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#with no remorse
cuddles-with-dragons · 3 months
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Crosshair: If you’re flying through the desert and your boat gets a flat tire, what should you have in your pockets?
Wrecker: Blue, because ice cream has no bones.
Tech: *unholy screeching*
Hunter: guys PLEASE stop Tech is already stressed out enough
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theluckiestlb · 1 year
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“Oh, but it’s simply an image, Adrien. It’s not really you. And since this image frees you from your obligations, we, the Agrestes, can spend more time together. But, if you would prefer for everything to revert back to the way it was, just let me know.”
This man clearly knows how starved Adrien is for affection. Gabriel knows his son would bend over backwards for meager crumbs of attention. He has so expertly conditioned him—it’s literal supply and demand—as if love were a finite resource that could be ripped away at a moment’s notice. 
One party has all of the power and resources at their disposal, the other will accept any garbage treatment due to years of isolation from human connection.
The illusion is free will.
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samsdean · 2 years
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HOW ARE THESE TWO PEOPLE THE SAME PERSON??
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Rereading this sausage parade of a book to record Sabina moments. Ugh...the things I do for love...
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Though it's been said 100x by others, this quote will never not be iconic
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themthistles · 1 year
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truly believe end of ep5/beginning of ep6 is when jwds' mutual unhinged obsession begins. like before this it's mostly juwon clowning on his own (delusional denial style) but from that point on dongsik joins in on the gay madness
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This bitch won't stop following you into the bathroom wyd?
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softgrungeprophet · 1 year
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wow not only did nick spencer make sins past even worse and fuck over harry's character on top of killing him again, apparently he also retconned that time peter killed a dude with a missile :/
guess we can't have anything anymore :/
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catboydogma · 2 years
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👀👀👀 at 'with no remorse'
RUBS HANDS this is actually next on my list once i finish in silhouettes i’ve been THINKING about it .... rexwalker with a side of tank anakin, inspired by one of @/maderilien’s art pieces (of tank anakin). a snibbet for u :)
wip folder ask game! 
“Sir….” Rex tried to catch Anakin’s hands but Anakin just kept frantically checking him for injury, face set in a heavy scowl. Sometimes he wondered at it, the way his General was so expressive and unafraid to show it. “Anakin.” He caught Anakin by the wrists, firm at first then gentle, and pressed them to his own grimy, carbon-scored chestplate. “It’s alright. I’m okay, you’re okay. I wasn’t even injured.”
Anakin stared down at him for a fraught moment, practically vibrating with his suppressed nerves. He was so much taller than Rex that this close, he had to practically crane his head back to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Anakin said abruptly. “For what I said. Earlier.”
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lucithecrow · 10 months
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My parents subconsciously feel bad for neglecting me when I was younger, so now they mostly just get whatever I want if I ask. I'm going to drain they're money and I'm haply doing it :D
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wynnyfryd · 8 months
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Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:
Eddie, 21
guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy
“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.
He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…
Bored.
And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?
Steve swipes.
It’s a match.
He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.
Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?
Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.
Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?
Steve: Uhh…
Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.
Steve: Your bio? 🫣
Eddie: huh?
Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous
Steve: What’s that?
Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.
Eddie: okay, what?
Steve: What? I’m so confused lol
Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:
Eddie: hold pls
Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.
Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.
Finally, finally, a new message pops up.
Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤
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phantomrose96 · 8 months
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Im usually much too shy to send asks but you gotta be the change you want to see, and i agree that asks need to stay so: would you rather right 1 horse sized rat, or 100 rat sized horses?
ah yikes... so my knee jerk reaction is "the 100 rat-sized horses, certainly, as those can be picked off one at a time." however the risk of my conscience catching up to me by the 30th or 40th horse is too great. how much death could I inflict upon these rat-sized horses before I vow to see death no more? even if pure survival instinct drives me through all 100, what of the aftermath? surrounded by the carnage of 100 tiny horses with only my own wet breath among 100 still chests? inconceivable. war is hell.
