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[thagyann]

she          sits          in          a          bed          of          dying          flowers          -          body          tense          and          hope          kissed          .          there          is          a          longing          within          her          ,          a          slow          remembering          of          what          she          was          before          the          stars          began          to          die.                              a          doctor          ameliorating          the          sickness          of          her          people.          a          good          life          catching          the          attention          of          something          ancient          .          leaving          fate          to          strike          her          a          deeper          task.                    the          decree          came          in          dreams          and          it          burned            TURNED          HER          BLOOD          TO          A          GOLDEN          RIVER.                    speaking          out          to          creation                    to          say          that          spring          had          come          back.                              and          it          challenged          her          ,          measured          her          worth          in          loss          and          pain          that          lured          the          eyes          of          a                    saintess          on          edge          of          madness          .                              but          nonetheless          she          went          on          -          and          here          with          her          sun          she          found          a          life          she          could          be          proud          of.

“          look          here       @holyrisen                           i          am          going          to          save          these          flowers          .”          -          a          smile          loops          around          her          face          -          catching          the          day          to          its          highest          point.                    SHE          WOULD          GIVE          THIS          FLOWER          BED          TO          HER          HEART.        make          it          forever          catching          all          the          lives          the          two          of          them          could          dream          up.                for          once          she          had          all          that          she          had          needed          and          all          it          asked          of          her          was          to          be          happy.          

[withbeasts]

a kiss while being reunited after a long time / joroman

kiss & tell.

after many hours, many tears, all three of them lay in bed together. shilah wraps around him from the back; one arm thrown over his stomach, finger pressed there, cheek smashed against his back. he's snoring slightly now, the angle a little awkward but how he wanted to be. close as possible. in front of him, josephine is still awake, their hands twined together and foreheads pressed.

he gives it another squeeze. she pulls closer, and he hears the slight hitch of her breath, and he leans his head down a little. " don't cry. " they had done a lot of that. " i'm right here. "

but she does cry -- and it's still okay, and he holds her as she does, her quiet whimpers just the overwhelming emotions of everything thad had happened the last few months. he understood. he still felt it too. ( the outpour of relief, even, was exhausting. he was just happy to collapse in both of them. )

when she finally settles, shilah still asleep, they lay there for a long moment. he pulls back eventually to look at her.

". i'm here. " he repeats again, and kisses her. " -- we're all here. " and he couldn't, wouldn't, think about them being separated again.

[oddly-casual]

Trolls band together spoilers

I like this thing Viva has going on with her cape being her safety blanket. Especially since it’s literally a patch of fake grass which could also be used to camouflage herself.

Like we’re introduced to her with it on, but only when she finds Poppy and gets excited does she take it off, like rips it off.

And it stays off for the whole song. It’s only later when Poppy starts asking Viva about their separation does Viva visibly get uncomfortable and puts the cape back on as she leaves.

That cape stays on even when Poppy and them all leave. The last time we see it on is when Viva appears with Bridget to help in the fight. She admits she’s freaking out but she takes her cape off anyway and it never comes back.

It gets flung in the water, sis had no intention of getting it back. But I think that’s really cool because this was Viva putting herself on the line, taking a leap of faith for people she loves even when she’s lived in fear for so long.

[withbeasts]

see her -- he had just been going to his next class, telling her goodbye, texting her throughout the day, until everything went silent. he thought she was busy. thought she was busy when she didn't tell him goodnight, when she didn't call, when it was the next day.

" i mean -- she was in her apartment. where they took her. she's not -- she doesn't usually go there that much anymore. " he still doesn't drink. " they ... shilah ... roman ... have been doing everything. and -- i know you're roman's friend, mostly, but -- your hers too, right? "

" 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 , 𝐧𝐨 . " the minute he'd laid eyes on elliot there had been to heugh a look of overhang , a canopy dark and too thick for anything else other than that deepening dread that knuckled in on his furrow . four weeks . that's a long time to just be gone . a lot has happened in these past few months . to say heugh has been otherwise preoccupied would be a disservice to the truth . still . it bothers him . " c'mon darlin' . drink that . it'll help . " he taps the ceramic of the mug in elliot's cradling hands , gets busy filling one of his own . " i'll see what i can do . where did you last see her ? "

[indigobloom531]

Velvet's Villain Arc

(I am obsessed with the way they animated Velvet's face here, it's actually a problem)

I dunno about the rest of you, but one of the best things about Velvet being the villain in Trolls Band Together is that there's no rhyme or reason why she's doing what she's doing. Velvet captured Floyd and tortured him for fame for zero reason other than her own selfishness.

