had no idea this was already posted on tumblr

  • Fiyero: How's your tea, darling?
  • Glinda: You made it perfect. Just the way I like it.
  • Glinda: Strong.
  • Glinda: Green.
  • Glinda: And very, very bitter.
  • Glinda *whispering*: Just like Elphie.
  • Fiyero: Excuse me?
  • Glinda: Nothing, nothing.
Time travel stupidity

same group as: http://thedungeonofbaddecisions.tumblr.com/post/157146336429/shit-said-while-playing-pathfinder

Context:our party had come across what appeared to be a portal and when we sent through my failure of a wooden coin there was no definitive idea where anything went so I (Cleric) asked my god what was this portal and to my surprise the answer was where we were already.

Me: “That makes no sense unless we were time traveling”

DM smirks

Me: “Well it still makes no sense since when i threw my coin trough, it should  still been here.”

Paladin: “Somebody could have taken it over the years.”

Me: “Nobody would want it, i rolled a 2 when making it plus who would enter a cave and keep a wood coin they found? if it truly is a time portal then we should go through and make a marking but there is none when we got here.”

Ranger see’s if there is one which there is a mark on the wall

I give up on the whole paradox thing that i worry about and the whole group walks through the portal, the paladin uses his flaming sword to make a mark in the wall that is exactly the same as the one in the future.

Me (ooc): “I pick up my wooden coin”

entire group besides me: Laughter

It took me a while before i realized why they were laughing, needless to say i felt like a bit of an idiot.

rowanthealchemist  asked:

so my parents surprised me with a copy of your book. they had no idea that i follow you on tumblr, and were slightly worried i had already bought it. luckily, i was waiting to have the funds to do so! just wanted to share a story of surprise happiness. i spent christmas night reading excerpts to entertain family.

This is so utterly charming!!! Sorry for the delay in answering but please say hello to your family for us! Let us know if they have a post request :)

(( I’m sorry for the non drawing related post but this is p important to me,,, I was gonna reblog this post but it’s pretty long so instead I’m just gonna link it here (can’t link properly cause I’m on mobile rn but https://ask-legorobin.tumblr.com/post/158714022424/anyone-in-the-lego-movie-fandomincluding-lego)

,,,I feel p strongly about this cause not only do I headcanon robin as trans (yea, my robin is trans if u were wondering) but I myself am trans and this person actually messaged me a couple days ago and I had no idea they were like this D: I’ve already blocked them and I recommend doing the same if you haven’t already but ofc I’m not forcing u I just want everyone to feel safe,, I’ll probably delete this later I just felt it was important ))

AMNESIA: Cat Boy Café Butlers 

Picking up where I left off with “cat month” since I became ill and had to put all my fan activities on halt. That said, these boys already work in a cosplay café, so it’s only natural to turn them into cat-boys for the full experience of a cat-boy café! Well, yes, am I right or am I right? Doesn’t matter! The most important question is, who will you choose as your cat-boy butler? myself, I want Kent-nyan! 

If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter. DO NOT UPLOAD TO ZEROCHAN. Thank you and enjoy!

There is a difference between making a post that’s “Hey, these tumblrs are ‘problematic’ because they said one somewhat bad thing they already apologized for and are thus horrible please block them and never interact with them ever because they’re ‘problematic’”

A post that’s “Hey, these tumblrs are genuinely unapologetically problematic and have said numerous really horrible things so you might want to block/refrain from interacting with them.”

And a post that’s “Hey, I followed these tumblrs and they had some ideas that greatly conflict with my own so I’m letting other people within the community know so that they can make a decision whether or not to follow based on whether those ideas conflict with their ideas as well or not.”

Claiming What’s His (Fell!Palette x Goth) ~Smut~

Hey, I said I was gonna do it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also I want to apologize for not writing and posting on tumblr QwQ I was honestly busy and had major writers block


Also this most of the ideas were requested by a person I met here so…


  • Smut
  • Knife play
  • BDSM I guess? (still need practice)
  • Skirts
  • Possessive
  • Rape kinda
  • Fingering
  • Pussies(?)

Also this song tho

I am not sorry

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false DMCA copyright violation (again)

Got an email from Tumblr saying a post of mine infringed copyright, specifically this Phoenix Wright one.

whoa I had no idea an 8 second voiceover clip about Ace Attorney could somehow infringe 13 different musical artists, wow that’s incredible

This already happened to me before 2 years ago with this Meowth post.  The same exact person/corporation, “Jeremy Banks (International Federation of the Phonographic Industry)” got it taken down on absurd charges, and eventually after I complained to Tumblr, it got restored.

Of course, I’ve already contacted Support about this, but this is still ridiculous.  I had hoped that Tumblr would get better about this in the 2 years since the last “violation,” but clearly it hasn’t.

Tumblr, if you’re going to have a “3 strikes you’re out” copyright policy, you need to CHECK the “infringing” posts in question and ensure that they are in fact infringing copyright.  Deleting a post immediately without checking is unacceptable.

anyways, if this Tumblr ever disappears one day (not because of this specifically, but you never know), you can always keep up with me on Twitter or YouTube or Instagram.  It’s moments like this that remind me that it’s never good to have too many eggs in one basket.

meanwhile, I’ll just wait here till Tumblr Support apologizes (again)

Anti!Matsu headcanons (Pt. I)

(Older brothers edition)
Younger ones here

[ Anti!Matsu can be defined as the alter ego of the characters that had come to life; hence, they are entirely different entities from the Matsus that we know ]

General Appearance: Their hoodies are black in color with their corresponding color on the pine symbol.



  • Blond hair with red eyes
  • Has several body scars (but never shows it to anyone)
  • Wears fake glasses most of the time.


