#// end

[sirderper]

You win. There is no aftrwards. Just the end credits.

I don't know. I just don't know

[moxiepoxart]

END X Sacrificial Bride AU 1/?

[supra-quintessence]

[harunayuuka2060]

Malleus: ...

Malleus: My dear friend, you should be resting in your bed.

Malleus: Why are you here?

MC: *smiles*

MC: Come sit beside me, my friend.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *sits next to them*

MC: ...

Malleus: ...

MC: There's something I would like to give you.

MC: It's nothing much, but I hope you accept.

Malleus: What is it?

MC: *hands him a key*

Malleus: ...

Malleus: What is this?

MC: A key to my house.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *chuckles, but there's a hint of sadness in his tone*

Malleus: Your house doesn't need a key, my friend.

Malleus: Since you only use a piece of wood to secure the door.

MC: *chuckles* Oh, is that right?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *hugs them* *tries to stop himself from crying*

MC: *gently pats his back*

Malleus: I'll miss you, my dear friend.

MC: ...

MC: Don't cry.

Malleus: *sobs*

MC: *weak chuckle* You are really strange, my friend.

MC: I am going to miss you.

[aquamanandfriends]

[ end ]

Quinton nipped the air and chuckled. He shut the water off, grabbed his towel, and wrapped it around his waist. "I like a little bite," he mused softly. He moved into his room to change, giving her time alone in the bathroom.

[shotsshoddy]

[etinceelle]

"Throughout RWBY's development, almost nothing has gone to waste. Sketches, designs, and concepts are all created in the service of a master story plan - one which will inevitably bring about an end to the RWBY saga.

"We have a road map for the entiere show", says Shawcross. "Volume 1 is where it starts, and there's a volume in the future where it ends. Every year we look at that to decide how far we're going to get this year."

The plan provides worldbuilding consistence and storytelling structure, but it also aplies constant pressure to the gas pedal. Every new episode brings Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, and the rest of RWBY's cast ever closer to a final accounting of their fates.

"We want to make sure we're telling a complete story with RWBY," says Burns. "And a complete story has an end.""

Let's hope this story can end properly ❤️🤍🖤💛

(From the last pages of the RWBY artbook, "The World of RWBY - Official companion)

[happyyft]

Tall ronnie making me feel a little silly 🚒

[shifter-therapist]

King draped his arm over Eric’s waist, nuzzling into him more as he breathed in his scent. He was happy and content, finally have found his soulmate and mate, his forever by his side. “Goodnight my handsome man.” He murmured, weakly kissing the other’s chest before drifting off to what would be one of the best slumbers the shifter has ever had in his entire life.

Therapy 101!!!

King was nervous to meet his new client, especially after reading the strangers case and records given to him by another therapist. He mainly catered to humans, so this was his first experience with a supernatural being in his career. “Hello, my name is Dr. Chang. Please sit and make yourself comfortable.” He says politely with a warm smile. “Would you like some tea or coffee before we begin?”

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[sweetbunnytears]

[n64retro]

It's the end of Termina. The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask Nintendo EAD Nintendo 64 2000

[dr-hanwool]

Hanwool watched Rain carefully, his eyes trained on the lithe form clad in the tight black uniform of The Playroom, honed in on every little action. He didn't want to miss a single thing when it came to the escort sitting beside him - not the way his chest expanded and contracted when he breathed, not the fluttering of his long eyelashes, not the squeezing of his fingers against Hanwool's muscular thigh. The doctor could watch him all day, if Rain would let him.

What a sight Hanwool must be right now, to others walking past. Leaned in, waiting with baited breath, hunger in his gaze even if he knew he was not allowed to treat himself to the meal in front of him. Maybe passersby would think he was desperate, and a part of him was - but could Hanwool help it, when he had someone so gorgeous in his sights?

Rain was like a siren, and Hanwool was happily sailing right towards his song.

Hanwool asked what he could do to make Rain feel good. He felt like he'd do anything, even for the tiniest morsel of an answer - it would mean getting to know Rain better, it would mean obtaining the progress that Hanwool was ever so slowly trying to build between the two of them.

"How about I tell you what I want you to do for me, Hyung. How about thinking of me when you get home... Getting in the shower and relieving yourself... Imagining me doing it to you... When you come back, tell me how many times you came."

