#ungodliest

[fbhnydj6elb]

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#gracilescent #flosculose #prewelcoming #exidol #smithier #gatinhos #sleever #barometrically #paragastral #Berard #ungodliest #dabba #impressivenesses #behemoth #nondefinitely #overweeningly #apposed #autocosm #sixscore #entomophagan

[browesishu]

Inhuman,

Irresistible,

Urgent.

A want to dissolve,

burst into thousands of scrapes,

be eaten away from the inside.

Butterflies that are omnivorous.

Love is what it's called.

Et amor est consumatt.

and love is consuming.

Et consummans

And it is finishing.

#life #thoughts #poetry #original work #love #dark academia #poems and poetry #poets #poetic #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #thinking if being this divine even in the ungodliest of places and time costs something important #consumattum est

[just-french-me-up]

Some of yall are so horny on main it's actually kinda healing, good job

#like.... UNABASHED FILTH #and i'm here for it #all the power to you #you explore the depth of that id #you draw the most mind boggling fanart #you write the ungodliest-it-might-actually-go-full-circle-and-become-holy fics

[tattlestarbeepbop]

Y'all deserve a treat. Here's an old drawing I made of Boofie and Pava together.

#Boofies bunker #madness project nexus #mpn arena #chef pava #microhorrorarcade #it surprises me not many people actually know the chefs name #like #its been how many imprints? #i need to stop etaying up late #let alone waking up at the ungodliest of hours.

[jeonqkooks]

I have exactly the same feelings... i knew i have to be prepared for something like this ever since festa.... and I thought I AM! But why does it still hurts??

Here is only one thing i am sure of and that is that I TRUST BANGTAN! I really do. But i swear the rest of the world sucks like nothing else sometimes...

it’s completely understandable love. i think most of us are feeling this way rn. we knew it was coming, we’ve (consciously or not) been preparing for this since festa. even though the boys came to this decision themselves and we should be happy for them, we’re also allowed to be sad. because we wouldn’t be seeing them for a while and it’s completely valid to be upset.

and yes, it’s important that we trust them, it’s the only thing they’re asking of us and i would gladly put my trust in their hands for as long as they need. we’re in this bangtan shit for life babey <3

#but i know that there’s people who suck 💀 if i go on twitter rn i just know that i’ll see the ungodliest opinions #but i’m glad that in my corner of the internet everyone is being rational and level headed #anon #answered

[itsmealaiah]

2011 Bill with crybaby reader like just rough sx and reader just yapping about how good she feels?!(btw love your writting!<3)

aw thank you!

Blah Blah Blah

tags/ warnings: crybaby reader, p0rn w/o plot, just sex, my ass being horny at the ungodliest hours of the night, degradation

MDNI ⚠️

do not repost on any other website, claim as your own, copy and paste, or translate. read on @itsmealaiah only. use is and will only be intended for this blog.

pairing: bill x afab

Bill's POV:

The room was dark, the only light coming from the full moon that streamed in through the curtains. I could hear her breathing, rapid and excited, and I knew she was waiting for me. I moved silently across the floor, my heart pounding in anticipation. When I reached the bed, I climbed on top of her, pinning her down with my weight. Her soft, warm skin felt incredible beneath my fingers as I began to unbutton her shirt.

She arched her back, pressing her chest against my hand, and I could feel her nipples harden beneath my palm. "God, Bill," she moaned, "I need you." Her voice was muffled, as if she were speaking through a ball gag. I smiled, reaching down to undo my pants.

As I pulled my cock free, she writhed beneath me, her hands grasping at the sheets, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice desperate and pleading. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my dick pressing against her wetness, and then, with a swift thrust, I was inside her.

Her body welcomed me with a moan that vibrated through my entire being. "Oh my God," she breathed, "you feel so good." I began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies. "Yeah," she panted, "give it to me, Bill. Give me everything you've got."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew there was no holding back now. I gripped her hips tightly, thrusting harder and deeper, feeling her inner walls clench around me with each stroke. "Fuck," she moaned, "I'm so close."

