#destroyer of worlds and soft hearts

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Burning Spice x reader with their newborn baby :3

Warning: Mentions of being post-partum, after birth, that stuff. Also, sorry if I write him wrong, I just finished playing the story!

It had been a long 9 months, and what felt like an even longer 15 hours. The wild spice tribe leaders were rushing to and fro on Burning Spice Cookie’s orders to get you cleaned up, healed, fed, given drink, etc. The cotton bedding you laid on was replaced with a clean one, you were panting with a sore throat and tear stained faced…but you were happy.

You were happy, because in your arms wrapped in a bundle of soft blankets was a tiny extension of both you and your husband. Your darling beast had been so gentle with you through your pregnancy, and you chuckled a bit seeing him be so nervous to touch you or the child you both had made. The baby had your dough, your hair, but also had his blazing red eyes that you adored so much. It looked like the perfect mixture of the two of you.

You looked at Burning Spice and motioned for him to come closer. He did, moving up right next to you, he was even careful with that.

“Come on now, don’t you want to hold them?” You asked, tired but still playful.

“Yes, but I can so easily break them. I don’t want to hurt them.” He spoke.

“And you won’t, I know you won’t. Come now, they wanna be held by their precious papa.” You snickered.

You carefully held your child up to him, Burning Spice Cookie while hesitant, took the child into his arms. Holding them close to his chest and cradling their head. Your child yawned and opened their eyes, looking at him and then…they smiled. At that your husband started to cry, this big man of destruction, known to laugh at people’s suffering…was crying over his newborn baby. That brought a smile and a laugh.

Your baby gripped his finger and bit it; Burning Spice laughed through his tears and nuzzled his child. That brought more tears to you, but they were tears of joy at seeing your husband absolutely adore his child. He sat on the new cotton bedding next to you, cradling the baby with one arm and holding you close with the other. He kissed your head and then your lips.

“My dear spice, you’re stronger than any cookie I know. And look, you given me a beautiful and clearly powerful heir. I swear on my soul jam that nothing will destroy what is mine.”

That made your heart so fast, you rested your head on his shoulder and cuddled him. He moved the baby to rest on the both of you. Your Great Destroyer just promised not to let anything harm you or his child. Now THAT’S something to get out of him.

As for Burning Spice Cookie, he felt something in his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time. A true, happy, CHANGE to his life. And he had no intention to ever let it go. You and his child were his world now. A world he will do anything to protect…including destroy a few kingdoms for.

[stollengoods]

Chapter 1

Your Love is My Drug

Nam-gyu x fem! Reader

Warnings: drugs, cursing, and slight pda

Summary: Thanos wants you to join their team, Nam-gyu could care less until he finds out that you’re not how you appear to be…

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“Hello, Señorita~”

You turned around, your heart hammering in your chest. Sincerely hoping the person speaking wasn’t talking to you.

A tall man had approached you, his hair a vibrant shade of purple.

‘Fuck’ you thought.

“How are you, sweetheart ?” His face softened giving you a small smile.

You gave him the best smile you could muster given the circumstances.

“I’m fine.” You manage to squeak out. God if your face wasn’t fire engine red right now.

“Dude, c’mon.” A slender man appeared next to him, his eyes slid towards you for a brief moment, with a sigh he continued, “We already have enough females on our team.”

The purple haired man scoffed before looking at him, “We have one.”

“Exactly. One too many.” He glared at you, “She’s too soft anyways I can sense it. Like the Pillsbury Doughboy, you touch his stomach and he laughs.”

His friend blinked his eyes rapidly, “Bro what the fuck are you saying ?”

You smiled, letting out a small giggle.

“See what’d I’d tell you ?”

The purple haired guy rolled his eyes and looked back at you, “Nice to meet you I’m Thanos, the destroyer of worlds, and you Ms. ?”

He stretched out a hand with rainbow colored finger nails, you shook it rather quickly. “I’m y/n…”

Out of the corner of your eye, the greasy haired man was starring at you again, but mainly at your chest.

“-And I’m Nam-gyu.” You thought he was reaching out a hand for you to shake as well but instead his hand made contact with your heart shaped locket.

You froze, his face a near few inches from yours now. Your eyes on his as his finger nails traced the shape of the locket.

“Whatcha got here ?” His voice was low and you hadn’t realized you were holding your breathe until you tried answering him but nothing came out.

Thanos placed a hand on his shoulder and Nam-gyu crept back, smiling sheepishly as the locket slipped through his fingers settling between your breast again.

Still from a bit of shock from someone invading your personal space you couldn’t think of anything to say, mindlessly your fingers opened the clasp to your locket and showed them what’s inside.

For some reason you wanted to show that you weren’t a weakling like Nam-gyu was taking you for and the other part was to lowkey impress them.

They both looked at each other, Nam-gyu practically salivating and Thanos with his eyebrows raised.

Looking back at the locket Thanos replied “I think I’m in love.” While reaching into his jacket and pulling out his own cross shaped locket and popping it open.

You smiled at each other, then you closed your clasp facing Nam-gyu.

“You’re right, I’m waaayy to mellow for you guys-“

Nam-gyu touched your shoulder, giving you a half assed smile, “Oh c’mon I was joking. Girls can take jokes right ?”

Thanos side eyed his friend.

“Please stop touching me.” You monotoned, shrugging off his hand.

Thanos chuckled, “Welcome to the Thanos world my friend.” His deep voice was cheerful and inviting as you guys fist bumped.

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You sat next to Semi on Thanos’ bed with Thanos at the edge of the bed in front of you guys. Min-su and Nam-gyu sat on the stairs next to you guys.

Thanos made you guys go around saying what your name was, where you were from, and how old you all were. “Team building exercises” he called them.

“Bro this is laaame.” Nam-gyu complained.

“We need our teamwork tight, if we plan on making it to the end of this.”

“Ughhh.” Nam-gyu rolled his eyes, “This sounds like an AA meeting-“

“You would know.” Semi retorted under her breathe.

Nam-gyu’s eyes narrowed, “What’d you say you lil bitch ?”

Your face grew hot from their little confrontation but Thanos shut it down quickly.

“Nam-gyu.” He warned.

