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Saturn Devouring His Son is the name given to a painting by Spanish artist Francisco Goya. According to the traditional interpretation, it depicts the Greek myth of the Titan Cronus (in the title Romanized to Saturn), who, fearing that he would be overthrown by one of his children, ate each one upon their birth.

Deathwatch marines fight to halt the advance of a Tyranid force. Their sacrifice allowed the defenders to rally and regroup, and eventually saved the planet from the Great Devourer.

WJSN Reaction to: Their GF Bringing Them Food During Promotion

Seola: Shares the food with her beloved members and you, ensuring that everyone is kept full and happy. Although the food was for her, she ends up eating the least of it out of everyone.

Originally posted by cosmicgirls

Xuan Yi: Absolutely melts. She finds the gesture so loving and sweet, that she’s at a loss for words.

Originally posted by haseuly

Bona: Hugs you tightly, lovingly stroking your head. “You’re so cute, I can’t handle it!”

Originally posted by blindkpop

Exy: You try asking if she likes the food but she doesn’t hear you, so busy eating that she forgot you were even there. “Ah, sorry.” She’ll worry that she came across as rude, but you don’t mind. You’re happy to see her eating well.

Originally posted by wjsn-girls

Soobin: Devours every last crumb, savouring the taste. “Wow, that was so good. I hope you visit more often!”

Originally posted by cosmicgirls

Luda: Will chat to you while eating. She’ll ask about your day then tell you about hers. “When we’re done with this schedule, we’re going to a fansign in Busan which is exciting ~”

Originally posted by qirl-qroups

Dawon: She’s so happy and appreciative. The gesture may not seem like much but it meant everything to her, that you would support her promotion and be concerned with her health.

Originally posted by cosmiqkiss

Eunseo: Will do cute gestures like try feeding you or want you to feed her. She makes sure to return the kindness when something big is happening in your life, and to thank you incessantly for the food.

Originally posted by wjsn-girls

Cheng Xiao: She’s thankful for the food, as she’ll need it to keep her energy levels up. The moment she sees the food, she forgets about you until it’s all gone. Only then does she show her appreciation and thankfulness.

“Sorry, I was so hungry I forgot to thank you ~” she’ll say, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Originally posted by sweetaegyo

Mei Qi: Smiles warmly, insisting on sharing the food with you. She wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too.

Originally posted by hasoul

Yeoreum: ”Hmm, it’s so good, jagi! Thank you ~”

Originally posted by wjsn-girls

Dayoung: Blows on a few bites to give to you. She knows that you’re the one who brought it to her but that doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy the food too!

Originally posted by wjsn-girls

Yeonjung: Sees you enter but knows that she needs to finish her job before she can greet you. She’ll send you a heart and be sure to thank you properly when she’s finished.

Originally posted by wjsn-girls

Hope you guys don’t mind some NSFW stuff caaause

Right now I’d really like to sit back with my vibrator while I watch my already massively fat piggy devour a cake face first, on all fours

Can we talk about Jellal’s bad luck?

First meeting a mage who can copy and nullify any magic other than holder type.

Then meeting the black dragon who can devour any magic.

Mashima really likes to make a point about the enemies’ power by putting Jellal up against them, no? Or maybe Mashima does recognize Jellal’s strengths and so thinks he is the appropriate one to face the strongest enemies.

And at least Jellal survived both. Given the nature of his enemies’ magic, his defeat or inability to win really has nothing to do with him being weak. He has put up fights and shows his power and I’m actually glad that there’s no illogical power up happens to him.

The Folio of Friendly and Furious Fey: Part Two

Creatures from the Feywild, a parallel plane to the prime
In this vibrant world these fey have a habit for speaking in rhyme

There are countless creatures who lie beyond the veil of trees
The sprites, sylphs, nymphs, or dryads being only a few of these

Their deities, associated with either the Seelie or Unseelie courts
Wielding the power of nature these creatures offer cunning retorts

While some fey are kind, often showing benevolence
There are often dark, murderous things that don’t see the relevance

Devouring travelers, kidnapping children, bringing misfortune for all
Redcaps, Quicklings and Gremlins will gut you for just being too tall…

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Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats Part 2

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup.

