#tonight they feast

[spuddragon]

My roaches feasting on rice

[hansoeii]

Astarion 🌠

[thisshitisridiculous]

just two bros totally not looking at their half naked bestie next to them

[ghostvibesonly]

something something nate quietly quitting his high profile job because his line of work (rupert) wanted him to hurt the person he loves (jade) in the episode prior something something trent crimm quietly blowing up his life and getting himself fired from his high profile job because his line of work (journalism) wanted him to hurt the person he loves (ted) in the episode prior

[weirdasshomo]

the moment i got Charons keepsake n saw this my delulu ass went straight back to charmes train

like H STANDS FOR HERMES!!! CHANGE MY MIND CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE!!)

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 10: Lights On

Well, since Day 9 was practically the length of 3 promptobers, y'all can have more smoochin with Sunhinged a bit sooner, as a little treat ^-^ day 11 is going to be so angst/horror-filled this is a buffer Can be intrepreted as a continuation of Day 8's storyline if you so choose~

Word count: 907

Content warning: suggestive themes, actual smooching this time, among, other things (it's just generally pretty suggestive, I don't have the desire nor the skill level to go beyond that), reader discresion is advised

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You have to admit, whoever's idea it was between the two of you for you to sit in Sun's lap for your latest, rendezvous, it was a great one. More comfortable than the shelf in the supply closet, and it gave you easier access to him. More places for your hands to explore that he couldn't just shift away from you to avoid.

Although, the choice of the Daycare itself for the location of said event was one you were both confused and slightly concerned over. Another kiss to your shoulder distracts you from that thought for a second, before you focus in again.

"Mm. Sun," You mutter out, in the hopes to get him to stop. If only temporarily.

No luck, his face is to your neck now, rays fluttering. Honestly you wonder if he can even hear you over those damn fans of his.

You try again, "Sun."

He definitely does not hear you, as instead of stopping, his hand travels from your waist to lower, sliding down your thigh-

You make a noise, jumping back as heat rushes to your face, "Are you trying to get us caught?" You hiss. Embarrassed, you scramble off him, standing up and pulling your shirt back up in to place.

Sun follows suit with a scoff, "One of us has more on the line than the other if that were to happen, love."

"Yeah, I'll get fired!" You put your hands to your chest. 

His hands gently take both your wrists, lifting them above you as he leans down. When he's lovesick like this he's just that little bit softer, his tone isn't so harsh, "And I'll be decommissioned. So I hope it reassures you when I say I have taken all the necessary precautions so that such a thing does not occur."

"Hmph. Sure, alright."

He switches your positions so that you're now the one with your back to the playset, "May I continue then?"

You're about to say yes when you recall why you stopped in the first place.

"Hold on, I had a question. Don't give me that look," You say as he glances from where he's lifted your shirt, about to press a kiss to your abdomen.

For good measure, you pull your shirt back down with the free hand he allows you, scolding him, "And we agreed upper body only tonight."

"Your stomach is part of your upper body, sweetheart."

You wave a hand in front of your face and neck, "Upper, upper body-we're getting off topic here. Why are we out here tonight? Isn't this a much bigger risk than the closet?"

"I didn't hear you complaining about it," Sun chides.

"Not an answer."

At this, he removes himself from you entirely, stepping back and looking over to the side. 

Your eyes narrow, "What aren't you telling me?"

"Does it matter? I said it already, I've assured that we're not going to get caught," He crosses his arms, now fully playing the part of a pouting child. Man that love-haze falls off fast.

You mimic the action, leaning back into the shadow of the playset, "Well it's obviously something important. It's bothering you, anyway-"

"It's not bothering me."

You roll your eyes, "You're not going to make me drag it out of you, are you?" Your tactic switches, stepping forward, hand reaching around to trace up his back, "Because I can. You know I can."

His posture slacks drastically, allowing you the reach you need to reach up grab and the wires at the back of his head-

But you don't. You step back again, waiting for your answer. 

Realizing that making out is officially on hold, Sun sighs. Then gives you a muttered replied. 

"Come again?" You ask.

He straightens up again, "The light. Is out. In the supply closet."

You don’t say anything. Waiting for there to be more. 

You quickly come to the conclusion that there's not, "That's it? ...Why didn't you just change the bulb?"

