#this is is so depressing my god

[soo-yonce]

it’s obvious that the global trainees mnet wants in the group were in the ktl stage seeing how the rest of these g groups are getting decimated

[ghosted-jazz]

Species Swap AU! Retired couple gets a fairy godchild to help repair their relationship

[lavendorii]

completely independent and well adjusted woman

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

There's just something so fascinating about the way the Exandrian pantheon has decided to handle the Aeor Situation™ - by electing a few of their kind to be born as mortals in order to infiltrate the city.

The first to bring herself low was Ioun, and I can only imagine how lonely that must have been for her. To feel infinite wisdom creeping into her adolescent mind? To rise through Aeor's ranks knowing what they'd do to her if the authorities discovered the truth of her existence? Waiting, hoping, perhaps even praying that the other gods would follow through with the plan.

Sarenrae has a husband and children as Trist. I can't help but consider the parallels to Liliana Temult, with a 'higher calling' pulling a mother away from her family. The conversations in the temple suggest that she would have been aware of what she was by the time she started her family. Yet she loves them, cherishes them, even knowing that she might not see them again. Will Amaris, Haylie, and Topher learn that Trist is a goddess? Or will that only be discovered when they find their way to her realm in Elysium?

The Matron was once mortal, and she willingly returned to that form in order to help her newfound siblings dismantle the Aeorian threat. Her steward since childhood was Purvan, helping raise and guide her despite his old age. Imagine being a little girl, guarded by the Champion of Ravens himself and his wolven companion, completely unaware of your own divinity until later in life. Imagine the night she woke up, remembering her ascendency, seeing Purvan and recognising him.

And what of the families that gave birth to and raised the four Betrayer Gods? What of the halfling family who watched their precocious daughter scale a fence with far too much ease than it should be? The day the tortle's parents found him crying in pain and tearing at his skin to distract himself from a memory so distant and yet so real? Or Milo, who became a priest, not to follow in the light of the Dawnfather (like his parents may have thought), but to mock his brother even as a mortal?

These gods spent entire childhoods with families and friends, taking refuge from the skirmishes caused by their other siblings. Who, despite those similarities, have very different opinions of humanity, of Aeor, and themselves.

[rullikka]

wow! these gods gay! good for them good for them!

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[carhorno]

How YAOI Saved Me From My Depression Spiral

coming to a books a million near you

is it weird that i only kinda hate that it's true? i mean, where would i be if i wasn't so caught up in the lives of fictional men

[swordsonnet]

[vifilms]

will u PLEASE write abby with sensitive nipples and reader who knows this and likes to tease her (and them)

❝ GOT MILK? ❞ ♱ ABBY ANDERSON!

“is this what you like, baby? need your pretty little nipple played with until you cum?” you lightly twist her nipples, abby’s body writhes against the mattress as she bucks her hips into you. achingly so, her muscles are sore from patrol but the ache between her thighs is the most painful. “my girl is just a little tired, needs to be taken care of don’t you?”

normally, this is how things went. abby came home tired, her brain wouldn’t let her sleep, still reeling from dealing with the nonsense of manny all day. completely and utterly stressed, and you did what you did best — fuck her until she couldn’t see straight. “yeah, i need your mouth. please?”

“i don’t know…you’ve been gone an awful lately. i was in the showers yesterday and i almost started fucking myself because i missed you so much but then leah came in and i had to come here, in your bed.” abby grunts as you take her pink nipples, sucking on them like your life depends on it. latching on as if she’ll start lactating, your tongue rapidly flicking over as abby gains some friction, rubbing her pussy on your clothed thigh.

“umf! fuck…” intentionally, your forefinger and thumb lightly twisting her other nipple you couldn’t give your attention to at the moment. “m’so sensitive, so wet, please. need to cum so fucking bad.”

you slap her cunt, enjoying the whimper falling from her pink, puffy lips. the attack on her nipples doesn’t cease, not when your thumb started circling her cunt, not when she starts riding your fingers, and especially when abby starts cumming around your fingers when you lightly bite her nipples.“oh. you like it when mommy nibbles on your nipples? i’ll have to remember that, babygirl.” another clap to her cunt has her pussy fluttering, ready to take whatever else you have in store.

[shuploc]

Ai art?

Are you fucking joking?

Sorry, no, it is not and I find it so disrespectful you would even think to ask that. I have not and will NEVER touch anything AI related ever in my life, I think it's so utterly pointless and destructive and it frankly makes me wanna kill myself.

So no, it is not and never will be, and you can safely hold that to me for the rest of my existence. I really hope this is the last time someone asks me this.

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

and you dared me to crumble.

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 11 : yarn

" do you remember . . . when i took one of those skeins of yarn that gran keeps lying around , and i decided to make our entire room a huge spider web ? so i looped all this yarn everywhere , all over the chairs and beds and tables and doorknobs until you couldn't go anywhere unless you were crawling ? " a smile and edgar wondered for a moment that if scriabin did have a creative streak in him , how could that be expressed ? how else could he express it when he had no body of his own ? work to create a past , a life that he never and would never have , maybe even this whole time . . .

uncropped ver under the cut X3

[rainbowcrowley]

david tennant comforting a fan - (source)