#to bang it out real quick

[nexttothelamp]

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[hotvintagepoll]

me looking at all of the results: you people have no taste

also me: *is aroace*

this is rough and doesn’t include every orientation, but:

[bearloonz]

remembered the everything about Penelope Pointer and was hit with a vision . Aughhh

[itzscribz]

Okay Mr. Laveau enjoyers I need your help, because I want to get into their audios but ngl the amount of episodes and different playlists scares me a little- Is there anything I need to start with for context ? Or do I go straight into NeXus ?

[starscream]

guess where i am in my reread

[wyrmwynd]

Makoto Kagutsuchi Did Nothing Wrong

[arihi]

For the prompts: tentacles 😵‍💫

The setting: a dimly lit bedroom. Our protagonist on the bed, her limbs helplessly held apart by invisible strings she can’t even see, never mind fathom. She pulls at her restraints uselessly, the soft, yet firm hold unrelenting as it forces her into a stiff, vulnerable position.

It’s all she can do to look down at her body, thank god it hadn’t bound her by the throat. The entire night she’d been plagued by sensations with no explanation, no proof of which to see - but for the first time, she notices a change. Her shirt is being lifted up.

Her pleas fall on deaf ears. From the way tendrils seem to trace down her stomach and up her legs, her restraints are living, but give no indication of any higher intelligence.

Higher than pinning her down and pulling up her shirt, at least.

She’d been feeling them underneath her clothing all night before she’d even gotten into bed. She knew they didn’t have to remove her shirt for any pretense of access.

She knew they’d only done it to humiliate her. To prove she was completely at their mercy.

Tears spill and soak the pillow by her cheeks. She makes no attempt at wiping it; she knows her hands are all but frozen in place.

Almost resigned to her fate, the tentacles actively pulling the fabric aside and touching her with feathery-light ministrations, she exercises the only control she has. Looking around the room, as if hoping for any clue.

She doesn’t see them, but she does see their shadows by the dimly lit lamp in the corner of the room.

Suddenly, hope shines through the despair. She ignores the distracting sensations and reaches as hard as she can, fingers barely touching the tip of the lamp’s remote on her bedside table. Excruciatingly, she pulls it closer little by little, until she’s able to press a button. If the lights are off, the shadows will disappear - and perhaps, the tentacles will as well.

*click*

The lights are off, and the shadows are gone. In blind, desperate stupidity, she’d enveloped herself in the same darkness the tentacles drew themselves from. Perhaps if she’d thought about it with a clearer mind, she’d have realized she would only be condemning herself. Perhaps if she’d been patient, she’d realize that the tentacles could only go so far because of the small source of light in her room.

Perhaps, if a thin, dark tendril hadn’t already found its way through her ear and made itself comfortable in her brain, she would’ve had any other lucid, conscious thought to prevent it.

But if that were the case, she wouldn’t be having so much fun now, would she?

[love-fireflysong]

And possessed ending is a fucking go baby!!!!! Just got the UFO/revenge ending left to go and then it's time fully lock in and focus on that sweet sweet ten star ⭐

[firstfcllen]

OKAY BUT DO YOU SEE THE VISION

very rough design but i wanted to give her design that would stand out ( and also make her chubby but thats just fun ), but her hell name is Snivel ( because she be sniveling, big cry baby ) as a broken halo as bit of a mockery of where she's supposed to be. having the worst time in hell.

[bittersweet-mojo]

I’ve never felt so alone (Felt so Loved)

so that episode huh

[segemarldoodles]

October 14 candy

[personinthepalace]

Day 8 in NY: The Play That Goes Wrong!!! aka our last show

[just-in-the-nickleback-of-time]

Some robot, alien, hostile planet, Evil Human: *is actively trying to get The Doctor and his companions killed horrifically*

The Second Doctor:

[hopefuture]

“please, baby—” [ from zatanna. ]

Spicy Prompts

They were making quite the habit of this. Her just so happening to be in the area and visiting the ranch for a quick hello. He, in turn, keeping things perfectly civil and gentlemanly-- until, gradually and certainly, they very clearly weren't.

It always started off so innocent, a lingering gaze here, a passing brushing of the hand there. A game of duck duck goose, daring the other just go a step further, keep their gaze for a second longer.

And, as everyone knew, Ma' Kent didn't raise no quitter.

Another day, another cracked wall in the barn.

His strength meant that she weighed nothing under his fingertips, having propped her up against the barndoor with a single hand, fingers buried deep inside of her. " Not yet, darling." His voice is sweet, oh so sweet, palm firm against her pelvis, rocking her up and down at a steady, agonizingly slow, rhythm.

" You still owe me for the last barndoor."

[revvethasmythh]

Neon Moon for the wip meme please 🌝

My Relvin/Vadran fic (may I actually finish her sometime soon 🙏)

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The sky was truly dark by the time Relvin made his way back into town. He’d eaten something quick just to quiet his stomach and then proceeded to spend a good ten minutes staring at the front door, steeling himself to go back out. Relvin didn’t like town. Relvin didn’t like people. And Relvin especially didn’t like strangers. Nothing good came from ‘em. But here he was, on his way to go meet one.

The bar wasn’t crowded. Relvin couldn’t tell if that was normal or not—he hadn’t been by in nearly a decade, excepting one time two years ago when he got so blind drunk he’d woken up in the bushes outside his house instead of in his bed. It was the first time in years he’d been late to work, and when he finally had arrived, Master Faramore was waiting for him with a steely eye and a pocket full of questions about what in the hells had gotten into Imogen. Relvin hadn’t had any answers and eventually Master Faramore seemed to give up out of pity. For his sorry state or for his daughter, Relvin couldn’t be sure.

Walking into that door was like walking in to a room full of memories, none of them much worth remembering. Drinks with friends that he no longer had from a decade ago. Dropping by to chat with someone real quick before running back out because he had a little girl on his hip. Rowdy nights with Liliana on his arm, live music and drinking and dancing and laughter.

It was nothing but a room full of ghosts.

[x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x]