#death day

[proudmythicalbeast]

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#unus annus #death day #ethan nestor #mark fischbach #crankgameplays #markiplier #rip #memento mori #memento vivere

[notyinnina]

Pelle Ohlin's Death

Back on April 8, 1991, famous black metal singer and front man of Mayhem was found dead by his bandmate, Øystein Aarseth, best known as Euronymous.

He was last seen on April 5, but later found on April 8.

Pelle Ohlin, or Dead, was found dead with his wrists cut in a vertical line and a two way bullet hole in his head. Pellen had previously cut himself and then shot himself in his room.

The death of the front man affected the people around him, even if they knew about his suicidal intentions. Pelle had previously shown signs that he was already planning on committing suicide, things like acting more cheerful around others or sending his brother a collection of books he liked.

If you ever feel like life is meaningless or a friend feels that way, you can always call or text the suicidal hotline, 988. This will connect you to your closest 988 Lifeline Crisis Center.

#Spotify #black metal #death metal #notyinnina #yinnina #music #mayhem #dead mayhem #euronymous #dead #death day #date of death

[lorrainmorgan]

Serpent’s Taste

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

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With a slow but gentle thrust, Ominis entered into her depths, conquering and claiming her with every inch of his being.

Ominis' hand gently caressed the back of her torso slowly, as he tried to think of the right words to say. He took a deep breath, and slowly spoke the words that she wanted to hear so passionately, the ones he wanted to speak to her for quite some time now. Ominis' felt his heart racing, unsure if Lorra wanted the same as he.

Ominis took her hand and placed it on his heart, where she felt it pounding against her palm.

"Lorrain, Lorra, I am absolutely, positively, irrevocably, unequivocally and undoubtedly... in love with you." The blonde wizard finally confessed.

As they sat close together, their lips hovered only inches apart, the electricity between them was almost unbearable. A soft moan escaped her lips, igniting a primal surge of desire in Ominis. He felt an overwhelming need to take her, practically purring with anticipation. Lorrain slowly placed his hands on her cheeks, wordlessly conveying his desire for her. It was as if their bodies were speaking a language all their own, begging for each other's touch.

Gasping for the sweet taste of her, Ominis's hand tangled in her hair, tugging her towards him with a rough urgency. Their bodies melded together in a sweet embrace as he pressed her down onto the couch. Lorra's back arched instinctively, inviting him closer as his lips trailed down her neck, mapping every inch of her skin. Lorra luxuriated in the weight of Ominis' body over hers, feeling the heat and strength of him. A low growl escaped his lips as she explored his sides with her hands, pulling at his elegant shirt with each passing second, desperate to feel more of him against her fingertips.

"Does it hurt?" Lorra's fingers traced over Ominis' clothed member, causing him to gasp at the sudden touch. His mind raced with thoughts and questions as he struggled to control his desire. No one had ever touched him before. But he couldn't deny the fire that burned within him at her touch.

With careful precision, Lorra unzipped his emerald green pants, releasing his throbbing cock into her waiting hand. Ominis' breath caught in his throat as she stroked him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

But then, abruptly, he pulled away from her. Despite the overwhelming urge to continue, Ominis knew it was wrong. He was a gentleman and she was a lady - how could he treat her so rudely? She deserved more than just being used for his own lustful desires. In that moment, he hated himself for succumbing to his base instincts.

"Lorrain, I'm sorry," Ominis breathed, his voice pained and unsure. "I don't know if I'll be able to still be myself if we- If I continue..." He warned, his fingers trembling as they grazed over her skin.

But Lorrain's touch was like fire against his icy skin, her hand guiding his own to the soaked entrance hidden beneath her laced dress. Her body was already eager for him, her wetness a telltale sign of her desire. And Ominis couldn't resist the invitation, exploring her at his own pace with a mix of tenderness and anticipation.

"Please, say something if I-" he began, but she cut him off with a soft moan.

"I will, Ominis," Lorra reassured him. She knew Ominis needed her verbal and physical approval if he wanted to make any further moves.

Without any more words, her arousal was clear. He continued to explore her, he circled his fingers over her sensitive spot, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips as she surrendered to him. Her breath caught in her throat as she guided his finger inside her, causing her to gasp and whimper. Ominis curled his finger, finding that sweet spot inside her that sent electric shocks through her body, making her knees weak.

