ravenous wolves.

beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing.

[prophvtics-a]

prophvtics: inwardly they are ravenous wolves. you will know them by their fruits. do men gather grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistles? even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.

[prophvtics-a]

ok this is not my week ive cracked my tooth im on my period my anxiety is through the roof and my drafts are still not fucking fixed so im just gonna bite the bullet and move accounts because at this point wtf am i meant to do... i'll be at @prophvtics again and i'll be moving over threads and stuff eventually its just gonna take me a while cause im gonna have to go through my notifications and find the threads that were in my drafts

[prophvtics-a]

ok this is not my week ive cracked my tooth im on my period my anxiety is through the roof and my drafts are still not fucking fixed so im just gonna bite the bullet and move accounts because at this point wtf am i meant to do... i'll be at @prophvtics again and i'll be moving over threads and stuff eventually its just gonna take me a while cause im gonna have to go through my notifications and find the threads that were in my drafts

[g33khub]

[experienceandobservation]

David Corenswet | GQ Hype | July 07, 2025 | 📷 Noua Unu Studio

[prophvtics-a]

fc ideas for a second generation cult leader whose parents initially ran the cult before they died and then left it to him and now hes becoming disillusioned and needs his favourite cute little disciple to convince him he isnt a fraud <3

[prophvtics-a]

i woke up with awful anxiety today and to make it worse my drafts are still fucked so im probably just gonna go play baldurs gate all day to try and distract myself and i guess if its not fixed by the end of the week ill just have to move accounts which i really dont want to fucking do but i guess im gods favourite play thing

[prophvtics-a]

uhhhhhhh does anyone else not have access to their drafts or is that my tumblr being weird

[prophvtics-a]

at this point im convinced tumblr wants me to delete my account and go walk into a forest never to be seen or heard from again

[prophvtics-a]

uhhhhhhh does anyone else not have access to their drafts or is that my tumblr being weird

[lambsgod]

lennon's nerves were palpable in his body language, tensing up as soon as their lips met like he couldn't believe he'd been blessed with her attention, so libra softened her kisses to ease him into it, feeling him grow more confident by the second. it didn't take long for his puppy dog like eagerness to show through in his enthusiastic kisses, a bit more sloppy than she'd prefer, but his enthusiasm was more than appreciated. better to do too much than not enough, as it gave libra more to work with in the long run. juggling the two of them would take more finesse than the typical one-on-one hookup, but with her body on the line as the ultimate reward, they both seemed to naturally fall into place, charlie's lips finding libra's neck while she busied herself with his friend's fervent kisses. with one hand finding each of their heads, sliding through messy locks to scratch at their scalps soothingly, she pulled back from lennon, batting her lashes as her teeth sunk into her lower lip bashfully before she leaned back enough for him and charlie to be face to face. though she didn't push, libra merely kept them in place with the soft stroking of their hair, looking between them both expectantly.

[prophvtics-a]

the night may not have been going exactly like charlie had hoped it would but at least he hadn't been pushed out entirely. with lennon there too, taking up space that should've been his, it fair to feel anxious about being left out or discarded. the thought of it being at the hands of his best friend only made those fears feel even heavier, thankfully libra had the skills to manage them both at the same time. it wasn't perfect, especially not with how long it had been since he'd managed to actually convince someone to come back home with him but some attention was better than none. he was happy for the time being to mouth at his neck, the scruff of his stubble scratching her soft skin with each sloppy kiss he left. by the time she moved back, leaving himself and lennon face to face, most of that frustration had faded and he was left staring at his friend blankly, brows furrowed ever so slightly in the attempt to work out what he was supposed to do.

not only did he have charlie to impress now, but lennon desperately wanted to please libra and prove to both of them that he wasn't going to make things awkward. he might not have known what he was doing but he had more than enough eagerness to make up for his lack of skill. it helped that libra was a great kisser, confident enough to lead him but still giving him the opportunity to try new things like flicking his tongue against hers to letting his teeth gently graze her bottom lip. a small whimper escaped from the back of his throat after she pulled away and without opening his eyes, lennon surged forwards and kissed charlie with a vigour that he'd had to ease out of himself with libra. at first he felt no reciprocation and a slow, sick feeling started to bubble in his stomach at the thought of having upset him, yet before he could pull away and begin to apologise, he felt one of charlie's hands curl around the back of his head to grab a fistful of his hair and pulled him closer. it was a strange feeling to be kissing him after so long of imagining what it would be like, especially with libra there between them but his fervent need to please everyone involved, he pushed forwards and began to kiss him with the same curiosity he'd shown with her.