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Don't… don't come yet." Her body tensed, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she fought against the oncoming release. "That's it," I urged, "just let it happen."

Her hips bucked wildly, meeting my thrusts with a desperate urgency that left us both panting. "Bill," she moaned, her voice tight and straining. And then, with a cry that seemed to rip through her very soul, she came, her inner walls gripping me so tightly that I could feel every tremor, every pulse of pleasure.

Her body went limp beneath me, her head falling back against the pillow with a sigh. I continued to move, my thrusts slowing but growing deeper, savoring the sensation of being so completely connected to her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed with exertion and pleasure.

I reached down, my fingers finding the base of her spine, and began to massage her gently. "You feel so good," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "God, you're so tight." I could feel her body respond to my touch, growing wetter, more ready for me. I withdrew my fingers, only to replace them with my cock, thrusting back inside her.

She let out a moan that seemed to vibrate through the room, and I could feel her muscles tense and relax around me in perfect rhythm. I began to move faster, my hips meeting hers in a frenzied dance of desire. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched her back off the bed.

"Oh God, Bill," she cried, "I need you so deep." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew there was no holding back now. I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body toward mine, lost in the feeling of being so close, so connected.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she arched her back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm close," she moaned, "I'm so close." And with that, her body tensed and she let out a long, shuddering cry of release. Her muscles gripped me tightly, her inner walls contracting in time with each pulse of pleasure that coursed through her. I felt my own release building, felt the urgency of it as I looked down at her flushed face, her lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy.

I moved faster, deeper, lost in the rhythm of our bodies and the heat that flowed between us. My hips met hers in perfect sync, our breath mingling in the air as we struggled to catch our breath. Her fingernails left trails of fire on my back, urging me on, driving me closer to the edge. And then, finally, I felt myself spilling over the brink, my cock throbbing as I emptied myself into her.

She cried out, her body arching underneath me, her muscles clenching around me as if trying to hold me inside her. I felt my control slipping, my hips thrusting faster and harder, lost in the sensation of being so deeply connected to her. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain, and I knew I was close. So close.

With a groan, I leaned down, my lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. She tasted like sweat and desire, like the most addictive drug I'd ever known. Her tongue darted out, tangling with mine as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. I felt the first tremors of my release, the hot liquid spilling into her, and with a growl, I thrust harder, deeper, desperate to feel her around me as I emptied myself completely.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, her body arching up off the bed in a frenzy of movement. She cried out my name, her voice hoarse and raw, and I knew I could feel her orgasm building, teetering on the edge. I held her gaze, unwilling to break the connection between us as I continued to move, relentless in my need to make her feel every inch of me.

Her inner walls clenched tightly around me, her muscles rippling beneath my skin, and with a long, shuddering moan, she came, her body going limp beneath mine. I could feel the wave of pleasure radiating out from her core, washing over me, making me tremble with the force of it. I thrust one last time, feeling her body grip me tightly, her muscles milking me until the last, satisfying drop had spilled from my body.

We lay there together, our sweat-slicked skin pressed tightly against one another, our hearts racing and our breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my back, her touch so light and gentle it was almost a caress. I rolled to the side, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at her. She looked so beautiful, her face flushed with passion and her lips still swollen from our kisses.

"You're amazing," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "You feel so good." She smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness and contentment. "I love you," she said simply, and I knew that in that moment, nothing else mattered.

a/n: i might stop writing for tokio hotel after all my TH reqs are done

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader smut

[mizutenshii]

HOLD ME.

— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader

— summary ; small spoon kaneki just wants to feel safe and comforted in your arms.