“Dude she started it !”

Semi laughed, “You sound like such a child.”

You could see Thanos rub a hand down his face in frustration.

“Enough. Both of you.” His deep voice turned stern, silencing any retort Nam-gyu was fixing to throw her way.

Just then the speakers went off telling the players the next game would be starting in 10 minutes.

Nam-gyu smiled giving Thanos a knowing look as he opened up his cross.

“Oh god, c’mon Min-su.” Semi said, getting up from the bed grabbing his hand, she turned around suggesting that you could go with them.

“I’m fine.” You replied to her with a shy smile. She returned it giving you a slight bow before they walked off.

“More for us.” Nam-gyu squealed as he greedily took the pill Thanos gave him.

“What is it ?” You asked Thanos.

His eyes lit up with amusement, how could such a shy sweet girl like you do hard core drugs like them ?

“To be honest, I’m not even completely sure myself.” He popped one into his mouth, before quickly swallowing it. “But if I had to compare it to anything, it’s like a mix of adderall with ecstasy.”

You felt your insides bubble with excitement, your drug of choice was cocaine so this was perfect for you.

“Can I try one ?”

The amusement in his eyes was replaced with uncertainty.

You took out a pill from your locket, “I’ll trade you. It’s cocaine, works like a charm, I promise.”

“I don’t know…” Thanos looked concerned.

Nan-gyu tried holding back his laughter, “See even you think she can’t handle it. She’s weak.” He spat.

Thanos punched Nam-gyu in the thigh, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Ahh shit.” Nam-gyu cursed under his breathe rubbing his leg. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think your weak y/n-“

“I know it’s fine.” You were embarrassed as hell and just wanted to change the awkward tension in the room.

Nam-gyu reached over and took a pill from Thanos before settling next to you.

“You little junkie-“ Thanos sat up reaching over to take his pill back.

“Hey ! It’s for y/n, chill out.”

You sharply inhaled, your shoulders practically touching his.

Nam-gyu tilts his head to the side, “Are you sure you can handle this y/n ?”

He’s testing you, that little shit. You can’t back out now, not that you wanted to.

You nodded your head.

His eyebrows shot up for a second, he was challenging you. “Okay say ‘ahhh’.”

God you wanted to slap that goofy ass grin off his face. Instead you inch your face closer to his, laying your hand on top of his thigh for better support, you open your mouth sticking out your tongue blinking up at him innocently waiting for him to feed it to you.

His eyes looked down at your hand placement for a split second as he shifted himself.

You could almost laugh at the way his face immediately changed, clearing his throat he placed the pill on your tongue.

You maintained eye contact with him as you chewed the pill and then swallowed it.

You removed your hand from his leg, and turned your attention back to Thanos who was smirking watching you two.

“Mmm, I love it !” You exclaimed already feeling the effects start to build up in your system. “It taste like cherry.”

“Will the players please line up, the next game is about to start.” The speakers cackled.

The fun was about to began.

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(A/N): I’m so excited to write this fic, I hope you all enjoy it !!

[lychee-angelica]

The Venus Nakshatras 🍓

Bharani, Purva Phalguni, Purva Ashadha

Hi all, I've been gone for sometime now but I thought I may as well post something from my drafts. Hope you all enjoy! 💕

Sukra (Venus) ♀

Sukra is the Hindu God who is known as planet Venus. He not only rules over the signs of Taurus and Libra, but also the nakshatras; Bharani, Purva Phalguni and Purva Ashadha. The word Sukra translates to 'bright' or 'clear', as Venus is literally the most visible planet during night fall, bright, glimmering and illuminated. For this reason planet Sukra indicates all that we desire in life; wealth, material pleasure, love, relationships, beauty and art. All that Venus represents is inherently feminine, beautiful and attractive to us.

Sukra's rulership over Taurus and Libra expresses his desirability in two very keystone ways. Taurus indicates materialism, wealth and sensuality. Whereas Libra indicates love, balance, relationships and beauty. On the other hand, the Venus ruled Nakshatras divide themselves into a more in-depth understanding of Venus.

Sukra was entwined within the two worlds of the Devas and Asuras (Gods and Demons). He was considered the Guru of the Asuras (Teacher of the Demons), yet held strong relations with the Devas, specifically Lord Shiva (The Destroyer).

As Venus represents all that we could desire in life, he therefore is who naturally inspires demonic energy. Although being considered a planet rich in positive and beneficial qualities himself, the negative side of Sukra relates to such sayings as; Desire is the root of suffering or Beauty is pain. Venus is inherently situated on this polarity. All the things that Sukra represents has potential to bring out the worst in an individual, it is important that we don't ignore this fact, rather than simply become mesmerised by his immense beauty and desirability.

One story told depicts Sukra residing within the stomach of Lord Shiva (The Destroyer), meditating for a thousand years. Sukra was later ejected out into the world by the force of Lord Shiva.

Unbeknownst to me as to how Sukra ended up in the pit of Shiva's stomach, I find this story deeply symbolic of Venus. Sukra did not experience this grant of emission into the world by any such Deva, it was Shiva, God of Destruction. This is why the Venus Nakshatras embody fierceness, rather than a quality rooted in tenderness or softness. Ejection is an act that is forceful in nature too, solidifying our understanding that Venus has some inherent magnetism and strength.

Fire and Fierceness

All of the Venus Nakshatras are considered to possess a fierce quality. Fierceness carries with it themes of destruction, fire and confrontations. Fittingly, these nakshatras are all located within the heart of the fire signs, Aries, Sagittarius and Leo. Fire signs are of course the most passionate, intense and energetic celestial locations of the zodiac.

🍷 Bharani Nakshatra

Sign: Aries, Symbol: Vulva, Deity: Yama (God of death)

Bharani is the most intense of the Venus Nakshatras, unsurprisingly so, as Aries being ruled by Mars garners the most potent manifestation of the fire signs. The word Bharani translates to "bearing children", indicating that this nakshatra is that of heaviness, suffering, beauty, transformation and fertility. Understanding this, the symbol of a vulva representing Bharani is needless to say relating to very similar themes, yet additionally, apparent feminine sexual potency.