[blcssom]

"you're right: it's not a lecture, it's a tantrum." not entirely without cause, of course, and nadine was able to see that much. with so much between them going unsaid for so long, feelings had built up in them both and it had only been a matter of time before they came bursting out. "we are friends, and you are the only one that i want⸺ you keep acting as though both things can't be true!" but his words were slowly breaking through the carefully constructed facade she'd been holding onto for dear life. or, at least, they had been until his harsh words withdrew her from her train of thought. "of course i—— is that how you really feel? that i treat you like a pet?" she couldn't tell if she was more upset at the prospect that his worlds could be true or at the fact that he'd dared utter them at all. "if that's how you feel, then why would you even WANT to be with me? it sounds like you must be pretty miserable, dominic, so i'm not even sure what it is you're still doing here." the words seared her throat as they came tumbling out, gaze avoiding his to focus instead on keeping the tears that welled from pouring over.

[prophvtics-a]

it was no surprise that speaking his mind had landed them in a knotted debate, both of them being too stubborn to admit that they were in the wrong; nadine's inability to admit there even was something wrong and dominic's refusal to see the value in how they'd been managing things was inevitably going to land them in shit but he had a tendency to amplify bad decisions before they had a chance to be fixed. maybe she did treat him like a pet, it certainly felt true when he'd said it but it was different hearing it come from her mouth, however he was in far too deep to admit defeat. "i don't fucking know. yeah, sure. you fuckin' toss me a bone to shut me up." he'd seen plenty of people disappointed in him throughout his life but few had actually managed to affect him in the way that nadine's pitiful expression did. "hey, come on. don't- that's not what i'm fucking saying. i'm here cause i want to be. all i'm saying is i'd be a lot happier if i didn't feel like you were going to drop me any second something better comes along."

[prophvtics-a]

i just know actors im hyperfixating on hate to see me coming when i find out they were in a vampire movie

[prophvtics-a]

my activity is gonna be a little wobbly the next couple weeks i think cause im writing masters applications and i know for a fact the anxiety will eat me alive while i'm waiting to hear back so i'll probably only be responding to threads im super inspired by

[lambsgod]

as a clone, ritchie really didn't have a choice but to submit himself to buffy's will or be exterminated. from what she could understand of the confusingly worded contract she'd been made to sign upon delivering her ex's genetic material to the cloning company, the practice wasn't exactly legal yet— nor was it illegal, as the tech was still too new for the government to have placed any restrictions on it— and therefor any clones created were treated as inventory rather than humans with rights. he only existed to satisfy her whims, and if he no longer fulfilled his purpose then she had every right to dispose of him. the only thing she couldn't do was breed with the subhuman creations, and that was just about the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. before she could ever hope to begin a new chapter in her life, she had to rewrite the previous one with a more satisfying ending, portraying herself as the victor and ritchie the pathetic coward that he was, only, she couldn't seem to bring about a satisfying conclusion. the current ritchie— ritchie #6, she supposed— was a lot more beatable than the last, putting up very little fight and instead letting her dominate him from the get-go, but something was missing in terms of true catharsis. no matter how hard she went on him, how long she spent verbally and physically breaking him down, that gnawing feeling in the pit of her gut only grew. "stop— quit it!" she snapped, no less unnerved by his attempts to appear as small as possible. with the way he was so good at playing the victim, it left her feeling more like a villain than a righteous femme fatale, now playing the part that ritchie had once occupied with not nearly as much self doubt. finally something in her snapped, unable to continue looking down at his fearful eyes and quivering lip, and she all but pounced on him, tackling him to the floor and perching herself on top of him as she grabbed him by the shoulders and shook. "say somethin'! you no good dumb fuckin' sonuvabitch!"

[prophvtics-a]

recollections of his original life were vague and confusing, like trying to remember the details of a film you watched as a child but the feelings came to him in greater detail, the prideful confidence of a man who got off on being superior to others at whatever cost. he didn't need to remember everything in graphic detail to know that he'd been a bad man, even if buffy's terror wasn't firmly lodged in his memory as a core identifier of what made him who he was, the feeling of loving the power he held over her was more than enough to scare him straight in his current ideation. he didn't know what had changed, why he could see what a monster he'd been while previous versions of him hadn't, all he knew was he'd do anything to not be like that again, for however long she let him live. there was nothing he could say to make things better so he'd opted to stay silent, hoping that it would in some way be a relief to buffy not to have to hear him pitifully beg for forgiveness but he'd misunderstood the purpose of his entire existence. her cruelty made no sense if he wasn't acting like the original ritchie, it wouldn't give her the same if any catharsis if he was someone else and yet even if he were to try, he wasn't convinced he would be able to earnestly act in a way that would satisfy her need for revenge. with a yelp, he hit the floor with a thud and immediately cringed in preparation for whatever she was going to do next. "sorry- s-sorry, i'm sorry!" in a feeble attempt to please her, ritchie attempted to spit out whatever words came to mind first which all happened to be the same pathetic apology; high, breathless and shaky. his arms remained stiff by his side, hands balled into tight fists. there was no world where this version of him would dare lay a hand on buffy, however some buried need for preservation occasionally dared to rise up, maybe from a previous iteration that had no problem fighting back.

