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[marleyybluu]

You and rio bring too loud and the kids having an idea what y’all are doing

Thin Walls

Rio Martinez x black!fem!reader

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, smut, not so sneaky sex, oral f!receiving, cussing, p in v sex, creampie bcus i have a problem, use of 'daddy', use of y/n, shitty ending cus i ran out of things to say.

"Mmm, you always starting shit." Y/n groaned as her husband kissed down her neck, his warm arms wrapped around her waist as she washed the dishes. "Come on baby, just a little quick one."

Yn giggled as he nibbled on her earlobe, his sneaky hands running up her shirt. It had been a while since they had any alone time and if she was honest, it felt like she was constantly throbbing with every touch he gave her, even a simple wink made her want to jump him. How could she not? Rio was so fine, well-tatted, he treated her like the most precious diamond in the world and when he put it down on her he made sure she could barely speak after.

It's not like they didn't have the time for it, but there was always-

"Mommy!"

-little interruptions.

Rio kissed his teeth and chuckled getting off of her as tiny footsteps came closer to their environment. Their thirteen-year-old son Marcus and their nine-year-old son Marcello came with poked-out bottom lips. "Can we have a snack please?"

"Why don't you ever call for your father huh? Y'all only call him to play ball or video games." She was joking, if the boys needed her for anything they could always rely on her and they knew that but sometimes it'd be nice for them to holler for their father more often. "He doesn't make good snacks." Marcus scolded. Rio scoffed throwing a plastic cup that she just washed at him, she kissed her teeth and glared at her husband, sometimes it felt like she had three kids instead of two.

Rio searched the pantry for some goodies, he tossed a bag of Cheetos on the counter and told them to snack on those. They groaned but grabbed the bag and went back to their activities upstairs. "Easy peasy," His hands found their way back to her skin. "Now where were we?"

Yn ignored him, well tried at least, but her body's response was a dead giveaway. She inhaled sharply as his teeth playfully grazed across her shoulder blade, he squatted down behind her— he smirked lifting her little skirt that she may or may not have worn on purpose. She sighed when his teeth sunk into her cheeks, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to leave a faint outline. Yn leaned forward giving him further access to her pussy, he moaned at the prettiest sight in front of him.

His tongue danced between her glistening slit, she quietly gasped at the quick contact. "I'll fuck you right here if you want it." He teased. She didn't want to say it, every time she begged for him she sounded like a desperate little bitch. And maybe she was.

"Rio..." She whined pushing back, he spanked her. "I wanna hear it."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fu-"

BOOM! A loud thud disrupted their moment and a faint argument started upstairs. Both parents let out a frustrated sound. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Rio cursed. Yn snickered. "That sounds like a problem for Dad."

He put her skirt back down and pressed a quick kiss against her neck. "I'm not done with you mama, trust me."

Those words lingered in her atmosphere long after he'd left, she was wondering if it was too late to call someone to watch the boys so she could get some time with her husband but they had school tomorrow, what was one more day before the weekend?

The day felt like it was passing so slowly, the couple shot little looks at each other and small touches as they passed by. The boys did their homework, ate dinner, showered and were now downstairs playing video games until their bedtime. Rio found this to be the perfect opportunity to resume his actions from earlier. He double-checked to make sure they had their headphones on which they did. Rio snuck upstairs peeping through every room until he found his wife right where he wanted her.

Yn was minding her business with her towel wrapped around her tits, she was fresh out of the shower and going through her skincare routine. Rio slid inside the room gently closing the door and locking it. The tick of the lock made the hairs on her neck stand at attention. "Hey baby," He smiled walking over to her. "Hi..." She responded curiously watching him remove his shirt and toss it on the floor. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged loosening his belt, his hands coming into contact with her soft skin. "I can't just sneak up on my lady once in a while?" His warm arms held her waist as she applied her serum. "You can." She quirked an eyebrow, "You look suspicious, what'd you break?"

He sucked his teeth. "I'm trynna break you." She blushed pushing back against him. "The boys are downstairs," She reminded. Rio shook his head and pressed his lips to the column of her neck, and moved up until he got to the back of her ear, whispering. "You don't miss me?"

Her eyes fluttered as she felt her towel loosening, "I do." She mewled, "They're playing video games," He explained delivering another smooch, "Headphones are on," His sneaky nimble fingers danced against her thigh. "They won't hear shit."

Before she could respond his hands left her body, she whined yearning for them to return to their places. She watched through the mirror as Rio, who was now stripped to his boxers, made himself comfortable on the bed, she was fighting the urge all she could but it'd been so long. She turned to see his eyes glued to her, waiting for her to make her decision.

One round wouldn't hurt.

His eyes flashed with joy as the towel hit the floor, her pretty naked body presented in front of him, he licked his lips darting his eyes to the various tattoos that soaked into her coffee-coloured skin. He nodded for her to come over and she giggled skipping over to him. The bed dipped under her weight, she straddled him, his hands resting on her thighs. "I swear when them boys leave this weekend..."

Her hands lay flat beside his head as she came in closer, plump and glossy lips dangerously close to him. "What's gonna happen, baby?" She teased flicking her tongue against his pouty bottom lip. "I'll fuck you all over this house girl, stop playin' with me." She squealed after receiving a hard slap on her ass. Y/n leaned down pressing their lips together, tongue tangling in a sweet dance, she moaned as his hands travelled down the side of her thighs pulling her forward to sit right on top of the tent in his boxers. 

Her clit twitched feeling the material brush against it. "Fuck, maybe we should wait." His lips moved down the column of her neck and down to her chest. "You sure?" He teased, the way she was not-so-subtly grinding against his erection, gave him a whole different answer. "No." She whimpered. Their bodies tussled as they switched positions, Rio sat back on his knees pulling down his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard dick, so pretty and begging to be sucked. 

"Later," He said as though reading her mind. He left smooches down the valley of her heavy breasts, taking one in his mouth, his hand doing the rest of the work in finding itself between her legs. His middle finger slid between her lips, she flinched, just one touch could spark her whole body up. He ran it back up her slit, joining his ring finger into the mix-- the pads of his fingers slowly toyed with her sensitive bud. She let out a deep sigh, "Baby, please," 

"Let me have my fun, don't worry about it." 

She groaned, she was impatient, and just because the boys had headphones on does not mean they couldn't just burst in. They were on a time crunch. He moved his mouth down to replace his fingers, his tongue now playing with her emotions, she bit her lip to suppress her moans but failed miserably once she felt those fingers return, stretching her out a bit. His fingers quickly became slick with her arousal, "Fuuuck," Her eyes closed as she just allowed the pleasure to encapsulate her body, her toes curled and nails scratching at his scalp. All she could manage was a consistent string of "Oh, yes." and "Fuck, fuck!" Him constantly reminding her about the boys as if that wasn't her main concern just a few seconds ago. 

She clenched around him once and he removed his digits and whined when he placed a gentle kiss on her clit. He went back to sitting on his knees, his fingers gliding against the smoothness of her inner thighs. She used that opportunity to try and nudge his boxers below his waist, he caught wind of what she was doing and immediately jolted her legs back. "Hm, maybe we should wait." He taunted. She whimpered.

"Hold your legs." He instructed, her hands resting in the crook behind her knee holding them apart giving him a full display of her pussy, he groaned pulling down his last piece of material. He tapped his sticky tip against her clit before sliding down her slit and pushing inside her heat. An almost pornographic moan left her throat, her own hand covering up her mouth to muffle another sound. He pulled back and slowly re-entered her warmth, shivers running up his skin. He could never get tired of this feeling. How cozy she felt, so tight and snug around his dick-- sticky and wet just for him. Y/n's shaky hand pressed against his belly button to hold him back from giving her too much. 

Rio smirked shaking his head. She was lucky he wanted to make this quick otherwise he'd pin her down. A string of whimpers was all he could hear, "Yes," Her head fell back, the pleasure creeping up her skin. He leaned down resting his head in the curve of her neck and shoulder, lips finding their way to her hot skin. The dip at the base of her throat glistened with sweat. "Ohhh, Christopher." 

"You feel good baby?" 

She gripped his bicep. "So good, so fucking good."

Her eyes rolled back, her nails scratching his skin leaving numerous red trails. His name flowed like a river out of her mouth, her back arched pressing their chests together, and her walls convulsed around him. His hands went under her back and she wrapped her arms around her neck while he showered her in more affection. She was receiving an overwhelming sense of pleasure that she didn't want to stop, his tip was ramming into her soft spot she was dripping down his dick, her juices even running down his balls. Tears brimmed her lower lashes, she was getting close. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum on this dick, don't hold out on me." He growled.

Y/n felt her eyes cross and her mouth open but no words left only her panting which in itself was enough to send Rio over. His thrusts becoming sloppier she knew he was just as close as she was. "Y/n, oooh I'm cummin' baby." His voice was raspy, and his body heat increased. "Nut in me, please." 

Her toes curled as she leaked onto him, her walls quickly tightening around him and her body falling almost limp. She gasped feeling his cream ooze inside of her and quietly giggled at their mess. 

Of course, he'd get her messy after she just came out of the shower. He leaned down giving her a quick kiss before pulling out. Y/n slowly sat up and looked over at him. "I just got clean you know." 

He shrugged and chuckled at the fake irritation in her eyes. Her naked body slipped out of bed and wandered to their shared bathroom, she reached her hand out for him. He did not hesitate to chase her inside the shower. 

-

The next morning was off to a late start, Y/n rushed downstairs searching for something to make for the boys' lunch which she usually did the night before but obviously got distracted and forgot to do it. She ran her hands over her face in frustration as she instead searched for her purse so she could at least give them money for lunch. 

"Good... morning." Marcus greeted side-eyeing his mother as he walked around the other side of the kitchen island. "Morning, sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" She was still a bit flushed about last night's events. "I don't know." 

She scrunched up her face. "You don't know. Okay. Well, what do you want for break-" 

"We had breakfast already, I'm just waiting for Celly so that we can go." He answered quickly continuing to avoid eye contact with her. Her eyebrows squeezed together leaving a small dimple in her forehead that she often got when she was confused. "You're not going to say bye to your dad?" 

He snickered and shook his head. "Okay, Marcus Emilio Martinez, what is going on this morning? Why won't you look at me? And what was so funny about what I just said?" 

Marcus exhaled dramatically and finally looked over at his mom but cringed when he did so. "Don't you mean to call him, Daddy?" 

Y/n clutched her imaginary pearls, fuck sake-- they heard them. She buried her head in her hands, her shoulders bounced as she awkwardly laughed about what was being discussed so early in the day. "Marcus..." 

"Marcello doesn't know anything, he fell asleep in the middle of the game, I carried him upstairs and heard... some things." 

"Fuck..." She mumbled. "Heard that a lot too." 

Y/n was utterly embarrassed, she just scarred her kid for the rest of his life. She beat herself up for falling into that trap, she tried her best to be quiet. "Marcus, I am so sorry-" 

"I don't want to talk about it, I'll take Marcello and we'll catch the bus today." 

