#corruption?

[softvampirewhump]

Bonfire:

For @princeofsinweek, day one 👀

Also, it doubles as whumpsgiving day one!

⚠️ Canon typical scenario (prompt) & Demonic (magical) influence 🔞

The frigid air surrounding your over sensitive body only served to send more pleasure through you.

It had been a miserable night, much like the other, but without the companionship of previous times.

You couldn't even find anyone to so much as look your way twice. Let alone bed them!

Your frustrations must've led you here. Writhing while invisible hands curled around your aching body.

Sensations of fingernails tracing lovely patterns higher and higher had you chasing what wasn't there.

The demon prince helped you on your way.

Keeping a dialogue with you, though you were much too gone to sensation until he drew back his magic.

"So heavenly!" You cried out. Mouth agape, eyes staring upwards.

[starph]

who i am

[captaindeadeye]

Deep Snow

Very very little thing I wrote for an AU where Yve becomes Icebrood. I might write a little more some other time.

Listened to this song while writing this.

You can’t protect them without me. You need me. I can make you strong.

That gentle, alluring voice was the only thing Yve could hear. The words filled his headspace like a bottle, airtight between his thoughts. His teeth chattered, his arms tight around his elbows, hugging himself; his coat did very little to protect him from the biting cold. 

Yve leaves were stiff. Frozen. He was very lost, separated from his patrol squad in a sudden blizzard, wandering where his feet would take him with what little strength they had.

Gray clouds overhead threatened to shed snow or sleet or hail or whatever. To make Yve even more miserable. To kill him.

Yve brought his gloved hands up to his mouth to breathe into them as if that would help him warm up. It didn’t, but he knew that. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer in the dead of winter.

You’re going to die. You need me.

Yve marched on, no destination in mind, unless he was being led to his death by the voice in his head.

It began to snow.

Yve’s legs grew slower and weaker as the light blizzard soaked his coat through.

He wasn’t strong enough to protect his dearheart, not strong enough to protect his best friend. He wasn’t there to protect his comrades, fight alongside them, help them recover.

All of his problems became his problems because of him, because he was weak. A weak little plant dying in the cold. Pathetic. Weak. Little.

Yve collapsed to his knees in the fresh snow, sinking a few inches into it, daggers clattering. He cursed himself. Again, he wasn’t strong enough.

“I give up. Please, help me. I can’t be weak anymore,” he croaked, tucking his head against his chest. “I want to protect them.”

Figures approached Yve’s crumpled figure as if being summoned from the blizzard and its wind. Large, shimmering Icebrood men, towering over the defeated Sylvari. Clad in ice.

One of the Svanir men grabbed Yve by his arm and began to drag him away, back in the direction they came, a slow march.

Yve’s eyes fluttered shut.

Rest. I’ll help you.

[talitawayne]

Trump is literally just a talking tangerine

[seamusdemora]

An example of what I keep ranting about:

This post gets a "Mature Content" rating by tumblr's censorship regime;

While this post does not get a "Mature Content" rating by tumblr's censorship regime.

I don't know if this is stupidity, or if it's corruption, but something is certainly amiss. In any event, it's time for me to take a vacation from tumblr.

[tacousername]

To him, she was like a fine work of art.  A delicate flower waiting to be picked and placed for everyone to admire.  She couldn’t know with how much adoration he gazed upon her whenever he got the chance.  The only evidence of his worship was the occasional polaroids that she found of herself throughout her house.  Some were taken through her window, some were of her out doing errands, some of them even looked like they were taken from inside the house. Along with the polaroids came sweet, sweet notes, ones reciting poetry and others preaching how he would worship her.

She thought nothing much of it.  Part of her was glad that she was being stalked, she hoped that whoever it was would take her out before she did it herself. Of course he would never do that. How could he even consider doing that to such a beautiful girl, the girl he planned on marrying one day.

It was inevitable that she would some day notice him, his fingers a tad too clumsy when he was trying to take another photo, the camera falling out of his hands right onto the soft grass with a thump. In the few seconds it took for him to register what happened she had already jumped up and closed her curtains, realizing just how afraid she was of this mysterious man.

Nothing happened after that, not for a few weeks. Once again he started admiring her but from farther away than before. He would write heartfelt letters, sweet words written on the paper before the envelope was filled and sealed with wax. The girl tried to ignore them, thought it would only be depraved words, phrases born from a perverts thoughts.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened one of the many letters. She couldn’t help herself, after all he did write those sweet notes about her before. Many of the letters were filled with sickly sweet poetry, the words painting a rosy blush onto her cheeks.

Since then she has tried to find him, all the places where he would take photos from had no trace of him though. It was like a game of cat and mouse, the man enjoying himself at the sight of the enthralled girl looking for him.

When he finally had enough of waiting he showed up at her door, a bouquet of flowers and a beautiful ring in his hands. How could she say no after all the letters he wrote her about how she would be his one day? Of course his plan worked, when the girl opened the door she accepted the proposal, happy to finally meet the sweet man. He finally had her exactly where she was supposed to be.

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This is my first time writing something like this so i’m sorry if it’s bad lol

i’ll probably write more stuff in the future, perhaps COD related stuff if this actually gets popular

if i can improve anything on my writing please tell me what i can improve

[flurriethefox]

So I got an idea.

During a zombie apocalypse or smth (maybe the corruption?) of the sort, Agoti, Aldryx, and Solazar are stuck in a building with a bunch of the infected in it. While they’re navigating the building and the city to try and get out, they end up briefly getting separated, and one of them gets scratched or smth. They hide it for as long as possible, covering the mark and using gloves and stuff to cover the spreading, and as the other two are ready to escape, the Infected One says they’ll catch up or something along those line. Now for example, say Aldryx is the one that got infected. Solazar would realize immediately what happened, and Agoti would be confused as fuck until he eventually realizes as well. The reactions would be different depending on the person, but you get the gist.

Now maybe they end up finding a cure, or they contain the Infected One while they create a cure, or they end up having to leave them to die. I dunno, there are a lot of possible ways this could go. But I just thought ANGST