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29 / "if one of us sinned it must be God" from that prompt list could be fun!!
Prompts here (also @starlightcleric sent me the same one, I think you people might know my shtick xD)
If one of us sinned it must be god
The air is cold outside and the sky reddening, the sun slowly moving to set on the horizon. Rocks are digging into his bare knees, leaving red marks in the dirt and on his skin. Father made him roll up the fabric to not damage his clothes. Those have to be pristine for morning service.
He jerks forward when father's belt cuts another welt into his back. The taste of iron fills his mouth as he bites down on his tongue. Crying out will only make it worse. After all, he has no one to blame but himself, so father says. Always. It's him who keeps embarrassing his family, who's not pious enough, who brings Eothas' punishment on them.
Waidwen digs his fingers into the dry dirt, feeling every rock and pebble cutting into his skin, and hopes his silent hatred sets the grass on fire. All this damned place can burn, until only dry ash is left. The entire Wheel can collapse for all he cares, and may it bury Eothas under the rubble.
Instead he can feel the blood run down his back and water the ground under him as he is beaten day after day, in the name of a god who has never deigned to lift a finger for them, by a man who lifts his hands too much. No Waidwen is not repentant, not in the least, not even when father kills him with that belt. And if Berath or Eothas or whoever make him a worm in his next life, or grind his soul to dust or do whatever it is gods do as punishment, he will still have no remorse. One day father will answer for his own actions, in this life or the next one. And one day Eothas will answer to someone too. Not to Waidwen certainly, but someone and whoever it is, wherever or whatever Waidwen will be then, he will be sure to cheer them on.
But until then he kneels on hard ground, bloodying the legacy of a god.
#prompts#pillars of eternity#writing#waidwen#saint waidwen#eothas#child abuse#how old is here?#honestly not sure probably somwhere between late teens and 22 when his father died#doesn't really matter#anyway yes this prompt is right up my alley like damn#tailor made#thank you for prompting me!
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for the kiss prompt: 24. kiss to distract!
24. kiss to distract!
It was morning, and Colum Asht really didn’t want to be awake. His body ached as though he’d been crushed by a compactor, but really it was that his soul had been conspicuously absent for too long the day before. He always felt… addled, and weary, and a hundred other nasty things when Silas used him so thoroughly as he had the day before, like each of his component parts had been separated, put into a box, shaken vigorously, and then put together again by a blindfolded toddler.
But just because Colum felt like shit, that didn’t mean that Silas did.
And Silas Octakiseron was, annoyingly, a morning person. Early morning prayers were his favorite time of day—peaceful and meditative, unless of course you felt like a jigsaw with a dozen missing pieces.
“Brother Asht,” Silas’s voice intoned from somewhere very close to Colum’s cot, probably kneeling beside it, “it is time for morning prayer.”
Colum sighed, disgruntled, and rolled away, toward the foot of Silas’s bed. It made about half a dozen joints creak. “A cavalier is meant to care for her body first, to fulfill her primary purpose to her necromancer,” he quoted scripture from the deepest parts of his mind, the part that didn’t get all mixed up no matter how many times Silas sucked his soul out.
“That doesn’t mean you can neglect your soul,” Silas shot back. A small, smooth hand pressed against the bare skin of Colum’s shoulder, soft but relentless. “Rise, Brother Asht.”
Colum didn’t know what wires had gotten crossed the day before, but there was a terrible idea that sparked in him, and the rest of him was so discombobulated that he couldn’t stop himself in time from acting upon it. He sat halfway up in his cot, his blanket falling to his waist, and he pressed his face forward until his chapped, dry lips met Silas’s.
They were perfect, excessively so, as Colum’s uncle was designed to be in all things.
It really was just a peck, to distract Silas from his line of thought and hopefully to gain Colum a little extra much-needed rest so that he would feel more like a person when he woke up again later. He hardly felt it, though he did feel Silas’s full-bodied gasp.
“There—your holiness rubbed off on me. My soul will be fine. Now, let me sleep,” Colum huffed before dropping back to the bed like a sack of a hundred potatoes.
He didn’t hear Silas’s response, whatever it was. He was already sucked deep into the sweet relief of the abyss, that gentle cradle of nothingness.
#tombcest#eighthcest#silas octakiseron#colum asht#my partner joked that silas is like: what does it MEAN? *overthinks too hard* guess we’re married now jskdlafsdfadksalfkd#thank you for prompting me!
