Tumgik
#⚔
alexios · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It starts with a fever and memory loss. Then you start to hallucinate. Your hair falls out and you bleed from every orifice. Your bones will change form. Your jaw will split to allow room for four great tentacles. All skin will turn to gore, and be shed to reveal new flesh underneath. Then you have ceased to exist, and a mind flayer is born.
790 notes · View notes
transfagwhore · 6 months
Note
oooo sluttiest fantasies you ask?
Honnestly? I want to make someone my muse and practice figure drawing. Wanna have someone tied up with intricate knots and pretty coloured rope with a vibrator on the lowest setting in them. They're whining and begging as I take the time to set up my canvas, put my paints on my palette, fill up water in a cup, completely ignoring them. Wanna play with the settings at random times as I'm painting, they can't cum until I'm done, so how long they're being edged for is technically up to them. They have one job and it's to stay still, I'll never be able to finish if they keep moving, so they have to try really hard for me! Want to talk about how pretty they are, take the time to admire each and every part of their body and then tell them how they're such a whore for getting off on something as innocent as me painting them. It's art, practising drawing and painting the nude body helps with anatomy that's all it is! They're such a desperate slut, huh? And as they get more and more frustrated as time goes on, I want to start telling them what I'd do to them when I'm done, be really detailed with it all, hear them incoherently babbling, begging over and over. And when I'm done, I take the vibrator out and finger them while looking at them in the eye, this is what they wanted right? I counted everytime they've begged me to let them cum so that's how many times they'll cum now. They should be happy, grateful even. They wanted it that bad right? Take it. They're finally getting what they want. This is their reward!
makes my brain melt ngl
-⚔
fuck that's so hot. making my brain melt a little too 😳
251 notes · View notes
ciccerone · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
"Charge!" by Anninosart
30 notes · View notes
sincetheaccident · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
my name is dirk or rue im a mixed introject and this is my sourceposting/fictiveposting/etc sideblog. if ur here from me reblogging one of ur posts: im sorry. if ur one of those who bravely followed me here from my main: welcome soldier its good to have u. if u found me randomly out of the blue: how
basically for all the shit too abstract for main. you CAN expect to find homestuck on this blog but i dont consider myself a homestuck fan per se nor do i condone all of the everything obviously. tags are in interest of organization and NOT blacklisting. sometimes ill reblog stuff about other alters of mine so be prepared ok
⚔ and 🌟 are both for me, 🎩, 💼, ♟ etc are for others
9 notes · View notes
rottingfamily · 1 year
Text
☆ hello! ☆
#1 real life anatomical venus 🩷
my carrd
nsfw, 18+ please
wwwboy -> swordg1rl -> watersong1991 -> cinnamonspider2000 -> cinnamonspider2001 -> dovesongs -> quickiecrucifixion
71 notes · View notes
ballisterboldheart · 10 months
Photo
Tumblr media
fuck you look at the prologue for my fantasy story that WILL be coming out sometime this summer. it’s gonna be a banger. lots of themes. motifs. parallels. nerd shit. prose. i’m so proud of this fucking thang.
text from image under the cut
KING’S BLOOD
PROLOGUE: A TRAITOR’S BLADE
--
The queen is going to die tonight.
In a sense, she’s already dead. In a sense, her murderer has already committed the act, because her murderer watches the sun set with impatience, because her murderer does not anticipate failure, and will not allow herself to fall to it.
The plan is effective in its simplicity—her hand holds the knife, the blade pierces flesh, and an assassin flees into the night. Two heavy bags of coins for two cold corpses. A life spent drowning out the unpleasant act.
And, just as the way forward is clear, she knows, just as easily, she could abstain.
She knows she will not.
Her missing eye throbs, a wound that has not yet healed. Even when it does, she’ll never be as she was. She’ll never be rewarded for her sacrifice.
There is another guard on duty tonight, as they stand watch outside her victim’s door. A better assassin would easily end his life, leave no witnesses, ensure that she cannot be found. A better assassin would kill him.
But, he is not guilty.
Of course, neither is the queen, nor her infant son, but they are distant, ephemeral, concepts that only become real when her blade ends their lives. They become ideas, then martyrs, in quick succession. No moment in between to dwell on their humanity.
The man next to her is human, Queen Vera and Prince Darius are not.
It becomes as simple as that.
After all, a better assassin would be sent after the king himself. A better assassin might stand a chance against a tested warrior, against the man who lives to fight. This guard, soon traitor, is not honorable, nor particularly skilled, because she chooses the vulnerable targets.
Readily, she goes after the heir, the future, the dream. The concepts. Those, those are easy enough to kill.
Eventually, mercifully, it becomes time for the queen to die.
Her murderer steps into the room, expecting fire, bracing herself against the struggle she’ll encounter. The screaming, the pleading, the offers in gold and untold luxuries, in exchange for life.
A traitor steps in, blade eager and hungry.
26 notes · View notes
your-system-said-what · 8 months
Text
"whats a stardew"
"video game"
"oh like that thing with the weird fish"
10 notes · View notes
allthe-queens-men · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
If you ask anyone in the industry Queen is just Freddie Mercury and Brian May plus those other guys
8 notes · View notes
alexios · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
[DRUID] Tell the snake to put Kagha at ease. The girl belongs with her own brood.
