#tage future

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

MHZ Legacy (Copywrite & Tage Future) Mass Temple feat Stephen Kilroy

[ispridestillasin]

Here's another snippet of my Alador divorces Odalia Early au. This takes place waaaaay off in the future when Luz shows up and I have to worry about what I changed about canon. But for now I don't, so here:

"Is Graye going to be there," Amity asked Gus.

"Graye? Who's that," Luz asked from her place on the floor with King

"Oh, no one important."

"No one important? No one important!" Gus shook with excitement as he paced around the room. "He's only the greatest illusionist of all time! He's the head of the Illusion Coven! Of course he's going to be there!"

"Gus really admires him," Willow said as she leaned down to give King more pets.

"Oh, well, then I can't go," Amity told them.

"Why not?"

"I'm not allowed to go to conventions when Graye is there. He's my dad's ex."

"YOUR DAD DATED ADRIAN GRAYE?!"

"Gus!" Willow yelped as Gus shoved his way onto the couch and climbed over her to reach Amity.

[obdong]

I do remember once a long time ago on my old blog someone asked for me to tag smoking...I wonder if they still follow me...hmmm.........

[rose-fall]

Q&A

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General

Q: Why are they furries?

A: ‘Cause I want them to be. I’m a furry and I enjoy drawing anthro characters. I know them being anthros have nothing to do with the story, lore, or symbolism at all but I don’t really care.

Q: Why are there two blogs? Why not just post the pages on this one?

A: I post the pages on a separate blog, @rose-fall-comic, for organization purposes. It’s easier to navigate the comic there than it would be on this blog. The pages have their own tagging system and I don’t want to add a whole bunch more tags to my tag guide just for volume navigation alone, so I feel it’s just best to keep them all in one place instead.

Adaptations

Q: Can I make a comic dub of Rose Fall?

A: Not yet. I know I’ll be ok with it one day though (when that happens I’ll update this answer). Just not now.

Q: Can I translate the comic into another language?

A: Yes, I’m all for making the comic accessible for other languages. As long as you keep the integrity of the original (dont change any story details, don’t change characters’ genders, sexualities, etc.). I will not endorse any translations that change things up like that. Make sure to post it with proper credit too, including links to the original english version. I’d prefer you post it either on Tumblr or ComicFury. If you want textless versions of the pages, DM me and I’ll provide you a link to a Trello board that holds textless versions of public pages so it’ll be easier for you to edit.

Other Permissions

Q: Can I submit any of the characters to gimmick blogs? (otd blogs, polls, etc.)

A: Nope. I don’t want the kind of exposure polls or otd (of the day) blogs would give. Or any gimmick blog for that matter. This includes gimmick blogs made to be specifically about Rose Fall too (examples: roleplay blogs, incorrect quote blogs, out of context blogs, confession blogs, etc.).

Q: Can I make a tvtropes/fandom wiki/etc. page/article on Rose Fall?

A: Nope. I don’t plan on making any myself either. So if a fandom wiki, tvtropes page, etc. is made but there’s no announcement on this blog about it, then it is an unofficial source and most likely unreliable.

Q: Are headcanons regarding the characters ok?

A: It depends. I don’t want anyone having headcanons that changes a character’s gender or orientation (since none of my characters are allocishet) or headcanons that removes a character’s transness or disability. However, I am fine with trans headcanons of characters that aren’t canonically trans (as long as the gender itself isn’t changed) and headcanons that give a character a disability they aren’t confirmed to have (as long as its disability-positive, none of that “this character is an awful person so they must have [insert demonized mental disability]” bullshit). I also ask to not spread headcanons as though they are fact.

Questions That Will Be Ignored

Q: Can you draw this or that for me?

A: I’m not taking requests. I’ll make posts whenever I’m feeling up for it though. But those times will be temporary and they won’t occur often.

Q: What would this character look like in a certain media’s world? / How would this character fit in a certain media’s world?

A: I don’t like trying to translate my characters into worlds they weren’t made for. So you won’t be getting any answers to these kinds of questions. The same goes for whenever I’m open for requests too, I won’t take any requests that are like “draw so-and-so as if they were in this one media’s world”.

Q: What are your thoughts on *insert other webcomic name*?

