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Violet and Carver are sooo cute. EXCUSE ME.
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire#'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem#the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted#also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out#so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my#notifs page cleanish lol#also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3#secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because#of investors bankrolling everything#and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest#however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point#once again. so many murder dollars#so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction#anyways . love yall 💕#origibberish#bigger gibbers
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a random cleo in armor
#wanted to draw here but didn't have any ideas. when in doubt draw armor☝️#cleo is fun to draw i like her color scheme. but i still need to get better at drawing different body types#this one isn't bad but i feel like i could've done better. need to practice more#hermitcraft#zombiecleo#my art#sketch#also im rushing to post all the backlogged hc art before season 10 starts so there will be 2(+) post per day until then#it's not necessary but i feel like otherwise it'll just drown in the new stuff
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According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.
And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.
Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.
So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.
Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.
#the question of 'what do we owe to each other' can be answered simply with 'the dignity of retrieving our remains when we die'#another answer is 'the dignity of thinking about each other fellow humans with similar motivations and feelings'#also 'stopping someones potentially self-destructive behaviors just because theyre rich and want to feel special'#also i feel like humans have been sailing the seas long enough that it should be guaranteed that people will survive sea voyages#im very mad about specifically mediterranean maritime disasters because we have ancient writing saying they made it safe#sailing from Egypt to Greece was so old hat and safe that people legit took the ancient equivalent of cruises back and forth#cleopatra habitually sailed from alexandria to rome with a ton of ships and was fine#Nero tried to have his mother drowned at sea by orchestrating a dramatic shipwreck while she was our sailing AND SHE SURVIVED#and then swam to shore got back to rome and whooped his ass#fuckin pliny the elder tried to evacuate people from pompeii and the surrounding coast villages when vesuvius erupted#and he actually WAS able to rescue people#but he himself had an asthma attack from the fumes which led to a heart attack and he died on the beach#there is legit no excuse for that trawler of migrant refugees to have wrecked#negligence all around#anyway#oceangate
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you. yes you, person with rejection sensitive dysphoria. this message is for you. your friends DON'T hate you. they aren't mad at you. they aren't talking behind your back or wished to cut their friendship with you. they love you and treasure you and they are good people who wouldn't hurt you like that! ok, that's all. have a nice day.
#this is for everyone with RSD... except for me#my friends do hate me and do think i'm a burden in their lives and they do wish they had a way to let me know they don't wanna be friends#anymore but they feel pity so they never do#... this is a joke that turned too real and too dark too soon#it'll get better#anyhow this message will self destruct in-#i'm all over the place my brain is being mean to me i'll go to bed ugh#nic posts#and drowns in self pity for NO REASON#i'm going to kick my brain's butt#ok ok bye#rejection sensitive dysphoria#rsd is a bitch#rsd things
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Eldritchrune - Parasite Nightmare
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Story Setup
Eldritchrune Masterpost
Kris tries to stay on task, but they've clearly got some traumas and worries about their situation weighing on their mind. Still, they at least eventually find what they're looking for!
Still working away on the final part for this too...gotta finish in time, aaaaah!
#lynx art#eldritchrune#deltarune au#cw: digestion#cw: drowning imagery#kris dreemurr#toriel#although it should be noted this isn't an accurate representation of how Toriel feels#just Kris's anxieties in nightmare form#also the parasite is a particular Deltarune NPC (actually two)#guess who!#they're a very minor one tho
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I wonder... does this blog have enough reach in the fandom that we could try and finally put a stop to people tagging unrelated AUs as LU.
The correct term to use is "Links meet AU" and the reason the mistagging hurts is because:
A) It dismisses the creativity of the work. Its a lot like saying someone's original character looks like a fictional character you know. It may be a small unintended insult but it can be demoralising and make them not wish to share their art anymore.
B) It connects all AUs of this type to Jojo, the creator of LU. That comic was not the first links meet au by a long shot. YES her work inspired many of us to start our own imagines of the same base concept, but that does not make them Linked Universe. It's like claiming someone inspired by spider-man deciding to explore the superhero genre is just making more spider-man.
Yes this may be a small issue, but I've been working on this webcomic since 2020 and still get those demoralising tags. I've been silently baring it long enough. Even worse is seeing how it hurts fellow creators in the fandom.
I don't like asking this but... Please spread this post and if you'd like: add your own experiences below. Maybe we can change things around here.
#This feels like such a small thing to be annoyed by in times like these#But you gotta focus on the things you can affect and not drown in what you can't#Or smth#Linked Universe#The Legend of Zelda#Loz#Links meet AU
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hey, don't cry. night of the 26th may, ok?