Request: @anna1012131

Summary: The Reader and Negan’s budding relationship puts her loyalty to her family to the test.

Characters: The Reader, Negan

POV: Second Person

Warnings: smut, but nothing too heavy

Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats 2

Negan’s trucks pulled away from Alexandria, your eyes closed and you sighed happily. Marijuana. It was like you were high when he was around. His eyes, dark and longing were like special brownies made just for you to devour. He made you forget, he took you to a brilliant world, beyond walkers and death and the monster that was life. Negan found a way to make you smile, even though he was the one who caused you pain. He just made you forget that. As soon as you remembered that your father would be looking for you, you sat up, abruptly. There was a knock at your door and panic swept across your face.

“Ca-c’mon in.” The door opened and there stood a very angry Rick Grimes.

“Y/N Grimes. I am so ashamed of you.” Eyes bulging out of your head you sat in surprise. “I walk up here to ask you to take care of Judith and I find my daughter in bed with Negan.” You stuttered, trying to make an excuse for what you had done. Make an excuse for the way you betrayed him and everyone you loved.

“I-I-Da-da-I”

“How could you fucking do that? How could you fucking do that to your family? What the hell were you thinking?” His words started to burn holes in your brain, causing tears to ripple down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“That’s not good enough. Answer me! Now, right now I want to know why you’re fucking around as his whore.” You gasped. He had never said anything like that to you before.

“I am not a whore!” You spat at him and ran out the door.

“Y/N, y/n. That’s not what I meant.” You turned around and pushed him away.

“No, that is what you meant!” Running down the stairs you grabbed your jacket and a hand grabbed your arm.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yanked your arm away from his grasp and ran out the door, straight for the wall. You knew from the house it just looked like you were going to stay with Rosita, as you always did when you were upset, but you were leaving for good. You were going to take Negan up on his offer. Sure you were going to miss everyone, but you couldn’t live with a man who called his own daughter a whore. Using your usual strategy, you climbed the wall, not caring if anyone saw you or knew what happened with your dad. As soon as you hurdled the wall you ran as fast as you could, only stopping to kill a walker or two before you knew you were close to the Sanctuary. After Carl got into the Sanctuary he was able to give you all a detailed summary of the directions.

Soon the sun was falling and you could taste your own sweat trickling into the corners of your mouth. Smoke danced high above the ferocious walkers, clawing for the salty dirt covered skin on your aching, tired bones.

“Who’s there?” You froze and put your arms in the air.

“I’m here to see Negan.” The man who spotted you smirked, his long walrus mustache peaking on the right side of his face.

“Alzando, go tell Negan we have him a very special visitor.”

Simon escorted you to Negan’s room and left you alone at his door with nothing to say, no good reason why you were at his door and not Rosita’s. You heard yourself knock gently on his door anyway. As soon as it opened you were greeted by a very cocky Negan.

“Kitty, I knew you couldn’t pass up my offer.” Before you could think you broke down, sobbing.

“I-my-my dad-” Your words came out hysterical and he brought you to his chest, pulling you into his room.

“Alright kitty, calm down. What happened?” You vigorously wiped your tears from your eyes.

“I-I-I-da-Ne-ne-negan-” Negan tightened his hold on you, picking you up off the floor and putting you on the bed. The whole way he was muttering curse words, saying that he’d kill the person who made you sad. He kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands and stroking your palms with his thumbs.

“Kitty, I can’t understand you. I need you to stop fucking hyperventilating and tell me who did this to you. I need to know so Lucille can bash the fucking life out of the motherfucking pussy.” You tried to slow your breathing, but failed.

“Ne-ne-ne-negan-p-ple-please-j-jus-just-h-ho-hold-m-me.” He was furious.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not, I need to know what dumbfuck bastard did this to you. Now, I fucking need you to fucking tell me.” You continued to sob, angrily pushing his hands away from yours, moving towards the door. “Kitty, please don’t. I’ll lay with you, okay. I’ll hold you just come here. Before you could yell at him he picked you up and put you back on the bed. That was it, everything melted away under his touch. He mended the wound in your heart and invited you into a deep haze, a fog of gentle peace. After a few minutes of him spooning you into his chest you finally regained your spirits and your breath.

“He called me a whore.”

“What?” You shifted to face him.