Yama (God of Death) ruling over this nakshatra deepens the relations Bharani holds with transformation and depth. This nakshatra is intense and fear inducing - beyond what can be comprehensively measured. Bharani resembles best the polarity of life and death, mortality is what essentially ignites our carnal motive to create life.

🍷 Purva Phalguni Nakshatra

Sign: Leo, Symbol: Bed, Deity: Bhaga (God of Love and Marriage)

The word Purva Phalguni translates to "the first reddish lady". The term reddish lady simply means a fertile woman. It is a given that Purva Phalguni nakshatra relates immensely to sexual and romantic pleasures. Considering this nakshatra is the first sequence of 'Phalguni', it carries with it an initiating tone - both inviting and alluring. As Purva Phalguni is symbolised by a bed, this nakshatra deepens it's roots within the realms of sexual pleasure and recreation. Beds are also associated with structure and stability, being which a small key when understanding the nature of Purva Phalguni.

Bhaga (God of Love and Marriage) ruling over this nakshatra deepens it's ties with not only the pleasure received by the outcome of love, but also commitment. All that love has to offer within committed relationships is inherently of the purpose to be stable and abundantly pleasurable.

🍷 Purva Ashadha Nakshatra

Sign: Sagittarius, Symbol: Elephant Tusk and Fan, Deity: Apas (Goddess of Water)

Purva Ashadha translates to the "the first invincible one". This nakshatra relates to a force of impenetrable strength, yet not in a masculine way, Purva Ashadha bridges the tie between strength is the kind that is effortless, fluid and feminine.

Although Purva Ashadha is strong, as signified by the elephant tusk, it is also symbolised by a fan. This is the last of the Venus Nakshatras, where the immense heat of Aries and Leo has metaphorically cooled from the heat bestowed from Mars and Sun. Jupiter is not as hot and harsh as these previous planets, so to say that Venus has cooled off and matured in a sense is understandable.

Apas (Goddess of Water) ruling over this nakshatra creates a dynamic nature of both force and fluidity. She is of course the most feminine of deities to rule over the Venus Nakshatras. Purva Ashadha does not only embody strength and stability, this nakshatra is attuned deeply with emotion, beauty, softness and moisture.

[thursdayinspace]

I started writing porn during my work breaks to torture my friends (as you do) and sometimes it turns into feelings, so whatever, I'll drop this here. Possibly part of a WIP now because isn't everything these days? (My poor WIP folder.)

They spent so much time apart, first because he was dead, then because he distanced himself from her after coming back, and then because he was in hiding. Now that they’re back together, they can’t stop kissing, they can’t stop touching. They’re always connected, holding hands, standing with their sides pressed together, small pecks hello or goodbye turning into long, hungry kisses, hands clawing at each other to get closer, closer, always closer.

At night they fall asleep with their legs tangled, her head on his chest, or him spooned up behind her; they fit together so perfectly. Words are still difficult. So much has happened. He feels endless guilt for leaving her alone, leaving her to deal with the fallout of their decisions all on her own. She feels guilt heavy in her heart for giving up their son, for depriving him of his chance to be a father, she feels like the destroyer of their little family.

Touch comes easier to them and they tell each other what they can’t say through letting their bodies speak for them. It’s hard and rough some nights, pure desperation, don’t ever leave me again because I’d die, mark me, make me yours, ruin me for anyone else. Most nights it’s unbearably slow and tender, laced with a melancholy sadness mixed with tentative hope growing in the shadows that hold both danger and promise. It’s apology and affirmation, I’m sorry, I love you, here’s my heart for you to keep, it’s always been yours and always will be.

She opens her legs for him and he pushes into her slowly, coming home, covering her with his body as she holds him close. He doesn’t move, just kisses her, and she kisses back. This is what they need, connection, physical metaphor for everything language can’t yet express. When he starts rolling his hips it’s slow and shallow; they’re full of need, burning with desire for release, but every time they fall over that edge it means it’s over. Until next time. And they never take next times for granted anymore. Not after everything they��ve lost.

His forehead rests against hers as they breathe each other’s air, as her hands roam his back and he fucks her so gently, with such soul-deep devotion it brings tears to her eyes as she clenches around him, holding onto him so tightly with every part of her being.

They’re still unpracticed, they’d only just started when he was taken from her, they didn’t have a chance after he returned. But they’re learning, learning each other, learning this new language. The sounds that mean they need more, or less, or that it’s perfect.

She comes first, and he knows what to do, how to move to make it good for her, to keep her coming and coming until her moans turn into whimpers through that final crest before her body goes soft under him, and only then does he let himself go, spilling into her with a broken sound escaping his throat. It’s an ending and an oath, a beginning, a confirmation of continuity: them against the world, forever. In this moment, they’re a part of each other, their combined pleasure stronger and more meaningful than any marriage vow could ever be.

He stays inside her as long as he can and they part reluctantly, only to come back together later, always. There are no guarantees, but there are promises, there’s love. They’ll make it work.

[randomlifex]

Exceptions

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:even bullies have a soft spot. You may be in Kyungjun’s.

Warnings:mentions of death and fear

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Red lights flashing everywhere in the gym. People were screaming, crying, accusing each other of who murdered who while a robotic voice kept repeating the same words:

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

It was an unstoppable loop in which you found yourself paralysed…like always,like in any other situation. Fear to you meant stopping,it didn’t matter if the solution was running;your body would stay still,your brain would break any connection of thoughts. Emptiness. Eyes as pieces of glasses reflecting the world around you.

You were sitting on the ground, surrounded by people running everywhere to get their phones back. They were supposed to be collected into the bean Kyunjun had brought there earlier, but someone had hit it and the objects had scattered all over the place. Your classmates were dying like butterflies shook by the electricity of a lamp as the robotic voice would reveal the identities of those who had passed.

Citizen

Citizen

Citizen

Mafia

What even was a mafia? What even was that game? Could you call that a game? It wasn’t.

Your lips started shaking:you had to get up,find your phone and vote for someone, but you couldn’t. A girl fell dead next to you,her empty eyes staring into your soul. Fuck,that was what you would’ve looked in a few minutes? Terrible.

