#I will be thinking abt this the whole day

[whaliiwatching]

a moment of privacy in public

[vigilskeep]

i’m a bit late, but it’s time to talk abt the thedas festival of wintersend!!

this festival is celebrated at the beginning of guardian, which is what the people of thedas call february. (isn’t that a little early for the end of winter? no wonder i missed it! anyway.) back in tevinter’s day, wintersend was called urthalis and dedicated to the old god of beauty, urthemiel. (yes, that’s the archdemon from origins.) these days it’s a celebration of the maker, presumably because when light and warmth returns to the world, you feel like celebrating whoever created it? same reason it’s a good time to celebrate the old god of beauty i suppose

wintersend is celebrated with tourneys and contests all across the continent, from the gladiators in the proving grounds of minrathous to the swordsmen and archers of what are said to be the particularly grand tournaments of nevarra, for which the nobility spares no expense. good day to be a rook mercar or ingellvar, if you’re into that! free marchers never miss an opportunity for that kind of thing either, i’m sure kirkwall puts something on and the champion is the favourite for the win, great day out for the whole party. it’s also said to be a day of gathering for trade or theatre. the trade aspect might be because mountain passes are said to open up as winter eases; the first travelling merchants might arrive, and for templars and mages in circle towers, perhaps the first shipments of lyrium if heavy snows prevented travel from orzammar? i think the theatre aspect is super cute because i bet that ranges all the way from the kind of high standard orlesian drama josie and leliana might attend, to, in smaller towns and villages, the kids preparing all winter to put on a little play. maybe the crows flock to the villa dellamorte’s opera house for some more normal reasons than they do in the game; maybe the inquisition’s soldiers stage a production or amaranthine puts together its best performers for the warden-commander

and my favourite of all: in some areas, wintersend is the day to arrange marriages! if you or your love interest is determined to do things properly, this is the day to take three goats and a sheaf of wheat to someone’s mother

probably because it has a snappy name, this is a festival that gets mentioned on occasion by characters. vivienne talks about wintersend gift lists and met her duke at orlais’ imperial wintersend ball. (dorian asks josie for an invitation to the wintersend ball in lydes—they must be the orlesian tradition for the season.) nadia and elio from the vows & vengeance podcast met at wintersend, too! for a grimmer tale: in the soldier’s peak dlc, you can find a letter about an arl’s entire family killed by a tyrant king whose wintersend spending he criticised. more cheerfully: emmrich’s mother made that nevarran hazelnut torte every wintersend

[anisangeldust]

Cupids Arrow | S.M.

Summary: After falling pathetically in love; Sam Monroe decides to give Valentine’s Day a chance.

Pairing: Sam Monroe x popular!Fem reader

Warnings: annoying Sam, use of “faggot” (in a playful way) and “gaybo” (derogatory), lwk self loathing, loser in love Sam, kinda a heavy make out sesh, semi public smut, dry humping, premature ejaculation ? Whimpering Sam, reader teases him and he gets off on it.

A/N: this is lwk self insert and I’m not ashamed abt it. Also I lwk hate it but wtv :( happy vday!!

“Naw bro, she’s fine as fuck” Josh nudges his friend as you walk past. You’d switched high schools and joined the previous semester. It’s as if you were an overnight success, fresh blood, pretty face, and rich parents, a recipe for being the top of the social ladder.

Even sad, mopey, emo Sam Monroe wasn’t immune to your charm

“Fuck off dude, she’d never go for you. You look and act like a faggot. She needs a strong man.” Josh’s friend flexes and raises his eyebrows up and down at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued walking to class.

With a scowl, Sam’s eyes followed the whole interaction. What of you did want him? Why did he care? Sam didn’t want you, or your preppy attitude, you fluffy hair that fell above your boobs, your low rise Abercrombie & Finch jeans that barely pass dress code— No. No. He didn’t care about or notice you. You or your big eyes and full lips— No.

And he especially didn’t notice you or the way his heart rate sped up when you smiled at him.

——

If there’s one thing Sam hated more than his father it was P.E. You were the only thing that made the class tolerable. Except he didnt think that because he barely noticed you or your teeny Juicy Couture shorts at all.

Even worse than P.E. (And Sam’s dad) was dodgeball. Fuck dodgeball. Sam thought as he stood in the corner of the gym and watched all the popular guys peacock for your attention.

A star ball hit Sam in the face, and the accompanying voice of one of the jocks followed “you’re out gaybo! Sit the fuck down!” And Sam rolled his eyes, sitting down as he flipped off the guy.