On cue, her youngest walked in. "Morning Mommy,"

"Morning, honey. Sorry, I didn't make it down on time for breakfast." 

"It's okay," He shrugged flashing his almost toothless smile. Oh the innocence of that boy, naive to all that had transpired between last night and this morning. Marcus checked his watch and urged his little sibling to grab his bag. She bent down pressing a kiss to his head, it was Marcus' turn but he inched back a bit. "I'll give it twenty-four hours." He laughed, and he hugged her as a replacement.

She handed him a bit of cash, enough for himself and his brother and he headed out the door. Y/n sighed, she turned around to see Rio finally entering the kitchen. "Mornin', pretty girl." 

She crossed her arms poking her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "What?"

She grabbed a nearby towel and chucked it at him. "Marcus heard us last night, I told you we should've waited until this weekend." 

Rio found it amusing really, he laughed and shook his head. "This was a team effort mama, you didn't want to wait either."

"Don't pin it on me too." She pouted, he snuck up behind her encasing her in his arms his lips returning to her neck as if they weren't on her all night. "Well, I mean... they're not home now."

She gently elbowed him in the stomach. "Become familiar with your right hand."

"Come on, really?"

"Yep." 

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

I still have no idea what Rio's last name is (If he even has one in the show I dont remember) so I'm just gonna use Martinez from now on.... I think it suits him. Peace and love

tags: @skyesthebomb @rio-reid-whoreee

(also tagging who I think would be interested): @darqchilddaydreamz

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[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

I found a somewhat disturbing study that was done by Kingson University about euthanizing autistic people in the Netherlands. I’ll the link to the article here if anyone wants to read the entire thing.

I’ll leave some excerpts below. View discretion is advised.

Several people with autism and intellectual disabilities have been legally euthanized in the Netherlands in recent years because they said they could not lead normal lives, researchers have found.

The cases included five people younger than 30 who cited autism as either the only reason or a major contributing factor for euthanasia, setting an uneasy precedent that some experts say stretches the limits of what the law originally intended.

In 2002, the Netherlands became the first country to allow doctors to kill patients at their request if they met strict requirements, including having an incurable illness causing “unbearable” physical or mental suffering.

Between 2012 and 2021, nearly 60,000 people were killed at their own request, according to the Dutch government’s euthanasia review committee. To show how the rules are being applied and interpreted, the committee has released documents related to more than 900 of those people, most of whom were older and had conditions including cancer, Parkinson’s and ALS.

#autism #actually autistic #tw euthanasia #cw euthanization #viewer discretion is advised #autism spectrum #kingson university study #netherlands #reblog if you wish

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

'Who am I to Complain?'

As part of my own contribution to this year's first day of Spring 2024, aka the in universe birthday of one Richard John Grayson-Wayne, the First Robin and the crime fighter known as Nightwing, I would like this opportunity finally....FINALLY...posting up for you all a fic that's been in my drafts for pretty much the better part of any entire year. Originally meant on being released last Christmas, various forms of delay, writer's block and other general distractions have prevented me from finally finishing such a project. Well finally after such anticipation at least on my end, I have managed creating a final form for this story I think can satisfy.

For very quick context, this story is a component of my long running idea proposing and lore building of my own version of the DC Comics Universe. In particular, it takes within the long storyline both @thattimdrakeguy and I have crafted for the better part of two years, the first part being involved within the hypothetical Nightwing solo book, 'Clipped Wings' and its follow up crossover with Detective Comics proper, "Blue Hawk Down'. For more information regarding the general summaries of events, check out the links here and here.

I shall like to dedicate this story to my mutuals and friends @adalineozie @meara-eldestofthemall @nightglider124 @faesystem @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @mothnem @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @sbd-laytall @theredheaded-stuff @celaenaeiln @starlightbelle @shootingstarssel @avaraydrake @pin-crusher2000 @sillymanwithocs @batboyblog @bluegarners @tarisilmarwen @orange-s-mario @altinyns-multimedia-museblog @katmaatui and so many others

Constructive Criticisms are Generally Welcome; Replies and Especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The Following May Contain Graphic Scenes of Violence, References to Sexual Assault and other themes not suitable for a Young Audience. Viewer Discretion is Heavily Advised

As per usual, All Rights and Copyrights to Characters and Concepts seen in this work are owned by DC Comics, Inc, a subsidiary of DC Entertaiment and Warner Bros. Discovery

With all that....Happy Birthday Dick Grayson....Here's my gift of Grade A angst for you

Sigh. Cough Cough

Look at yourself. Just Honest to God, Dick, just look at yourself.

Take a good look at those cuts, that blood all over your ugly as hell face, that blood pouring out of your stupid, big fat hole you call a mouth. You wanna know who’s Goddamn fault it was for all this? You wanna know who's responsible for you being more pathetic and a freak than you already are? Cough Cough

You.

Don’t try to deny it. Why should you? 

After all, you allowed this to happen to you, right? Not just with what happened tonight but over these last few weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Losing your home and failing to find out how despite insisting you paid for it. What will Kory Cough say now when she comes back and sees that home you wanted to allow her into isn’t even yours anymore? What kind of fiance are you to allow that? 

  Why stop there? Here you are, without any place to call a house, your face gushing and oozing red as it had been lately, broke, nobody likes you, not a single damn soul cares about you. You wanna know who’s fault it is? Yours. In fact, as you right now are flinging that bottle of peroxide into your ugly face and stinging from it as you deserve, how about we explore what even happened tonight that led to this, shall we? 

  I think I should…Cough

 Three Hours Earlier….

 BAM 

“Ack!” 

“Tell Us Goddamnit, You Blue Wearing Cunt!!” 

As if I would. How do I tell these bastards where the hell Bruce is if I wasn’t even able to speak to him for weeks by now? 

I know what you’re thinking, ‘but are you his…’

Stop right there right now. If you’re gonna pull that whole ‘you’re his son’  bullshit on me, for one thing, at the very most I was adopted, I ain’t his real kid. I never deserved being his real kid at all given who we are. Another thing too; if he were to come to my help, he would’ve done so about…God knows how many times by now lately. I would handle it anyways, what kind of person needs any sort of father or even friends when it was their own damn fault they wound up taking two  bullets to the hamstrings? 

Why yes, that’s what I’m going through and yes it was my Goddamn fault being this utterly stupid and an utter embarrassment with my training for getting caught by those sickos like I was. Now you are thinking, everyone has an off day and…

BAM BAM BAM BAM 

Crap! Two on the calves and two more on my hamstrings, I can tell. 

“Motherfucker….” Damn it all they weren’t supposed to hear that. Great, now they laugh at it. 

The hell’s wrong with me? There’s no time to let them know what’s going with my nerves acting up. 

“You know, guys” (Cough) Keep it in, Grayson! You got something to say these assholes need to hear Damnit! “ You’re getting absolutely nowhere right now. If I knew where Batman was, I still wouldn’t tell you. So what the hell makes you think I do then after an hour and…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Birdfreak!” 

BAM

A kick right to my face? Yeah, another in my long line of failures and that one was justified; I should’ve seen that one coming. Hey, compared to the bullet holes though, it’s nothing really. Besides why even be hurt by that when I have this lowlife staring directly at my ugly mug of a face right now? 

“You know him, more than us here! You have to know where he went! We got a sweet little gig here and I ain’t rushing to see that pointy eared son of a dick trying to ruin it! ‘Sides, you’re in our hands now, so you see; once we’re all done here one way or another, we can get that dough from the cops since they’re looking for you more than us! Now you tell us if he knows about this place and if he’s coming, will ya?! We ain’t got all night and I’m missing my game!” 

Sweet little gig? As in the child trafficking operation they got here right now? Some of those children right behind me behind a cage like animals, forced to see me pinned on my torso and face, taking crap in many ways from them? They call that ‘sweet’ in mine and their faces?! 

“You calling that a game? Selling kids to sexual slavery? I really hate to see what’ll be your idea for a movie if that’s what you.re saying” That quip, I couldn’t help, it was damn true and these creeps needed to hear that. It was about as much a fact as Bruce hates me right now and rightfully so. 

Yet all they do is laugh even harder than before. They’re really….really starting to get on my nerves. 

Their ringleader grins ever so much in my face. His disgusting and unbearable cigarette smoke billows in my face. “So what?”  

So what? So what?? Is that really your best retort to me? It’s unbelievable, just what kind of devils and evils dwell in this city. But it’s evil I hunt for every single night. No one around me sees what I have to or does what I do around these parts. Not Bruce, not Tim, not Kory, no Donna….no one. On that note,  no one should have to. Maybe it’s my failure to stop evil like this and everything I do, everything so wrong and never good enough, that’s why I’m certain Bruce decided just to cut me off. 

No job, no place I can call a house or a home to stay in, no money, no spare clothes, no answering my calls, nothing. It’s been about three months of this so far, a three month test to see if I break if I had nothing, only for the big bad bat wanting me to literally cry my way back home to him. You know what? Screw you too, Bruce. Or whoever was doing all this. I know that, even for you Bruce, ins outs of everything, even you normally won’t stoop this low. It’s not just nothing I’ve been trying to figure out suggests otherwise. Maybe it’s just this….paranoia….no I can’t be paranoid. What’s happening is real and I need to deal with it and…

“Hey Cockscuker, you listening to me??” 

Oh right, this asshole. 

Looking at him, I can’t help myself but make my eyes go towards his own. What does he think would work now to make me talk? 

In his hands was some sort of object. It looks bladed, I can tell based on the glistening of the steel coming from the moonlight coming in through the window. Once he gets a bit closer, I see it now….oh of course….a damn pizza cutter. Oh and just my luck too, in his other hand is a goddamn cheese grater. I guess either this warehouse is for kitchen  tools or just my karma telling me how much I fucking suck and rightfully so again. Maybe the latter. 

The asshole only grins at me. “Okay then, maybe some…slices can get ya to talk. What do you say?” 

I take a deep breath and brace my teeth within my mouth. No use crying out, screaming or any of that weakness than I already showed earlier . This frankly I deserve, and come on. 

I’ve taken a few swings from a baseball bat from Two Face, got injected with Slade’s nanoscopic probes that were shredding my cells inside and out, got blasted by an alternate Luthor, forcibly swallowed a heart paralyzing pill by Slade and the actual Luthor (that bald cunt)….and now just a circular blade and a metal sheet with blades on it on my forehead and face?

Seems fitting enough to take; whatever I’ve done and didn’t do in my vow to protect the innocent and never strive off the path of justice, being a terrible friend, never good enough for Batman as I had always been, letting the only two people that actually had any right to care for me fall to the sandy and hard floor, shattering almost every bone in their bodies when I had only one job to do which was catch them….yeah this is appropriate. This is exactly what I deserve after all of that. Losing my home, my job, and my means to do basically anything for myself, I deserve that.

Who am I to complain, really? 

  Back at the Present Day….

   Sssszzzz….

“Ah Fuck!” 

Peroxide…it never fails to emit any sort of sting on any sort of cut, don’t it, Dick? 

