#‘if you want to kill me so badly then do it.’

[bunnyinvanilla]

🍓| laaarge age gap, price is in his late 40s and fem virgin!reader is 21, kissing!

dads best friend john price! having you sitting on his lap while your father’s away, facing him, your legs around his sides as you look at him with the sweetest and shyest expression and red, blushing cheeks after you’ve asked him to ‘teach me how to kiss, please sir?’

john has been trying to remain resilient, to resist your pleads and clear feelings towards him, because you’re so, too young for him, he doesn’t deserve such a sweet, pretty girl, he’s an old, worn out and mean bastard — but, how could he deny those doe, sweet eyes of yours? so tender and kind, it almost kills him how badly he wants to steal you from your father and just have his way with you.

he’s a man of outmost control, after so many years of experience behind his back, the military has taught him to keep his composure and master patience and control — he’s trying to be a responsible adult, although he yearns to have his way with you in the harshest way possible.

so he just sighs, saying “just one kiss, doll”, and lifts his hand to hold your chin with his rough fingers, gripping your chin firmly and tilting your face upwards to push your glossed lips out “open.”

you do as he said, parting your lips slightly —when he bends his head to press his mouth on yours, you hold your breath, not knowing how to react. the kiss is slow at first, but it’s clear that he’s holding back, just moving his lips steadily and gently against yours, his thick beard scratching your warm cheeks. it tastes so good, the warm hint of smoke and a minty liquor. 

but then your hands grip his flannel tight, and he hears a little whimper from you that makes him groan lowly, the fabric of his jeans tightening around his growing bulge. you press yourself closer, wanting to feel more of him — and suddenly the kiss becomes rough, hungry, animalistic, his lips move fast and eagerly against your mouth, licking and kissing with an intensity that makes you hold onto him, your chests pressed together. his tongue pushes forcefully into your mouth, licking and pressing against your own as little whines bubble from your throat. 

john knew you didn’t need to learn how to kiss because you’d never kiss anyone that wasn’t him, and he’d only ever let you kiss him, “if a guy ever tries to do this to you, sweetheart,” he grumbles against your lips, tilting his head to gain more access, pecking your bottom lip and biting it with his own teeth, “you slap him and come to daddy, aight dollface?”

you nod against him, breathless and already panting, poor girl, this is your first kiss and you’re a blushing mess ;( he pulls back slightly and pinches your chin, sprawling his fingers over your jaw “open up for daddy, come on, stick out your tongue f’me, good girl, that’s it, sugar”

and he dives right back in, a feverish kiss full of biting, tongue and teeth, but just as you throw your arms around his neck and mumble a soft ‘’more…” and shift impossibly closer to his lap, he grunts against your lips, letting out a warning sound — he slows his pace down, kissing you slowly now “said just a kiss, angel,”

you whine, pressing an open mouthed kiss on his mustache, your glossy eyes full of need, “please sir, wan’ you daddy, pretty please…” gosh, if only you knew how much he wanted you. 

you’re making it so hard for him, he can’t corrupt your innocence. you recognize the look of restraint behind his eyes, and he just squeezes your hip with his free hand, holding your face close to his until your warm breaths mingle together “im too old for you, sweetheart, you shouldn’t want a old, broken man like me, you’re too young and sweet f’me, love” 

“please sir, i just wan you..” you whine timidly again, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of something hard pressing against your inner thighs, right above your clothed girlbud — your cheeks flame up, red and bright, blushing like the most beautiful flower and ripest fruit, and you pout like a puppy. 

“doll, don’t think for a second i dont want you, princess, but you deserve better, and if your father found out…” he mutters a short, fake chuckle, letting his hands roam freely all over your waist and lower back, the only think he allows himself to indulge into. he knows how much he wants to throw you over his shoulder and take you home with him. 

“you’re still mine anyway, little one, regardless of what we do or don’t do, be sure that you’re mine”

maybe he could only give you a little glimpse, only let you get off on his clothed thigh? teach you how to do it with him and him only?

how long will it take for him to finally give in and give you what you both want?

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Get Below Me vol 1💘

Simp!RoommateVessel x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Fluffy fluffy fluffy expo- some mentions of male masturbation - Vessel’s a bit of a weirdo - shy!reader - Both are obsessed with other and weird about it - Vessel wants to be your first - pacing is weird but hey 🍍

Volume 2 (the smut chapter) will be out this weekend. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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The minute Vessel sat down on the loveseat, nothing mattered. Your roommate dominated your attention. The show you were binging? Stupid. The rabbit hole you were falling down on your phone to occupy you while you were watching tv? Irrelevant. Your eyes were on him. You didn’t care if he walked around without a shirt on. Guys could do that. And you’ve survived seeing him in tighter sweats, surely. Just breathe.

You realize you’re biting your lip when he gets your attention.

“Are you alright?”

That’s when you also realize you’re eye fucking him while he plays on his Switch Lite. He’s making zero effort to be hot and yet…no. Save that thought for later.

“I…just got…” think think think “…really hungry! Be right be back. heh!”

You scurry into the kitchen, trying not to clamp your thighs together for relief as you “look for snacks.” You’re taking some deep square breaths to calm down when…

“Looking for snacks in the dark?” Vessel asks flatly after switching on the kitchen light. He’s leaning in the doorway, taking up more space than normal. His arm is resting against the top of the frame. Blocking you in. “Bit difficult that.”

You gulp and shake your head. “I uhm…using the light on my phone.”

“Your phone’s on the sofa.”

Fuck. He isn’t even looking at you like a predator. Hes looking at you like…Like he’s confused. Because he is. You did this often—scurrying away when there was no real conversation happening. Did you not like him? Certainly you did. There was no denying the mutual attraction but something kept you away. Maybe you were scared of silence. But what you should have been scared of was the thing that scared Vessel: how badly he needed you. No man of his age should “simp.” He’s a successful, intelligent, well-off guy. Finally he has to ask, calling out to you as you walk back into the living room.

“Why don’t you bring guys here? I genuinely wouldn’t mind if you did,” he says knowing full well he’d cry himself to sleep if you brought home some man and had to see the very same “some man” leave in the morning. He sits back on the chair across from you and waits to hear what you have to say, even though you look mortified.

“I…I don’t really date.”

Oh. This is a surprise. “Do you not…are you….”

“Hah it’s…no I’d like to. I just…I’m a late bloomer is all. Virgin…”

Vessel shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “No worries. That’s not a bad thing necessarily. But…are you..I don’t know. Lonely? You’re so gorgeous and…”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Your cheeks warm up.

He blushes and looks down. “Yes.” Vessel shrugs with a shy smile. “I…I doubt you even think…remotely similar to m—“

“No Ves, you…you’re… I think you’re so ha—.” You don’t even finish your sentence. He should know. He has to know. “Anyways. I’m at the point in my life where I want my first time to be with someone I’m sure about. A lot of my baggage is from just…giving ‘it’ up and by ‘it,’ I mean ‘me.’” You sigh heavily and look away. “Not trying to be prude about these things. I’m just scared. Scared of choosing the wrong person and ruining that part of my life. The uncertainty kills me.”

