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You know what's funny?

Despite claims that Edelgard is totally not sold to straight men as a waifu, she's at her most popular in fandom spaces dominated by straight men like Reddit and FEH.

Meanwhile, Dimitri is most popular in fandom places dominated by women and people who identify as LGBTQ+ like Tumblr and A03.

Just . . . putting that out there. For #reasons.

I am under siege. The monsters want my blood. I have already killed six, their corpses littering my floor, but I can hear their incessant buzzing grow louder as two more fighters close in on me. They're all out to get me, every one of them hungry for just a taste of the life that flows through me. The hunt is on.

One of them finds me, drawn to the carbon dioxide I let out with each steady exhale. She darts in, circling my hunched figure as I desperately try to track her flitting form. My eyes lose track of her as the passes by the open window. Seconds tick by, filled with a torturous hum that I know will haunt me during the coming days.

A shadow flickers across the white wall, the monster revealed to me once more. I track her with my eyes, body unmoving. She engages, the heat of my calf her target. I wait, breath frozen halfway through an exhale as I lure her into a false sense of victory.

I lash out and crush her against the muscle of my leg. The rest of the air in my lungs is forced out as I quickly remove my hand, checking to see if my attack landed true.

Her crumpled body is revealed as it falls to the ground to join her sisters once more in death. I have triumphed once again and I revel in the sense of victory that surges through me.

And yet, the buzzing increases. My victory is just as fictitious as the one I gave her. I am surrounded. I am outnumbered. My strength is superior but, eventually, I will fail. I cannot stop the inevitable.

I will be feasted upon before the night is over.

There! Right There! / Gay or European - A cover by the male trolls of homestuck. 

A quick cover i did for the fun of it when i suddenly came across the song not too long ago.. I guess to make it work would be if the guys were in a human au and Sollux and karkat were arguing about whether or not Eridan was gay or not. Sollux would be attesting that Eridan was, and Karkat would be protesting.. Or something like that.. It’s a song. I didn’t think too much about it;

None of this was meant in any sort of offense!

Hope you enjoy!

Wowwowowowowwww its gus' number 1 enemy

songs about you: rhapsody | kth (m)

Summary: “The feeling of him never got old - and right in this moment, it felt newer than ever before.”

Both of your touches used to fit your little agreement to fulfill your desires whenever you needed it - when had exactly these touches started to become a quiet whisper in the back of your mind that had you yearn for so much more than just careless nights?

pairing: CEO!Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: fwb, childhood friends to lovers, somewhat idiots to lovers; fluff, angst, smut

warnings: some talk about anxiety (about the future and jobs), swearing, explicit sexual content, taehyung is a soft dom, oral (f. & m. receiving), handjob, fingering, multiple (2) sex scenes, rough sex, soft sex, unprotected sex (reader on the pill, wbk), breast play, marking/biting (cuz it’s me), praising (again, cuz it’s me), ass grabbing, making out, aftercare <3, the ending hurt me so good…, tae & yn being literal idiots, appearance of a mcdonald’s *gasp* and kai from exo!

word count: 13k

a/n: this fic is going to hurt. it. is. going. to. hurt. and i am so sorry. i hope you enjoy it tho and if you do, please let me know!!! thank you so so much for this opportunity @joheunsaram, Sons of Midas owns my soul!! also, pls enjoy this AMAZINGGGG banner by my love @taemaknae ILYSM!!!

further mentions: thank you to my betas @illneverrecover, @voiceswithoutlips & @hantaev! to @ddaechwita & @btsmosphere for lending me their names!! and to @kithtaehyung for reading over this when i felt HELLA insecure!! you all have my heart forever!! and now i won’t talk much more, enjoy reading! 💕

[!] NOTE: this is a twoshot! the second part will be posted in two weeks, on the 5th of june, so stay tuned!

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For a mighty, powerful businessman, Taehyung surely was weak.

The expensive suits and various ties that adorned his lean body never failed to intimidate the strongest of personalities, and his confident stroll through his building made every woman weak in her knees.

And yet, he faltered every time he laid his dark eyes on you. As soon as he’d strip out of his luxurious clothing, with your body underneath him, not a single trace of the grand, famous Kim Taehyung remained. He would merely be the man who’d whimper at the slightest feeling of you.

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S1 Episode 9, we're going WE'RE MOVING MAKING PROGRESS

GOAL REACHED!!! 😍🙌

Thank you so much again for all the likes, reblogs and interactions!!! And as promised, Tissaia with her hair down. 😘

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Saw the new PMMM trailer, am totally unhinged about it, good time to repost this puppy.

monopoly mermaid monday

Our love was made for movie screens

Whump prompt by @your-local-vamp

"I feel broken," they said to the darkness, a secret whispered between them and their fellow captive in this place.