— cw ; fluff, comfort, kaneki is the tiniest small spoon, est. relationship, more fluffiest fluffy fluff, okay maybe a lil angst

you never knew when kaneki would return.

you never knew if kaneki would return.

sometimes he vanished for days on end, weeks, even. he always told you not to worry, that he was fine and that he would come back eventually. yeah, you'd heard that before, and suddenly your lover came back as a ghoul after leaving you worried for weeks. adapting to said change had cost you so much, and his habit of disappearing got so much worse.

but he was right about one thing; he always came back.

sometimes he returned and he was genuinely fine. you didn't want to know what he had been up to, but he didn't seem too damaged by it – mentally and physically.

sometimes he returned and pretended to be okay. you always saw right through him when this happened. yet, no matter how hard you would pry, he wouldn't open up.

sometimes it was barely even kaneki who returned, as the empty shell of the boy you loved showed up on your doorstep in the ungodliest hours of the night. whether his injuries were physical or mental, he couldn't even begin to pretend he was fine, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbled over to you.

tonight prove itself to be the latter.

it had been three weeks since you had last heard from your beloved ghoul, and you had given up to wait for him every night before you went to sleep. it was pointless, for you could never tell when he would come back.

hence, you went to sleep like you normally did tonight, barely thinking about kaneki's absense as you had gotten used to it at this point. there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary as you crawled under your duvets and went to sleep, until a sudden sound shook you from slumber. you sat disoriented for a moment, until you recognized the sound of your window creaking open. hope filled your entire being, and you were wide awake in an instant. kicking off your blankets, you went to the window and opened the blinds to make his entrance a little easier.

but the sight that greeted you wrenched your heart.

physically he seemed fine, skillfully jumping through the windowsil and landing in your bedroom with ease. however, when you saw his face, even in the darkness, the true depth of last weeks' scars became apparent. you didn't know what he had gone through, as he didn't like to talk about it, but it was obvious that it broke him.

"kaneki," you whispered, stumbling backward a little when the half-ghoul flung his arms around you in utter despair. he was tearing at the seams, finally breaking now that he was safe in your arms.

he was crying, tears trickling down his face and staining the fabric of the t-shirt you wore. sobs racked his body, shaking the broken boy to a point where it was getting hard for him to breathe properly. you had seen this many times before, yet it still broke your heart every time it happened.

"kaneki, love," you repeated, a little firmer this time. you peeled his ridid body off of yours for a moment to look at him properly. quickly scanning his features for any injuries, your eyes ran up and down his being. much to your relief, nothing caught your eye and you quickly hugged him tightly again.

you didn't ask questions, you didn't demand answers. you were pretty sure kaneki would answer whatever you asked, but you didn't want to know about his ghoul-ish business – that likely involved human consumption and other horrors. yes, you had accepted your lover's half-ghoul side, but that didn't mean you wanted all the ins and outs of his new life.

ignorance was bliss.

however, you still cared about him deeply, and seeing kaneki completely miserable like that made an iron hand clasp your heart, squeezing tightly until it was getting hard to breathe.

"you're with me, kaneki," you spoke softly into his ear. "you are safe and no one is coming here to harm you."

now it was kaneki who looked at you through the tears that clung to his lashes. the pain in his eyes was obvious, but he still cared about you more than he cared about himself.

"i woke you, didn't i?" he muttered, voice already a little hoarse from the sobs that hurt his throat.

"yes, but i'm glad you did," you countered gently. "you don't have to suffer on your own. i am here for you, love."

"mhm," kaneki hummed, melting into your touch. his breathing was labored, and you could tell his throat was being squeezed by unkempt emotions.

"c'mere," you urged softly, removing yourself from the embrace to pull him over towards your bed.

the half-ghoul looked like a kicked puppy when you broke the hug, but as soon as he understood your intentions he came with you obediently. his motions were ridig with tension, and he was way too pliant for your liking. whatever happened in the time he was away, it seriously messed with him.

you sat down on the edge of your bed, pulling him with you. the mattress dipped underneath your combined weight, and you were quick to lay down and get comfortable. lifting the covers invitingly, you asked for kaneki to join you in bed – which he gladly did.