With a flick of his wand, Ominis undid the delicate buttons on her dress. The fabric fell away, revealing her sweet virgin breasts, pink nipples already hard with anticipation for his touch.

They collapsed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, their breathing ragged and labored. Lorra's back hit the ground with a thud, but she hardly noticed as Ominis' lips descended to her chest. His tongue slowly traced circles around one nipple, while his other hand gently pinched and twisted the other, making her tremble. She let out a guttural moan, unable to control the pleasure coursing through her as he introduced a second finger inside her without warning. sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. Ominis could feel his own arousal building as he ground himself against Lorra's thigh, desperate for the release only she could give him. The mingling scents of their passion hung thick in the air like an intoxicating perfume, sending their senses into overdrive.

In the soft flickering light of floating candles, Lorra could just make out Ominis' body hovering over hers. His touch was suffocating but in the most delicious way.

Ominis spread her legs wider. Lorra released a strangled cry of approval. Her legs tremble under his touch as he traced the curves and crevices of her thighs with his cold fingers. The soft skin yielded to his touch, leaving deep imprints like valleys carved by a rugged terrain. Ominis reveled the power he held over Lorra, controlling her body with just a simple touch. She was captive under him, naked and untamed like a mythical nymph from a Greek tragedy, beckoning him closer with every breath.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Please-” and her hips strained up towards him, desperate for his touch.

Their actions were reckless, driven by a consuming madness that threatened to consumed them both. But they were willing to lose themselves completely if it meant being together in that moment of raw passion and desire.

Ominis ears savored the sound of her desperate pleas, begging him, a symphony of desire that fueled his fire even more. He never imagined being with Lorrain in such an intimate way, and he reveled in the feeling. His grip on her hand tightened, while his other hand guided her waist, leading him towards the perfect angle for his next move. With a slow but gentle thrust, Ominis entered into her depths, conquering and claiming her with every inch of his being. Lorra arched her back and let out a guttural moan as he filled her to the brim, pulsing heat radiating from her core. The new sensation nearly overwhelmed him, causing growls to escape from deep within his chest.

"Are you okay?" Ominis' senses were so consumed by his desire that he had almost forgotten his ability to speak.

"I- I am," Lorrain replied, caressing Ominis' hand with her thumb. "Are you?"

"More than okay. Please, if I hurt you in any way, I'll stop immediately. I don't want to-" Before he could finish his sentence, Lorra silenced him with a desperate kiss, their lips and bodies melding together in a frenzy of desire.

With each delicate thrust, he commanded unearthly cries and desperate prayers from her lips. Her hips moved to meet his every plunge, a frantic dance of lusty need. Her delicate hands traced the scars that marked Ominis' back.

His lips latch onto her neck, leaving crimson welted in their wake as he sucked hungrily at her flesh. Ominis' need to claim what was now his, was palpable, driving him to leave a trail of destruction and possession on every inch of Lorra's body.

Gaunt’s hands were everywhere, grabbing and pulling at her with a desperate hunger. There was no space between them, no barrier to hold back their passion as they melded into one being, lost in the euphoria of their connection. Despite all reason, they couldn't get close enough, couldn't get enough of each other's raw intensity.

She hungrily devoured his lips, swallowing every curse and moan escaping from his own mouth. He couldn't even register the sounds emanating from him as she consumed everything he had to offer.

Ominis’ desperation intensified as he longed to feel her reach the peak of ecstasy, but his body had a mind of its own. His release builded deep in his gut, threatening to consume him completely first. The intense pulsing of Ominis' cock and his fingers had Lorra gasping and moaning.

His name was a prayer on her lips, escaping in muffled screams as she shattered into a million pieces under his touch. Ominis surrendered to her, allowing himself to be pulled down onto her writhing body as she reached her orgasm. Lorra felt herself teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, her muscles clenching and pulsing around his length, driving him to the brink of madness as he filled her with his hot, pulsating essence.

They lingered in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and fused by a fiery passion that refused to die out. Ominis' head rested in the curve of her neck, his hot breath against her skin. Every inch of their bodies where they touched was charged with electricity, and no corner of their skin was left untouched.

No part of their bodies were left untouched as they continued delicately to explore each other.

