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thesupernaturalhouse · 2 months

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Hi!! You can call me Supernatural, I'm aroace and agender(please use she/they), feel free to send in any asks/questions(please I beg you-), about my au, me, my opinions, etc, you can also ask me to rp and here is my Ao3 and wattpad

This is an au/fanfic master post thingy, hope I did it right lol

Before that though, the link to the previous pinned post because I don't want to forget it....Rocky

Now!! Onto the aus!! Oldest to newest if course

Mama witch au: An au where Shelby empires smp s2, adopts child Oli, False, and Tortoise. Along the way, she meets Katherine, which opens her life to act more drama to say the least

Og post and fanfic

Brothers and sisters alike: Mystreet au where Ein and Aphmau are raised together! Plus I fix some things and add ships that are non-canon or were supposed to be canon

Og post

Hazbins Fallen au: A hazbin hotel au where Emily follows the exorcists through a portal one year, she sees the carnage and what happens to vaggie and she runs, getting stranded in hell...going back to the ally way she finds Charlie and Vaggie....things go from there

Og post (fanfic to be added)

Hawk Feather Exorcists au: An au inspired by a dove emily post I made a while back, where Adam and Lillith were made from dirt and Eve from Adam's ribs, the Exorcists are made form Hawk feathers! Giving them more bird traits and well, things spiral like there

Dove Emily post, our convo, Sunsets og post, lore summary by me

Accidental overlord vaggie au: Vaggie rescues a sinner who accuses her of rescuing them for their souls. She offers to teach them self defense so this doesn't happen again. This keeps happening, most demons saying they owe her a favor, giving her their souls until the favor is asked upon. She is unaware of all of this...until Alastor drags her ass to the meeting in ep3

Og post and snippets: 1, 2, to be added

Other random aus: serith au, the polycule vision do you see it??

More aus to come!! Lemme know if I missed any! I'm not sure if I did this right tbh, cause I've seen au posts having every single post linked and stuff, but I figured it's be fine if I just linked the og post and fanfic if there is any

Also, aside note, feel free to use any of my ideas and stuff, just idk. Give me a heads uo and send me the link when you're done so I can read it! Oh, an ofc mention my tumblr XD

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cheadarchesse · 5 months

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Here's my 2023 crafting year in review

Aro heart, first attempt at embroidery

silly patriotic apron for my mom

cat sweater featuring the cats we lost this year for my brother (Charlie and Kiki were in the middle, both 19. Jane Doe is on the ends, she's still with us and 3 years old)

My Magnus Archives sweater I made for me

llama jacket I made from the softest flannel I've ever owned

And, the first project of 2023, my sister's Van Gogh sweater

#I think I got alt text in all of them #lemme know if I missed any #Really proud of my progress on some of these #cheadar makes #knitting #knitblr #crochet #crochetblr #yarnblr #sewing #sewblr #not sure that last one is a thing #tma #the magnus archives #<- tagging as that bc that's why I made the eyeball sweater

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howtoarmyourself · 1 year

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She's not yeeting me, and I'm not yeeting her. We're yeeting each other <3

#rwby #bumbleby #I fucking love them #true love is yeeting your girlfriend at enemies #lemme know if I missed any #my vids

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iceicewifey · 1 year

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shamelessly copied Sinner /j /lh and did one of those Araki style character sheets for Shay to see if i could share her info easier and I'll say it worked 😳

had to redo the template because I'm stupid and the layout kind of confused me plus I'll never pass up an opportunity to make my own version of whatever thing fjdnfjdgb but I hope it makes sense. alot of the info can be found in her mini bio, but it was still fun to fill this out. plain text under the cut because it's alot to read. thanks again to sinner for both posting theirs and providing the original template ♡

editing because this is so outdated already 😭

Name / Nicknames

Shayleigh Disa Malmsteen / Shay, Spanky (childhood nickname), Dee (from Hol Horse)

Age

23 (SDC)

Sex

CIS Female

Birthday / Zodiac Sign

August 12th, 1965 / Leo

Blood Type

O-

Birthplace

Miami, FL USA

Height

5'4" / 162cm

Weight

~137lbs / 62kg

Sexual Orientation

M-spec

Hair Color

Platinum blonde

Eye Color

Pale icy blue // Pink (Manga)

Eyesight / Colorblindness / Wears Glasses?

