i’m in love with papa v perpetua and he’s my wife :) i like freak shit (feel free to ask me about specifics). zelda is my cat (my daughter).
my ao3 account is listed under either clowntaint or lifewerve ! moots can ask for my discord :)
tags i use :)
various characters are usually tagged under [character name] my beloved (or some variation) and fandoms are [fandom] posting (except ghost bc i’m not retagging everything)
briar core - various things that remind me of my ghoul oc briar (ranges between serious and aesthetic to absolute shitposts)
perpetua core/copia core/[character] core- same as above
🌻💖🐀 / ✨💖🌻💖🐀 (briar and copia) - my ship tags for briar and copia/ aether/briar/copia
✨💖🐀 (copia and aether)
🐕💖🦇 (unnamed oc and perpetua) - my self ship/oc tag ….
🌩️💖🔮💖🐕💖🦇- storm ghoul/haze ghoulette/unnamed oc/perpetua (any variation of the four of them)
Listen even if Tobingle Farthingale kills Copia I’m still gonna resurrect that bitch and bounce on it in my mind palace, nobody can stop me and I can’t be controlled
This is a great blog with a lot of good links on an issue I feel strongly about.
At my store, we are constantly asked why we don't have a large selection of computer programming books. Unfortunately, the speed of change has made computer books increasingly challenging to publish in print economically and keep on the shelf physically at retail. An important market for these physical books, however, is prisoners. Time and timeliness are less important under their circumstances, but having and maintaining a foundation of what is going on in the industry outside their walls is crucial.
Making books available for prisoners has always been complicated, particularly books that can help prisoners prepare for work post incarceration.
one of my fears is that i'll be 7 hours down my dash reblogging things not knowing that, like, the end of the world is happening. everyone is posting shit like FUCK THE MARTIANS HAVE TOUCHED DOWN IN LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA meanwhile i'm like here's a picture of snoopy :-)
summary: you found a summoning ritual and gave it a try. now something lurks in your closet and wants to make you belong to it
perpetua/transmasc unnamed oc (terms/names used: cock, hole, ‘good boy’, ‘baby’). first time, monsterfucking (??)
notes: this is my like… first published fic in forever. this is my VERY ROUGH DRAFT. 😬 this is unbetaed, and only slightly edited BUT i’m impatient as hell. real actual edited version will be out eventually and might not be in second person.
Please enjoy!!!! 💖💖🦇
(tagging @lesbianperpetua and @sludge-saturday)
You're unsure how long you were asleep before you felt a weight on your bed.
"Lay down please." You mumbled, half asleep reaching to pet your cat, eyes snapping open when your hand touches something human. You're unsure how try to scramble for the light but a hand grabs your wrist and in the faint glow from the streetlights, you see the hand has sharp claws and despite feeling human, seems to be shifting sizes as you stared at it.
"Don't. Too Bright." A voice came from the dark of your closet where the door had been opened again. You could see a pair of eyes, one stark white and the other a bright green that seemed to change hues. Something about this whatever that was currently in your closet made you feel both terrified and safe. "Won't hurt. You called for me." The voice seemed to be speaking out loud as well as echoing in your head, and any sense of fear quickly was taken over by a feeling of peace.
"I did?" You asked softly, moving to sit up more, the arm retreating back into the darkness. You saw the eyes move in what seemed to be a nod.
"You're lonely. I heard your call and came." It said. "Funny creature helped me. She really loves you.".
"How long have you been watching me sleep?"
"Since you made that plea." You snapped awake, remembering the summoning ritual you looked up and proceeded to carry out but had thought failed.
There was a silence before you felt the weight on the end of your bed again and the cool feeling of the clawed hand resting on your knee.
"Can I see you?" You asked suddenly, the hand jerking back. "I uh… I'd like to see who I feel like I practically sold my soul to. And maybe a name I could call you?" The voice let out the breath it had supervise been holding as a dark shadow crept across the wall before taking form in front of you. He took the form of a tall man with those same mismatched eyes. Parts of his face seemed to shimmer with a silver glint blah blah blah GET TO THE FUCKIN
A smile played at the corners of Perpetua's mouth. "I know how you long to feel someone." It whispered, reaching out to brush a claw across your cheek and leaning in. "Just invite me closer. Say that you want to be mine." It practically growled against your lips, eyes boring into yours.
"I want to be yours." You whispered after what felt like an eternity just staring into his eyes. The form in front of you grinned, streetlights seeming to glint off of his fangs (He didn't have fangs before right?), and leaned forward, as if he was letting you take another chance to back away.
You closed the space between you and him and pressed a soft kiss to his surpisingly unpainted lips. You felt him smile against your mouth as he pushed closer to you, guiding you to lie down against your pillows. He pressed against you, humming when he nipped under your ear, causing you to moan softly.
"Perpetua wait…" You said, placing a hand on the top of his head. "I-I've never done… Anything before." He paused to look up at you, something fighting behind his mismatched gaze.