“My dad, he called me a whore.” Negan grunted angrily.

“That motherfu-”

“No. Just kiss me. I don’t want to think about him or anything, please.” His features softened as he processed the desperate look on your face.

“But, kit-” You put a finger over his lips.

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup. His hands slipped down your back, then moving back up your shirt caressed your stomach with blazing fingertips. His kisses, hungry became rough and desperate, both of you clawing to each other for more naked skin. Drawing his hands upwards he grabbed your breasts, grasping them with all of his hands. While he was preoccupied with your chest you took the chance to find his neck, trailing sloppy kisses to his collar where you suckled his skin in delight. He groaned, resting his chin on your head, burying his nose into your hair.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” He growled. You giggle in response, your warm breath now fanning over his ear.

“Then fuck me.” Negan moved at the speed of light, picking you up by your waist and throwing you down on the bed underneath him. You grabbed the hem of your blouse, but before you could life it over your head it was torn off you, the buttons flying everywhere. “Negan! This is my favor-” He cut you off by painting a tender stripe up your stomach.

“You said, “fuck”, kitty.” You squirmed, your panties becoming even more soaked then they were. Negan moved down, in between your legs and pulled your pants down. Yanking them off your feet you sat up and unhooked your bra, letting it pool on your bare legs. Negan looked up to see your boobs and smiled. “Now, this is what I fucking live for.” He cupped them in his hand, wasting no time to marvel them with just his eyes. You laid back as he began to knead your breasts, his tongue all too slowly making their way to your nipples to lick the sweet little buds. You moaned, your eyes rolled back in your head and your arched chest pushing his lapping lips against your raw skin. One hand gripped the bed as the other was buried deep inside his ruffled hair, forcing his face into your body. You already felt yourself becoming a sweaty mess, but didn’t care.

“Just fuck me already.” He responded by forcing his body to the other side of the bed, away from you. You whined at the loss of touch.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He was stalking you with black eyes of lust and a electric smirk. He was magnetic, you would do anything he said just to feel him on your body.

“Touch me.” He chuckled, crawling over to you.

“Excuse me, but I don’t think I understand you, kitty. Might want to speak a little louder, use my name. I don’t hear little girls unless they dress me right.” You groaned, feeling a wave of lust ripple through your lower stomach.

“I want you to fuck me daddy.” He crawled over top of you and sat between your legs. He took off his shirt for a brief second before going back to torturing you.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me daddy?” He unbuckled his pants and started to peel them off.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you to fuck me Daddy!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.

“Now that, kitty is what I fucking wanted to hear.” You giggle and he yanked your panties off your body. He threw them some where in the room and crashed his lips against yours again. You felt his boner against your stomach, burning a hole of desire in your flesh.

“Take them off already.” You complained, tugging his briefs down. He chuckled and took them off, releasing the beast. You blushed, remembering the first time he fucked you.You were terrified at his size. You had no idea how he was supposed to fit in you, and he didn’t. The next day you had to tell everyone you pulled a muscle when you could barely walk. It was worth it though, it got easier every time and he brought out a side of you that you didn’t know existed. Negan gripped your waist and growled in your ear.

“Turn around.” You giggled, resting on your hands and knees, shaking your ass in his face. He grabbed your face under your jaw with one hand and oh, so gently dragging his big, long cock up your slit. The teasing stopped, just as he wanted it to, but now you were the one feeling edged. You moaned, pressing your hips back into him, trying to get him inside you, but he refused.

“Daddy, just get inside me. What are you doing?” He grabbed your waist again and held your hips still. Licking a stripe up your sweet bud you gasped.

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock.” You whined, bucking your hips against him as his hot breath fanned your twitching clit. He chuckled.

“Daddy, please, I need you.” You squeezed your butt-cheeks together, providing a very little bit of stimulation. Suddenly you felt the sting. Negan slapped your cheek.