As the minutes ticked by, Lorrain leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Ominis' nose, coaxing him out of his drowsy state. The warmth of her breath mixed with the cold air of the room, created a gentle fog around them. He stirred from his slumber, his unseeing eyes slowly opening as he reached for his wand.

Ominis let out a deep sigh as Lorrain tended to him, her skilled hands working diligently to fix him up. She carefully buttoned up his shirt, fastened his suspend, and secured his gala brooch in its rightful place. As she worked, he felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.

For some reason, Ominis felt Lorrain wasn't just fixing him up physically, but also mending the pieces of himself that had been lost long time ago. After she finished with him, he returned the favor by gently helping her back into her elegant laced dress and slipping silk gloves onto her delicate arms. As for her hair, he left it up to her expert styling.

“We should get going, it's past 1 am and I don't want Peeves coming our way and start yelling and waking up thew whole castle” Lorra said while she put her hair in a bun.

Ominis chuckled softly at her statement. It was true after all.

The Slytherins headed back to their common room, Lorrain's hand held tightly by Ominis' as he guided them through the dark and winding corridors of the castle. Their footsteps echoed against the stone walls, a rhythmic soundtrack to their giggles and laughter. They couldn't stop talking about what had just happened, reminiscing in a cute yet slightly embarrassed way. It was endearing to witness their playful banter and listen to their shared memories of that -very- special evening.

As they walked, Ominis could feel Lorrain's hand trembling slightly in his own, a telltale sign of her shyness and embarrassment. But there was something undeniably cute about her voice and nervous laugher.

But at the mere entrance, somebody stopped Lorra abruptly, grabbing her by her wrist. Their low and demonic voice echoed through the air like a vengeful spirit from the depths of hell. The hairs on Ominis' neck stood on end as he froze in place.

"How was your late night escapade, little brother?".

Notes

👉 Short but sweet. I didn't want their first time to be so... rough? 🫣 At least not yet. Specially imagining how nervous and "hungry" Ominis might have been. He's a healthy young man... with basic needs... So I imagined him being yes, nervous but... eager at the same time 😏

👉 Ominis little baby feet. That's the phrase.

👉 Again, this is an edit of the older chapter I wrote long ago. The previous work was all over the place and had no direction at all. But I'm grateful for all the people who took the time to read it and liked it at the time 🥰

👉 Only one more cover to go and I'll be all set to continue publishing the story! *Happy snake noises*

#ominis gaunt #ominis smut #ominis gaunt fanart #ominis gaunt x mc #looking thru my eyes #ominis gaunt fanfiction #hogwarts legacy smut #slytherin #absolute filth #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #deathdayballroom #death day

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP short prompt

The Justice League needs to summon the Ghost King for one reason or another. The only problem. They're summoning him on his death day. Now they have a very not ok teen on their hands and without a clue on what to do to fix it.

#dc x dp crossover #justice league #danny fenton #ghost king danny #death day #danny is not having a good time

[atomicsheepscientist]

Danny Phantom Scene idea:

Ok, this is literally just one moment, not even really a prompt, but I really wanted to write it out.

So, DP Fandom often has a ghosts' death day be significant. Usually, this means Danny relives his death in some way (this Fandom really does not treat our main character very nice, but I can't say anything because I do the same).

Anyway, the scene:

Danny was trying to get away from this conversation. He knew he had to get back to the privacy of his own home, and fast. But this person refused to let him leave!

Then, his alarm goes off, and he knows it's too late. He sighs and says, "OK, don't freak out," before having a full on seizure and falling to the ground. He appears to be dead.

The person he was talking to does in fact freak out. They check him for a pulse, but find none. Danny is not showing any signs of life and this person is freaking out even more and calling for help (rude, danny said not to do that!).

Then, miraculously, Danny gasps and opens his eyes. He's alive! And totally fine, so please stop freaking out. Please, he explicitly said not to freak! Now, he should really leave before whatever help was called gets here. Bye!