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txttletale · 10 months
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really have no patience for people who say they want 'accountability' or 'an apology' and then criticize apologies for not performing remorse in the way they'd personally prefer. makes it really clear that what they actually want is the thrill of having inflicted visible emotional pain
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bamsara · 3 months
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She bit through an entire stack of sticker paper????? BITCH?????
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arty-cakes · 2 months
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forgot i did this a few months ago ⭐️
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cemeterything · 8 months
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i think a lot about the phrasing of this monologue. melanie could have said "it stayed because i let it" or "because i needed it" and absolved herself of some of the responsibility for her actions by framing herself as a passive participant, detached herself from her actions and emotions and agency during her time as an avatar of the slaughter, but she doesn't. she admits that it felt good to hurt people. that she enjoyed it. that she chose to let her anger out and use it to do harm when given the opportunity, that she actively made the decision to embrace it rather than resist it. that despite knowing how bad it was, a part of her still misses it, even now. misses the power it gave her over others. misses the feeling of being in control. in a story where personal agency and the lack thereof is as central as it is in the magnus archives, it's simultaneously sympathetic and sickening to hear someone candidly admit that that felt too good to want to stop, no matter the cost. it stayed because i wanted it.
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ashersanity · 3 months
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— “Shit, who’s my good boy?”
-> content warning! dub-con?, blood, m top bastard! reader
Ever get that high whenever you ruin a cocky bitch, reducing them to a blubbering mess beneath you as they frantically claw at any nearby surface to steady themselves? Dumb fuck, bitten lips normally quirked up into a smug smirk now oozing fresh droplets of blood running over their chin. The panted sighs that escape them, wheezing and gasping, struggling for any sort of breaths. Just the glassy look in their eyes, the wet eyelashes beaded with tears, freely running down their flushed cheeks. Makes you wanna ruin them, bruised fingers curling deeper through the strands of their hair and using it as leverage to fuck ‘em.
If they’re going to be all bark and no bite, might as well use them like they’re meant to be used, slutty and begging to be stuffed full of your cock. Idly rubbing a rough palm over your throbbing, clothed erection, barely constrained by the constricting fabric holding it back. It’s almost amusing, how the stupid fucker is so helplessly out of it, that they don’t even flinch at the smack of your cockhead, oozing precum against their bloodied lips. With a low curse, prying their mouth apart, experimentally slipping a finger in to drag over their pink tongue. Whorish, instinctively sucking on the pad of your thumb only for it to be replaced by something thicker, hotter insistently nudging against their swollen flesh.
Alright, so you might be the bastard here for even taking advantage of the bitch like this, but after all they’ve done to you. Snarky and bratty, never once listening to your well-intentioned advice, it’s only fair to do as you please with them. Fuck it. Cockhead weeping pre-cum, you shove the entirety of your length inside their mouth, head thrown back at the warm, tight heat snugly wrapped around your fat cock. There’s no gentleness to your action, none of that crap, not after how they’ve acted as you grasp for the back of their head, practically face fucking them. Stifled whimpers slipping into needy whines, curve of their throat rhythmically bobbing in time with each of your heated thrusts. Equivalent of a fucking glory hole, that’s what it is. This stupid, dumb bastard is now all yours and they’re gagging on your cock as though they’ve just been given the taste of it.
— “Fuck, fuck — Haah.. That’s my good fucking bitch. Keep suckin’ like that fer’ me.”
That’s right, balls tightening in need, pulsing cum squirting across their pretty face, burying yourself into the back of their sloppy mouth one last time. Your thick, sticky load dripping from between their lips, struggling to take it all in as you begrudgingly part away from them at last.
— “Make sure to swallow it all, you slut.”
And they do — they do just that, swallowing your thick seed with a faint gulp, dazed off of your fucking cock. Utterly broken.
— “Now that’s my boy.”
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whitney, avery, remy, gojo satoru?, suguru geto?, childe?, toji fushiguro?, kaeya alberich?, scaramouche?, reo mikage?, your favorites. shit, i fucking forgot.
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