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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
#unforth rambles#this wasn't really prompted by anything#I'm just sick and tired and distractable#or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now#like no one has disrespected me#but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs#i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF???#like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term#and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone#y'all are awesome#thank you so much
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horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3
#this was due two days ago but tumblr banned me from posting 😍#sry i had to alter the pose bc i CANNOT draw extended limbs i hope you don’t mind ely😭😭😭😭😭#hope i at least got the flowers and color palette somewhat similar (i did not draw any of the flowers you chose💔💔)#ANYWAY COLORING THIS WAS SO FUN FRFR I LOVE SIMPLE CLOTHING RAAAAHHHH‼️‼️#THE PROMPT WAS SO CUTE TOO…….SKK DANCE WAUGHHH#the ppl in my inbox can leave now i drew skk dance pls leave me alone 😔#THE PARTICIPANTS ALL DID SUCH A GOOD JOB HAVE A FUN TIME GRADING EVERYTHING 🙏🏼🙏🏼#(imagine having to choose between so many beautiful entries i would cry personally)#ANYWAY CONGRATS AGAIN YIPPEEEEEE ILY ELY THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD FRIEND ♥️♥️♥️#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#osamu dazai#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#chuuya nakahara#soukoku#skk#lotus draws#dtiysluneariann
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Good thing it was a short spin
#thank u haunting heroes discord server for giving me ideas#again#so soon#and its a animation??? in color???#i saw the prompt and did it in 3h#you could say i was like... possesed#danny phantom#phandom#dp#ater art#lbm dp#little baby man#i love you you noodle boy#ater babbling at 2 am#animation#no lbm was harmed in making this post
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they licensed his ass
my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhsy#riz gukgak#Fuck With My Sketch#I mean it I'm gonna use that. gotta stop me if u dont wanna#doing things like this is bittersweet bc this slaps and I look at this and Im like well. I will never be able to nail this look again#I guess that's the plight of self taught art. but also it means you have to learn to let go and go look for different delights#you can't get too attached to one way of doing things. you will find many new things on ur way to make more funny bictures n such#this slaps tho Im so happy with how this came out lol. its be a long while since I last drew something in this vein#appropriate that its for riz lol he deserves it. he deserves the photoshoot pieces#funny enough this also kind of was prompted by drawfee? in one of the episodes I was binging (I thiiiink the one bg a day ep)#jacob brought up one of the artists I follow on twitter (havent been there in a decent while lol) who uses a pretty distinct#blue-on-red palette that got me to think abt teal-on-red and then this happened#funny enough I did start the piece with teal-on-red but then I shifted to blue after and was like wait I love this suddenly#and then committed lol. I should work with teal-on-red properly more but for now! we have fun! we enjoy#thats my journey thank u for listening. thank u for drawing with me if u have and come hang next time if u havent
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Danny is reading peacefully in his new room at Wayne Manor when there's suddenly a commotion outside his door. Next thing he knows Bruce comes storming through the door.
"Danny did you lie to me about your past!?" he asked calmly.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#hyper prompts#why yes i do think i'm funny#thank you for asking#but seriously don't you think bruce and dumbledore are similar in a lot of ways?#btw please tell me y'all get the meme#this will be infinitely less funny if you don't get the meme#and then i'll cry#and neither of us wants that#so please tell me you get the meme
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Thinking about Robin and Sunday's halos.
About how Robin's halo isn't a closed circle, but more like a branch forming a circular shape, where the start and stem don't touch. It's also uneven in shape and splits into three flowers, like it's allowed to grow freely, unobstructed. Something about Robin having left Penacony and having escaped the confines of her cage, being able to flourish. About her being able to let people in, and connect to them.
Meanwhile Sunday stayed behind to be the head of the Oak family and conform to the strict role that's expected of him, and his halo is a perfectly symmetrical shape that's practically fully closed off. It's sharp, almost more like a crown of thorns than a halo. And it almost doesn't have any openings to let anything, or anyone, in easily. It actively discourages getting close to it.
And then if you want to get sappy about, which I will - Sunday doesn't let anyone in, with that almost completely sealed, thorny halo of his... But there's an opening in Robin's halo, and so it can fit around Sunday's. Something about him always being able to find solace in her, because there's room for him in her (halo) heart always, by design.