A: I won’t answer these kinds of questions and any similar because they are not Rose Fall related. And while we’re at it, I don’t want anyone to name drop any other creators here under any context either. To avoid spreading misinformation. If I do ever somehow respond to a question that name drops another creator, the post will be private. If you want to see the kind of webcomics I like - and suggest new ones to me - you can do so here: @ausi-supports-webcomics

Q: *insert what is essentially roleplay*

A: Just don’t try to roleplay in my inbox lol. If you wanna interact with my characters, you can do so at the ask blog, @ask-rose-fall.

Q: *insert what is essentially venting*

A: We are both strangers to each other. I’d prefer you didn’t vent in my inbox. Please talk with a professional or someone you trust if you’re feeling unsafe. If by any chance I do answer, the post will be private.

[chemicalarospec]

thanks for the tag!!

last song: "I've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers" by fall out boy

favorite color: purple

last book/fic: currently reading this Snowbaz Jane Eyre AU, it's pretty good (it's also pretty shot, it's just taking me a couple days because I haven't sat down with the intent to binge fanfic lol)

last movie: I think... The Social Network

last show: probably Hannibal? or some really bad BL i gave up on it was so bad lol. well my mom's been watching a lot of Star Trek so i've sort of been watching along though.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or savory. (also prev WOW, no sugar until 12 is ABSURD)

relationships: non-partnering for now, though I keep thinking about becoming self-partnered. my familial relationships are great, but I'm kinda lacking in the friend department lol (i like to take a deconstructing-relationship-hierarchies approach to this one from time to time :) )

last thing i googled: "how many 9nces is a cup" cuz i was at the store trying to buy heavy cream and wasn't sure if a small size would suffice. in the end it was supposed to be exactly the right amount but when i measured it out i had some left??

current obsession: somehow my Fall Out Boy listening time is down to 1 hour already, so I guess I'm not obsessed-obsessed anymore, but I'm still close enough I'd say.

I look forward to telling you: uh idk what to say for this... "look forward to telling you" uhh that i'm glad we met?

tagging: @mentally-unstable-fangirl @playgroundeyes @whaaaaaaaalllle6 @lowoliet @petewentz- @impulsivedecisionsat3am @reinventlqve @barringtonishigh @sophaeros @d0ubledarez

10 people I’d like to get to know better

10 people I’d like to get to know better

Since I had two separate tags in this, @spaceyjessa and @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog I decided I would make a separate post.

Last song:  with lyrics: Beautiful Boy by The Last Dinner Party (I found out about this band like two weeks ago and now I’m going through a phase I’m obsessed)

Without lyrics: I am ready by Kevin Kiner & Sean Kiner: from the bad batch season three soundtrack. Been listening to it a lot lately, as it feels pretty prevalent to the time of my life that I’m at

Favourite color: light pinks and baby blues

Last book/fic: the last book I finished was defy the storm, by Tessa Gratton (I’m getting closer and closer to being caught up on THR)

Fic: Mace Windu fixes the timeline (You should read it, it’s wonderful) 

Last movie: the rise of Skywalker (yes, I love the sequel trilogy and what about it 💅)

Last show: the bad batch... I’m re-watching, again... how predictable 🙄

Sweet/spicy/savory: I have a big sweet tooth, especially when it comes to chocolate

Relationship: single real life, but in love with countless fictional characters inside my head🤩

Last thing I googled: what does the quest cookies and cream protein bar taste like? (look, I have arfid. I can’t just buy new things to try without knowing exactly what I’m getting into first)

Current obsession: Star Wars, duh! Specifically clones and TBB, the Mandalorian and the high republic

I look forward to telling you: that if you’re reading this you’re wonderful

No pressure tags (and I’m sorry if you’re being tagged again)  @clonethirstingisreal @eobe @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream and anyone else who would like to.

[miakate-writes]

Domestic romance prompts [part two] <3

[a/n: thank u guys so much for all the love on part one, 400 notes is crazy to me. i appreciate every one of you who took the time to read my prompts.]

buying their first home together. the first night spent on a mattress on the floor. having a pizza picnic and making endless pinterest boards for decoration ideas.

late night talks. future family, future jobs, future holidays, even future meals they want to cook, or books they want to read, or movies they want to watch. as long as they do it together.

the specific curve in character A’s chest that fits character B’s head so perfectly. B manages to find it every night and can’t sleep without it.

having a scheduled date night and the both of them looking forward to the date throughout a busy week. once date night arrives they’re both super excited whilst getting ready and on the way.