Oh but you gonna start cussing and feeling it now? What the hell’s wrong with you? You can’t handle just a tiny sting of this shit without any yells? 

Suck it up, will ya? You’re acting like a spoiled brat. 

Who are you to complain about really?

Oh and by the way, there goes the last of our Peroxide, just circling down this old bathroom sink drain into God knows sewer pipes along with the blood it splashed off. You're gonna have to fetch some more, Dick. It’s not like Bruce is gonna get us anymore. 

Fuck Him. 

We’ve been putting up with his shit every since we lost are damn place to stay in, then our jobs all over this city, villain after villain breaking out, us being blamed for the Mayor, his wife and girl getting ripped to shreds and blood all over one day with one of your Wingdings, making you hunted down from pretty much everyone (for what only $1.5 Billion Alive? Oh c’mon that's too generous of a bounty for you. I’d put myself at about only 25 cents given your piss poor track record); You know for sure Bruce did all this, all behind the scenes, pulling every string he can to get us like this. 

 And why? Letting him know that you can take care of ourselves that one time and him being this offended by it? Well, fuck it, You’ve been showing him alright! Things are shittybut maybe that’s just how he likes it for you. Nothing gonna change that anytime soon; might as well make it the best for you, because it’s all you can do by now. 

  So now, no shoes, no fucking good socks at all, only one pair of torn sweats, that black tee, suit and toothbrush in your bag, here in this damn blizzard….every breathe getting…heavier….kinda….getting hard to stay awa…Cough Cough Cough

  Hey! Cut it out, Dickface! Cough Keep going at least somewhere! Anywhere out of this snow…so much of it….Wait, that spot there, in this alley. That’ll work for now. 

You hear that, laying on this backpack now….yeah this’ll work….at least not being out in that wind, though…..so much snow….it’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere these last few days. Fitting really, since well you do hear that right?

  C’mon pick it up, Dick, your ears can’t be that piss poor 

Cough

  “May I, as your new Mayor, wish us all in this dear Bludhaven…..”

   Yeah, there it is…..old Mafia boss now politician giving his speech for what today is. 

    “A Good…Merry ... .Christmas…!” 

   Okay, you get the idea. At least that’s one thing you got right….

   Getting sleepy now….

…...pretty cold…..tomorrow might be better….

But at least that’s one thing, Dick….

…this damn city….all of its people….they got a good Christmas….

Gotta close your eyes now…..

Wait….that the Redbird….isn't that….can’t be Timmy…..

Cough Cough

 Heh…looks like he tripped…Not real though….can’t be…..Bruce doesn’t care….you don’t need him…..but yeah….need rest…..you gave them a good Christmas 

Who…am….I….to….Cough…..Complain?

#dick grayson #my posts #first day of spring #fanfic #content warning #cw violence #cw self loathing #cw gore #cw blood #cw self deprecation #cw child abuse #sfw #viewer discretion is advised #cw language

[stagbeetleboy]

⚠️gore/mutilation

The assassination attempt on Hego Demask really was the beginning of his downfall. He went full geriatric phantom of the opera after this.

#star wars #star wars legends #star wars: darth plagueis #darth plagueis #horror art #injury cw #blood cw #cw: gore #viewer discretion is advised #if you don’t have these tags blocked I’m sorry #you can suggest more tags for me to add #stagart

[baby-xemnas]

being a hater (lwl critique warning)

lol lmao i rly only respect ppl who ship lawlu who do it as a fun thing and dont try to make it super deep and emotional cuz they inevitably always make law sadder and more pathetic and i hate that so much

hes not lonely he doesnt need a "first sunshine in his life since rocinante"

lol and lmao you are plain wrong to want luffy to "save him"

actual story is that after rocinante law met bepo shachi and penguin and then all of his later crew members, he has connections that fill his heart

he is not some miserable lonely nerd with a broken heart that he needs luffy to mend it

thats not even close to canon law, it throws away so much of his character to fit your uwus it sucks

luffy is not even big on heart mending, in your scenarios luffy does it just by existing but again it sucks shit and would only work if law was some kind of lost soul in crisis

sorry i just saw untagged art and anon made me think abt how disrespectful ppl who claim to "like" law can be

#this is plain hate at a certain type of fans might delete later #viewer discretion is advised

[strawberryamanita]

Oops I'm obsessed

#not 3 minutes into the video and i'm obsessed #jerma985 #jerma #jerma 985 #rdi #viewer discretion is advised #i'm just gonna start using this tag sincerely now lmao #dougdoug #the shuffler

[cypriathus]

Main protagonist of As The Weaving Fate Beckons

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Mental health issues and a brief mention of self-harm, alcohol, and discrimination.

Hirmenogaldus Zuntaheldi L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath is a 31-year-old vigorous, often serious-minded woman and is the last known holy knight from Rioghachd a’ Choin Neamhaidh (“Kingdom of the Heavenly Dog” in Scottish Gaelic). She’s referred to as the Knight of Beasts due to being known as Europe’s most famous and recognizable slayer and tamer of animalistic creatures. She originally worked with the Praying House of Älkechirnobus, but later abandoned them and their cause after a few unfortunate incidents. She upholds the many characteristics associated with chivalry such as honesty, loyalty, courage, respect, prowess, and a readiness to help the weak. She’s well-versed on a multitude of subjects such as philosophy, theology, history, military strategies, and even occultism. Despite being stoically aloof and wise, her tangible thirst for knowledge and maintaining healthy relationships lends her to being inquisitive and compassionate. However, there are those occasional moments where Hirmenogaldus can be quite clumsy, gullible, and/or naive. She has desirable leadership skills with the right dose of determination, knowing when to continue or retreat, and extrudes a sense of captivating charisma. She has strong motherly instincts and it’s always an honour for her to protect those she deems worthy of help. She isn’t afraid to properly utilise her emotional intelligence in order to ensure someone’s welfare and build a meaningful connection with them. She will even deliberately put herself in harm’s way when her loved ones, friends, and/or the weak are being threatened. She has a palpable sense of justice and despises those who mistreat others for their own personal gain.

She can be quite vindictive and will even go as far to mercilessly kill the perpetrator who either harmed her, her friends, her family, and/or the weak. When slaying certain beasts or beings that are considered to be a threat, she has no qualms of violently slaughtering them, not showing any compassion, mercy, and/or remorse during the process. Despite being sociable, Hirmenogaldus sometimes intentionally isolates herself from other people because of her trust issues. Her stoic nature results in pushing away people, not showing her true emotions, and not properly dealing with and addressing the issues that’s plaguing her mind. She has horrible self-esteem issues and believes that she has to make up for that by protecting the weak, ensuring the welfare of her friends and family, and enacting justice when necessary. Whenever she fails to do so or it becomes too much for her, she gaslights and guilt trips herself, sowing more seeds of doubt into her. Hirmenogaldus is also afraid of being abandoned and forgotten by those she deeply cares about without being warned of their absence. She often engages in contemplative thought, trying to sort out her sorrows and find an ounce of true peace, hope, and happiness.

She’s prone to sudden emotional outbursts, panic attacks, mood swings, and even mental breakdowns as a result of her depression, PTSD, anorexia nervosa, and generalised anxiety disorder. The inconsiderable amount of expectations placed on her due to being a holy knight also contributes to this. She has inconsistent suicidal thoughts and desperately tries to suppress them by harming herself. She usually wants to disappear into nothingness, not having to worry about recurrent, unwanted memories and being afraid of making the wrong decision. She has a tendency to overthink various plans and solutions to all possible worse outcomes in order to avoid making the wrong decision. There are instances where she loses a lot of interest and pleasure in most of her normal activities, making her feel bored and weirdly uneasy. She feels a certain detachedness from those close to her and her mind struggles to concentrate on what’s happening. She often has a pessimistic view on the future as she’s partially fixated on past failures and reliving traumatic events. Hirmenogaldus has a tendency to place heavy restrictions on her eating patterns, having an intense fear of gaining weight. She frequently checks in reflective surfaces for perceived flaws as she’s somewhat relentlessly pursuing thinness. Her perceived body weight negatively influences her self-esteem, and she occasionally complains about being fat. She usually makes excuses for not eating as she doesn’t want to ruin her already distorted body image. There are instances where she perceives certain harmless situations and events as potential threats. She has difficulty handling uncertainty and letting go of her most troubling worries. As a result of all these issues, she tends to feel a sense of looming hopelessness, overwhelming guilt, restlessness, and agitation.

Compared to most medieval folk, Hirmenogaldus is considered to be a giant due to her impressive stature, clocking in at about 6’ 5” (195.5 cm). She has a pear-shaped mesomorphic body type with slightly broad shoulders, a fairly defined waist, and prominent thighs. Her face and neck are adorned with a myriad of reddish-brown freckles, and she has silvery stretch marks on her upper arms, belly, and hips. Her eyes are almost parallel to the stunning sky-blue bill of a male ruddy duck during breeding season. Her skin is a creamy white and she has hair that is an absolutely beautiful golden copper blonde. She has messy, bowl-cut style bangs with the rest of her curly hair being tied into a thick ponytail. She has four recognizable moles: one on the right side of her upper lip; one directly above the left side of her collarbone; the second is located on her belly; and the last mole is on her right mid-thigh. A blatant scar pierces the left side of her forehead, snaking down and over her nose bridge to the middle of her right cheek. She has a couple of other ones: four slightly horizontal scars from her left trapezius to her right deltoid and a blotchy patch of scarred skin near her left kidney. Her breasts have been cut off, there are five healed stab wounds on the backside of her right upper arm, and she carved four Nordic runes onto her belly: ᛊ (sun), ᚨ (god), ᛉ (elk), and ᚱ (ride/journey). The underside of her forearms are covered in healed and fresh lacerations. Her back hides her most brutal scars, seeming to be a mixture of cuts, puncture wounds, and burns.

Hirmenogaldus is commonly seen wearing a full suit of plate armour and her cursed, gilt-brass helmet is shaped similarly to the head of a Western dragon. She has two differently designed golden pauldrons: on the left, it has an engraved blazing sun with a humanoid face; and on the right, it’s shaped like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves were masterfully crafted to mimic the scales of a serpent and the fingers of her armoured gloves are sharp. Her cuirass is decorated with the golden depiction of the Ellén Trechend, which is a three-headed, draconic vulture that can breathe fire. Its main head is in the centre, two heads looking in their designated direction, their legs and wings are spread out on each side, and a partially wavy, serpentine tail. There are other pieces that make up her armour in order to minimise potential life-threatening harm. Hirmenogaldus has a gilt-brass gorget surrounding her neck, two couters for her elbows, and tassets hanging from her cuirass. She has a pair of sabatons with four draconic claws that cover her feet and cuisses surrounding her thighs. She also has two circular besagews that are part of the harness of her plate armour and help to protect her armpits. Her armour is slightly battle-worn, but its vibrancy has surprisingly remained untouched for years. The colour of her plate armour is a reddish-black with a blue-green sheen. Underneath her armour, she wears a quilted green tunic, padded brown legs, white braies, and a wide belt of leather.