#danny phantom #writing prompts #scene ideas #danny fenton #death day #just casually dying #i picture the length of him being dead is the same as when he first died and came back

[soapkaars]

Today (well, half an hour ago) was Peter Lorre’s death day, and in honour of him I've been watching some of his films: The Chase, My Favourite Brunette, Was Frauen träumen, and Number 5 Checked Out (screen director's playhouse). I’m closing off the day with this drawing inspired on one of my favourite rough gems that he played in: The Chase, a dream-like film noir where a man suffering from hallucinations is a chauffeur to a dangerous criminal. Gino, played by Lorre, is his right hand man and occupies this man's imagination as a death-like figure, chasing after him in Havana. My favourite part is when they first meet, standing in a hallway filled with Grecian pillars. I decided to draw him in a Casa Colonial, the type I grew up with in Venezuela and also haunt my own dreams.

#peter lorre #drawing #fanart #the chase #gino #death day #film noir

[lovingsylvia]

Today marks the 61st anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death! RIP!

Sylvia Plath 27 October 1932 Jamaica Plain, Boston, Massachusetts, USA - 11 February 1963, Primrose Hill, London, England, United Kingdom

…

"I want to live each day for itself like a string of colored beads, and not kill the present by cutting it up in cruel little snippets to fit some desperate architectural draft for a taj mahal in the future."

–The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Excerpt: December II for December 1955

...

Photo: Sylvia Plath at Smith College Quadigras dance in May 1954

#sylvia plath #sylviaplath #the unabridged journals of sylvia plath #sylvia plath quotes #quotes #on this day #otd #death day #deathday #sylvia plath calendar #1963 #1954 #1955 #smith college

[daydreaming-bee]

In honor of my Birthday; a Danny Phantom thought…

Danny’s Death-Day. What is it like: is it a normal day, does he relive his death? Are all the ghosts in a truce on his D-Day? Are their presents like for your Birthday?

And also assuming ghosts only care to celebrate their Death-Day… does Danny feel obligated to celebrate his D-Day? Does he still celebrate his Birthday? Is he sad and angsty on his D-Day or is he happy that he’s noticed.

And a new thing that I just thought of right now. From the Funeral AU prompt… would he be open to talking about his Death-Day to anyone? Like would they hold the Celebration/Funeral on his Death-Day?

I just feel like these thoughts could work for really any mood; if you want angst, fluff or hurt/comfort

#dp #danny phantom #death day #birthday #ghosts #funeral au #danny phantom crossover #danny fenton #celebration #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #dp x dc

[cjs-51703]

On this day (1/28) eleven years ago in the anime/fourteen years ago in the manga, Light Yagami died after six years of reigning as Kira.

#anime #manga #death note #anniversary #death day #light yagami #1.28 #kira death note #one of the best moments in anime history #istg

[magicalstevengames]

What if Bianca di Angelo was always meant to die on Christmas 2007? Without the prophecy/Lotus casino, she would've been 91. A perfectly normal age to die at. I think that regardless of whether she was in the casino for 70, or 30 or only 1 year, ultimately she would've lived to die on that day. That's her destined death date.

Now, I don't know about what would happen if she was in the casino that day. Maybe she would desperately need fresh air and fall out a window, or choke on food and further traumatized Nico. But she would've died that day.

#bianca di angelo #christmas 2007 #death day #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #the titans curse #hunters of artemis

[theresthesnitch]

All this talk about Sirius's death day. Who are you all talking about? Sirius didn't die? Like you expect him to just be killed off in some sort tragic plot point that has no other purpose than to make us feel sad. He would never die like that. He's not dead at all.

#sirius black #death day #how rude to think that he's dead

[captainknell]

The tomb of Marshal Lannes

May 31, 1809

#napoleonic marshals #jean lannes #marshal lannes #death day #tomb of Marshal Lannes #may 31 1809

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Carlos Schwabe - Death day, 1890-92.

#Carlos Schwabe #Death day #death #mourning #veil #alone

[shyuwe]

“Invictus” - Jason Todd Death Day Animatic

#WITH 4 MINUTES TO SPARE ON PST #I MAKE IT IN #red hood #jason todd #batman #dc comics #batfamily #death day #jason death day #animatic #special shoutout to all of my friends who downloaded procreate #so they could block in my frames #and ankh #who believed

[audreyhalessaviour]

First Anniversary...

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#audrey hale #death day #anniversary

[soapkaars]

It being Lorre's death day, I felt like I had to make a drawing for today. Someone pointed out that Lorre has now been dead for as long as he lived, and that seems like an interesting morbid milestone to keep in mind

#peter lorre #death day #don't ask me where he got the party stuff from