#cast aside

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Blessed are the Obedient

Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he. — Proverbs 29:18 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Exodus 32:25; 1 Samuel 3:1; Psalm 1:1-2; Psalm 19:11; Psalm 74:9; John 13:17

[howifeltabouthim]

Whitney didn't want to stop being a marvel, to go from being a precious thing to a ruined woman.

Laura Hankin, from Happy & You Know It

[nellasbookplanet]

Every time a critrole cast member gets blindsided by their character catching romantic feelings the funnier it gets. Taliesin 'my character is irredeemable and will never be happy' veering straight into 'actually he's in love and will get a happy ending whether he wants to or not'. Liam entering c2 set on no romance only for Caleb to fall hopelessly and uselessly in love with first Jester and then Essek. Marisha being set on Beau being a fuckboy with zero attachments only for her to start falling for Yasha in literally the first episode and going on to develop a crush on Jester as well. Ashley creating a character in mourning with zero thoughts on romance who falls SO HARD for Beau. Travis KNOWING going in that Laura would try to romance him, set on not letting her succeed, and then falling headfirst for it anyway. Marisha and Laura both entering c3 like 'best friends!!' only to, at almost the same time, go *surprised pikachu face* 'why am I experiencing jealousy???'

Never change guys

[wolfienation]

the lack of implications behind alicent being outside the keep is sooo interesting to me. like she just went because she wanted to. she wanted to go for a stroll through the kingswood so she did. she camped in the kingswood because she wanted too. she went for a swim because she wanted to. she wanted too. she wanted too.

and when was the last time alicent has ever done something for no other reason than her simply wanting to.

[boar-cry]

Gear Station is not haunted. No, Gear Station is alive and well.

A bit of an explanation below the cut:

I had this idea at the end of September, and it has had me in a death grip ever since.

I've always had a fascination with stories about haunted houses, of which aren't haunted by ghosts or demons or monsters, but are instead deemed haunted because the House itself is Alive. The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, Anatomy by KittyHorrorShow, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, just to name a few.

But after a while, it got me thinking; if a House could be Haunted, then what else could? What about other feats of architecture? How about ships or stations?

And if Houses learn to hate because they are abandoned by humanity, can other places learn to love because they are loved by humanity?

Anyways, this is a very VERY long-winded way to say that two of my special interests have combined into the idea of Gear Station itself being Alive and watching over the twins and its other inhabitants. Hopefully nothing bad happens after realizing an eldritch Being is possessing your workplace, and I hope nothing bad further happens after realizing it Knows you! 🫶 surely nothing can go wrong!

[lyinginthesnow]

thinking abt that line in dundee when logan says shiv makes boogie men out of the clothes she dumps on her bedroom floor. always has.

[books-and-dragons]

the trailer came in SWINGING

so in the trailer, the statue percy is looking at, the one he's considering as the 'statue that speaks most to you' is perseus, his namesake

this series is going to end us with its references and clever analogies, and we're going to thank them for it

[grinsgrimmy]

Ａ Ｇ Ａ Ｉ Ｎ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO REJECT MY OBSESSIVE EX-HUSBAND

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (2064 words)

sum. ciel, haunted by the regret of his past life where he failed to love you, he showered you with affection in the second life, wanting you back.

ㅤㅤ like ciel? check out ciel/reader/jace drabble .

note : spoilers to the novel if you squint

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“wife.”

ciel purred. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, a serene and affectionate smile gracing his often cold face.

his nose pressed against the crook of your neck, you could feel him planting several kisses along your shoulder— as if he were worshipping you.

breathless his eyes gazed back at yours, sparkling with adoration. “talk to me, wife,” ciel pleaded gently, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek.

you could only remain silent, flustered. though a part of your being hated him to the core, you could not help but melt into his affections.

you refused to give him any ounce of reaction that could feed his excitement.

ciel was intentionally doing this. barging into your bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for your attention and guiding. when you refused, he opted to drown you in his affections, hoping to chop down that guard you put up.

there was an incredibly good reason why you refused to open up to him. even ciel respected that choice you made because he was aware of it himself.

in your previous lives, he never did love you the way he did in your second life. before, he was reserved, stern, and cold. he was flawed in many ways. he was restricted from loving you due to his circumstances.

though he loved you all the same and more when he lost you.

life really showed him how much he took you for granted when you were killed by a monster that one day. ciel could remember it clearly, haunted by it that memory.

ciel was not a part of that mission when you had profusely asked him to. he reluctantly had to refuse you since he was busy with other matters, unfortunately.

but how much he regretted refusing you that day.

everyone in your team returned safe. except you.

you, who was killed brutally by a monster after recklessly deciding to risk your life for another guide. the team came home with the devastating news that soon reached his ears.

