate. I hope it's enjoyed and resonates on some level.
The unfinished annotated poem for context / personal reading:
#original poem#poems and poetry#poetry#poems on tumblr#poem#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#poetic#spoken poetry#spoken word#spoken poem#contemporary art#minimal art#experimental#art#artists on tumblr#spotify#short story#original story#story telling#america#elections#americans#politics#writing#writers on tumblr#creative writing#performance#performing art#Spotify
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That’s their song imo. (Like it represents them, especially Fiddleford)
Decided to draw something happy for once as a “thank you” for all the support I’ve been getting , seriously thank you all so much.
Also some art of my ocs (Eleonor and Jennifer) because they also deserve happiness)
#fiddauthor#fordsquared#banjoportal#ford^2#fiddleford mcgucket#the book of bill#stanford pines#gravity falls#ford pines#fanart#digital art#art#they make me sick#Spotify#original character#oc#oc art#the scarlet eyes
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Chubby goth dragon boy…
like if you agree…
Emile from my studio project, fuckin hell I love him. He’s so whimsigoth Robert smith the cure lullaby disintegration bed rotting as an aesthetic comfy sweater core.
#anthro#furry#dragon#oc#original character#sketchbook#furry art#anthro dragon#plushie#weirdfur#whimsigoth#goth#alternative#the cure#Spotify#plush
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#dean winchester#spn#supernatural#spnfandom#fandom#spnfamily#spn fanart#fanart#drawing#dean studies#artists on tumblr#original art#art#digital art#illustration#Spotify
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“i started criminal minds as a young man but i ended it a middle aged woman.” - mgg
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