#*INBOX.

[poppurini]

general lilia who's all tough on the outside, known for his aggressiveness in the battlefield but as soon as you're by his side- it's like everything his soldiers knew about him disappeared. he lets you do his eyeliner even when it's messy, he lets you put pink ribbons in his hair and uniform, and he giggles n smiles like you have the sun on your fingertips with the way you warm his skin.

in my delusional era you have me down bad for this man omg. also i needed to this out of my system ihaven't written ANYTHING in so long *sobs

“Y/n, darling, not here-”

the fearsome general of briar valley could only sigh and go along with your whims as you tugged him to sit down, a soft giggle escaping your lips—that he missed dearly—as you instructed the general of briar valley to sit still, your voice jokingly stern.

his hair, his wrist, his arm— you busied yourself with tying some bows onto the man with baby pink ribbons while humming a calm tune. your laugh, like melody to his ears, ring occasionally in the night when you hear his quiet grumble.

when he saw his subordinates staring at him in silence, he only waved a dismissive hand before deadpanning at baul who stood not so far away.

even though he wasn’t particularly fond of your actions, he couldn’t bring himself to reject you when you looked so happy. especially since he knows he would have to leave you for another week or so after tonight; this was the least he could provide for you as your lover. you’d catch him gaze at you with adoration, concealed by that stoic demeanour he had put up for himself as briar valley’s protector. you’d grow hot and shy when he tucks a strand of your hair away, murmuring why you don’t just put the bows on yourself instead as you’d look way cuter than him before giving you a teasing tap on the cheek with the back of his finger, his smugness evident through the quiet chuckle he had let out. some tough general he is.

++ irah i can’t do this anymore when i made that post i wasn’t asking for an ask that made me evaporate into thin air??? you could’ve kept this to yourself why involve me???? i don’t even know who l*lia is i got nothing to do with that man pls stop harassing me /j

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[its--beautiful]

s wa arm ain

here

-🪐

Need me to open a window sweetheart?

[salemsbane]

@ladyohdeath: you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you. accepting.

DEATH IS A FORLORN PUPPY NIPPING AT HER HEELS. agatha seethes at this thought as she crosses the distance from the camp her coven has set up, and feels the presence of rio fall into step just behind her shoulder. a shadow once as familiar as her own. for decades she had finally escaped this oppressive, rogue chip of her heart she had broken off so many centuries ago ― and now it carves at her chest with a blade, trying to find its way back in. vulnerable, suddenly everything is piercing her skin with something ravenous, crowding in on her. and what is she to do if not lash out in return?

this game between them is well - played. agatha whirls, a tempest wrapped in a woman: rio stands her ground, as ancient and unbending as the earth itself. tempers flare, ignited by the desperate ache of love buried six feet under, the splintered grief, and something about it all is still so exciting. to get under death's skin. even without magic, agatha's mind has always been her weapon, her mouth the trigger. and suddenly her back is flat against the bark of one of the runt's conjured trees, the fire the others gather 'round shrouded behind several yards of shrub ( when had she stalked so far away? ), and cold hands scrabble at the hem of her blouse tucked into purple slacks. not quite fighting, certainly not embracing, but her body burns all the same. it remembers, even if she refuses to.

( i should have banished you when i had the chance. ) she says it with a sharp grin, waiting for rio to take the bait: watches that dark gaze flicker to hers, feels hands falter on her waist, before something blazes anew in the green witch's eyes. she expects a fight. instead, a hiss expels between her teeth as death's fingers finally find purchase on her flesh, bundling the fabric of her shirt higher to expose fair skin ― and all at once, it is like a bucket of cold water splashes over her, realizing what rio is searching for. a split second, her eyes follow her former lover's, catching on the monochrome petals of that cursed flower blooming just above her waistband. the game is no longer thrilling. agatha feels pinned, lungs shuddering around a breath of suffocating air ( rio's scent ). tears burn the corners of her eyes as rio's words brush over her ear, breath caressing the shell of it, too warm. ( she should have. she should have burned everything that had anything to do with lady death. )

her lips curl back, cornered prey, shoving her palms flat against rio's chest to force her back a few steps. shaky hand smoothes the rumbles from her shirt, opposite index extended accusingly. “ keep your hands to yourself, you creature. ” like they're still playing. like agatha hasn't been rattled to her core, sucking in desperate breaths of this false road, as long as it doesn't taste like her.

[am4zon]

@n0thingandnobody said: you’re always late , what am i supposed to think ?

Somehow, Diana always returns when dinner has just grown cold. It matters so little how sincere her apologies are when this happens time and time again. The truth is that Steve had been a solider, and the truth is that all her allies are warriors, and the truth is that Mikey is none of those things. He fights a different variety of demons than the ones who fall from the skies. And Diana loves him for this. She loves that he does not understand her burdens. There is nothing in the world she would change about him. Or, at least, she would have said this, before seeing the look that clouds his face in this moment. It's going to haunt her for a very, very long time.