he shuffled closer to you until his back was tightly pressed against your chest, and he released a deep breath when your arms wrapped around him from behind. he made himself as small as possible, trying to inch even closer to you – though it was physically impossible. the ghoul fit so perfectly against you, as if you were two pieces meant to mesh together.

kaneki's sole purpose was to survive, there was barely any room for some leeway. he always had to be on guard, putting up a tough act and not show any weakness. that was his life.

only when he was with you, he could let his inner battles roam freely. only when he was with you, he could be himself. only when he was with you, he could be small and safe.

your chin rested atop his head – that was how small he had made himself. he was almost completely quiet now, and you assumed his tears had ceased. he was breathing normally; kaneki had calmed down for a big part already, the magic of your presence, your touch, your soothing voice that was filled with love towards him.

kaneki was a monstruous humanoid, commiting atrocities left and right, ending the lives of innocent people in order to keep himself alive, leaving a trail of bloodshed and demise. it uses to be hard to look past that, but you had soon realized it had never been his choice. life could be cruel to some, and kaneki was one of its victims. cursed to rely on human flesh to survive, no matter how much he didn't want to.

acceptance would be an overstatement. you'd never approve of his lifestyle, no matter how much it was beyond his power. but you knew you had to live with it if you wanted to live with your lover.

it was an easy choice.

the boy in your arms had fallen asleep, finally finding peace. you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, pale strands of hair tickling your skin. you'd always be his safe haven, you would try not to judge him for his foul actions, you'd shower him with love and kindness. kaneki might have been a monster, the monsters and demons that pestered his mind were far worse.

but he was safe with you, he was loved by you, and he knew. that's why he always came back. you were his everything in a world that gave him nothing but misery. you were his remedy when the world tore him down once more.

kaneki always acted tough, but he showed you who he really was; a boy, way too troubled for his age, bent down by the weight of the harsh world he got caught up in, a broken soul who just needed a little love.

and you'd give it to him, over and over again.

mizutenshii — O6.1O.2O23 — masterlist

#oops repost #nana writes #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #ken kaneki #anime #kaneki #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #tokyo ghoul x reader #ken kaneki x reader #kaneki ken x reader #kaneki x reader #kaneki fluff

[cecedownbad]

Not Alone

Summary: Training to be an agent couldn't be any more hectic, or any less a pain in the ass. But a new change never hurt anyone, say, what if that change was a person?

Word count: 1.4k

Warning: Not proofread, fluff, may have written less Leon content than I should have but such is the freedom of writing, can't write combat for shit, no Y/N. GN! Reader.

You can imagine RE2 Leon for this cause it's pre RE4R, that is up to you tho!

Enjoy

The locker room was silent, the subtle creaks of the old hinges were all that caught one's ear. Sitting alone by the benches, a deep breath in, and one out. This was it, time for another round of getting your ass beat.

You slowly force yourself to get up, clenching your fists and gnawing on the inner side of your mouth because here comes another day, another wonderful training session right after your measly breakfast and early morning jog, it's a start to your daily routine. A very shitty daily routine.

"Okay, okay, I practiced last night, this shouldn't be hard, remember to block their hits." With a huff, your hands reach for the door knob and slowly turn it open, hoping that you were miraculously early and no one bothered to get into uniform, you quickly raise your head to see three other trainees, all waiting for the day to start. Two were doing warm up exercises, a few stretches and one was jogging in place, the third one had closed his eyes and holding a training knife in his hands.

You scan the room for any more visitors but there weren't any so you made your way to a corner and began doing a few sets, some planks and push-ups. Going rather smoothly, you trusted yourself to be able to handle doing a push up using one hand. Having done it before, a set of 20 was easy enough to accomplish with a single hand keeping you balanced.

The next part of your warm up, or this practice before the real one starts was working on one on one defence, hand to hand combat was what you struggled with. Throwing a mean punch was not all it took to get by around here, defence was important and although you were great at handling weapons, the sniper rifle being your best, hand to hand combat goes a long way.

You closed your eyes, keeping your breath steady and guarded your body, setting the stature in a solid form, one that was known to hardly break. Breathe in, breathe out, this was going well enough, imagining an opponent in place of the dummy had set things in motion for you.