#pour one out for the cab driver here......#'we shall both swear to leave you at home if you drink too deep to a certain pair of eyes.' sure thing quincey you do that#jack may have drowned his sorrows but at least he gets to sadly cop a feel <3 (as someone on the discord beautifully put it)#dracula#dracula daily#jack seward#arthur holmwood#quincey morris#lottieart
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Prompt 198
Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly.
But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance?
So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever.
He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib.
Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib.
Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway?
His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest.
“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring?
Oh.
He wasn’t human this time around.
#Dcxdp#Dpxdc#Prompts#Vlad is a young-adult dad to a reincarnated Bruce#After the hospital he drowned his despair/distress in any way he could & ended up with a baby boy#Bruce’s main suspected species of what they were was vampire before the ghost reveal lol#Bruce can’t say shit about Vlad’s thievery but he has the most judging expression for a toddler#Then he also sees his new dad develop and try to figure out powers#Vlad was terrified to pick him up when he first discovered his ghost fire#Yes this very much changes Vlad’s relationship with Danny#The reunion has 14 year old Danny meet a Very Smart 8 year old Bruce#Yes Bruce clocks teenage vigilante instantly#And look he Would try to get Vlad to stop the possession shit but as long as it’s actual assholes he can’t exactly judge#He blackmailed SO many people in his past life… he's trying Not to be a hypocrite here#Why yes Bruce IS very liminal from having a half-ghost dad#Vlad panicked more than he did when his fangs came in (Bruce has made a file about both himself & everyone he meets)#Just because he’s now baby doesn’t mean he’s no longer Bruce#At some point someone from his world might find their way to this one but that would be a very long time in the future lol#Vlad (unaware of his core being able to feel his ghostling’s big emotions): Wow raising a child is surprisingly easy
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oh him? he's just a monk. no he doesn't harbor deep desires of greatness don't worry about it
#zhu my little bug (literally)#he's a praying mantis a cricket a cockroach...#i love her#AND HE HAS DIMPLES#i imagine she's the type to stare a lot at people. and it elicits an interesting reaction in them#with this polite yet knowing almost-smile and her piercing wide eyes#also i know she's described as ugly in the books and i respect that. but i want her to be just a bit alluring in a fucked up way. like#now. this took sooo long. for absolutely no reason#i redid it like 10000 times and still didn't feel 100% satisfied but today i decided to set it free#i hope you guys like it anyway!#:)#zhu chongba#zhu yuanzhang#she who became the sun#he who drowned the world#the radiant emperor#shelley parker chan#fanart#myart
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“Everyone flees from Death…even love”
#thanzag#hades#hades game#thanatos#zagreus#sketch#fanart#myart#illustration#procreate#someone will drown their feels in ao3 pining tags#and it’s me the thanzag brainrotter who invades your dash
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Average Bendy enjoyer experience right now.
#a bit late but yeah#batim fans how are we feeling right now#was drowning under work when I heard about the movie so merry christmas to me I guess#AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU WHO CELEBRATE IT#batim#batdr#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#bendy movie#also people who sent me asks DON’T LOSE HOPE I’m still answering it when I have more free time <3
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Every Day i think about the official radiant emperor Fuck Tier List
#my very soul is being ripped apart at the seams so i need to deflect with haha silly humor#but genuinely they were so crazy for this#reading the entire book with this in mind was. an Experience#i need every author to do it for their characters it should be at the intro of every book#the radiant emperor#she who became the sun#he who drowned the world#send post#also crazy that this list only includes The Guys bc like#one superior tier has to go to madame zhang for obvious reasons#and Another even higher straight up heavenly one for ma yingzi#her pussy so good it makes u feel mercy and compassion and empathy for the first time in your life#it turns irredeemable ruthless bitches into law abiding citizens
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haii :3 if its ok could i request soft/ lazy sex (sex more akin to eating him out in this context than anything) with ftm!wrio? like he comes back home after a stressful day to rosepetals trailing all the way to the bedroom because the reader wanted to treat him and show him how much they absolutely adore him. and whats a better treat than letting your boyfriend drown in pleasure while you feast on his pussy? just lotsa praise, and just general sappy softness with fluffy aftercare
(srry if this is a bit wordy ;>_>i just think wrio deserves the world)
"an unnamed player has invited WRIOTHESLEY to play . . .
tinged pink with primordial water
✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!gn!reader, sub!ftm!wriothesley, cheesy romantics, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise, aftercare .
A/N : hoooolyyyy shit;; this ask made me so excited (ʃƪ＾3＾）
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
The petals are soft, strewn across the floor and scattered lightly on the bed. You picked them out specifically for their silk-softness. In the quiet of the bedroom, you can hear the thud of the door, and you know that your small game has begun.