Slight myopia Not enough to warrant glasses.

Dominant Hand

Left

Type of Voice

High pitched / "soprano" A bit scratchy from smoking

Medical History

Minor nerve damage from particularly deep scar in right forearm, partially perforated septum (corrected; from cocaine use) Uterine Arteriovenous Malformation — required surgery

Scars / Birthmarks / Tattoos

Numerous scars on hands, arms, torso, shoulders, back, legs, and left eyebrow // Barbed wire tat around right wrist, palm tree on left ankle, devil tail on lower back

Other Defining Physical Features: Nose, Eye Shape, Chest Size, Legs, Moles, etc.

Slightly downturned doe eyes, small slits in eyebrows (left has hair displaced by scars, right is shaved to match). Larger than average chest (~E cup)

Race

Caucasian

Religion

N/A

Nationality

American

Ancestral Background

½ Swedish on father's side

Criminal Record / Education

Criminal record is extensive. Dropped out of high school during 11th grade but stopped attending long before then.

Formative Experiences as a Baby or Young Child

Grew up without birth mother (passed away soon after she and her twin sister were born), Father worked as motorcycle mechanic and would frequently bring his daughters to work; fostered her love of motorcycles at a young age. Dealt with abusive stepmother for ~7 years.

Sexual History / Lovers

Several boyfriends & a girlfriend during high school years, numerous ‘flings’ throughout mid 80’s. Not on good terms with any exes.

Thoughts Towards Romance / Marriage

Says she’s indifferent. Would like to get married, but wants it to be with “the right person.” Has trauma from parents about relationships.

People the Subject Looks Up To / Idolizes

Evel Knievel, Lemmy Kilmister

People the Subject Hates

Her father. Stepmother, Lydia. Stepbrother, Adam. Half brother, Viggo. Estefania, Jotaro Kujo, Polnareff, Nukesaku

Personality Traits / Habits / Fav. Sayings

Tends to hide her true emotions, acts apathetic. Cautious around new people, especially if they know who she is and she doesn’t recognize them. Her defense mechanism tends to make it so she comes off as rude or abrasive. // Honestly just enjoys telling people that annoy her to shut up.

Dreams for the Future

Wants to eventually return to Miami. Wants to build her own custom Harley, right down to the paint job. Wants “a buncha badass lookin’ tats” to cover her more prominent body scars.

Fears

Drowning, being strangled, seeing more of her friends die in front of her, upsetting DIO and having to face his wrath.

Most Traumatic Experiences

The years of emotional and verbal abuse from her stepmother and stepbrother. Her first night in jail. Witnessing the deaths of some of her closest friends at the hands of the gang they once belonged to.

Relationships - Incl. Behavior

Neneh is the first best friend she’s ever had; loves her dearly and would kill for her if she asked. Misses her dearly while in Cairo. Gets along well with other Terence T. D’Arby, Kenny G., Enya, and most other mansion residents. On DIO’s better side. Romantically involved with Vanilla Ice.

Familial Relationships - Incl. Behavior

Hasn’t seen her sister since 17, misses her. Got along very well with Swedish grandparents, used to visit every Christmas as a child; visits slowed and eventually stopped upon her father remarrying. Positive relationships with maternal aunt, Caroline and her daughter, Rita. Gets along well with ‘pseudo father’, Ozzy, misses him while in Cairo. The gloves she wears to hide her scarred hands were a gift from him.

Problematic Relationships

Relationship with father was good as a young child but has deteriorated. Misses how he used to be, hurt that he chose a new partner over his daughters. Never had positive relationships with stepmother or stepbrother. Never really got along with former “boss”, Estefania despite trying. Feels no remorse for her death. Her murder is the reason she ends up in Cairo.

Education / Work History

John F. Kennedy Middle School (Miami, FL) Elizabeth Cobb Middle School (Tallahassee, FL) Lincoln High School (dropped out; Tallahassee) Has never been formally employed or had a ‘legal’ job.

Economic Class

Grew up middle class, struggled with money after being kicked out.

Pets / Plants

Never had pets. Had a monstera clipping that grew in the motel room she lived in.