Maybe it's in her imagination, but when she locks her arms around him, he feels stiff beneath her. ❛ That I'm always racing home to be with you, baby. ❜ She tries to kiss him, but suspects that he shall deny her.

[ferociiumarchive]

dwight fairfield « @leadxxr » made an offering; "I'm a little drunk . . ." ( LIGHTWEIGHT DWEET IS DANNY'S PROBLEM NOW HEH )

A chuckle so easily slipping past his mouth at his lover's words, he could very well see that. " Oh ? Are you now, doll ? " A playful teasing, hand coming to cup Dwight's cheek, thumb ever so lightly tracing the other's bottom lip.

There was no hiding the warmth behind usually cold hazel hues, the affection so openly shown in soft curve of his smirk. " What am I going to do with you, mh ? "

[spideywhites]

Hello, just want to start off by saying that this will definitely be a long one and I apologize in advance. First off, I am obligated to say I absolutely love The Color of Summer and I want to thank you for the effort and time you put into creating and writing it. It was such a fresh and engaging read, with great worldbuilding and compelling characterization. You gave the characters realistic perspectives and personalities alongside realistic flaws and developments. Just as importantly, you didn't shy away from changing canon and the pace and flow of the story was really engaging and interesting. Sometimes you read something that is interesting but is so poorly paced or grammatically written that it sort of becomes a chore to read but TCoS was consistently engaging and never lagged for me, it was a joy to read. Thank you for putting this out there for people to enjoy!

That being said, after rereading TCoS again, I picked up so many details I missed before so now I have a whole bunch of questions. Answering some of them will probably be considered spoilers but I am really curious so I still have to ask, (though you obviously have the right to "no comment" any or all of them):

In contrast to canon, where Naruto is constantly shouting out his goal to be Hokage and where it is a crucial part of his character, I don't think I remember Naruto in tcos having mentioned having this desire. Since a large part of his goal to be Hokage seems to stem from his need for approval/validation/attention in canon, did having Natsume in tcos show him some of the attention he needs result in Naruto's lack of need to be Hokage?

Is Natume's previous to last incarnation Izuna Uchiha? Because I am certainly trying to manifest it that way after reading the hints you dropped. Just...it would be delicious if Natsume, with the complicated but sympathetic and/or loving dynamic he has with the Uchihas he knows, in contrast to the slightly antagonistic/wary dynamic he has with the Senju-adjacents and village, was actually a member of the Uchiha clan in his previous to last incarnation. The thought that Izuna, who was against Madara's idea of the village and warned him against the Senjus because he didn't trust them, being an incarnation of Natsume, who also doesn't trust them aka the village, the Hokage, the village Elders, all of them Senju-adjacents, is brilliant. It would make his relationships with the current Uchihas so much more complex and interesting. Imagine, Natsume (having somehow remembered his previous life as Izuna): I was right! I was so right! Goddamn it, Madara, I told you not to trust them and their bs peace. Now the whole damn clan's dead!! And there's still wars and child soldiers!?! Everyone's traumatized and brainwashed!! What was the point, every thing is just as bad!? Oh, he can't hear me, he's to busy trying to end the world...

Was Itachi the one who put the mental block on Natsume, and did he do it after the meeting with the Hokage following Shisui's suicide and the seal leaking? Just remembered Itachi apologizing somewhat randomly while Natsume was in the cell, after the meeting where Natsume expressed anger and blame toward Minato for his and Naruto's plight as Kyuubi vessels.

Will Natsume stay in Konoha or will he leave? Given that despite hating the village and wanting to leave before, all the people he loves (Naruto, Sasuke, Genma, Hinata etc) live there and are loyal to Konoha, plus the fact that Natsume tied himself to the village through his responsibilities as the Uzumaki Head probably means he intends to stay now. I don't think he would leave Naruto and Karin to bear the weight of the promises he made as the Uzumaki Clan Head nor the hatred/suspicions they would face if he went missing nin. He also had the unfortunate realization during his chunin exam arc that everywhere outside of Konoha is actually just the same as Konoha. Nowhere is safe or better. But if he ever found out the truth about Shisui and the Uchiha Massacre? I don't think he could bring himself to stay or at the very least he would definitely try to kill Danzo and the elders and end up labeled a traitor because there is no way Konoha would let the truth out or take responsibility. (I mean we all saw the Naruto ending right? No one held accountable and nothing changed)

What are Sasuke's feelings regarding Natsume? As kids they went from a friend's brother to friends themselves. Then the massacre happened, and it seemed like Sasuke held some sort of resentment or feelings of betrayal toward Natsume mainly because of his relationship with Itachi. Then, Natsume made himself a helper/someone to lean on in regards to dealing with training or the political/legal fallout of the massacre. He helps and teaches Sasuke to survive and learn/train but he can't bring himself to comfort Sasuke emotionally. Natsume keeps his distance in that regard because the emotional turmoil is too much for him but he also accidentally tries to fill in some parental roles. He is helping Sasuke find out the real truth of the massacre but doesn't hate Itachi like Sasuke does and Sasuke is aware of this. There is learned trust and intimacy between them but also some ever present underlying strain. We can see that Natsume considers Sasuke as part of his family now (the ones he is willing to love and considers his to protect) but what are Sasuke's thoughts on Natsume?