You sometimes forget how, important, the lights are for the Attendant. He quickly reminds you.

He starts to shake his head, "Lights on. Lights on. Lights on," His hands come up to grip his faceplate, rays shrinking, "Lights on. Lights on. Lights. On."

You put your hands up, "Okay, okay okay. Lights on. Got it." You sigh, "Lights on."

Sun relaxes, head coming to rest on top of yours. Your hands wrap around his back with a quick pat. 

"I just, you're just, I can't," He stops, reciprocating the hug and squeezing tight, "Please."

You nod against him, "I'll change it sometime later, yeah?"

"Mm."

You stand there holding each other for a moment. 

Another thought pops into your head.

You tip your head back to look up at him, "Why haven't the Daycare's lights gone out yet? We were going at it for at least thirty minutes." Besides the minor check-in over your radio, that is.

His rays shrink again, gaze shifting to the side. 

"I, may have, tampered with the circuitry... So we could spend the evening... uninterrupted."

You stare up at him for a moment. 

"You are just the worst roommate."

But, as the saying goes; not your monkey, not your problem. 

And when Sun lifts you up, pressing your back against the play structure while your legs wrap around his waist, you'd argued that it's really not your problem. 

You have plenty of other things to keep you occupied.

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Something to note for this is that Moon & reader have little to no interaction and no real connection (sorry moon lovers, you'll get your juice soon I promise), so reader's question over the lights is solely bc they've been on so long, not anything to do with Moon. Additionally, Sun's concern is not virus-related, he just gets super jelly really easy ^-^ (again, Sunhinged) You're also free to intrepret things however you like though! It's angsty either way~

You can read my other promptobers here, sorry for being late with this one too, thanks for reading!

[carpeossa]

[pansyofthesouth]

This ruined my life and gave me purpose at the same time 😭

[ong-o]

Shadow x sonic live reaction!!!!

(Trhough my very very biased eyeballs)

THEY CALL SEGA DAD!

brought up shadow dancing in the Olympics!! He danced at Amy’s concert, he’s going to a SABRINA CARPENTER CONCERT

SHADOW WOULD SAVE SONIC (he makes a copium answer but it’s bc he hates tails more than sonic lets be real)

Sonic is jelous that Big makes shadow smile 0-0

Shadow and Amy being girl besties is the best direction they could take them

Shadow annoyed boyfriend while Sonic annoying shopping gf experience canon??

THEYRE JUST FLIRTING ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY??? “I think you just secretly like it when we match 😏” -Sonic ????!!!!!

THEYRE NOT FLOATIES THEYRE A FASHION CHOICE

The banter goes CRAZY

Sonic?? Shaves?? His?? Chest????

DEEP VOICE SONIC!

Agreed we weren’t gonna go there” about Amy?hmmm

Shadow has daddy issues💔( it’s been known)

Thank you classic sonic very nice

Shadow denies having beef with rails (I disagree therefore it’s not canon)

Shadow Latino canon (yes I know what it was referencing but NO ITS BC HES LATINO)

A RUSH? HEART PUMPING? Not the same wiITHOUTEACH OTHER

Sonic has stronger thumbs😏

Cream in the fridge canon???

Sonic’s master plan was to hangout with shadow and get ice cream ofc. Shadows favorite flavor is coffee. I’m still debating this with the council.

GO OFF KING - Sonic

Shadow has very strong opinions on super monkey ball. Shadow doesn’t like their opresión

Sonic talks about jet like a weird on and off ex, shadow pretends he’s not bothered. I’ve chosen to interpret it this way

Silvers dRaMATIC

HES LITTLE BROTHER!!!

Why did they auto default to drawing each other😭 they both suck💔

Yeah shadow would play chess

SHADOWS JELOUS OF ALL OF SONICS RIVALS!!! He’s offended he’s not the top!!

THEY REMOVED ELISE AHAHAHAHAH

Shadow laughed at a Joe mama joke ❤️❤️

Shadow STILL lives in a cave

Mandatory Macarena sing along

Shadows pressed sonic hugs don’t mean anything 🤔 (this reminded me of such a good fanfiction where shadow is upset Sonic doesn’t understand the effect he has on him, I’m Delulu about this now)

Awkward estranged family reunion time!!!

