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Hela: Father I want to keep fighting because that's all you taught me.

Odin: No. How dare you have so little regard for life exactly like me? Imprisoned and forgotten.

Thor: Father I tried to kill all the monsters just the way you taught me.

Odin: No. How dare you put Asgardian lives in danger and glorify war exactly like me? Banished and stripped of your power.

Loki: Father I could have killed all the monsters without endangering Asgardian lives to prove my loyalty to you!

Odin: No. How dare you think that's what I wanted when I raised you with racism against your own people? Rejected and driven to suicide.

Hela, Thor and Loki:

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that’s it that’s the post

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MC: Do you think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore

Lucifer: I just want you to stop saying odd shit

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IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ deep in puppy love ]❜

ft. luca kaneshiro x f! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ luca is just like cerberus, the three-headed hellhound of the underworld— terrifying, but a puppy nonetheless for his master┊1k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub luca┊puppy-hybrid luca, pet play & pet names (puppy, good boy), lingerie, receiving oral, giving praise, coming untouched

➤ author's note: i love powerful men being submissive and down bad

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ birthday gift to the wonderful moot & writer @cryingaboutit1514!! (i hope a luca will suffice)

luca kaneshiro is the most infamous mafia boss in the nation who doesn’t have a single competitor for his title because they have either been integrated into his group or stomped out entirely if they refused to go out peacefully. his pockets are deeper than the mariana trench and bursting at the seams with cash and gold, helping him secure his choke-hold on the city’s corrupted authorities. just his name alone is enough to bring dread to any of his enemies who still haven’t been picked off by his men. shockingly, he isn’t in power primarily because of the terror factor, it’s because of the undying loyalty his men and executives have for him where they are willing to lay down their lives for him at their own volition.

as scary and intimidating as he seems to be, those close to him like family and friends will know how sweet he truly is. his iconic white fedora helps to hide his fuzzy ears while his back is never turned to show his fluffy tail, he’s true to his half-blood of being a golden retriever and well-beloved because of his innocent personality at heart that loves to get along with everyone.

although, even family and friends occasionally feel like they are walking on eggshells when interacting with him, anxious that one wrong word could spell their name on his list of those on his bad side. there’s only one person who didn’t have to watch their words so closely around him and could freely be themselves around him without the fear of crossing him, the only person who could boss around the mafia boss with him wrapped around their finger.

his tail wagged and thumped against the hardwood floor, his violet eyes staring at the beautiful black lace that graced your skin. he could see your arousal with his heightened sense of smell and it was driving him absolutely mad, trying to get closer to you so that he could get a taste. if you weren’t pushing back his head, he probably would have forgotten to rip it and would have tried to give you oral through the fabric with how excited he was.

“please, please, please,” he whimpered, voice filled with desperation to the point that he seemed like he could crack and cry if he didn’t have his face on your pretty pussy at that very second.

“please what, puppy?”

“please, let me eat you out… you look so sexy…”

“well, since you asked so nicely…” stilling keeping him at arm’s length, you slowly slipped off the intricate underwear along your leg and presented your glistening folds to his eager eyes. his hand moved to grip his erect cock that was painfully straining against his abs with white beads of pre-cum leaking out of the angry red tip, but you stopped him in the act and tutted, “you can touch yourself once i say so.” he looked so cute when he pouted and whined that you were half-tempted to change your mind, “don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

as soon as the words “good boy” left your mouth, his demeanor changed immediately as any desire to pleasure himself evaporated back into the desire to serve you. it really took everything in him not to pounce on you and fuck you into the mattress, but he wanted to remain as your obedient puppy.

you gasped in surprise at his speed once you let go of him, his large hands grabbing onto your ankles to pull you towards him. his tongue roughly glided over your sopping hole, greedily lapping at your clit and flicking at it with the tip. he was so sloppy and loud, the sound of sex and your moans spurring him on to get drunk on you. no thought or calculation went into it, just pure unaltered passion and need to make you undone.

“ah, fuck, g-good boy!” you panted and began lightly grinding your cunt against his face, reaching out to scratch at his floppy golden ears. “doing so well for me!” the stimulation had your mind all fuzzy and almost numb as you continued to cry out words to praise, his actions becoming more erratic with everything you said.

no matter how many times he’s done this, he’s still so goddamn messy. his lack of self-control has your juices spilling down his chin and onto the expensive silk sheets below, just like a starving dog would when it’s able to feast at last.

his tongue kept assaulting your entrance, swirling around and curling against that spongy spot that sent electricity up your spine. he felt your thighs twitch and wrap around his head with the end of his blonde hair tickling the skin, driving him more into you and telling him that you needed just a bit more of a push.

in just a few more seconds, your vision sparked white as you climaxed and made a mess all over his lower face, arching your back as you flooded his lower face. he still licked away at your sweetness even when your legs loosened their hold on him, riding out your orgasm until you told him (nearly begged him with how pussydrunk he was) to stop.

when he finally pulled back, panting and out of breath with a flushed face, you could see a white splatter on his muscles indicating that he was already finished without any stimulation. he didn’t even realize that he came yet, his cock still rock-hard and begging for your attention.

you chuckled at his disheveled appearance and reached out to bring him closer, allowing him to join you on the bed instead of kneeling at the foot of it. “aw, does the puppy want a reward for being good?” you almost audibly laughed at how promptly he nodded his head, leaning into your touch to rest on top of you and begin to not-so-subtly rut into your leg. he really is a good puppy even though he’s acting like a bitch in heat for you, but that’s what happens when the mafia boss is madly in love.