the team did not bother to recover your body. they gave an excuse that your body was not recoverable. ciel refused to believe that.

he burnt down the entire building into ashes that day, out of grief and terror, killing himself and everyone in it.

when he woke up, he returned to his world. his original world. and in the past too.

regardless, he vowed to love you again if he found you in his second life. he thought he needed to go back to the other world to find you.

to his luck, you reincarnated into his world. it did not take him long to trace you.

how did he know?

ciel remembered you, you every being. from your expressions to the way you move, to your preferences, to your scent, the way your guiding feels— everything.

he is obsessed with everything about you.

at first, the reincarnated you gave tiny signs. you had expressions and a pattern of speaking similar to the past you, ciel noticed. then, it went to your talents and skills. eerily similar to you.

then, he was blessed to receive your guiding.

your guiding.

one of the reasons why he felt incredibly blessed to have met you, to have you as his only guide. undenying pleasure and comfort. that was what your guide did to him.

you became his home. his home that he took for granted. his home that he should have shown love despite his restrictions.

when ciel felt your reincarnated self's guiding, he knew it was you. his wife. his dearest wife.

as if the hollow soul of his was resorted, your guiding washed over him like the gentlest of waves.

he clung onto you ever since then, following you like a lost puppy. you never gave any confirmation that you were his wife from his former life, but he does not need any vocal confirmation from you.

your guiding proved everything to him. you two are still linked, even after death.

you refused to open up to him. he understood why. he was never a good partner, or a good husband to you.

ciel was utmost cold to you, to everyone.

though no words could excuse his actions, but his coldness stemmed from the fact that he was taken from his real home and was forced to become a lab experiment and soldier due to how strong he was as an esper.

he could not show his emotions.

you could be in danger because of it.

you were, in every way, his weakness. his only weakness.

you died before he could even show you an ounce of his true feelings.

regardless, that was his regret. his only regret. never loving you the way you deserved.

therefore, he wishes to love you properly then. with you in this world with him. no one to force him around, no city to save— he could focus on you and solely you.

but you refused him. for months.

ciel refused to give up.

you were guarded, only to him. the unspoken pain clung onto you, the one that was haunted by the past. the one that made you incredibly wary of him, unable to trust him.

since in two of yours' first lives, you gave him the world.

ciel did not return it back then. he could not either way.

but he wished to give you the world now.

he longed for you.

with your every denial, rejection, and refusal, it only deepened his longing. it stirred the fierce and fiery need within him to protect you and to make amends for all those moments he had failed and disappointed you.

even if it takes years. or the next life.

he wishes to love you just as you loved him back then.

ciel began to grow desperate— obsessed. he used any means within his power to string you back to him.

he is a duke in his world. he had every power to create a lot of obstacles within your life that could end you back to him.

was he crazy for this? absolutely.

but ciel never saw it as something incredibly wrong when all he wanted to do was worship the ground you walked on.

he showered you with gifts—anything your heart desires, he could send it to your front door in a matter of seconds if he could.

anything.

but ciel never got mad over your wary heart. only hurt. disappointed, but he respected it. wholeheartedly.

in a way, he knew he deserved it.

ciel should have, at least, shown you how much he truly loved you back then. but he was a coward, until the end.

he was not going to give up on the opportunity anymore. even if he was going to be called insane, obsessed, and crazy by you. he would not stop.

ciel knew your heart beat the same speed as his whenever you two were together.

he knew, deep down, you still loved him despite everything.

because it is you. the sweet person that you are. a woman he never deserved, but his lives were blessed for him to meet you. to have you.

“i love you,” ciel whispered lovingly into your ear. a giddish grin on his lips, his cheeks flushed red as he continued to plant kisses all over your neck, hoping you would react.

you did not budge. you refuse to.

but your heart skipped a beat when he proclaimed his love to you.

until he decided to whisper into your ear, “wife, i love you, truly,” he repeated again, kissing your jawline, reverring in your warmth.

you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your back, the rhythm mirroring the emotions he was expressing. each of his words was a thread woven with vulnerability, regret, and a depth of longing that surpassed lifetimes.

he held you close to himself. “i will love you now,” he muttered weakly, gritting his teeth. “as i now have a chance to love you freely without any shackles,” his saddened yet loving eyes slowly met yours.

“even if it takes another lifetime for you to forgive me, i will love you until the next,” a promise that transcends the universe.

he hoped to peel the layers of past misunderstandings, showing the aching remorse he harboured deep within since his first life.

your chest clenched. you knew what he said was genuine. his eyes said it all.

you had spent a few years since you got reincarnated to nurse the wounds of an unreturned love from your past life— only for the man who caused it to return to you, holding you like a lifeline amidst a storm.

the memories, the loneliness, and the betrayal lingered, holding you back like invisible chains. but yet, you ended up accepting his love.

he pressed desperate kisses onto your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then your forehead, but he never leaned to your lips.

he knew that needed to be earned.

ciel wanted to earn it.

ciel let out a shaky sigh, resting his forehead on the back of your head. he was falling apart at the seams.

a part of him wished you never remembered your shared past life. he wanted to sweep you away and begin a fresh new start with you.

but that would be absolutely selfish of him.

he would have never redeemed himself if so.