  • Anti!Osomatsu is the outcome if Oso was never released from Tougo’s grasp when he was young. He’s violent af and has a short temper. Basically, a delinquent.
  • He’s protective with his brothers– to the point of being obsessed with them.
  • He still gets along well with his parents but he’s usually on Tougo’s side despite the fact that Tougo threatened to kill his family.

Similarities w/ Osomatsu:

  • They are both fucking strong when it comes to combat but Anti!Oso is quite stronger since he was trained by Tougo.
  • Has a small self-awareness.
  • Doesn’t have shame when the topic is sexual. Often spouts dirty words whenever he wants.



  • Ash gray hair with blue eyes
  • Slightly tanned skin
  • Wears earrings on his left ear


  • He’s a chick magnet (www)
  • He’s bisexual.
  • Always up for sexy time.
  • Fucking confident about himself.
  • Has an superiority complex especially when Anti!Osomatsu is the topic. (I hope I used the right word here ghad)

Similarities with Karamatsu:

  • He’s fucking painful but in a lighter way.
  • Great singer.
  • Has noticeable speech tics (saying ‘heh’ and exclaiming things in English)



  • Brown hair with green streaks on several strands
  • Green, narrow pupils
  • Wears contact lenses to conceal his small pupils and for clear vision (however, very unnoticeable. You won’t know unless he tell you or you’re one of the bros)
  • Really bad haircut (not in its best condition)


  • The shortest temper out of the brothers.
  • Is really conservative
  • P U R E
  • But is really an angry fluffball
  • Likes classical music so much
  • Quite apathetic towards his bros
  • He tends to be wary of new persons. He’d like to assess stuffs if he’d go along well with a new person or not.
  • Knows how to handle his self-awareness.

Similarities w/ Choromatsu:

  • Will have no hesitations to confront you on what he sees wrong but waaaaaaaay too snarky every. damn. time.
  • A virgin. (Heh)

I totally forgot to upload this one. My bad.

I had this idea at 4 in the morning but now that I’ve done some research I found out that this idea in particular has been done already. Oh well, here’s my own interpretation of how Atem / Yami Yugi would look like in modern times! c:



tumblr rp... malfunction?

Well as many of you are probably aware by now, it seems Tumblr has decided to deactivate my roleplay blog (http://darknesscall-rp.tumblr.com) because reasons. Basically I contacted them because some posts weren’t showing up in the tags yesterday and today when I tried to log in the whole thing went puff, gone. 


I have already contacted @staff (again) in order to get some answers, maybe?? but until that happens (if it happens) there’s nothing I can do. If someone knows something or wants to give me some ideas, or wants to send some supportive words tbqh because I basically lost all my posts and the stuff I had drafted so I’m sort of freaking out, my ask is totally open! 

But I wanted to explain because I’ve been talking about this for weeks and really, I’m just as surprised as you are. So let’s see what happens! 

Bath (Theon x Reader)

(Gif credit to the owner)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Theon Greyjoy

Word Count: 820

A/N - I really love your fanfiction stories, especially the “Game of Thrones” stories. I saw that you already posted some with Theon, but I am curious to see how a reader interacts with him after he escapes the Bolton’s. I admit I have a soft spot for him. Not an original idea, since I saw a similar post somewhere else Tumblr, but could you write a story where the reader takes a bath with Theon, she comforts him, and MAYBE he gets some justice against the Bolton’s? (Maybe not “severed” either)?

I hope this is okay, sorry for the VERY long wait <3

It was him. He had finally came home. Yara looked proud as she held her brother’s arm. He should’ve looked happy, but he watched everyone, flinching as people came too close. You felt pity for him, all the time he had spent held captive by the Boltons had really messed him up. Yara approached you, holding Theon tightly, making him look uncomfortable. “(Y/N)!”, she said, “You will be looking after my brother”. She let go of his arm, but he didn’t move. “Go and get him cleaned up. He isn’t presentable in that state” Yara commented. You gentle put a hand on Theon’s arm, he jumped slightly. “Yes m'lady” you replied as she started to walk off.

“This way my lord” you spoke softly. You started to walk off, Theon was dragged behind you. He was muttering something, “I’m not a lord”. Your face fell slightly and you slowed down to match his pace. “Yes you are. You are Lord Theon of House Greyjoy” you told him. He rapidly shook his head, “Reek. My name is Reek” he stuttered. You sighed quietly and opened a door, “This way”.

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Yo’ long time no new pics. This is a mini sketchy comic for @naoscifra it’s actually a second part of her birthday present, which she already has, which is another comic that I drew. However that comic is in Spanish, so I must translated it before I post it here. Meanwhile I wanted to draw this because it was another idea I had. This has to do with the gift I gave her last year hehe. Anyways this is a sinja comic and it’s really stupid. 

Hope you like it Sofi ♥

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hello everyone ~ ^^ the blog just reached 15,000 followers ♥ thank you very much for following! i hope you’re all having a nice day ♥ ♥ 

Fiending {Pt. 4}

OK! This is part 4 to the Euphoria series, the links to the first three parts are here:




I really enjoyed writing this section to the series, the focus is primarily on Kai and Bonnie and the goal I had with this one was for everyone to already be on, like, 100 at the beginning of the section and everything just gets more and more out of control as the story progresses so basically the theme is chaos and it returns to the idea of a consuming, toxic relationship and what that looks like, what that means, what the consequences and rewards are. There’s also a return to smut in which I involved a request to see Bonnie drive Kai crazy so I hope you guys enjoy. So please comment and reblog (if you want) because I enjoy reading what my Bonkamily has to say about what I write! And hopefully you find it to be as lit as I thought it was when I was writing it, LOL.