In the scene where Velvet wear the shoulder pads for the first time, the filmmakers try to fool us into thinking that Velvet does these things because her and Veneer were poor when they were younger and just wanted more in life. But after that, as you all probably know, Veneer explains that they weren't poor at all, and actually lived in a good home in the suburbs with parents who had well-paying jobs, yet Velvet still continues to torture Floyd.

Nowadays every villain (especially kids' movie villains) have to have some sort of tragic backstory to explain why the villain is evil. But for Velvet there's nothing. She's just being evil for being evil, and on top of that she manipulates her twin brother into doing it with her while taking advantage of his love for her. For these reasons, this makes Velvet one of the best villains in history.

[murdermade]

@fleshcarverfugitive from here

Deep down, Orin knows that this woman is not the source of her pain but it is hard to think straight in the middle of a mental breakdown. Her entire world is coming crashing down and if Amalica had keept her mouth shut, none of this would be happening.

Her own dagger is gripped in her hand, raised as if she's going to thrust the thing through her but something gives her pause, the way she cries out that she is trying to help her distracts her enough that the Changling isn't stabbing her yet.

"Help me?! You destroyed me! Everything I have done....you're telling me it has all been for nothing?!"

[crownshattered]

|| ….i made banging Grelle and Ciel playlists and now I already want to add them….

[tangledfate]

Plotted starter for @helluvah0tel & @infernalight

“No.”

Millie stood frowning at the both of them, arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the COLOSSALLY bad idea her husband had presented to her. Letting Chazwick Thurman spend the night–just one night–something about his father being after him? She’d stopped listening.

Elbow finding her hip bone, sharp eyes flicked from Moxxie to Chaz and back again. They couldn’t be serious.

“I said, no.” She reiterated to the silence spanning between them.

[starchanged]

What if... *Turns Penny into glitch trainer*

[thagyann]

akihiko comes home with   WILD EYES      AND A        BLOODIED FACE CARRYING HUNGER  like a devil does death.      -     high off a fight with a girl’s boyfriend  he wants  god to punish him for the trespass .          and so he returns with two - faces             (         the lover burning under the ire of a man not fed )         and so  there are taunts lodged in the mutts mouth ,     years of rotting rolled into a running bet , asking when too long would come to pass .

 when your god is a man ,  your wants are larger than your own capabilities .     when your god is a man      you see when he slips to adore something else.  and so akihiko comes to see their home as an abyss ,      RUNNING    GAGS ON THE       PRINCIPLES   OF  LOVE  .  and he clenches his fists to         break himself down  but there is an overflow of every fault within himself.   the rage dribbles down to feed his sadness  to open doors to anguish.   and  it all  weighs so heavy he throws himself indoors with wild eyes and a bloodied face that hungers.

 akihiko is a man with a tongue tied on a single name.       he drowns declaring him a saint.   throat dried as it speaks his god in shapes of words :              HOLY IS HE WHO    SITS  BENEATH   YOUR      SKIN     EATING       YOU OPEN       FOR THE RUN OF   HIS DELIGHT .  it is a strange prayer that sits up against his nerves ,           darkening his resolve so  he throws himself  out    on    feet that  turn away in disgust

“     why         did      you        always leave    me behind -        for those other fuckers ??    what     is about it      that    makes   it    all alright ???“

akihiko  knows ,    OH HOW HE KNOWS HE WILL NEVER MEASURE UP TO THE MUSIC .     to the fact that it was created by ugestu and for him .        rather than he , who was made out of the coupling of his parents who wanted          him to carry their name forward.            and so he wants to destroy everything         between them .                    he breaks the corners off his family.    rolls drunk at the night ,           fucking anything that will compliment him ,           to see ugestu  falter as jealousy ticks his nerves           away from the music.           and    he comes into the house bloodied face and all hunger              - fist clenching as they grab the other’s shirt. 

“      i     wanna     break     you apart    (   @maqnolya​    ) -    put you in   small    bottles  because    i        lo  ………  “      

THE     WORDS       GO       MUM      AS        HE CRASHES      THEM    BOTH TO THE FLOOR .      mouth praying against  his scowling mouth,     dragging teeth to make you both one again.        you are   so rageful -    you fear to see your face knowing it would scare you off this right .      and so instead you put your hands    under his shirt ,    mouth finding his neck to break  your fast   on   all the holiness you had put in a man who never   wanted to be your god.      

