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#WIP: Sacrifice
sofancydancy · 3 months
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The grip his stomach has on me is insane--
Hi!! Editing to thank you all so much and to say the finished version is now in the replies/with the link! 💜
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oooocleo · 1 year
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swapped out the wip for the final (probably??) version to keep my blog looking somewhat clean
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inky-duchess · 5 months
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Kiva & Nikolai - Art and Music, a study of a deep betrayal
Two Birds by Regina Spektor
Judas kissing Jesus, Sacred Santuario Scala Santa, Rome, Italy
The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird by Rachel Zegler
Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish
Medea Sarcophagus, Altes Museum in Berlin, Germany (140–150 CE)
vampire by Olivia Rodrigo
We have always been meant to burn together - House of the Dragon
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sexiestwerewolf · 1 month
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I sense a theme here
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cloudofbutterflies92 · 5 months
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WIP WEDNESDAY
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I was tagged by the lovely @simonxriley , this time however it is not the first chapter of Fire and Gasoline (I'm working on it) but a small introduction to an original story that I thought of (maybe I won't even finish it) starring Sam and Margaret respectively as two detectives searching for a serial killer
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MDNI: Strong language and hints NSFW
The alarm, the damn alarm as every morning had awakened him from the slumber he had dragged on after yet another night spent in the company of a random woman.
The drugs as every time had failed to do their job, damn psychologist. Like hell he was going to spend any more money on that shit, the redhead next to him had failed to even give him a decent blowjob.
No one could give him a decent blowjob like his Eileen, her joy of life before that son of a bitch ripped her away from him.
No, still those images of her crucified like a sacrificial lamb, like in one of those Renaissance paintings. The sacrificial victim. All because he, Joel Mason had been assigned to that case.
"Are you okay, do you want some help?" the soft voice of the woman who was keeping him company massaged his shoulders, lips compulsively kissing his ear. He couldn't wait to dump her, in the end it was just a one night stand, yet another to forget his sweet Eileen.
"There are towels in the second dresser by the mirror," he stood up, putting on his sweatpants "take a shower, I'll make breakfast."
He wasn't here for the chicanery, he had said that the night before. Just to fill an unbridgeable void. The unbridgeable void that his Eileen had left him.
It was very quickly done, the girl didn't even ask questions. Quick breakfast and then shot from his sight. He had to know eventually.
"I hope I'm on time" after a few hours he found himself in the car, ready for another morning of work he would have preferred to avoid, especially with the headache he had.
"Ohi don't you look good "his colleague Zach joined him, he couldn't stand him but was the only one who cared about him. They had known each other for years, same course of study and had often covered each other's asses.
"Stanley save yourself the trouble, what do we have?"
"He struck again, I mean Hades. And we have a colleague from what I understand to be new."
Not only had the bastard struck again, but now he had to look after a new recruit? Some higher force must have had it in for him, even if he wasn't a believer. If only he had been, he probably would have surely explained that this was a divine test for him.
"Can't Cunningham do it? I don't have to babysit, not with a fool like that around."
"Um" a female voice behind them caught their attention. Joel's heart for a moment stopped, he looked at the nameplate on his breast pocket:detective Eden Park.
"Eileen is that you?"
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xejune · 5 months
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a happier ending
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timbourinedrake · 9 months
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Finally posting the Talia focused animatic I have been working on, because I don't know when I'll get time to finish it and I like it too much to let it rot in my folder.
This is based on the events of Batman: Son of the Demon and the song is Wife by Mitski
I have a whole lot of thoughts on how this song reflects Talia's treatment as a character both within comics and outside of them, and how she is always treated as the mother/daughter/love interest rather than an individual in her own right. These roles are important to her but she is also more than them, she is her own person. I think it's super interesting to look at how Talia would wrestle with balancing these roles whilst also not letting them be her own defining trait.
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The Gray Ascendancy is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game where the flow is controlled by player's choice, set in the world of magic that is as capricious as its very first wielders. It tells a story of revenge, court intrigue, age-old ache, self-determination and agency, with the player straight at the core of it all. [learn more]
play on itch.io
In this release:
report to the Gray Regent
meet your one-sided rival
have an informative conversation with your handler (and try to be professional about it)
glean into the state of the affairs in the Daelan court
learn what twisted way you will be making up for your failure
Extra features:
the default font is set to be larger and darker
codex page expanded with small helper text to each entry
text corrections
fixed Arthur's title in the introduction
Coming in the next release:
packing
goodbyes (?)
new friends
If you see any errors, discontinuities, typos or bugs, please let me know in the askbox! Otherwise I'm happy to receive anything you have to say after reading, hope you enjoy!