Whenever Hirmenogaldus isn’t donning her iconic armour, she’s wearing a full-length ball gown made from fine silk and a tight-fitted, paprika bodice. For both her noblewoman and armoured outfits, she occasionally dons a royal mantle of faded jade with white fur trim that has black leopard spots. Her blackberry silk gown appears to be voluminous due to an ample skirt underneath. Her silk gown covers half of her shoulders and flows down into a fancy, modest semi-sweetheart neckline with a bow of cosmic purple. Around her neck is a velvet choker of cosmic purple with a cardinal pink ruffled top. She has Juliet sleeves and the wrists have turned back cardinal pink cuffs, and the ball gown is decorated with rich golden embroidery. Underneath her gown is a linen chemise and hose that’s held with a garter just below her knee. For jewellery, she’s adorned with a gold and enamel brooch in the form of a dragon’s head, a dark golden pearl necklace, a gilt bronze sapphire ring on the right index finger, and a table cut ruby ring on the left middle finger. She carries a two engrailed top shield that depicts a one-horned dragon with a jousting lance piercing its heart. Hirmenogaldus wields a blood-letting dagger in a serpentine shape made from polished brass. She also wields a 7 ft (213.36 cm) battle-strong claymore forged from an unknowable metal akin to black steel. Its most noticeable feature is that of three raised, eye-like markings right above the cross-guard in a vertical row. When she activates the sword with her own blood, those markings open to reveal fully functional purple jasper eyes and the blade is consumed by blue holy flames. She possesses a traveller’s backpack, one where she stores her collected souvenirs, camping equipment, basic medicinal items, and books that contain a variety of knowledge as well as a cittern that Odeschuna gave her.

Like all holy knights trained under the Praying House of Älkechirnobus, she’s considered to be a psychic. Hirmenogaldus isn’t entirely familiar with her psychic abilities because she doesn’t heavily rely on them like the other holy knights before her. Without her knowing, she has precognition, but it’s in the form of cryptic dreams that vaguely predict future events. She can perceive and read the auras of other individuals, being able to clearly understand their emotions and moral alignment. She can also detect the emotions of those she mentally focuses on, but this can result in blood seeping out of her eyes, ears, and/or mouth (e.g. she’ll cry blood if she senses someone’s melancholy). As a result of dermo-optical perception, she can perceive unusual sensory stimuli such as colour and varying brightnesses through her own skin. She is fully capable of surviving without any water or food intake, and not having to worry about starvation and dehydration. Hirmenogaldus has telekinetic abilities, being able to move and manipulate matter at a distance without physical interaction. She can perfectly mimic the sounds of animalistic beasts as well as talk to them and understand their unique interactions. She’s able to tap into a feral mind, allowing her to perform extraordinary feats of strength and agility that’s beyond normal for her. She’s a master at taming animals by reading, understanding, and staying in tune to their body language. She’s also able to solve many of their behavioural problems and possess unique insight into their psychology. Lastly, Hirmenogaldus has enhanced strength and stamina, being able to engage in physically strenuous activity as well as lift and/or strike objects that are tens of thousands more than her body weight. Due to her draconic helmet being cursed, it seems to intensify her negative emotions and strengthen her psychic abilities. This is one of the reasons why she tries not to heavily rely on her abilities because she’s afraid that she’ll become an irredeemable monster.

FAMILY:

Broghalenius L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath (father)

Lobaszewinth (mother)

Unnamed older sister

Two unnamed older brothers

Dersabhol Echtagloprinus-Pimbezurta (ex-lover)

Ungelohram Shakjelovi (ex-boyfriend)

Sedulomaith (daughter)

Chaidozluben (son)

Ayrmezhonius Brejzuktophina (adoptive daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Dame Hirmenogaldus

The Accursed Daughter of Duke Broghalenius (by those aware of her psychic abilities)

Knight of Beasts

Fish-catcher

Bread-stealer

Trophy-bearer

Lady of Speedy Visitation

Saint of the Billowing Crusade and Dragon’s Ferocity

Mommy (by her children)

Mother (by her children)

Doll-face (by Mutseloniah)

Zarabaaneh ghalbam (“my heartbeat” in Persian) (by Mutseloniah)

Nafasam (“my breath” in Persian) (by Mutseloniah)

Duvshanit (“honey” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Capara (“my blessing” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Otzar shely (“my treasure” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Vile devourer of mages (by Ikarondelus)

Lying bitch (by Ikarondelus)

Foul whore of barbarity (by Ikarondelus)

Bastard with a devil’s silver tongue (by Ikarondelus)

Fucking idiotic drunkard (by Ikarondelus)

Elskan mín (“my darling” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

Ástvinur (“love friend” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

Haustmyrkr (“autumn dusk” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

She Who Dared To Cross Bifröst (by Raskovulde)

Executioner of the World Serpent (by Raskovulde)

The Burning Gladiolus (by Odeschuna)

The Enraged Wyvern (by Odeschuna)

Destroyer of Tainted Pride (by Odeschuna)

A bhuanchara (“my eternal friend” in Irish) (by Nikmuvolefja)

My greatest rival (by Pelmazodius)

Gladiatorial beast (by Pelmazodius)

Vögelchen (“little bird” in German) (by Regnazoldus)

Herzensbrecher (“heartbreaker” in German) (by Regnazoldus)

The Scorching Blade of Älkechirnobus (By Uhteszoga)

Slayer of Cold Hearts (by Uhteszoga)

Liberator of Anguish (by Uhteszoga)

The Draconic Maiden (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mistress With The Coppery Locks (by L’Ayncezosud)

My scarred mademoiselle (by L’Ayncezosud)

Ma tigresse (“my tiger” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mon ciel étoilé (“my starry sky” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mon rayon de soleil (“my ray of sunshine” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Hirmageld (by Perszufoval)

Hirmena (by Bheszawulf)

Sunteholda (by Hulcekrando)

Hellebore of Rosy Blackness (by Hulcekrando)

Soft hyacinth (by Hulcekrando)

Creeping baby’s breath (by Hulcekrando)

Chrysanthemum of a Thousand Winters (by Hulcekrando)

Autumn crocus (by Hulcekrando)

My delicate edelweiss (by Hulcekrando)

Slithering pansy (by Hulcekrando)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION: 

She was originally a closeted lesbian, but later became bisexual.

Her birthday is August 26th (Virgo)

Her blood type is B-

She’s allergic to cats, shellfish, egg white, and balsam of Peru.

In regards to her ethnicity, she’s 37.5% Scottish, 25% British, 12.5% French, 12.5% German, and 12.5% Spanish.

Her father believed that her psychic abilities are a result of a “family curse” that reigned from his bloodline. It usually affects every third generation of females, but that’s more of an estimate than actual biological fact.

She originally had an older sister, but Broghalenius killed her after she turned 2-years-old in fear of her possessing the “family curse”.

She calls her draconic helmet the wyvern’s cursed helm.

Her claymore is called Kigamozertus, which means “stiffness of death” in the Æylphitus language. It's named that due to causing swift decay to a living being once slain. It's believed that the sword absorbs the soul of those truly sinful blood touches it.

It's believed that her claymore belonged to a destroyer angel. Only people who have a suitable mind and a full paranormal psyche can handle such a blade. When a regular being tries to wield it, the claymore transfers its desire to kill sinful and absolutely vile creatures to them. It’ll put them into a bloodthirsty and destructive frenzy until they stop using it.

She likes cute and exotic animals, seal fur, cleanliness, young children, the sound of string instruments, drinking booze with her friends and comrades, daybreak, swampy environments, burning embers, and intricate tapestry.

She dislikes singing, physical and psychological torture, being touched without permission, the feeling of “shallow accomplishment”, muddy puddles, dissatisfaction, impenetrable darkness, treading through snow, pestilence, and famine.

Her hobbies consist of jousting, horseback riding, making flower crowns, slaying monsters, reading, cloud- and star-gazing, and playing her cittern. She also enjoys collecting porcelain ceramics, tea flavours and spices from around the world, rare swords, souvenirs from her travels, and exotic animal skins.

Out of all tea flavours and spices, she likes black tea and asafoetida.

She finds all animals quite fascinating in regards to their behaviours and biology. If she had to choose a favourite, it would either be the western capercaillie, great spotted woodpecker, garden tiger moth, red deer, great tit, or Atlantic puffin.

Her favourite flowers are the bluebell, peony, cowslip, dog-rose, and early-purple orchid.

Her favourite comfort foods are tayberries, cranachan, rumbledethumps, cullen skink, Forfar bridie, tattie scone, and Flies’ graveyard.

Her favourite colours are the blue dye that woad leaves produce and the orange-yellow petals of a pot marigold.

Her biggest pet peeves consist of people who purposely ignore boundaries, rudeness in general, bad personal hygiene, losing things, loud noises, and one-uppers.

She used to have an actual curly bowl cut before she decided to let her hair grow out as a way for her to separate herself from her traumatic past.

For a short period of her life, she was quite racist and discriminatory against mages due to her religious and white supremacist upbringing. However, that drastically changed after experiencing a fair share of abuse, gaining a better understanding of their struggles. She deeply regrets the verbal and physical harm she was tasked and socially expected to do against minorities and mages.

Hirmenogaldus always carries around bandages with her at all times because she’s weary that she’ll get attacked out of nowhere.

She’s obsessed with her own personal hygiene

She has a tendency to judge other people too quickly

She is always looking for new adventures

Hirmenogaldus can be somewhat forgetful and doesn’t like to be reminded of things from her past.

She bites her lower lip and the inside of her left cheek a lot.

She has fairly quick reflexes

She has an unusually high tolerance for physical pain

Hirmenogaldus’ guilty pleasure is daydreaming about sinking her bare feet in white sand and looking out to the clear blue ocean, what it would be like to become one with a full-blooded titan, and bathing in a sacred waterfall.

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Content: Eyeless Jack HC's

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, he chains you to the bed without permission but asks permission for everything else, cannibalism. Viewer discretion is advised. Minors stay away.

Notes: Inspired by my Toby list, and the song I LOVE YOU HOE (w/ 9lives) by Odetari.

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(Art by Kageniec on DeviantArt)

❥General

First lets nail down his personality, it'll make this easier for all of us.

Jack is normally portrayed as a quiet and reserved guy, normally sticking to the shadows and observing.

It's hard to befriend him, he doesn't normally associate with anybody regularly, he's just kind of...around. He'll patch up other creeps and join in on movie nights, but he'll likely not say anything. You'll also never catch him without his mask.

If you see black splotches on the floor, that's Jack.

He does have a mating season, but I think nobody really knows about it. If he's not in his lab, then he's locked away in his room.

He's very territorial about his things. If you take something of his, he will track you down and get it back.

He's a big gloomy demon that wants nothing to do with the world (other than harvesting organs).

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❥Romantic

First things first, this will not be a healthy or normal relationship by any means. With that in mind, continue on lovelies (TW's are posted in the warnings above).

Jack is normally pretty good at finding out when new people enter the mansion. He doesn't like, sense them or anything, but he's just very observant.