Vessel leans his elbows on his knees and looks at you lovingly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Honestly it’s admirable but…you can’t live in fear. Easier said than done but…”

There’s a knowing look between you two. It’s a delicate, tender moment. “Ves…”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you bring girls over?”

Silence. He chews at his lip and sighs. “Hey…listen…” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to avoid that question by asking you something that makes me feel just as awkward.” You don’t protest. Instead you shift a little and nod. “What if we, like, you and me…would you go out with me sometime? Maybe? Like for…fun?”

“Wow Ves, for fun? You know how to treat a girl,” you snicker.

He rolls his eyes and groans, rubbing his face hard with his wide hands. “Don’t be daft, honestly.” He shakes his weary head and bites his lip, taking in your pretty face. “Just put me out of my misery and reject me already. Can I take you out sometime?”

Yeah, ok. “Reject him.” You couldn’t if you tried. You two took things slow. Almost painfully slow, but this was important to both of you. Very much so to Vessel, but he didn’t want to show it too much. He wanted to be brave for you. A perfect boyfriend, if you’d allow him that. It was all going to plan.

From the moment you inquired about the room for rent, he was drawn to you. But again, he couldn’t show that. How creepy would that look? A tall and imposing but otherwise gentle (on the outside) guy insisting that a pretty, single girl like you share his townhouse might raise eyebrows. He was cool. Aloof, but not apathetic. He wanted you in his house on your terms. That’s all. And as he hoped, you were falling for him. He was already there. Just biding his time until you caught up. Until then, it was night after night imagining how nice it would be to strike. To make the first move and just show you how shamelessly…how gleefully obsessed with you he is. Vessel spent so many nights fucking his own fist, staring at his closed bedroom door just willing you to catch him. But you were a good girl. You’d never barge in unannounced unless there was an emergency. So good. The best girl, in his estimation. Why couldn’t you barge in? Why couldn’t you be just a little more of the vixen Vessel knows is hiding underneath your surface.

It was Valentine’s Day. A five whole weeks since Vessel asked you out. That also meant five weeks of…tooth rotting happiness. You were beside yourself. You still had absolutely no idea how long he wanted this. Wanted you. And in his mind, the less you knew was better. He just wanted you to let it happen and accept that you were his. He was yours. And he wanted this night to be special.

[rene-of-the-blackouts]

Hey-hey-hey! I know you have been wondering, waiting, looking forward to...

Our Let's transmute something together event news!

The time has come to find out who our gorgeous alchemists' duos or teams are!

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"Never Acting At All"

@detroyteck & @kimbleefucker

@graphx & @the-catmans-offical-2

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@paintbrushfrog & @saphkick

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"Envy is Self Destruction"

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@cilasbestos & @scarymonsters-andsupercreeps & @temsiik

@deaddovehasbeeneaten & @bees-and-spice

@momomorriko & @swaggeringsinusoid & @zeaofgreed

Time and time again, Bido had wondered how he’d die. He wasn’t naïve, he had never believed he’d live an exceptionally long life and die peacefully in his sleep. He had tried to avoid danger, had been careful enough to not get involved in any fights, always snuck away before anything could turn violent. When these people had taken him, he had been sure that this would be it. And then, when they hadn’t killed him, part of him had wished they had. That time had been worse than death. And yet… He hadn’t wanted to die. Even now, he still wanted to live. But he wasn’t fast enough, he wasn’t strong enough. And he was alone. This was it then. Just so soon after regaining his freedom. Closing his eyes, he waited for the shot to happen. It never came. Instead, there was the sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream and the thud of something metallic hitting the ground. “Y’know, I don’t appreciate others damaging what’s mine.”

by Lina

@writerofallthingsfandom & @pennbzh

@peapodsinspace & @shuboxx

@dont-open-dead-inside-net & unrevealed:)

Professor Elric was a legend. A terrifying legend. Rumours about him ranged from mildly surprising to utterly preposterous, yet they all agreed on one thing: Edward Elric was undefeated, unafraid of anything and anyone.

That was before he encounters his worst enemy. Milk.

"Professor Elric vs. Milk"

Carter & @fandommenagerie

@d1ssolv3dt0by & unrevealed :)

@lynyangell & @awesomedurraworld

‘Take care of my daughter, Roy.’ The array on her back. She’s alone and destitute. And Sensei intended for me to have his notes…He thought I’d marry her. He meant for me to marry her. Is that what she’s expecting?

He’s sitting way too close to her. He can smell the earthy, piney scent of her shampoo, and it’s damn appealing. She’s eighteen. He could… But that’s crazy. What sort of life would that set them up for? A marriage of convenience and obligation? A marriage without love for the sake of alchemy? He wants flame alchemy. Badly. It will change the entire course of his life if he gets his hands on it. He’d endure a loveless marriage if that’s what it took. But the idea of sentencing her to such a fate makes him feel vaguely sick. That’s exactly the opposite of protecting her. Then again, what other options does she have with the array on her back? If he doesn’t marry her…. “Do you want to get married?” he blurts before he can think the words through. He draws away from her, feeling a flush rise on his cheeks. She stares back at him, seemingly stunned as she takes in a quick breath of air. “I mean…only if you do,” she says quietly. Roy blinks. The flush creeps up his collar, and he swallows hard. “I’m sure it’s what my father intended,” Riza murmurs. “But I wasn’t going to approach the subject unless you did.”

"I'll Keep You Safe"

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Stay tuned for the full works, the majority of which will be posted on February 20✨️

[justiceiscalling]

i had a dream that reminded me of the show titans and oh my god am i glad that show ended. it was so fun for me who never touched a comic a day in her life (and then when i did my first comics were DCeased), but god did they do jason so dirty.

like why did every adult in his life hate him? kori, who was everyones maternal figure in this shit, literally said she was angry at jason for dying.

(Kori: "i'm so angry."

Superboy: "At the Joker?"

Kori: "No, at Jason."

Gar: "Jason? Why?"