A keeping B from getting out of bed for work in the morning, wrapping an arm around their waist and pulling them back in for “just a few more minutes.”

B talking about their bad day and A deciding that they don’t like the people that made the day bad. A now has a not-so-secret vendetta against those people and will voice it on the daily.

[a/n 2: if anyone has anyone prompts ideas or wants to see me write for any specific prompts (for any specific characters?) pls don’t hesitate to pop into my asks box :D and if you end up using any of my prompts pls tage me, i would love to read them!]

[plus it would mean so much to me if you would follow me on tiktok and instagram @/miakate.writes <3]

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

Previous part / Next chapter

a/n: the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨ We have Az pov in this😌

warning: mention of labor, past trauma that's all. I think...

They are of age in this story. Young adults!

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Nyx's POV:

The side lake cabin was where Nyx had taken her. He wasn't sure why that place was the first thing that came to his mind. But it was the furthest place from Velaris and something deep within Nyx screamed that they had to get away. Wrong choices you are making, my boy. Nyx tightened the muscles in his jaw. It was an odd feeling. Having her here was both a relief and a worry.

Zofie was, as Nyx had come to learn, pretty out of it. Most of the time, when her power flared up, she would be left drained and emotionless. Just starting at something ahead of her, till her mind regained enough strength. Nyx still remembered when Rhys brought both her and Axel from the sanctuary. She whined from the pain her body had been in. When Madja and everyone else had left, Nyx had reached up to take her hand. His veins had turned inky black as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into him. He had pulled away at first, worried that he had done something wrong, but the frown on Zofie's forehand had eased. It had taken him one look at his palm to know. So he sat there for hours, holding her hand, till his bones ached. Till the light pink sheen returned to her skin.

Nyx had taken her straight to the bathing chamber. With one flick of his wrist, the hot water was pouring out of the installations on the wall. He shrugged his jacket off, not too keen on getting the leather wet. But... Nyx, you're walking on eggshells. But you felt like a cube of ice in his hands. He had tried to keep a conversation going as he flew, but she didn't respond, not even once. So he let her listen to the sound of the wind without any distractions. Now he pushed Zofie backwards carefully. Hands holding her forearms to steady her. The warm water crashed over her. Soaking her hair and body. She let out a deep breath. As if coming up for air. Her hands clasped his biceps. "Nyx," she breathed out, and fuck if it wasn't the prettiest sound. He hated when others called out for him. But not her. He could listen to... Nyx! He carefully brushed some of her black hair away from her face, tilting her head up so he could see her eyes. She blinked up. The black still rimmed the very edges of her golden eyes. "I'm here, Sunny; I've got you," he muttered, bringing her closer to his chest. Zofie's arms snaked around his torso as warm water crashed over them both. Their clothes stuck to their skin. Nyx's shirt cringed to his toned body, leaving very little to the imagination as the white material got translucent. His hands made quick work of Zofie's skirt. Her soaked skirt had to be heavy. So his hands made quick work of the buttons and string before the material hit the floor with a thud. Nyx, for fuck sake... His eyes didn't linger. Well, they did. But only for a moment as her toned legs came into view. Self-induced torture—that's what this was. But he pushed all of his thoughts aside. Letting the water drown it out too.

Neither of them had an idea of how long they stayed there. The room was fogged up and so humid that water was trickling down the walls. Their fingers had grown pruney, and Nyx managed to shift in the meantime, with no wings on display now. Zofie blinked a couple of times, pulling her face back from Nyx's chest. Her findings trailed down his side. Side. She could see the ink covering his ribs. Ink she hasn't seen before... And then the most beautiful golden eyes finally met Nyx's purple ones. "When did you get this?" Zofie's dainty fingers touched the damp material, right where you could just about make out the new tattoo. "Are you checking me out, Zof?" , Nyx teased as his eyes too fell on the new addition. Zofie let out a huff, "I'm not, but..." her eyes didn't leave the somewhat flower-resembling line work. "You used to tell me about things like this." And he did. They talked a lot when they could.