“Move,do something” you repeated yourself. Your body was out of command. Your jaw started shaking and your eyes burning, but somehow tears didn’t seem to be ready to roll down your cheeks.

A guy ran past you, unwillingly hitting your arm with his leg:your body shook, however you still didn’t move.

That was your end, you were sure, there was no more hope in your heart until…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“What the heck are you doing, idiot?!” Kyungjun mumbled, chaining his eyes with yours. You didn’t answer.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked. Still no answer.

“You’re gonna die!”. Again, no answer.

Kyungjun sighed in disbelief as he grabbed your wrist, trying to get you up from the ground. Your legs answered to the strength of his arms, but it wasn’t enough to make you run like any other student in that gym.

“What’s your phone?” the boy asked again

“It’s…it’s…”

“What is it? Come on,you’ve got no time left!” he tried to encourage you. It took you a second, but then you finally whispered the model of your phone to him.

In a rush, the guy started looking around until he saw your phone in a forgotten corner. He grabbed it and came back to you.

“Vote for someone. It doesn’t matter who, just vote” he told you, resting his hand on the back of your hips. You nodded unsure, voting for the first name on the screen.

A few more bodies fell, a girl got executed and then…silence. No more screams, no more rush, nothing. Your body slowly started functioning again, even tho the response to that wasn’t good.

Your legs lost the strength to support you as you fell on the ground again, scratching your knees and the palm of your hands while trying to not get too much hurt.

“Damn” you whispered, tears were finally wetting your pretty face.

Kyugjun looked at you from above:he hated the feeling rising in his chest, that little burning sparkle that somehow made him melt at your sight; but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was framed; he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t push back that protective instinct he had towards you, so he just kneeled down to your height, sliding some strands of your hair behind your hear.

“You need to control your fear or you’re gonna die” he whispered. Those words weren’t the right ones, he knew, but he wasn’t great at helping people…he was supposed to put them into troubles. He was a destroyer, not a healer…but with you, damn, with you he couldn’t even think about being the punk that he was.

He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand and gently hit your your shoulder

“Let’s go where there are no bodies” he said,helping you standing up and leading you to the infirmary. You sat on a bed, watching as the boy began to open cupboards and drawers.

“Here it is” he said,placing a first aid kit next to you. He grabbed a disinfectant and a few plasters, medicating the scratches on your knees and hands.

Once he was done he brushed the dust away from your uniform and gently grabbed your leg to fix the socks which had fallen down. His fingers brushed against your skin, giving your shivers and an odd feeling of safety.

“You’re okay now” he said, standing right in front of you

“Thank you” you mumbled, staring at the ground as you were so shy that you could barely hold eye contact with him

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, stepping back.

You rose your head, shaking it

“No, I’m just…confused. I didn’t expect you to act like this” you whispered, holding onto the cloth of your skirt.

Kyungjun gulped, scratching the back of his neck:

“I do sometimes make exceptions-he smirked, caressing your cheek-do you wanna be that exception?” he then asked.

You felt your cheeks burning as you hid your face in between your hands; Kyungjun laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your head rested on his chest while he ruffled your hair

“I’ll take it as a yes, little thing”

[thatlotuscookie]

I just thought this would be a cute idea? Shigaraki or Spinner (which ever one you choose?) who likes to just look at their girlfriend lovingly and thinks that they are the luckiest person in the world to have a girlfriend like her?

✧･ﾟ: a/n : such a sweet idea! went with Shigaraki for this one :) I adore when he softens for someone special. so cute how much he truly cherishes his girlfriend, even if he tries to act indifferent on the surface. thank you for the request! enjoy<3

✧ Title: ✧ The Luckiest ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Shigaraki doesn't understand how you ended up with him, not like he's complaining. He's the luckiest man alive. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Domestic Moments, Soft!Shigaraki ✧ WC: 1245 words // 6.9k chars

Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t the type to show affection. At least, not in the way people expected. The leader of the League of Villains, the destroyer, the man with hands that could turn anything to dust—he wasn’t one for soft words or grand gestures. He had long ago decided that attachments were weaknesses, distractions from his goal of tearing down society.

And yet, here he was, lying on his back, watching you.

You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you as you skimmed through a book. The lamp beside you cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the calmness in your expression. Every so often, you’d smile to yourself or brush a strand of hair away from your face, completely absorbed in your reading.

And Shigaraki? He just watched.

It wasn’t like he meant to stare. But you drew him in without even trying. There was something in the way you carried yourself, the way you were so… peaceful. It was a stark contrast to the chaos inside his mind, the relentless drive to destroy everything that stood in his way. But when he looked at you, something inside him quieted.

He didn’t say it, of course. He didn’t tell you how much it meant to him, just being near you. The warmth you brought into his otherwise cold and isolated world. The way your presence alone could calm the storm that constantly raged within him. He didn’t know how to say it, and truthfully, it terrified him to even try.

But when you looked up from your book and met his gaze, your soft smile instantly disarming him, he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. You were looking at him like he wasn’t a villain. Like he wasn’t someone to be feared or despised. You looked at him with love, and it made him feel like the luckiest person alive—something he never thought possible.

How did I get so lucky? he thought, almost in disbelief.

“What?” you asked, still smiling as you closed your book and shifted your position to face him more directly.

“Nothing,” Shigaraki muttered, turning his head to stare at the ceiling, trying to play it cool, but the faint redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You chuckled softly, knowing him too well by now to be fooled. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes,” you teased gently. “Got something on your mind?”

He wanted to deny it, wanted to scoff and brush it off like he always did. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself looking back at you, his chest tightening as he tried to figure out how to express the complicated feelings swirling around inside him. He wasn’t good at this—wasn’t good at being soft.

“…Why are you with me?” he blurted out, surprising even himself with the sudden question. His voice was rougher than usual, more vulnerable.

Your eyes softened as you set your book aside completely and scooted closer to him. “Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, your tone gentle, no hesitation in your response. You reached out to place a hand on his arm, your touch light but reassuring.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for an answer. “I’m… not good,” he said quietly. “I ruin things. I’m dangerous. You… You could be with someone else. Someone who’s not a… monster.”