Kori: "Because he never learned! Jason never evolved. He never grew past his own worst instincts. Don't let that happen to you." --Titans Season 3 Episode 2)

like i know she did NOT try to turn his death into a lesson for gar and conner???? like what the actual fuck man. he literally tried to kill himself the season prior and you guys offered him no help, just antagonized him and treated him like absolute shit.

like, yes bro was bratty but nobody even cared to ask why? or to talk to bruce about it, to try to train it out of him, to offer him fucking therapy (i'm very aware he'd say no to this but its the thought that counts). but nope. just, don't let that happen to you.

as if that wasn't gars friend?? as if jason and gar weren't close? conner and jason, yeah, sure, fine. he probably didn't grieve a lot over him, they barely knew each other. but jason and gar? they got along.

and then the writers turning him absolutely evil was an insane option but, fine. killing hank for no reason other than the fact that he can? killing dick grayson? okay, go big or go home i guess (completely ignore the fact that jason only killed those who 'deserved' it (committed pretty serious crimes)).

to make matters worse, they didn't even stick to evil jason! they had a shitty somewhat-redeption arc at the end of the season (where jason gives them the code) and then the next season tim becomes fucking robin and he's okay with it?? he's??? fine??? with??? it???

he trains tim. jason todd trains tim drake.

even in titans, when jason started out he fucking loved robin. he was so excited to run around with robin dick grayson. jason died in that suit. yes he was being reckless, yes it wasn't a good instinct to go after the joker alone. but he was inexperienced. if bruce wants to have teenagers running around in suits he needs to properly teach them what they're doing before he allows them to leave in the green tights.

jason wouldn't train tim. not to be a part of a team that almost drove him to commit suicide, not to parade around in the same colors he died in. he'd probably beat the shit out of tim for doing that because tim knows the gist of what happened to him and he still wants to wear the green panties.

and if not then he'd just leave him alone, he wouldn't train the little shit to go out and wear those colors. maybe advise him to be something else because robins tend to have a short life span (both him and dick died in this universe and were then revived).

so, yeah, jason todd was immensely flawed in titans (reminded me of damian wayne in a way, actually) but he did not--in no way--deserve that treatment from the people meant to be his friends/mentors (rachel, kori, dick, bruce), and the the way these people treated him CAUSED his evil character arc. yes, i will die on this hill.

and GOD, don't even get me started on how badly they fucked up tim's character.

[6rookie-writer0110]

A new night with you

Hope Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request - Hello, how are you doing, could you make a male reader x Hope Mikelson? The reader is Hope's best friend, they are both in love with each other, sometimes they tried to say what they feel but it always happens that someone or something interrupts them. One day the gang decides to help both of them confess their feelings by setting them up on a date but everything turns out to be a failure, Lizzie fed up.

Lizzie is staring at you and Hope talking to each other. You and Hope are outside while Lizzie is on the balcony, but you two don't notice her. Her sister Josie walked up to her

“What are you staring at?” Josie asked

“Two clueless people in love with each other,” Lizzie said

“Oh. I don't think they will ever figure it out. But the way you are looking at them, looks like you have an idea” Josie said

“What makes you think that?” Lizzie asked

“Because I know you, obviously. How did you know that he is in love with Hope,” Josie said

“Remember, when I went on a mission with him when dad put us in pairs?” Lizzie said

“Yeah, I remember and I got paired with MG,” Josie said

“Well, a witch tricked us into thinking we were drinking a health potion but it was a truth potion. She was just messing with us and I was badly injured. I asked who he had a crush on and I thought it was you but he said he is in love with Hope but scared to tell her. The potion only lasted for a little bit” Lizzie said

“Oh, that's how you knew when you told me. They do make a cute couple but they are so clueless” Josie said

“That’s why we are going to help them but without telling them” Lizzie smirked

Lizzie and Josie walk away and Josie listens to her sister’s plan.

“Hope, I want to tell you something,” You said

“What is it?” Hope asked

“I wanted to say this for a long time. But I-I… Well, I like-”

You are in love your friend but you struggle to tell her. When its time to confess your feelings, you start to stutter and your heart race fast as if it will jump out of your chest. You have been in love with her for a long time now.

Before you or Hope can say anything, MG and Caleb ran towards you.

“The school is under attack,” MG said

“By who?” You asked

“Gargoyles are attacking the school and its more than one. We already got the other students to safety” Caleb said

“Keep doing that to make sure no one is left alone, while Y/N and the others help me fight them,” Hope said

“On it,” Caleb said

“Lizzie and Josie are fighting them but we have to hurry, follow me,” MG said

You and the others arrived just in time. Josie was about to be attacked then you saved her, by using your body as a shield then Hope used her magic to distract the gargoyle while you ran away with Josie.

“Thanks for saving me,” Josie said

“Are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, I’m fine. You okay? The punch was pretty hard that you almost lost your balance” Josie said

“I’m fine,” You said

You and the others did fight the gargoyles, Hope and Josie used their magic to destroy them.

——-

You are in your room and Lizzie just walked in.

“I had no idea people can knock on the door without making a sound” You gasped

“Oh that was so funny, my stomach hurts. We need to talk now” Lizzie said

“About what?” You asked

“You confessing your love to Hope,” Lizzie said

“I can do it on my own,” You said

“You told me the truth about three weeks ago, and you haven't asked her on a date. Why are you taking so long?” Lizzie said

“Something always comes up. Like today the school was attacked and I was so close to telling her. Remember two weeks ago, you and Josie got killed by a siren” You said

“Okay, I get it. But I’m still going to help you. We all see how you and Hope look at each other. And I have a plan” Lizzie smiled

You said no, but didn't leave but she talked about different ideas how you and Hope can officially become a couple. Then she talked about first-date ideas, now she is just rambling.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✬

Hope was training on her own, then she saw you talking to Lizzie. Hope just stares at you and she gets butterflies in her stomach. She starts to wonder if you have feelings for her, but she has tried to tell you but the moment would get ruined.

“He does look cute in the shirt,” Josie said

Hope jumped because Josie just appeared out of nowhere.

“Don’t scare me like that, Josie” Hope said

“I was looking for you. I see the way you stare at him” Josie said

“I don't know what you are talking about,” Hope said

“Sure. all of us, are going to the movies tonight and you should come,” Josie said

“Who is us?” Hope asked

“Me, MG, Lizzie, Y/N and Caleb. Are you coming tonight?” Josie said

“Sure, I will go,” Hope said

“Good to know and I will tell the others,” Josie said

Josie and Hope walk togther back to their dorm rooms. They start to talk about the movies they want to see.

You are waiting at the movie theater for the others. You did send them a text but Hope arrived and you stared at her, then your heart started to race fast.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” You said

She blushed, she didn't expect you to say that.

“Thanks. I like your outfit. Where are the others?” Hope said

“I just sent them a text but no reply just yet. I thought you were coming with Lizzie and Josie” You said

“No. They told me to go because they weren't ready” Hope said

You and Hope stand next to each other and just wait. But they sent a text saying they couldn't make it, now you are alone with your crush.

“Do you want to see the movie or head back?” You said

“We are here so.:. We might as well watch a movie” Hope smiled

“Yeah,” You smiled

You and Hope go inside and you buy the tickets. While waiting on line to buy snacks, you and Hope turned to each other.

“Y/N, I want to say something that I been trying to tell you,” Hope said

“I want to tell you something too, but you go first,” You said

Hope was going to say it but the moment got ruined, the town was being attacked by an evil unicorn. You and Hope can hear people screaming outside, then you two went to see what is going on.

