#and then i woke up the next morning....

[jamescarstairs]

you know there's something wrong with me when i'm grateful work is getting me out of the house 😭

[evercelle]

i am not immune to saiharas new uncharacteristic eboy drip

[akelafang]

Au where Balinor lives, banishes Kilgharrah, but then Merlin has to smuggle him out of Camelot and he goes back on the run because despite him saving everyone he's still a dragonlord and Uther is going to Uther. Before he leaves Merlin tells him to at least stop by Ealdor and see his mum cause she still loves him and deserves to at least know he's still alive. Balinor does go to Ealdor but a mix of needing to hide due to being a wanted man and nerves over seeing Hunith again ends up with him hiding in her garden trying to work up the courage to knock on her door. Hunith, hearing a ruckus outside her house, goes to investigate, and when she sees a suspicious man hiding out in her garden she starts whacking him with a broom. Balinor calls out for her to stop, telling her it's him, and when she does the two actually see each other for the first time in so many years. For a while, they just stare at each other until Balinor speaks in a stunned breathless voice "Dear gods, you're as beautiful as the day I left." Hunith blinks and it registers that she's not imagining things, he's really there. She blushes slightly then whackes him over the head with her broom again. "You disappear for over 2 decades and that's what you have to say to me?!"

[softmangoes]

waxing and waning | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only | companion to 13 moons

you think they're dreams: the nights you are able to meet, the nights when he is able to walk through the veil like a gossamer curtain and haunt the streets of the town to beckon you closer, closer, closer. 

he can feel your disbelief arise when you touch him, your hands warm against his cool skin. 

"i don't know if this is real," you say, your breath like an ember at the hollow of his neck. 

"this is real," he answers, voice mournful. beneath the veneer of centuries upon centuries of separation, there is a flicker of recognition that he senses within you. you know him. you know this. you remember, right? you must. "as real as the tide. as real as each breaking wave that kisses your feet." 

he kisses you. trails his lips and hands along your jaw and your neck in a delicious descent that feels akin to a plea.

your breath hitches when he cups your hips and dips his head between your legs. his tongue is long and he has missed the way his mouth makes you writhe, makes you clench your thighs out of need for more. and you always want more, droplet. your desire pierces the air, coats his tongue, slicks your skin with a light sheen that makes you glisten in the glow of his presence. 

he leaves you wanting. the wraith has known you for far longer than the years you have lived this lifetime. he knows how your body responds to the pleasures of the flesh: it is the same way no matter the vessel your soul has chosen for shelter. each time you are just about to crest, he pulls away - not far, but just enough to make you tangle your fingers in his hair and whine. 

"please," you say, the sharp exhalation fogging the air. 

"as you wish." his fingers press deeper into your skin as his tentacles coil around your trembling body.

this is the moment when you say his name - not the title taken from the legends about the lake or the hushed whispers said with widened eyes in the firelight - but the name as you knew him, as you loved him all those lifetimes ago. 

he doesn't know what hurts more: the absence of your memory or its temporary recollection. both are worthy of grief, but the pain lances through him in different ways. there is either the ache of longing or the dread of knowing that the night will end and the slate will once again be wiped clean. 

"it's you," you say, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. your warmth fills the cold damp of the ruin as you push yourself up to caress his face. "they...changed you." 

without fail, you always mention the ritual. it was the day they tore you away from his arms and stripped him of everything he was. the cell was cold. damp. even now, he could remember his own screams rip through the air.

"are you afraid?" his eyes avert from yours, hesitant. he must ask this every time out of fear that the answer will be different. one day, you will want to look away, he is sure of it. 

but what happens next is always the same. 

"never." several emotions flit within your eyes: anger, grief, an ache reflected back. they are always the same, your eyes. they are how he determines whether or not it's really you. 

you guide him onto the bed of woven reeds. the first time you had ever kissed him in your new body, tears ran down his cheeks. now, he wraps his hands around your waist and makes a sound like a gasp when you meet his lips. 

the legends about the lake tell of a monster that lives within its depths: a nightmare unlike anything else, a beast, a demon with a maw that hungers for more and more. 

over the years, many have tried to exorcise him from this realm. hells, some have almost succeeded to cut the tether anchoring him here. and after all those attempts, he exacted horrors that made him worthy of his title as a terror. the wraith has rended flesh from muscle, crushed limbs within the grasp of his tentacles, watched with eternal patience for the bubbling screams to cease.

but in all those years, you are the only being that has ever felled him.

when you kiss his neck this time, it is not with the empty hunger of a distant dream but rather a desperation amplified by countless lifetimes spent apart. ah, droplet - you will never truly be apart from him. he would sooner split the sky. 

"i love you," you murmur. he cannot bruise, but he can feel the remnants of your teeth and mouth like a hot streak along his collarbone. 

your eyes close when you finally take him. since his transformation, his length has...increased. at first, he was worried you wouldn't acclimate well to the change, but right now you fuck him inside of you with only your hitched breaths giving any indication of your strain. could he expect any different? you had always been ambitious.

"you are mine," you say, opening your eyes to reveal them glazed with pleasure. "always." 

