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dannyuta · 2 days
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9-1-1 | 4x13: Suspicion
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mistress-light · 14 hours
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Starship Troopers (1997) • Dir. Paul Verhoeven 
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allelitewrestlings · 2 days
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Bryan Danielson AEW Collision • Apr. 20, 2024
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animepopheart · 11 hours
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★ 【Kiko.L】 「 Yor Forger 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky
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hiddenvioletsgrow · 3 days
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AoS writers understood that we love a woman who's feral, lethal, and bloody
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mur-art · 3 days
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I heard Taylor Swift wrote a song about Florida? And it’s perfectly unhinged, just like our fav?
Yep.
Anyway, I had to.
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terry-perry · 1 day
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Hi there! I saw you were looking to do Alastor requests, and I have a…spicier one in mind.
So the scenario I was hoping for, if you are comfortable with it is consensual cannibalism. The Reader (female) has an advanced regenerative and healing ability and is also a masochist.
So after the Extermination, Reader helps Alastor heal and also offers her flesh to him. Things go from there. Maybe some aftercare at the end, too?
It's not exactly smut, but some crazy, kinky, bloody stuff is involved!
TRIGGER WARNING!
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Y/N was the one who found him in his radio tower, muttering and wincing to himself. She'd been the only one who searched for him after the battle. His disappearance from it was so sudden that she had her suspicions. Finding her friend in such a state was heartwrenching, especially since he always seemed so composed. Now he appeared so broken, fragile, wounded.
She approached him with caution. He was her friend, but an infamous demon, forced into a corner by the First Man too. Like dealing with many beasts, it was best to proceed with caution.
"Alastor?" She called out to him slowly.
His head snapped up upon hearing her. His dark eyes narrowed to get a better look at her. After doing so, his strained smile came with a snarl. "I do not want you to see me in such a state..."
"We've all taken a beating today Alastor," she said, walking over to him in a still careful manner. Slowly she knelt before his curled up figure on the floor. "You were smart to leave when you did. Gave you time to heal."
"Well, as you can see..." he took his hand away from his chest, which spewed out some blood that darkened his already red attire. "I may need a little more time."
She saw the way the blood covered his chest like splattered paint. He certainly took a beating after fighting hard. She was at least happy the wound was wide yet shallow. What she hated was noticing the way he attempted to reach out to her but grimaced in pain while doing so. She found it so awful to see him like this that it made her act on impulse.
Alastor didn't have time to protest as she already had her hand over his injury. He watched how she concentrated on it, how her hand suddenly had a golden light under it as his chest felt very warm then cool. Once she let go, he saw he was as good as new! No blood or anything!
"You're welcome!" She chirped, making an effort to break the tense silence.
It didn't help since before she knew it, he was throwing himself on top of her. He looked down at her, pinning her to the floor. He looked wild and savage as his eyes changed into those notorious radio dials and his sardonic grin had blood leaking out from its corners.
"I don't recall asking for your help, my dear," he growled. "You know better than to make the Radio Demon owe you his life!"
She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of Alastor's threats. They'd always been rather close and respected one another. Yet she forgot two important things about him:
He despised being on someone's hook.
And he always needed to be in control.
He already lost his sense of control in the battle when fighting Adam. His microphone was split in two, and he'd been no better. Now that she saw him in bad shape and offered him assistance in healing, he needed to find a way to regain power - to show he still could intimidate.
She was terrified...but also excited.
She doesn't know why it excited her. It might've had something to do with the fact she was hell-born and had no real experience with pain or death. It didn't help that she was born with regenerative healing abilities that helped her survive every scuffle she'd find herself in. Whatever the reason, the way Alastor bent over her gave her pleasant tingles.
She knew he didn't desire sexual depravity the way others down there did, but he did have other carnal urges that could benefit them both.
"Hurt me then Alastor," she said, growing bold with a coy smirk. "Give me all the anger you have. Take it out on my flesh."
There are some things people just don't expect. Even in Hell, surprises can come. For a demon like Alastor, he took pride in how little can shock him, humble him. Yet he's recently realized he's not in as much control as he claimed to be. He's been beaten, insulted, taken hold of. A new sense of purpose was required. A way to show power again.
But this?
"I know you want to," she hissed up at him. "You want to devour me. Go ahead! At least you'll be good at that!"
She knew that did the trick since he returned to his malicious state. His large, sharp-tooth grin opened into a gaping maw that attacked her. She let out a cry as he bit down hard on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around his waist while his teeth pierced her so fiercely that she could practically feel his gums on her skin. She pushed him further by grabbing a hold of his hair as she moaned so desperately. He held her so tightly that her cries grew strenuous.
She loved every second of it, especially when he managed to tear off some of her flesh.
