#the dark tome

[soupsandstars]

Mob Psycho 100 scene adaptation from the Reigen spinoff for fun/practice!

bonus Tome and Serizawa

[craqueluring]

will mimics hannibal swallowing his wine in 2x12! i couldn't believe it when i noticed this; he even makes a soft "ah" noise as if he swallowed wine too! (timestamp is 17:08)

his habit of mimicking body language/speech patterns is mentioned in the Red Dragon book:

"Often in intense conversation Graham took on the other person's speech patterns...Later Crawford realized that Graham did it involuntarily, that sometimes he tried to stop and couldn't."

[thegorgonist]

Who needs a ladder to reach high shelves when you have a flying broomstick? This library full of secret histories and arcane treatises is open to all who wish to study there--though you may need to bring some esoteric dictionaries... Prints here

[inkeyjay]

🫀 Eucharist of the Ravenous 🫀

It started out as a bellyache, guts rumbling after two days of barely eating. An unfinished visage, featureless, fixing the blurry sockets it had for eyes into his soul.

The humble priest dropped his brush onto the cold floor of the chapel and stumbled backwards. The walls, towards the ceiling, all full of still fresh perfect faces framed by golden halos, that he had been carefully painting non stop for days. Faces of dead saints and prophets, long gone, commissioned by the high church as a display of power and opulence in an age of religious and political crisis. And this last saint, the one that still had some loose and tired brushtrokes for it's face. There was something about it that made the priest flinch out of his creative trance. He swore the paint moved, vibrated with anticipation at the touch of the brush.

He laid tired in the center of the chapel, exposed to a hundred pair of eyes that almost felt judgemental, knowing of the priest's internal thoughts. "Why am i doing this" "Why do i have to over exert myself with work to survive while i use pure gold to embellish... You. This" "Why"

And the faces remained still and silent.

"Why all this for long gone martyrs that had the fortune to die for their for their beliefs, or to let their God speak through their lips, bestow miracles through their fingers"

"Why this for a God that let them die at the heretical hands of the non believers. That leaves hundreds if not thousands of people to die of the pestilence outside this golden, rotten, WALLS"

The bottle of turpentine exploded and its contents dripped down the wall, dragging hours of work with them, dissolving like acid false flesh and gold leaf alike. And then blood, through the priest's hand, holding the neck of the bottle. He panicked and kneeled towards the wall, trying to undo the mistake with cloth, only to make a bloody mess. Red running through the gold, ichor like.

The priest cried holding his hand, a deep wound running through his palm, burning because of the chemicals. But the pain was not the cause of his tears.

"A sign" "I just need a sign"

But the faces remained still and silent.

The priest got up, slowly, and turned around towards the door. Why be here then. Why remain hungry, at the mercy of a dying church that kept their riches safe in mausoleums and layers of paint upon gold leaf upon stone, while its believers died in the streets famished and sick. The priest saw it clear now. If God did ever exist, it was long gone, uncaring for its creation. He might as well die outside, with his people. It would be like inviting the sickness into his chest but at least his last breaths wouldn't taste of incense. His steps echoed through the chamber, determined, reaching for the doors.

But the faces opened their lips. And with a cacophony of voices, each one vibrating with a torrent of beating wings, It spoke. No.

It sang.

Super happy to finally be able to show you this illustration i made for Tome of Pacts, a zine about warlocks, patrons and their pacts! There's a leftover sale going on right now! This is Pantheon, a shapeshifting entity that impersonates long absent gods and feeds on the faith of their followers, always hungry for more. But it's not for me to tell you.

! First of all, credits to @/gothhoblin, the writer of our team, for helping shape out this Patron "...and it spoke with a cacophony of voices, each one vibrating with a torrent of beating wings, a thousand or more." Is a marvelous line of her creation.

Tome of pacts has 11 more patrons and 24 warlocks for your enjoyment, all beautifully depicted by teams of artists and writers. Im super proud to have been able to participate in this project 💛

This short story is about an original character i created after the patron, just as an appetizer, pun intended. You get it right??

Hungry for a copy?