It of course changed a lot when he had to go to the camp so they could train, but... How was he meant to say that he was miserable the second time they had to go back? He was so fed up, and all he could think of was her and Axel had laughed at him and...

"We stole a couple of bottles of wine in the camp and woke up with these," Nyx admitted. Zofie's eyes grew big. "We... Axel and you?", she questioned. Nyx's lips curled upward. Zofie didn't need to hear him say it; she knew that she was right as it was, "Mom would freak out if she knew." Her voice was low as she shook her head. "Hence why you won't say a word," Nyx booed her nose, making Zofie pull back slightly with a scowl. "Are you okay to step out?", Nyx asked softly, his hands still holding her. He watched as Zofie slowly realized where they were. Water. Steam. Her frozen body feels limber. So she simply nodded her head.

They separated to change, but not before Nyx pulled out some of his clothes for Zofie to wear. "We can go back", her soft voice filled the main room of the cabin. This had to be the smallest house his parents owned. All it had was a rather big bathing chamber. A tiny kitchen and the rest of the place was occupied by the bed and huge windows. Nyx said nothing at first as he tossed some more wood into the fire.

"We're not going", his voice was calm and collected. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "I need to go home. Papa will be mad, and my mom just gave birth; it's not...", she rambled on, clearly getting frustrated by the situation now that her emotions had settled.

"Then why were you by the bank?", Nyx cut in quickly, making the girl in front of him stutter. Her eyes grew wide for a split second before she narrowed them down, "I could ask you the same thing." Here she was. His little flicker. Nyx smirked slightly, "Don't argue with me, darling." Pushing Zofie's buttons was one of his favorite things to do, ever since he learned that he could rile her up enough to make her cheeks heat with crimson he had used it to his advantage. She huffed at the nickname she hated. "Or what? You'll stomp your foot, and your dad will come running," she snarled. That line of frustration took over, but her soft heart was too gentle for this, so the moment the words left her mouth, her palm came up to cover her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Zofie muttered through her fingers. She knew that there were times when the princeling hated his relationship with Rhys. The court. The high lordship had put endless pressure on him while he was left to smile at it all. "My dad has been barking in my head every since I got you here," Nyx admitted as he walked closer to her, "But I ain't bringing you to anyone until you tell me what happened." His tone was soft. It was always soft when he was talking to Zofie. The girl let out a sigh. A deep one. A painful one and Nyx couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, you and I, remember?" The line had been a joke when they were little. The two had plotted to steal the rest of Nyx's birthday cake. It was a ride-or-die kind of deal. But the line stuck. And ever since, it has been Zofie and Nyx. She nodded at his words. But her mother stayed silent - still too exhausted to talk it out.

"Come on, lay down with me," Nyx muttered. He sounded desperate. Zofie shook her head immediately, "We can't. We shouldn't." Nyx knew that she mostly feared his scent mixing with hers. Their parents had lived long enough to catch them if they weren't careful. "Why not, as if I'm going to undress you and kiss you all over?", Nyx muttered with a smirk. Zofie let out a gasp, hitting his chest. "Nyx," she muttered with a chuckle. "I made sure my dad heard that too", he whispered, and Zofie huffed in return. She knew that the high lord's family had mind-to-mind communication. "Nyx, for the love of mother, what sick joy do you have of pissing your uncle off?" She was well aware that both Azriel and Nyx had been snarling at one another for as long as she could remember. But in the past couple of years, it has grown increasingly worse. "Someone needs to keep him on his toes. Uncle Cass and da-Rhys had gone too soft," Nyx shrugged his shoulders as he tugged at Zofie's hand, pulling her closer to the massive bed.

"Come on, I don't bite," he said, urging her to follow him. "I can smell your magic on you," Nyx muttered as she climbed in next to him. She had always been a massive cuddle bug. He had always hated it. His mom had smothered him without stopping. Rhys was no better. The older he got, the more suffocating it became. "Is that bad?", Zofie asked, pushing her long black hair over one shoulder. Nyx loved her hair—not just her hair, but...Nyx, composure tactics?

"You're stressed and sad, so you smell like a rotten grape," he breathed out jokingly. Zofie gaped at him. "Oh, fuck you," she huffed, turning to get out of the bed she had only settled in, but Nyx caught her hand with ease. "I'm kidding, Sunny", he breathed out with a chuckle, she didn't fight him on it. "You're so childish...", "I thought you liked your boys wild," Nyx winked at her, making Zofie shake her head.