Your heart ached at his words. You knew he struggled with self-worth. He always had. And it was hard for him to understand how anyone could care about him, let alone love him.

But you leaned forward, cupping his cheek gently, your thumb brushing against the rough texture of his skin. “You’re not a monster, Tomura,” you said softly, your voice full of sincerity. “You’re… complicated. But you’re good in your own way. You’re loyal, protective, and you care about me. That’s enough for me.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch despite himself. It was so rare for him to let his guard down like this, to allow himself to feel something other than anger or frustration. But with you, it felt… okay. You made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t beyond saving.

How did I end up with someone like you? he thought, overwhelmed by a sense of warmth he had long thought lost.

“…I don’t deserve you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Maybe I’m the lucky one.”

He opened his eyes then, staring at you in disbelief. How could you say that? How could you possibly think that you were the lucky one?

But as he looked at you, as he saw the love and trust in your eyes, something inside him shifted. Maybe he didn’t deserve you. Maybe he never would. But for some reason, you had chosen him, and that was enough.

Shigaraki couldn’t help but admire you—your unwavering strength, your ability to see beyond the surface. Every little thing you did captivated him further. The way your laughter rang through the air, how your eyes sparkled with kindness. Each moment spent with you felt like a treasure, an escape from the chaos he was born into.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. It wasn’t often that he initiated affection, but tonight, he needed it. He needed you. You wrapped your arms around him in return, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered, his voice laced with a quiet intensity.

You smiled into his chest, your heart swelling with warmth. “Good,” you whispered back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki’s heart raced as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. He could hardly believe how lucky he felt, how easily you had broken down the walls he had built around himself. You made him feel things he thought were impossible—hope, love, a sense of belonging.

What did I do to deserve you? he thought, feeling a sense of awe wash over him.

He pressed a kiss to your hair, letting the moment stretch out longer. “You make me feel… different,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “Like maybe I’m not so broken after all.”

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, your gaze steady and reassuring. “You’re not broken, Tomura. You’re just you. And I love you for it.”

As those words hung in the air between you, he felt the weight of your love settle deep in his chest. It was overwhelming and beautiful, and he couldn’t help but fall for you all over again. It was like seeing the sun rise after a long, dark night. You made the world brighter, even for someone as lost as him.

“Don’t ever forget that,” you added softly, reaching up to brush your fingers over his cheek.

He nodded, his heart swelling with adoration. “I won’t. I promise.”

And in that moment, as you lay there in his arms, Shigaraki knew—despite everything he had done, despite the darkness that clung to him—he was the luckiest man in the world. Because he had you. And that was enough. Even if he was falling in love with you for the second time, all over again. And he couldn’t wait to see how deep those feelings would grow.

[lelengerine]

pairing. eunseok x reader

synopsis. who would have known a late-night stroll would lead to a quiet revelation?

genre. confession au, they joke about getting caught by cops, fluffy fluff, lmk if i missed anything as usual!

wc. 1k words

notes. i realize i have a streak of making confession/childhood bff drabbles lately... and i will not be stopping anytime soon 😁😁 likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

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it’s one of those nights—the kind where the world feels like it’s holding its breath, with the city asleep and the stars awake, twinkling as if they know a secret. eunseok’s familiar voice crackles through your phone despite it all, breaking the stillness in your room. “hey, i’m outside. you awake?”

there’s a beat of silence once you pick up the phone, caught off guard by his voice even though you're already used to hearing it. the corners of your lips tug into a smile, already reaching for your hoodie to slip into. “why? need help running from the cops again?”

a soft, amused snort comes from the other end. you can almost picture his grin, lopsided and playful. “yeah, definitely. bring snacks, we might be in for a long chase.” the jokes come as naturally as breathing when you’re with him, the teasing made easy—just like it’s always been between the two of you.

it doesn’t take long before you slip out the door, the crispness of the night settling around you like a familiar blanket. you find him leaning casually against the streetlamp positioned at the curve of your block, his posture relaxed but alert.

eunseok’s eyes light up the moment they catch yours, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. “look at you,” he says, voice teasing but soft, “one day you’re gonna wake up and realize i’m just using you for free, late-night entertainment.”

you roll your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “wow, i’m so honored. couldn’t find anyone else, huh?”

his laughter fills the solemnly lit up street, the sound of it curling around you and offering a sense of warmth. for a moment, you wonder how many nights you’ve spent like this in each other’s presence—no words needed to fill the spaces between you. he brushes his hand against yours, a fleeting touch, but one that sends a strange tingle up your arm, yet just as quick, he tucks his hands into his pockets.

“no one else gets my jokes like you do,” he says, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful.

you don’t answer, but the quiet that follows feels comfortable, as if slipping into an old, well-worn sweater. you fall into step beside him, footsteps barely making a sound on the pavement and for a while, you simply walk, listening to the faint rustle of leaves in the trees, the distant hum of cars, the steady rhythm of your breaths blending together.

eunseok tilts his head back to look at the clear sky, his face bathed in the pale glow of the moon. “look at the stars tonight. it reminds me of when we were kids, lying in the grass, pretending we knew the constellations.”

you hum, the memory flooding back—nights spent in his backyard, your fingers tracing shapes in the sky as he spun wild stories about the stars. “except you were just making them up,” you retort with a smirk. “i’m still not convinced starfish the destroyer is real.”

a laugh bubbles up from his throat—a light, melodic sound that never fails to make your heart feel full. “it’s gonna be in textbooks one day, mark my words.”

the air between you feels alive with shared memories, a thousand unspoken moments that have built up over the years. it’s the kind of connection that doesn’t need constant words—it just is. but then, as the conversation fades back into a comfortable silence, eunseok stops in his steps.

you turn to look at him, nose crinkling from confusion, but you notice a gentleness in his expression that wasn’t there earlier. he shifts slightly, his gaze dropping for a moment before he speaks. “you ever think about how none of this feels right without you? the stars, the late nights—anything, really.”

his words hang in the air, soft but heavy, like the weight of something that’s been building for a long time. you blink a couple of times, taken aback by the sudden question. the eunseok you know is playful, never one to be serious for long. but this? this feels different, like he’s pulling back a curtain you hadn’t even realized was there despite how long you’ve been friends.