[clementexix]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Even after years, Tom’s heart was still aching for you. He had his minions secretly follow you around and report on every slice of your life. He was informed that your life has now turned a new leaf. You finally got married to the man of your dreams, who was also charming and brilliant like Tom. However, he was different. He was gentle, attentive, considerate, and more, which Riddle could never embrace. “Leave.” He hissed under his breath, barely glancing at his minions. His face was emotionless as he remained focused on the locket necklace in front of him, subconsciously playing with it. It was not until there was only him in the office that his facial expression loosened. He opened the locket, staring at your portrait with a frown. In the end, you betrayed him. After all, it was just sweet talk. He closed it right after that. Annoyance and disappointment were written all over his facial expression, yet there was a hint of remorse reflected in his gaze. After all this time, you were still his muse, his light, and his first love. Hearing you so much in bliss with your current partner made him jealous, but he knew so well he had no right. Tom stood up, letting out a low grunt before putting on his dark cloak. He needed to witness this himself. He needed to confirm if all of this was true or whether it was only his worst nightmare. Tom soon stood outside your house, his eyes piercing through the curtain. He laid his gaze upon the way your husband was wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you two’s laughter filled the whole kitchen. Tom’s eyes squinted in disgust, blood boiling up on his face. Riddle clenched his fists as soon as your husband gave you a smooch on the lips, whispering affectionate words that were just like music to your ear. Tom was green with envy. He could have used Avada Kedavra right here and right now to get rid of this bothersome feeling. However, he was stunned by your smile, the one he had never seen before. At that moment, he realized that you were only happiest when you were with someone else, not him. His heart was broken into pieces; he couldn’t utter a word. He stood there, mesmerized by your contagious laugh that could easily melt anyone. Memories suddenly flooded back into his head. He remembered every single time he shot you a glance of annoyance, spoke with a harsh tone, and showed his usual cold demeanor towards you, or those times that he brutally pushed you away, no matter how hopelessly you were begging him to stay. They were now all in the past. The young, dark lord silently left, regret reflected in his eyes. He wished he could turn back time and make it up to you. He wished he could feel the warmth of your embrace once again and apologize for everything he had done. But all was too late. He couldn't go back in time and undo his mistakes. Tom might be powerful, strong, and undefeatable. Yet, the only defeat he allowed was making you his once again. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful for your presence. The urge to murder your husband soon got replaced by a sense of gratitude on his face. Tom appreciated that you finally met the right one. And he made sure that you would be only his exception to make him feel this way, this kindness.

[doctorsiren]

do u have any genderbend designs for mob physco? love your art!

sure, I doodled some for a warmup :)

[literatureaesthetic]

introducing one of my challenges/reading goals for next year (heavily inspired by emmie on youtube)

— after having an extremely mid reading year this year, i'm hoping to focus on quality over quantity in 2024. for me, this means reading a lot of bucket list books. i'm so excited to check off a couple of classic tomes from my tbr!!

i'll also be doing an in-depth analysis or review on my substack, and a highlight on my instagram for live updates (if anyone wants to join me, the schedule is above <3)

[m00ngbin]

It’s done! My art style practice ft Tome! The lesson i got out of this: I cant draw ANYTHING casually. This was supposed to be a quick doodle in a whole page of doodles but instead this one thing took me four whole days. It’s an illness

Under the cut is my fave progress screenshot and also what the entire canvas looks like

I miss when everything was green but I do think that not having her whole face lined with green was a good decision. It looks weird with color. ALSO YOU HAVE NO. IDEA. HOW LONG I SPENT TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW EACH COLOR WOULD LOOK WITH THE LIGHTING. Color theory is CLEARLY not my strong suit. Just because of how long it took me to figure everything out, I think the colors I chose look good

Also here’s my least favorite screenshot

I’m so glad I didn’t leave it like that

[wetsocksinbed]

Dark Urge: I have these horrid urges to maim and kill

Everyone: oh god that’s awful

Gale: lol same

[gale-dekarios]

It's @the-skeleton-speaks again ahjdnnd Thinking of my durge Cyfrin visiting Gale while he's teaching and napping under his desk so he's out of the way, then mayyybeee getting a little down and dirty on Gale's lunch break

Also he'd love to be the person Gale demonstrates new spells on for the class's lesson and he'd ABSOLUTELY lean into the "if you don't behave my bbygirl is gonna literally explode so better do your work"

is it a galemance if you dont wreck his shit from under the table?

despite all of his words, in action gale has never been composed a day in his life -- man cant even THINK about being close to you or he'd literally blow up. but it's fine, because as soon as he's rid of the orb, you can spend all of your time making up for it by shattering his world on the daily, on the hourly, on the minutely, just like he deserves.

oh sure, hes a giver. as generous as he says he is. but throwing those beautifully convenient wizard robes open from your vantage point under the desk and sucking him off/fucking him with your fingers until he's got his head on the desk, sobbing? its worth the wait.

and the best part is watching him conduct his lessons afterwards like his cheeks arent still flushed and his robes arent laced wrong. the cherry on top is when he drags you into his lesson plan and you get to flex that sweet sweet intimidation stat onto a bunch of gawking students.

