More silly goofy cannibalism plz?

Cannibalism the ultimate girl dinner

I was nervous to post this on here, but I'm thinking I'll be completely fine if I do.

it's a thyng thang wedding - O5-6

what if chainshotgun heathcliff ?

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Myriad, Clef, and the Windstalker! <33

Myriad and the Windstalker by @mattastr0phic !

Clef design is personal. :]

I came across a Twitter meme and thought of the slug club......

Clef and Myriad belongs to @mattastr0phic and here is Lord Blackwood's SCP article!

Original twitter meme under the cut.

Written for the wonderful @mattastr0phic , using his 963, Dr. Myriad.

Myriad and Agent Ukulele end up on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and share a peaceful night. There’s horses, which is always a fun plus.

Might I request... Myricle stimboard, if that's okay with you? drs myriad and Clef...

Top five gay people moments: NUMBER ONEEEE

Middle gif is by @mattastr0phic

⛓️ 🔫 ⛓️ / 🔫 ⛓️ 🔫 / ⛓️ 🔫 ⛓️

Myricle adventures in Lethal Company

Myricle because I adore them and they are so so very silly, sleepy Monday or something

Both designs belong to @mattastr0phic (sorry for the tag)

We Will Commit Wolf Murder is such a Myricle song.

Hands

The drive back to the graveyard was eerie. A thunderstorm swept through the city and hail rained down with a powerful force. It was safe to say Myricle’s rage matched the weather. Her mind painted gut wrenching images of her daughters body in the most horrid places. This wasn’t a random hit. Someone knew what she had done...or maybe they knew who she came from. Both were a pretty good reason to damage her in such a way. 

“I dont know how long we can stay yall....we gotta go...we done done too much here.” Myricle said as they stopped at the light. “We know sis...but we gotta see whats up...we gotta find our mama too mane....my ol girl in trouble i can feel it...” Joseph replied. “Yea...she fucked up mane I cant feel her love nomore...” Jeremiah mumbled with tears in his eyes. “Head up boy, we good.” Joseph rubbed his brothers head; breathing deep to fight his own tears. The twins have always had a very strong connection with each other and their mom. Danger had hit them where it hurts. 

Myricle felt horrible. Joy was already gone. That was a fact. But these men had no answer for where their mother was. And as a child that has missed her own mother, she fell into the compassion she felt. “Turn left. We going to find ya mama first. Whoever has Joy already did what they gon do. We still might have time for your mama..” Myricle spoke sternly. She knew how much they respected her. And now it was her turn to show them how much she truly cares. This time, they come first. The twins were shocked but relieved. “Thank you sis.” They said in unison. Traffic was backed up and it looked like a block party was in session. Police cars were lined up on the street. Medical examiner vans and yellow tape was spotted from the corner. Without another peep the car sped up to NASCAR speed. “NO NO!! WE CANT HAVE CONTACT WITH THE LAW!!! PULL OVER WITH THE CROWD!!” For the first time Myricle screamed at them rather than to them. Her chest heaving and grabbing them both by the arm as she squeezed between the two front seats; she waited for an answer. None was given. Instead the car came to a slow stop, right in the middle of the crowd as instructed. Joseph passed out dark sunglasses to everyone, and they all put on either a hoodie or a hat. They could by no means be recognized. There was no way they could get caught. Moves still had to be made. They sat quietly and rolled the windows down. There were so many police and detectives walking on the porch it was hard to tell what was in front of the door. “Damn they need to fuckin skurt mane I cant see and I’m gettin hot, a nigga finna just say fuck it and go up there fuck all dat.” Joseph spat violently. “On my life right nah boooyy!” Jeremiah chimed in. As if the boys in blue heard the harsh request, a single file line formed and the porch was clear. A few of them were crying. One stopped to throw up in the grass. In the doorway, just beyond the first screen door, was a sight even the most evil could never forget. Hanging from the porch ceiling with an old rope, was Joseph and Jeremiah’s mother. Blood dripping from her chin, stab wounds all over her. Her neck had been broken, her head shaved, and her lips sewn shut.  As if seeing her there wasn’t enough, all eyes slowly looked down to find that she was holding something. Before anyone could make a sound, Myricle furiously removed her sunglasses and stepped out of the car. Standing there focusing her eyes, praying they deceived her Myricle recognized parts of what she saw. “Naw....naw aint no fuckin way....naw mane..” Myricle began to sob and collapse against the car. The twins jumped out helping her put her glasses back on. “Sshhhh...Chill sis lets just go...” Joseph cried hardly able to get his words out. “I wanna go cuz I’ma kill someone cuz I knew she was hurt!” Jeremiah held Myricle and sobbed with her. “I cant go....do you see what shes holding? LOOK AT HER!” Myricle yelled forgetting all about not getting caught. “LOOK HARD!! THOSE RINGS!! THE NAILS!! FUCKIN LOOK!! Its Joy!! “Its...” Myricle choked through her tears. “My baby....shes holding her....hands...” 