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You steal me away
With your eyes and with your mouth
And just take me back to a room in your house
And stare at me with the lights off
To feel something [x4]

— Daughter, Touch

The fire was the only source of light in the entire house — an orange glow that threw the living room into an ominous haze; shadows of the flames danced across Kai’s face as he sat on the couch completely immobile save for his hands, which were gripping the sofa so tightly that his knuckles whitened, that his nails were scratched with scraps of the material.

    It kills you doesn’t it? That I’m the one she wanted first.

    Damon’s words had stayed with Kai ever since they were uttered three days ago, burrowing into his mind and taking hold of him, taunting him, so that they deprived him of any sleep, so that he thought of nothing else but what they meant, what they could mean, what they implied, what they threatened. It had always been something that sickened him with jealousy — the unspoken tension between Bonnie and Damon, the not-so-quiet lechery in his eyes when he gazed at her, the vague curiosity in Bonnie’s expressions when she noticed it. Kai had driven himself crazy going over and over and over different scenarios of the two of them together, his body devastated with uncontrollable fury at the sight of Damon simply touching Bonnie, the urge to maim and destroy and utterly break Damon apart an overpowering burning in his gut. But that was before. That was when all Kai had was his cruel imagination. That was before words were said with malicious smugness, words that told him Bonnie had wanted Damon and that given the chance, would sleep with him, have sex with him, fuck him. A tremor passed over Kai’s face and abruptly, he stood up, grabbing the coffee table as he did, throwing it with such forceful rage it splintered into pieces against the wall.

    The volatility those words incited in Kai was new to even him; a murderous jealousy so intense that he didn’t even feel like a person, a desperate rage that consumed his every movement, his every breath, his every thought that he felt like his body would break apart with the pain of it. Those words, that conversation, memories of seeing the two of them together, recollections of arguments he and Bonnie had over Damon, images of the two of them entwined, it all reverberated in Kai’s head, echoing in his ears, crowding his mind so that he saw everything and heard everything with every cell in his body, his entire being overwhelmed with the torture of it.  

It kills you doesn’t it?

I knew Bonnie would show. She always comes back, all thirteen times.

That I’m the one she wanted first.

I guess that’s how you two show your love.

“Stop it,” said Kai out loud, putting his hands to his head, grabbing his hair.

Only because we’ve never had sex.

Sex. With Damon. Bonnie. With Damon.

You and me aren’t the same thing as —

What, you and him? I hate that there’s a you and him at all!

That’s too damn bad, Kai!

“Get out of my head!” He started to pace, his movements quick and wild, his eyes screwed shut, his face contorted in anguish.  

Maybe that’s what she thinks about when you’re inside her.

Writhing. Sighing. Moaning. Bonnie’s thighs. Damon’s lips. Damon’s hands. Bonnie’s breasts. Bonnie’s tongue. Damon’s chest. Bonnie’s face. Pleasure. Damon’s back. Writhing. Sheets. Headboard. Pinned wrists.


The fire erupted, the flames licking the carpet, and Kai destroyed everything in sight, fragmenting vases, upending tables, smashing mirrors, the television, throwing down cabinets, tearing apart chandeliers; he did nothing to stop the fire from searing across the floor, he couldn’t — the visions, the echoes in his head urged him to break and shatter and hurl until the living room was torn absolutely apart. A strangled yell in his throat, Kai upended the sofa, causing it to crash onto the carpet with a thud so that it was devoured by the fire, and he watched it burn, panting heavily, his body trembling with the devastation inflicted by those words.

He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew for sure, until he heard Bonnie’s words and didn’t keep reliving the horror of Damon’s. He’d stayed away from Bonnie for the three days since the fight with Damon, spending those 72 hours, those 4320 minutes, those 259200 seconds fiending for her blood, frantic for her touch, wrecked with memories of her voice breathy and amorous and calling his name; his body hard and frustrated from being away from her for so long. But he had to do it. The chaos within him was too unpredictable for him to be near her, the urge to overwhelm her, devour her, kill her so she was his completely made his blood scream.  

And he couldn’t do it.

But he couldn’t do this either.

“How did you get in here?”

    Bonnie was standing in the doorway to her childhood home, the key still in the lock. Elena was sitting on the couch in the living room, her head turned to the foyer like she’d been patiently waiting for Bonnie for hours. Bonnie hadn’t been at the dorm in three days, driving to campus only for class and coming back to Mystic Falls to sleep. She wasn’t ready to be around Caroline and especially Elena; not after the intervention, not after what Damon had almost confessed.  

“You still keep the spare key in the ceramic frog on the lawn,” said Elena.

“Right.” Bonnie closed the door then walked into the living room. She tossed her keys on a side table and then leaned against the wall, folding her arms. “So what are you doing here?”

“You haven’t spoken to Jeremy since he’s come back,” said Elena. “You’ve been dodging his calls, if he comes to campus you ignore him, if he comes here he tells me you pretend like you’re not home —”

“I know what I’ve been doing, Elena. I’m the one doing it.”

“Well why are you?” Elena stood up, shaking her hair from her face. “He loves you, Bonnie.”

“You said since he’s got back so does that mean he’s back? For good?”

“I don’t know,” said Elena, walking toward Bonnie so that they were only a few feet away from each other. “We haven’t spoken about it.”

“Imagine my surprise.”

“How long are you going to keep punishing him?”

Bonnie closed her eyes. “Elena…”

“You don’t know what you being dead did to him, you don’t know how hard it was for him.”

Her eyes snapped open. “How hard it was for him? Imagine how hard it was for me!”

“He barely survived it, Bonnie.”

“Neither did I!” Bonnie shook her head and sighed, defeated. She moved away from the wall, walking toward the armchair “This isn’t about punishing him, OK?”

“No,” said Elena. “It’s about Kai.”

Bonnie turned sharply toward Elena but said nothing as Elena stared at her, her expression indignant on her brother’s behalf. “Make me understand,” she said.