You were ready to kick the dummy in the side, lifting your leg you packed as much force you could pivot your leg and waited for the dummy to bend to the other open side. However, your leg was stopped half way, not even fully reaching the dummy. You harshly pulled your captured limb free and found the cause of the disruption standing ahead of you. " We're rounding up, calling your name didn't work." The man honing a sharp side part hair dusted his hand off, wearing the same uniform as you did but he carried himself like that of an already experienced agent.

Leon was his name, being whispered about in hallways, nightly playing card sessions, the most predictable area were the bathrooms. He didn't say much, nor did he seem like he wanted to, but the first person you see in the mornings, at even the ungodliest hours were this man. He would be pacing, training by himself or simply reading a book. A natural wall was built around his corner, and only a stubborn few would cross it. Nothing about him was innately alarming. Personal space and time alone is what everyone here needs, but you question your findings at times, does this man ever sleep?

Wiping away your sweat with your hand towel, you gather with the rest of them, standing at ease as the senior agent did his daily checks.

After which, you begrudgingly head on to your station, reluctantly grabbing your training knife. A close up knife fight was another detail you, although struggling, and trying impossibly hard to retain the positions, keeping the knife close at your side while avoiding openings was your most called out flaw. Training alone has its perks but with no one to correct you, or willing to do so, unawareness of improvement came at a price.

Together with the other trainees, you go over the stances, holding a tight grip over your training knife. Your non-dominant hand raised to protect your fatal spots and the dominant one pointed forward, carrying the weapon.

It was time to turn to training with a partner and with your, in a word, hapless moment, you were left scanning for an opponent. That was till you felt a palm tap on your shoulder, and still guarded, you elbow the rather unfortunate fool behind you, hearing a low grunt escape from them. Facing the cause of the sound, it was Leon, though not crippled on the floor from the knock on the side of his abdomen, he still held his side, huffing.

"Crap, you alright?"

"Don't worry about it, I can walk this one off."

"I am so sorry!"

"It's fine, should have called out to you instead."

He gathered himself better after that and got readied up for training. "I suppose you don't mind if we exchange introductions?" This was momentary but who wouldn't love a good, what is your favourite colour session? Audibly and rather in amusement, he let out a chuckle, subtle yet breathy, "An introduction? since when did this place have a need for that?" This was all too entertaining for him, a person in this heartless hole wants to pretend to exchange friendly banter, a first but that was all he has assumed in his own experiences.

"Then, Kennedy-" you eyed the name woven on his uniform, "Let's get started, I'd prefer it if you didn't outright kill me." A smile formed on your face, one that held behind an expression of interest to the man before you.

"Let's."

You circled in, eyeing his movements, holding your breath. You hated all of this, anxiety spewed falsehoods into your brain in plagues of what ifs or maybes. The sweat streaming down your back sent a shiver to your spine, not obvious but enough for you to step forward, causing a flow of reactions from Leon, it wasn't your intention to make the first move but that set things in motion. You aimed for his neck but he was quick to deflect, a clatter of metal startled you but just as your hand slipped, he quickly went in for a place around your ribs.

That motion scared you but be it a fight or flight instinct, you used your legs to tip him over. A faint attempt, he caught on quickly and stepped aside at the perfect moment. This continued on for a while, you made attempts, he deflected, you would narrowly escape his attacks and finally, that was when you called it a quits.

Chugging the water to where your items were placed, the scenes of where possible mistakes were made replayed in your mind, that was how you would critique and better yourself at the company of nothing but the room and the soft breaths after harsh training. "Do you train a lot?" A question passed on from the man that almost could have killed you, if this were an actual knife fight of course.