Personality

STUBBORN. Hates being told what to do and will often do the opposite. Tends to clash with authority figures. Has a bit of a sharp tongue, she’s wary of strangers and tends to speak her mind freely, even if what she says isn’t exactly polite. Used to act out rudely for attention from a bad home life but grew out of that phase. Rarely rude to strangers without reason nowadays. Insanely devoted to friends and loved ones, likes going the extra mile to show that she loves and cares for them. Very outgoing, a bubbly ‘people person’ and a bit of a ‘party girl‘. She’s typically laid back and enjoys being surrounded by those she loves. ‘Bitchiness’ is a defense mechanism stemming from trauma; “If I don‘t care, I can’t get hurt.” She’s a spitfire with a feisty side and a terrible temper, never one to back down from a fight and will start one if she’s worked up.

Strengths

Loyal to the end, skilled with knives and using her stand, won’t quit until the task is done or it kills her, can seemingly sense when someone is upset, can pick things up with her feet

Weaknesses

Hedonistic, lower physical strength than muscular male opponents, argumentative, easy to anger, extensive criminal record, bottles feelings Deep down she’s scared and hurt, hiding behind a façade to escape any future pain

Special Skills / Fighting Style(s)

Mostly accustomed to street fighting. Fights dirty; punching, hitting, slapping, kicking, biting, hair pulling, nothing is off limits. Skilled with using switchblades. Likes to use her stand to trip non-stand user and see their confusion when they stumble.

Weapon(s)

Wields twin automatic “stiletto” switchblades, keeps them hidden in her boots

Driver's License / Vehicle of Choice / Driving Language

Obtained learner’s in 1981 and full license in 1983 but had been illegally driving since she was ~14 // Prefers motorcycles over cars. Favorite bike is the 1973 Harley Davidson FL Electra-Glide // Typical Florida Driver™. Has a lead foot and tends to speed. Tends to get a bit aggressive at times and will partake in road rage if provoked.

Hobbies / Recreations

Likes to draw things she thinks are cool; skulls, motorcycles, tigers, devils, playing cards. Tinkering with her bike, watching trash TV, riding motorcycles with friends, swimming, etc. Often upset she can’t do much of this in Cairo

Likes & Dislikes

Likes metal music, leather pants, motorcycles, billiards, chicken shawarma Dislikes formal clothing, being bossed around, running out of hairspray, driving in the rain, prudes

Food / Clothing / Shelter

Had a few outfits (a lot of them shoplifted) and mostly ate instant or microwaveable food while living in a motel paid for with money from ““odd jobs”” // Kept most of the same clothing upon moving to Cairo, despite her style clashing with local culture. Lives and works in DIO’s mansion

Motives / Passions

Self preservation, making “a shit ton of money”, has thought about killing her stepmother in the past but doesn’t want to deal with the consequences

Favorite Color / Locations / People

Dark teal, black, hot pink // South Miami Beach, Aunt Carol’s house // Neneh, Terence, Vanilla, and Enya

Fashion Style

Wears a lot of tight and overly revealing clothing after years of being forced to dress “like a proper girl” as a child. Likes wearing leather and wants to look like the girls in the metal magazines (i.e. Doro Pesch)

Used Substances

Tobacco, alcohol, marijuana (formerly), cocaine (formerly addicted)

Perfume / Cologne?

Used to wear “City Girl” perfume, but prefers scented lotions.

Any Accessories?

Crescent moon earring worn only on her left ear (twin sister wears the other), two hoops on right ear // stud on left side of nose // black leather fingerless gloves to hide scars

Supernatural Abilities / Attuned to Spirits?

Not necessarily sensitive to spirits but sometimes feels what she assumes is her mother’s presence when she sits on the beach alone at night. She can’t explain it, but it’s somewhat comforting and tends to happen when she’s stressed or upset.

Accent / Dialect

Miami accent; pronounces the ‘L’ in “salmon” // speaks in short form and slang often (i.e. wanna, gonna, ain’t) // drops the ‘g’ on words that end in ‘-ing’ (i.e. swimmin’ )

Anything Else?

Knows how to juggle. Allergic to shellfish. Not a serious reaction but the kind that makes her throat tingle. Used to think it happened to everyone, not just her. ↓ “Everybody’s throat tingles after crab cakes. It’s part of the experience.”