[winterreigned]

a lot of Sansa haters like to say lady dying foreshadows her death/demise but it’s actually just the death of Sansa’s innocence. she grows to no longer aspire to be that proper lady, just to survive. it may even foreshadow that she will no longer be a lady, but a bastard (in the vale/books) and eventually a queen. seems Sansa may lose that lady title…

[murdermade]

@myrkulsapxstle from here

She hadn't meant to. Not really. The party would never let her hear the end of it if she slaughtered someone in cold blood but the body before her, he'd set her off in one single action.

"He touched me." Is all she says, bringing her knife up to lick the wretched blood from the dagger. Touched her could mean anywhere, really. A friendly pat on the shoulder, a bump to get past her, or groping her. There is no telling with Orin given how slaughter-happy she is.

'Did you expect me to take it lying down? Tsk, tsk. You know better than that, General. So what if it's one measly little fleshbag? I doubt such a pathetic creature will be missed." Even if he would be, she doesn't really care.

Being a companion and not being murder happy has proven more difficult than any of them had originally thought, it seems.

[fanforged]

beneath a sheen of black and crimson, qian's gaze simmers. she doesn't know how long she'd gone without her gear, but its weight draws a single bead of sweat down the nape of her neck. now, a willowy, prison - starved shadow of herself, she feels as green as she'd once been when first donning the armor. but, still, it makes her feel strong. it makes her feel connected to avatar kyoshi and the warriors and her village and the person she used to be.

she wonders, as she looks zuko in the eyes, why she feels so alone.

" i'd heard the fire lord's son was arrogant — that he was banished for disrespecting authority. but i suppose it only makes sense for that to extend towards those he wields authority against. " she sneers, a splitting image of kyoshi herself. " you destroyed my life. "

@banishmark asked : ' you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? '

[divinechain]

"Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you."

for duty is love. // ೃ⁀➷ fanmail.

they exist between silent but knowing glances, lingering touches, and unsent text messages. the lines between duty and love ever blurring the more time the two spent together. sleepovers that become too frequent. a hand tightly latched onto another too many times. a kiss that never should've happened. a rose brush is growing in minako's throat - scratching at her insides while she deliberately ignores usagi, its rose petals filling her lungs and slowly suffocating her. during training, she finally takes her simmering frustration at herself out on the wrong person: the leader drills into ami far too hard for her lackluster attacks during a practice spare with rei. the other teen nearly looks on the verge of tears once she's done before usagi and makoto supportively rush to her side, a displeased scowl washing over their faces in the process.

minako can practically hear the ' what's your freaking problem? ' that's about to be thrown her way from makoto until rei speaks up to quell the incoming fight before it can even start. ' we need to talk. ' is all that's said before she pointedly looks between minako and the exit of the idol's private gym. with a huff unbecoming of her role, minako picks up her gym bag and storms out - although not before pettily slamming the door behind her as faint arguing could be heard behind her. she instantly regrets yelling at ami by the time she gets to the elevator, already whipping out her phone to text her assistant about sending a bouquet to her home tomorrow afternoon as an apology. she also blocks out a few days next week to take makoto and ami out individually, pushing recording sessions and photoshoots back to prioritize her friends.

the soldier sighs once she steps outside and is exposed to the chilly, evening air. ugh, stupid minako... she kicks at the air in frustration, annoyed at herself for both forgetting her dumb jacket and also losing her cool due to her own scattered emotions. she was supposed to be the leader. she was the one who was supposed to keep it together in front of everyone! minako can't help but dramatically sulk as she flops down on the sidewalk to wait for her incoming lecture 'talk' from rei.

it isn't long before her second-in-command comes out...but instead of being faced with anger like how minako was expecting, there's a soft look of understanding on her face as rei studies her over.

' you probably wouldn't think so but i get it. ' rei speaks quietly, the way her dark, raven hair blows in the wind somehow making her look even more ethereal than ever before. ' after we all...remembered, ' her brows knit together at the word and the pair both hold in a quiet, sharp breath together; their memories bonded them together but not all of it was pleasant to relive. ' things were awkward between mamoru-senpai and i. but...we talked. he listened to me and i listened to him. then we both talked to usagi. '

' ....and? ' minako voice is quiet, petals in her chest threatening to burst from her mouth and cause her to choke on the spot.