"Yeah, by myself most of the time, why? Did I do something I shouldn't have, was I too slow? Hold on—"

"No, it wasn't bad, mind if I suggest something?" He stepped closer, hair long that you could see it grazed his nose. This was the first time you could get a proper look at him, eyes a deep blue with a hint of grey that traced the edges of the blue. His lashes lay long on his lids, they were enviously beautiful, his nose was thin but the creases around it had shaped them well. You could gaze at him for a well deserved period, only now realising that his features speak stories of their own fortitude. "Ahem, Y-Yeah sure, what is it?" Holding in your curiosity, you continue the conversation.

"Mind if I join you? I think we'd make a great team." He stated, raising excitement with his tone. "That would be awesome! This is...just for training though right?" You questioned. "Yeah, I mean, only if you're interested, we could handle more than just knife combat, what do you say?" His lips stretch out so slightly, parting to a smile that was so quick to lose sight of. "Sure, I'm in!"

You raise your arm, hand extended to shake his own to form a unit, which he gladly accepted. Was this the start of no more horrible routines? The man entailed in whispers was now your acquaintance, the very man you had only seen but never initiated a definite greeting is now your training buddy. This was new, and with how you took notice of his features, he too seemed curious about the person that he could only manage to glance at, wondering, when do they ever sleep?

"So...do I keep calling you Kennedy or is it time for introductions?"

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil #re4r #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x gn reader #no y/n #re4 #re2 #resident evil 2 remake #I enjoyed this one #it's been in my drafts for a while so I hope you enjoyed it too! #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine

[muffinsin]

DIMI SISTERS AND S/O WITH A PET SPIDER OMG- 🪶 anon

Just had to pull this one to the front for the meme potential!! XD

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

She likes to think she is very…calm

Collected. Tidy. Proper

Well, the moment you show her your room and she sees a spider sit at your desk, she lets out the loudest, ungodliest scream you’ve ever heard

Immediately, you find her in your arms, her sickle swinging in front of her, her nose scrunched up as she curses at your pet

“Hey, take me out to dinner first”, you joke, your arms aching with holding up her weight

“What is this pest doing here?!”, she shrieks immediately

Her sickle isn’t even close to the small animal

Hell, if it was, she would be dropping it in an instant

“That’s Austin, my pet spider!”

Bela nearly faints

She sees the spider webs made in your room and immediately clings onto you tighter

This is a death trap! Unspeakable! Had she not banned spiders in the castle?!

She tries to reassure you, this won’t be an issue between the two of you

At the same time, she will not step into your room. Ever. And you are not granted to let the “monstrosity” out of your room and roam the castle unattended under any circumstances

She’ll embarrassingly ask you to set her down outside your room. She feels all tingly, as if the thing is on top of her

You reassure her multiple times, Austin is not a mean spider, but your pet

She has none of it

“You realise these things eat flies?!”

Bela makes you brush your clothes off and prove you don’t carry your spider with you each time you step closer than a meter to her

She loves you, but will not be warming up to your pet anytime soon

(Also this is so her cursing at that spider lol)

Cassandra

She acts all thrilled at first

You got a pet? Amazing!

When she finds out it’s a spider…her feelings shift

Cassandra has a hate-like relationship towards spiders

They’re fascinating enough to her, and the fact they scare so many has her like them

On the other hand, she is deadly scared of them

It only took one time of flying into a spider web in her swarm form and seeing the monstrosity come towards her- by far larger than her little fly- with fangs like blades and venomous eyes, for her to be utterly terrified and traumatized

She follows you to see the thing, and when she sees it sit on your bed, she nearly pukes

Why must it be so gross looking? She feels the memory of her flies being eaten by the spider that day come up again, and it makes her skin crawl

“Cool”, she comments, rather forced

She adores your smile when you grin at her. That’s so odd! Normally people are scared!

Then, you ask a question that makes her eyes, even her lazy one, widen

“Would you like to hold my baby?”, you ask, the monstrosity already climbing in your outstretched hand

Cassandra immediately backs up, eyes wide

When you take a step forward, she backs up, one hand outstretched and clutching her sickle

“I really don’t think that’s-“

Cassandra’s cut off as she feels her other hand come in contact with something soft

Upon looking down and seeing thin webs around her fingertips, she screams

So loud, you’d think she was pierced by an icepick

So loud, foolish maidens think the big, bad, sadistic Cassandra Dimitrescu has been slain

Immediately, she flaps her hand, screaming and shrieking, dropping her sickle and running out your room (she will deny any fear later on)

“MOTHER!”

