🎶 I would make this day last for all time…
…And fill the night deep in moonshine 🎶
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My beautiful little gay toys 🏳️🌈🥹
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My new sketchbook is specifically for my toy universe, which I wanna develop into something fun :^) I have a few titles knocking about but for now I'm calling it Beneath The Sleep.
Alternatively I had The Sorceress and The Soldier but I wasn't entirely sold on that one... Or even Beneath Our Sleep as you could imagine your own toys in these scenarios protecting humans from the monsters under their beds haha... idk
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Just running forward, alive like wires
As I see the past on an empty ceiling
I play along with the lies and anyway
But hope to god you don't know this feeling
Yet in reverse you are all my symmetry
A parallel I would lay my life on
So if your wings won't find you heaven
I will bring it down like an ancient bygone
Call me when you have the time
I just need to leave this part of me behind
Do you remember me
When the rain gathers?
And do you still believe
That nothing else matters
For me
It's still the autumn leaves
These ancient canopies
That we used to lay beneath
No, by now
The night belongs to you
This bough has broken through
I must be someone new
[x]
@amberlyinviolet
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get ready mera tomorrow is the day you will expect me camping in ur inboxes bcs the horny demons WILL have me by the neck
being made into a marionette/puppet/doll by the fellow guy and having all emotion draining in poor reader’s eyes!! they’ll be so pretty!! the “princess of the circus” !! an eye candy for the audience (and the boys especially) and at the end of the show, you will be giving them “special services” fellow being paid to have you give all the boys head!! heck have your holes stuffed to the brim by ALL of them at once!! and maybe behind the scenes, fellow will have a taste himself 🤭
HAVE A GREAT DAY MERA AAAA WILL COME BACK TO SCREAM SOME MORE!! 😫🫶🏻💕💕❤️❤️❤️
HI HI, LOVELY ANON!!!! 💖💖 omg,,, your thoughts are so good. I am ready for you to camp in my inbox. I will set up the tent for you and include many luxuries so the camping experience will be enjoyable!!!!
But omg the thought of being turned into a mindless sex doll for the boys and you can't complain or fight back. You're so pliable and obedient; it's in your nature to serve them and be fucked by them. <3 since Playful Land is a place in which you can indulge in fun day after day, why would any of the guys ever want to leave? Some of them (Trey, Leona, Cater, Jack, etc) are hesitant. Of course they want to use you, fuck you, kiss you, stuff you full, and do so many things they may not be able to do at school, but part of them knows this isn't the real you and you're just being controlled by Fellow. But time passes in Playful Land and eventually, whether they wanted to resist or not, they'll fall into Fellow's palm and indulge in you and your body. :) it's only a matter of time before the obsession wins out over restraint.
I think Fellow likely fucks you way before the rest get their chances. >:D he wants to have his fun first. Omg just imagine how many possibilities that opens up for Leona and Fellow rivalry. Two beastmen, one of them a sly fox and the other a protective lion, and they both want you. 😵💫 Leona respects you, of course, but he has to stake his claim to ensure that Fellow guy won't take what rightfully belongs to the king. >:(
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Anakin is on his knees.
This on itself should be humiliation, should be the most obvious sign of defeat, of finally at admittance of being the force Jedi, of never truly surpassing Obi-Wan in anything by brutal strength. What of wisdom, what of listening to the living force and filtering the mud and fuss, what of true servitude, what of being....good... of being just.
There is nothing of this within Anakin. He is tainted with anger and hatred and jealousy. He needs to have, he needs to posses, he needs to be loved and to love, to love so completely it'll burn away all that hs should be. He is too damaged to truly be a Jedi, and Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan Kenobi is perfect. All what a jedi should be, all that a man should be, all that...
A gentle hand caress through his hair. His Master is unmoving otherwise, standing straight and proper and in control. He shows no emotion on his face, within his force signature. He is a fine statue of a proper jedi and yet.... he embraces Anakin's head and lets him lean in, lean his face against his Master's tan robes.
Oh, oh to be close to him. Oh to be seen by him kindly. Oh, oh to be lov.....
The word die within his heart, the word is beaten and hallowed and used up till it's barely there.
If only it could be used by the man, if only... then Anakin would... surely it will fix him, them, everything. Right?
He reaches his hands up, would be prayer, he takes a hold of his Master's belt, holding upon i for balance, for stopping him from leaving.
His Master does not leave. His Master radiates a deep, reserve sadness through the force, strong enough to sip through impeccable shields. His Master looks down at him, Anakin can feel that. He does not dare look up. He will not live to see a rejection in those blue eyes.
He will stay here, within his Master's protective shadow, where he belongs. Where he should never left.
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Its unholy o'clock and im having normal thoughts like about how Bruce and his family were fans of Velvet and Veneer as popstars. Like yes of course he loved their performances, they were using Floyd's talent. Floyd, his little brother with an angelic voice, sensitive star of their band at a young age.
Of course he connected with their music, it was like hearing Floyd's own voice singing after all those years.
Beneath all that glitz and glam, Bruce felt his brother's melody and loved it just as much.
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so fascinated w everything abt akira kurusu!! hes overconfident & way too willing to sacrifice himself & he is the nicest politest boy ever and hes so so angry and he cant shut up and hes quiet and hes hiding from the world. he is driven by his morals and there are also timelines where hes so extremely painfully selfish. hes chosen by god and hes the worlds most average 16 year old. hes completely insane and hes literally normal. his relationships are more genuine and close and earnest than anyone would expect from friendships only a few months old and he’s avoiding fully opening up to people. he needs his brain scrubbed with an industrial brush. hes completely fine. his best friend is a cat
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While Wednesday’s getting a knife in the gut, far away Morticia is struck with a phantom knife to her heart. She knows, she knows, something awful has happened to her daughter. She needs her, a mother always knows.
The car hasn’t even ceased moving before she is throwing herself from the vehicle. She storms through the gates. Morticia is met with flashing lights, crowds of unnerved teenagers, police and worse. She ignores them all.
She slams open the door to the dorm.
The room is dark, illumintated only by the Red Moon that shines through the extravagant window. A long shadow centers the room, at the mouth sit two huddled figures. They stink of dirt and death and blood. These mean nothing to an Addams, but it is the fear that permeates the air which shakes her to her core.
Wednesday and Enid are sitting as one, hands clenched together. Enid’s head rests upon Wednesday’s shoulder, and Wednesday’s head on hers. Enid’s free arm is wrapped around her daughters shoulder, and Wednesday’s is a fist clutching the amulet around her neck.
The unexpected intrusion mutilates their peace and in a blink, Morticia’s view of her daughter is obstructed by a growling blonde, the ripple of transformation sitting uneasily below the surface of her skin, ready and waiting.
“Mother.”
The tone is familiar, indifferent with a hint of loathing. But as the blonde recognises the woman in front of them and retreats back to her daughters side, Morticia can’t help but wonder, who is this stranger sitting before her in her daughters skin.
Eyes wide, body trembling, clutching to another, full of emotion and life and fear. Perhaps her daughter had died after all.
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