“Uh, uh, uh, bad girl. Only daddy can touch your pussy, kitty. Only daddy is allowed to pleasure you.” You smirked. This was your ticket in, tease him and he’d pound you like a hammer. You looked over your shoulder with a smile and laid back on your back once again. Negan looked confused as you put your fingers in your mouth and rapidly thrusted them into your core. Already soaking wet, your entrance was easy and you could already feel yourself getting off. You looked back up to Negan’s face to see him in some kind of mesmerized fury. It was like he wanted to watch you get off, but he wanted to do it himself. You took the chance to slid your hand out of your core and over the precious little button that made all your dreams come true. You moaned, already shaking at the touch. You usually didn’t get off this easy, but while he was watching you your body was aflame. Your breathing was getting shorter, more urgent and hyperactive as you rubbed quick little circles over your favorite part of your body.

“NO.” Negan’s voice took you out of your trance when he slammed himself into you, blessing your pussy with his huge cock. He leaned down, kissing you feverishly as he slammed into your tight little hole over and over again, wildly. His primal urges became too much for you as he left hickies painted on your skin like freckles on a little red-head girls cheeks. You whined and screamed, gripping the bedsheets as his moans set you off.

“Negan, uh, uh, uh, Negan.” His hips, slapping against yours were loud, but not as loud as the sound of his cock spanking your dripping core, making your wetness splash everywhere. Soon his thrusts were getting sloppier, his body was getting weak against your own. He buried his head in your shoulder and groaned against your sweaty skin. A fluttery feeling passed in your stomach and you knew that it was coming. Negan knew you were close too, speeding up his thrusts to send you over the edge. He licked down to your nipples, biting at the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like licking chocolate cake off of your fingers, but never getting to actually eat the cake. And you really wanted that cake. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back up to your lips, kissing him feverishly. In one last swoop Negan drew his free hand from behind your head and rubbed you clit. The nerves were sent over the edge and you felt yourself clench around his form. “OH, NEGAN! UHH, UGH, UHH, OOOOO!” Soon he followed, unwinding in your core. He road out his high, a string of incoherent curse words erupting from his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sexy ass little pussy, cunt so fucking tight. Mother fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuckity fuck.” He collapsed against you and you laid there, panting, gasping for breath. When you finally caught your breath you smirked at him and grabbed his ass.

“Well, that was a good fucking fuck.”

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Pitch - AU

I’ve been inhaling Pitch fanfics lately and I’m really enjoying the AU - College/Universities and AU - High School ones. Because I have nothing better to do (that’s a lie, I have so much I need to do today) I decided to go find some pics of a younger Mark and crop him in with Kylie so I could have  the visual to go with these great stories. So here are two quick photos that nobody asked for lol


High School Bawson



College Bawson


I’m going to have to put together a recommended read list for this fandom because I‘ve been devouring all these great stories and I just have to share.

SIMPLE HOUR

Yet do not forget the simple hour!
When birds sing awake the world
And sunlight glints off fog choked grass
Drenched in a cool morning dew.

The decades old house spoke
Creaking of wood underfoot
Hidden pipes hissing for broke
Antique frames holding on to
Yesteryears memories true.

When father bade instruction
On daily chore and sweat of brow.
Mother hummed her tune
And attending to the garden
Laughter of young innocence
Sails in on wind swept curtains

I pray thee do not lose heart!
Do not forget the simple hour
Least memories dim and the
World is devoured in the dark
Hold on wildly with all might
Rage against a dying love
Bring back the sweet light.

flyy0ufools  asked:

Hey, did you get a chance to read that wincest fic I slipped your way? I'd love to know what you think. Also, you should maybe probably check out this J2 fic i'm writing. It's still a WIP but I've posting at least one new chapter every day so it's DEFINITELY getting finished I swear it is if I have to die doing it! archiveofourown. org/works/10393563/chapters/22951233

Hello, darling Anna!

I sure did - I devoured it in one sitting last night. I thought it was the perfect angsty fluff smut. Just the kind I love! You know how much I’m into late season wincest. ;) This fic of your definitely scratched that itch.

O Brother, Where Art Thou? by @flyy0ufools

Summary: Over the last fifteen years, Sam Winchester had walked away from his brother more times than he cared to count. This time, Sam couldn’t come up with a legitimate excuse. At least, not one that was appropriate to tell his brother. He knew that, as much as him leaving would hurt Dean, staying here would lead Sam to making choices that could hurt Dean so much more. Could push Dean away permanently. Because Sam Winchester was in love with his brother, and he couldn’t hide it any longer.