Rain had leaned in close, his words a private whisper just between the two of them, instantly sending a spark of heat shooting down Hanwool's groin. The doctor swallowed thickly after hearing what the escort told him, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He could hardly think as images of Rain, naked, on his knees in the shower jerking and sucking Hanwool off filtered through his brain like a slideshow. This was the first time they had done something like this, extended their time beyond The Playroom, and Hanwool was excited. Rain, who was notorious for swatting away clients hands and refusing to entertain their sexual ideas, was playing. If anything, treating Hanwool differently, which is exactly what the doctor wanted. He wanted the entire clientele of The Playroom to know - hoped that they'd finally get the hint, that Rain belonged to him and nobody else.

"You think you can do that for me, Hyung?"

"Yes," Hanwool responded, his voice incredibly low and drenched with arousal. "I can definitely do that, Rain."

Hanwool felt like he couldn't wait to get home now, though he was loathe to leave Rain, as usual. His time for the night would be up, soon, his company replaced with another person who paid for the escort's services that night. Only a few more minutes to spend with his muse, and then he would do exactly as Rain told him - think about the man while he jerked off in the shower...

[ end ]

Hanwool stared deeply into Rain's eyes after saying his piece. He meant it, when he told the escort that he would give the man anything he asked for, anything he wanted. He'd kiss Rain, he'd touch Rain, he'd get on his knees for Rain - it might make him seem desperate, but the doctor thought that a more appropriate word was determined. He had lost a man like Rain before, because he had been too stubborn to give anything up - not his time, not his affection, not kind words, nothing. And Hanwool wasn't going to make that mistake again. He was going to rectify it - and what better way to make up for that past than to offer whatever he could to the escort who sparked the life in him again?

Rain allowed Hanwool to hold his arm, which the doctor took as a good sign as he continued gazing up at the escort. He recognised that it might be weird - he had a piercing stare, calculating, intimidating, but it was part of who Hanwool was. What others might think is creepy is his way of showing that he was attentive. Yes, he might be analysing, might be thinking about what was going through a person's mind, but that couldn't be helped. He was a doctor, it came with the job.

Though, Hanwool wasn't on the clock now. The way he stared at Rain was with total genuine interest, and he wondered what the escort was going to say.

Rain's eyes squinted for a moment before his hand covered Hanwool's, his long fingers trailing up the doctor's arm. It caught Hanwool by surprise, with the man's eyes widening for a brief moment as he glanced down at the contact.

"Do you like being told what to do, Hyung? Coz I'm very good at telling people what to do -"

"I don't doubt it," Hanwool said, his voice sounding throaty, excited that he was even having this kind of conversation with the typically closed-off escort. Rain would be good at ordering people around. He had an aura of power surrounding him - that's why he got away with swatting clients and keeping boundaries. It must extend to beyond the booths too - not the backrooms, since Rain didn't work there, but at the very least in bed. Hanwool wouldn't mind at all, if Rain told him what to do in bed. If Rain told him how to fuck him, how to suck him, how to kiss him, how to touch him. And Hanwool would do just about anything to please Rain, if it meant the other would give him a chance.

Rain continued to tease him, a seductive look crossing his face. Hanwool was still when he felt Rain's finger brush over his throat, right across his jugular, the vein that provided blood from the brain to his heart, pulsing away at an even pace - though that pace increased, when Rain decided to put a hand on Hanwool's thigh. The doctor glanced down, seeing the other squeeze his muscle, before returning his gaze to Rain.

"Should I tell you how to make me feel good?"

That kind of talk turned Hanwool on. Knowing that he could do something, anything, to make his partner feel pleasure aroused him greatly, his pants feeling tighter around the crotch after being posed with Rain's question. He wondered, briefly, where Rain was going with this. Definitely not the backroom - but Rain never indulged Hanwool in this kind of talk before. Was this finally the progress that Hanwool had been waiting for? The breaking down of barriers, so that they could flirt, until the tension became too much and they were forced to look at their client-escort relationship in a different way?

"Tell me," Hanwool breathed, his voice strained as he leaned forward. "I like making others feel good. I like being told how to pleasure someone," He continued, covering Rain's hand on his thigh with his own and squeezing. "So tell me what I can do to make you feel good, Rain." He said, falling deeper into the spell the escort had placed on him, ready to give himself up for a taste of insight into Rain's desires...

[various-stormsnsaints]

Rust Cohle:

Ole Munch:

I wanna see a debate between these two

[runningfromadream]

Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.

Ocean Vuong