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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Desolation

Disillusionment and despair— chaos reigns everywhere, The disintegration of the modern world. Fires flicker in ghostly delight. Landscapes are erased, bodies burning, human cruelties revealed without disguise. It flutters like a starving bat, muttering its cracked prophecy into the stillness— a dirge drifting through time unchanged. We wither and perish into minute shards every passing day. Only to replicate ourselves in the same collapsing realm, within our doomed ways. This is where centuries of claimed civilization have led us. This is the extent of our knowledge in action. This is not us It cannot be We are not what we're supposed to be Soon grotesque poisoned bodies will be twisting in the streets. Maybe your street by your home. In the end... Who are we truly killing— except ourselves, again, and again.

Literature

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our beliefs through sin and now the outlook's getting bleak for we were never meant to win and so you laugh as turns to ash the compass points which were our guide and for our compliance you ask bid us to hate and embrace pride pages torn and the flames have curled the edges back without a sound I'll choose love in a loveless world I'll still choose hope when none's around it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the scales have been tipped so wrong no longer 'tis of thee posture, pose, and call it strength it plays as a weakness you will go to any length claim that it's for Jesus for the means you justify through each your greedy ends fight to force us to comply freedom was just pretend surprised it lasted this long with such fragility it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our belief in men and now the outlook's getting bleak for too many can't see the

Literature

Love Haiku

Tiny strings of love Tie my heart here, without them, I would just give up

Suggested Deviants

Aquastil

Literature

Rain is 10percent Healthy

All the seagulls are wrenched in the shadows of a purple city, with the guts washing down the streets.With rings and fruit and the hearts of flutes, a symphony for dirty blood creaks the door to the safety pub.Pulls the liquor from an earthen well, the plumpest barkeep sings a sad song whole. "The black wine refracts the buried dreams like starlight, and to tameness are satiated stuporly. The sentients all peek their souls, all the smartest and the cunning."The clouds are haunted and the flies are vile. The birds are drunk and the fox is dead. But the prettiest flowers before I rest my head. Well I love to kill the Radiants so hire me, o...

Literature

Sparkle

Dragon's belly festers rusting rainbow gestures, organ enigmas shudder, what is the violent sex swig of a white dream vision, is it the galaxy flicker of diamond children, the drunken dance of bone bliss or blood squirt from naga pupils. . . ?Hill of melted gold and guts, the sky of damaged fangs. Ocean fetches for the heart but tainted shores spite the scorpions, the acid rain of fusion reality, the old love of frightened yellow, no, the boar's aeon breath that inspires the flame throat. Can I learn this. . . ?

Literature

000016 'written'

Servers and murmur-ers, nurses death knight curses, priests sand gobbling and gauze applying, the ring of rusty shovels worm chop tune, soil sleeping with mistress of the worms - door locks and shuts out the brain and doesn't get tame, cannibal lioness and her young a delicious life juice churns in acids gown, old man frown cause soldier's fright sore's a specter that teeth eating witches dream of bleeding and fucking troops of pigs - sigh of the executor mists putrid the air the devil stare dropped into lairs and hell is sacred for miners, heaven is distorted rugged muscle excites the seal wisdom so chirps in arctic exhaustion a red sq...

Finbar-Orton

Literature

Khorne

Here of bone and shining brass through the shattered looking glass is a broken wonderland of roaring flame and bloody sand and on his throne of conquered hells here the lord of fury dwells.

Literature

The Hounding Moon

The ocean rises To swallows the evening sun As the moon hunts it

Literature

Forgotten Lands

I stood in turn with smoke and snow while the wind would rage and blow between the cinder and the frost on the ridge of places lost where long forgotten wonders go to hungry flame and endless snow

Suggested Collections

Stories and Lit

Literature

Moth Soul - Art Trade

The forest craved something new. Stagnation is never enough when you have eons to live through. Silence soothes - but sometimes the trees need to hear …a scream. She forgot who she was as the mirror began to devour her soul. Slowly, the mirror fed its interior, which until then had been filled with non-life, non-hunger - non-existence. Abandoned and forgotten by time, it offered its victim the same thing - oblivion. A quiet, creeping decay. It gleamed amidst a carpet of moss and dew-shimmering mushrooms. Green as spring itself. Delicate as the touch of a spider's web. Her soul offered life not only to the mirror - but also to the emerald bed in which it had settled. And the forest feasted on new life, emerging and transforming. Slowly, painstakingly, it began to blossom, as if inspired - with the promise of something more. Rebirth after centuries of emptiness. The mirror - forgotten by its creators, alone, left to imprison souls for survival - began to breathe. At first, its