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With a snap of his finger, Alastor conjured up a small flame that helped her with her cigarette. She inhaled, released a puff of smoke, and relaxed after their little escapade. They remained on the floor of his radio tower, now snuggled up together. He looked over her body, his claws tracing the marks he left behind before they disappeared.
It was just what he needed for the time being to satiate his hunger. Full freedom was still far from his grasp, but he at least found a way to play with his needs. Thanks to her, his burning yearnings were temporarily fulfilled.
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thewastes-clangen · 2 days
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New guy! New guy alert! Palebrush was so fun to design, he's just a dude!
Also, the bird featured here and in the last issue is a Mourning Dove! Totally not symbolic at all!
Palebrush ref under the cut!
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Palebrush-A short-furred light brown tabby tom with cyan eyes.
He/Him;24 moons;Adventurous/Good Fighter/Fast Runner
AA (susceptible non-carrier);CHA:15,INS:9
Palebrush lived as a loner since he was a kit, and was pretty good at it too. Even when the infection started spreading and cats started being less than welcoming, he was able to scrape out a living and survive. However, that was until a monster struck him while crossing a thunderpath. He lay injured for two days before a Plagueclan patrol found him and brought him back to camp for treatment.
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ghosterain · 2 days
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Im sorry railao nation, hes just silly I swear (he didnt mean to kill raiden *stares at the three different knives*)
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dommnics · 5 hours
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Here is a follow up to my previous book!Carrie designs. I tried to stick closely with the book descriptions, especially for Margaret, but some of the characters were left to my imagination. I was heavily influenced by the 2002 adaptation of Sue, as she's by far my favourite interpretation of that character.
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Check out more of my work on other platforms!
My Instagram -- My Twitter
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likeabruise-zine · 1 day
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One week left!!!! Applications close on April 29th at 10 p.m. EST!
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ph0bianf · 23 hours
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Waha i love rabbit/hare cdream guys.. drops this here
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allelitewrestlings · 2 days
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avida-heidia-5 · 1 day
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TW: Blood!
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I’ve been obsessing over this fanfic series I stumbled across recently called Sanctuary by pumpkinning / @sunshinesebby.
For those who don’t know, it’s a Sebchal folk horror romance AU that involves magic, necromancy, gore, death, sexual tension, pining, bondage, and horror elements and themes that’ll send shivers down your spine.
If you like that sort of thing, I highly recommend giving it a read! It’s sooo goooood!!!!! 😍😍😍😍
More sketches to come! 😊
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kit-williams · 1 day
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I was accosted by brain worms and now so too must you suffer alongside me with the stream of consciousness bullshit. So Blood Angels are an artistic sort and we know Sirus has a poetic streak in him but what about visual art I wonder. Would he try and depict the beauty of blood dripping down his Moonlight’s listless body with a brush or a pen? Would he trace words of endless devotion onto her skin with his fingers as he drank from her or would he smear her blood against canvas because no shade of paint could ever compare to the real thing? When he indulges in his sweet Moonlight does he revel in the memories woven through his mind from her open veins? Do they guide his hands as he tries to give his beloved pleasure in return for the paradise she gifts him? Is there any masterpiece finer than her splayed beneath him painted in candlelight, hazy with desire and dotted with bloody kiss marks?
Do with these ideas what you will, friend, go nuts! Be raunchy be romantic, whatever your heart desires, the choice is yours~
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tw: yandere, blood (I mean its a blood angel)
Sirus was an artist like all Blood Angels and his brothers had grown concerned as his art was depicting more and more his desire... this desire for blood. His Moonlight was in every canvas... always wearing something red and something around her neck. He tried painting her nude... and he painted her with bite marks... in the throws of passions embrace but there was something missing.
Sirus smeared the crimson liquid across the canvas as he smiled deliriously as crimson coated his mouth and was running down his neck as his fangs no longer itched. But he was struck with how sweet her blood was... how wonderful his Moonlight was to him even if she had tried to run.
She whimpered weakly on the bed as she was so weak from blood loss... Sirus also fucking her to the Throne and back did not help either but she wasn't really able to complain as cum oozed out of her sex as Sirus was busy painting with her blood. She forced herself to her legs as they felt like a newborn animals legs and the world spun.
She ignored the manic way Sirus was hopping between several canvas' as he smeared her blood on them finishing his art piece. Her hand moved toward the door controls but the world tilted hard on its axis that she fell just before she could get to it.
"Moonlight~♥" He trills as his eyes look like they are glowing as he finishes smearing a large painting of her with blood. "You shouldn't be out of bed beloved." She laid there just focused on breathing as her Blood Angel pulled her away from her freedom for the night leaving her in his tender mercies as he used his tongue to clean her skin.
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inkypoppy · 17 hours
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CW gore
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He's already rotting
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