[linpunny]

Fever Dream

Hanma Shuji DC

A/N: It has been a long long time since ive written anything and actually posted it. Most of my content is fluff from Obey me! shall we date but ive always loved TR since it first aired. Ive been stuck with horrible writers block forever. BUT BOY DID HANMA HELP ME OUT OF IT. So please enjoy, i usually don't post any smut that i may or may not write or have saved in my drafts ! Reblogs over likes plz :3

Network: @enchantedforest-network

WC: 910

♡

TW/CW: DARK CONTENT: somnophilia, drugging, reader receiving while unconscious, unprotected sex, unconscious reader, non con, pussy slapping i guess but it only happens once, orgasm denial

established relationship, naive reader, penetrative sex, female reader with a kitty. No pronouns. 

PLEASE BE ADVISED THIS A DARK CONTENT /SMUT FIC!!! DNI MINORS 

“Shh…go back to sleep baby♡~” Hanma breathed hotly into the shell of your ear. Luckily for him you had been falling back to sleep so easily as of late-thanks to the special tea he gave to you each night. Laced with just enough sleeping pills to keep you lucid enough to think you were dreaming but strong enough to keep you from realizing just how naive you really were around him. 

You were now drifting to sleep, humming in response while Hanma smirked and gently placed a kiss on the back of your neck as he bullies the fat tip of his dick in between the warm folds of your pussy. The sin tattooed hand firmly digs into your hip holding you in place as he shutters burying his entire length inside you with ease. Your walls flutter tightly around him as he begins to shallowly thrust, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. Your body is well trained and immediately grinds down on him, your hips rolling to match his thrusts. 

“Dammit,....can’t get ‘nough of this pussy.”He groans into your neck, leaving small bruising kisses along your nape. 

Intoxicated was an understatement. Hanma was addicted to you. The shape of his dick was already molded into your pussy- no, his pussy and he loved how soft, sweet and wet you were for him. The best part was how easily he could control you at night while you dreamed. Your body is so pliable under his fingertips. For once he didn’t have to hold back or restrain himself unlike when you were awake. He wouldn’t dare to ever indulge his dark desires in fear of you leaving and realizing he was still the same rough street thug he was all those years back. 

He was already dangerously close to his release, and you whined in between the gentle breaths of sleep as his tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. “Shu-shu…ngh~”

You squirmed wildly, humping what you assumed to be a very life-like and very hard version of Hanma’s dick that you had only felt in your dreams. A slight sense of pain washed over your body as you felt something like a rough slap pulse through your clit, causing a pathetic moan to leave your parted lips. The overwhelming sense of pleasure quickly faded as another jolt of pain pinched and squeezed at your overly sensitive bud. You stirred slightly in your sleep, brows furrowed deeply, hands gripped tight to the covers as you begged aloud, voice cracking as you chanted his name over and over. Praying for Hanma to let you cum in between sleepy sobs. And like always your climax never came in these vivid dreams that you yearned for every night. 

Hanma wasn’t going to let you cum first like he always does. This wasn’t about your pleasure. It was about his. These late night sessions were about making you his personal cum dump.

‘Such an obedient slut’ He thought as he re-positioned you, rolling you onto your back. His golden eyes glowed with lust as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you whimpered in your sleep. He now hovered over you, hands on either side of your head caging you in between his large body as he dipped down to suck and nibble your plush lower lip. His lips worshiped you as he placed wet kisses along your jawline, down your neck and all over your chest. His punishment hand roughly cupped a breast squeezing just enough to hear you moan while his tongue licked over your perked nipples. Just the sight of you right now all laid out, body glowing from the sheen of your sweat, pussy slick from his cock was almost too much for him as he smiled with his eyes down at you. He truly loved this version of you. 

Hanma had done this enough to know that if he waited any longer you’d wake up and realize he was balls deep inside you without the condom that you nagged him to wear every single time you had conscious sex.  He hated not being able to fully feel how soft and wet you were for him. He needed to feel your pussy clenched so tightly around his cock as he edged you into submission. He just didn’t have the heart to tell you how badly he wanted to pump his cum into you.

He pried your legs open with his thigh, pushing your knees to your chest. He admired you for one last moment, dripping wet pussy on full display just for him. His cock leaked as he stroked himself, letting his predator-like gaze devour you before lining himself back up with your slit. He grunted as he bottomed out, thrusting repeatedly into the deepest part of you that he could. Your eager cervix easily accepted his thick bulbous tip as he painted your walls white, draining every last ounce of his thick milky cum into you. He pulls out and proudly smiles as he watches your gaping pussy dripping with his cum. 

Hanma really couldn’t let you know how rough he wanted to be with his sweet, caring, angel.  So instead he resorts to drugging his “pretty baby" and pumping you full of his cum, only to finger it out of you each morning before you awake. 

Not his proudest moment but Hanma couldn't stop. Why would he want to when your body keeps pulling him back every night for more?

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[stone-stars]

songs in c3e67: cyra (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. “a wizard’s tournament” is the recap song.)