“No way, that's a unicorn,” You said in shock

“I can't believe it, but we can't pet it” Hope said

More people started to scream and run away. The Unicorn almost killed someone but Hope used her magic and then you helped the strange to get away from the unicorn.

Later, you and Hope went back to the school. You told Lizzie what happened and she is mad the moment got ruined.

———

You and Hope are training alone by the lake.

“You are too gentle, Y/N,” Hope said

“I don't want to hurt you,” You said

“I’m not made of glass,” Hope said

Hope started to punch faster then you started to block her punches. Now you start to throw punches but she is dodging your attacks. She grabbed your punch then she smirked at you

“Who is slow now?” Hope smirked

She lets go of your hand, then she tries to kick you but you grab her foot. Not too hard but you kick her other leg, and she falls down.

“Are you okay?” You asked

Hope is lying on the ground then you grabbed her hand to pull her up. But she pulls you then her foot is on your chest then you flip you onto the ground. You going to punch but she turned around grabbed your hand now her body was semi on top of you. You and Hope are staring at each other, you two are breathing hard. She gets lost in your eyes then she feels your lips on hers, then she starts to kiss you back. She pinned your hand onto the ground and she continued to kiss you.

“I wanted to kiss you for so long, Hope Mikaelson,” You said

“You can kiss me again. I always liked you as more than a friend” Hope said

“Be my girlfriend?” You asked

She starts to kiss you again and she hasn't let go of your hand.

“Now, you are my boyfriend,” Hope said

You and Hope are smiling at each other.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✬

You and Hope are on a serect date night. You surprised her with a picnic in the woods, you two are lying down on the blanket. You and Hope wanted to see the red moon because of the lunar eclipse. After seeing the red moon, she turns to you and she put her hand on your face and she starts to kiss you. You put your hand on her lower back and her lipstick gets on your lips.

The next day…

You went to get Hope in her room to walk her to class. Before leaving, she started to kiss you and you pulled her closer to you, now you and Hope are smiling at each other.

“Lipgloss got on your lips,” Hope said

She use her thumb to wipe it off your lips.

“I don’t care. I just like kissing you” You smiled

You start to kiss her again

“I like kissing you too, Y/N” Hope smiled

Lizzie and Josie walked in and they gasped, they just saw you and Hope kissing each other.

“Finally!” Lizzie yelled with joy

You and Hope moved away from each other.

“You two can't deny it now. Plus, Y/N you have her lipgloss on your lips” Josie teased

“We won't deny it. And yes, he is my boyfriend” Hope smiled

She grabs your hand and you can't stop smiling. Lizzie hugged you and Hope very tight and Josie started to laugh.

[cookie-gal]

An EPIC Oneshot

There are other ways~

(Slight spicy implications warning)

"-Everyone's true colors are revealed in acts of lust"

"I'm not sure if I follow."

The doors of the bedroom trapped Odysseus inside with her, he suddenly felt immensely vulnerable despite having his sword out in his pointing at his witchy foe he still felt wrong...

"There are ways of persuasion.. there are other modes of control~"

Circe smiled smugly, she snapped her fingers magically making her hair longer and making her dress very thin. She lowered Odysseus' sword and gripped his hands making Odysseus feel more uncomfortable. Lack of confidence or control.

"Awh, you have so much left to learn~"

"What.. Wh-what are you..."

Why..Why am I shaking so much?

The seductive enchantress got up in his face making his uneasiness feel worse making him, feel hot and sweat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "trapping" him making only look at her and only her.

"Want to save your men from the fire, show me what you're willing to burn~"

She lifted the miserable man's head making him face her once more, eye-to-eye. She pulled him making the two of them head towards a nearby bed. Circe falls fluidly on the bed as Odysseus pins her down, his hands start to tremble as Circe slowly made pulls one of his hand and puts it on her chest.

What am I doing?? I can't do this! I can't do THIS!

At this point he knew what she wanted, but he didn't want to given into her demands he wanted to back away or run away but he couldn't if he really wanted to save his comrades. His mind starts to spiral up as he started to think about her

Penelope I'm so sorry!

How would his wife think of this? What would she think of him killing a innocent infant, How would she react to learning that half of his comrades and best friend were killed by a Cyclops, how would she react to some of them also drowning to their deaths? And especially now how would she feel about him sleeping with this enchanted mistress?

2

His thoughts starts twisting inside him, pretty much breaking him as he tries to the resistance to cry or show even more vulnerability than he already has. But his vision of his already trembled hands start to blur as tears start to fall, his breathing starts to become more slightly rapid than before..

He needed to leave now. But this is the only way to get through her right?

"Awh what's the matter, don't be afraid it's okay. You can always go slow if you want to."

"I... C..an't I don't...(Sniffles) Why...why are you doing.... Why am I d-doing..."

He was choking on his own tears to properly get a word out or aloud considering that every word he said was just very quiet painful moans

Despite Circe being the one more "restrained" Odysseus felt more like he was the one getting pinned down and pretty much tortured by this uneasy tension though there wasn't much happening except Odysseus repeatedly gripping Circe's arms and placing his hands on his her stomach trying his best to avoid her torso

STOP...! Stop shaking! WHY can't I stop shaking what's wrong with me?!

"P-please... I.. I NEED to... Too... N-no..! I..."

"C'mon you~ Don't tell me that you're afraid of a woman"

"N-no... No I...I..."

He couldn't do this... He can't do this, he couldn't betray his wife like this..

"I CAN'T!"

He screamed, jolted off of the bed no longer "restraining" himself on top of Circe. Odysseus looked at his hands still shaking but, not as badly as they were before also realizing that his hands were cold and wet covered with his tears.

Circe's ears went down as she watched Odysseus cover his mouth and hold his stomach

"By the gods, I feel sick..."

He mumbled to himself as he started pacing around the room and suddenly vomits on the floor

"Ahh...hah... Hnngg...my chest hurts.."

Odysseus glared at his sword for what felt minutes slowly calming down and putting himself together and tried to wipe the pathetic tears though, they continued to fall down his face. He sighed

3

"Back at home my wife awaits she's my everything.. My Penelope, she's my motivation for everything she's all of my power, my only purpose but it's been 12 long years"

He starts to scream and wail and covers his face

"AHHH 12 LONG YEARS SINCE I HAVE SEEN MY WIFE!! AND... And now the god of tides is out to kill me.... It's too much to handle it... it's so much ache so please... I beg you Circe please grant us mercy and let us puppets leave.... Please!"

He was on his knees bowing down to her, he felt so pathetic and helpless

Circe at first atleast what it looked like from her facial expressions, she didn't seem to care.. but now, she seemed to be empathizing him as she sighs heavily

"Poseidon you say... Hmm..you know I now about that blue blobfish too... Congrats... Old mortal"

"What...(Sniffles)what are you... GHHN--"

Unexpectedly, he felt a sudden sting in his eyes as she gently wiped his tears away

"You know, I know what's it's like to love before..."

"Come... Let's try to get you out of here"

"Wait..wait you're helping us?"