#jjba oc #oc info #oc d. shay #araki character sheet #a lot of my other ocs are mentioned ... it'll make sense when i finally talk about her backstory and explain them i swear #rita and richelle are next #lmk if you want my edited template and i'll add it to my drive <3 #tw abuse mention #tw substance abuse #tw cocaine #tw addiction #tw toxic family #tw murder mention #tw gang mention #tw parent death mention #lemme know if i missed any

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year

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Gladiator Whump Drabble

cw: character death, animal death (past), forced to kill, gun mention, panic attack, it’s just very dark in general, some angst

Whumpee stumbles through the gate to the gladiators’ yard.

The sand is sharp against their bare feet. When it flies up all around them, it swirls into distorted patterns.

In the distance, the lights of the city flash– green, blue– smoke rising up.

Smoke in their lungs and sand in their clothes.

Whumpee finds themselves incapable of thinking coherently. They’re filled with screaming that falls dead on their lips.

Stars and sand and smoke burn in their chest, crushing their ribcage into paper bones. They break so, so easily. Who knew they would break so easily? Only it wasn’t bones that snapped– it was everything.

Everything all at once.

Whumpee falls to their knees in the middle of the arena, sand clinging to bare skin. Copper and sweat are all around them, the smells buried into the ground itself.

They’re fifteen again, fifteen and everything is different, everything is good. The sword in their hands feels great. They swing it a little, the wooden blade cutting easily through the air, and that feels even better.

“Careful with that.”

“If I’m careful, will you let me handle your rifle? Any rifle?”

“No–”

“Bet I could outshoot both you and Father.”

Whumpee isn’t fifteen anymore. They won their first fight.

Here.

In this arena.

They’re a gladiator. They’ve pulled the blade out of someone– don’t look at the body, don’t look, I’m sorry, I’m sorry– out of a corpse. There’d been blood, red against their skin, replaced with gold.

The cheers of the crowd drowned out by the roaring in their ears.

They double over, a silent scream building up. It rips through their paper bones–

And–

I’m sorry I’m sorry

I killed you.

They’re eighteen, and they don’t like the smell of gunpowder. It smells too much like the deer—shot through. Copper-blood and dark eyes, still open.

Faltering breathing.

Not the deer’s.

Their own.

The gun is on the grass and they’re running, running, running, but the eyes never leave them.

“Whumpee!”

Dark eyes like the gladiator. Limbs crooked, thrown against the sand, bronze armor no longer shiny– a discarded toy. Dark eyes never leaving them as they pulls the blade out of their opponent’s chest.

They have to yank once, twice, three times, before the blade comes loose.

Whumpee sobs into the sand. They imagine they’re tasting blood and not just sand. Sand, inside them. Scratchy and insistent and so, so painful.

They dig into it, hands forming fists as they pummel the arena floor.

“Whumpee.”

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry–

“Whumpee.” Someone wraps an arm around them. And they becomes aware of leather and rough clothing. Short hair and a scarred nose. Green eyes. Not dark ones.

It’s the older gladiator– from earlier. The one who warned them. Who tried to warn them.

Whumpee waits for the I-told-you-so lecture to begin. They wipe at their face, wet tracks betraying their tears. Sand now sticks to their face where they brushed at it.

“I– I wasn’t crying.” Of all the things to say, a lie is the one that they spit out.

The gladiator says nothing to this. She takes one of Whumpee’s hands into her own and wipes away the sand, ghosting over the split knuckles. “It doesn’t get better.” Her voice is as rough as her textured clothing.

Whumpee’s breathing picks up. No, it wouldn’t get better, would it? So then why does it feel like another blow? One that leaves them gasping for air– they can’t breathe– can’t do this– can’t breathe–

The gladiator’s voice drags on, scratchy but steady. She traces circles on Whumpee’s back. “Just one breath, c’mon, pull it together. I know it’s in you.”

Whumpee shudders and coughs violently, but they’re breathing again. They turns and bury their face into the gladiator’s shoulder.

They’re choking on sand and tears. “Please– please–” They don’t know what they’re begging for. For the nightmare to stop? A chance to go home? They don’t know.

The words, like their scream, die out.

The gladiator freezes, expression unreadable, but after a moment, wraps both arms around Whumpee in a small hug. Her words are awkward and slow but to Whumpee, they mean everything.