“You never could.”

Elena shrugged her shoulders. “Try anyway.”

“And why should I? I don’t owe you an explanation for the things that I do. And I don’t remember you ever giving me an explanation about you choosing Damon.”

“Damon has good in him, Bonnie. You’ve seen it, you see it otherwise you wouldn’t be friends with him. Kai is irredeemable.”

“You know,” said Bonnie. “Some people would say the same thing about Damon.”

“Again with the defending him. Are you in love with him? Are you in love with Kai?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, her hands shaking with frustration. “This isn’t about love.”

“Then what is it about? Tell me. Is it the impulsiveness, the danger —”

“Stop trying to put why you fell for Damon onto what it is I have with Kai.”

“I’m just trying to understand this!” said Elena. “The Bonnie I know —”

“Is dead.” Bonnie’s voice was so severe, it made Elena flinch. “That’s what you don’t get. The Bonnie you know doesn’t exist anymore. I’m not the same person I was before I went to the prison world.”

“And isn’t that Kai’s fault? He stabbed you and stalked you and terrorized you. Damon came back wanting to murder him. I thought you hated him for what he did to you!”

“I do!” Bonnie screamed, throwing her hands up in the air. “I do hate him, OK? That’s what this is about. Hating him so much I can’t breathe, hating that I want him so much that it’s taken over my mind. It’s driving me crazy. And I mean that. Honestly. But you could never understand it!”

“And why couldn’t I?”

Bonnie sat down on the armchair, burying her face in her hands, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“And why couldn’t I, Bonnie?”

“Because I don’t hate him for what he did to me in the nineties, I hate that he’s the only one who can make me feel after what he put me through in the nineties,” snapped Bonnie, looking up at Elena. “Most of the time, I feel like a freaking ghost, Elena. Like I’m back on the Other Side watching you all live your lives and I’m just stuck, in neutral. Except when I’m with him. I only ever feel like I’m alive, like actually alive, like I’m actually a part of this world, when I’m around him because when I see him I want to kill him, I want to make him suffer for what he did to me, I’m overcome with how much I despise him, consumed with emotion that I can’t ignore, but when he touches me …” Bonne bit her lip and shook her head. “Even when he touched me then, I don’t know if it’s chemistry, I don’t know if it’s magic but I know that it’s strong, it’s physical, it’s real and it brings something out in me, in my magic and I want him horribly. I want him because our sex isn’t just sex it’s …” Bonnie started gesticulating, at a loss for words. “It’s … damn him, it’s euphoric.  In the worst possible way. It feels like a fucking sin against nature, Elena, but what’s worse is that the impulse to do it comes so naturally, and that makes me hate him more! I hate him. And that’s what this entire thing is about.”

Elena stared at Bonnie in disbelief. “Bonnie…” Her mouth was agape, moving but saying no words. “That’s …” She rubbed her forehead. “You need to stop seeing him.”

Bonnie yelled in frustration so that the bulbs in the lamp splintered. Elena jumped back. “Calm down, what’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t you think I would stop seeing him if I could? God, Elena. When you talk about how Damon consumes you, you just mean that you love him a lot. Kai is in me, chewing at my insides, he’s his own damn emotion, he’s fucking inescapable, he’s … he’s …” Bonnie stood up quickly. “He’s here.”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows and looked around to the door. “What do you mean he’s here?”
    “I mean what I said, he’s here. Or almost here.”

“How do you know?”

“I always know.”

Bonnie turned around to head back toward the foyer but in a swish of speed Elena was in front of her, blocking her path. “Where are you going?!”

“You need to leave. You can’t be here now.”


“He will kill you. I’m not joking.”

“So you’re just going to go to him?”

“I’m not going to him, he’s here. He won’t leave until he sees me.”

“She’s right,” said a voice. Bonnie and Elena turned their heads toward the front door. “Invite me inside, Bonnie.”

Bonnie started to move but Elena held her in place, grasping her shoulders. “Bonnie, don’t.”

“I don’t want to use magic on you, Elena, but I will.”

“For Kai?”

“For you to get out of my way. Now move.” Bonnie grabbed Elena’s wrist and pried it off her shoulder, moving her so it was like a gust of wind blew her back. She walked into the foyer and opened the front door. Kai was standing on the porch, jaw clenched, manic determination in his eye; it was a look Bonnie knew well, the look he had when her absence became physically intolerable for him.

“Invite me in,” he said.

“No. It’s not a good time.”

Kai squeezed his eyes shut. “Invite. Me. In.”

“No! You don’t get to just show up unannounced, Kai, I have a life, I have—”

“Bonnie, if you don’t invite me in, I will burn down this house and force you out. I need to talk to you now.”

“She said to go away,” said Elena, walking up behind Bonnie.

Kai clenched his hand into a fist. “This is none of your business.”

“This is absolutely my business. Bonnie’s my best friend.”

“When it’s convenient.”

“You know nothing about me, about our friendship.”

Kai turned to Bonnie. “I may not be able to come in because I’m a vampire but I’m still also a witch. I will kill her, Bonnie. I will liquefy her lungs.”

“Stop being petty,” said Bonnie.

“Does it look like I’m being petty?”  

Bonnie sighed and put her hand to her forehead. “Elena, I told you before, you can’t be here.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“This isn’t about that. I’m telling you to go.”

Elena looked at her incredulously. “Why?”

“Because Kai is right. This isn’t any of your business.”

“But you told him to leave and—”

“And I’ll deal with it. But now it’s time for you to go.”


“Elena, just—”

“I’m not about to leave you with —”

“ELENA GO,” Bonnie started yelling. “GO NOW. LEAVE. Or I will spell you out!”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her face frozen in surprise. “You’re right,” she said finally. “I don’t know who you are anymore.” She walked out onto the porch, knocking past Kai as she went back into her car.