"Look, I might not be able to get you back home properly but I know someone, a prophet but he's dead."

"...what?"

Odysseus felt his heart sink a little bit from that last sentence, he was still slightly startled from she did to him.. Circe grabbed some small and medium potion bottles and opened a curtain to revealing a bunch of animal pens almost like a farm but the one that caught Ody's attention was the pig pen

"Despite the prophet being dead, I can take you to the underworld to see him"

Within the cunning witch's directions she, throws the held potions onto the pigs transforming the swine into men

The men cheered in enjoyment loudly, as they all headed towards the boat captain Odysseus bows once more to Circe but not out of pity and desperation but as a way to thank her

Euryrlochus walks by to check if the captain was okay.. The captain gleefully noded, and confidently smiled

Take this as a Valentine's day special thingy I guess lol

[mushroom-words]

You're My Downfall, You're My Muse || Jasper Hale

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Jasper Hale x GN!Reader Words: 661 Notes: This is rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. Warnings: Human!Reader. Swan!Sibling!Reader. Summary: Your sister and his brother are creating waves. You remind Jasper that you were once the same.

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EVERYBODY STARED AS Edward crossed the parking lot with the new girl tucked under his arm. The interest in the absolutely fascinating sight ranged from anger to excitement to a deeply seeded concern. In a town as small as Forks, discretion was hard to come by.

        Color flooded Bella’s cheeks. It would have given her away had you not known her well enough already to know she had just whispered something to him. Her voice kept quiet and soft so only he could hear. She was trying to hide from drawing any further attention to herself.

        You knew your sister like the back of your hand.

        Your attention shifted from them as you sensed the increasing tension radiating from the body at your side. Frowning gently, you looked at your boyfriend, who had gone completely rigid with something other than the fight for control that consumed him every minute he was forced to play his part. You worried what might be going through his mind as he watched his youngest brother hold open the car door for your fragile, human sister.

        Reaching over the console, you took his hand gently in yours and observed, “You’re worried.”

        Jasper sat still as the marble he looked to be sculpted from. Behind the tinted windows, he was safe from any prying eyes who might have thought to follow in your foolish footsteps and dig deeper into the Cullen-Hale enigma than they should. Of course, if they did, they might have been faced with a far less desirable outcome.

        After a second, he squeezed your hand and looked at you with a smirk. “I thought I was the empath, darling.”

        His Southern drawl still made your heart flutter. You knew it would so long as the muscle ws beating. A wave of calm reassurance flowed into your mind and chipped away at the tension which ate at the edges of your soul. But his attempt to lighten the air didn’t erase the concern sinking in his deep gaze.

        “I don’t need special abilities to know when you’re upset,” you countered, “and yours aren’t going to make me feel any better until you’ve talked to me.”

        Frustration dented Jasper’s brow. He never wanted to be the reason for anything but your happiness and safety. He continued to believe his habit of shutting you out of his problems would keep you from carrying more burdens on your shoulders even though you hated it when he did it.

        You raised a brow at his silence and slowly rubbed your thumb across his knuckles.

        Jasper sighed and leaned back in the driver’s seat, both actions performed more out of habit than need. His fingers curled around the steering wheel until the leather started to strain under the pressure.

        “If they end badly,” he said roughly, “it all ends badly.”

        He slipped his hand out from under yours to start the car. The engine rumbled to life as the meaning behind the words vibrated between you. As the newest “vegetarian,” as Dr. Cullen had dubbed their lifestyle, he struggled tremendously with keeping his bloodlust in control. His biggest fear was losing it and killing someone, killing you, and putting his family at risk again.

        Taking your respectful silence, he pulled from the parking lot and elaborated vaguely, “A lot could go wrong, and if anything does… Them being together just puts a lot at stake.”

        “So do we,” you argued carefully, “but we’re making it work. We should give Bella and Edward the same chance.”

        You leaned over and kissed his cheek before resting your hand on his shoulder. He laced your fingers together again and held your hand on your thigh. The silence wrapped around you, leaving nothing but the smooth engine to fill the void.

        Jasper lifted your locked hands and kissed the back of yours. “I just don’t wanna lose you, (Y/N). I can’t.”

        “You won’t,” you told him. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

[midnight--sadness]

you are so right about everything!!! thanks so much for replying to that and sharing your opinions. i love that you are very levelheaded about the show but also like to enjoy fanon. :)

I get so mad when people say Jun-ho ruined everything/ was a bad person for not telling Gi-hun about In-ho being the frontman. Thats his brother! That is his big brother who he doesn’t know what will happen to if Gi-hun finds him. He doesn’t know what Gi-huns reaction to that information would be or how the other people in charge of the games will react if someone were to expose his brother’s identity.

And god the theories, accusations, and comparisons of Gi-hun being a new frontman/becoming evil really disappoint me. Maybe I am just in denial about my favorite character, but i just dont see that happening. He is supposed to be the character the audience roots for and his actions are meant to be seen as how they would want to react in a situation like this. (for the most part) I just think the approach of making Hi-hun just like In-ho is lousy and not satisfying at all. I think squid game might give us a more satisfying ending for gi-hun even if that means his death.

Gi-hun certainly is not perfect. no character is and i will always admit that, but the way some people react about these two? crazy

and i don’t want to be more of a d-rider than i already am when it comes to gi hun, but the way people act about him not getting on the plane is ridiculous. how do people expect him to lead a normal life after all that had happened plus him figuring out it will all continue and happen to more people?? also lets not mention how he probably doesn’t feel like he will be an adequate enough father with all his trauma and flaws. AND!!! would you go to see your daughter after knowing these psychos have been tracking you? that would risk her life if they ever wanted someone to use against you? (which they very much would do. ive seen theories that jung bae was placed in the games not just by coincidence)

These two characters are good men and we can’t forget what causes them to make these decisions or the fact that they are meant to have flaws!!! It’s infuriating how they are treated compared to actual villains.

also i would like to see in ho not be forgiven as well. if there is some kind of redemption for him, i hope we still see people he’s hurt so badly be angry (which i dont think will be depicted as a real redemption, just him making a good decision) i agree that jun ho may be more forgiving, but gi hun deserves to be infuriated with what happened to him. seriously in ho didnt have to go as far as he did with gi hun. luckily i dont see him ever doing that because he has no reason to. he was never close to in ho, only young il. he can come back with a lot of heat and vengeance if someone does what in ho has done. (re: gi hun trying to attack sang woo after he killed sae byeok)

this is way too long, im sorry. im just passionate about these characters and their dynamics with in ho. i hope you dont mind my ramblings and i dont feel like looking over it so hopefully they make sense. i really appreciate you talking about this with me!

i so glad u liked what i had to say!! i'm very protective of gihun so my instinct is always to say that he's innocent and does no wrong but in real life people make mistakes. also pls never apologize abt rambling in my inbox i love it so much!! 💖💖 i'm really liking talking to you too!!!