Like a guardian angel sent by a god he didn’t believe in, you threw a ball at the jock and got him out, playfully flipping him off like Sam did.

You go up to Sam and offer a hand. “C’mon, you’re back in. You okay? Looked like a nasty hit.” You smile.

Despite the bit of chill in the winter air, Sam felt a warmth spread across his face. “Yeah no.. whatever. Im good. Im fine” he scoffs, taking your hand to get up and dropping it suddenly when he realizes he just accidentally held your hand

“M’kay” I smile and saunter off to keep playing.

——

“It doesn’t mean anything. Shes nice to everyone” Sam sighs and rubs his face as he and Corey sit in the roof of his station wagon.

Corey takes a long inhale of their shared cigarette “yeah but..” he exhales “she helped you.. or some shit. I don’t know. But I can feel it. She likes you dude” he lays back.

Sam leans back and looks up at the sky, biting his bottom lip in contemplation. “Yeah but— fuck man. I can’t just ask her to be my valentine. That’s corny. And she probably has one” Sam sighs

Corey rolls his eyes “does she even entertain the other guys? There’s no harm in asking. Just like, buy her flowers or chocolate or something I don’t know. But ask her” Corey takes a puff.

“Y’know what. Fuck it man. I’ll ask” Sam nods and takes the cigarette, taking a long breath in and letting the exhale dwindle away in the night sky, his mind on you, you and your plump lips..

“Do you think Angel likes roses?” Sam groans

Corey huffs “probably. Get some chocolate too. Shit dude, maybe even a card” he giggles.

——

Walking through the halls of the school had never been so embarrassing. Who did Sam think he was? Using the little bit of cash he had that he’d usually spend on weed for chocolate and stupid flowers? It was too late to back down now. He had to focus.. but even as you got closer he could feel your eyes on him..

Clutching the six roses in his hand, Sam clears his throat to get your attention. “Hey.. uhm��� could I talk to you..?” He murmurs and looks around at your friends. Your popular friends, all hanging around your locker. This was a bad idea.

The gentle smile that teased the corner of your lips almost made him forget to breathe “Of course.” You smile and lead him away to a different hallway “we’ll be right back” you look back at your friend then focus on him.

Oh god he was going to do it. “Uhm.. I was wondering if maybe you’d like.. I dunno.. be my valentine?” He murmurs and holds out the roses, opening his backpack and grabbing the chocolate.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, he was so close to just walking away, but the gentle sound of your giggles bring his gaze back. “Of course I will Sammy” you take the gifts “thank you, these are beautiful.

He was shocked. You said yes? This was a joke. A bet. You were just pitying him. “Really?” He whispers, not quite registering that you actually agreed. “Well uhm.. how about I like.. take you to dinner..?” He spews before his mind can catch up with his mouth.

You smile wider “Yes really. And I’d like that.” You take out a notebook and scribble down two things “here’s my number and address. Let me know the details” you kiss his cheek “Bye Sammy”.

He’s eyes followed you like a magnet “See ya..” he mumbles, bringing a hand up to where you kissed him, gently touching the spot with the pads of his fingers.

——

Nervous wasn’t even in the ballpark of emotions he was feeling. This still had to be some elaborate prank, a joke, never mind that he’d called you 3 times and told you to be ready for a dinner he planned, his heart swelling at the excited tone of your voice. You’d stand him up, he’d drive to your house like an idiot and you’d tell him you weren’t serious.

Telling his parents was arguably just as nerve wracking.

<<Hey mom uhm, could you help me.. maybe?>> Sam mumbled to his mother, Robin, as she cooked dinner, her eyes widened in surprise as not only did her angsty son talk to her, but he was asking for help?

She smiled << yeah i suppose.. with what..?>> her tone was gentle, almost hesitant.

Sam shrugged <<I uhm.. like.. maybe have a Valentine’s Day date..>> he cleared his throat and had to stop the smile as his mom rattled on about who you were and then helped Sam with all the details.

Standing at the door of your very nice home, in his only pair of decent dress slacks and a black button down, Sam clutched the bouquet of roses his mom helped pick out and rang the doorbell.

A middle aged woman with sleek brown hair answered the door. “Ah, you must be Sam” she smiles.

Sam nods, running a hand through his black and blue hair “yeah.. that’s me” he gives a lopsided smile “is your daughter ready?” He asks.

“She should be.” Your mom turns into the house “darling! Your dates here!” And the click clack of heels meets Sam’s ears.