And I should probably stop here because that went on waaay too long. I honestly still have so much more to say and questions to ask but I'm restraining myself. (Is it obvious yet that I hyperfixate on things I enjoy?). Anyways, thanks spideywhites, hope to see more content soon (in a "authors don't owe readers content" and "post at your own leisure" kind of way).

Oh boy, I’m so glad you enjoyed TCOS enough to even write this ask, it really means so much as a writer. Even if I’m doing this for fun, it’s incredible to see people get so engaged! Thank you for thinking so highly of this messy fic of mine! As for your questions, we’ll..

1) You are correct! Naruto’s outlook on a few things has shifted since having some measure of ‘parental’ guidance. He’s been given structure, care, and knowledge of daily life tasks that he wasn’t privy to before, which can really alter his perception of wants vs needs. Another thing he doesn’t have is the clone jutsu 😌 for now…

2) This one IS a major spoiler that I can’t confirm or deny. I mean — yes, he does have a previous incarnation within the naruto universe, that much is heavily hinted at and quite obvious, but I can’t tell you who yet. 🤭

3) Ohhh honestly I’m impressed you circled back and caught that detail! I’ve written a few scenes that will eventually come full circle (sorry, I’m very excited about them so I can’t bring myself to keep it totally hush-hush) and that part with Itachi IS one of them, though I won’t elaborate as to why just yet. The issue with Natsume’s mental block has a little bit more to go.

4) This one is a ‘no comment’ answer for now 😂 too plotty, too spoilery

5) Sasuke and Natsume have a very intense, odd sort of relationship. You’ve nailed it on the head. It’s undergone a few transitions already and there are more to come as they grow into teenagers and adults. I’ve always seen Sasuke as someone whose greatest fear is love, but love is his greatest need. I think he, especially as a child, can’t possibly move on from the weight of betrayal from his most loved person (Itachi) and can no longer accept love without always expecting the other shoe to drop. True forms of love, no matter their shape, probably terrify him, and he resents Natsume for being so much like Itachi underneath that gruff exterior. In that same vein, Natsume is the easiest for him to love. It’s all very conflicting for a traumatized twelve year old. 😅 That’s all I’ll say for now!

Hopefully you enjoy the recent chapter, and I hope to start updating more regularly again!

[batfleckgifs]

I'm that silly goose who still can't tell the difference between BvS Batsuit and ZSJL Batsuit. can you list all the features and differences that can make these two be quick to tell apart? thanks!

if i had the time later i might make this as a gif but honestly the biggest and most prominent difference that you'll see between the bvs suit and zsjl suit is the cowl

batman v superman

zack snyder's justice league

the silhouette is totally different just from the cowl shape and cowl ears alone, i think zsjl address a lot of the issues everyone had about not seeing ben's neck in bvs but it easily ignores that the vision is tdkr compared to more normal batman shape

but namely you can tell the difference in how the suit is shaped in bvs in compared to zsjl and how clean the zsjl suit looks compared to the bvs suit

ad then in zsjl in comparison you can see that his shape is more leaner and there are obvious patches and repairs as an aftermath to bvs event

and to some degree the zsjl suit does look more darker i think, more stealth-y in some lighting

ALSO: bvs suit has a bit of collar and zsjl suit does not which i am angry about :c

[i-gave-him-life]

- Unsure of why I'm here, but you can call me West, Herbert West.

I am a scientist, studying and actively experimenting on death. More specifically the intricacies of brain death and the possibility of prolonged life.

I don't care for pronouns, except I'd rather you avoid "she", as I'm transgender and it makes me uncomfortable to even think about.

I'd appreciate no judgement towards my research, I do not take kindly to criticism.