Bonnie watched her back out the driveway and speed down the road before turning to Kai. “Get in,” she said.

Kai stepped over the threshold into the house and Bonnie glared at him, making a throaty noise of disgust and then she stormed down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

“I’m getting a drink. I can get a fucking drink!” She wrenched open the cabinet above the stove and pulled out a bottle of bourbon, pouring a healthy measure into a glass, guzzling and sighing, clearing her throat.

Kai joined her in the kitchen. “I need to talk to you.”

Bonnie took another gulp. “Well I’m not in the damn mood to listen to you.”

“Too bad. I don’t care.”

Bonnie moved the glass away from her mouth and laughed harshly. “What else is new?”    

Kai shook his head. “Don’t blame me for Elena being a hypocrite and judging you.”

“No, I blame you for outing us with that trick with the phone,” said Bonnie. “I blame you for refusing to let me go. I blame you for destroying everything about my life in the first place!”

“Destroying everything about your life.”


“Because you were so happy in it? Being everyone’s saviour and no one’s priority.”

“I’m sure as hell not happy now being your fool!”

“You’re my fool? You’re my fool?” Kai started to laugh hysterically. “That’s amazing, that’s, that’s rich.”

Bonnie slammed her glass down on the counter. “I just kicked out one of my oldest and best friends for what? For you? For the man who terrorized me in a prison world built specifically for him because he’s a literal sociopath who tried to kill his entire family? HOW AM I NOT A FOOL FOR THAT?”

“I haven’t slept in three days, Bonnie. Three days, seventy-two fucking hours because there is literally one thing on my mind that I can’t stop thinking about, that has —” Kai stopped talking, watching as Bonnie picked up the bottle and started pouring more liquor into her glass. “What are you drinking?”

“Bourbon, what does it look like?”

The image of Damon sipping bourbon from the crystal in the Salvatore Mansion flashed in Kai’s mind and he grabbed the bottle out of Bonnie’s hand and threw it so that it smashed against the cabinet. Bonnie looked at Kai for a brief moment, her eyes wide with shock, disbelief and anger, and then she hurtled her own glass at him, cutting open his forehead, eliciting a cry of pain.


“What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed. “What makes you think you can come into my house and start throwing shit around?”

Kai closed his eyes, his breathing so heavy that his entire torso seemed to be heaving up and down. Bonnie reached behind her to the knife block and flung a butcher knife in his direction so that he had to duck.


“I HATE IT.” Kai’s words were louder than yells, they were almost primal roars that were so thunderous the entire kitchen vibrated. “I hate that you drink what he drinks!”

“What he…? Oh my God.” Bonnie shook her hands in frustrated incredulity. “This is about Damon? You actually came to my house and blew everything up because you needed me to stroke your ego? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Kai growled with furious impatience and picked up a dish rack, hurtling it to the floor. “This is bigger than ego! This is blood, this is sanity, this is—”

“Oh enough! I don’t care what it is, man the hell up!”

Kai moved from across the room to directly in front of Bonnie so abruptly that she backed up against the kitchen counter. “Don’t tell me to man up! I will find Damon, bring him here and rip him to shreds right in front of you and then you’ll see what kind of fucking man I am!”

The slap was almost immediate, the force of Bonnie’s magic behind it so that Kai’s lip spliced open on his teeth, the quick sound almost like a bullet in the air, causing the pieces of glass and broken dishes to shudder and clink on the counter and floor. Bonnie shoved Kai away so that he staggered backward and started walking down the hall back to the living room but he grabbed her by the wrist and turned her roughly around toward him, pushing her against the wall.

“Let go of me! It’s bourbon, Kai. Get over it!”
    “It’s not just bourbon! It’s not just pancakes! And you know it!” Kai was stricken with the same images: Bonnie’s thighs. Damon’s lips. Damon’s hands. Bonnie’s breasts. Bonnie’s tongue. Damon’s chest. Bonnie’s face. Contorted in pleasure. Damon’s back. Writhing. Sheets. Headboard. Pinned wrists. He felt it everywhere, in the way a bitterness flushed his throat, in the way his gut soured, in the way rage frenzied his blood, compelling him to punch a hole in the wall next to Bonnie’s head. “Was he right? Did you want him first? Did you want him?”

Bonnie glowered at him.

“Goddammit, Bonnie! Did you want him?”

“And what if I did?” she shouted into his face. “What if every time he glared at me, a small part of me wondered what it’d feel like to have him stare at me naked?”

Kai clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth, his eyes slitted with anger.

“What if every time me and him argued I was a little curious about what his mouth on me would  feel like?”  

A grumble sounded in Kai’s chest and he banged his fist against the wall.

“What if all of that were true, what the hell are you going to do about it, Kai? Are you going to kill me? Because you can’t stand me wanting —”

Kai seized Bonnie by either side of her her head and thrust her toward him, kissing her with enraged conviction, his mouth opening hers with a possessive determination that bruised her lips and triggered a hungry moan deep in her throat; he pressed his entire body against hers, flattening her against the wall, overwhelming her, laying claim to her, squeezing her waist, his fingers rubbing the dips of her body, as his lips grazed her neck, kissing her with wide, leisure circles, the tip of his tongue skating along her skin, tasting it, savouring it so that he groaned, his teeth nipping at her, causing trills of pain and shocks of excitement to erupt along Bonnie’s spine and ache her groin; she arched her back and gasped.  

“Like this? Did you imagine him kissing you like this?”

Bonnie clasped the back of his head and pushed him deeper into her, raising her head, stretching out her neck.   

“He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t know your body like this,” said Kai breathlessly. “You couldn’t fiend for him like this, you’re mine.”

Bonnie groaned in lustful frustration.“No, I’m not.”