You looked stunning. Breathtaking. Sam was flummoxed as he met your gaze. Your dress was a beautiful blush color, and your makeup matched. Sam reminded himself to blink as you approached “Hey.. happy Valentine’s Day” he quirked up his lips and held out the bouquet of flowers.

“These are gorgeous. Thank you” you smile and take his hand, this time on purpose, and walk to his car. Sam opens the passenger seat before climbing in the drivers seat and twisting his key.

Mr. Self destruct by Nine Inch Nails starts to play up again and Sam quickly turns it off “Sorry.. I was uh..” he flushes with sudden embarrassment at his music taste.

You turn the dial back up “don’t apologize. I’d be happy to listen to the music you enjoy” you smile and admire his side profile as he drives, your eyes drawn to the way his hands fiddle with the gear shift, taking in the faint scent of weed that lingers on the leather seats. It was so him, so perfect.

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The date was perfect. A beautiful awkward mix of Sam’s corny jokes and your elegant aura. It became clear that not only was it not a pity date, but maybe you actually liked him back? He tried not to let himself dwell on the idea. But as the server called you guys “cute” and you just thanked him, Sam could feel himself falling deeper into this boyish crush.

Walking out of the restaurant hand in hand, Sam decided to deviate from his original plan “We should get ice cream. I know this lookout point I smoke at sometimes. It’s perfect for stargazing” the sudden boost of confidence he had talking for him.

“I’d like that a lot” you take his hand and walk to his car.

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For the first time Sam felt like the universe was on his side. Eating ice cream on Valentine’s Day, sitting in the open trunk of his car with the girl he likes and watching the stars after a successful date, the only thing that would make it better was if he didn’t have a raging boner from watching you lick cream off your lips.

As you got down to the bottom of your cone and started to lick the melted desert off your fingers, Sam wiggled and tried to pull away. But you noticed. Of course you noticed.

“Something wrong?” You look at him and scoot closer.

He swallowed audibly “nothing.. nothing wrong.. I’m great” he shakes his head vehemently.

You lean your head closer, the hot air mingling between you “you sure? You look flushed” you giggle and tease.

He dares to lean in “am not!”

You smile “are too” and then your lips attach. The kiss is heavy, full of Sams insecurity and your desire. His inexperienced tongue moves around your mouth, his pants growing tighter from the taste of your lips.

Climbing onto his lap, you finally see the source of his awkwardness “mmm.. is that what’s wrong?” You tease and gently move your hips over his hard on.

Sam gasps into the kiss, whimpering and letting his mouth part “y-yeah..” he stutters, trying to latch onto his last shred of gentlemanly thoughts.

“You’re so adorable” your giggles make him flushed.

“I’m not adorable.. I’m.. I dunno..” he stutters pathetically, panting into the kiss and bucking his hips up.

You keep moving “pretty sure you are. You’re whimpering like a loser. A cute loser” you kiss and suck on his jaw.

Sam lets out a moan “nuh uh..” he tries for the last time to hold on, but as he opens his eyes and meets your gaze, he’s done for. With one finally little whine, he cums in his pants, bucking his hips up and kissing you.

Both if you look at eachother with wide eyes, the look in his is terrified, the look in yours in playful “did you just..?” And he tears up

“Sorry.. ‘m so sorry.. couldn’t help it..” he pouts and looks at his lap.

You flick his nose to get his attention “I’m not mad Sammy.. that was.. hot” he giggle and kiss him again.

“Hot..?” He mumbles and his hands find your waist.

“And pathetic. Hot and pathetic.” You confirm with a nod of your head.

[zombaebitez]

I have an idea but if you don't like it you can discard it!

Maybe something like Ellie x reader where reader is a runner?

It's 3am and that's the only idea that came to my mind haha. Love your writing btw.

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I Love You (Too)

ellie williams x runner reader

synopsis: it went too fast, you got bit; now she’s alone again.

zom’s note: im so glad you like my writing, tysm! since there was no specifics, i wanted to branch out and write smthg angsty, bc why not. i lowkey feel bad… my shayla.

word count: abt 955

warnings: angst, death (ellie shoots reader), just pure sadness not gonna lie.

Love

noun

A deep feeling of adoration and affection. Complex and utterly fucked.

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God- It wasn’t supposed to make this turn, literally and figuratively. It was supposed to be a simple scout… in a foreign area. Red Flag. It was quiet, Green Flag? No infected, right? Fuck no. A major fucking fuck of fuckest nos. Open street, Green Flag, Houses… Red Green Flag? It all happened way too fast. One minute you and Ellie were walking, chatting quietly, still alert, but not as sharp as you both should be.