' and now...we're in a better place. ' rei said simply before she looks down at her with a shy, sympathetic smile. minako chooses not to comment on the faint blush that's blossoming across her cheeks. ' i think...you should talk to usagi as who you are now and not as venus. b-but you do what you want of course. ' rei finishes with a flick of her hair before she crosses her arms.

ah, there it is. minako thinks while she desperately tries to hold in an obnoxiously loud snort. classic tsundere rei. her friend is already moving back to the entrance to minako's condo before she has a chance to respond to her advice, ' remember to apologize to ami for tonight. makoto too. '

' yea, yea, i know. ' minako confirms with a guilty wave of her hand. ' already on it. and rei? ' her second looks back, listening attentively, ' tell everyone to just get ready to spend the night, it's getting late anyway. '

' alright. you coming up soon? '

' soon. and thanks rei. ' rei's response is a haughty huff that makes her lovingly roll her eyes before the front door shuts and minako's alone again, staring up at the moon wistfully like she was lovesick. she leans her face into her arms and sits there alone for who knows how long before the sound of the front door opening gets her attention. she doesn't bother to look up - at least not until she feels a jacket being draped tenderly over her shoulders and when she does, moonlit perfection greets her.

' here, it's hot chocolate! ' usagi is beaming down at her like nothing is wrong, picking up and opening a thermos by her feet that's nearly overflowing with marshmallows and what looked like graham cracker crumbs sprinkled across the top. it looked incredibly unhealthy...and absolutely delicious. minako instantly wanted ten. ' makoto made it but i helped! ' usagi explains as she proudly watches minako take a sip of her cavity-inducing concoction. minako pauses as she lets the taste of sugar linger in her mouth, a milk moustache on her lips before she squints at the drink dramatically before giving her 'review': a rapid, theatric nod in approval that has both girls hollering with laughter.

usagi happily sits down next to her after the laughter dies down, hesitating slightly before she scoots so close to minako that their knees touch. ' we were worried. a little mad too...but mostly worried. ' usagi states carefully as she takes the thermos out of minako's hands and steals a sip of her own.

' i know. i just... ' minako replies, popping a marshmallow from the thermos in her mouth while she tries to best explain her feelings. she closes her eyes when she thinks about that night: the two of them alone, nervous with excited, heavy breathing and intertwined hands before their lips are touching...and then a memory of a princess stabbing herself through the gut cuts through the moment and instantly kills it. ' i thought about the past and i got scared again. '

minako's blue eyes are hard as she opens them again and stares forward out into the distance, refusing to give into the urge to cry. slowly does she feels the touch of her princess taking one of her calloused hands into her own as a tear begins to fall down her cheek. ' i don't want to be scared anymore though. ' she whisperers quietly as the two lean into each other, her tears being wiped away by the very person she was supposed to comfort during times like this instead.

' when you're scared, tell us - tell me. ' usagi whispers back as if she could read her thoughts, gently caressing minako's thick hair as the young leader cries on her shoulder, ' i want you to rely on me too because...now i’ve got something i want to protect. it’s you. '

minako's breath hitches at that, instantly watered by her words as the pair clutch onto to each other tightly in the night. she can feel the weeds in her throat slowly wither away and while she's not completely alright, she thinks she'll get better.

[10shadowd]

merry 2024 here’s a shitty vessel megs doodle

[thagyann]

❝ so…was this all that you hoped for? ❞. 4 mahito and whatever weird freaky shit they're up 2

THEY SPLIT AND TURN LIKE A PIG IN HEAT  __________________  mouth wide        against her stomach ,    sounding out         devotion in  the thrill of the  whip.          sanguine flesh retching                    their heart out at her feet.           what is set is a game of cat and mouse ,     but the mouse seeks to       SUCKLE THE TEETH          as they bite their flesh.      desire is a strange    thing      ,          wanting for  anything       from       their masters .       be it a.         rightful   embrace        or       a knife dancing        -��       for there is nothing        more  pleasurable then      the gravity of god .       their     mouth drags    lower        ,    breath fast  locked      on the         high of  mistreatment .     body locked in prayer  at the       altar of their ruin.           SHE    STOOD       IN          OWNERSHIP       OF      THEM .    and so   they want her to pull the leash ,    to      parade them outside      as  the  lackluster      thing they really were .           so what if       they  born  where   from     the    ill     of      ego           shifting and turning      claims of   power -    beneath her  hell was the best of  comforts. 

“   this        was         @shegore​       more         than i         could      ever     have hoped       for . “