The tears, too, die out. The gladiator’s awkward hug is the first bit of comfort they’ve had since home–

Home is halfway across the continent.

Something inside them snaps.

They sit up, pulling away from the green-eyed gladiator. Whumpee nods, shakily, their resolve strengthening. Never again do they want to be left sobbing in the arena.

“It won’t happen again,” says Whumpee and their voice does not shake.

The gladiator stands, brushing the sand off her clothes and extends a hand. “Your stance was sloppy. Back in the arena.”

Whumpee takes the gladiator’s calloused hand. “I’ll get better.”

“You will have to.”

#whump drabble #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump scenario #gladiator whump #cw character death #cw animal death #cw forced to kill #cw gun mention #i think that’s all #lemme know if i missed any #and if i should add any tags

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mrsmiagreer · 8 months

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The slight discourse about race hc’s in the community has made me wanna put all my hc races of my favorite boys and their listeners

Warning!! I am black myself and these are just descriptions of what I see in my head based off of how the voices sound and what other people’s hc have made me see

David is white. He’s born tan though, Him and his dad are both on the darker side of white.

Angel is half white half black. So they’re fairly lightskinned.

Asher might be white and hispanic. I could see him whining “¿Por Que Mamiii?” whe his mom tells him to do something.

Baabe is black. Like big Afro and dark skin black.

Milo is black and Italian (And Irish). Colm is Italian so his skin is fairly light and his hair is really just fluffy and straight. Marie is a cute 5’0 darkskinned mama with 4a hair. So Milo is a good shade darker than caramel macchiato and his hair isn’t super thick, but instead super curly (when it gets wet it turns really straight and slick)

Sweetheart is black and mexican. They’re darker than angel but lighter than Milo. Their hair can get really thick when it’s dry but their curls loosen a lot when their hair is wet.

Sam is around the same shade as david, maybe a little lighter. I think that Sam’s parents were also on the darker side of caucasian and I’m a strong believer that Sam LOOOOVED the sun while he was a human. Being a vampire just turned him pale because of the whole sun thing.

Darlin’ is darkskinned. A good percent of their family from both mom and dad’s side is from Georgia. Big Hair, much like Baaabe’s but down their back.

Gavin is….I cant decide if i want him to be a hot pink-ish guy or if i want him to be a darkskin guy with dreads. (Demons do come in all sorts of colors shapes forms and sizes so it could work either way)

FL is my shade. Just african american. Super curly hair and always keeps their hair in a back puff so it’s out of their face. Around this color

Damien is white and japanese. I just know his skin is flawless. Hair grows ridiculously fast.

Huxley is either Samoan & white or black. Now there’s a few possibilities for Hux…

He has a buzz cut so that when he lays on the ground he can be “Closer to Earth”

If not a buzzer, it’s the most luscious curly/wavy and bouncy hair LITERALLY EVER.

If he’s black, he used to cut his hair off a lot because his hair got annoying to tame but decided to loc it up because he thinks locs are “sick”

Lasko is just white in my head. Brown fluffy hair and freckles white.

Guy is kinda tan white. Not as near as dark as David but a little darker than Lasko. I actually think Guy’s hair is kinda curly (it’s a pain to put that hair net on)

Honey is just white. I would say spicy white but they’re more like “black washed white” like “Grew up in the hood” white.

Blake is super white. Greenish blue eyes, black straight fluffy hair.

Bestie is black. A little heat damage because high school’s beauty standard is destructive, but very curly hair down to their shoulders.

Avior…I wanna say he’s grey. This pretty shade of grey that makes him look a little off white, but his hair and features fit his skin so well. He’s just a glittery guy.

Starlight is African american too. Really just like Bestie but with longer hair.

Vincent is sooooo white. I mean obviously bc of the vampire thing. But no fr he’s basically the color white. Black hair though.

Lovely is ALSO pretty white. Dark brown long straight hair and literally turns THEE color red when you embarrass them.

#Lemme know if i missed any #Or if there’s any that you wanna hear about #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #mia makes a statement

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dogt-eeth · 9 months

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[Image ID: A photo of a large grasshopper on a door. End ID.]

Is this a Bed Buge

#cw insect #insect #insects #cw insects #ask to tag #cw bug #bug #bugs #cw bugs #SORRY a lot of tags ik #i wanna b as careful as possible ok #lemme know if i missed any

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pixelddump · 2 years

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Hi cutie! In the plant post, may I ask wcif all the statues and the candlethingy?