January 2, 2022:

Amber Tertiary, Obelisk, Crystal.

Myricle of Illuminelle's clan!

Blessings from Thompson's! We are having a grateful Palm Sunday! Arden is back to feeling all well again. Prayers and Drs. With Jesus along side brought his heart back to normal rhythm. Thank you God.

Time of Grace with Pastor Navotnie on the Gospel of John, the Love Gospel! What Is Love? The way to the Father is standing with Jesus. Jesus broke the mold. He opened His arms to everyone. Let's begin John 1: 14 And the word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen His Glory, the Glory of a Father's only Son, full of Grace and Truth. John2:9; when the steward tasted the water that had become wine he did not know where it came from. Jesus first myricle of love. John:2;15 Making a whip of cords Jesus drove all the people out of the temple as they had made his Father's house a marketplace as he was angry! He also threw out the money! John :4; Jesus gave The Samaritan Woman who had 6 husbands and the one now was not a husband, she was living with, he gave his water so she would never be thirsty! In Jon 5: 8; He healed a disabled man. John 8: 7; Jesus stands with a woman caught in adultery and said " let any one of you who is without sin cast the first stone. John 9: 7; blind man who Jesus healed and brought back his sight. John 10: 11; I am the good Shepherd. The good Shepherd lays down his life for his sheep. John 11: 33; Jesus weeps for his friend. John 12: 7; Jesus said leave her alone , she bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor but you will not always have me. John12: 14 Jesus found a young colt and sat on it. As it is written. Do not be afraid , daughter of Zion. Look your king is coming riding on a donkey's colt. John 14: 3; And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself. John 15: 9; As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love- (perfect love) John 16:32; The hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be, scattered, each one to his home, and you will leave me alone. Yet i will not be alone because the Father is with me. John 17:15; I am not asking you to take them out of the world, but I ask you to protect them from the evil one. John 18:11; Jesus said to Peter, Put your sword back into its sheath. Am I not to drink the cup that the Father has given me? John 19: 26; When Jesus saw his mother and the dicsiple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother , woman here is your son. Then He said to the dicsiple, here is your mother, and the dicsiple took her to his own house. John 21: 15; Jesus said to Simon Peter, Do you Love me? 3 times and then Jesus said, Feed my sheep! We know when asked who's side did Jesus did take , it was God's side everytime. In Mathew 7:5; Jesus said Pick up your cross and follow me. Friend, will you follow? Did you go to church today? You show me the page this is good with God and stop sitting! Get connected. When a drunk would be sitting outside the church Jesus would have stopped and given him his time. Also Jesus would say to ones in church, "Thank you! It's a beautiful day outside ,I know because I made it, and you chose to come here. If you see my homeless friend outside say hi and give him your time." The real Jesus is God- God is Love-. Jesus you don't keep a record of wrongs, help me to do that. We need your help Jesus. Help me to be tough and tender. In your precious and Holy Name. Amen.

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Ties That Bind Us

“Huuuuunk” Lance groaned as he cuddled closer to his boyfriend. He was still experiencing the Dizzies and because of that had spent the last week cuddled up in the room him Hunk and Keith all shared.

“I know sweetheart i'm here.” Hunk smiled as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair humming softly to lull him to sleep.

“He feeling any better?” Keith asked sitting down with his arms filled with blankets, building a little nest around the three of them.

“He hasn't got a fever so i'd call it a win.” Hunk smiled as he gently threw his arm around the two of them.