169 notes · View notes
transfagwhore · 3 months
Note
You don't need to apologise for replying late. You're a person with a life my dude, it's all good:) I would say sorry for breaking your brain a bit but I'm really not sorry at all LMFAO
aw baby these are just words, though I think I'm pretty good with them. Think about how much better I'd be right there next to you. I don't think you'd be able to handle it, I think you'd melt the second I look at you. I could play with your hair and tell you everything I want you to do to me, watching your breath hitch, looking at me with eyes full of want, whining for me to do something, anything. I'd laugh at how much of a filthy slut you are. it's cute, so very cute how easily you break. I have so much fun playing with you, don't you know? Such a strong dom aren't you? Go on, do it. I dare you to try. Could you make me good for you? Could you make me your slut? I don't know if you've noticed but I've got you wrapped around my finger and it's pretty difficult to get out of that once I've got you. Oh but you're such a good boy, so eager to please aren't you? You could try to put me in my place but you're such a good boy. So good for me, such a cute slut for me, aren't you? God it really is so much fun to tease you. I'd love to frustrate you to point you're so incredibly desperate to fuck me, I'd love to hear you say it over and over until I'm satisfied. Come on needy boy, show me what you've got. Beg for it. Do it well. And then maybe I'll tell you what happens next.
Maybe one day you'll catch me when I'm completely in subspace:P
god i need you.
need you in my lap, desperately humping my thigh until i slowly push a finger inside you, then two, however many you want baby, and have you ride my fingers while i kiss your neck and grope you.
need to kiss and bite my way down your body, leaving hickeys wherever i go. marking you as mine for the night. showing you that im the one in charge here.
need to fuck you on my tongue, feeling your hips crash against my face as you moan and beg for more.
need to grab you by the waist and push you into the mattress, face down ass up. i need to fuck you with my strap, nails digging into your hips as i pull you back onto my cock.
i want you to cum on my cock, darling. i wanna feel you under me. want to bite your neck and hear you cry out as i fuck your pretty hole.
i can be a very good boy when needed, but i'm also very good at putting sluts like you in their place. and i think you need to be reminded that you belong beneath me, taking my biggest strap.
8 notes · View notes
ciccerone · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
夏コミ新刊表紙絵になる武蔵ちゃん | 柊祈@C102(土)西き38a (karashriker)
36 notes · View notes
hearth4days · 10 months
Note
when did you get into skyrim?
Me-wise when I was like 8. Body-wise I think like 4 or 5 years ago??
5 notes · View notes
ballisterboldheart · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
another excerpt from my fantasy story, the third chapter opening from the pov of a character i'm Extremely normal about. don't even. worry about it.
text from image under the cut
KING'S BLOOD
CHAPTER THREE: THE TRUTH, ALL OF IT
Adrian misses his sister.
In his dreams, he sees her, and she is smiling, as she always was.
Dawn arrives, and just as he wakes, for a second, he forgets. For a second, every day, without fail, he thinks he is young again, and she is in the next room over, and he’ll see her.
Every morning, the sun rises, but his sister does not come back from the dead.
He has not known a love like the one she saved for him. Vera was fond of her little brother in a way no one else was. She listened to him. She heard him.
She always found him, no matter where he hid from his mother’s lectures, from his father's scorn.
Because, Adrian was free, as he ran from them, but always lonely as he tucked himself away from the world.
Always lonely, except when Vera joined him.
Then, she was married off. To someone important, to a king, and every adult praised the union. It was a seat at the king’s table, a place at the king’s side. It was something wonderful, a great opportunity for their family.
A victory.
To Adrian, it was the end of his world.
Words were too little for his rage, tears were too soft for his grief. His legs carried him away, his lungs burned as he ran. He wanted to disappear, because he would never be loved again. He would never be seen, or heard, or noticed, he would fade away, quietly.
And then, he found his sister. Hiding from the world, from the celebration. Scared, as she’d never been before.
They sat, united in their loneliness, both longing for the courage to run together, the strength to leave this all behind.
But, they didn’t, and morning came, and Vera left.
And his sister died.
Adrian might have died, too, from the sheer pain of it. Except, passion ignited a spark of rage in him. He couldn’t die, not while the hands that killed her held onto life.
He swore. He swore, he promised on her grave, he would find who killed her. He would find her son.
Her son, who looks just like her.
Her son, who Adrian can see, every day.
Her son, who Adrian will make sure he never lets go of.
21 notes · View notes
cricketstreehouse · 11 months
Note
🌹 for the plural asks!!
🌹 Are there more humans or nonhumans in your system?
Looking at the list I'd say we're mostly human but only by a short margin, like a 60-40 split between humans and nonhumans—thats a rough estimate tho i dont feel like gathering data on 100+ alters right before i go to work ehehe
Although I'd say the grand majority of our system is somewhere in the middle, like only being half-human (e.g. ghost, our kaneki fictive, who is half-ghoul) or being human but having nonhuman characteristics (sunny is human but he has little demon horns!) Or like... a lot of us are human but can manipulate our internal appearance, like altair can turn into a cat and sol can turn into a fox
See this is a really interesting question cause it never really occurs to us just how many of us just aren't quite human owo;; im not even totally human myself in fact /pos
2 notes · View notes