Only the quiet inhale and exhale of the other's breathing answered them.

They stared into the darkness above them, wondering if they'd get any response. What did they want them to say? Words of comfort? Of affirmation they felt the same? Some confirmation at least they were not alone in this nightmare.

But the silence stretched. Until they became convinced their companion was asleep. Their admission had gone unheard. Perhaps it was the best, to keep such things inside. That once fears were said out loud, they would become reality.

Or perhaps, they had never said anything in the first place. Maybe they only imagined the admission had whispered past their lips. More of their sanity, slipping through the cracks.

A shuffle broke the silence, their companion turning over to face them. They heard them sigh, as exhausted as they were.

"You're not broken," their companion whispered in reply, their voice low and hoarse.

They smiled softly at the words. Perhaps that's what they had wanted to hear, needed to hear, to make it through another night. Until their companion finished with-

"Not yet."

helloo i love your writing!!🥺 i have a request: can we please have another nsfw snippet of an extremely scary antagonist with protag? kind of like the majesty and angel one (or even just a part 2 of that👀)?

Okay - take 2! Let's see if I manage some actual nsfw content this time. (Spoilers…I didn’t. But it’s nearer to the mark?)

"Mirror mirror on the wall, show me the most monstrous one of all.” The antagonist’s voice was barely above a murmur, a hum; all the promise of sweet honey and wicked stings. Their teeth grazed along the protagonist’s throat in the reflection of the glass. “Are you scared?”

The protagonist shivered, even as they jutted their chin up at the image before them. "Of you?" They rolled their eyes. "Please." Of course they were. They were terrified.

But not, perhaps, of this.

"I could hurt you,” said the antagonist.

"Promises promises,” replied the protagonist, only a little raspy.

The antagonist laughed, and caught the protagonist's wide-eyed gaze. They pressed a featherlight kiss to the protagonist's neck, above the desperate thrum of their pulse. The hand not curled around the protagonist's waist, pinning them against the protagonist’s body, stroked down the line of the protagonist's tipped neck, just tracing the jugular, and then down further to their bare chest. Slowly. Oh, so, slowly.

The protagonist's knees threatened to buckle, and wasn't that just absurd?

If they turned, they knew the antagonist would look normal. Well, beautiful. But normal. Human. The glass allowed for no such pretences; it revealed the truth of all things.

"Such a pretty little thing.” The antagonist stared back at them, eyes dark. “Am I what you expected?”

"No.”

The antagonist’s fingers moved in almost idle circles, teasing, testing reactions. Learning how to pluck the nerve endings gifted to them like an instrument. “No?” They sounded amused.

The protagonist squeezed their eyes shut.

The antagonist’s nails dug in and the protagonist stuttered on a hitched breath, looking once more.

“One expects the devil to have horns. Or at least to do the courtesy of appealing to the cliché of tall, dark and handsome.”

“The devil?” The antagonist kissed their throat once more, with lips with that shouldn’t have felt so soft when the protagonist could see the teeth. “Is that what they’re calling me now?”

“They don’t call you anything. That might invoke you. Summon you.”

The antagonist’s hand moved on from the protagonist’s hip, certain of the protagonist’s stillness, dipping instead between the protagonist’s legs.

The protagonist bit down hard on their lip. Heat rushed through them. They didn’t dare try and close their eyes again, but they gave the antagonist more of their weight. More of everything.

“Kind devil, sweet devil, my devil…” the antagonist mocked, breathless, “give me every wicked thing my heart desires.”

“I didn’t say that.” The protagonist’s cheeks burned, even as their hips canted forward.

“Oh, darling.” The antagonist’s voice was purr, “every inch of you is saying it right now.” In one swift move, with impossible strength, they’d spun the protagonist and pressed them against the glass. It was icy cold against their back.

They were facing each other now.

“But don’t worry.” The antagonist fell to their knees, looking up, and such a position should have appeared vulnerable. It didn’t. It only made it seem like such things didn’t matter. The antagonist pressed their next kiss to the protagonist’s hip, and smiled, that smile that was of honey and stings too. “I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the night.”

😂😂😭

A professor gave us an extra credit option: take a picture of yourself outside, doing something that you would not usually do. We were told not to take it too seriously. Here is my entry:

I maintain that sticking my head in the mailbox is not something I do on a regular basis.

Oh my gosh...😂

i swear yall need to watch spongebob docupants im dying 

Man my art history II teacher would be rolling right now.

fuck all philosophy except for whatever the hell Diogenes was trying to teach

Hello.. this is my „the X Files“ world in 1:6 scale!

(SESSION 1, noncanon) — 💚 The weird side-effect of being soulbound to a zombie! Every [body part] suddently feels. that much more valuable.

well here it is