Walking across the hallway—padding past the kitchen and the office, the living space—, the petals are gentle against Wriothesley's feet, his bare soles touching the sporadic blotches of crimson red.
He calls your name, and you reply with a soft, "In here;" it's quiet, because you hear his footfalls just outside the crack of the open bedroom door.
"Hi, honey," you murmur when you meet his iced-over gaze, eyes squinted as he scans the room, sees all the more petals that surround the bed and, namely, you.
You add, "Tough day?" even though you know that, yes, it was a tough day. It's evident with how his eyes are sunken in just-so, barely enough to be obvious but so clear to you, his beloved.
He nods, because he cannot lie to you.
"C'mere, Wrio." You hold out your arms in a welcoming gesture, smiling softly up at his approaching figure. He towers over you, now, with the way he's standing at the edge of the bed; but his eyes are already hazey-tired, hazey-aroused, and they're so open and vulnerable, already, just for you.
With a heavy sigh, he sets a knee next to you to attempt to straddle you, to climb into your lap. However, you take hold of his waist—which he readily relinquishes his control for, letting you manhandle him—and swing him around, placing him with on his back, square in the middle of the comforter.
Running your hands across his abdomen, you land at his collar and lean down for a kiss. "Let me take care of you," you murmur against his lips. "Okay?"
He huffs, tries to put up the semblance of a fight, but nonetheless he acquiesces. "Okay," he says, and you're upon him.
Each piece of clothing is stripped from him, revealing inch by inch of pale, scarred skin, kissing each part of him. He's tense beneath you, and you set it upon yourself, too, to make him positively melt.
It takes you minutes to bare him to you entirely, and, the second his briefs are stripped from his legs, he presses his hips up.
"Please," he asks, sweet but tired.
"You don't need to beg, sweet thing," you murmur, hot breath fanning across his cunt, already shimmeringly-wet in the low light. "I got you, pretty."
He starts to reply, but the words are caught on his tongue when you begin to kiss at—lick at—his cock. Instead, Wriothesley can only whine, breathy little exhales pitched high and reedy.
However, as you begin to suckle at him, you find yourself in a conundrum; rather unfortunately, really, is that talking is so difficult while your tongue is laving against him.
To remedy that, you lean back—leaving him only a gentle, suckling kiss to his jutting cock—from him, just enough to nudge your finger into his leaking hole. The new angle lets you continue to blow him as you press against his g-spot in slow, grinding thrusts; all the while, your mouth is free to lick all over him with enough give to speak.
"You taste divine," you murmur, the words each puncuated by a sharp thrust of your fingers. Wriothesley mumbles something, but you suck harshly at him, and he's immediately quieted. He sighs, instead, pressing up into your mouth and shivering when the vibrations of your words, your own lips, send shivers up his spine and down his legs.
"You work so hard, honey," you continue sweetly, tonguing at him, at the sparse space between the two fingers you've got worked into his cunt. "It pays off well, doesn't it? Lettin' me blow you like this, yeah?" He nods desperately, soft cries crawling from his chest as you chuckle against the slick heat of him. "Sound so delictable.
"Thank you for letting me hear you, sweetness. I cherish every sound, every thing you could ever give me; oh, and you give me so much, don't you?" You roll your tongue around the head of his cock, delighting in its heft. "I'm so lucky to have you, Wriothesley. God, I can't believe you let me have you."
He cries out rather abruptly, and his thighs attempt to close in on your head. While you'd normally welcome it—revel in it, even—, you don't want to miss him: his noises, his face, him.
"No, no, baby," you coo, gentle, still thrusting and grinding your fingers into him. You lean back from his cock just enough to look him in the eye, to say, "Lie back and relax. You've been so good for me, my good boy; now let me reward you for all that you've done."
Easily, he lets his thighs splay back open as you bring your head back down to his cunt. You can feel the sticky-wetness of him all over you—your chin, your lips, even down to your neck and further down the hand, the wrist, of the fingers you've got buried in him—, and the sweetness on your lips is made ever sweeter the closer and closer he gets to release.
"'m close—" he cries out, chest heaving with the effort of laying still and simply taking it, letting the pleasure course through his veins. The stressors of the day melt away with each lick against his cock, each grind against his g-spot, and he finds himself more and more pulled under by the cotton your loving words fill his head with. "Please, please."
"Cum whenever you're ready, you deserve it." You grin into him when his one hand comes to thread into your hair, desperately scrabbling to ground himself. "You're doing so good, lookin' so gorgeous beneath me. D'ya feel good, baby? I know you do—your pretty cunt is clenching around me.