about junho not telling gihun, i once made a post wondering what junho's endgame was. if gihun and his team was successful, then that entire ordeal at the club was to kidnap inho. eventually, gihun was going to remove inho's mask and junho would have to tell him that inho was his brother. gihun finding out was inevitable, so i think junho didn't do it because, like u say, he didn't know what gihun's game plan for inho was. he probably assumed gihun was going to kill him since gihun pointed a gun at junho just bc junho said he was at the island during the games.

yeah, him being front man would be disappointing. in general i have no faith in the writers of shows, but director hwang seems to have a good head on his shoulders and in s1 the fact that gihun "won" that battle with ilnam i think is a good indicator that director hwang is trying to say that gihun is in the right in this situation and he won't abandon his ideals even if he has suffered for them.

the plane thing 😑 it is so irritating!!! why would gihun get on that plane? to see his daughter who is safe with her mother in another continent? so that gayeong can forgive him? gihun is too selfless to let 400+ die for his own safety and comfort.

and omg, that theory abt jungbae is so good! i'd never thought abt it but them placing jungbae would ensure inho has someone close to gihun that he can kill if gihun steps out of line (which he did). it's like how he combed his hair to look like sangwoo's so he could appeal to gihun's love for him.

i completely agree with you that inho isn't going to be fully redeemed. he'll make a good decision - maybe he'll sacrifice himself to save junho or gihun, or he'll decide to abandon the games so the players can escape, or he'll stay behind to blow up the island while every leaves (the last theory is kinda valid but i have to rewatch s1 to see what they say exactly abt the explosives).

i think junho is actually getting closer to not necessarily forgiving junho but accepting his fate? i was remembering his talk with his mother, about how inho made his own choices regarding taking money from a criminal to pay his wife's treatment. and he tells his mom that it wasn't her fault for not giving inho attention or for not trying to help him. he knew they were there and he never went to them. i think junho is, subtextually, saying that they aren't to able for inho becoming the front man, that he made his own choices on the matter and that nothing junho did would change his mind.

this is something that gihun will also have to learn. he can't help those who don't want to help themselves. i can see gihun at first trying to redeem inho, to get him help by appealing to his humanity and this failing. this would confirm to gihun that inho is without "salvation". he's not the devil but he's made so many mistakes, so many bad decisions, that gihun can't help him even he wants to.

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt18

Prison Beak

(Synopsis): After being in the Fortress of Meropide for however long you’ve been in there you get fed up with everything and make a break when the opportunity presented itself

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(Characters): Lyney, Wriothesley, & ???

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, foul language, reader is called a bitch, reader is attacked (typical sagau stuff), badly written fight scene, (if i missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 2.4k

Your hand caressed the book in your other hand. You flipped the page and began reading, though you can’t understand the words it’s still fun to look at the words and try to find patterns in the sentences

You ripped a page out of the book, held it up and set it alight. Your control over pyro has gotten better over the course of god knows how long you’ve been in this room. The small flame mesmerized you, something so small could grow and eat up entire buildings and other large structures.

Besides from the books you asked for you get a lot of letters. Though you can’t read a word in them you think it’s for the best, your mental state is already shit so reading letters from people who are scared and angry at you wouldn’t be great. The letters probably saying how you’re going to face the wrath of the gods or suffer an eternity of torture

You used anemo to starve the flame of oxygen and to disperse the smell of smoke in the room

“You best be careful about your powers so the guards don’t suspect a thing.”

You turned your head to see a woman clad in red with blonde hair and pointed ears standing just by the door of your cell. She looked familiar but you can’t put your finger on it

“Wh-who are you? Are you a therapist that my doppelgänger sent so my mental state could be in tact by the time they kill me?” You chuckled out as you turned away and rest your head against the wall. “Well it’s too late for that, it’s already fucked.”

“I can assure you that I have no affiliation with them nor the fortress.” The woman said still in her spot

“Then who are you and what do you want with me?”

“I go by many names but may call me ‘A’ for now.” The mysterious woman said finally walking into your cell and standing a good distance in front of you. “You will be in good hands soon enough.”

“What are talking about-”

“Hey!” A voice boomed from out your cell, making you turn your head to see a guard walk in with a tray in his hands. “Quiet!”

You instantly turned you head toward where “A” was previously standing only to find the spot empty. In complete confusion you turned towards the guard and pointed at the spot where “A” was

“Didn’t you hear her?” You asked

“All I heard was you yapping! It’s lunch time.” The guard said as he threw your food on the floor. After a moment of silence the guard looked down at you. “What? Aren’t you going to eat up?” You looked at the guard with a scowl on your face. In response to your defiant stare he grabbed your hair and shoved your face into the tray. “You think you’re too good to be eating this like the flithy dog you are!”

After several agonizing seconds the guard released his grip on your hair and left the room. You wiped the food off your face and felt tears running down your face, you don’t know how long you can take it. The mistreatment, the abuse. The guards don’t see you as human! They don’t even give you untensils for your food, they say it’s so that you don’t use them as weapons, but you call bullshit. They expect you to eat it like a dog! They say it’s so that you don’t use them as weapons, also bullshit

“Hey!” You turn your head to see another guard in the doorway of your cell. “It’s time for you to get to work!”

That right another thing they make you do is work at these machines in exchange for food, once 3 guards brought you to the janky ass machine you began to work. You can’t complain though, it’s better than being in that suffocating cell all day. Maybe this “enrichment” is all for your imposter to kill your will on the day of your execution

Just thinking of their face, the first time they laid eyes on you they looked shocked almost scared even. The second time they had this look of wicked glee, like they were happy at what your death will bring them, you, someone who did nothing but tried to live their life and potentially try to find a way home, you who didn’t do anything wrong, who didn’t try to take their position, you who-

You were brought back to reality when you hear the machine make noises that sounded expensive and smoke started to billow out from it.

“You idiot! You broke it!” A guard yelled at you

“I’m sorry, maybe if I kick it then it’ll-” You tried to respond

“Don’t even try!” Another guard yelled out

“Don’t move, we’ll be back!” The third guard shouted as he and the two men left the area to get something, what you don’t know

Normally you would start crying but now you only feel anger and then numbness afterwards. Maybe the situations you’ve been through has seriously fucked with your head way more than you realize. Suddenly you felt something brushed up against your leg

“Meow~”

Looking down you see the most unusual looking cat. A little kitty had a star and teardrop for eyes. It nuzzled its head against your leg, temporarily comforting you and making you forget that you were in a maximum security prison. In its mouth it is holding a playing card, the cat looked like it wanted you to take. So you knelt down and took the card, it was a jack of swords

“Is this for me?” The cat nodded its head. “Do you know the meaning of this card?”

The cat looked at you blankly, or what you think is a blank stare…

Odd

You put the card in your pocket and paid it no mind

“Come here, kitty!” You said as you picked up the little feline. You pressed multiple kisses onto the cat and nuzzled up against your face.