Hello lovely, here you go:

mannequin (came with this lot, it’s called vintage mannequin)

female statue

male statue (base game)

chicken statue (cottage living)

candle

polar bears (called bear trinket)

#wcif #lemme know if i missed any

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 2 years

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The Black Diaspora when the kpop groups start appropriating our cultures again:

#the tags bout to be long #kpop #black diaspora #black girls of tumblr #kpop memes #jay park #blackpink lisa #lemme know if i missed any #cus like I said the tags about to be long #jessi #cocaNbutter #black culture #cultural appropriation #culture vultures

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asexualbert · 2 years

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Sooooo...

This one's getting long.

Have part 2 of this, which is apparently going to have at least three parts. (This is probably the longest one though)

Anyway, I'm sorry Jason...

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Jason's body was on fire.

He didn't remember waking up.

Certainly, he had at some point, he was awake now after all, but it was as if he'd just clued in halfway through. As if his brain was too busy trying to process everything else that it had just... forgotten to let him know.

All he knew for sure was that it hurt.

Everything hurt so much.

He might have been crying, he couldn't really tell. Everything was so blurry and faraway, he couldn't focus. There was something running down his face though, he was pretty sure. Probably tears. Though maybe it was blood; there was something wet running down his back and somewhere around his hands too. That probably wasn't tears so he must be bleeding.

He shouldn't be bleeding.

The panic incited by that thought broke through the haze for just long enough to process it.

He wasn't there anymore. He'd escaped. He'd been saved. Why did everything hurt so much? And where was everyone? Shouldn't they be here? Making it better?Bruce had said he would take care of him. He always took care of him. He promised.

Why wasn't he here?

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It took herculean effort to pry his eyes open, he hadn't noticed before that he'd been squeezing them shut so hard, only to slam them closed again to block out the stabbing light as another wave of pain rushed through every part of him all at once.

Eyes closed then. He could... He could work with that.

Another wave of tears seemed to be rushing up, spilling down his face as he tried to breathe slowly enough to think through the pain.

His mouth tasted like blood and he swallowed thickly, burning his sore throat. Had he been yelling at some point?

That didn't matter now, as he carefully took another shaking deep breath, plucking up the courage to move enough to prod at his back. As soon as he'd composed himself as much as he thought possible, he picked up his left arm

And screamed.

All outside awareness was gone in an instant as a stabbing, burning, exploding pain shot from his deltoid all throughout the rest of his body. He writhed and it only made everything so much worse as burning, screaming muscles shifted.

It felt like he had barbed hatchets buried in his upper back, stabbing deep into him as they shifted with his movement. From somewhere around his tailbone there was shooting pain being sent down his legs and all throughout his waist, like he was being electrocuted and impaled all at once.

Somewhere at the edge of his consciousness, he noticed his arm drop back down and, as his fingers hit surface, another agonized scream ripped through him. There was more blood in his mouth now. He had half noticed biting his tongue, though it felt more like a steak knife being driven through it.

There was no part of him that didn't feel like it was on fire. Filled with knives. Exploding from the inside out.

He was dying. He was sure of it.

Maybe it was for the best, if only everything would just stop hurting.

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There were hands touching him. Poking and prodding and moving him around.

He couldn't think of any reason to stifle his sobs as the hands aggravated the burning.

He didn't think he had the energy to anyway.

He couldn't understand why they were hurting him. Shouldn't they be stopping when it hurt? There was someone who would have. Someone he should have been with right now. Someone who took care of him...

He couldn't remember who.

One of the hands touched part of his back, he couldn't place what, and moved it.

He was screaming again.

His throat felt like sand and his back felt like white hot flames. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He could move, couldn't stop moving and it made everything else hurt too, but none as back as his back.

He was on fire. He was frozen. He was dying.

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The experiment was progressing brilliantly.

The subject had taken to the procedure better than any before it and it seemed, at this rate, highly likely to be their first true success.

They'd resumed sedation after the subject had fallen unconscious again. It would need its rest and its violent thrashing wouldn't lend well to the healthy development of its new features.