First came one, round an abandoned truck. Then came another… then another… that alerted another. Then before you know it, A WHOLE DAMN LOT OF THEM. Two people against what felt like hundreds, constant moving, running, dodging, shooting, stabbing.

A means for survival, you had Ellie’s back, Ellie had yours. Well for the most part… Ellie split from you just for a second? A minute…? Three or seven. It was a frenzy, her mind was running miles. Yours also in a panic until then last infected.

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She had an arm around you as support, holding your waist with the other. Both covered in grime and blood, that was hopefully not your own. With an effort you both managed to huddle inside a safe house, deemed that way by Ellie’s check through. Green Flag. It's okay, everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t… that’s when Ellie noticed the copious amount of blood near your calf, running down your to your ankle like a fucking river, splitting into streams. Red Flag. Ellie damn near felt her knees buckle, immediately drawing your attention to where she blankly stared. You assured her it was nothing, before turning your leg fully to reveal the ripped fabric of your jeans… a few scratches littering under the rip… then a bite. No that was fucking obvious…

“Oh…” was all you could muster out, before glancing back at Ellie. She stood there, frightened as you tried to console the situation. She was gonna puke.

—

That was almost a week ago. Maybe a week. Ellie couldn't be certain… a few days definitely. You told her you weren’t going to let her see your certain demise. You both knew what was meant to happen. That was days ago, She didn’t let you. She said… she’d do it, so you two can savor each moment left. Red Flag.

‘Ellie, pull the damn trigger’, is what she’d tell herself.

She wouldn’t… not now… not on you.

So here we are, Ellie sitting outside the house you ultimately turned in, because she couldn’t do it. Reminds her of that couple that ran from Jackson some time ago. She understood… well related.

Life was a cruel mistress. The amount of times she held the pistol to you, your cordyceps infected brain not caring, body working on instinct. She knew you were gone… but the moans and cries felt a little too human each time.

She grabbed her journal, scribbling in the worn book, scratching your face… a face that made her feel more sane… especially after Santa Barbara. Or maybe she never was. She felt the same as she did on that goddamned beach.

Broken down, lost without him, or her... Or you. Alone again. No one. Just her mind. Cruel.

Did you feel alone in that head of yours too? Was sitting prisoner in your own body as your last bits of sanity where taken from you by a fucking fungus petrifying? Did Ellie being the last thing you could grasp mentality give you peace… or sadness?

It didn’t bring her peace thinking about it. She found it hard to even think about you without the fear in your eyes, a primal fear that sinks deep into your bones. You unknowingly clawed her down with you once you turned, or maybe it was the other way round. She knew it was fucked up, keeping you here… she knew it was wrong. It was selfish. You aren’t even you anymore, yet she still holds onto the thought of you. It's twisted. It’s sick… it’s the second time this has happened. One time too many. Melancholic.

She tossed the journal down next to her; thinking was too much. She couldn’t, her hands shook, her body trembled. In, out. Inhale, exhale, she reminded herself.

Standing, Ellie looked at the house behind her. Quiet… Red Flag. She wanted to hug you, play ignorant to the fact you got bitten…

She went inside, your reaction is always immediate and hostile. Could there be guilt lying somewhere in your brain…? Maybe she was personifying you too much, you weren’t human anymore. She watched you attempt and attempt to reach her, bound by some old rope she found in the garage of this stupid house. Inhale, Exhale. She grabbed her handgun, trying to tune out your screams and snarls, struggling.

She adored you, she tried to hold on to what she had of you… she couldn’t. Red Flag. All she could grasp is your last words, before the day your mind wasn’t yours. The sobbing, and the denial.

“Ellie, you know meeting you was amazing…

She steadied her hand.

…I wish we could have had more time together, you’re so so special to me…

Ellie aimed towards… the runner? you.

… don’t worry too much, and please don’t lose yourself…

Ellie fired ???

… I Love You, Ellie.”

—

She slung her backpack on her shoulders, walking outside. Her movements— mechanical. Ellie crumpled, she sobbed. Alone, scared, tired. Her own type of infection clawed through her body. One that didn’t kill her, not physically. Dissociated… it all went too fast, yet too slow, like trudging through tar.

Ellie took a deep breath, shaken up and ragged.

“I Love You Too.”

[ponyosfrogg]

Blood and Silk

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Assassin! Reader

Summary: Once he was your everything, now he's just a reminder of what they did to you. Can both of you move on from your past to form an alliance?