“what’s gotten into you? feeling sentimental?” you ask as your head slightly tilts, trying to keep the mood light, but there’s a nervous flutter in your chest.

he scratches the back of his neck, his usual confidence faltering just a bit. you can see the slight pink creeping up his cheeks, even in the dim light. “maybe. or maybe i’ve just been thinking too much.”

“about what?”

he doesn’t answer right away—instead, he looks up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the starlight like he’s searching for something in them. when he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, almost like he’s afraid of breaking the moment. “about how everything feels… better when i’m with you.”

it’s a simple statement, but it hits you hard—like a quiet confession slipped into the night, one that’s been waiting for the right moment to be said. there’s a weight to it, something unspoken that lingers between you, and for the first time, you see him—really see him. the way his guard is down, the way he’s looking at you like you mean more to him than you’ve ever realized.

you could brush it off, make a joke like you always do, but something in the way he’s looking at you tells you this time is different. this time, it matters.

your smile softens, and you take a step closer to him, arm brushing his. “then let’s keep walking. we’ve got a lot of stars to see.”

eunseok glances at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before his lips curl into a small, genuine smile. he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with a tender certainty. gently, he guides your joined hands into the warm pocket of his jacket, tucking you close against his side. “yeah,” he responds softly, “lots of stars.”

[ladybender]

Day 10: K-Day / Why we fight / Survivor's Guilt for @lastdaysofwar

Summary: It's the first night without war, and Hermann cannot sleep.

The bed was soft underneath Hermann's sore back.

The Ranger Infirmary had spared no expense when it came to the comfort of Pilots, with top of the industry medical equipment and metal-framed sturdy beds with high quality mattresses.

It was too bad Hermann wasn't a Pilot.

Staying in this room made him feel out of place. He loathed hospitals enough as it was, but the liminal, aseptic feeling this room gave off made it feel even more inhospitable. The squishy mattress made his hip and leg sink in uncomfortable ways, to the point Hermann had to stay as still as he could, laying on his back and riding out any pain spikes with his hands clenching the sheets.

There was a night lamp on the side table. Its fluorescent light shined blue in what Hermann suspected was meant to be a soothing color, but that he found deeply unsettling.

With his eyes wide-open on the blue tinted ceiling, all that Hermann saw were flashes of the drift.

The Kaiju manufacturing, the built and shaping of those monsters, the selection and ascension into world destroyers. Weapons of mass destruction. They'd been controlled like puppets, and that his numbers couldn't have predicted, not even with an infinite amount of attempts.

The blind spot of his god-sent language of the universe.

His work alone hadn't been enough. Hermann's given so much of himself, of his mind, his body, his soul, to the cause and that had only taken him half the way there. If it hadn't been for Newton he wouldn't be here right now, staring at this ceiling contemplating his failures - and if he hadn't chosen to drift with his lab partner, no one would be here. The whole planet would be a collection of dust and ruins without their intervention, and in the cold aftermath of stopping the Clock, it finally dawned on Hermann how real that alternative could have been.

Just a minuscule chance in the odds, a gesture, a minute too late, an error anywhere, and everyone would be dead.

All night passed on like this, in a state between nightmares and wakefulness that he was starting to lose the boundaries of.

There were quiet sounds coming from behind the partition curtains. Newton was peacefully sleeping off their first night without war, but his light snores distressed Hermann more than even the blue light did. He fixated on the sound obsessively, each change in the rhythm or lapse into silence making Hermann's nerves shot. What if he stopped breathing? What if he was in pain? What if he was slipping into an unconsciousness so profound it became a coma from which he'd never wake up?

They've hardly scratched the surface on the long-term consequences of drifting, but drifting with a Kaiju was another beast entirely.

And Newton had done it twice.

Hermann didn't know how to stop tormenting himself, or how to stop slipping in between consciousness and unconsciousness and get to a place where he could actually sleep. He just looked up at the blue light on the ceiling, unblinking, until his tired mind morphed the shadows into something more sinister.

Hermann sucked in a breath, paralyzed by fear.

He saw teeth, claws, open jaws ready to devour him. He imagined the ceiling shaking under the weights of footsteps, the drumbeats of his heart resounding in the absolute quietness. The thin cracks propagated, breaking like a soft layer of ice, and the ceiling started to crumble. It was no protection at all against what was out there, looking for him like a hound on a scent, chasing him obsessively, defying orders just to find him -

A gasp came from behind the curtain and Hermann's eyes snapped open, unsure when he'd even closed him.

Ragged breaths came from Newton, followed by a series of pained groans.

"Hermann?... Hermann…"

"I'm here," Hermann answered, hearing the sigh Newton uttered, like his whole body sagged back into the mattress with the pure relief of it.

"This headache is murdering me," Newton lamented. "Do you have one as well?"

Hermann couldn't see Newton's face behind the curtain, but he could almost picture him – his movement resounding in the quiet isolation they'd been put in – turning on his side, rubbing his face and hissing at the cut on his forehead, looking up at the same blue light. Maybe it was straining Newton's eyes too, blurring everything far away into soft and intangible shapes.

"The painkillers might have ceased working by now," Hermann said, perfectly aware that they hadn't had any effect on him at all, and he'd spent hours quietly anticipating the moment when they'd finally kick in only to be left in a dragged and agonizing pocket of nothingness. "You should go back to sleep."

"Sure," Newton slurred. "You first."

"I'm attempting to do just that."

Newton yawned loudly. Hermann didn't understand why that made him feel suddenly drowsy.

"Have you closed your eyes once all night? Even to blink?"

Of course he had, Hermann wanted to reply indignant, but his eyes felt dry and sore and closing them didn't help. It only made his thoughts spiral.

"Sleep is a bit elusive tonight," he admitted, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't find the outline monsters in the shadows anymore, but he knew they were there. Hidden. "I don't know how you managed it."

"It's easy. You stay quiet and let your mind wander, and then bam! You're dreaming, and the next thing you know it's already morning."

"Right," Hermann said cynically. "How have I not tried that yet? Thank you for your acumen, Newton."

"Happy to help."