"'nd I didn't forget about this thick cock of yours, either," you mumble, sloppily blowing him and slickening him up further with your saliva. The sounds are obscene but oh-so arousing. "It's so big, fills my mouth so perfectly. Are you gonna cum for me? Gonna make an even bigger mess of my face?"
He nods, desperate. "Yes, yes—!"
All it takes is a perfectly timed, perfectly aimed grind of your fingers—the pads of your fingertips rubbing against his g-spot in the way he loves, the way that never fails to make him dribble and leak around you—, and a harsh suckle of his cock to make him yell.
(Wriothesley, for all his quiet confidence, is rather loud, in his vulnerability. You wouldn't change that for the world.)
"Perfect, just like that," you coo, sucking him down. "You did so well, so good for me, such a good boy." You gentle your fingers and your tongue to let him calm from his high, tenderly nuzzling into his pelvis.
Beneath you, he chuckles, out of breath. "Thank you," he says, reaching for the hand you have set on his thigh and squeezing it; his other hand loosens from your hair, shakily rubbing at your scalp.
You almost want to purr.
But, "You don't have to thank me, baby," you reply, simple, finding the soft towel you had set aside earlier to wide your face, to wipe away the mess between his thighs and of his cunt. He blushes like mad but lets you kiss him as you clean his oversensitive skin, swallowing up his soft, overstimulated whines. "It's alright, I got you. Let's get you in the bath now, yeah?"
"Yeah," he says, quiet, nodding along dazedly, sleepily. He grabs for a petal, though, wrinkled and made a mess from where Wriothesley had pulled at the sheets. "Where did you get these?"
In lieu of reply, you only grin, shrug. Don't worry about it.
i got carried away ,, thank you smm for the request !! definitely one of my favorites . . . soft cunnilingus ><
9 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#if i was fontainian i'd gladly drown in wrio's pssy !#gn reader#dom reader#genshin smut#sub genshin#genshin x reader#sub wriothesley#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley smut#smut does not feel like a real word anymore .#trans nsft
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There's a not insignificant part of me that wants to go "yeah yeah hozier is releasing music and going on tour, big deal. When do we get to see his mom's painting though?"
#Hozier#unreal unearth#Yall know you wanna see what she has in store for this cover#eat your young#Dumb babbles#Last time she tried to drown him and I get the feeling she was like “ok! Let's bury you alive!”
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Before writing Les Mis, Hugo’s beloved 19-year-old daughter Leopoldine tragically drowned. As a result Les Mis is full of drowning imagery— drowning as a a symbol of impossible grief and loss, drowning as a symbol of being left behind by a society that doesn’t care about protecting your life, drowning as a method of suicide.
The les mis letters chapter today is the first chapter where Hugo highlights the drowning imagery that becomes central to the rest of the novel. The horrible symbolic death Valjean suffers as a result of being entirely isolated and forgotten by a society that doesn’t value his life is also foreshadowing of Javert’s eventual death.
Throughout the novel, Eponine also frequently talks about her desire to drown herself in the Seine; Thenardier monologues about how “the river is the true grave” and when bodies fall in it “justice makes no inquiries;” later Valjean escapes prison by faking his death by drowning, and so on and so on. There’s this emphasis that drowning doesn’t just mean death, it means erasing yourself from existence. It means you’re forgotten.
One of the saddest references to the death of Leopoldine is the way Valjean and Javert learn about the other’s death (or “death.”)
Hugo learned about his daughter’s death not from a family member/friend, but by reading about it in a newspaper. He was on vacation away from his family at the time. He was reading the news in a cafe and happened to stumble on an article about Leopoldine’s horrible tragic drowning, which was how he first learned that she was dead.
When Javert learns about Valjean’s “death” in prison (when Valjean pretends to drown in order to escape), he learns about it by reading it in the newspaper. When Valjean learns about Javert’s death by drowning, he learns about it by reading it in the newspaper.
So…yeah :(. Les Mis is full of all these agonized metaphors around drowning (as a metaphor for death/grief/being entirely forgotten by the people around you) and part of that comes from Hugo’s own deep personal trauma around the death of death of his daughter.
#les mis#les mis letters#lm 1.2.8#Victor Hugo#death cw#: ((((((((((((((#but yeah#I think pilferingapples was the person who first made me aware of this and :;(((#Hugo’s grief over Leopoldine also obviously shows up in the way he writes Valjeans relationship with cosette#and it is very :(#…..#Les mis spoilers#spoilers#it feels very weird to tag this novel with spoilers#especially about stuff like ‘the symbolic meaning of drowning’#but i guess I do talk about plot details so?
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