Kai rocked himself into her so that Bonnie made a guttural sound of pleasure. “Yes you are.”

The arousal that throbbed between Bonnie’s thighs spawned an indignant fury deep in her belly; it angered her — that Kai could shatter what remnants of her old life she had left into so many pieces that it was all almost completely unrecognizable and that he felt arrogant enough to claim her as his, like she didn’t have a choice. And she didn’t.

She released his head from her hands and pushed him away so that she could move from the wall; she felt his presence at her back, a shadow following her. She stopped walking in the living room, Kai stayed a few feet behind her in the hallway; and she turned around to look at him, her eyes appraising and evaluative.

“Yours. Yours.” She said the word over and over again, as if she were getting used to the feel of it in on her tongue. “What does being ‘yours’ mean? That if another man fucks me, if he even touches me—”


Bonnie regarded him maliciously. “What about me?” She started unbuttoning her shirt and she felt it — the way something in Kai stilled, the way his attention on her intensified into such fixed focus that she felt his stare all over her body and her skin flushed from the heat of it. “Can I touch myself?” The shirt dropped to the floor and Bonnie unhooked the front-clasp to her bra, freeing her breasts; Kai’s eyes were clouding to a scarlet and Bonnie saw the veins on his face momentarily darken. She ran her fingers lightly across the beads of sweat along her collarbone and she and Kai sighed in unison; her hands found her way to her breasts and she massaged them, kneading them, biting her lip as her nipples hardened beneath her own touch.  

“Can I do this?” said Bonnie, panting.

Kai walked determinedly toward her but when he tried to step over the threshold from the hallway to the living room, he couldn’t. He was blocked, like he hit a barrier. He hit his fist against the air and felt his knuckles collide with something solid. He clenched his teeth. “Bonnie…”

She walked up to the threshold so that she and Kai were only inches away from each other, close enough that if Kai reached out his hand he’d be able to touch her. He couldn’t help it and tried to extend his hand again and only came in contact with that same solid barrier. “Bonnie!”

“What about this?” she said, unbuttoning her jeans. Slowly, she inched out of them and Kai’s eyes followed the smooth motion of the material slipping off the roundness of her hips and down the curves of her legs, his chest rising and falling, his eyes turning steadily redder. She brushed her hand against the lace of her underwear and moaned — Kai hardened instantaneously, his gums itching with the urge for his fangs to descend.

“Take it down. The spell. Take it down.”  

His voice was demanding but the edge of desperation to his tone was unmistakable and Bonnie grinned as she wrapped her mouth around her index finger and sucked, trailing her fingertip down her stomach to the waistband of her underwear; she looked up at Kai from beneath her eyelashes and saw his lips part, his eyes turn raw and she slipped into herself, her mouth hanging open as she pressed her hand against the invisible wall. Kai banged against the wall, his blood screaming within him, setting his skin ablaze with a lustful desire so severe it obliterated everything from his mind but the hunger for Bonnie against him, atop him, enclosing him — it was a violent craving that rendered him senseless so that all he could do was smash against the barrier, a harsh growl in his throat, hardening to the point of painful throbbing.


Bonnie’s gaze remained on Kai as she stepped out of her underwear — he fell to his knees; she continued to rub herself, throwing her head back, panting and sighing, grinning and whimpering as her hips swayed to her own movements. “Oh god,” she whispered, her voice choked.

Kai made a noise; the same roar he made in the kitchen but full of a dangerous need that compelled him to try and tear open a hole in the unseen obstruction. He knew he could break the spell himself if he could just concentrate on siphoning magic from his vampirism but he couldn’t concentrate; he couldn’t do anything but want her with such horrible ardor that he was wild with thirst, irrational with arousal and wrecked with frustration.


Bonnie only smirked in response and let out a long, drawn-out moan, gazing at Kai through hooded eyes, her hand clawing at the barrier and then Kai groaned too — he was suddenly overwhelmed with a hedonistic pleasure that aggravated his carnal frustration to the point of utter madness, and he knew. Bonnie had linked him to her so that he could feel what she felt — so he could feel her pleasuring herself. She massaged herself and Kai felt simultaneously gratified and bereft, enjoying experiencing Bonnie’s pleasure the way she felt it, the way she made herself feel it but starved of the pleasure she gave him, of the pleasure he could make her feel.

“No! No! This is too much! Stop, please stop!”

Bonnie’s motions got quicker and quicker and Kai could feel her building, making him clench his hair in fists, tearing out strands.

“Yes.” Her whisper inflamed Kai, exacerbating his own pulsation; she was on the brink, pushing herself against the barrier, she was going to — she was about to —


The force of Kai’s yell had more than volume, more than desperation, it had magic, the will to break, destroy, to overcome and the barrier had dissolved. Kai grabbed Bonnie by the waist, yanking her toward him and tried to bring her down to him but she pried his hands off of her and brought his head to the apex of her thighs so that his mouth was brought to her ache, his tongue flicking at her sensitivity and she took a sharp intake of breath. She felt Kai grin against her and his hands began to snake up her legs; she slapped them away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

He growled, stymied and increased the pressure of his tongue in retaliation so that Bonnie gasped so forcibly, it tore her throat. Kai chuckled.

“Bastard,”she mewled.

Kai moaned at hearing the huskiness in Bonnie’s throat, in the huskiness he compelled and instinctively, he lifted his hands again, reaching up to touch, to feel her bare bare stomach, to palm and explore her breasts but then remembering her disapproval, he put them back to his sides, digging his nails into his jeans with the want to touch her. Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair, grasping his head, pulling him closer to her, deeper into her and he grunted with pleasure. Without decreasing the laps and flicks of his tongue, Kai reached for the waistband of his jeans but the moment he made to do anything else, Bonnie raked her nails along the back of his neck so that he whimpered.