"Can you at least let your dad know that we are okay so my mom doesn't have to worry?" His lover girl, aways think of others. Nyx tugged her one more time, enough this time for her to settle against his chest. "Believe me, he knows." Nyx was rather surprised as to why Rhys hadn't shown up. It would take him no effort to winnow here. His wards were triggered when Nyx entered the cabin, so the high lord wouldn't even have to spend time wondering where they went.

"When are you going back?", Nyx drew his attention back to the girl when her voice filled the quiet space. He also knew what she meant. Back to the camp. If not for YN going into labor, they wouldn't have been back at all. They still had a week there before the break. "Not sure; family emergencies can earn you a couple of days," he breathed out. The weight of Zofie against his chest felt so soothing. She nodded against his chest. Her eyes were no longer open. Her body slowly eased, and once her last bits of self-restraint began to fade, Nyx felt that overwhelming pinch, and the emotions that slipped past her shields poured right into him. Nyx closed his own eyes, letting the sensation ease. "That will do," Zofie muttered, her hand moving to lay on his side, right over the tattoo she had discovered today. "It'll have to, sunshine. We will have to make it count," Nyx muttered, leaning to press a loving kiss to her forehead before the two drifted off to sleep.

Azriel's POV:

He had been on edge for a while. You had been laboring for the past two days before the baby was finally here. No one had prepared Azriel for the fear that would be eating him alive while he watched you labor. You were a fighter. Always had been, but even you couldn't hide the agony. The white, cotton-like snow fell heavily on the grass outside. Such a calm season for such madness to be unfolding. Never had he thought that he would have a winter baby.

Azriel felt so fulfilled as he held Novie in his arms. A father. He felt so blessed to be in a position where you two could conceive. You both knew your chances of getting pregnant were higher based on the fact that you both had Illyrian blood running through your bodies. At least partly. Hence practically no trouble doing so, and well, the practice weeks, as Azriel loved to call them, hadn't stretched all that far.

Now she was here, and she was perfect. Another perfect girl. Her tiny, black-feathered wings were tucked against her back. She was a perfect mix of you both. Azriel had held her for hours before he made his way downstairs. With you asleep and the baby in Axel's arms, he needed a moment to breathe and eat, considering that he hadn't swallowed a single bite in quite a while. That's when he found his mother with troubled eyes. Cassian was standing there too. The protector within the spymaster stirred. And all hell broke loose when Cassian finally spoke.

"Rhys, I swear to fucking holy mother," Azriel had winnowed straight to the river house. "Pour yourself some scotch," Rhys pushed the glass bottle toward his brother. He would celebrate the birth of his daughter if his first daughter wasn't missing. "Fuck yourself with your scotch," Azriel growled, leaning forward. Rhys held his gaze before bursting into fits of giggles, "Well, aren't you a walking ray of sunshine?"

Azriel growled. He wondered how he would cover up the murder of the high lord if he had to and who would side with him when his last straw would break. "Tell him to bring her back," Azriel pointed a warning finger at Rhys. His nephew had gone too far. Way too far. It was one thing to bump into Zofie. Another thing was to kidnap her. Well, he hadn't kidnapped her exactly, but it was close to it. Semantics.

"Azriel," Rhys breathed out. "They are safe," the high lord said reassuringly. "She's safest with me," Azriel bit back, feeling the anger simmer. Zofie had never done something like this. Hasn't just taken off running. What if she couldn't control her powers? What if something bad had happened? And what had happened to make her do something like this?

"Well, considering that she ran away," like a bull's eye, Rhy's words hit the target. "Don't you give me shit for it," Azriel growled every word in a warning, his wings spreading behind him, and Rhys instantly stood to match him. God, if you were here, you would call them fucking peacocks.

"Yn is asleep; she won't know that Zofie isn't spending a night in the house," Rhys said firmly. And fucking thankfully, you were asleep because there was no way Azriel was going to let you worry about this. This had to be fixed. Fixed before you felt that something seemed off.