Shadows fake as fuuucckkk shit talking ORbot😤

Sonic has a chao canon, shadow has a chao canon!!!

BOO!! B OO!!

Shadow sees tails as a bad influence on Sonic , this is most definitely why he keeps clocking him on sight

Skill issue. - Shadow

Shadow thinks his presence is a gift. HE DOESNT GIVE SONIC A GIFT

Shadows sleeping location is still a mystery!!! (It’s a cave he most definitely sleeps on the floor of a cave)

Again…Whose Elise???” The SHADEEEE

[4mulaone]

mclaren mewling pawing whining desperately into landos ear for twenty laps like pleaseee babe the undercut was a joke omfg only to be ghosted so hard they changed the tactic to ok im going to kill myself now ASIDE the real comedy has to be max verstappen approaching such a state of rage at perceived slights against him he ties his own neck in a noose and we witness the first instance of a world champion being discriminated against for being a gamer in live commentary

[boyguk]

yugyeom talking about jungkook's enlistment ♥︎

[myrunawaysweets]

I cast curse of writing!!! Write 3 sentences on ur current fic NOW

My current fiction would probably be the "human" alastor x reader

-Alastor knew that his precious darling wife would be in heaven, so it didn't surprise him when he couldn't find her in hell.

-"what do you mean they kill the sinners every year?!" The very thought of our loved ones who couldn't make it to the pearly gates were being killed for a second time tore my soul apart.

-"Mon cherie? Wh...who? Why? Your supposed to be up there! Not down here! Tell me it ain't so!" Alastor held you tightly by the shoulders, shaking with disbelief that you ended up here with him after all.

[thisisapaige]

MAW

A delicious @deancashorrorfest collaboration. Now on ao3!

Written by: @thisisapaige

Art by: @hawkland | sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags/Warnings: Godstiel, Alternate Season 7, Unreliable Narrator, Body Horror, Cannibalism, Character Death, Consumehimnatural

Summary:

The world is full of sorrow, of sadness, of pain. The people within it deserve better than what Castiel's father gave them. They deserve peace and contentment, security and love. They deserve a New World.

And there is no safer place than inside Castiel.

Have a taste (Link to fic)!

Feast your eyes (Link to art)!

Teaser under the cut:

There is so much power within Castiel. The souls slither and slide inside him, straining against the confines of his vessel. The skin stretches. They need more. They hunger.

Castiel hungers.

His blade is in his hand faster than a thought. His vessel’s muscles tighten and release, snap forward in the space of time between the electrical impulse of a human’s brain and the blink of their eye.

Raphael gasps, gurgles, gapes as he stares down at the blood dripping from his vessel’s throat. It stains the blouse she wears.

Castiel licks his lips, watching as the blue-white light of his brother’s grace rises to the surface of the cut, trying to repair the damage. The souls shudder within Castiel. He salivates. Archangel grace. Power. His to feast upon.

Before the grace can heal the flesh, Castiel surges forward. Presses his lips to the wound. He tries to go slow at first, to taste it, to savour it, but the power flowing through him is divine. It’s intoxicating. It’s ambrosial. It’s finding his hollow spaces and empty core, filling him. Almost.

Almost. Almost. Almost. 

It’s almost enough. It’s not quite what he wants, but what he really wants he cannot have.

Not yet. 

The souls within him writhe with pleasure. The monsters and beasts grab and pull at Castiel’s shape and, this time, he doesn’t strain. He expands. 

He’s won. He’s done it. Raphael’s powerful archangel grace is the final piece.

Castiel is God. 

[red-dead-sakharine]

You just signed his contract.

He will sleep well tonight, and dream of wonderful things. You, placing the crown on his head. Standing by his side, as he takes Asmodeus' throne.

But as he wakes, he has to realize that it was just a dream. He may have your signature, but he is still... alone.

Probably a part 1 to this post.

[lanceappreciationblog]

LANCE IN THE TRAINER LODGE!!!

[winnie-the-monster]

“How is it that you did not wed?” Jaime asked him.

“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll—“

Jaime’s golden hand cracked across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out burning.

“You’re speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood on Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the beauty.”

(You see that was instinct right there. Jaime wasn’t gonna let anyone talk about his wife like that and get away with it.”