[mintmatcha]

....virgin with a huge cock so you let him fuck your thighs as practice

[lambsgod]

according to what she'd been taught, capturing her target's attention was supposed to be the easy part. their appearances were meant to exceed the current beauty standards, making them desirable to anyone attracted to their gender, but her current mark seemed to regard her as nothing more than a minor nuisance rather than a viable sexual partner. perhaps he was homosexual, in which case elowyn wasn't sure how she was meant to proceed. surely one of the elders had gone over this exact hypothetical over the course of her training, but that must've been when she found her mind drifting off to other, more pleasant topics. it wasn't that she didn't want to be a pixie, or that she disagreed with their life's mission, just that she wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic about the soul stealing aspect of their existence. if it was necessary to maintain a healthy environment, she would do what was expected of her, but she wouldn't take any pleasure in the act the way some of her peers seemed to. this was simply something she had to get over with, and he certainly wasn't making things easy. "oh... i don't go out much, so i guess i wouldn't know. i'm actually new in town— maybe you could recommend somewhere... nicer?" she tried to play her ignorance off with a giggle, twirling a lock of hair around her finger in a display of ditzy absentmindedness. every time she caught his attention for a moment, he'd just as quickly avert his gaze elsewhere, a frustrating game that had her leaning over the pool table towards him to try and get his eyes back on her. "what's your name? or should i just call you 'mr. grumpy bad at pool guy'?" switching tactics, she attempted to poke at his ego, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him beyond polite yet detached rejection.

[prophvtics-a]

even before murph's life had decided to take a dramatic decline in quality, he'd never been the sort of man who women flocked to. he'd met his ex girlfriend by happenstance and things had fallen into place by pure luck alone, perhaps it was that luck finally running out that allowed her to see how unhappy she was and how little murph contributed to their life and relationship. maybe the universe was trying to do something nice for once but he wasn't interested in handouts, no matter how pretty they were. "there're plenty of bars around here." he stated with the same low mumble as before, such a distinct show of his disinterest that any other woman would surely have scurried away as fast as their kitten heels could take them if they'd been faced with his monotone drawl. not this girl though, for whatever reason. he wouldn't be mean to her, even if he found her whole act a little infuriating. it wasn't her fault that he wasn't interested, any woman could've been stood in her place and he'd be treating them with the same tepid politeness. maybe she thought he was playing purposefully hard to get, in which case he'd have to be upfront about how little he care for companionship that night but in his experience, women didn't tend to like the blunt way he worded things. "murph." he replied matter-of-factly and kept his narrowed eyes pointed down at the pool table, his cue newly lined up to take his next shot. no questions about her name followed, just the familiar silence that came with being around him and the clattering of the coloured balls against each other and the edges of the pool table.

[lambsgod]

"i know, but..." his voice couldn't sound any more pitiful as he perched atop her with a pout, glancing down warily at the toy tucked between her legs. this was exactly what he'd been warned would be the outcome should he have another one of his outbursts, but his emotions couldn't be contained that easily. it was difficult to contend with future consequences when he was so caught up in the moment, and even though he should've known better by now, it wasn't uncommon for him to face punishment for one boneheaded decision or another. "i said i was sorry... that should count for something, right? maybe... m-maybe good dogs make mistakes sometimes." sequoia nuzzled his face against her neck and let out a soft whine that morphed into a growl as his hips attempted to find a way to rut against her properly, hands grasping at her waist in a desperate bid at closeness.

[prophvtics-a]

as sequoia's hips rolled against hers, a silent plea for her mercy, mollie reached down and grabbed his cock in a grip too tight to be pleasurable and scowled up at his desperate expression. she had the patience of a saint, she had to when most of her days were spent teaching tennis to bratty children or over eager men without a true athletic bone in their body but her rules needed to be followed and she wouldn't tolerate being purposefully acted against. "saying sorry is the bare minimum. you think you deserve treats for doing what's expected of you?" after squeezing his cock again, mollie let go in search of something a little lower, cupping his balls in her palm to give them the same harsh, borderline painful treatment. "no, that isn't going to work. it's this or nothing. would you rather me send you home without cumming at all?"