Anyway I'm not normal about them.
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr robin#hsr sunday#there's also something to be said about the size and position of their respective halos#robin's is much smaller than sunday's#and it floats above her head a little tilted to the side#it looks more like a fancy accessory#sunday's is a lot bigger - it's almost bigger than his head#and it hangs behind him#always hovering in view like a frame#much more oppressive than robin's#those siblings... those siblings!#mihoyo!! you can't keep getting away with it!#when are you releasing sunday from npc jail#ray's records#thank you kura for prompting those thoughts with your art and then making me put them into words#and this one goes out to you mercy for your additions i am ALSO abnormal about#harmonycest#this was prompted by the ship and the ship was on my mind when i wrote it so i am tagging it but this works without the shipping goggles to#no matter how you see them robin is so so important to sunday#his safe haven even in the way their halos are shaped#mihoyooooooOOOOOOOOOOO
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a/n: a big thank you to @starfxkrinc for letting me use tp!jj for kinktober! kicking off with a bang amirite. i hope i did him justice <33 happy halloween month!! 🎃
warnings: trailerpark!jj x fem!reader. bdsm? large age gap (legal doooeee), pnv, punishment, dacryphilla, dubcon??? tp!jj being his mean self as allwayysss. don’t like don’t read! you’ve been warned!
as you usually did, you thought you could get away with being a brat unscathed. being bitchy and rude towards jj all day, then teasing him at work — all in all, you were begging for it to happen. it being jj pounding into your pussy and ruining it.
he ignored your cries — tried to anyway, — his eyes never straying from where you’re connected, watching the way your tight cunt has to stretch to accommodate him. your nails drag down his chest as you bitch and whine at him, making him huff through his nose with frustration.
“shut the fuck up sweetpea, ‘kay? you were askin’ for this.” he growled, making you screw your face up at him.
“n-nuh uh! you’re a fuckin’ liar.” you half complained, half moaned.
he glared at you, his fingers leaving a bruising grip onto your hips as he fucked your cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
one hand left your hip, wrapping firmly around your throat and squeezing hard enough that your moans are now limited to little strained squeaks.
he put almost all his weight into that arm, the other forcing your hips still to the bed so that he could use your cunt until he was done.
your hands pushed and clawed at his wrists, lip wobbling as you tried to gasp for air — tears streaming down your face and mascara staining your cheeks.
“quit fuckin’ scratching me!” he tightened his hand around your neck, making your eyes roll back and a hardly there sob fall from you.
his eyes flickered back down to your pussy swallowing him whole, dripping down onto the old, used sheets. he looked back up to your hands pushing at his chest and clawing at him, letting out an frustrated grunt as he slowed his thrusts.
he released you, and just for a moment, you thought he was going to stop — until you fluttered your eyes open and saw him leaning over to grab something from one of his dingy shelves above his bed. duct tape.
you made a pitiful attempt of pulling away, shaking your head with a whine but he shoved you back down, using one large hand on your chest to keep you down.
taking the edge between his teeth, the hiss of the tape accompanied your whimpers and little “no”’s and “i’m sorry”’s.
he grabbed your wrists, his hand fitting both, and wrapped the tape around them so you couldn’t push him away. you continued to whine and complain, making him rip off another piece with his teeth and putting it over your mouth, slapping it gently to make sure it was stuck nicely. you cried, looking up at him through your wet lashes as he stared down at you.
he doesn’t think he’d ever get tired of making you cry.
he tucked a hair behind your ear, thrusts picking up very slowly, merely a grind.
“you’re makin’ me do this, sweetpea, y’understand that?” he asked, voice surprisingly quiet and soft for what he is. you gave a pathetic nod, sniffling as you whined muffedly. he leaned down, kissing your lips through the tape as he began ruining your perfect pussy once more.
“such a good little girl.”
#thank you moony for allowing me to do this!🤍🌙#trailer park!jj#tp!reader#tp!jj#jj maybank#jj outer banks#jj obx imagine#jj obx fic#jj maybank prompt#jj maybank x reader#jj obx#jj x reader#jj maybank smut
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Bunny pile!