Daniela

Oh, she loves you so much!

Nothing could ever come between you two!

You’re soulmates!

Does she want to see your room? Of course! She’s so exci-

Daniela is as quiet as you have never experienced her as she walks into your room

Spider webs. So many of them

She shivers and trembles for a moment, immediately clinging onto your arm

“Do you not clean?”, she asks, carefully

Your laughter confuses her

Upon hearing you have a pet spider, she actually yelps and jumps into your arms

She doesn’t want to touch the floor- what if it’s crawling on there?!

“Dani?”

“Where is it?!”

The fly mutant feels entirely too trapped in a room like this, spiderwebs capable of retraining her precious flies all around, the eight legged monster lurking somewhere

You chuckle at her dramatics, and explain your pet is sweet, and tame. Only eats small insects, not Daniela’s big flies

She doesn’t buy it. Not a bit of it!

“It’s a predator!”, she shrieks. You can’t help but laugh at her

Isn’t Daniela, too?

The tall woman doesn’t listen. She just clings to you tighter

“Would you like to leave?”

“Yes please”

She won’t mind you having a spider

As long as she is never actively reminded of it

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #🪶 anon

[thatturtleleon]

The bots and sleeping ramble

So I mainly have TFP in mind when I say this but do you think the bots like, freaked out at all when the humans first fell asleep around them?

I know Cybertronians have sleep cycles or something similar to sleeping (I think i've heard the terms "powering down" and "stasis lock/nap" but I'm still fairly new to transformers terminology so feel free to correct me). So they're not unfamiliar with the idea of resting for a certain amount of time to regain strength. But did they assume humans did too?

Probably yes. However I think it would be really funny if they didn't think about the idea of humans sleeping like they do.

Imagine Jack absolutely conked out on the couch after a long day and Ratchet's like "OHMYPRIMUS HE'S DEAD??" and Raf has to explain humans sleep when they're exhausted and during the night too. Or Miko taking a nap while Bulkhead's driving her somewhere and he's freaking out because Miko won't respond to him. Then she just lets out the loudest, ungodliest dad snore ever.

Wait that makes me think, the bots probably didn't know what snoring was either. Miko or Fowler are most likely where the bots heard it first, both of them seem like they'd knock a house down with their snores.

#hmm this makes me think about all the things humans do and how cybertronians view them #tfp #transformers #transformers ramble #tf #tf prime #transformers prime #tfp miko #tfp jack #tfp raf #tfp ratchet #tfp agent fowler #tfp ramble #maccaddams #macaddam

[yourdicc]

live footage of sukuitafushi shippers that just finished ch. 212, on their way to write the ungodliest, nastiest, most degenerate, depraved and immoral fics that ao3 has ever seen

#go on im just over here looking👁👁 #can't wait to get traumatized by the new content #the devil works hard but insane ao3 writers work harder #jjk 212 #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #sukuita #ah yes drama #🍿

[medievalatrocities]

i thought about this at midnight but just hang on

an au where alistair and fergus have their own true crime yt channel and they force gavin to be their cameraman. however they only insist on recording at the ungodliest of hours because “otherwise the vibes aren’t right”

#oh i have my thoughts on this #alistair would also create false true crimes that would be hidden amongst the true true crime #it becomes a game for the audience to guess which ones are fake #the people that get it correct get shoutouts #and fergus manages to layer in the neighborhood gossip into the videos #“yes her body was never found… just like that one guy in the floor above us who told his kids he was going out for milk” #alistair lowe #gavin grieve #aouv #aood #fergus grieve #for the 100k subs they do a special baking video with hendry #blood tears and prayers are spilt that day #the fire department is kept on speed dial free that #all of us villains #all of our demise #all of us villains spoilers

[browesishu]

I need someone to hold me while I cry. To not try to make me laugh and lighten the mood but see my tears, even if they don't understand the cause.