“i'll never let you go again,” he vowed, kissing the top of your head. “i'll wait for you, i swear,” he left a sloppy kiss on your neck, desperate. he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he gripped onto you.

you never gave him an answer; you could not.

your heart thundered painfully in your chest. you were torn between the past and present. you yearned to lean on him, to believe things could truly be different as he promised.

but your memories of your unreturned love held you back.

“i can't undo the past,” ciel muttered brokenly, grasping onto you as if you would disappear if he let go. “but i want to show you the love you deserved now and then,” he murmured quietly with honesty.

for the first time, it was you who looked at him, letting his words sink in. his eyes were shimmering, no longer cold and dead as you once knew. the sincerity, it was almost overwhelming.

ciel was different.

you could feel the weight of his regret, the depth of his untold love, and the weakness he had solely for you. all bare and vulnerable.

slowly but surely, your hand rested on top of his—

contact guiding.

you willingly gave it.

you willingly gave your guiding to him.

ciel gasped, his cheeks immediately flushed red as he choked up in pleasure at the overwhelming comfort of the feeling.

his heartbeat increased, and his hands moved from your waist to grip yours. his longing eyes, filled with love, met yours. “m, may i?” ciel choked out, his entire face decorated with a bright colour of red.

you knew what he meant.

despite the shackles of the past, you nodded. you allowed him.

because in the end, no matter what he did, you still love him so. you were a fool like that.

at your nod, ciel quickly grabbed you by your hips to turn you around. his hands gently yet urgently cup your cheeks.

his eyes scanned your face, as if searching for hesistance, any ounce of rejection— there were none.

he dived down to your lips, locking his with yours. the kiss was tender, as if ciel was pouring every lifetime's worth of regret and love into it.

his lips trembled against yours, fearing you would pull away out of regret. he held you close, his touch spreading a gentle warmth through you.

you tried pulling away from the kiss, but he dived back down to your lips. he intertwined your fingers with his.

the chains of the past, one by one, were beginning to lift, replacing that guarded heart of yours with hope of something new.

you could never forget the past, but maybe.

maybe he could be the partner you had dreamt of him to be.

that night, he whispered words of love and devotion into the quiet night that belonged to both of you.

you allowed yourself to love again. in his arms.

and for ciel, maybe one day you will say you life him again.

he awaits for that day.

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[viveela]

I'm curious about your Lucifer design, I'd love to read notes about it 👀

Thanks for asking! I actually would love to talk about it, I can include my concept art as well:

My thought process is I see all angels using birds as their basis for their comprehendible forms! So his is meant to play off a cockatiel since his cheeks and hair already remind me of one! I pushed that further with the tailcoat looking like feathers, giving him more feathery hair, and his mouth having curvature similar to a beak

But also I see him being visually stuck as a snake as a punishment for what he did before becoming fallen, a reminder of what he's done and why he's where he is now...so the two features mix into his look! His face and body have scales, his eyes are more narrow, and his coat's hood is meant to look similar to the one of a snake as well

As for the colors I wanted to go little further with it! I felt it'd make sense if he was more cream and brownish red to symbolize being the one to cause the 'bite of the forbidden fruit' aka 'the apple'. When apples are bitten and left alone they oxidize, so I took inspiration from that for the changes. Meanwhile his staff is a literal depiction of this act, his colors a more subtle one, it's all tied together ^^

[iaf]

JW: Chaos Theory Spoilers

"You knew Brooklynn was alive and you didn't tell us!?"

Is this anything? Anything at all??

[asurrogateblog]

I think we need to take a page from the fleetwood mac fans and re-sensitize ourselves to how crazy it is to write songs about your breakup while the breakup is happening in a band with the person who you're breaking up with and then performing said breakup songs with said person

[foolsocracy]

oh death of a prince

[uncanny-tranny]

The absolute biggest thing I've learned as a trans guy: there is nothing more masculine and manly than not caring about looking or acting masculine or manly. Growing your masculinity or manhood takes time and care - you have no obligation to let the world water your garden when you can do that just fine (and you can, even if it doesn't feel like you can!)

[saturnisaroace]

EAT. please!

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[goddesspharo]

Trinity Rodman saving the day with an extra time goal in USA vs Japan - 08.03.24

[softiedingo]

I would EASILY join the dark side for this man and would be capable of doing the craziest things if he asked me to