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The night was dark and the sound of footsteps echoing across Gotham's skyscraper rooftops was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point it can even be said that it was calming and reassuring for those civilians.

It couldn't be said that it was an open night. Damian couldn't even see the stars because of the dark clouds gathering around. Gloomy Gotham weather was the only thing that didn't change since the beginning of the time, besides the vigilantes who are fighting to correct some of the corrupted justice system. So like we said it was an ordinary night.

But it wasn't for Damian, not entirely.

His grip on his batarang got tighter while he was standing on top of a gorgoyle statue, watching over his city. It all started a few days back, he felt like he was being followed by someone, something. At first he thought it was because of his paranoia after all he was trained to be an assassin long time ago. The first thing they had taught him was to be careful. He could still hear his mentor's words in his mind. 'Never let your guard down. If you think something is happening that means it is happening.' So he, now, had a reason to believe someone was following him.

It wasn't just happening during the patrol, he could feel the same familiar eyes watching over him in everything he does. When he's at the manor, when he's at the wayne enterprises even when he is out with his friends. He couldn't see someone which meant that they were too skilled to be seen yet too persistent to go unnoticed. He was getting tired of this cat and mouse game. After all he was always the cat never the mouse.

He turned around and jumped over to the rooftop while he grabbed his other batarang as well. He looked around once again and started to yell in annoyance. "Enough with the hiding." His voice was quite steady despite his irritation and annoyance. "Show yourself."

Silence.

There was only the sound of the busy city that was filling his ears, then—

A dagger sliced through the air. Damian barely had time to dodge it even though he moved quickly. He could sense the warm liquid on top of his ear.

Fuck. That dagger had slightly cut him.

He could feel his anger building up. He threw his batarang over the direction that dagger came out but he lost his precious moments already when he stopped for his ear, his hunter was already gone. It was quick.

He sensed a movement behind him and turned around just to see someone coming out of the darkness. That figure was lean yet strong. If he hadn't sense that figure he wouldn't hear them coming by because that figure was silent, precise and deadly. League-trained.

"You made a mistake!" He almost growled, lunging forward. But they were faster, much faster.

If he hadn't met with 'The Flash' he could've thought that this person might be him. It seemed like they have been training since birth because none of the assassins he had a chance to meet were this fast. He knew that if he used what he learned in the league of assassins he might lose because it had been such a long time and he was out of practice. He also knew that what his father thought him might be not useful at all too, since they were completely opposites. But he didn't have time to reconsider his method of attack, he had to be fast.

The first touch was brutal. Their hand came near to his face almost cutting his face. He dodged that as well but got kicked on his stomach while doing so.

Their movements were calculated, effortless; it was almost like they had been studying him for years. Every attack Damian threw was countered with such an elegant and easy way. It almost seemed like they were playing, not fighting. They weren't attacking him, no. They were just easily defending. It was not a physical fight, it was a mental one. to make him doubt himself, showing him that there are enemies who can kill him without even trying. Every strike met with a dodge at the last possible second. When he realized he lost both of his batarangs, he immediately fell off to the ground. That second cost him his balance because they threw a strong kick on his stomach, again.

He felt some heaviness on his stomach and when he raised his head he saw the dagger that was pressed against his neck.

That was the first time in years he saw his reflection on someone else's steel. He wondered why he wasn't dead already but a sudden realization struck him like lightning. This wasn't an assassination, this was personal.

"Take off the mask" He demanded even though he knew he wasn't in a position to make demands. His voice was low and sharp. He needed to see.

You grabbed the red silk scarf that was covering your face and took it out effortlessly while your other hand took off your hoodie, releasing the hair it has been holding.

Damian's blood ran cold, he could feel the lump on his stomach. His eyes darkened with anger once again.

"You..." The words caught on his throat.

He didn't expect this even a little bit. You were the girl that filled every childhood memory of his with happiness, you were the girl that he had to marry after he took over the league, you were the girl that he had a crush on for a fucking lifetime, you were the girl that stole his heart, his body, his mind and his soul. After moving in with his father he thought about you every fucking day then when he goes to the sleep he would have dreams about you. He  wrote you many letters, about his new life here, about how you would love the taste of the milkshake and fries, how you would love his older brother Jason who was a total psycho, how you would make fun of him when he attends one of the galas that Bruce was holding, with a suit and a tie. He wrote them just to never send them to you. He had buried this memory, your memory somewhere inside of a vault that was locked down forever in his mind after some time. At some point since you didn't come after him he was sure that you died but deep in his heart, he knew when he was all alone in that big bedroom of his, he abandoned you.

