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[momoiro-hime]

putting my ocs in every AU i want part. 34791

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[bravenewolympus--hq]

𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚𝒙𝒆𝒏𝒂, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

[petr1kov]

wokekishi07 writing the next silent hill girlboss mc:

[moxanji-real]

Daily reminder to my lovely selfshipping mutuals: every time I see your f/o, I can’t help but think of your amazing selfship! Whether it’s spotting merch of your f/o in a store or seeing your f/o pop up in an ad, you’re always the first person who comes to mind.

[livfordoodles]

Chaotic funger doodles ✨

[silusvesuius]

snow queen dallas as just an extension of elsa dallas. All that crystal meth and sadness entrenched in his system turned him....Blue ❄💎

[the-pobble-terrarium]

[ringing a dinner bell] COME GET YALLS FOOD

I don’t think he’s normal about that, Scrabby

[taniatas]

[starscream-is-my-wife]

For a bot that is very blue and has ‘thunder’ in his name like a thunder storm, he sure has lots of fire weapons! (This is also based off what TC said in a comic panel)

Yeah the seekers all have different weapons, despite them all looking the same lol

[redrobin-detective]

I think one underrated tragedy of Ice King's scars is that he probably took away Simon's sense of levity.

Like in his very limited appearances before Simon is consumed by the crown we see he's kind of a silly dude. In his introduction video, he only put on the crown in order to playfully tease his fiancee. Plus watching him make light of the loneliness and general misery for a young girl in a broken world. He was a dedicated man, who was generous and loved with his whole heart and threw himself one hundred percent into everything he did. He was also a fun lil guy.

But after almost a millennia of being a mad man, the brunt of every joke, someone who only existed as a broken caricature of himself and couldn't be counted on to take anything seriously, I imagine he was done with it. Now he wants to focus back on his academic endeavors, on his role as a father figure in Marcy's life, on being a proper adult. Any attempts to be silly could easily remind everyone - including himself- of Ice King, something he's eager to avoid.

So his jokes and jibes and general lightheartedness turned to sarcasm and self deprecating comments.

[fuckyeahgongyoo]

Jan 2025 | Louis Vuitton Fall/Winter 2025 Show (Credit to gongyoopa on tiktok, x)

[hakusins]

♡ PC Update ♡

Eri the Orphan -> Eri the Veil

In most common mythology/folklore, 'the veil' is often used in reference to the existence of a 'border' between two realities, one of the world of man and the other of the world of those beyond our comprehension. It is not exclusively meant to define a 'border' between worlds, but often the veil refers to the act of also obscuring things from other's gazes.

Auriga, the Dark Elk, the Violet Void - is the taint that threatens to corrupt and destroy the world as we know it. The source of all the depravity of the world and the main culprit to why the Town is the way it is. All that is natural is twisted into a perverted comedy all for the amusement of one cruel entity, and as of late - it threatens to come back into the World from whatever void it has been banished to. The cult of the 'Children of Auriga' has made it their life's mission to gnaw at the locks that keeps Auriga from coming back into their World to cause havoc. But how could they do so, when the 'veil' to Auriga is nowhere to be found?

That is because the 'veil' or also known as the 'gateway' is not a physical border that one can cross, but rather exists as a person. The person of interest that seems to have captivated everyone of the Town. The tether - the bridge for Auriga to find their way back into this world, through the body of one young woman whose dealt the worst hand by the fates. Eri, the Veil of Auriga. The Seed of Ruin. Auriga's Future Vessel.

Edit: ALMOST FORGOT!! big thanks to my good friend Lee for picking out Eri's new title!!!!

[zevrra]

—his needs

god, it had been too damn long.

his patience for this overdrawn stakeout was wearing thin, borderline close to snapping, as his hunger for you grew more and more. joel had gone far too long without you and while he sat, hiding inside some building for days, waiting and waiting for a signal to clear out, he damn near could’ve lost his mind. watching, waiting, begging for any sign of a replacement. for all he could think about was you as he peered through a window on this foggy morning.

could only think of your pretty smile and the soft twinkle in your eye when he would walk into a room. the love you had for him, when he didn’t deserve it. the sweet smell of your hair and skin. the taste of your lips on his while his hands grabbed your waist. kneading, gripping the thick of your thighs and ass, feeling you moan into his mouth.

fuuuuuck.

joel stares at the bulge in his pants. goddammit what was he? a teenager having his first wet dream? he groans at the feeling of his cock straining against his jeans, bites his bottom lip as he’s slowly untucking his shirt.

this was one of his worst ideas yet.

didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of the front of his jeans, squeezing his stiff cock beneath. a hiss slipping through his teeth as he’s undoing his belt as fast as he can now. and god does he have to be fast with it. even if he were hidden in the corner of this little room he’s been stuck in for days, he needed to be quick.

he’s bunching his shirt up, shrugging down his jeans and boxers to his thighs, and grabbing ahold of his twitching cock. his hand smooths across his head with a groan, using any built up precum to wet the rest of his shaft. where he then fucks into his fist and fast. the image of you, on your knees, before him with your mouth wide open is burned into the back of his eyelids. his chest heaves with every quick stroke of his calloused hand. vision of you sucking his tip with those pretty eyes looking up at him forces him to bite his bottom lip.

joel throws his head back with a deep grunt. hips snapping quickly as he tightens his grip across his throbbing cock. your name tastes sweeter than sugar on his tongue as it falls from his lips in his feverish high while he plays out this little fantasy. just as he imagines your mouth wrapping around his entire cock, all the way to his base, giving him all he needs to finish. “fuck!” he barks as he comes. his orgasm crashing through him like a hot wave. forcing himself to hold back a needy whine as he ropes out every last ounce of his climax as he can.

and as he comes down from the heat of his orgasm, his brown eyes look at the mess he’s made in his hand. panting as he stares at the sticky, white smeared cum across his palm and fingers.

dammit. he needed to clean up and get back home to you. his hand wasn’t damn near enough.

[strryhaze]

the most christmas-looking pictures ever like they look straight out of a christmas film

[hillbillyhubby]

Consistency.

Every time a rule is broken… or almost broken… an attitude gets rude or smart mouthed… the behavior gets noted, mentioned, reprimanded and corrected.

I need the consistency, just like I need the spanking to begin with.

[cupidxkisser]

your f/o would absolutely adore taking care of if you if you're sick. they would love snuggling with you, making sure you have food and water, letting you drift off when you can't keep your eyes open.

your f/o would do everything they could to nurse you back to health, they just want you healthy and happy, after all, and they don't want you to feel bad about needing the care at all.

edit: I would prefer if proshippers dni with my content! I know ultimately I can't control that, but I really do not feel comfortable with it, thank you.