[admin under cut ♡]

so. Elijahs 9th rp blog here guys. someone stop me please <3 /j. I use he/it pronouns!!

any asks are fine but this man is the most clinical bitch there's NO way he's gonna accept propositions or flirt back, etc. sorry!!!

cw for discussions of medical talk, death, gore, corpses etc. he's from the horror movie reanimator. I don't really know what you expected.

uhhhhh yeah, enjoy!!! oh and people from any media can interact I'm not fussy :3

#research. - posts about notes/discoveries

#experiments. - planning/reporting on experiments

#inbox. - asks!!

blinkie is mineee :3

[curvein]

“i’m  going  up  to  my  room  now,  where  i  may  die.”

howl's moving castle sentence starters | open

peering up from the space she currently claimed— half of the couch, which usually remained unused aside from herself and random house guests. she currently sprawled across the cushions, back pressed to the seat as her head dangled off, shoulders half supported by the floor as hair haloed out around her head in ribbons of pink painted bronze. her mother hadn't been a fan of the dye job. esme would be appalled at her scuffed sneakers brushing against the wall. at her father's words, she squinted, shooting him that look before speaking. not that she needed to, he could hear her thoughts from a mile away, but it added emphasis to the words somehow to punctuate them in the air. ❛ there can't be two emo teens in the house at once . . . ❜

[poppurini]

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[its--beautiful]

go

ood m onirn

-🪐

Hey, hey sweetheart how are you doing? I've been waiting for you to wake up- I'm uh, glad you're still with us. I'm so sorry.

[salemsbane]

@greenmagicked: in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat . accepting.

DEATH'S VOICE IS A CARESS OVER THE BACK OF HER NECK, hair raising in the wake of a thrill shuddering through her, arcing across her skin like hundreds of miniscule sparks of lightning. isn't it strange, that agatha has never felt so alive as she does in the face of the one fate she'll never accept? they'll never take her without a fight as fierce as the fires of hell itself ― but oh, they could have her, if they only allowed themself to ask.

she feels the grin stretching across her lips, ear to ear and bright as the fire her latest victims built in the center of their camp, but keeps her eyes closed. nestled comfortably into the patch of grass she had chosen to rest in. ( yes, of course she had waited. ) her hand, already resting upon her sternum, splays out her fingers to encompass where her heart rests underneath: eager, fluttering like bird's wings at the mere notion of rio's presence. “ is that all? ” she calls to her spectre, unable and unwilling to keep the coquetry from her voice. delighted. “ you won't dare come closer, see what else may await you? ”

you could feel it, she keeps tucked behind her teeth, still a little unsure of where to put her feet in this dance of theirs. it could be yours.

[am4zon]

@s-unfleur said: “i’m begging you…” / fish man

❛ Arthur... ❜ To say his name, for her lips to take its familiar shape, is to smile. The smile might be sad, and it does wither at the edges, but there is also sincere affection there. He begs, this king on his knees rather than on his rightful throne. Whether it is a kindness or a cruelty, she takes his hand and kisses the knuckles that are too used to fighting. She knows him more as a lover than a warrior, which she is grateful for. It is an honor to know him, even more, as a friend. And one who loves her so fiercely at that... she drops his hand. She looks at him with apology written in her eyes.

She'd do anything to delay the confession but knows it must be said. ❛ I'm in love with someone. ❜ And, on a strange instinct, she fiddles with her ring finger, which for now is just skin, but what she wants to be something more one day. If he feels like this is a betrayal, for her heart to beat or another after telling him it was dead, she will not blame him. She will not blame him at all.

[musesofthesun]

Of course he won't stand for the slander, his feet hurt from the heels

( . . . )

that's it, folks. he isn't coming back from this one. he's giving mirabelle his heels in his will.

[foreveric]

Keanu reeves characters with a reader who just had to put down there childhood dog 😢

💌 a/n:: we got this request while we were recovering from covid, so apologies if there were any delays!

the keanuverse characters — headcanons.

john wick

of course, this man's going to empathize with you. although he wouldn't know exactly what it was like to lose a childhood dog, he sure does know what it's like to lose a dog that meant wonders to him. he's going to be there with you while you grieve, and he'll occasionally stop by with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you would save all of those flowers for as long as you could. because, when the flowers die, they make you think back to your dog. but, you couldn't let him know that.

jack traven

he's never really had any kind of dogs in his childhood, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't love them. he's going to be there for you whenever you need him. even after a grueling day working in the force, he will stop by just to visit you. "I understand what it's like to lose someone close to you." he softly whispers to you, keeping his voice a low volume while speaking gently. but, somehow, that naturally deep voice of his would always get you distracted from the grief over your childhood friend, your dog.

john constantine

let's be honest, he's gonna be a bit of a dick about it. he'll make deadpanned jokes at you for crying so much over one little dog. he doesn't understand grieving, or why people do it. how-ever, he will still listen to you when you need someone to cry to. he loves being there for you, but he can't feel sympathy or empathy, so he never knows how to respond to what you have to say.

tom ludlow

he'll always visit you in your home/apartment with a bottle of your favorite alcohol. despite being familiar with grief, he never learned how to cope well with it, leading to him using alcohol as a source of relief; to numb himself. when he is there with you, he'll listen to you until he's really too drunk to coherently understand what you were saying. it will always be random times when he leaves, and he'd always leave the rest of the alcohol bottle with you as a "gift".