#I eat that shit up every time

[logicallyblind]

my absolute favourite favourite favourite trope in fanfic is when thorin is outwardly a grouchy, ill tempered scowling dwarf whom bilbo just silently watches from afar lamenting the fact that someone like That would never give someone like Him the time of day-

and then the perspective shifts to thorin and we get to just listen to this smitten fool plan out their wedding in extreme detail all while waxing poetry about the sunlight shining through bilbo’s curls in his mind i just,,

[charbroiledchicken]

one of my favourite relationship dynamics in literature has to be: "the one that calms them down" + "the one that makes them feel alive"

[unjorts]

listen,, you gotta look hot for when you burn your fellow organization member to death in front of a key-wielding lad and his friends !!

no text ver. under cut :D

+bonus low-res blurry saix, as a treat :)

[tiddie-taylor]

When ppl draw the emotions with tails and other hairy features >>>>

[save-the-villainous-cat]

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS REALIZE THEY FELL IN LOVE PLEASE

The villain cringed hard whenever they touched the hero’s forearm.

For the past weeks, their feelings had changed from indifferent to borderline anxious. Whenever they were on top of the hero, they fought a rising panic attack, desperately trying to swallow the tightness of their throat. Nothing helped — they had done all kinds of methods to calm themselves down but all the internet told them was bullshit.

Apparently, they needed to find the trigger first.

“I know it’s none of my business,” the hero said one evening, their dagger digging into the villain’s clothes. “But you’ve been distant lately. I feel like you don’t want to sleep with me anymore. I understand that completely and if you want to stop, we will.”

The villain swallowed, the same pain forming in their chest, and in all their wisdom, they nodded. 

“Yeah, I think we should stop,” they said. 

“Okay,” the hero said, giving them a cut right above their hip. 

That didn’t work. It didn’t work at all.

The villain became an insomniac, walking around like a zombie during the day. They made mistakes when they cleaned their weapons, made mistakes when they were fighting. Getting sloppy wouldn’t have been bad if this line of work wasn’t deadly and maybe they would’ve been able to live with the horrible symptoms they experienced but under these circumstances, they were anything but.

Which is why two weeks later, they found themselves being pressed against the cold ground with the hero on top of them, their knee digging into a fresh wound.

“I would like to sleep with you again,” they wheezed. “I understand if you—”

“I agree,” the hero interrupted them, putting more pressure on their wound. “Tomorrow. Your place.”

The villain caught themselves smiling with their heart pounding in their chest, fighting for some sick salvation. And god, that scared them. So much, in fact, that they almost called the hero the next day to tell them they couldn’t do it. 

By the time the hero rang their doorbell, they were a mess. 

“Did I interrupt your workout?” the hero joked but the villain didn’t really get it, they just fidgeted and made a sound that could’ve been close to “yeah.”

The hero studied them but decided on being silent which was definitely the better decision for the villain. Sweating like this before actually getting to it was probably very suspicious. Maybe the hero thought this was a trap? Maybe the hero was setting up a trap? They knew they were going mad and nothing was able to help them.

However, once their enemy was naked and on top of them, the villain managed to relax. They allowed themselves to close their eyes and lean their head back, loosening their muscles and breathing out slowly. It was a peace they hadn’t experienced in two terrible weeks. They felt tears prickling at the corners of their eyes; relief washing over them, embracing them gently.

They let their hands wander over the hero’s thighs, squeezing them when the hero found a particularly soft spot to devour. They needed the touch, needed to feel the soft skin wrapped around their hips, the warmth of their chest and—

The villain froze, nearly choking on a moan when their fingertips brushed the hero’s forearm. All of it came back. Their throat tightened, their eyes widened and they couldn’t help but gasp for air. Immediately, the hero got off them and pulled them up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” they said gently but there was some kind of urgency in their eyes, some kind of panic that wouldn’t get past their pupils. “Follow my breathing, in and out, come on…”

The villain’s fingers shook, they sweated like a sinner in church. They were going to die.

Gasping for air, they clasped the hero, trying to hold on and find some stability.