He's also pretty introverted and quiet, so he's not really gonna say anything to you or come up to you first, you're gonna have to do that.

I feel like he's the kind of person that would have to even consider someone to be friends for a while before even thinking about romance. You don't have to be a demon, you could honestly be anything.

If you manage to befriend him, he'll act like a cat. He'll find some obscure thing he thinks you'll like and either leave it at your bedroom door, or quickly slip it to you before walking away. He might not talk to you so much, but that's okay. He's like that with everybody.

I think you'd only be able to romance him through cheesy pickup lines. At first he despises them and thinks you're messing with him. But then he grows to like them.

Eventually he becomes so attached to it that it becomes his favorite part of the day. He'll come seek you out bump into you in the day so he can talk to you and maybe pry out a pickup line or two from you.

He becomes so into it that he might actively become territorial over you, and try to limit your interactions, which would limit the chances of you giving others pickup lines.

This would be around the time he mght try to romance you himself. Aside from staring (?) at you longingly from across the room, he would attempt to court you by bringing you flowers. No one knows where he got them from. He'd compliment you and go so far as to run his hand through your hair or place his arm around your shoulders if you'd let him.

He'd eventually grow impatient with trying to hint at you, and would straight up tell you he likes you.

As he warms up to you, he'll be a little more chatty, and would drag you into the shadows with him

He's territorial, and only feels safe with you talking to the other creeps when he's standing next to you. If he's not next to you, don't think about it. It can be a little isolating if he's not with you in the mansion.

Would try to make you move into his room once the relationship has gone on for a while. When you do move in, he installs cameras so he can see you when he's away on his harvest missions.

Might instill a curfew for you to be in the room, and always knows if you don't make that curfew.

If you two have a fight about his possessive and obsessive behavior, his excuse is that he's lost everyone else since his transformation, and he's scared of losing you. This is true, but he also saying it so you don't break up with him. It works, and you comfort him.

I don't think he'd show you his face until he hits his first mating season with you. Before it happens, his behavior would be dialed up to 11, and you'd have fights about it. During those fights is when he'd tell you about his upcoming mating season.

It's a heat cycle for him that lasts a few months every year (spring), and he lays down the law for you. You're his mate, so he's going to be protective over other competition and want you to listen to him 24/7. When the season starts, he'll want you 24/7.

With your permission, he'd mate you. During sex, if you'd asked him to take off his mask, he would do so. He'll kiss you to claim you, then move to your neck to begin biting and sucking hickies into your neck.

His mating season really amps him up, and so he'll eventually tie you to the bed. Whether that be by rope, cuffs, twine, anything really, he doesn't care. He'll chain you there until his cycle is over so no other creep can take you.

He still makes sure the sex is consensual, and if you tell him no he will back off. It's hard for him, but he'll step into his bathroom to take care of himself.

When he lets you go, you'll get into a fight about what he did. His excuse is, again, losing you and his mating cycle heightening everything. It works again, and you stay with him despite it.

He'll get into the habit of taking off his mask when it's just you two in his room. That way, he knows nobody will barge in.

He likes to cuddle too, but this man is fucking cold. He likes curling up in your side, because you're just so warm...

He likes putting his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat when you cuddle too. Part of it is his cannibalistic desire to consume you so nobody really can take you away, but part of it is a reminder that you're still alive, something he doesn't plan on changing soon.

Jack is a cannibal, and you need to remember that and keep track of his food stores, especially around his mating season. Otherwise, he might just get hungry and begin to devour you alive and not realize it until he's done.

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Organs in Witchcraft

Warning! this post will discuss animal remains such as organ, how to collect and utilise them in your craft. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Warning

introduction

Acquiring organs

- removing organs

Organ correspondence

- organ list

In closing

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Introduction

This post will go into working with organs and why you might choose to do so, as well as collecting the organs and their meanings.

It should go without saying if you feel like this isn’t right for you and your path that is perfectly fine. There will be substations of organs listed below for those who aren’t comfortable working with actual organs.

Like when using any animal remains it’s important that if you feel like the animal is unhappy with your actions then don’t continue.

I normally say a little prayer then try and get a sense of the energy score taking anything home.

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Acquiring organs

When acquiring organs there are a couple of ethical considerations that tend to be present. Depending on your personal beliefs and opinions you’ll haft to navigate those individually. The two main options are visiting a local butchers or happening upon a newly deceased animal. The former is a far more pleasant experience but due to ethical reasons a lot of practitioners have issue with purchasing animal remains.

If you preform the task of collecting your own organs please take care to use PPE and efficiently wash away all bodily fluids preferably in an outside area. I’d recommend the use of a bucket and hose for this. A lot of species are protected and thus you cannot own any part of them so always do research.

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removing organs

Normally you’d want to make a shallow incision with a scalpel from the sternum to the navel. wearing gloves remove the organs you wish to use using the scalpel as needed. If you’re lucky enough to have a freezer for taxidermy/ animal remains. Freezing is an excellent way of preserving remains that otherwise would degrade. I cannot stress enough if you do not have PPE or you’re unable to use a scalpel please do not try this. there are alternatives that can be used in place of organs.

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Organ correspondences

Each organ has its own function/s and therefore also has individual uses in witchcraft. worldwide animal remains have been used ritualistically for thousands of years. And we can still utilise them today. Below are a list of organs, their uses and substitutions.

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Brain - thought, mental health, emotion, intelligence, personality

Substitution - walnut

Typically this organ is a little difficult to acquire and damages the animals skull so I don’t work with the actual organ itself. Rather the energy.

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Eyes - perception, focus

Substitution - cherries

Eyes are excellent to add into workings where someone needs to see something. Typically to see their own failings.

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Heart - love, feeling, heartbreak, affection, passion, romance

Substitution - beetroot

One of the most versatile organs, the heart can be used in most workings involving relationships, lust, heartbreak and to target peoples core.

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Intestines - messaging, changes, break down situations, regulation, defence

Substitution - vining plants

Normally intestines are used in my practise to bind and defend against something. Or to change a situation.

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Kidney - purification, balance, banishment, stability

Substitution - kidney beans

Great to bring aspects of stability to a situation or person.

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Liver - change, creation, gathering/collection

Substitution - bulbs/tubers

The most versatile organ in my experience. You can use it for pretty much anything.

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Lungs - breath, life, movement,

Substitution - wide leafs/roots

If you wish to bring in new life to a situation while ridding the old stagnant energy lugs are great option.

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Stomach - motion, destruction, change, action

Substitution - cookoo pint/carnivorous plants

Typically used in bane, represents destruction of a situation. Can be used to uproot and change someone’s life.

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Tongue - communication, gossip, speech

Substitution - romano pepper

Can prevent those who like to lie and talk behind backs. Fold the tongue and hammer into the earth with a tag lock.

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In closing

using organs is definitely not for everyone. But I hope this post was useful to someone. They are very good if you wish to target a certain organ that may be struggling for a little extra support. But always seek medical attention, magick is not a fix all and shouldn’t be treat as such.

Thank you for reading!

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[sincerlycas]

Um yes girl give us the ☕️🫖!!!!

ALRRR YALL KNOW I GOT YALL!!😭😭 so first things first right, me and him have been going painting for a while right so around this time we were taking a break and I was sitting on his lap per usual. this time my phone was connected to the speaker since my playlist is the spitting image of his and I had it near the window so my phone can get service so I couldn’t use it yada yada yada. so as I was saying I was sitting on his lap and I asked if I can play games on his phone and he pulls up subway surfers right and I’m said I’m goated at it and I can beat his high score, so I start playing it and the nigga is a goofball so I could see from the side of my while I’m tryna focus that this man got his mouth wide open leaning slowly to get a chimp on my mf chest (😭) and he stops mid way and is like “I thought you were gonna hit me I’m surprised” and I’m like “bitch I was you were a lean closer to getting elbowed” right and he’s like “you can’t be that focused” and I said “nigga please you can’t distract me when I’m focused.” and he’s like oh really??? so he pull up my shirt a little pulls my bra down and starts sucking the fuck out of my nipple tryna distract me from getting a high score and did he succeed?!?!? bitch you know damn well y’all girl didn’t get distracted!… I lied the highest score I got was 4000… ANYWAYSSSSS yeah so fast forward we take another break and we laying on the lounge with plushies and blankets where you can lay down and relax right and when I tell you this man needs skin to skin contact- he needs it. so we cuddling and he damn near got his whole face in my damn neck and we talking and laughing and shit then he takes a lick at my neck and I’m like “you fucking lizard” and we start laughing and starts doing random tongue motions and kept asking me what animal is that then the last one I said “you. you’re the animal” and we laugh yet AGAINN (laugh yall way into some dick/coochie it works like a charm) and he ask if darkskin can get hickeys I’m like “nigga-“ he told me don’t answer that he forgot for a second then i don’t remember how but he starts sucking on my neck again and choking me blah blah blah (🫦) and he goes up to kiss me we kissinnnn and when I told you the nigga slipped his hands in my pants and abused thy clit, he abused it. I was on the verge of screaming 😭. then I sucked his dick and he doing what he doin to meee😁 and suddenly it turns into a competition so while I’m sucking the dick I suck his balls I DONT EVEN GET TO DO ONE SINGULAR SUCK this nigga jump up and say “nahh I’m sensitive there” pussy I know. so I go back to sucking the dick and I end up sucking it so nicely that I caught the nigga staring at me so I being goofy as hell winked at him and that got his ass fucked him goin like “damnn show out then” bitch I will. LEMME STOPPPP anywaysss he goes to eat me out and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MF AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! it was so gooddddd after first when he did it I thought it was his fingers doin that till he moved my hands I was like THATS HIS FUCKING TONGUE?!?!? bih I was grabbing on my own neck for dear lifeee. then yk he try to put it in it hurts yada yada he goes get a condom he goes SLOW then it goes INNNN I’m like lord have mercy then he’s like “i know I know” AHHHHHH so he notices that the nigga I told y’all didn’t pop my cherry for real so he goes DEEEEEP and that’s when I turn into a freak I’m choking this nigga and I’m grabbing this nigga ass forcing him to go harder and shitt. ANYWAYSSSS we finish and a bitch feel like she boutta be knocked outtt and if I haven’t explained before my man isn’t a scammer trapper rapper he’s a scholar so he don’t speak in slang he speaks proper and shit and he analyzes tf outta people. so like we chillin and this nigga talking bout I’m a dominate submissive girl who likes it hard asffff and he like thattt then said a whole bunch of things I’m like…. what am I a book?!?!?!?! but yeahhh yalll that’s all I can remember rnnnn my memory is ass btw.

it’s crazy to because for a while I thought I was gone be a virgin forever or sex wasn’t for me and I was wrong SO FUCK WITH A EDUCATED AND CLEANNN EX HOE OF A MANNNN.

xoxo your favorite hoe 💋 (imma start using that now)

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[marleyybluu]

So Fine

Rio Martinez x black!fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: 18+, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, quickies in the bathroom, oral (m receiving), hitting it from the back, reader is described as curvaceous (but like once), no use of y/n, someone's not wearing panties, use of the word cock oops again, established relationship, sort of a shit ending cus I'm fried, creampies (obviously)

A/N: not necessarily inspired by the song I guess, I was listening to it when i wrote it so. and again no deep descriptions but reader has braids so shes a black woman in mind

(Sorry if the gif quality is shit lol)

His eyes were on her all night and he knew the minute this engagement party was over he'd be able to have his way with her. They didn't really want to make a big deal about their engagement but both their moms insisted they have a little party, and collect some gifts, they bared through it for the love of their sweet mothers. She wore an olive green dress that seemed to be glued to her, the outline of her curvaceous shape had him drooling, with a bit of champagne in his system he was ready to go home. But you can't leave your own party early, can you? 