“There you are!” Called out a young voice

You looked up and saw a blond young man wearing a top hat walking towards you

“Is this your kitty?” You asked

“Yes thank you for taking good care of him.” The young man spoke

“Oh wait, your cat had a card in it’s mouth,” You said as you took the jack of swords out of your pocket. “I think this must be yours.”

“You can keep it, you might benefit from keeping a card like that in your possession.”

“Oh okay…” You put the card back in your pocket as the young man walked off

“Anyways, have good day, your Grace.”

Okay you turned back to the machine. Wait. You turned back to where the blond boy was only to see that he was gone and in his place were 4 other prisoners walking up towards you

“This is the imposter everybody’s talking about?” One prisoner sneered

“Hey, just leave me alone…” You turned back to the machine only for you to be harshly turned back towards the prisoners and slammed against the iron wall

“You don’t get to call the shots here, bitch.” Another prisoner said

You saw the same prisoner reel his fist back in preparation to punch you in the face. You raise your arms up to block the attack but it was too late, the prisoner’s fist collided with your face

Tried of all of the abuse you have endured over god knows how long you’ve been in this hellhole, you began to fight back

You kicked your attacker in the groin and when he was on his knees you kicked him square in the jaw

Another prisoner runs up to you trying to throw a punch but you dodge it by ducking and grab onto her leg. You pulled it making her fall and hit her head against the floor

You see a third prisoner taking a part of the machine to use it as a weapon, with each swing of the makeshift weapon you dodged them with expert level of precision that someone with years of combat experience would have

Suddenly you felt something materialize in your dominant hand, without looking or asking questions you charged at the prisoner with the weapon

Readying the weapon to strike you slid down and stabbed them in the Achilles tendon. Your attacker doubled over in pain and the fourth prisoner runs up and tried to tackle you to the ground

Rolling out the way you dodge the prisoner and go back to make the finishing blow, but before you could make contact with his throat you feel two pairs of arms wrap around you

You’re pulled off and as you struggled against the guards one hits you in the face rendering you disoriented. Once you got your bearings you saw where the guards were taking you to, a dimly lit room.

You struggled even more, but it was no use you were thrown into the room and before you could run out the door was slammed in your face

The only sounds in the room were the huffs of you trying to catch your breath, you look down in your dominant hand to see a shiv made entirely out of ice

When the situation finally dawned on you you began to scream at the top of your lungs. Sparks of electro fly all around you. The electro was so intense that the lightbulb that was illuminating the room bursts making glass fall on top of you, it gave you an idea

If the lightbulb bursts when your electro went out of control when this prison must be powered by electricity or at least a good part of it and that these metal walls can contuct it, with that knowledge in mind you put both of your hands on the steel walls and put all of your concentration of pouring every ounce of your energy mainly your anger into overloading the whole prison

You concentrate and soon enough large sparks of electro fly all over the place, eventually going throw the walls and finally short circuiting the main frame

You stopped once you saw your door slowly open, without an further hesitation you run out of solitary confinement

You have no idea where you’re going to but you need to find a way out of here and fast before a guard finds you

Where in the hell are you?

It’s so dark that you can’t see anything, you ignited some pyro in the palm of your hand to get a better view

Unbeknownst to you a guard saw the little flame in your hand that just so helpfully illuminated your features

“The imposter’s escaping!”

Fuck!

In the warden’s office Wriothesley hears the alert and runs out of his office

“Go back to your cells, and I’ll be lenient on you!” Wriothesley yelled out to the prisoners who wandered out of their cells to see what was going on, but it was mainly aimed at you

His warning echoed throughout the administrative area causing you to run despite you wanting to go back to your cell. Your legs kept on like they had a mind of their own and thankfully the path that you were on started to look familiar. Just when things started to go your way several guards start running towards you, many of which had polearms

You picked up the pace, running full speed at the guards. The guards lunged at you and you slid down kicking the guards’ feet from beneath them, they fall to the ground

A guard jumps back up and slashes as you. Expertly moving your body you were able to avoid the attack. Lifting your leg up you kicked the polearm out of the guard’s hands and with the chance presented to you, you punched the guard in the face

Picking up the polearm you began defending yourself against the other guards. You never picked up a weapon and yet you fought with the vigor of someone who fought their entire life. Slowly the guards turn into faceless soldiers, their once black and grey uniforms turning into silver armor. You quickly fell into a rhythm of fighting

An icicle slices your thigh snaps you out of trance

You were kicked in the ribs, making you drop the weapon. The other guards see this chance and punch you in the face. Before they could completely surround and overwhelm you, you use some of Dvalin’s anemo to jump over the guards, and you began running towards the exit

Turning your head you saw the guards running after you with Wriothesley just behind you. You slid to a stop before creation a large wall of ice to stop the guards from coming any further. After the wall of erected you continued running

“We need a pyro vision holder!” Wriothesley yelled out

You reach the elevator and pressed the button only to realize that the power is still out. Fine you have to look for another way out, you turned your head to see a guard melting the thick ice wall. Once the hole was big enough you saw Wriothesley and the guards running through it

Shit

You began running away from the elevator but stopped when a large icicle flew just inches from your face. Looking at where the icicle flew you saw it came from Wriothesley, who was running towards you

Getting your fists ready you used cryo to protect your hands and began to exchange blows with the warden. With your bloody leg you kicked Wriothesley in the ribs. This makes the warden stumble a bit in pain, so seeing your chance you uppercut him making him fall to the ground

You look around to see a ladder to what you hoped lead to the surface. Without asking any questions you started to climb up the ladder with all the adrenaline coursing through your body. Soon enough you reached the top and began to turn the door wheel of the hatch, your movements came to a halt when you heard Wriothesley from down below

“Hey!” He yelled out as he started to climb up the ladder with the other guards in tow

You moved faster than before and opened the hatch, soon you got blinded by the sun. Jumping up onto the grass and felt the little needles on your palms, you can relish in your newfound freedom later you have to get these guards off your tail

You spotted Wriothesley about to exit so you slammed the hatch in his face and sealed it with cryo. You started to run as fast as you could and thankfully you got some distance between you and the hatch because you heard an explosion. Turning your head you saw the hatch door flying and Wriothesley running behind you

“Stop!” Wriothesley yelled at you

You picked up the pace towards the ocean but it seemed that Wriothesley was a lot faster than you anticipated. Wriothesley extended his hand to grab onto you, but you jumped into the water before he could

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[andessence]

It's no use. Daniel has made up his mind to have this conversation, and his acquiescence to all of Armand's tender gestures is waning. Armand watches him spit out the saltine with disappointment and wishes that Daniel's arms wrapped around him to embrace him and not to press him into explanations.

His brow furrows in a soft, delicate expression that says Please. Please don't. His evasions are all to avoid upsetting Daniel. Doesn't the boy see that it is for his own good? No. Daniel wouldn't know what was good for him if it stared him in the face.