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mkstrigidae · 17 days
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This one is Jon's arrival and first day at the wall, and a conversation with a LOT of subtext. It's a pretty important one for beginning to unpack the mythology/lore driving the story, and I'm curious to hear what you guys think of it! This one is wildly unedited, so pardon the possible capitalization errors/clunky sentences.
Jon reached out, placing a trembling hand on the great wall. immediately, he began to feel his knees buckling, taking a gasping breath to try and center himself again.
He had always known that Bran the Builder had constructed the wall, had used magics beyond any house’s gifts today, to create the towering monolith.
What he hadn’t realized was just how much magic was humming in the layers of ice and- he blinked, unsure.
He’d always thought the wall was ice and rock, but something nagged at the back of his mind.
“Uncle-“ he asked, later, quietly, as they stood atop the structure, “what is the wall made of?”
Benjen was quiet for a moment, turning eyes on him that had always been more perceptive than Jon cared for. Twyla didn’t blink as she stood behind her bonded, her golden eyes piercing him.
The oldest stories we have speak of it being Bran the Builder’s creation.” Benjen murmured, his voice pitched so that only Jon could hear it under the whistle of the wind atop the wall. “Ice created of magic wilder than you or I could dream of.”
Ghost gave a snort beside him, his breath clouding the chilled air. Jon agreed.
“And what do you believe?” he asked his uncle, grateful for the fire that flowed through his veins as the temperature dropped.
“I believe that no stark- not even a winter-blooded one has ever been able to do anything-“ Benjen gestured around him, “Like this. Not Torrhen, not Brandon the Breaker, not even-“ he swallowed, looking down into Jon’s eyes with something that looked oddly like guilt. He turned away the next second, continuing. “If the Stark gift before Torrhen was really that powerful-“ he sighed, looking down over the frosted landscape, “Then why did the gods take the winter-blood gift from us when we needed it the most? Why, if Bran the builder could use our gift to protect the entire north with something as massive as the wall, did it not protect us from the clutches- the claws- of dragons?”
Jon felt a hot rush of shame in his veins as he thought of the Targaryen conquers bringing the north to heel 300 years ago. Would that his blood was only Stark. His uncle’s hand on his shoulder cut him off the next minute, though, and Jon realized that his expression was affectionate, and held no blame.
“You are a Stark.” Benjen reminded him, softly. “Not what blood the man who sired you gave you. The old gods granted you the gift of skinchanging- no Southerner has ever been able to do that.” Jon nodded, his throat tight as his uncle squeezed his shoulder. The flames leapt up his throat, flickering against his insides, but he held them down.
“The winter-blood gift was… harsh.” Benjen continued, looking Northward with a distant expression on his face. “Skinchanging- warging- is akin to communing with the old gods through the creatures they brought forth in the first days. It brings out the truth of a man-“
“Or woman.” Jon said, thinking of Arya’s ferocity and the ease in which she slipped in and out of various creatures.
“Or woman.” Benjen chuckled in agreement. “it allows us to connect to the old gods in a way the winter-blooded never could.”
Jon frowned.
You have heard tales of our ancestors, Jon.” Benjen sighed, his shoulders dropping. “Harsh, cold men- many of whom held a powerful ambition and the gift to make it truth. All of whom were winter-blooded. It’s a magic that can easily corrupt- turning hearts to ice as the self is lost. It doesn’t feel akin to greensight or skinchanging- but rather something other. Something older and harsher. Winter was never meant to be a gift.”
“But it’s been gone for 300 years.” Jon’s brows drew together.
Benjen was quiet for a second, and something prodded at the back of Jon’s mind.
“What testimonials we have written of it are telling.” he answered, finally. “And the feel of it can be found in the crypts among the oldest of the tombs. Magic harsh and alien enough that, at times, not even the weirwood will draw on it for nourishment.” they were silent for a moment.
“Do you think it will ever come back?” Jon asked, feeling the bite of the wind on his skin. “The winter-blood gift?”