“I didn’t …” Bonnie closed her eyes. “Shit,” she breathed. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself either.”

Kai growled. He couldn’t take this much longer; every atom in his body was calling for her, howling for her touch, for her skin, for her blood, for her pleasure and his magic was pure chaos within him, his urges descending to a level of hunger he’d never before suffered in his tenure as a vampire; his wanting was excruciating, crossing over to homicidal. He twirled his tongue and Bonnie almost sighed.


No, that was it. He had reached his breaking point. Kai withdrew from Bonnie, relishing the expression of lustful indignation on her face before he grabbed her behind the knees and tilted her, flinging her over his shoulder as he stood up, clapping his palm against her behind, making her moan and growl at the same time, her foot kicking up. He walked a few paces to the couch and slammed her down on it, grabbing one of her ankles and pulling her forward so that she slid down onto the sofa cushions, lying on her back.


“Shut up.”

He grabbed her other ankle and shifted his position so that each foot was on either shoulder. Kai’s eyes pierced into Bonnie’s, his expression punitive and aroused; hers anticipatory and resentful. Hastily he unbuckled his belt, undoing his fly, too willing and ready to bother ridding himself of his shirt or even pulling his jeans down completely; this was going to be quick, she’d deprived him of herself for too long for him to be able to take his time with her. He jerked Bonnie even closer to him and then plunged into her, thrusting with a vigor that made her yelp; the pleasure harsh and impatient, blinding her with sensation, causing her to grip at the couch with each of Kai’s slams. Kai felt himself come undone with each of his strokes, with seeing how his movements made Bonnie convulse with want for more, quaking with the sheer power of the kind of gratification he could give her; she was biting her lip with the stubborn refusal to do more than groan and Kai could see the skin start to tear from the effort. He would have her cries; he’d hold on long enough to elicit them. He yearned to hear them, he needed to hear them, after what she’d put him through, he deserved to hear them.

Kai moved between Bonnie’s thighs, moving her feet from his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, bending over so that his hand clutched the back of the couch, pushing himself even deeper into her so that she mewled as he swore. He felt himself start to shudder but willed himself to keep control as he gyrated his hips, rotating and plunging, Bonnie’s nails clawing at the back of his shirt; the couch started to move backward from the force, scratching against the floor. Kai tugged on her earlobe with his teeth as he pummelled into her, biting her neck and then heard it. Bonnie started to scream and Kai looked up at her, vindictive triumph on his face, clasping his hand around her throat to keep her head in place, eyes on him as he moved faster and faster and Bonnie bucked her hips, her muscles clenching around him, quivering and writhing so that he moaned loudly and continuously. There was something base about the way he lost himself in her and his movements became more and more erratic and uncontrolled, Bonnie’s screams cracking the walls and urging Kai forward, the couch was starting to break apart. Kai thrust his lips against Bonnie’s, their teeth clashing and she bit down on his bottom lip as they both shattered into orgasm, the back of the couch breaking off completely so that they fell backward.


Kai rolled off her onto his side; both of their ragged breathing in unison. “I hate you,” he said between pants. “I hate you for doing that to me.”

“Well, now you know,” said Bonnie, trying to steady herself.

“Know what?”

“I’m not yours, you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Bonnie. I already knew that,” said Kai.

“Yeah. But now you won’t forget.

Now that Ghostbusters is getting a ladies-only reboot...

I, tumblr user khaleesi, had an idea for for another cast that keeps getting frigging rebooted. Because I have like basically no Photoshop skills and also I am lazy, this is fully text-based sorry 2 make u read (only not rly).

BATMAN. BATMAN AS ALL WOMEN. I know Batwoman is already a thing and she should have her own movie but just FOLLOW ALONG CHILDREN. TRUST IN ME.

Batwoman: Viola Davis OR Laverne Cox. I am not picky and think they would both bring something different and much more interesting to a role that is, tbh, really fucking boring overall. (Sad rich white dude gets mad, seeks justice through money! I FELL ASLEEP HALFWAY THROUGH THIS SENTENCE.) Tbh I am envisioning this as a Bruce Wayne thing and not a Kate Kane thing, though I also want Kate Kane around. Viola can be one and Laverne can be the other. There.

Robin: Stephanie Beatriz. I’m thinking a Jason Todd Robin here – equal parts sheer badass and surprising vulnerability. We’ve seen that Beatriz can do both in spades in Brooklyn Nine-Nine. 

Nightwing: Lupita Nyong'o. I will hear nothing else. Preternaturally beautiful and an eternal optimist? I would LOVE to see this goddess in this role.

Alfred(a): Maggie Smith. Just the right level of gravitas, snark, and innate competence.

Comissioner Gordon:Lucy Liu. I think she does soooort of a similar role as Watson on Elementary, but imagine Lucy Liu and Laverne Cox or Viola Davis working together to take down the forces of evil. You’re welcome.

The Joker: Rosamund Pike. End of discussion. Did you see Gone Girl? That’s what I thought.

Catwoman:Rosario Dawson. I am in no mood for making Catwoman a dude and in every mood for villain/hero lesbian relationships bye.

Harvey Dent: Yo, this is a Gina Torres role if ever there was one. Dent’s a tragedy – I think she would be very, very capable of bringing that edge of desperation and heartbreak to Dent’s villainy. I kinda like keeping Harvey as her name, too. Why the hell not. Gender is a construct anyway.

The Riddler: Rachel Weisz. I actually have no idea why, I just think it would be amazing.

Harley Quinn: Jesse Williams. Again I don’t have a justification for this, just a deep-set surety that it is Right.

Poison Ivy: Idris Elba. Unexpected but again PRETTY PERF. Also I think he would like fantastic in a lot of green.