"At least we can count on one of us coming out unscarred."

He hadn't meant to say it, or to sound so cruel, by from the way his breath hitched and how quiet Newton turned, Hermann knew he'd made a mistake.

He closed his eyes then, feeling his fingers tremble where he still clenched the sheets, willing everything to go away.

"I don't think we can," Newton said eventually, sounding desolated. "But at least we came out of it alive, right? It's more than I thought I'd get. It's more… than many of us got."

Hermann breathed in deeper, feeling a silent tear escape his closed eye and travel down the side of his cheek. 

He allowed himself to accept that consolation, the absolution that they had made it out alive, and with them many, many other people. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't healing, but it was more than Hermann had thought he'd get too.

And with that thought he felt his body shift, lulled by his own vertigo, and the more he felt his mind sink down, the more he felt calm.

"I would have died if it wasn’t for you," Newton said quietly, his voice almost drowned by the hum of the neon.

Hermann hated that reminder, but it might be all inside his head at this point.

"No need to thank me."

He was exhausted, and just as the pauses between the blink of his eyes got longer, Newton's voice sounded again. This time, Hermann was certain it was his own dream speaking to him, softly, and in German.

"Thank you."

[tytarax]

This gave me brutal Luffy and Hancock vibes lol

fem reader

Zamasu gazed out over the peaceful landscapes of the 10th universe from the Sacred World of the Kais. He found solace in the serenity and order he dedicated his existence to maintaining. Beside him stood Y/N, the Destroyer of their universe.

Despite her formidable title and immense power, Y/N had a heart deeply entwined with Zamasu's. They shared a sense of duty and a profound connection that surpassed the usual boundaries between a Supreme Kai and a Destroyer.

Things that shouldn't be allowed

"Zamasu," Y/N spoke softly, "you've been standing here for hours. Are you worried about something?" Zamasu turned, his green skin glistening softly under the light. "Just contemplating the balance we strive to maintain. The universe is at peace, but I cannot shake off the feeling of an approaching storm."

Oh, Zamasu, always so poetical...

Y/N stepped closer, her presence being a comforting shield around Zamasu. "Whatever comes our way, I'll make sure to handle it. You don't have to worry."

Despite being an excellent supreme kai, Y/N was aware of his thoughts toward the mortal races, and the problems that Zamasu's way of thinking could bring.

A few days passed, and a small incident occurred in which Zamasu killed a mortal in self-defense, something that Y/N did not give importance to, however… someone else found out.

The Grand Priest, Daishinkan, summoned Y/N to discuss recent concerns. She arrived at Zeno's Palace, the grand hall echoing with silence as she approached the central dais.

"Y/N, welcome," Daishinkan greeted, his serene demeanor masking the gravity of the situation. "There have been concerns raised about Zamasu's views on mortals."

Y/N knew what he was talking about, still, she asked, "Concerns? With Zamasu?" She continued without letting him answer. "With all due respect, Grand Priest, Zamasu's dedication to maintaining balance in our universe is unparalleled. His concerns about mortals stem from a desire to protect and preserve the cosmos, not to harm."

Daishinkan nodded, but his eyes held a trace of doubt. "While I understand your perspective, Y/N, it is essential to ensure that such thoughts do not lead to actions that could disrupt the harmony we strive to maintain. For example, an incident that took place a few days ago… I'm sure you heard about it."

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, I heard about it. Zamasu acted in self-defense. The mortal was threatening against him, and Zamasu's actions were necessary to preserve peace."

"Nonetheless," Daishinkan replied, "such incidents can raise concerns about a Supreme Kai's intentions. It is crucial to address these concerns to prevent any potential misunderstandings."

"I assure you, Daishinkan," Y/N started, "his intentions are to uphold the peace and balance of the universe. He has no desire to cause chaos or destruction. Zamasu has my full support and trust. I'm sure we will ensure our universe remains in harmony just as the gods should"

The Grand Priest studied her for a moment before nodding. "Very well. I trust you will keep these concerns in mind and continue to work towards the greater good."

---

"Wait... you're not in trouble because of me, right?" Zamasu asked in a worried tone. Y/N turned to him. "Don't let this bother you. I know your heart, Zamasu. You are dedicated to your duty, and I will always stand by you."

As night fell on the Sacred World of the Kais, Y/N and Zamasu sat together, watching the stars twinkle in the sky. The tranquility of the moment wrapped around them like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the earlier tension.

"Zamasu," Y/N began, her voice soft and filled with affection, "I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always protect you. Your ideals and dreams are important to me."

Zamasu turned to face Y/N, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "And I cherish you for that, Lady Y/N..." Y/N leaned in closer, giving the first step knowing Zamasu was a bit shy, and she gave him a peck on the lips. To which he was left in shock and a blushing mess.

Zamasu's heart swelled with emotion. "I... I've been wanting to... to say this for a while now... I really like you... lady Y/N." Y/N giggled at Zamasu's awkward confession, "I love you too, Zamasu."

I think you are my only vulnerability

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[minaabitaa]

You Are Everywhere

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Oneshot, 653 words | Crossposted to AO3

In all his moments, she was there.

A specter, a phantom—she was sunlight streaming across rooms, the burn against his eyelids, the veins beneath skin. Always there. Always, always, always.

He would not, could not, should not fantasize about her. He wouldn’t think of her lips against his—the softness, the warmth. Or the way her fingers ghosted along his arms, the quiet gasp against his mouth. He wouldn’t think of how she looked at him, wide-eyed, as though drinking him in. As though she were lain across his lap and he was feeding her the grapes of legends past—sustenance only he could provide.

He could not think of her, not now, not ever, for if he did, he knew he would crumble. He would be hers once more. He would be Solas again—her Solas—and he would forget the bonds that held him to this wretched, broken, mistake of a land.

Every waking moment, he fled from her.

But in her dreams, through forests green and lush, along paths they once shared, he would find her. The dread wolf’s paws struck soil and moss, rain clinging to fur like memories clung to every patch of skin. For a moment—just a moment—to look at her.

To look at her would be enough.

It had to be enough.