He had gotten caught in a conversation with her father and as much as he loved the man he told some long ass stories, always deriving to a different one and explaining how it's connected to the current one. All he could do was hum and nod and throw in an occasional word or two, but his eyes seemed to never leave her as she participated in her own conversation with her cousins. Her laughter tickled his ears and he was surprised he could hear it over the music and talking. One of them nudges her and tries their best to point him out discreetly but he catches it, she turns her head and smiles at him and he smiles back. She excuses herself from the girls and makes her way over to them, she places a hand on her dad's shoulder and his attention is now on his little girl. 

"Are you talking his ear off again?" She asks kissing his cheek. Her dad shakes his head. "No, just... tellin' him some stories." 

She sighs and tilts her head. "I'm supposed to marry this man, do not tell him anything else embarrassing please." 

Her dad laughs and shrugs. "I mean you already got him, he's not going anywhere." 

"He's right, I'm not." Rio finally chimes in, she leaves her dad's side and slips her fingers in with Rio's. "Can we put a pause on the story? I just need his help for a second." She lies and he relaxes with relief that she'd come to save the day, happy to finally get a moment with her too. "Of course, take him." 

They say goodbye and she tugs him inside and towards a hallway where there are fewer people. "Thank you, I love your dad but-"

"I know, trust me," She giggles. He squeezes her hand affectionately and lifts their arms up, she doesn't hesitate to give him a twirl and he groans. "You're so fucking fine. I love this dress." 

"Thank you." She says looking down at her own body, she did look good tonight. She takes a last sip from her own glass of champagne and holds the now empty glass at her side, she eyes him up and down before boldly stating, "I have no panties on." 

His eyes widened a bit, she got him. She looks around to make sure no one notices that both of them vanish into the guest bathroom nearby. She pulls him inside and locks the door, she puts her empty glass on top of the counter and turns to face him with her palms pressed against the cold countertop as she leans back. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip and her eyes shift down to the tent forming in his pants, she smiles and looks back up at his dilated eyes. She slides down into a squatting position, her high heels helping her put less pressure on her knees, her hands run over his brown belt and she eagerly undoes the buckle.

She pulls them down along with his boxers and his half-hard cock heavily pops out, she smiles gently taking him in her soft grip, her tongue slides from the base to the tip, she takes him in her mouth and his hands immediately fall on top of her head. She moans feeling him grow inside her mouth with every suck and lick. His rosy pink lips part and small huffs of breath escape, his eyes close for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wet and warm mouth around him. His hips buck forward, his tip hitting the back of her throat, she pulls her head back-- a trail of drool connecting from his tip to her chin. 

She was such a pretty sight to see. She looks up at him holding eye contact while taking his dick in her mouth once again. Rio whines throwing his head back. She bobs her head at a slow pace, her hand comes up to cup his balls and he nearly loses his fucking mind, she carefully squeezes them, and fondles them to add to his pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, baby." He moans. A familiar feeling washes over him, his eyes blink open, his hands grip her hair and he pulls her off of him. "I don't want to come in your mouth." He says between pants. "Why not?" She pouts. He wraps his hand around her arm pulling her up on her feet, he turns her around and she bends over for him. His hands greedily lift up her dress so that it now hangs around her hips. His eyes flash with desire when he realizes she really went commando. "You think you can tell me you're not wearing panties and expect me to not want to come inside you." 

She moans at his remark. His hands roved her body, squeezing her fleshy thighs, the feeling of her soft skin making him harder to the point where it was almost painful. He runs his fingers over her swollen pussy, her arousal dripping out of her, he licks his finger and practically melts at her taste. "Baby..." She whines pushing back on him, he smiles at the fact that she was just as needy and horny as him. His hands land on her hips, his foot nudging her legs further apart. He drives his hips forward, slowly pushing himself inside. Her eyes roll in pleasure. A throaty "Shit!" from him as he buried himself inside her. She was so fucking warm and her walls were plush and welcoming. She grips the counter as he bottoms out, neither of them was going to last long and they both knew it. 

Rio pulls out and pushes back in. "Oh!" She squeals as he fills her. He thrusts slowly at first, he liked to tease her, to see how long it'd take for her to crack and beg him to go faster. Her eyes roll and her lips part making the perfect 'O'. 

"Oh, shit." He moans lightly tugging her braids and forces her to hold her head up instead of resting on the counter. 

She cries out as he repeatedly hits her sweet spot, she reaches back and holds onto his forearm, her nails digging into the material of his clothes. "Fuck me, please, harder." She whines, he yanks her towards him, her back pressed against his chest, her head falling back on his shoulder her arm hooking around his neck, his nose nudged in the crook of her neck, her precious perfume tickling his senses. "Always smell so fucking good, you feel so fucking good." He says hotly in her ear. He feels her clench around his shaft. "You're squeezing me, baby." He moans the two of them go at it without a care in the world of anyone potentially hearing them, the sound of skin slapping probably seeping through the crack of the door while he pounds into her. The squelching sound of her wetness being penetrated by his dick, her arousal dripping onto him. 

He kisses the back of her neck. "Don't stop, Im gonna cum." She cries and her pussy weeps as she coats him her slick, her body stills and pleasure takes over her entire being just for a moment. He gives her a few more thrusts dragging out her orgasm as his approaches, he lets out a choked-out moan as he empties himself inside of her, and she hums at the feeling as it turns her on all over again. "Mmm, I'm ready to just go home and fuck you on the couch." He flirts leaving a trail of kisses over her shoulder. She sighs contently and smiles. "We can't." 

"I know, I know." 

She feels his length soften inside her and almost whimpers when he pulls back leaving her empty. He stuffs his dick back into his boxers while she tugs her dress down to cover herself up. As she cleaned herself up and fixed her appearance as best as she could he stood behind her admiring her through the reflection of the mirror. "What?" She asks. "I love you. I'm glad you said yes." 

She smiles warmly and looks down at her ring. "Me too, I can't wait to run you dry." She jokes and then looks him up and down. "In more ways than one." 

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[stagbeetleboy]

Technically part of an unfinished piece+ detail from the last but hrggh I wanna show off darth plagueis. Making me realize how occasionally bloody the novel got.

#star wars #star wars fanart #darth plagueis #star wars: darth plagueis #cw: gore #blood cw #injury cw #viewer discretion is advised #stagart

[maybe-im-dark]

Lullaby

It was one of those nights that Rocket knew would result in a nightmare.  The Guardian tossed and turned uneasily.  He had already tried everything to stay awake.  He'd had five cups of coffee, disassembled and cleaned his entire arsenal of weapons, and even taken an ice-cold shower.  The result: headaches, paws smelling of detergent and wet fur.  But he was still dead tired.

Think of something nice!  Think of something nice!  His claws dug into his palms as he struggled to recall positive memories.  A self-painted picture of Groot, when Peter gave him the Zune player, the raccoon babies.  Yes, the raccoons!  The feeling when their little snouts pressed against him.  Lots of little feet on him as they walked over him and sniffed at him curiously.  But none of that helped.  Fight as hard as he could, Rocket felt his eyelids grow heavy.  Until they closed and his mind slipped down into the darkness of the dream world.

Bright light blinded him.  A huge sun hovered over him, but it was a wrong sun.  Its light was not warm and golden, but cold and white.  He wanted to put his arm protectively over his eyes, but something held him.  A look down revealed large metallic rings encircling his wrists and ankles.  On a slab beside him lay a stick with a twisted tip.  A red crust stuck to the tip and a smell of iron filled his nostrils.  He knew that smell.  Blood.  old blood.  foreign blood.  Who had been here before him?

"Paralyze it."

"But sire, doesn't it need an anesthetic too?"

"Just make it not move!  It's an animal, it won't remember anything!"

Something appeared in his field of vision.  Huge birds bending over him.  They lacked feathers and their beaks were too short.  Something stabbed his neck.  Cold spread inside him and his body went numb.

There was a screeching sound and something entered his chest violently.  Indescribable pain shot through him and he screamed.  But the scream was only in his head because his mouth didn't move.  He wanted to bite and thrash, but he couldn't feel his snout or paws.  The scream grew louder, bouncing off the walls of his mind and reverberating in a never-ending echo.

HURTS!  HURTS!  HURTS!  HURTS!  HURTS!

 

Some time had passed.  He couldn't say how much.  The world had alternately consisted of light and dark.  Now he was crouched in a room.  One of the birds stood a little apart from him.  His dark gaze was as piercing as a thousand needles.

"Up!"

He didn't want to get up.  moving hurt.

"Up!"

When he didn't respond, the bird grabbed him brusquely and hauled him to his feet.  He squeaked in protest.  Standing up was unfamiliar and his muscles burned.  He immediately got down on all fours again.

"Stand up!  You’re supposed to stand up, 89P13!”

He tried to stir, but couldn't manage more than a tremor.  A whoosh cut through the air and something heavy hit his calves hard.  Fearfully he curled up, steeling himself for the next blow.

 "Urgh, it just doesn't listen!  Either it can't stand or it's too stupid!  We'll probably have to do more surgery."

No!  No, he didn't want the knives and saws again!  He didn't want it to hurt again!

 

Rocket jerked into a sitting position.  A scream reached his ears and it took him a moment to realize it was his own.  Someone shook his shoulder.

"Hey, hey!  Rocket, you had a nightmare!"

He spun around and stared at Drax.  His small beady eyes were wide open, revealing the auburn irises.

"Drax?  What are you doing here?” he finally choked out.

"I heard you screaming from outside and I went to see if you were alright," the Kylosian replied.

"I am alright!  Now get lost!” Rocket hissed, teeth bared.

He didn't need pity or talks about not being alone.

Drax appeared unimpressed.  "You dreamed about your past, didn't you?"

"Beat it, man!"

"How about you talk about it?"

Rocket let out a low growl.  "How about you piss off?"

"Shall I sing you a lullaby?"

Rocket buried his face in his paws.  "If you finally leave after that."

Drax was silent for a moment.  "I used to sing this song to my daughter when she had a bad dream.  She felt better immediately afterwards.  Maybe it will help you too.”

Now the raccoon felt guilty.  Drax was the only one who had never shared his story at length.  Rocket may have lost his friends, but the own child and wife?  That had to be rough.

He leaned back and sighed.  "You can try."