Between the disaster in which they'd found it and the medical work to get it into shape enough to handle the procedure, they'd put far too much work in over the last four months to risk it causing undue damage in its panic. They would release the sedation again once its limbs were developed enough to handle more movement.

For now, they'd leave it to its rest. They had new observations to report and, with such an optimistic outlook, they'd need to begin sorting out an enclosure for the creature.

#So uh... yeah #he's not having a good time #He's confused #jason todd #batfamily au #dragon au #batman #and here's the tags for the Stuff™#lemme know if I missed any #tortue #body horror #i think #blood #human experimentation #memory loss #sedation #pain

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tdoompoet · 2 years

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The lovely @Mercy_Run has been so kind as to allow me to commission a multi-chapter SpicyKustard fic: 'Untamed Sentiment'!

[CW: ABO, 18+, monster racism, size difference, future preg]

Summary:

When Queen Toriel had announced unexpected guests, Sans hadn't realized just how unanticipated the monsters truly were. The skeleton knew they were an anomaly, rougher versions of himself and his brother. What he hadn't expected was both of them to be Alphas. To top it all off, Edge and Red seem to be very interested in courting him, a rare Omega.

Welp, this was going to be a fascinating experience. It's not like Sans wasn't already keeping an eye on the tentative peace Frisk was brokering with the humans. Sans would entertain the odd notion. It's not like anything could come out of it, right?

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Because so much of them are covered in the full image, here's a clear shot of just the Fell bros

#undertale #undertale au #underfell #abo dynamics #kustard #spicykustard #sans #ufsans #I don't understand tags #Lemme know if I missed any

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thatonekimgirl · 18 days

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Everyone: Penelope’s gonna get married thanks to your help!

Colin:

#the OG twitter post that inspired this made me laugh #am i missing any moments where other folks comment on his help? if i am lemme know #bridgertonedit #bridgerton #polin #polinedit #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #mine #colin|penelope #k plus #1k

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slttygeto · 10 months

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YOU SAY IT’S BIG, BUT YOU TAKE IT — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ content warning: pwp, riding, fem!reader, suguru has a big dick<3, reader struggles to ride him at first, he’s sweet and patient, big dick suguru once again<3, hint of a size kink, spanking, very light nipple play.

જ⁀➴ note: consider this an apology for the gut wrenching angst i posted yesterday. it’s 2am rn and i should be asleep but instead im feeding u guys this v self indulgent smut. enjoy<3

suguru loves when you suggest to ride him. you look eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumb over them. his free hand reaches for your ass cheek and kneads the skin before slapping it, and there’s a smile on his face when he sees you jolt in surprise.

taking suguru’s dick was a challenge in itself, he always prepped you with his thick fingers and made sure you were a weeping mess before getting to fuck your brains out. but tonight, you were feeling especially confident. despite his cock sitting on his stomach heavy and leaking pre-cum, the sheer size of it didn’t intimidate you. you can take it.

“think you can take it?” his voice sounds playful, and the grin plastered on his face makes your cheeks flush. the way he was staring at you made your heart skip a beat. so full of love and adoration, as though he wasn’t splitting you open on his cock a few moments ago.

but his loving stare doesn’t last long. both of his hands rest on your ass, and they deliver a harsh smack to the skin which makes you jolt forward. suguru captures one of your breasts in his mouth, and you sigh out when his tongue glides over your hardened nipple. he pulls away with a hum, a string of saliva attached to his lips and your thumb wipes it off.

“c’mon pretty girl, show me what you can do.” the praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. your hand reaches down to grab his cock, and your thighs shake a little as you stand up straight to position the tip of him against your folds.

you quietly hiss when the tip goes past your folds, the intrusion a little painful. suguru takes notice of your struggle and presses a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.

“there you go—easy, eaaasy,” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. you don’t notice how his eyes are blown out with lust at the sight of you trying to take his cock, his heart fluttering in his chest because fuck—his dick was big for you, but you were giving it your whole mainly for his pleasure.

and when you finally manage to get the rest of him inside you, suguru is almost sure he just saw heaven. his head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. you gasp at the same time, your pussy clenching hard around his cock that he hisses and grips your ass.

“shit— baby, you gotta move.” he sounds out of breath, his forehead is sweaty and the dark strands of his hair are sticking to the flushed skin of his face. he looks absolutely mesmerizing, that your pussy flutters again at the sight.