"Rhys," Azriel pleaded this time. "Azriel, Nyx will never do anything to hurt her, and you know it," Rhys said in his deep, high-lord tone. No more games; he was just as pissed. "They are too young," Azriel muttered. Yes, they were almost certain the two of them were mates. Rhys had said that he saw the bond flicker a couple of times. But they were too young. This was moving too fast. Zofie had just had her first bleed. No way was Azriel letting that boy toy snatch her off like that. And who even knew if he was serious enough about her?

"They are young, yes, but they are both of age to start exploring," Rhys muttered, "Or are you planning on keeping that poor girl in a cage?" The room died down in a heartbeat. Azriel could see that Rhys regretted the last words as soon as they left his mouth. That topic was always gonna be painful for him. The way you were raised. The way you were hurt was always gonna be painful him. And to know that Rhys. Rhys of all people was referring to him in that way. Suggesting that Azriel was off doing the same thing... "Azriel, I'm", but before Rhys could even start to apologize, Azriel was gone.

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Taglist: @sirenpearldust @historygeekqueen @hnyclover @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @naturakaashi if you asked to be tagged and I forgot do let me know. ✨🤍

[yourstrulynameless]

SCP Shipnames I’ve made for fun!

Clef x Kondraki - Magnificent Bastards

Reference: "Incident 239-B"

Kondraki x Clef x [NP] - Reckless Trio

Reference: They're all trouble for the foundation

[NP] x Clef - Process Crashers

Play on Pending and how the two seem to stop progress and party crash others with their own party

Kondraki x [NP] - Metamorphosis

Reference: The process of transforming

Gears x Iceberg - Cold Coffee

Reference: Neither of these mfs sleep lets be real, also iceberg's coffee's gone cold because he's dea-

Glass x [NP] - Marlboro Duo

Reference: A fic I made called "The Routine"

I’ll probably be taging future posts with these + the common shipnames :3

[weewookinard]

I Needed Life And Life Came (chapter 5)

What if Abby and Tommy had a kid before they broke up? What if Evan got attached to this kid when he was with Abby, and suffered this loss as much as losing Abby when they parted away? What if Tommy gained custody when Abby left and had to raise the kid alone while learning how to be true to himself? What if, years later, Tommy and Evan met during a hurricane, and fell in love?

Or the one where Evan and Tamara finally meet each others. Sorry for what happens next 🥹

You can find this new chapter on AO3!

excerpt:

Tommy listens to Tamara sing the whole way, a delighted smile on his lips. The Frozen period is over, giving way to Encanto and its joyful melodies. “Luisa has big arms like you daddy, do you think she would do a good firefighter?” She had asked early on after watching the film, her curious frown back in place behind her rose-colored glasses. He took the time to think before answering. “I don't know sweetheart, she's strong and brave but she worries a lot. It's not very practical.”  Tamara had arched her eyebrows, looking as if she were weighing up the pros and cons, before returning to other occupations not without first concluding the debate herself. “She needs to work at the zoo then so she can carry the animals to their enclosures.”  His smile widened at the memory of his daughter's seriousness, this child far more clever than he'd hoped. To think he'd thought he'd never become a father when he returned from Iraq. He can't imagine his life without Tammy now.  But if she hates Evan, and she makes him choose, then he'll choose her, despite the pain and heartache. Yet something tells him that it's going to be all right. That his future will be happy. 

still taging you all, i hope you enjoy this one 💖

@itsthecityoftheflower @chococara25 @thestrangestthing @apollabarnes

@starsetdystopia @donevanrocker @dark-alice-lilith @cheesycottagecheese

@queermccoy @thatmexisaurusrex @pati79 @al-in-my-head

@livelaughbuck @cinderellarhea @roystartt @quintessenceofdust88

@shxiao @cull3nblaze @racerchix21 @nine-one-wanton

@bidisasterevankinard @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @hearteyesbuckley @sugdenlovesdingle

@leathercouchcushion @lavenderleahy @hippolotamus @autistictommykinard

@the-amber-raven @fanficmanic @hummelinski @sweaters-and-silly

@webbgirl34 @brassdragonage @perfectlysunny02 @adian-ua

@bangpop91 @typicalopposite @sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction

@rdng1230 @weewoowings @queermccoy @theotherbuckley

[strictpunishedhubby]