I need to be heard, these broken words of mine; I don't want to keep them in anymore. I've forgotten how to speak, how to feel truely free even in my imagination.

I want to sob, silent yet heavily as my body shakes and aches with despair. I need to let this trecherous guilt and nausea stop dancing in my stomach. I need to puke them out, all those butterflies which died from hunger inside me. I am just so sure that their last flutter was last thread of any hope I'd had about my own future, snap.

I need to live either a very good or a very painful life, because in my opinion— being is the middle is always the worst possible situation you can ever be in...in which I always am.

Might delete this later

#life #thoughts #poetry #despair #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #fallout #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #i am so tired #thinking if being this divine even in the ungodliest of places and time costs something important #I need to feel the songs I listen to #experience them

[ashwii]

On the topic of April x Casey, imagine they're on their first date, and April's going in for that first kiss—

And then she looks up and makes the ungodliest sound.

Up above, the stars vaguely read "GAYYY". The moon is suspiciously brighter than before too. There's even a shooting star bursting past and—is that the fucking SUN out at 11 pm?

April's gonna kill them.

PLEASE DHEGEHWUQIA THE BOYS ARE THERE TO CAUSE MILD INCONVENIENCES TO APRILS LIFE LMAOOOOOO

#ive never thought of Cassandra × april tbh #cute tho i can v much see it 🤔🤔 #and this is something the celestial boys would ABSOLUTELY do lmao #ask

[these-conquered-woodlands]

happy birthday to percy weasley! here's a few headcanons about him i came up with-

his favorite professor is flitwick, the first time he met him he immediately took a liking to him, and out of all his teachers he did his best to impress him the most.

flitwick was a bit wary of percy's fawning at first. despite his welcoming personality, he preferred to not to get attached to students.

percy found out that flitwick was studying curses, and he made a habit of helping professor flitwick out with his research. this made flitwick start to appreciate percy. even after percy eventually left hogwarts, he'd still chatter on about 'that polite little weasley boy' to his colleagues in the staffroom.

stays up studying till the ungodliest of hours when it comes to exams. has to be threatened to go to bed during exam season. once oliver wood nicked his wand and chased him with a broomstick to tell him to go to bed (on molly's orders).

while he was usually uninterested in muggle things, he developed a liking for muggle radio after the war. percy was never too interested in music, he mostly stuck to news and podcasts, finding them relaxing.

despite seeming to be quite the proper and minimalistic fellow, he likes messy, over-decorated cakes on his birthdays. lots of buttercream. four different kinds of toppings. chocolate fudge. every year without fail.

#i thank the perciver fans (primarily moonlightdancer26) for converting me into a percy fan #percy weasley #weasley family #hp fandom #harry potter #hp headcanon #hogwarts professors #filius flitwick

[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine being in an arranged marriage to aemond and its not so bad because you've established a friendly relationship with him, plus he knows how to please you in bed😏 the only problem is that when you fuck, he's so quiet. The most noise he makes is rough breathing and little moans which you know he holds back. So you make it your task that when he beds you (every night) you'd double down on getting a reaction from him. It started with your nails down his back, grabbing his hair, moaning louder next to his ear. Yes its starting to work but you need more! Another time you turn to pin him down in bed, something you were worried to do but fortunately he lets you. Youre going faster now and aemond is struggling, your palm over his large ones squeezing on your tits, you pull the final stop when you moan out how you want him to breed you and make you swell pregnant. It was an out of body experience for aemond, letting out the ungodliest of moans, pushing you both to the edge. After, when you've recovered, aemond is still catching his breath, still hard and leaking, and wondering why his wife is so acting like a harlot as of late. Not that he's complaining

!!!!!

HOT HOT HOT!!!

His world has just been rocked ;)

#au #aemond hot thots