"You..." You repeated, voice sharp as the dagger you were holding close to his neck.  Your eyes seemed colder, brutal and unforgiving. Looking at him with a despise and disgust.

But what cut deepest was not the hate that you hold for him in your eyes, no. It was what you chose to call him.

It wasn't Damian, it wasn't Wayne. Hell it wasn't even stupid nicknames that his brothers were giving him although he mentioned multiple times he hated nicknames.

"Did you miss me heir of the Al Ghul?"

His jaw tightened. The weight of his past slammed into him all at once. He should have known it was coming, you were coming.

Damian grunted as you pressed your weight a little bit more on him. Pinning him onto the ground. He felt like he couldn't move, even though he could easily switch your positions by putting his legs around your body. He knew that you didn't secure your position on him just for him to try it. He knew that you were toying with him. The cold, sharp steel of your dagger was still pressing on his throat but that wasn't what made his heart race—it was the familiarity of your presence, your touch and your smell. You being this close to him made him remember when two of you were sparring together. When both of you were just kids who fell in love. He quickly tried to send that thought away and was able to do that because you just gave him something different to think about when you leaned over more, almost laying on top of him. Without breaking the eye contact, you slowly reached over for the weapons that he hid around his body. One of them was near his knee, the other one was on his belt and the third one was on his back. One by one you unarmed him without even looking at the placements. It almost felt like you were the one who put those weapons around his body, not him.

You could sense the power you have over him but you knew that he was like this because he was in shock. Once he pulled himself back together and realized he's the one that holds power over you he would probably turn your life into hell, yet that was what you were hoping for deep in your heart.

You threw away every weapon of his on the other side of the roof while you pulled your other hand from his neck and put your dagger into its leather placement around your upper thigh.

Damian's chest rose with every movement you've made. He knew that if you stayed in this position a little bit his body might do something to make his attraction towards you obvious by betraying him. He took a breath.

"You done?" He muttered while he rolled his eyes. "Because I've got better things to do than lie on the ground while you rearrange every weapon on your and my body."

God, he didn't even lose a little bit of his snarky sense of speech. He was still as cocky as ever. You rolled your eyes as you got up from his body and crossed your arms on your chest.

"You're in no position to tell me what to do dickhead, you're no longer my heir nor my prince." He gritted his teeth. You've insulted him three times just within a sentence. It was refreshing for him to see someone, beside his family, insulting him and that made him feel in discomfort. He shifted his position and crossed his arms like you did.

"What do you want then Kitten. I'm sure you're not here to say hi to your old lover." And there he was, he somehow managed to deal with his shock and now he was making you angry. You've lost your upper hand and you knew that. Actually you knew you'd lost it when you first fell in love with him back then.

"Don't get so cocky now dear, I don't think the term lover fits for someone who abandoned the other person don't you think?" You smirked like you felt nothing while saying those words but it cut you deeper than it cut him, accepting the fact for once out loud. "I think what you call those people is a traitor." Damian's eyes got darkened as he clenched his teeth. He hated this attitude of yours. He didn't let his guilt arise instead he just scoffed like you've said the funniest thing ever. "Why are you really here?"

You hated that you had to open up this dickhead so stress and panic took over your body as you paced towards the edge of the rooftop. You jumped over the protective wall and sat while you stared at the city lights. Gotham was beautiful, you could understand why he never came back for you. You needed to gather your thoughts for a bit. He was Damian, you knew that even he had broken his promise before you could trust him yet something inside of you more like some part of you was leaving you hesitated. You didn't even realize he sat right beside you.

"I've left the league, almost a year ago." You said to him almost whispering. You knew that he heard you because his eyes turned over to look at you. He was shocked and caught off guard. "You already know that I was trained to rule beside you even after you've left they kept training me. First I thought they were preparing me for another heir but I knew that beside you there wasn't anyone in line."  You could feel your eyes tear up but you quickly hold them. You didn't want to cry again over this. You've promised yourself.

"For some time it was good, really good. I liked the power and all that. But later I realized there were corruptions within the league and I tried to fix it. That was my first mistake, being too naive." You didn't even think when you were talking. "Of course I was just a puppet and when they realized they could no longer have a power over me they killed everyone I've loved. They wanted to torment me by killing them first but of course I ran away." You remembered that day like it was just today. Every detail, every sound, every footsteps.