"i am yours," he echoes. the tendrils, so cool and soft, caress your body gently. it is only for you that he retracts the thousands of tiny teeth back into the gelatinous flesh. it is only with you that he becomes less of a monster and more of the long-gone mortal that only ever desired your touch. "forever." 

the wraith has many hands and so many limbs. he uses them all to coax all manner of sounds from your sweet mouth. the ruins are lonely, so silent when you are gone. it is important to take advantage of the time he has to hear your song. 

you say his name again. this time, it sounds like a sigh of relief, of centuries peeling away until only this very moment remains. his name is a prayer in your mouth, a light in the dark, the last remaining braid of fate binding him to the fleeting remnants of his own humanity. 

the wraith takes his time to lay you back on the reeds. the unholy transformation has granted him many horrible gifts, but the one he has grown to be grateful for is his never-ending stamina. he will ruin you until you have no choice but to remember, to stay within the confines of your shared memories. with each forbidden tryst, the specter knows he grows closer to having you completely.

when you take his fingers into your mouth, memories surface: you mewling quietly in his embrace as he rocked his hips against yours just mere feet away from the labyrinthine rows of the busy archives. your tongue was so hot against his fingertips. even now, he could remember the way your legs trembled as he whispered his adoration into the shell of your ear. 

"there is only this," he says, wrapping spectral tendrils around your soul. in this form, he can tear a rift in this world. during the blood moon, he can work to make you his. "there is only us." 

when he comes, he whispers your name against your lips. it is your name as he knew you. the same name as he loved you. 

moments later, the both of you lie breathless on the reeds. he wove them tightly just the way that you taught him how all the lives ago so that they are soft and supple against your bare skin. 

"i remember," you say, looking into eyes like two endless skies. "every life and every time you found me." there is a pause. "the dawn will wash it all away." it is not a question, but a certainty.

"yes." his voice is hollow, already mourning the coming sunrise. a body can only hold so many lives and within your soul there are countless, after all. at the end of each blood moon, the world must reset to maintain the balance of all things. 

but the wraith is no mere thing: he is an anomaly, an abomination, a weight to tip the scale of existence in his favor. a monster, through and through.

one day, the moon will bathe the sky in blood and it will not set. then, droplet, he will have you. he will make sure of it.

[myokk]

fast sketch for today💓💓

[sergle]

I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..

WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.

[lovexmemonster]

My uzi interpretation !!

[athena-xiii]

“I’m a little sleepy, I’ll just lay down for a little bit”

Literally me two minutes later:

[sun-e-chips]

Late night magma with @muzzlemouths!

^ dead mall dare au moon leaning on the movie projector in Waning Lights theater (probably just after he had to mess around and fix the worn thing).

Can you guess what movie is playing?

[neallo]

near deathnote despite his limited mobility / physical strength is nonetheless about to carry me through this week. he's my everything

[blue-thief]

grim getting subbed out for kurona..... kaiser and ness are on their own........ please break up please break up please brea

[glassedplanets]

i think i'll kill some time and have you done medium-rare

[it-came-autumnally]

mizuki 5 rambles/reactions under the cut

so! full disclosure. yes I did get spoiled as I usually do but as a result when I was reading I was just in shambles at some lines. In particular:

TL Credit: Puroeng, on YT (Ch 1 and Ch3)

like man. they all tried so hard. despite her fears mizuki really, truly, wanted to do this herself. rui wished for it. meiko stopped kaito for it. and she got so close too!!!!!!!! and yet in the end what foils it all is mizuki rejecting ena's help (in searching for the nurse). there is something so poetically cruel there

TL Credit: pingudrum8661 (Doc)

and these too….. pain. mizuki wants so so so badly to stay with everyone. I know she says something similar in previous events but it just stings every time it comes up. and then ena's comment about the "what's about to happen" vibe… well!!!! something not good!!!!!

and it's so so evil how they flash through all of their old memories and that's evil on its own. but it ends with ena's untrained for mizu2, only to show the untrained for mizu5 right after; of course everything about that is intentional. look at them side by side:

both of these moments take place on the same rooftop, at the same time of day. both of them irrevocably affect mizuki, but in completely different ways -- ena on the rooftop looks like this. ena on the rooftop looks like that. they're both ena on the rooftop, but everything is different. we've come full circle, but in a way that is for the worse.

finally there's the hallway scene... the VAs were not kidding with their comments. they really did go all out and it completely made my heart sink to see mizuki purposefully escape ena's grasp, leaving her to run and ena to fall down while they both cried

pingudrum8661 (Doc) // discord screenshot is my live reaction

god. what an event. i am more than used to cliffhangers (trails fan) but this was! a way to end!!!! HELLO!!

[active-mind-15]

Another baby Akashi scenario I just thought of

Imagine the first time he ever loses a tooth. I bet when he feels it wobble for the first time, he goes to tell his mother, who then tells him about the tooth fairy and how when his tooth comes out, he should leave it under his pillow, and then when he wakes up the next day, there will be money.

Masaomi later expresses his disapproval to Shiori privately because the tooth fairy is just "fairytale nonsense", but she is adamant about letting their son believe in it because he already doesn't get much time to be a kid as is.

For the next few days, baby Akashi constantly jiggled his tooth back and forth to see if it would come out, and his father had to tell him to leave his tooth alone multiple times. It isn't until one day during dinner time, baby Akashi is eating, and while he's chewing something, he feels a weird tugging sensation and then he opens his mouth and pulls out his tooth.

He drops everything to run over to his parents' chairs and announce that his tooth finally came loose, and Shiori reminds him to put it under his pillow that night while Masaomi just looks on in skepticism. He seems about ready to say that the tooth fairy doesn't exist, but then he looks at how excited his son is and ultimately can't bring himself to do it, so he says nothing instead.

The next morning, when baby Akashi runs out of his room to tell his parents that the tooth fairy left him a 1000 yen bill, Shiori glances toward her husband and gives him a knowing smile. Masaomi pointedly avoids her eyes and continues pretending to read his newspaper.

[bootyrockincowgirl420]

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[pareidolla]

hehe. friends