"I'm honored to be your first." He murmured, kissing you lightly. Something seemed to lurk behind his words and eyes, but the minute his hand made contact with your aching need everything shifted and the only thing you could focus on was how his fingers felt around your dick and how suddenly you needed even more of him. As if he could read your mind, he kissed down your torso, a clawed hand resting on your hips in order to ground you as he nudged your thighs apart. Perpetua hummed at how wet you were, pressing a kiss to your thigh before planting soft kisses on your pussy. You let out a small whimper, hips rocking against his face.
"Shh… Let me take care of you." It whispered, rubbing your hip gently as it felt like he practically devoured you. It didn't take long for you to become a shaking mess, clenching around nothing. "That's it baby. Let yourself go. You're doing so good." You risked looking down at him right as he slid a finger inside you and wrapped his lips around your cock. The sheer look of pleasure- no, hunger on his face was enough to send you toppling over with a cry, your fingers curling in his hair as you ground against his face.
Perpetua moaned, lapping up your release, a blissed out look on his face as he worked you through your orgasam, letting out a noise when you started feeling over stimulated. He hummed and crawled up to kiss you, pulling you close to his chest. You tried to catch your breath, taking in his scent and commuting it to memory, hands roaming over his chest. "Perpetua. Can I?" You asked softly, your hands stopping at his stomach, inching lower when you heard a breathy "Fuck yes." as he rolled onto his back, smiling up at you, watching you explore his body, one hand still on your hip,
"Don't feel like you need to rush into anything." He said, eyes fluttering shut when you wrapped your hand around his cock. "This is about you." You swallowed, looking down at the feeling of his cock in your hand. Something in your brain kicked in, your body moving to sit across his hips. He looked up at you, giving you a questioning look.
"I want to try…" You whispered, moving to try and line yourself up so that his head caught your hole, making both of your breath hitch, the grip on your hip tightening.
"I might never go away if you do." Perpetua murmured, watching you slowly take the head of his cock inside you, eyes darting from where you were coaxing yourself on his length to your face as your eyes widened when he finally slid inside you. "Go as slow as you need." He said, his voice strangled as he flexed his fingers against your hips, holding back from thrusting up into you.
With a shaky breath you began to move so that you could adjust to him sliding deeper inside you, letting out a stuttered moan and squeezing your eyes shut when your hips finally met his. "P-Perp…" You choked out, lifting your hips slightly to drop back down against him, letting your eyes open. Seeing Perpetua staring at where you were rocking against him, his eyes dark and mouth open. "I think I need more." You managed to squeak out when the head of his cock pressed against you just right, his attention snapping back up to your face. Without asking any questions, he sat up holding you against his chest, his hips rocking to meet yours.
"That's it baby… I got you. You take me so well." Perpetua breathed against your ear, adjusting his thrusts in a way that caused you to cry out and arch against him.
"Please. Oh fuck please…" You whimpered, moving one of his hands to your own aching cock, not caring about the sharpness of the claws. He leaned to kiss your throat, teeth grazing a mark that he had made earlier.
"C'mon baby. I know you can give me one more." He stroked at your cock with his fingers, letting his claws brush against your hold, your breath stuttering. "That's my good boy. Just one more okay?" You continued to rock against him, leaning heavily against him, burying your face in his neck and crying out when your vision turned white as your orgasm crashed into you. You only heard the sound of your blood rushing in your head and felt Perpetua bite at the crook of your shoulder as he followed you, his grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place.
You don't know how long you sat in Perpetua's arms, breathing heavy your body feeling spent and exhausted. You were already half asleep when he carefully slid out of you, making a noise in the back of his throat as he saw his cum dripping out of you. And by the time he came back with a washcloth and your water bottle you were already dozing off, reaching for him when you felt him crawl into bed with you and take you back into his arms.
You woke up in your bed, fully dressed and sore. It's still pretty early in the morning and your heart aches when you realize you're alone. You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes, hoping to drift back asleep and dreaming about the mysterious figment that was hiding in your closet last night.
You were half asleep again when you felt something brush your forehead, a voice sounding in your mind that made your heart flutter.
'I'm still here. You're stuck with me.' It said, pressing a phantom kiss against your lips. You smiled, curled up under your blanket, and fell back asleep, Perpetua's clawed hand reaching from your closet to entwine his fingers with yours.
Pottery sounds terrifying to me. Every post I see is like "Here's this awesome art I made!! Pray for me that it survives The Kiln™ :')" I don't think I could cope with making art that could quite easily blow up and I have no way of controlling that. You guys are true heroes.
I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡
okay this is a list of exclusively bangers, not even counting the fact that WE HEXED THE MOON is on here which obviously makes me feel joyous. but kushiel's dart fuckin RULES as did on sundays she picked flowers and patricia wants to cuddle. 10/10 no notes