"Wie ein sechsjähriges ungezogenes Bübchen, das eben erst von seiner Mama seinen Po versohlt bekam, so stehst Du wieder in der Ecke, weil Du schon wieder ungezogen warst! Du wirst dort noch so lange stehenbleiben, bis ich Dir erlaube vor mir zu niederzuknien, um meine Dich strafende Hände zu küssen und um Dich für Deine Lektion einsichtig bei mir zu bedanken! Danach wirst Du das Foto das ich eben von Dir als bestrafter, schäbiger Rotzjunge, mit Deinem heruntergezogenen Höschen und Deinem sichtbar bestraften roten Po gemacht habe bei tumblr einstellen, damit dort viele Betrachter sehen, sich darüber amüsiert und über Dich wegen Deinem frisch versohlten Po auslachen. Einige werden Dich vielleicht sogar ermahnen zukünftig artig zu werden und mir akribisch zu gehorchen. Sie werden mir bestätigen, Du bist nur ein jämmerliches, miserables Jüngelchen, Du verdienst zum artig werden noch regelmäßig Haue. Sie werden mir beipflichten, dass ich für Ungezogenheiten Deinen nackten Po tüchtig durchhauen muss, in der Hoffnung, dass Du eines Tages halbwegs erwachsen wirst! Jede Reaktion auf diesen für Dich so schmachvollen Veröffentlichung darauf bestätigen mir, Dich nicht als gleichberechtigten Ehemann, sondern weiterhin wie einen kleinen, frechen, ungezogenen Jungen zu erziehen und so weiterhin zu bestrafen!"

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"Like a naughty six-year-old boy who just got his bottom spanked by his mother, you're standing in the corner again because you've been naughty again! You will remain standing there until I allow you to kneel down before me to kiss my punishing hands and to thank me for your lesson! After that you will post the photo I just took of you as a punished, shabby snotty boy, with your panties pulled down and your visibly punished red bum on tumblr, so that lots of viewers will see it, be amused by it, and laugh at you for your freshly spanked bottom. Some may even admonish you to be good in the future and to obey me meticulously. They will tell me that you are just a pathetic, miserable little boy and that you deserve to be beaten regularly to become well-behaved. They will agree with me that I have to spank your bare bottom for being naughty, in the hope that one day you will grow up somewhat! Any reaction to this publication, which is so shameful for you, confirms to me that I will not raise you as an equal husband, but will continue to raise you like a little, cheeky, naughty boy and continue to punish you like that!"

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

MHz Legacy (Copywrite) Obituaries { Official Music Video} Dir R.M.L

[kleines-mausohr]

Von der Fridays for Future Homepage:

"Nachdem die ehemalige “Fortschrittskoalition” sich monatelang nur noch an sich selbst abgearbeitet und die Augen vor der politischen Realität verschlossen hat, heißt es jetzt: Die Ampel ist Geschichte! Nachdem Lindner angekündigt hat, die deutschen Klimaziele abschaffen zu wollen, ist natürlich niemand traurig darüber, dass Scholz die FDP aus der Regierung wirft. Klar ist jedoch, es ist keine Zeit für Illusionen – jetzt wird nicht einfach alles besser. 

Spanien steht unter Wasser, die Welt steuert auf 3,1 Grad Klimaerhitzung zu, ein Faschist wird Präsident der USA und das alles wenige Tage vor der Weltklimakonferenz in Baku – der Weltschmerz könnte nicht größer sein. 

Nicht nur, dass die Klimakrise in den letzten Monaten kaum eine Rolle gespielt hat, noch viel schlimmer, die öffentliche Debatte drehte sich nahezu nur um  die Themen der Rechten. Überlassen wir ihnen weiter die Bühne, drohen uns bei der Bundestagswahl ähnliche Wahlergebnisse wie in Brandenburg, Sachsen und Thüringen. Eine vorgezogene Bundestagswahl bedeutet eine vorgezogene Entscheidung über unsere Zukunft. Es steht viel auf dem Spiel: Wir können gewinnen – aber auch alles verlieren.

Darum ist jetzt klar: Wir müssen über das sprechen, was wirklich zählt. Für eine gerechte, friedliche Welt müssen wir die Klimakrise eindämmen. Dafür brauchen wir Parteien, die Klimaschutz ernst nehmen – unabhängig davon, ob gerade Wahl ist oder die nächste Hitzewelle kommt. Und dafür brauchen wir ernsthafte Gespräche übers Klima.