Drax began to sing.  His voice was low and raspy, but he wasn't as bad a singer as Rocket had feared.  It was a language he couldn't understand even with his translator chip.  Maybe a Kylosian dialect?  The words, however, sounded beautifully melodious and soothing.  With a yawn he drew his knees up to his chest and draped his tail around himself.  Maybe he could actually get some restful sleep.  The world grew calm and warm and the only sound was this beautiful song.

Drax smiled as he heard soft snores.  He gently tucked Rocket in.

"Sleep well my friend."

#fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #guardians of the galaxy 3 #rocket raccoon #gotg 3 #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #drax the destroyer #drax the dad #tw medical torture #tw graphic #tw graphic depictions of violence #tw animal abuse #read at your own risk #viewer discretion is advised

[protoneutype]

#osomatsu san #viewer discretion is advised #comedy anime

[cypriathus]

Main protagonist of Catacombs of Whispering

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: I talk about how mental health issues and drugs affect the character. There are also a couple of brief mentions of alcoholism and coitus-related things.

Tighezorvanus Biruteslov-Ljudevoti Grostalphen is a 37-year-old happy-go-lucky and strong-willed father of two. Besides his PTSD and dyscalculia, he has dissociative identity disorder (DID) and his two identities consist of Velabhort Smekzurnova and Mulavozje Ralstenov. His DID often leaves him to be self-puzzled, out of touch with reality, separated from himself and his emotions, and depressed. He also has suicidal thoughts, noticeable memory gaps, times of confused wandering, and is stressed out by the subjective sense of having “not-him” experiences. He often has a positive outlook on the future and isn’t afraid about overcoming the hurdles that life throws at him. Due to his confidence, he puts a decent amount of trust on himself, his capabilities, and the near future. He’s got a great sense of humour and enjoys cheering people up with his jokes. He’s eager to have fun by embarrassing and playing harmless tricks on people. Tighezorvanus is fairly honest about his emotions and thoughts, but he can be quite blunt at times and ends up offending the people he’s conversing with. He’s quite friendly and energetic, which makes it easy and enjoyable for him to engage with others. As a father and a member of society, he sees it as his duty to encourage the goodness of people and help them through their misfortunes. He’s able to understand the struggles of others and tries to base his support on finding a resolution to those issues. Tighezorvanus tries his absolute best to make morally right decisions that he understands he’s fully accountable for. As per his nature, he’s not easily annoyed, worried or upset by a lot of things. He’s usually willing to give money and food as well as offer help to those in need. He also shows a palpable desire to keep those he deeply cares about safe from unexpected danger.

He’s sometimes frivolous and ends up behaving in an inappropriately light-hearted way in certain situations or not taking his responsibilities seriously. There are instances where Tighezorvanus can be quite gullible and naive. This means that he’s prone to being easily deceived by others without him realising it and doesn’t have the greatest judgement or information surrounding certain situations. He has a tendency to move or handle specific things in a careless and awkward way. This often results in him breaking items, knocking stuff over, hitting his toe on hard furniture or the corner of a door, and bumping into walls, other people or a doorframe. As a talkative individual, he finds enjoyment in conversing with others, even if it begins to genuinely annoy them. For example, he might gush about his favourite piece of media or how shitty his day was during a movie, which can understandably provoke someone’s annoyance. Sometimes he acts on a whim with little forethought, reflection or consideration of the consequences that surround his actions. Tighezorvanus is afraid of being abandoned, alone, and forgotten by those he's close with. As a result of his PTSD, he’s prone to angry outbursts and negative thoughts about himself. He’s also easily startled and has a tendency to feel emotionally numb.

Velabhort Smekzurnova is a 40-year-old serial killer and organ harvester with substance abuse issues and an insatiable bloodlust, being Tighezorvanus’ aggressive, cunning, perverted, and loud identity. He’s a lot more knowledgeable compared to Tighezorvanus, but uses that intelligence to achieve things he desires through deception. He has antisocial personality disorder, bipolar affective disorder (BPAD), and mild scopophobia (the fear of being watched). During his manic episodes, he’s abnormally upbeat and very talkative. He also has an exaggerated sense of well-being and self-confidence, and possesses poor decision-making skills. During major depressive episodes, he has inconsistent suicidal thoughts, feelings of inappropriate guilt, and the decreased ability to concentrate. Velabhort also feels empty, hopeless, and restless, and he’s uninterested in almost all of his activities. He has a strong sense of superiority and is extremely opinionated. Due to his antisocial and psychopathic nature, he’s unwilling to associate with people in a friendly way and enjoys inflicting harm on others. He’s not afraid to use physical force and dangerous weapons to hurt, injure, or kill people in order to quench his bloodlust and make him feel euphoria. As a nihilist, he rejects all known religious and moral principles, only believing that life has no meaningful purpose and every proposed value is baseless. Velabhort has no true loyalty to anyone and views that his purpose is nothing but an impulse to destroy and gain instant gratification. He shows no apparent sympathetic concern or compassion for the feelings of other people. He’s quite the boisterous paraphiliac who possesses a disturbing obsession with sex, but he sometimes tries to hide it.

Similar to Tighezorvanus, he also has a sense of humour, but it centres around making fun of ordinarily taboo subjects. He can be quite sarcastic, going out of his way to mock or insult people through irony. As a psychopath, he possesses an “empathetic switch” and usually prefers to ignore it. Velabhort primarily uses it for selfish means, but is capable of sincerely utilising his empathy to understand certain people. He tries to hide the fact that he’s addicted to ketamine, mephedrone, wine, rum, vodka, and rye whiskey. Ketamine makes him feel detached from reality, relaxed, and a sense of happiness, but it can also cause him to be easily agitated and depressed. It also alters his perception of time and space, and stop feeling physical pain. Mephedrone makes him feel chatty, very affectionate towards other people, confident, full of energy, and keen to dance. He’s also weirdly sensitive to touch and it arouses him, noticeably on edge, dizzy, and feverishly hot. Velabhort is quite familiar with Tighezorvanus and Mulavozje, but tries to ignore them because he’s in denial that they all share the same body.

Mulavozje Ralstenov is a 46-year-old moral philosopher and former psychology and biology professor with a love of books, being Tighezorvanus’ skittish, cautious, melancholic, and quiet identity. Like Velabhort, he too is quite intelligent, but he uses it for what he deems as righteous such as helping those in need. He has seasonal depression, generalised anxiety disorder, and mild claustrophobia (the fear of confined spaces) and hemophobia (the fear of blood). Due to his anxiety, he’s usually plagued with an uneasiness of the mind and a brooding fear of some possible misfortune. He overthinks the worst possible outcomes of his situations and his mind often “goes blank”, making concentration difficult. He doesn’t fully trust the goodness of humanity, only believing that people are self-centred and interested in their own capabilities. When each season has begun, Mulavozje feels as though everything is hopeless and his self-esteem is almost absent. He feels worthless and possibly uninterested in a good majority of his normal activities.

He’s a taciturn individual, mostly spending his time in places that are free from disturbances and indulging in his hobbies. He usually prefers to keep his various thoughts and ideas to himself, only speaking of them when he views it as necessary. He’s a surprisingly good listener, being able to concentrate on what others say and engage with their ideas in a thoughtful, comprehensive way. He’s prudently watchful and unwilling to take risks in order to avoid problems. He possesses a strict sense of morality, ensuring that his ego is under control and he’s following the path of righteousness. Mulavozje has a tendency to weigh up the well-being of other people in his decision-making, which helps to minimise any negative consequences. However, there are instances where he isn’t fully concerned with the consequences of his actions, which can lead to atrocious outcomes. Mulavozje is quite familiar with Velabhort, but is unaware about the existence of Tighezorvanus.

Tighezorvanus is of impressive stature than most men he’s met throughout his life, clocking in at about 6 ft (182.88 cm). He has a mesomorphic, trapezoidal body with a fairly muscular and strong build, broad shoulders, and rose beige skin. When his eyes aren’t covered by orange-tinted glasses, they’re a luscious amber with a strong yellowish and coppery tint. He has medium length surfer hair with sideburns and a soul patch goatee that’s the hue of golden copper brown. He also has acuminate abdominal hair and pecto-sternal hair that’s also a shade of golden copper brown. He has a mole on the left side of his neck, on his right cheek, and on the left side corner of his lip. Tighezorvanus has five scars located on different parts of his body. The first scar he ever received was the result of surgically removing his right kidney. The second scar is a diagonal slash that reaches from the right trapezius to the top of the left pectoralis major. He has a stab wound on the left deltoid and a long scar on the right outer thigh. Lastly, he has a very noticeable burn scar that’s covering his left forearm and hand. He has two tattoos: a watery Eastern dragon on his back; and a raven skull is engulfed in blue flames on his right upper arm. As a 49-year-old, his golden copper brown has shown signs of greying and wrinkles appear on the forehead and eyes. He has crow’s feet and his frown lines have gotten deeper and more accentuated, which indicate wrinkling.

Tighezorvanus is often seen wearing a pair of army green cargo pants that reach to his knees in spring and summer. During autumn and winter, he prefers to wear standard overalls made from navy blue denim or grey sweatpants. He dons an unbuttoned, moonstone Aloha shirt with a floral pattern of sunray and mystic maroon hibiscus flowers. Underneath his favourite Aloha shirt, he either is wearing a solid black or bone white T-shirt. There are instances where he’s wearing a China ivory Aloha shirt that has bright sun and cardinal pink hibiscus flowers. Underneath his second favourite Aloha shirt is a Persian rose T-shirt with a yellow sea, blaze orange, and electric violet sun, and cyan mountains. Depending on the season and where he’s attending, his footwear consists of hiking sandals with or without white ankle socks and traditional low-cut tangerine sneakers. He wears a hololith bracelet that’s carved from jadeite dyed a light bluish green. Hanging around his neck is a special heirloom given to him by his father, which is a silver pendant necklace with a Celtic cross. He often dons a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses, but there are instances where he wears reading glasses. He’s usually seen wearing a fanny pack that holds his reading glasses, his phone, an epinephrine autoinjector, and a lucky rabbit’s foot.

Velabhort is primarily seen wearing a buccaneer red trench coat that reaches to the middle of his calves. He also wears stiletto red fingerless gloves, weathered denim jeans, a dusty grey T-shirt, and a pair of black combat boots. Like Tighezorvanus, he often dons a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses, but he never wears reading glasses and carries around an epinephrine autoinjector. He secretly carries around brass knuckles, a butterfly knife, and a pump action rifle that he bought from the black market. He also wields a gold-plated pistol with a built-in suppressor that’s similar to the Beretta 92 called the 19th Blistering Dream. Mulavozje prefers to wear a shadow green turtleneck sweater and a pair of brown loafers. He also dons eerie black 5-pocket jeans and prefers to wear a pair of reading glasses and carry around an epinephrine autoinjector. He is commonly seen carrying books, his sketchbook with various art supplies, and a pack of cigarettes. All three of them have smoky topaz stud earrings, a gold watch on the right wrist, and three expensive rings. They have an amethyst solitaire ring on the right index finger, a band ring on the right ring finger, and a spinel cocktail ring on the left index finger.