"I've fled to another country. I've built a life there you know. I was working in a florist shop, I had a lot of friends, I even started to speak their language for a bit. I've always thought this would be the life I would have if I wasn't an assassin. I was happy." You smiled to yourself. "You know I even had a boyfriend. First I dated him to adapt that life quicker but he was so nice, so naive and full of goodness... I've found myself liking him."

Your words made Damian feel something. He couldn't help the flicker of emotion that danced across his eyes. Jealousy. But it couldn't be right? It has been decades since he was even with you, and you were kids to begin with. Yet the thought of you being with someone else lit some fires within his heart. And he couldn't stop himself from imagining things. Did he cuddle you after a long day at work? Did he introduce you to his family? Did he wanted a life with you? Maybe imagined he would be your husband and all that. These thoughts made his stomach twist in pain. Yet he was too afraid to acknowledge all that.

"For six months it was all good, I've truly believed that they have left me be. But one day I had work overtime in the shop and when I got back. There was blood-"

you stopped talking to gather your thoughts together before speaking again.

"-There was blood everywhere. They tortured him and they killed him afterwards. I didn't even have enough time to mourn over him, so I ran away again."

The tension in the air was thick. Damian absorbed your words one by one. His eyes closed with the sorrow. He felt bad not for you or for the situation, he felt bad because he left you all alone to deal with it.  He wanted to say something. Like he regretted that he has left you everyday since he came here, like even though he had everything he wanted without you it was always something missing. Like he tried to date girls similar to you, that lookalike you, that speaks like you. With all these emotions, all these feelings he might actually throw himself off of this rooftop.

"But I'm done running away I'll fight back. So, now back to your question, I'm not here for your pity or to fix things with you. I want an alliance, I want revenge and I want blood."

He turned over your side to look at you and realized you were looking at him with a determination in your eyes, pain was dancing behind your vengeance speech he could see that. "What do you say Damian, let's take this fucking league down. It's already been a long time coming."

[grecoromanyaoi]

The whole "are jews white" thing drives me crazy bc whiteness is not an innate state of being it is a position of power in relation to other people and therefore it is more complicated than "russian ashkie = white and sephardi = brown" but everyone wants to make race into a biological fact so we're stuck unable to acknowledge that in the same way that jews are seen as both capitalists and communists for the purposes of antisemitism, we can also be seen as both white and poc for the purposes of antisemitism AND some jews do access, use, weaponise white privilege. it's not hard

As a side note I happen to think using a "white israeli vs brown palestinian" is functionally inaccurate. while zionism obviously emerges from european nationalism and therefore includes those strains of racism, it is a nationalism aka it is about jews and not white people. ANYWAY.

right right!!! like. u cant rly "separate" jewish ppl into a white/nonwhite binary in terms of oppression bc a. whiteness is a construct, n often applies differently in different situation n b. this may break some of u all's brains but white sephardim also suffer race based discrimination. white ashkenazim n white sephardim have different experiences w race, judaism n antisemitism. there r different ppl from the same city even w wildly different relationships to ethnic identity n race. there r 5 separate synagogues in the venetian ghetto belonging to 5 different ethnic groups. theyre all italian. theyre all venetian even.

ashkenazi/sephardic/mizrahi trinary doesnt work either - many ppl r mixed, white western ashkenazim, asian ashkenazim n ashkenazim of color have different experiences w race, judaism, antisemitism, identity, culture, etc. n so do european sephardim n noneuropean sephardim (even different european sephardim between themselves, ntm how different noneuro sephardic identities r from each other), many ppl identify as both sephardic n mizrahi, etc.

n to the last point at the end of the day its still trying to erase the diversity of palestinians. like while theyre all equally palestinians n their identity is, for the lack of a better word, valid, n palestinian is also obv a cultural identity, there r plenty different ethnic, religious n racial groups within the palestinian identity. i think it connects to how many ppl, esp westerners n esp americans, refuse to analyze any global situation, usually indigenous struggles, outside their specific dichotomy of xyz oppressor n xyz oppressed. they cant fathom that brown n black israelis can b relatively privileged based on their ethnicity, so they decide to just ignore their existence alltogether. like how they refuse to comprehend that americans of color can also b privileged - both globally n as settlers on stolen land, but instead of saying that any and all criticisms of american r racist n targeting poc n usamerican is a racist dogwhistle, they go the in opposite direction n treat all israelis as white, n israel as a white country (dont tell them abt the demographic statistics in both countries). thats also why ppl refuse to b normal abt russian or ottoman imperialism - they cant rly neatly fit it into their idea of what racially/ethnic based oppression looks like.