Lasst uns auf die Straßen gehen, die Debatte zurückerobern und gemeinsam für eine lebenswerte Zukunft kämpfen.

Deshalb rufen wir zum bundesweiten Klimastreik vor der Wahl auf – am Freitag, 14. Februar 2025 überall in Deutschland!"

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

Taged by: @battlevann :D

Rules: List your five favorite films and have people vote on which one matches your vibe

I spent 10 minutes searching on Pinterest to refresh my memory, I couldn't put Mexican movies (that do not have an English adaptation) because I don't think you know what I'm talking about :P (no offense)

You know what's the worst? I'm forbidden from watching White Chicks

@mamakitty187 @kennydahugger @gl1tt3ryd34th

(Sorry, they were the only ones who hadn't tagged it, You don't have to answer if you don't want to)

[aes-pbp]

oh. my. god. :0

I was so nervous to mention that it was inspired by your fic so I didn’t tag you I’M SO HAPPY YOU BOTH LIKE IT!

I don’t know how many times I have read the Ti Amo series, so to know that I managed to make you smile with my own work in return? 🥹💕 this is the best.

Thank you both for your kind words!

[reinekes-fox]

Winternight

Because writing isnt going well atm, I am posting one short snippet from patreon a few days earlier than planned! (My plan for all patreon content is that it will be made public one month afterwards, the short snippets like these will also be written in the game at points where they fit!)

What winter in the Divine Flock looks like!

The snow dusts the temple, covering the roofs and the people of Kronschwinge hurry from their homes to the well known familiarity of the giant temple. Brushing the falling snow from their coats.

They are silent, slowly walking up the stairs and a few kids look up at the tall columns that hold the eaves and give the whole front the reminiscence of an ancient temple. Clashing with the spiralling towers resembling old gothic churches. A well known clash of historical eras in the whole city of Kronschwinge.

The Divine Flock isn't old, everyone knows that. Theirs is a new faith, young and strong. Barely two hundred years old has the modern history thrown every hardship at them humanity can come up with.

Showing that the Divine Flock can endure, that they can suffer for their Angel when the being is finally allowed to slumber.

Unser ist die Bürde nun,

sie zu schultern durch Schnee und Eis,

durch dunkle Nächte und kalte Tage,

bis die Flügel wieder gespreizt werden

um uns aufs Neue zu behüten.

Their voices are clear and their minds are at peace. Their Angel gave them a holy order while its feathers moult. The families stand in the cold marmoreal space, over them the glass dome that is covered in snow, bathing everything only in the glow of the indoor lamps. Make it feel like they are cut of from everything. Like they are the only ones in this world, like only their breath will become mist once they step outside on the plastered streets.

Dangerous thinking. Dangerous enough to feel safe. They are never safe. They must always be vigilant, alert of the many Vultures that threaten their holy way of life. Worse than Strays, Vultures are wolfs in sheep clothing.

And they won't be sleeping like their Angel, those wretched beings will work tireless to weaken the Divine Flock from within, they will poison the young minds of the future.

So the fathers hold their sons hands and the mothers the delicate hands of their daughters, to raise them to be steadfast in their faith at all times. Their calloused fingers hold their smooth ones, this so easily manipulated future, those little hands that will one day do the same for their kids.

The warm glow of the lamps and the power of their united song fills the cold hall, echoes thrown around by the high ceilings, caught underneath the stone arches. More things to make the Divine Flock seem older than it actually is. But to them it doesn't matter. The Divine Flock will reign Kronschwinge until the temple falls. Until the last Divine Bird has lost its wings and their song will grow silent.

Wir werden unter den Flügeln des Engels

auch im Tod weiter über euch wachen.

Bis die Welt und die Zeit zerbricht und Gottes Herz wieder schlägt.

[justafriendlystranger]

Milkshake mansion outfit ideas!

(Just some future references for new ocs and members? :33)

Pls remember that all of the pictures here DO NOT BELONG TO ME!! It belongs to its rightful artists and owners! I just found all of them on Pinterest! and thought they fit the milkshake mansion theme! gonna need them in future references ;33

Taging people that might be interested: @n0vatsu @gachaclubideas @alcohol1maid @edgywithaheart @startheimpactfangirl

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The milkshake mansion belongs to @boiling-potato !