#IM GOING FERAL OVER HERE

[gildedmouths]

call of duty fanfic ideas so i can have something to go off of, I will most likely write all of these but if you do write em, please link em to me I want to read them. in the mean time I'm writing all of these in one massive fucking file, and constantly adding bits and pieces in various orders bc I can never write a plot in order

the whole 'keep your dog on a leash line', soap's POV, starts to view Ghost in a new light, constantly feels eyes burning on the back of neck line, realizes he's truly watching over him. Ghost has never felt more purpose in his life

Ghost feeling like more of a gun than a man, this will probably be extremely angsty, way too wordy and go into Ghost's psyche and how he's not deserving of anything good in his life. Especially not Soap. He pushes and pushes, until Soap can't fucking stand him. They may or may not end up together at the end I can't decide.

This is mostly a scene I want to insert into another fic: but Alejandro explaining who Santa Muerte is to Soap and Ghost, and Ghost secretly admiring her deeply. He found a small figure of hers and keeps it on him at all times after that.

Ghost finally realizing that he in fact does love Soap, realizing Soap is his sun, he's the thing keeping him out of the darkness, Ghost worshipping and thanking Soap sort of ideas.

Ghost secretly has his own journal, if anyone sees it he just grumbles something about field notes, but it's actually his bad poetry notebook. he writes a lot about soap without realizing it's all about soap. eventually he realizes... soap shows him the secret pages he drew of ghost.

[existential-queeer]

In the trailer it looks like they're running to each other on the beach but in the teaser from weeks ago it looked like they were running to each other on the battlefield. I dont know which one we're getting but im vibrating out of my skin regardless

[twinksintrees]

every single 1989 vault track is about soukoku btw

[lover-of-mine]

Okay but Eddie is driving the ambulance, but the promo once they go through the doors, Chim and Hen are next to the gurney, is Eddie the one doing the CPR as they go through the doors???? Are we gonna get Eddie doing CPR on Buck???? Are we gonna have Eddie literally keeping Buck alive after watching Eddie lower Buck WITH A FUCKING RED STRING???????

[jamzaa]

just one of those days where id sell a kidney to play in a Curse of Strahd campaign :/

[girlstinksommelier]

Hhgguoough i can't stop thinking about being in someone's firm grip. I need a girl to hold me so tight it leaves marks, pin me down with their whole weight. 🥴

[lolli-says-stuff]

Oh god. Has someone written a dirty dancing au? Idrc about the ship. That’s a lie I want Dean to be baby and Cas to be Johnny.

[perpetuallyexhaustedlibrarian]

This is OFFICIAL ART?!?!

[stefisdoingthings]

guys... vash having a metal grate over his heart as a symbol of how emotionally unavailable and unwilling to trust truly he is....guys... metal grate over his heart symbolising he can't accept the love of others...guys.......

[theacebard]

None of these niceties.

[casualavocados]

Ai Di manhandling Chen Yi for @grapejuicegay (& me)

Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[heliacalrisings]

"No," Ephraim ground out the word harshly. He's sure of it now, this isn't the Demon King speaking but Lyon. His friend. He had seen that demon take Lyon's body too many times, felt the pinpricks in the back of his eyes when the possession took hold of him, and only his own emotions tore at him now.

Ephraim pulled back and clasped his hands to Lyon's shoulders, holding him there. "You were deceived and I failed to realize the pain you were in. I am the one who has been a terrible friend." He refused to cry, but the emotion kindled a fire in his eyes and manifested in the fierce grip he held Lyon with.

He had never come to terms with Lyon's death, had always found it easier to blame himself. And why not when he was the one responsible for the fall of Renais and the death of his father? What was one more sin to his pile?

"I lacked the foresight to see past my own ambitions and those I cared for most suffered for it. I am sorry, Lyon..." His voice cracked on the final words, as if he'd been waiting to tell Lyon that all these years.

old wounds and new beginnings

[anniversary 2024] axe +1

[grand-line-shenanigans]

And the dance floor is filling up with blood

But oh lord, you've never been so in love

[theloveinc]

act i scene i: older, childless, bachelor Barbarian!Bakugo finds you six months pregnant hiding in an empty stable during one of his clan raids--and instead of slaughtering you as a much younger him might've done...he throws you onto his cart of treasures and decides to take you home so he can start the family he never had with you and your child as his bride and baby.