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Sea Creature Stories

Literature

Lost (At Sea) and Found

Vore warning in this one...that's it, that's all the warning y'all get to leave... “Finally, I have some time to just relax and take a little time for myself,” a young man sighed, grabbing his fishing gear off of the dock. In a raffle to support a local shelter, he’d won a 2-day rental of a deep-sea fishing boat, and the crew was just waiting for him to come aboard. As he approached, he could see the crew prepping the ship for her voyage, the captain of the ship waving him down from the stern. “Ahoy there! You must be Logan then, yes?” he called over. “That would be me!” the young man replied with a small nod. “Sorry to keep you all waiting!” “No worries, we’re still waiting on a bit more supplies anyways…truck with the bait got caught in traffic…” the captain replied with a small chuckle, before extending a hand to help Logan up onto the ship. “Captain Lúcio, nice to meet you officially Logan.” “A pleasure to meet you as well,” Logan smiled, placing his gear down on the deck.

Literature

Cold Seas, Warm Hearts

Vore and happy endings warning....don't ready further if ya don't like either... Stepping out of the cab, a young man grabbed his suitcase and took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. “Well…here we go…” he smiled, walking out onto the dock. “Said I was supposed to look for…what the hell was the name of the boat?” he muttered, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Ah, right…Voodoo Vixen…great name for a fishing boat…” he muttered, grabbing his belongings again before walking down the dock. He’d been out on the ocean more than a few times in his life, so he’d grown to have a great appreciation for the sea…though he wasn’t too thrilled about his new line of work. Small fishing crew on dangerous water…sounded like a great bit of employment. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice…he needed work somewhere, and this was his best bet at the time. But hey, according to the captain, who he’d talked to on the phone before having the cab come and pick him, the pay was

Literature

Ocean's Song

Vore, language, and violence warning. Triple threat, y'all heard it here first“Kill it! Whichever of ya kills it gets the treasure its guarding!” the captain of the ship shouted over the cannon fire and musket shots, a large wave crashing into the side of the ship. Lightning flashed across the sky as the rain splattered against the ship, her crew running around frantically…some battling the creature before them while other battled the elements to keep the ship afloat. Another flash of lightning snaked its way across the black clouds overhead, many of the crew finally catching a glimpse at what it was they were fighting…a mermaid, though th...

Literature

Meeting Caspian (softvore version)

It was a cold night the winds blew peacefully in the area, the clouds floated by lazily in the area, the moon and stars shined brightly in the sky, the Pokemon were sleeping peacefully in their homes, you were running through the woods trying to find a safe place. The world had been taken over the world by Pokemon mankind became few in numbers now they were considered rare among Pokemon, you didn’t understand what happened all you remember was being at home with your family and then this happened.You continued running until you bumped into something soft and squishy you fell to the ground you looked up and saw who you bumped into, you acci...

Literature

Meeting Rororo (softvore version)

It was a sunny day the sun shined brightly in the sky, the winds blew peacefully in the area, the clouds floated by lazily in the area, the birds sung peacefully in the area, your eyes slowly opened seeing the sun you leaned up to see you weren’t in the big city anymore. You got up cracking a few bones you remember being at home and then passing out for no reason you got up and looked around, now you were in a forest but something was off you felt different like there was this energy flowing from somewhere, you walked near the lake and started drinking from it.You searched for food but you felt something was watching you but from where you...

Literature

Meeting Smaug (softvore version)

Here’s what Smaug’s voice sounds like www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMmdjx…It was a cold rainy night the rains fell without ends, the black clouds floated by and hid the moon and stars from the eyesight, the moon and stars tried to shine through the clouds with little success, you were running through the storm trying to find some shelter but very few places that were warm and safe enough. You hid under a tree and leaned against it getting your breath back all you remember was your village catching on fire because of some bolts of lightning you didn’t know if anyone survived the fires or anything.You saw a castle not too far away you saw some li...

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Desolation

Disillusionment and despair— chaos reigns everywhere, The disintegration of the modern world. Fires flicker in ghostly delight. Landscapes are erased, bodies burning, human cruelties revealed without disguise. It flutters like a starving bat, muttering its cracked prophecy into the stillness— a dirge drifting through time unchanged. We wither and perish into minute shards every passing day. Only to replicate ourselves in the same collapsing realm, within our doomed ways. This is where centuries of claimed civilization have led us. This is the extent of our knowledge in action. This is not us It cannot be We are not what we're supposed to be Soon grotesque poisoned bodies will be twisting in the streets. Maybe your street by your home. In the end... Who are we truly killing— except ourselves, again, and again.