Calming down with the hero next to them was easier than calming down alone, they realised. They didn’t like that. 

“What is going on?” the hero asked softly. As soon as the villain’s breathing had evened, they pulled the blanket over them and played with the villain’s hair. It left the villain speechless — not even a sound wanted to come out of them. They didn’t do things like this. They didn’t cuddle. They didn’t ask questions.

“I…your arm.” The villain felt another wave of anxiety coming over them, so they squeezed the hero’s hand. 

“Do you mean the scar?” They looked at each other. 

“I broke that arm a year ago,” the villain said. Tears rose again. “You said it didn’t heal properly.”

“It didn’t. It still hurts at times,” the hero said. The villain wanted to cry. 

“I���m sorry,” they whispered. 

“This has never been a problem in the past,” the hero pointed out. “We’ve started having sex before you broke my arm. It didn’t matter to you which scar you made.”

“That’s right,” the villain said. “And I’m so fucking sorry. Every time I touch your arm, I think about the crack, I think about your scream and your tears…”

“I forgive you, you know?”

“I’m still sorry.”

No one had to say more than that. Both of them knew what it meant.  

[luxhesperus]

you know, i am feral for futuristic sci-fi media wherein there's always this part of society that calls itself eden or garden of eden that presents itself as this utopia (but only a select part of this society is allowed in or really, it's just a fancy prison) and how at some point in the story, it is burned to the ground and usually by those who built it in the first place

i mean, there's more to it than just the gratifying feeling of burning and destroying a false paradise but also the absolute heresy in calling it eden only for it to be the complete opposite of what it should/used to represent

(there's really more to it that makes me go ape shit about this trope in media but unfortunately i currently cannot slap the words together nor can i make them coherent, so have this for now)

(also, i'm looking at you 残次品 and 小蘑菇 👁️👁️)

[cosmicpoutine]

you guys don't even know how much i love superbat, its that lil obsession i keep on the side

[the-unconquered-queen]

Drug of choice: Aerin x MC content creators textually/visually depicting MC wearing Aerin's ring

[lotus-pear]

i know it's been five days since someone reminded you but please read orv bbg <3 it's 100% worth it

IVE BEEN MEANING TO I PROMISE I WILL GET TO IT (not to worry bc if you forget then tumblr user evilkaeya will be there to remind me everyday like they normally do)

[funkypeanutbear]

Oh no it's sad boy hours..

The road to recovery had its bumps.

There's a story behind this one, but in general terms, I think having a plastered bandage on your face cannot feel pleasant. It's sticky, itchy, a little hot and when you move your facial muscles you can feel the bandage moving with them and tugging on the skin. Just the way that other... thing did. So u'know.

[willbyersabyss]

My favorite byler kiss idea is Mike kissing Will then saying sorry when he pulls away but Will goes back in

[wonusite]

cannot stop thinking about pining!minwon. their heart eyes directed at reader!!! subtly asking for her number and texting her all the time!!! getting excited to hang out with her!!! doing subtle things to impress her and always secretly vying for her attention!!! also, imagine wonwoo doing well at keeping his crush a secret while mingyu is just The Most Obvious man in the whole world lol. -minwon nonny

you are so real for this omg.

also they would just do the most. like casually offering to pay for you if you guys go out to eat or do something fun together. also would try to casually take pics to post you bc they would want you on their socials + have those memories to constantly look back on. AND YES KIM MINGYU WOULD NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE WORD SUBTLE IS PLS 😭

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Big shoutout to the artists who give the ghouls paw pads and toe beans that’s the good shit right there.

[vroomvroomwee]

Girl-dad Vox in his human life but he was a pretty shit dad and then when he got sent to Hell he adopts a kid that reminds him too much of his previous daughter who makes him actually want to become a better parent due to how much he misses her trope >>>>>>>>>>>>

[peonyblossom]

mutual proposals is such a good trope

[lord-shitbox]

im a simple man. when someone tries to get out of bed & their partner reaches over to grab them by the waist before they can stand up & refuses to let them leave i go insane