[haintxblue]

idk man i read the ea robinson arthuriana poems a couple nights ago

yall know i hate lancelot i dont gotta linger on that ok fuck lancelot i despise the man but i have always had COMPLICATED GUINEVERE FEELINGS and boy does ea robinson *really fucking get it* on that score

"bought" the keyword here is bought

not seduced or charmed or loved or even won but BOUGHT, like property, because that is what you are, as the daughter of a king, you are just some token to be pawned around, some object for the furtherance of men's aims

and this is really the whole allure of courtly love as a myth to me: it's the inversion of power. by day you are property but to one man, even if he is pretending, even if it's a game, you have something like power.

(even her court and her servants are not truly in her power! they are in the king's! they hate and despise her!)

and who are we! are we so fucking arrogant! to condemn her! to condemn a woman who has been treated as property, for falling in love with a man who voluntarily makes himself a slave to her! her infidelity wasn't just for sex or even love! it was for some awful scrap of wretched secret power and agency for the first time in her godforsaken life where she is always perceived as an ideal object! what a fucking relief to command! what a fucking relief even to be cruel!

(this is all the eroticism and the emotionality of courtly love! this is what it is! all the yearning isn't just yearning for a person! of course a woman traded like a coin between kings yearns to have some man yield to her! and not just any man, but a man with power, a man with strength! and of course a man who has everything given to him, who is adored and idolized, who has to constantly epitomize strength and awful power, of course when he bends a knee it feels like buckling to a fucking relief! of course it does! this is why courtly love is just bdsm in a fancy coat! the relief of being cruel to one and of being soft to another! a feast of fucking crumbs to have nothing but the touch of a hand to look forward to when you have nothing else!)

and all those years of fucking guilt that she acted on her own need for agency and it wronged a man she couldn't even yet justifiably hate! because he was not cruel to her! he was kind to her! he loved her, imperfectly and terribly, because he is a man and a king and he does not know any other way to love! and so to choke on your own frantic desperation and pretend that it is gratitude! to feel guilt, when you betray that man!

he finds out - he is so angry that he tries to kill you, not just swiftly, but slowly and painfully. you are going to see the stake in front of you and the flames around you every day for the rest of your life. his actions are so base and cruel that the men he conscripts to guard your execution, men who love him, are disgusted and refuse to even arm themselves, and when your lover comes who has made himself a slave to you he strikes them down where they stand, all this senseless fucking death and bloodshed!

and you! are! relieved!

it is awful but how can she not be relieved? how can you not feel some fucking shred of relief that you have the justification of hatred now! how can you not sink into that disgust and hatred and embrace it!

and then this other man, this man you love, this man that has always been a slave to you, he, in all his more perfect, less unassailable, less qualified guilt - he in his more total sin, in his inexcusable betrayal, with a conscience more tormented than yours can ever be if you are honest to yourself - he looks on all this bloodshed and he is cold, and all he wants is peace, now. he sits in the consequences of all his willful wrongs and he loves you, but he only loves you imperfectly and terribly because that is the only way that a man can

and you, who have always been able to command this man unthinkingly - the only command you have ever had; the only agency and power you have ever had, yielded up to you voluntarily and therefore to be voluntarily removed - look at him growing cold and you throw yourself to your knees and you beg in the way he used to beg you, but it's not a game anymore

and now that you finally have the relief of hating your husband, your lover makes you into property again - sends you back to him again, a coin traded between men - and like a fucking knife, calls it freedom

in a few short years of having power, in some secret thing that was your entire life but was only a game, you had your brief life and now it is over. and what can you say?

you can say nothing. he already said it to you.

jesus christ.

[artisticxlly]

I can feel myself growing more and more fixated on Sachirou... Someone save me omg