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me in 2011

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Imagine that Solomon doesn't like to show his body. In all his outfits (except “arabian clothes”) he is always covered practically up to his neck.

So from that thought, I have the headcanon that Solomon's body is full of marks (I think it's something practically consensual in the fandom xd), not only from pacts with demons, but scars of wounds, marks of magical healing, remains of curses, patterns of ancient rituals done on his own body, traces of his not-aging, and other remains of experiments on his own flesh, because we already know that Solomon had a turbulent life after and before meeting Barbatos. And those marks were another stigma for the other humans, so he started to hide them. He used to cover them up with magic, but there came a time when that was a waste of energy and he stopped doing that.

So imagine now, during Mc and Solomon's living together on the same roof during nightbringer. The sorcerer is comfortable, and he is in the residence where he stayed so many times in the past, so when he leaves his bedroom he forgets to change, coming out in a tank top and shorts, he finds Mc drinking coffee and looking at him with eyes like saucers. When the magician notices, he gets nervous, many people have rejected him because of those marks. But Mc had nothing else to say but:

Mc: *looking him up and down* Nice~

Solomon: *nervous* I can ex- What?

Mc: Your body, your skin, is nice *caressing one of his tattoos* so much history.

Solomon: *blushing* Oh…

Mc: *smiling mischievously* The rest isn't bad either…

Solomon: *redder than a tomato* Mc!!!

Now the sorcerer thinks about changing his closet every time he passes a store.

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⚠️NSFW⚠️

Imagine if Lucifer knew how to poll dance. 😳

I feel as though no one would know about it until he’s working a fill-in shift for Mammon at The Fall.

But during his shift, he doesn’t realize MC is there watching him entertain the guests of the strip club. MC is taking in how he uses his hips and legs around the poll and Lucifer doesn’t notice MC until he fills in as bartender.

When MC sat down at a bar stool, Lucifer stood there in surprise.

“Oh…” Is all he can say as he goes back to mixing a drink with a faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks. MC would chuckle and watch as Lucifer completes and slides the drink down to the customer.

“You know, Lucifer…” MC catches Lucifer’s attention. “I had quite the time watching you dance upon that stage. I’d love to have a more… personalized experience of such an elegant display in private. What do you say?”

Lucifer would then play along.

“Why would you watch me dance on a poll when I can dance on you?” He whispers in MC’s ear.

“Oh, how naughty you are, Lucifer.”

MC knew they could not refuse this one in a lifetime chance.

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"Look at me"

A LITTLE SOMETHING I WANTED TO SHARE ABOUT ALUCARD (Adrian Tepes) This was written on a phone so if the formatting sucks you know why :,]

WARNINGS!: SMUT, Afab reader, use of "good girl", eye contact O_O, PRAAAISE.

♡

You whimpered as he slammed himself into you. He had your legs hanging over his shoulders and his arms on either side of your head.

"Gods..You feel so good." He moaned, kissing the top of your head as you curled up into his chest.

Until an idea hit him.

"My Love. Lay back for me."

You reluctantly pulled away from him, now turning away and hiding your face with your hands.

"I want to see you. I want you to look at me when you cum." He groaned.

He took one of your hands in his and let your other grab onto his shoulder. You felt a million times more vulnerable.

But it felt more intimate. You felt more involved and present then you had before.

"There you are..Fuck, you're so beautiful."

You whimpered and tried to turn away when his hand caught your face, grabbing your chin. "Uh uh. Look at me. You can do it, Baby."

"Y-yeah..." you felt your brain melt as you focused on his eyes and the light flush on his cheeks.

Eventually you snapped out of it, aware one again of how silly you must look.

"You had it, My love! And you liked it, didn't you?" He asked, his tone giving away he already knew full well you liked it.

"Mhm...." You nodded.

"Then look at me. Focus on me." He moaned.

He looked beautiful. He didn't look weird or funny, he looked breath taking.

His long hair drapped over his back as he took you. And he looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars for him.

"You're so beautiful. I can't believe I've been missing this- ha~ " He whispered, moving his hand to the side of your face.

"Fffuck that feels good!" You whimpered.

You did your best to keep your eyes open for him, ignoring the embarrassment that was slowly beginning to eat at you.

"Adrian~ I'm so close..So so close." You whispered, tears pricking at your as as he rubbed your check.

"Good girl. Just keep your eyes on me. Let me make you cum."

#alucard castlevania #alucard smut #adrian tepes smut #RatwRitesThings

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Come with me my love and live your final night

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#Falls over and dies

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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GOOD MORNING im sending asks bc we need to revive the culture

Gimme your top 3 favorite shows

GOOD MORNING

Okay Lucifer. The plot DRAAAAAAGS DUDE OH MY GOOOODUH. I hate how Chloe acts in some episodes because we see later THAT ISN'T HOW SHE ACTS EVER? BUT WE NEED TO SEE LUCIFER REACT TO IT OR WTV ITSELF SO DUMB. But it has it's good moments and my little peanut brain decides that it's good enough to keep watching

Arcane has been my life source since it came out- Silco and Viktor have me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Loki- I've been into that man for a few years now and when I tell you it's crazy IT'S CRAZY. THE PLOT IS SO GOOD, TOM HIDDLESTON IS AN AMAZING ACTOR OH MY GOD. I COULD GO ON AND ON BUT YEAH, DEFINITELY A FAV

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

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We stan!!!!

chaotic good