“fuck—“ you listen to him and lift up your hips, before slamming your ass back down. you repeat the same movement a couple of times, but each time is a little more intense as suguru grabs your face and forces you to keep your eyes on him.

he is manspreading on the couch and you ride him within an inch of your life, the fucked out look on both of your faces looks straight up pornographic. your moans are short but loud, eyebrows furrowed in concentration when you see the way his eyes start to unfocus.

you were fucking geto suguru stupid on your couch.

you lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a little when your lips meet his neck. you think you can bring him to an orgasm first, you’re almost convinced that he was about to let go.

until his hands grip your waist, and you pull away from his neck to stare at him. one of his hands rests on the back of your head and pushes it down so that your foreheads meet, and while you’re a panting mess, suguru still manages to mutter a few words.

“eyes on me, yeah?“ you don’t respond immediately. you can’t, because he plants his feet on the ground and starts to thrust up into you at a brutal pace. you are grateful that his arm was holding you in place, otherwise you would’ve lost complete balance on his lap.

the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot over and over again, and suguru watches as your eyes gloss over with tears and your pretty lips purse—you are so close, suguru felt a sense of pride to be able to make you look this fucked out.

it only takes him a couple of thrusts before you are cumming around him with a loud cry, your body shuddering and shaking against him like a leaf. you moan as you come down from your orgasm, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you completely melt on him. you let him fuck into you for a few more seconds before he’s emptying himself inside you with a loud grunt.

your bodies are sweaty and sticky, but you still manage to kiss each other when you finally catch your breath. the kiss is sweet and you giggle as you pull away.

“that was good.” you say, wiggling a little on suguru’s lap until he hisses and lightly smacks your ass.

“behave.” his tone is playful, and his rubs soothing circles on the skin of your bottom. “but yeah, it was so good.”

↴⤷✮ i am so normal about him.

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shepscapades · 6 months

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49. Moon Waltz - Piano Version — Cojum Dip

Tuna, i don't know HOW you picked this song but it's literally one of the most heart wrenching things on dbhc Tango's playlist so. congratulations. i think <3 I think I said ages ago in some tags that Tango was about to get the dbhc Etho Angst treatment, and i got very quickly distracted/consumed by Destruction and Doc/Xisuma related Angst, but boy oh boy am i glad i get to finally hit on a little bit of this poor man's trauma LDFKJGDFG

I'l try to keep this brief but. I'm insane enough about the hermitcraft season 8 finale as is, and even more than that i'm crazy enough about Tango's hermitcraft season 8 finale, and then on top of all that, you're telling me a jaded, bitter android whose characterizing moments of anger and failure are carried on his sleeve is the same android who tried to be the hero and save his friends, only to let an oversight be the reason he not only fails, but destroys his body in the process???? ?? ? A machine who isn't supposed to make oversight mistakes???? A machine who somehow let a rabbit be the reason he failed ? ? ??? I dont know what you expected from me other than to be extremely unwell about him and this whole arc in general

The base version of this song is just as good, but something about the piano version gets the vibes just right for these scenes... Something about the waltz-style cheeriness of the vocals contrasting to how horrific the lyrics and situation actually are. Idk man i'm fine don't look at me

#dbhc #dbhc tango #tangotek #hermitcraft #hermitcraft dbh au #hermitcraft s8 finale #moon big #hermitcraft season 8 #hc season 8 #hermitcraft s8 #tango #art escapades #HRAGHARHGHARGH i promise i dont have a million drawings for every song <said yknow like a liar #tw death #tw vast #tw blood #tw technogore #lemme know if i missed any content warnings!#i'm literally so not okay about him. and this snowballed okay.#fun composition turned into “oh let me do some studies so i know what i'm drawing” turned into dramatically lit pieces with full lighting #yes the red is purposeful. dont look at me #my last crazy person rambling thought:#i like that it's unclear if the concept of being 'alive' is 'wrong' is because he's dying #or if it's because he never considered himself alive in a human sense in the first place #i just think. an android who's build for thermo regulation and resisting heat and explosions.#dying to an explosion that split his already-broken shell. making it wayyy too cold #is the most ironic freaking way to slowly loose power. trying to regulate the heat in his body because space is so cold and hes not #built for that.#dbhc music #dbhc art

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