Literature

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our beliefs through sin and now the outlook's getting bleak for we were never meant to win and so you laugh as turns to ash the compass points which were our guide and for our compliance you ask bid us to hate and embrace pride pages torn and the flames have curled the edges back without a sound I'll choose love in a loveless world I'll still choose hope when none's around it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the scales have been tipped so wrong no longer 'tis of thee posture, pose, and call it strength it plays as a weakness you will go to any length claim that it's for Jesus for the means you justify through each your greedy ends fight to force us to comply freedom was just pretend surprised it lasted this long with such fragility it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our belief in men and now the outlook's getting bleak for too many can't see the

Literature

Love Haiku

Tiny strings of love Tie my heart here, without them, I would just give up

Suggested Deviants

Aquastil

Literature

Rain is 10percent Healthy

All the seagulls are wrenched in the shadows of a purple city, with the guts washing down the streets.With rings and fruit and the hearts of flutes, a symphony for dirty blood creaks the door to the safety pub.Pulls the liquor from an earthen well, the plumpest barkeep sings a sad song whole. "The black wine refracts the buried dreams like starlight, and to tameness are satiated stuporly. The sentients all peek their souls, all the smartest and the cunning."The clouds are haunted and the flies are vile. The birds are drunk and the fox is dead. But the prettiest flowers before I rest my head. Well I love to kill the Radiants so hire me, o...

Literature

Sparkle

Dragon's belly festers rusting rainbow gestures, organ enigmas shudder, what is the violent sex swig of a white dream vision, is it the galaxy flicker of diamond children, the drunken dance of bone bliss or blood squirt from naga pupils. . . ?Hill of melted gold and guts, the sky of damaged fangs. Ocean fetches for the heart but tainted shores spite the scorpions, the acid rain of fusion reality, the old love of frightened yellow, no, the boar's aeon breath that inspires the flame throat. Can I learn this. . . ?

Literature

000016 'written'

Servers and murmur-ers, nurses death knight curses, priests sand gobbling and gauze applying, the ring of rusty shovels worm chop tune, soil sleeping with mistress of the worms - door locks and shuts out the brain and doesn't get tame, cannibal lioness and her young a delicious life juice churns in acids gown, old man frown cause soldier's fright sore's a specter that teeth eating witches dream of bleeding and fucking troops of pigs - sigh of the executor mists putrid the air the devil stare dropped into lairs and hell is sacred for miners, heaven is distorted rugged muscle excites the seal wisdom so chirps in arctic exhaustion a red sq...

Finbar-Orton

Literature

Khorne

Here of bone and shining brass through the shattered looking glass is a broken wonderland of roaring flame and bloody sand and on his throne of conquered hells here the lord of fury dwells.

Literature

The Hounding Moon

The ocean rises To swallows the evening sun As the moon hunts it

Literature

Forgotten Lands

I stood in turn with smoke and snow while the wind would rage and blow between the cinder and the frost on the ridge of places lost where long forgotten wonders go to hungry flame and endless snow

Suggested Collections

Stories and Lit

Literature

Moth Soul - Art Trade

The forest craved something new. Stagnation is never enough when you have eons to live through. Silence soothes - but sometimes the trees need to hear …a scream. She forgot who she was as the mirror began to devour her soul. Slowly, the mirror fed its interior, which until then had been filled with non-life, non-hunger - non-existence. Abandoned and forgotten by time, it offered its victim the same thing - oblivion. A quiet, creeping decay. It gleamed amidst a carpet of moss and dew-shimmering mushrooms. Green as spring itself. Delicate as the touch of a spider's web. Her soul offered life not only to the mirror - but also to the emerald bed in which it had settled. And the forest feasted on new life, emerging and transforming. Slowly, painstakingly, it began to blossom, as if inspired - with the promise of something more. Rebirth after centuries of emptiness. The mirror - forgotten by its creators, alone, left to imprison souls for survival - began to breathe. At first, its

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Sea Creature Stories

Literature

Lost (At Sea) and Found

Vore warning in this one...that's it, that's all the warning y'all get to leave... “Finally, I have some time to just relax and take a little time for myself,” a young man sighed, grabbing his fishing gear off of the dock. In a raffle to support a local shelter, he’d won a 2-day rental of a deep-sea fishing boat, and the crew was just waiting for him to come aboard. As he approached, he could see the crew prepping the ship for her voyage, the captain of the ship waving him down from the stern. “Ahoy there! You must be Logan then, yes?” he called over. “That would be me!” the young man replied with a small nod. “Sorry to keep you all waiting!” “No worries, we’re still waiting on a bit more supplies anyways…truck with the bait got caught in traffic…” the captain replied with a small chuckle, before extending a hand to help Logan up onto the ship. “Captain Lúcio, nice to meet you officially Logan.” “A pleasure to meet you as well,” Logan smiled, placing his gear down on the deck.