As for your WIP, I just finished catching up to it and hoo boy. I can tell you this has the qualities to become a fandom classic. I was irritated beyond words to discover that I had reached the latest chapter too soon. How am I supposed to wait? *stomps feet and huffs* Seriously though, don’t leave me hanging. ;) I’m loving this so much!

When the Levee Breaks by @flyy0ufools

Summary: Season 14 is the last season of Supernatural. The show is ending at 300 episodes, and Jared and Jensen have big plans for their future…plans that don’t involve wives or bearding or lying to everyone. But even the best-laid plans go awry…It all comes to a head at the series wrap party, and Jensen has to figure out a way to help Jared pick up the pieces, making sure he himself doesn’t fall apart in the process.

Can I just quote a sentence that not only made me laugh, but struck me? “Baby, there’s no way in hell I’m going my whole life with no one finding out that I get to tap an ass as hot as yours.” Hallelujah and amen, says your friendly atheist blogger in all earnestness!

Seriously guys, I think you should read these. Anna here is a masterful wielder of the pen and gifted with words and imagination. I’m sure you all will enjoy her fics as much as I have.

Thank you for sliding these papers across the table, sweetheart! I’ve ordered myself a copy of all future writings of yours. I hope you have a lovely day today and that the muse will remain with you for as long as you need her.

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I have more proof on Gajeel and Acnologia

Hey guys, I found more photos and hints/ spoilers that might (very likely) link our favorite dragon slayer to Acnologia. Here they are:

Here where we have to see Gajeels dark-side in the beginning, we can see the eerie likeness of the two as they beat down helpless/dead woman. Perhaps this is where Gajeel got his dark abusive streak, from Acnologia.

Both have a strange unique laugh! And side by side like this its like looking in a mirror…espeacially when both don’t have eyebrows! XD using peircings and tattoos to replace them like a boss.

Heres video for proof that Gajeel did say that!

SEE! He does say that in the anime! Plus all the other times he’s called her that and other nicknames involving her height! This just can’t be a coincidence, can it?!

I always wondered why gajeel was able to absorb shadows and recently dark particles, but here Acnologia just devoured one of Jellals magic spells, and he tells them that magic elements HAS NO EFFECT ON HIM! Maybe thats why gajeel can do what he can do! Genetics!

And thats all I have for this time! Hope you enjoyed, and once again, I can feel it in my bones that these two are connected. Either father and son, brothers, or maybe some kind of magic spell like Erza’s mother tried to do when she wanted a new body. Its very possible and I can’t wait to read more! And hopefully it means that well see more gajeel and levy!!!!

but imagine if Wu was the one that got bit by the devourer as a kid

X amount of years later and garm is like hello friends you gotta go fight wu also say hello to my son

Would Lloyd actually be a good character then like I imagine he wouldn’t go to evil school™ so would he be like hello friends would you like some tea or something like

i rly like thinking about stuff that could change a lot from the past ok

118, good news
“I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.”
― Franz Kafka

She careened while walking down those polished floors of the corridor, towards the hosted venue of the main CCG offices. These empty hallways never failed devouring those who tread within them. They were haunted. This silence, she feels, bites bitterly and cruelly. Swaying slightly like a weak and wounded bird. Heavy, tired expression on her face told more of her current mindset than any words could have.

For no one is left. 

Her name has always been an ace to play in most situations. A powerful piece on the board once, but now, she’s in check. Matsuri was declared missing after the siege of clowns. Missing.. Missing! How.. How— how! How could Souta permit that.. The one leading. How can this happen again..  ‘It’s happening again, isn’t it?..’  She’s heard those rumors of V appearing as a shield for the main branch of the CCG; the long - lasting, mysterious organization known as V debuting on the battlefield at the CCG’s time of need. She knew better, however. Kaiko and the rest would not have been ordered by anyone else other than a Washuu - a powerful Washuu. Him – Souta, surely, must have done something. They had done something, she knew of it. She just did. But she couldn’t declare her brother dead. No, she couldn’t grip that. Father was gone and buried with the best flowers she could buy. Matsuri will not be another grave - another funeral to attend to. Thought alone made her teeth gnash and her eyes darker and heavier.

Alone.

She was alone again.  And the halls were cold; she tasted its crisp, Berlin air.

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