Shadowfell - 14:05

In the Dark of Dusk - 19:53

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 21:18

The Prodigal Sister - 25:39

The Fairy - 30:46

Frankie Vantasmo - 35:48

Doppelgangers - 39:02

Deadeye - 42:54, 45:14, and 47:01

A Friend for Life - 51:53

The Multiverse - 54:35, 55:10, 56:38, 1:00:21, and 1:00:59

Ode to the Archipelago - 1:04:07 and 1:08:23

A Memory - 1:09:29

When You Wish Upon a Stone - 1:13:25 (loops)

The Red Fen - 1:17:49

Deadeye - 1:19:41

Melora's Boon - 1:21:38, 1:23:05, and 1:24:52

The Purge - 1:26:05 (loops)

The Posse - 1:34:54

Unknown Tome - 1:39:45

Mee Maw's Burden - 1:50:08 and 1:52:40

A Fate Refused - 1:56:53

context for each song + notes under the cut!

Shadowfell - 14:05 - Going to find Cyra / Spotting her

In the Dark of Dusk - 19:53 - Cyra tells Callie her plan

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 21:18 - Callie tells Cyra she loved her and was jealous of her / Cyra admits she was jealous of Callie and knew about their mom's ability

The Prodigal Sister - 25:39 - "Was it easier when I cried?" / Callie talks about their mom's execution / Cyra talks about calming young Callie / They hug

The Fairy - 30:46 - Callie calls Calder + Sol over to meet Cyra

Frankie Vantasmo - 35:48 - Cyra says Jovyre's courts have been after her

Doppelgangers - 39:02 - Cyra says Jovyre needs to die to take the crown

Deadeye - 42:54, 45:14, and 47:01 - Cyra explains her plan / Discussing it

A Friend for Life - 51:53 - Callie asks Cyra to fix her hair

The Multiverse - 54:35 and 55:10 - The ritual to talk to Swag

The Multiverse - 56:38 - Swag shows them the Great Hall's layout

The Multiverse - 1:00:21 and 1:00:59 - Exiting the swamp / Swag gives Sol dating advice

Ode to the Archipelago - 1:04:07 - Making dinner (searching for vampire eggs)

Ode to the Archipelago - 1:08:23 - Cyra makes food

A Memory - 1:09:29 - Cyra tells them how she made her crown

When You Wish Upon a Stone - 1:13:25 (loops) - Marigold comes down to meet them

The Red Fen - 1:17:49 - Flying around the Shadowfell / Vampires

Deadeye - 1:19:41 - Discussing the plan

Melora's Boon - 1:21:38 - Cyra says she's glad they're here

Melora's Boon - 1:23:05 - Cyra joins Duck Team (track jacket)

Melora's Boon - 1:24:52 - Preparing to Plane Shift

The Purge - 1:26:05 (loops) - Cyra and Marigold disappear / Forcecage + Fatebringer mages

The Posse - 1:34:54 - Sol frightens the Fatebringer mages

Unknown Tome - 1:39:45 - 6 fireballs

Mee Maw's Burden - 1:50:08 - Callie and Calder drop / Kenna and Sol prepare to heal them

Mee Maw's Burden - 1:52:40 - Calder nat 1 death save

A Fate Refused - 1:56:53 - Duck Team start to flee / jump into the water

Different Credits: "In the Dark of Dusk" is credited as "In the Dark of Dust" / "The Fairy" is credited as "Cable Car Ride" / "When You Wish Upon a Stone" is credited as "Alanis" / "Melora's Boon" is credited as "Fabric of Fate"

[knight-parzival]

He has two the most beautiful Kindred in all Sabbat.

[cashmerecrow]

Palace of Sennacherib Discoveries:

Museum of Antiquity (1885)

[sylvanidae]

Artfight 2024 Vyriol for @zoriety ✨

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Fire emblem needs to bring back the magic triangle, and also add nature magic into the mix.

Anima Magic would be the most common and would be the most versatile and powerful. Its spells would conjure fire(strong but heavy, ice(high crit) and thunder(long range.

Light magic would be defensive in nature, allowing you to gain blessings and boons, and is also effective against monsters. It'd have relatively now might but high accuracy and decent crit.

Dark magic would be the heaviest, but also the most inaccurate. This would be the magic that debuffs and weakens opponents. If there is a special type of unit like laguz, make this magic effective against that.

Nature magic would be spells that bend nature to its will. They are relatively balanced statwise, but they all are effective against types of units. Wind beats flying, water beats cavalry, earth beats armor, and maybe there are some more. It could also gain a slight buff when outside. To make up for this, it's very rare.

There are two options for this:

Anima> Light> Dark> Anima. Nature is neutral. Similar to the physical weapk triangle, with bows being neutral.

OR

Anima>Nature>Light>Dark>Anima. Make it a magic SQUARE.

Idk I just want water and earth spells, and a magic triangle back.

intresting 👀