"are jews white" are christians white? sorry for the long answer/rant, but at the end of the day, this remains unbeated

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Instead of the “Jason vs Percy” rivalry we should have gotten Annabeth vs. Jason but instead of a fight for power it’s them having a battle of autism cause their special interests were Greek myths vs Roman myths.

Jason calls a Greek god by their Roman name and Annabeth pops up out of nowhere and goes “erm, actually”

The 7 is talking about some landmark and Annabeth and Jason start arguing about which pantheon it was dedicated to.

“It’s amazing right? It was dedicated to Athena.” “Erm, it was actually built for Mars…”

[d4ydream-girl]

comments from smosh cast + crew on shourtney's wedding post!!

ft. mythical, thomas sanders, macdoesit, and www.chess.com?? lol

[ughdontbeboring]

literally the sweetest! I’m excited all over again! every time I see it literally just makes me soooo happy! Babe omg that made my day 10 times better I feel so special you planned for Valentine’s Day!!! Ahhh such a fucking gem!! Can’t thank you enough. So honored to be included. I was telling my bestie, I sent her like a 10 minute voice note 🥲😅 (I swear she loves it) and everything filling her in abt the whole situation, the fic and she loved it!! She thinks she’s gorgeous also!

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

Readers/OCs from Feyd fics

Definitely totally intentionally waited until Valentine's Day to finally post this ❤️😅 A little while ago, I surprised some friends and mutuals with drawings of of their reader characters and OCs from their amazing Feyd fics (or rather - how I imagine them) ❤️ Worked with the help of references from pinterest. I fear tumblr may slaughter the quality, so you might have to open in a new tab or download to enjoy properly 🥹

Reader by @ooihcnoiwlerh in And I Don't Want Your Heart

Reader by @kasagia in Dancing With The Devil

Reader by @/Marweli in Ex Nihilo

Relic by myself in Relic

Reader by @sebastianswallows/Polia in The Little Death

Reader by @ughdontbeboring in Sweet boy

Arafa by @adeveara in And then he lit the sky

Leiana by @mystra-midnight in Folie À Deux

Solo portraits of the ladies are below the cut ❤️

[amelia-yap]

an idea that came to me this afternoon lol

[artilite]

please take me home 🌠

textless version below! lyrics are from the song Mơ Làm Ma by Ngọt :)

this was meant to be just a quick doodle before bed, but. well. you see where that ended up OTZ

[dennisboobs]

:) i certainly have no issue dressing in drag :)

^guy who has no issue dressing in drag btw

glenn said that dennis' drag name is victoria von hemen btw

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[yuukei-yikes]

im thinking abt this cuz we know saeru takes out haruka and takane at the same time with the intent of getting as many snakes out as possible in 1 day but it never really makes sense that the 2 snakes get out when they're the ones dying together. haruka, takane and ayano's august 15th is THE day where nothing makes sense when it comes to the rules of the daze (ayano getting in the daze on her own and still getting a snake??? i think her wish is just so strong that's the reason. but her wish to die is also so strong, she stays there but technically yeah it doesn't follow the rules)

for haruka and takane it's irregular too, technically only one should get out and get 1 snake. and haruka does stay behind and takane gets out BUT 2 snakes get obtained. to me the whole "experimentation" bit is what explained it without explaining it, like saeru plays around with their guts for a bit to trick the daze like ooo are they dead are they alive theyre half alive half dead theyve got wishes they're 2 people its august 15... daze u wanna swallow them so bad!!! because u always gotta consider saeru can't control the daze, it works around its rules BUT ALSO around azami. it's fun to consider it tricks/tempts azami while she still has power because it's particularly then when she finally gives up the power that allows her to move around, opening eyes. she gives that to takane!

saeru knowing azami won't be able to resist giving them snakes because they remind her of herself and tsukihiko. AUUUUGHHHH! like here *shakes shiny keys in front of ur face except its teenagers on vivisection tables* yoohooo they are sorta dead sorta alive open up the daze if u wanna do something abt thiiiiis teheheheeeee!!! and azami's like fuuuuck

especially considering takane and azami's conversation in the daze, where takane is so opposite to azami. azami creates the never ending world because she never wants her family to die, and tells takane she can come back to the real world but there will be nothing there for her and takane says that's okay. I'll make a place for myself, alone or not. ough

DON'T EVEN PLAY WITH ME TV TROPES I THOUGHT I WAS REACHING WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

[fluentisonus]

working in a factory has you thinking so much about the insane chain of labor & transport that goes into making literally anything

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There's nothing he can't do. Yet.

(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)