Literature

Cold Seas, Warm Hearts

Vore and happy endings warning....don't ready further if ya don't like either... Stepping out of the cab, a young man grabbed his suitcase and took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. “Well…here we go…” he smiled, walking out onto the dock. “Said I was supposed to look for…what the hell was the name of the boat?” he muttered, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Ah, right…Voodoo Vixen…great name for a fishing boat…” he muttered, grabbing his belongings again before walking down the dock. He’d been out on the ocean more than a few times in his life, so he’d grown to have a great appreciation for the sea…though he wasn’t too thrilled about his new line of work. Small fishing crew on dangerous water…sounded like a great bit of employment. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice…he needed work somewhere, and this was his best bet at the time. But hey, according to the captain, who he’d talked to on the phone before having the cab come and pick him, the pay was

Literature

Ocean's Song

Vore, language, and violence warning. Triple threat, y'all heard it here first“Kill it! Whichever of ya kills it gets the treasure its guarding!” the captain of the ship shouted over the cannon fire and musket shots, a large wave crashing into the side of the ship. Lightning flashed across the sky as the rain splattered against the ship, her crew running around frantically…some battling the creature before them while other battled the elements to keep the ship afloat. Another flash of lightning snaked its way across the black clouds overhead, many of the crew finally catching a glimpse at what it was they were fighting…a mermaid, though th...

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Meeting Caspian (softvore version)

It was a cold night the winds blew peacefully in the area, the clouds floated by lazily in the area, the moon and stars shined brightly in the sky, the Pokemon were sleeping peacefully in their homes, you were running through the woods trying to find a safe place. The world had been taken over the world by Pokemon mankind became few in numbers now they were considered rare among Pokemon, you didn’t understand what happened all you remember was being at home with your family and then this happened.You continued running until you bumped into something soft and squishy you fell to the ground you looked up and saw who you bumped into, you acci...

Literature

Meeting Rororo (softvore version)

It was a sunny day the sun shined brightly in the sky, the winds blew peacefully in the area, the clouds floated by lazily in the area, the birds sung peacefully in the area, your eyes slowly opened seeing the sun you leaned up to see you weren’t in the big city anymore. You got up cracking a few bones you remember being at home and then passing out for no reason you got up and looked around, now you were in a forest but something was off you felt different like there was this energy flowing from somewhere, you walked near the lake and started drinking from it.You searched for food but you felt something was watching you but from where you...

Literature

Meeting Smaug (softvore version)

Here’s what Smaug’s voice sounds like www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMmdjx…It was a cold rainy night the rains fell without ends, the black clouds floated by and hid the moon and stars from the eyesight, the moon and stars tried to shine through the clouds with little success, you were running through the storm trying to find some shelter but very few places that were warm and safe enough. You hid under a tree and leaned against it getting your breath back all you remember was your village catching on fire because of some bolts of lightning you didn’t know if anyone survived the fires or anything.You saw a castle not too far away you saw some li...

Deviation Actions

Desolation

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

Love Haiku

Rain is 10percent Healthy

Sparkle

000016 'written'

Khorne

The Hounding Moon

Forgotten Lands

Moth Soul - Art Trade

Lost (At Sea) and Found

Cold Seas, Warm Hearts

Ocean's Song

Meeting Caspian (softvore version)

Meeting Rororo (softvore version)

Meeting Smaug (softvore version)

Desolation

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

Love Haiku

Rain is 10percent Healthy

Sparkle

000016 'written'

Khorne

The Hounding Moon

Forgotten Lands

Moth Soul - Art Trade

Lost (At Sea) and Found

Cold Seas, Warm Hearts

Ocean's Song

Meeting Caspian (softvore version)

Meeting Rororo (softvore version)

Meeting Smaug (softvore version)

Fane Anathame

Description

Desolation

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

Love Haiku

Rain is 10percent Healthy

Sparkle

000016 'written'

Khorne

The Hounding Moon

Forgotten Lands

Moth Soul - Art Trade

Lost (At Sea) and Found

Cold Seas, Warm Hearts

Ocean's Song

Meeting Caspian (softvore version)

Meeting Rororo (softvore version)

Meeting Smaug (softvore version)