Ouch

i find it funny how malleus is known to have a breeding kink in the fanfic community but collectively forgot that, as a fae, he has a very low fertility rate because faes can't reproduce that easily.

then again, the reason why he DOES have a breeding kink is because faes are into big families/having a lot of connections so he'll NATURALLY want to have a big count. so...take this information as you wish when writing for malleus ✌️

I wanted to make my own custom banner for my profile, so, uh... Here it is. Figured I should have a Twisted Wonderland image for my banner, since, you know, I write TWST smut, but I also really liked the Kakashi sensei reading smut image I had before.

So boom. I combined them.

Crowley reading Naruto smut. How weeby is that shit?

Made in ✨️Procreate✨️.

FLOYD LOOKS SO SCARED

This was a joke with a friend that got completely out of hand lmao

"Where's Whumpee?" Caretaker whispered, fear dulling his eyes.

The angel sighed, "The ways of justice are complex and--"

"What did you do?"

"Whumpee was a demon. He was never meant to find happiness. Tragedy was always in his destiny."

"No, you decided he didn't deserve happiness because he was different from you."

"Caretaker, I know this must be difficult for you to understand--"

Caretaker flinched away from the angel's cold touch, clutching the tattered jacket to his chest.

"He was my friend," he choked out between sobs, "He was my best friend. And you sentenced him to death."

Reblog if you say "Y'all"

The angst 😔

Rumours say:

"The Ramshackle mansion used to be a dorm with only two students who were one once"

"Not so long ago too! A monster and a magicless human, inseparable they were, and so many tragedies they faced, seven overblots"

"They say that there was an eighth one, this was the one who took their life, and the last one in Night Raven, the reign of overblots was stopped by a magicless human and their monster... at the cost of their life... taken by the same monster they loved"

"That's just a rumor tho"

"A sad one"

"That probably is just a made up story"

"Yeah... wanna scare the 1th years with it tho?"

"Hell yeah dude!"

That's what the students say, what they don't notice is how diferent the collage is at this age.

They don't ask why there's a therapist being hired for NRC and how rigid their contract is, bided by a powerful unique magic, sealed in the deeps of a grave in the same building the story revolves around.

Noone questions why every dorm has more bonding activities instead of competitive ones, between themselves and their "rivals", all promoted by the head of the house Alsim.

Noone asks why every year there's a gathering between very old students, all always there, some grumpier than others, but even those are open to listen and many advises to give.

Noone sees seven specific guest always passing by a grave in the abandoned building leaving flowers behind, each year is the same, but noone bothered to ask

However, there's a story the paintings sometimes tell, of a magicless student who didn't belong to this world, their roommate monster, their friends and allies, and how in the end, they could go back home even if it was in a painful way.

Sobbing again for the second time. Please never delete this.

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

“Just b/c you’re mythical doesn’t mean you don’t have to work. Werewolf? DEA. Mermaid? Seaborn search & rescue. Demon? Hostage Negotiation. Druids? Forestry. Your talents are saught after, not feared. You CAN get a job.“

Ehem. Let's do this again.

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows."

"Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine."

"With this candle, I will light your way in darkness."

"With this ring, I ask you to be mine."