Oracle: Sebastian Stan. Just imagine it with me for a minute. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. No, look, I know that would mean Sebastian Stan would have to be Lucy Liu’s child and also somehow exist as people in both DC and Marvel universes. The obstacles are many, but the chin dimple is worth it. Just let me have this. JUST LET ME HAVE THIS, INTERNET.

richlee supporters war on shipping

I’m probably one of the few people not having a complete melt down because Lee has a (GASP) friend with a vagina, whom he’s spent a lot of time with. Anyway. That’s not why I’m writing this post.

I’m writing this post, because apparently, shippers are not very much liked within some parts of the Richlee community. I had absolutely no idea, so I also don’t know how large the extent is within the fandom. Might be a thing here on Tumblr as well, for all I know.

I’ve thought about this, and don’t really get why shipping is such an inflammatory topic when it comes to Richlee. Shipping is, as most of you already know, taking characters or real life people, and putting them as a pair in fanfiction and fanart. That’s it. That’s shipping. Nothing scary, nothing dodgy, nothing creepy. What we create and appreciate, is just a work of fiction.

When I got into this fandom nearly four years ago, we were all shippers. Then suddenly, turns out what we already thought to be true, was true. And as the fandom grew, the term “Richlee supporter” was introduced. Personally, I never cared whether I was called a supporter or a shipper, because I always considered myself to be both. I have seen endless arguments between supporters and Richard’s stans over the years (even been in some of them), and every time someone was called a shipper, it was taken as an insult. The standard reply was: “I am not a shipper, I am a supporter!”

Fine, you’re not a shipper, that’s cool, and it’s your decision. But before you get on your high horse and praise yourself you’re not one of those creepy shippers who write creepy stories about real life people, who are in a real life relationship, let’s take a look at what we’ve done as a fandom in the name of supporting:

- Dug out the receipt of Richard having his stuff shipped to Lee’s farm
- Continuously disrespected their privacy by stalking their family and friends’ Facebook/Twitter/Instagram
- Gossiped and discussed their private lives
- Shared private photos leaked by someone who stalked Lee’s brother’s Facebook

And before you yell at me, I am not saying I am any better. I too have taken part in some of this. I’ve discussed their private life many times, and will continue to do so. But let’s be honest, which would Richard and Lee find most invasive; the made up stories about them, or the stalking of their friends and family and the continued interference with their real life private life? I’m not telling you to stop looking at this Alicia woman’s Instagram to look for photos of Lee, or to stop discussing what they do together on their free time, I’m telling you to sweep in front of your own door, before coming looking for dirt on someone else’s.  

I thought using the term shipper as an insult was exclusive to the stan part of the RA fandom, but apparently I was wrong. Some of us do it, too. Stop that. We’re all aboard the same ship here. Let’s try not to divide our fandom in two and make it us and them. Think twice the next time you try to insult a fellow Richlee supporter by calling them a shipper.

We’re all supporters, but not all of us are shippers. Just because we like to read, draw, and/or write about our favorite couple, does not make us bad people.

Let’s not fight, let’s not alienate each other. We all love the same thing: these two lovely men who (I still believe) are in a relationship. 

Originally posted by j2stwincestiel

reasons dashcon is most likely a scam

  • they haven’t announced their dates or where it will be taking place despite the dashcon 2015 blog running for 10 months now. they’ve decided it will happen in florida but have not given a hotel or anything
  • despite this they’ve already announced brendan fraiser will be there. no schedule or anything, but one minor celebrity guest.
  • a member of their staff was from 4chan and announced that their financial advisor was a jewish stereotype. when people saw through this, they deleted the post and claimed that staff member had been removed.
  • they’re banning gamergate cosplays months after anyone on tumblr still cares about gamergate? plus the language of this post is totally unprofessional and seems like a huuuge sjw strawman to me. they tagged it as #tw: gamergate which also seems like someone who has no idea what triggers are and is making fun of them
  • who the fuck still says “what is air” in 2014 except for someone who hasn’t actually seen tumblr besides for its most embarassing 2011 days

Pet Wendigo is taking a little break now, I have to gather my notes and ideas for the next strips. It’s not easy to find very short scenarios, and long strips don’t really display well on tumblr. I feel utterly depressed and anguished these last days and I can’t think of anything funny anyway.

When I started to post them, 7 were already drawn, and I was so surprised with the feedback and support I recieved, I had to add 4 more ^^. I’m not very active in the fandom, I can’t have a Hannibal-only related blog, but I’m happy I can share my love for this wonderful show with my fan arts. Thank you, for the reblogs, the hearts, the tags, the messages and comments. <3

Here is the list of the linked strips #PetWendigo already posted:
#1 Wilgram + #2 Restaurant + #3 Pretty + #4 Hawks + #5 Nabloom + #6 Team Science + #7 Lykatz + #8 Coat + #9 Snail + #10 Therapy + #11 A bird made of blood.

[As always, please be very careful about spoilers. This is me thinking aloud. The very last thing I’m looking for are actual answers, so please don’t confirm or deny anything here.]


“Giant Woman” was a super exciting episode for me. FUSIONS ARE AWESOME AND I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. As is the wont of my lovely Tumblr people, questions came pouring in after I finished that episode, asking me to speculate and give my thoughts on this and that. It included this post, asking what thoughts I had about the statue attached to Steven’s house. And I had many thoughts to share.

Including a whole bunch of tangents, specifically around fusions as they were at the forefront of my mind. One of those tangents that’s stuck with me since that post is the idea that Garnet may ALREADY be a fusion. You can see my thought process in the linked post so I won’t bore you with going back into it. Suffice it to say, it’s an idea that won’t go away.

Then life happened in a bunch of horrible ways and obviously my focus shifted. It wasn’t until the other day that I was reminded that I’d had a thought I wanted to follow up on. TODAY IS THAT DAY

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