“We are better stewards of the north- better men- as skinchangers.” Benjen told him, with some finality, his face darkening. “The greatest stories of the winter-blood gift speak of impossibilities like the wall, or of power that twisted the minds of men and made them something less than human. Less than alive.” He smiled at Jon, but something about it was strained. “As skinchangers, we can see through the eyes of others- we can hold a sacred bond with the guardians of the weirwood.” He buried a steadying hand in Twyla’s thick fur. Though still massive, she was a leaner creature than most of the direwolves, though Jon knew it only lent her a speed that none of them had. “If the winter-blood gift ever was returned to us, I would pray it was given to someone who could tame it. Who could temper the danger. and not be swallowed whole by it.”
Jon frowned, searching his uncle’s face. It felt as though they were having two separate conversations.
“But to be able to create something as magnificent as the wall-“
“No man could ever create something as powerful as the wall.” Benjen shut him down. “Not alone, and not instantly. Magic undoubtedly helped build the wall, but no man could ever hold onto a power that absolute. It would destroy them.” He twisted his face. “Regardless of whatever magics built the wall, you have to decide soon if you’ll devote yourself to guarding and protecting it. There’s little room for questioning once you’ve chosen, and it makes men uneasy to speak of the wall’s origins, Jon.” he sighed. “The wall is a strange and not well understood marvel. such things can inspire awe, or they can inspire suspicion. To discuss it is… not done.”
Jon nodded, his tongue heavy in his mouth with more questions, but he remained quiet, thinking of all his uncle had spoken of as they watched the night fall over the far north.
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sofancydancy · 3 months
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Okay, so the poll reached about 70% on this one and I jumped on it because I'm ADHD...Seriously, thank you for those who voted!! Going for a Lucretia type of martyr! I am obsessed with the stomach currently because the original painting is so fleshy! Also: from far away this looks like a spicy novel cover
Gale approves
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voxofthevoid · 25 days
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30 pleeekk
Tagging @theseraphalexiel since you also wanted 30!
Thanks for asking, both of you 💙
30. sacrifice your consent for me
Omegaverse-canonverse alpha/omega where Gojou goes into heat during the basement days, and instead of doing something sane, he deliberately triggers Yuuji’s first rut.
That title says it all, huh? I'm pretty fond of this idea. It's got a couple of images that haunt me:
Brief sparring scene where Gojou pins Yuuji down for a little too long, stares a little too intently, breathes a little too deeply.
Post-dinner washing up. Gojou crowds Yuuji from behind, very calmly asks Yuuji's an alpha isn't he, and Yuuji says yeah he will be—what in the world is Gojou doing? Gojou burying his nose behind Yuuji's ear and dragging it down to his inactive scent glands—still a sensitive erogenous spot. Sucks on it. Yuuji's having a Time, especially with how he can feel all of Gojou pressed up behind him.
Gropey Gojou Galore: hands under Yuuji's shirt, face all over his hair and neck. Yuuji's realization that Gojou's scent marking. Stuttered question of what Gojou's designation is, Gojou only saying Yuuji knows the answer. Turns Yuuji around to kiss him—not Yuuji's first kiss but it is his first time someone's trying to crawl into him through his mouth. Gojou dropping to his knees, panting into Yuuji's stomach while working his pants off. Sloppy blowjob. Yuuji's hand trying to push Gojou away becoming a hand keeping him there. It's all fun and nice until Yuuji comes and Gojou just doesn't stop (Gojou's aim: get Yuuji to release enough pheromones to sate his preheat and kickstart the actual heat, which is harder than it'd be with a grown alpha because Yuuji hasn't presented yet). Overstimulation to the point of Yuuji clawing up Gojou's shoulders. After, Gojou jerking off with his nose buried in the scent glands at Yuuji's thigh. Yuuji passing out and waking in Gojou's bed. 
And then it keeps going, with marathon dubcon/noncon heat sex, Sukuna's unwanted commentary, and Gojou's heat ending just as Yuuji's first rut finally hits.
Ask in response to the WIP Open Season
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shepardsherd · 3 months
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When you realise just how big your new wip is turning out to be
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inky-duchess · 4 months
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WTW RELATIONSHIPS WEEK - Day 3 - Foils 
Oh, all that I did to try to undo it All of my pain and all your excuses I was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? - Family Line by Conan Gray
It's the same old story, he says, spinning the coin in the table. Two boys, two difficult roads. One would do anything to survive even it costs him the other, one would do anything to protect the other at the cost of himself.
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tothesolarium · 3 months
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He’s so scary and perfect
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originalnamehere5 · 1 year
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I'm nearing 300 layers on this piece either I finish this or my computer explodes along with me
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avaetin · 9 months
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I never really thought of this when I was creating Aeon's character tbh. But now that I noticed it, I have no regrets.
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