"You always want what you shouldn't," Armand murmurs, and it still is not an answer. "I could make you comfortable. I could make it easy. But you insist on what hurts. You seek it out. Fine. For you Daniel, because you want it so desperately, I will dig my fingers in the wound." His voice is soft, almost remorseful. His hand has stilled on Daniel's chest. "Should I trust you, fallible creature, open mind, to know where my coffin lies and never reveal it to those who would seek to harm me, even against your will? Should I trust you, hazy-headed, drunk, to never risk opening that door in daylight, no matter how crushingly you miss me? Should I trust myself, so hungry..."

He pours into Daniel's mind the memory of waking, of that warm embrace, of the tumult of irritation and adoration he'd felt as he understood the intrusion... And his mouth at Daniel's throat. His fangs aching, his instinct driving for a kill that would feel so good. The picture rearranges itself in pulses of color and shape - now the view from between Daniel's thighs, watching his body go limp, tasting the life leaching out of him. That wretched, animal sound comes from his throat, the one Daniel hadn't heard in his swoon. He paints for Daniel the vivid picture he had imagined of draining the life from Daniel's body and just how badly he had wanted to do it.

Armand's eyes flicker away from Daniel's face, and the vision fades in seeping, dazzling stains.

'Do you see?' comes the voice, unbodied, as a fist, curled in, piercing, Daniel's shirt unballs itself. 'Danger. Danger to us both.'

Daniel can feel his soul roll its eyes. He thinks he might have even groaned aloud, though he can’t be certain if it was only in his head. Irritation ruptures that pleasant cloud, starts to dissolve enough holes that he can see right through.

He opens his mouth and accepts the saltine mannerly before turning his head and letting it drop onto the sheets. Hands reach above and hook around Armand’s neck as if to draw him into as kiss, as if he asks his lover to cradle him.

“Yes, it’s so hard to understand, please explain it to me... don’t pretend you have or make me chase you in circles, Armand.” He drags his syllables, a languid whining. “I’ll ask ‘why was he right?’ and you’ll say ‘because it proved to be true, Daniel’, and I’ll say ‘why was it true?’ And you’ll put your thumb in my mouth and never tell me anything.”

He hangs there, eyes wide and sleepy and beseeching. If he cannot have what he wants, can’t he know why? This time, keep others out is caught in the web of his brain. He is others? He could or would harm Armand when he is helpless? But what of his tenderness is antithetical to self-preservation?  

“Please? I’m only asking why you don’t want to wake up next to me. I want you to, I wish you would. Others out? It’s that you don’t trust me, then?”

[somegrumpynerd]

Okay I know I'm the most biased person about dadmare, but you can't honestly tell me that if Cross started to mention the way xgaster treated him and his brother as children - the way an adult bullied and belittled and abused them - that it wouldn't make Nightmare see red

[willyhoos]

metamy is insane. like.

what if i was the hero you loved gone wrong. defeated and destroyed. rebuilt as my own greatest enemy. what if i lost everything. what if i had been reprogrammed to despise all i had once fought for. what if i couldn't even remember why i had fought at all.

and what if you were made of roses. what if you represented every beautiful thing i once died trying to protect. what if you wore flowers in your hair and cared for small creatures and had eyes the color of the forests i used to call my home. what if you were everything i once loved.

those memories are just out of my reach. infuriatingly. maddeningly. but if anyone knows who i am (who i used to be) it's you. if anyone can make me feel like who i used to be (who i really am) it's you. i can't speak, i can't breathe, i can't remember anything (but you).

you are the world i have been ordered to burn. i am the weapon you have chosen to resist. i was (am) the hero that you loved.

you are my only memory.

i will do anything to make you believe me.

[zorria]

YESSS EXACTLY

He also protected gelda too because he knows how much she means to zeldris. He promised to reunite them and he’ll be dammed if that ugly old ass man prevents That from happening. That’s his baby brothers wife and he’ll do whatever it take to make sure they are together. Like you said he doesn’t just want zeldris alive he wants him happy too and he needs gelda for that!!

That moment kills me because

“Zeldris needs you! Take care of him for me” like the fact that he knew Zeldris needed gelda in that moment more than him and that he wanted her to take care of him for Mel is everything to me. Especially because Mel wanted so badly to save Zeldris and to do that he has to let other people in. Which is something he doesn’t normally like doing because he thinks he needs to do everything on his own. But as much as he wants to save zel he knows he won’t be much help here that’s why he trusts gelda to help Zeldris. Because he knows how much they both love each other. So gelda is the best person for this. And he knows she’ll protect him and take care of him. And GAHAHAHAHHH 😭😭😭❤️And he went back to go help the others to make sure that they do get zeldris back 😭😭😭

HE IS A PUPPY he’s so happy now because he doesn’t have to worry about the curse anymore like you said he can just be happy with Eli and the sins and zeldris now too. He has his family back finally after so long 😭😭❤️🥺

Also what kills me also is when zel asks him to come to the demon realm and Mel goes “can I?” LIKE THE FACT HES SO SHOCKED BY THE FACT THAT ZELDRIS ACTUALLY WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM IS CRAZY

I talked about this with @librathefangirl but the look of fondness Meliodas always makes whenever he thinks or talks to zeldris will never not make me insane

SHWOWKKWKWKWKWK he loves his baby brother so much omg 😭😭❤️🥺

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion’s incredible reluctance, and near-fright, to mention kaer morhen by name is somewhat endearing to me. we as the fandom throw around the name so easily, and it’s also home for geralt and ciri, so its name doesn’t carry so much weight.

but in dandelion’s case, it makes sense to fear mentioning it, for it was the site of the massacre… best to not let anyone hear its name… it’s kind of nice to think that dandelion has a degree of self-awareness, when something is as important as this

and also, some part of me just thinks that dandelion with his vivid imagination listened to geralt offhandedly talk about his childhood here or there, and… whatever were mundane facts or sepia-tinted friendly memories for geralt, made dandelion’s expression drop and his innards twist. so he conceives of kaer morhen not just as “the witcher’s keep in the mountains of kaedwen” but “that place where my best friend endured child abuse for eighteen years”

[arealtrashact]

okay weird homelander question incoming: do you think homelander needs to eat and drink to stay alive? or are these things he does by choice? we pretty much only see him drink milk but i feel like he doesnt really need that in order to keep living

Not weird at all (at least not by my standards).

I personally like the idea of him not needing any sort of sustenance to survive. However, season four seems determined to humanize him -- showing that he sleeps as well as ages -- so who knows !

I like imagining that he's repulsed by most ( if not all ) food. We're talking about someone whose senses are cranked up to eleven. Besides being a supertaster, I can also see him having some pretty intense misophonia. And this is nothing to say of his ability to see the entire mastication + deglutition process occurring in the event he dines with company.

Yummy. . .

[sleepinginmygrave]

can someone explain to me why does my mum don't want me to be in my room and is forcing me to do my work downstairs 😃