Lance nuzzled into Hunks side content and safe between the two boys he loves more than anything else.

“Having a overly little dream my pet?” Lotor chuckled.

Lance was laying on his bed curled up in the covered and smiling in his sleep.

It had only been a couple of hours since Lotor had first seen that the blue paladin was also part of his kind.

Since then Lance had been heavily drugged and left for the prince to do as he pleased with. It would of been laughably easy to take advantage of the boy in his current state even without the drugs the Dizzies made an Altean practically lose their minds with lust.

However Lotor knew he could manipulate the rest of the the team by dangling the little paladins in front of them.

He didn't need the whole team to bring down Voltron, he only needed Lance.

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With Lance gone everyone was going crazy.

Hunk hadn't stopped ramming his shoulder against the hard metal door and Keith was trying to pry open a grate in the floor.

Pidge almost immediately had gone to the electronic lock in order to at least try to get them out. However all she had managed to do was to burn her fingers on the sparking wire.

After two hours Shiro knew he had to tell them to stop.

It was a myricle Hunk hadn't dislocated his shoulder, but he could tell he would have a bad bruise across his skin.

Keiths gloved were ripped and his hands were bleeding, leaving the metal slick with blood.

He knew he had to stop them and calm his team but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything. It felt like admitting that they were powerless to get to Lance, powerless to save him from whatever Lotor was going to do to the poor kid.

Shiro shuddered remembering how terrified Lance had looked, his blue eyes begging for help ad he was dragged away. Shiro saw those eyes every time he closed his own.

“Greetings members of the coalition and team Voltron. I am Prince Lotor and this is the Blue Paladin.”

A screen in the wall flickered to life drawing the paladins attention away from their various tasks.

Pidge was the first to react to what she saw, gasping and covering her mouth in horror.

Lotor stood in front of the camera with an unconscious Lance laying chained down to a bed. His armour had been stipped away leaving him only in a thin black silk shirt that ended mid thigh.

His blue freckles glowed dimly through the fabric drawing the eye to his delicate outline and visible ribs thanks to his illness.

“Im sure that by now the Princess is watching and knows i have captured her little team. Im sure she is also planning to try and rescue them. Well i'm afraid that won't be happening because i have this lovely little Altean in the middle of the Dizzies.” An unnerving grin spread across his face.

“I will exchange a paladin for the lion they pilot, you try anything and the pretty little blue one pays the price.” Lotor unshiefed his sword and held it close to Lance’s face “so much i could do to him before you come and get him. Make the wrong choice Princess and the number of Alteans in the universe will drop from five to four.”

The screen went black save for coordinates that flashed on the screen, likely a meeting point for Allura to drop off the lions.

Hunk slowly slid to the floor. “What are we meant to do…” he mumbled hiding his head in his arms.

No one said anything.

What could they say when they felt just as hopeless in their situation?

They would have to pray for a miracle to save Lance now.

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The door to Lotors chamber slid open and a druid entered wordlessly rising its hand and purple energy appearing around it.

Lotor didn't even know it was in there until he turned around, his eyes widening “what's the meaning of this?” he demanded as the energy hit him square in the chest.

Lotor crumbled to the floor in an unmoving heap.

The druid didn't even spare him a second glance as they stepped over him towards where Lance lay.

They stood there for a moment just watching as Lance slept before gently running a hand through his hair.

Lance made a quiet groaning noise as he was rudely pulled into unconsciousness. He felt awful, like his head was filled with cotton buds and his body had been run over by a truck. At Least he didn't feel dizzy or nauseous anymore.

It took him a moment for his vision to focus on a woman standing over him.

She had long blue hair braided over one shoulder and light blue freckles across her nose. Here eyes are what really caught his attention, solid purple and glowing ever so slightly in the dark room.

Eyes so like Zarkons that Lance rolled off the bed in surprise, hand going to his thigh for his bayard only to find it gone.

“Your friends need you. Go, before they discover what i have done.” her voice was soft and soothing, despite the situation Lance found the voice oddly comforting.

He stood up on shaky legs and worked his way around her, not really trusting himself to get any closer.

Once he was at the door her ran and didn’t look back.

The woman smiled as she pulled her hood and mask back into place. “Go my sweet Crace. Be safe my son.”