After the sudden disembowelment of his mother, his partially dormant psychic abilities kicked in. Despite possessing psychic abilities, he has some trouble controlling his powers. He has psychokinesis, allowing him to utilise his mental effort in order to manipulate various forms of energy and matter. He possesses enhanced strength and is capable of lifting cars, trucks, buses, moderate to large sized rocks, trains, and massive trees. However, when he uses his enhanced strength and psychokinesis after a few hours, he feels quite exhausted due to the significant strenuous activity. Due to his psychometry, Tighezorvanus is able to obtain specific pieces of information about the past of a person or object by making physical contact. When dreaming, he can enter this bleak corridor filled with multiple coloured doors and it goes on for what feels like an eternity. Within this corridor, he is able to telepathically communicate with other people or supernatural beings. He is also capable of effortlessly traversing through his dreams and gaining insight into future events. His dermo-optical perception allows him to perceive colours and differences in brightness through his own skin. Velabhort is only capable of utilising psychokinesis, enhanced strength, and psychometry, but can’t perceive colours and varying brightnesses. Mulavozje can also utilise psychokinesis and psychometry, but possesses dermo-optical perception and can’t use enhanced strength. Velabhort and Mulavozje are both unable to access the dream corridor, meaning they can’t utilise dream telepathy and precognition.

FAMILY:

Unnamed fraternal grandfather

Unnamed fraternal grandmother

Unnamed foster grandfather

Unnamed foster grandmother

Nelachodimus Oghilevan Grostalphen (father)

Unnamed older half-sister

Menszaroch Grostalphen (older half-brother)

Fiachtelon Grostalphen (older half-brother)

Zdruveloka Knelazovic (mother)

Ksenzrija Grostalphen (younger sister)

Mukenodria Eyndakhotius (niece)

Sinjuzola Eyndakhotius (niece)

Demaphorkus Eyndakhotius (nephew)

Azerkhombius Grostalphen (younger brother)

Emalonius Suratophine Hopkalen (fiancée)

Ymoghelanus Vjekuslowa-Bisevozurka Grostalphen (daughter)

Cimabozulen Kruneslov-Domagujilte Grostalphen (son)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES: 

Tighezo (by most people and self-proclaimed)

Tighezorna (by a few people)

Kiddo (by Nelachodimus)

Bubica (“little bug” in Croatian) (by Zdruveloka)

Bratty attention-seeker (by Menszaroch)

Daddy’s favourite (by Menszaroch)

My caramel almond (by Emalonius)

Honey pie (by Emalonius)

Lovebug (by Emalonius)

Dad (by his children)

Sensitive whore (to Velabhort) (by Elphazotius)

Cuate (“buddy” in Spanish) (by Climakho)

Mister Tighezorna (by the Whinzraste family)

Mo fhíorghrá (“my true love” in Irish) (by Idonszela)

Luchik (“sunray” in Russian) (by Oktabhrenius)

Prince Charming (to Velabhort) (by Uylshopated)

Knight In White Armour (to Mulavozje) (by Uylshopated)

Popular newcomer (by Merszalot)

Tirhejolusza (by Yndzrajet)

Tighezorsa (by Wadoszige)

Snot-nosed retard (to Velabhort) (by Zebastodi)

Wily dipshit (to Velabhort) (by Droghexusia)

Mulavoz (to Mulavozje) (by Vongazritche)

The man with golden copper hair and orange sunglasses (by Milatogrus)

My handsome candytuft (by Uyrsezola)

Clumsy ox (by Kriemogunda)

Benign hound (by Wibavoplehus)

Moronic playboy (to Velabhort) (by Lutszemoba)

Psychotic nuisance (to Velabhort) (by Lutszemoba)

Mister Grostalphen (by Poschielubzak, Gleichowaszut, and Chuslebomina)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Tighezorvanus is heteroflexible, Velabhort is heterosexual, and Mulavozje is demiromantic asexual.

His birthday is June 19th (Gemini)

His blood type is AB-

He’s allergic to local anesthetics, insect stings, chromium, and mould.

He knows a little bit of Croatian and French.

He had a cavity on the first molar of his lower jaw, which has been replaced with a metal filling.

He has two Siberian huskies, a Cornish Rex, a ball python, and five leopard geckos. His five leopard geckos are different morphs and these are Enigma, Super Hypo, Bell Albino, Blazing Blizzard, and Raining Red Stripe. His first husky is an agouti male named Uvalonche and the second one is an orange copper female who goes by Mishvanok. His ball python is named Kiobla and his five leopard geckos go by Yamokreti (Enigma), Visjemochka (Super Hypo), Bleszafod (Bell Albino), Eprakholtus (Blazing Blizzard), and Knevazorsich (Raining Red Stripe).

His Cornish Rex, Lapemokusi, used to belong to his fiancée.

In regards to his ethnicity, he’s 25% Scottish, 25% American, 25% Russian, and 25% Croatian.

Velabhort Smekzurnova has slight feelings for Avelonthius Demilozusa Falevogur-Komtezula.

He was originally an early childhood educator, but since he moved from his home country and is looking for a new job relating to early childhood, he’s currently working at a pawn shop.

Tighezorvanus likes parties, wood sculptures, the sensation of heavy bass, natural landscapes, lunar eclipses, his vinyl record and birdhouse collections, most of his family, working in early childhood educational settings, rare and underrated video games, and hot air balloons. Velabhort likes going on killing sprees, pornography magazines, human anatomy, rare animal pelts, anime merchandise, laying on carpeted floors, crescent moons, going to underground nightclubs, oceanic views, and fish taxidermy. Mulavozje likes sleeping in, smoking, ancient human civilizations, sitting in front of a fireplace, his model car collection, keeping old tickets and bookmarks, snow globes, knitted sweaters, early fall, and overcast weather.

Tighezorvanus dislikes nosy people, horrible and janky video games, the smell of boiled eggs and fish, illegal drugs, alcohol in general, skunks, storm-chasing, mid-morning, competition, and blisters. Velabhort dislikes being watched, phlegm, bobbleheads, hand-holding, simplicity, weird kinks, hardwood floors, the rising sun, gossip, and mannequins. Mulavozje dislikes waking up early, crowded places, blood, erotica art and stories, fanfiction, frozen lakes, late winter, leeches, being touched on the chest, and baggy clothing.

Tighezorvanus’ hobbies consist of woodworking, mediation, camping, volunteering, collage making, balloon twisting, collecting vinyl records and birdhouses, and playing video games. Velabhort's hobbies consist of cruising, recreational fishing, wine tasting, watching anime, playing billiards, and collecting antique art and travel brochures. Mulavozje’s hobbies consist of sketching, knitting, baking, completing jigsaw puzzles, collecting model cars, and recording his most vivid dreams.

Tighezorvanus knows how to play the bango, but he gave it to his daughter after he lost interest.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite animals are the pine marten, bottlenose dolphin, Eurasian bittern, Gila monster, and straw-coloured fruit bat. Velabhort's favourite animals are the golden eagle, Virginia opossum, hellbender, black-footed ferret, and common snapping turtle. Mulavozje’s favourite animals are the black giant squirrel, horseshoe crab, mountain hare, Eurasian otter, and red wolf.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite flowers are the scarlet pimpernel, burnt candytuft, Rocky Mountain Columbine, oak-leaf hydrangea, and star of Bethlehem. Velabhort's favourite flowers are the hellebore, bee orchid, California poppy, coast rhododendron, and broad-leaved anemone. Mulavozje’s favourite flowers are the grape hyacinth, mountain laurel, Indian paintbrush, Spanish broom, and early purple orchid.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite comfort foods are one-pot paneer curry pie, deep-fried Mars bars, cock-a-leekie soup, pita with hummus, jalapeno poppers, and salami. Velabhort's favourite comfort foods are rollmops, hladetina, caramel shortbread, hunter’s stew, pepperoni bites, and braised short ribs. Mulavozje’s favourite comfort foods are creamy spinach and artichoke chicken skillet, carrots with garlic mayonnaise, honeycomb toffee, crème brûlée, zagorski štrukli, and clapshot.

Tighezorvanus’ favourite colours are thunderbird, sea nymph, and the hues of the hibiscus flowers on his Aloha shirt. Velabhort's favourite colours are cornflower, orange peel, granny smith apple, and the hue of his trench coat. Mulavozje’s favourite colours are rose bud cherry, shadow green, affair, and glacier.

Tighezorvanus’ biggest pet peeves are slow drivers, passive-aggressiveness, nails on a chalkboard, those who cut him in line, individuals who don’t pick up after their dogs, people giving him the silent treatment, and pet hair all over clothes, floor or furniture. Velabhort's biggest pet peeves are tapping, papercuts, slurping loudly, gum chewing, slow Internet, bumper stickers, unwanted staring and attention, sidewalk hogs, and unnecessarily crowded places. Mulavozje’s biggest pet peeves are double dipping, chewing nails, misspelling, crumbs in the butter, not resetting the microwave, and askew pictures.

Tighezorvanus took on a wide range of odd jobs in order to fund a good chunk of his college education. These odd jobs consist of being a babysitter, grocery deliverer, dog-walker, groundskeeper, bingo manager at an old age retirement home, customer service representative, tutor, and voiceover artist.

Tighezorvanus owns a 2017 Honda Civic Type R, but Mulavozje prefers to ride a bike as he’s worried about environmental sustainability.

Whenever Tighezorvanus and his alter egos listen to classical music, they fondly reminisce on their father’s love for it.

During the time Tighezorvanus and his fiancée were dating, he randomly asked her if she wanted to see him jerk off. He's still embarrassed by that and he believes that Velabhort was trying to break through at that moment.

Tighezorvanus likes to pop his back

He’s secretly a good ventriloquist

He usually prefers to prop his feet up on furniture

Tighezorvanus often takes huge bites of food

Tighezorvanus moves a fair amount when talking because he doesn’t like to simply stand there and do nothing.

He doesn’t like to admit that he has nearsightedness

He drinks a lot of soda and smoothies

He secretly likes to paint his and other people’s nails

Velabhort likes to one-up people

He’s quite suspicious of other people

He’s a functioning alcoholic

Velabhort is a control freak

Velabhort never admits when he’s wrong and gets aggressive when people confront him about his behaviour.

He likes to sit facing away from the door

He has a loud, distinctive laugh

Mulavozje likes to sit at the very end of a row (e.g. couch)

He taps his chin or strokes his nose when thinking

Mulavozje rolls his eyes a lot

Mulavozje is great at debates

He prefers home-cooked food

He frequently adjusts his sleeves or black jeans

He bobs his left foot when sitting cross-legged

He occasionally monologues, but it's often interrupted by someone near him.

Tighezorvanus’ guilty pleasure is watching or listening to anything that has cheesy elements such as motivational videos, movies, and music playlists. He only does this because it brightens up his day and makes them feel less boring. Velabhort's guilty pleasure is masturbating in the closet or shower, so he can feel “alive” and “not empty inside”. Mulavozje’s guilty pleasure is observing strangers and imagining their stories.

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