[Commission for @newfriendly]
#poorly drawn mdzs#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan sizhui#wei wuxian#wen ning#digital art#This was such a fun prompt to work on! Wen Ning needs bunny therapy so bad.#I think everyone could benefit from the joy and wonders of holding a little creature in their arms.#I imagine they just ambushed him with fuffy bunnies. cut to 10 min after this scene and he is more bunny than man (corpse?)#The terrifying ghost general...defeated by bnnuy (x10)#Thank you so much for commissioning me! I really did enjoy working with you B*)
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"abandoned in the wilderness and out of action for centuries" off the Elytis prompt list?
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Abandoned in the wilderness and out of action for centuries
It remembers when It first became what It is now, though it doesn't quite remember what It was before. That is alright. Whatever It was, It knows It still is. Back then there was always buzzing around, little fragments skidding from one place to another, busy busy busy. It is never busy. Even then, when It became new again, it was old and slow. The buzzing amused It as It felt itself grow and take shape. Now the world feels empty, the buzzing quiet and muted. Not vanished entirely, there is still some flitting, some wiggling, some gnawing, but much less then there was before. Where Its senses were full of movement and presence before, there is now only slow flow, the kind the buzzing whirring humming drowned out before. It is quiet. Calm. That feels familiar, from Before It supposes. Familiar, yes, but pleasent. But that is alright. It will wait, It will endure the silence of where the buzzing left It. It knows the buzzing will return. It knows that the special Thrum will return. It doesn't remember the special Thrum like it remembers becoming new, but it knows regardless, the special Thrum always returns. It leaves and returns and leaves and returns, for as long as back It cannot remember. The special Thrum will return, and with it the buzzing It will not be empty anymore, with only the gnawing and flow to keep It company.
And so Caed Nua stands next to the river caressing Its foundation and waits.
#pillars of eternity#asks and tags#writing#caed nua#it seemed appropriate#i tried painting a picture of what happend without using all to obvious words#like the buzzing are kith#the flowing are plants#and of course the special thrum is the watcher#i am subscribing to the maros nua theory here yes#thank you for prompting me!
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Seafoam cookie and Octo cookie but their hair styles are swapped
So Seafoam has octopus tentacle hair and Octo has flowy seafoam hair
They don't like it XDD
#my response#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ocs#my ocs#thank you for this idea! It instantly inspired me :}}#I've been wanting to draw these guys again recently#the whole crew is in need of a touch-up/redesign-#Seafoam especially 💀#and this prompt was the perfect motivator to draw them again! :)
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i dont know why i was suprised lol
tim who succeeds both the brucie persona (with bonus weaponized transmisogyny) and an oracle role (after a series of compounding, debilitating injuries)
tim's wearing the necklace from this comic btw
#tim drake#dc#sart#the way this came to me way too quickly#nice to work on something quick and dirty TT#prompts#my hyperspecific tim art continues...#thank you for the prompts <333
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This or That: Tarlos Edition -> Babe or Baby
#911 lone star#911lsedit#tarlos#tk strand#carlos reyes#my gifs#this or that tarlos edition#ok sooo this wasn't a gif prompt thing#buuuut I've made it one for myself#so thank you andie! for inadvertently giving me some tarlos gif prompts!!#we'll see how many of these I can get through!#these 'baby' moments are not comprehensive (or in chronological order) but rather just my personal favorites#there's something about the way carlos says baby to tk specifically since we get it so rarely that just HITS RIGHT#its so soft and loving and it makes me wanna s c r e a m
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We’ll take turns to untangle the knots
Though our hands may be tied
It’s all a part of the plot
#aka the lilacs & poppies prompt from desertduo week <3#desert duo week 2023#desert duo#desert duo fanart#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimeswithscar fanart#3rd life smp#3rd life fanart#my art#everyone say thank you yu for doing the lighting for me LOL
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all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.
Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈
But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.
"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."
His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.
"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"
He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."
Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.
"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.
"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.
He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.
"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.
You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.
He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.
Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.
He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.
It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#needy!bucky#bucky barnes x reader smut#sub!bucky#bucky barnes smut#subby!bucky#this should technically belong to the shs series#but it fit this prompt too well so I'm using it here#I make the rules 😇#but that 'thank you' nearly killed me#I've noticed this week that my beige flag is that I get so frustrated when people make assumptions about my capacity#I hate when people say stuff like 'how's the new job? you must be really stressed'#or worse 'things must be getting on top of you'#like ???#why would you assume I can't handle what I put on my own plate?#I know people mean well but it really bothers me
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