He had condemned her—condemned all of them—to a life they did not deserve. He had stripped them of wonder, of progress, of history. They were shells of what they once were, and he had made it so. What right did he have to love, or to be loved in return, when he had done this to them?

He knew she would forgive him, and that was a risk he could not take.

She would show him mercy, when there should be vitriol.

She would show him care, where there should be disdain.

She would show him love, where there should be hatred.

No. The sky would burn, and with it, his mistakes would be rectified.

Eons of silence, of fractured histories and forgotten glories, would be undone. The Veil, his Veil, his mistake, would fall, and the world would breathe again—wild, boundless, unbroken. It would not matter that the cost was blood, nor that she would be among those who cursed his name.

This was not for her.

It was for the world he had stolen, the people he had failed, and the dream that had slipped from his grasp. To love her was to falter, to forget those who whispered his name as they were stripped of the beauty of the world that once was.

They did not scream; they did not beg. They simply mourned—softly, endlessly—for what had been lost.

No love, no forgiveness, no tender moment could erase their sorrow. To love her would be to betray them, to condemn their memories to the dust. The sky would burn, and through the fire, he would make things right.

And yet, he yearned for her.

He yearned for a world in which he would be hers, and she would be his—a world where millennia would stretch before them, boundless, unbroken, everlasting. They would be strewn across the stars, their laughter echoing in the void, where time would hold no sway. She would look at him again, as though he were everything—as though he were her world, as though he were not the destroyer, but the maker of dreams.

He would hold her in the space between his lungs. He would breathe her. She would live on in his blood, coursing through him, filling the hollow chambers of his heart. She would be the beat, the rhythm, the life that refused to leave him, even as he stood amidst ruin.

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Vhenan.

[mosquito-queen]

Kate and Yelena burst giddy through the apartment door, recounting the events of the night. Recounting how they had a perfect reconnaissance mission under the guise of newlyweds. They both still stupidly have the fake rings on their fingers. Kate still stupidly can’t fathom removing it. Yelena is laughing about one of the marks, her hand gripping Kate’s forearm. The proximity is intoxicating. As the laughter subsides, Kate smooths Yelena’s shirt collar, “What if… What if we hadn’t been pretending?”

The widow stiffens under her touch, jaw sets, the laughter is gone. It’s gone, oh god it’s gone, and it isn’t coming back. Yelena’s hands circle Kate’s wrists, bite down into bone and she looks up at Kate. Kate with the ghost of joy pressed in the corners of her mouth, Kate with her eyes sobering from mirth, Kate with a face that compels Yelena to be grossly tender. Kate that destroys every fucking concrete, fortified wall, that Yelena has bloodied her hands over.

She clenches Kate’s wrists, makes them ache, but Kate is a kind of stone that does not yield in a way Yelena knows. She’s made of something else, something that both terrifies and intrigues her, something that calls out in the dead of night and beckons her home. Through the window, to a couch, to a bed, to a grave.

Kate’s skin is soft and yields to Yelena, it is soft and comforting and it smells like a memory from childhood she can’t quite recall. It doesn’t break. Never breaks by Yelena’s hand. It makes her angry the way Kate exists outside of the Red Room, exists in a way that makes Yelena feel like a tiny child wrapped in a quilt on a couch in Ohio. What the fuck is that about?

She’s mad all over again, mad mad mad. There’s a better word but she never had a feeling wheel before so mad is as good as it gets. Her hands are leaving bruises - no doubt - it’s what they’re meant for. It’s what she’s meant for. To leave a puncture wound the size of the moon, to rip into the topography of a body like an earthquake hellbent on sinking a continent. She was made to be the destroyer of worlds. Kate makes her think that maybe… just maybe… she wasn’t born for that.

And she hates it. (Note: hate is also the wrong word.)

There’s something wrong with her: in the way her hands stumble between an urge of pain and comfort, in the stuttering of her heartbeat as she finally commits to an action, in the way her stomach recoils with the aftershock of ripping Kate’s touch away. God. There’s something very wrong with her.

She throws Kate’s hands wayside: ignores the noise clawing up Kate’s throat, ignores the heat of Kate’s stare, ignores the way her body says to stay. All she hears is Kate’s stupid question. It rings in her ears, but she won’t answer. Instead, Yelena turns her back and walks towards the window. She finally says: “Sometimes I hate it when you smile.”

Yelena squints into the sinking sun, adds something reckless: “Your smile makes me think of everything I wish I could have.”

Kate says something equally reckless: “What’s stopping you?”

The only sound is the buzz of evening traffic, people bustling down the streets, a dog barking. That is to say, there is a lot of sound, but not anywhere it matters. Not from Yelena’s mouth and certainly not from Kate’s. The archer is waiting with baited breath, eyes glued on her greatest downfall.

“You should have taken the shot.”

“What?”

“That night,” Yelena turns ever so slightly, the last rays of the sun silhouetting the outline of her face like a heavenly radiance, “On the roof.”

She looks away again, looks back out the window, shifts her weight. Kate’s heart catches in her throat, feels like gravel settling. Her voice breaks, says her name like a prayer, “Yelena,” and she steps towards the window, “don’t you get it?”

How can someone explain to God what it’s like to painstakingly carve a cathedral and then wait to be graced?

“I care for you. I’m not going to hurt you, just,“ Kate whines like a dog, “Please stay.”

God will never understand the capacity at which someone can yearn for something so badly. What is there for God to yearn for? Certainly not for one person. Certainly not for Kate.

“Have you thought that maybe I want to hurt you?” It's a question that sounds an awful like a statement: I will. “You should have taken the shot,” but her voice wavers. she says something in Russian, probably a curse, and then she’s gone.

Kate thinks maybe she just needs to add one more stained glass window. Maybe then Yelena would want to stay. Maybe then she would stop trying to break this - whatever this was - if Kate was better put together.

[electriopenguin-21]

How I would fix the Legend of Spyro Movie

I remember seeing online people reading the script for the cancelled Legend of Spyro Movie and yeah, it's bad, the the juvenile jokes, fetish fuel, and annoying characters like Spark and Pox. Here I want to think of ways to improve the script to actually make it good, so here is the plot of my draft of the Legend of Spyro Movie.

The film starts with Ignitis looking after the eggs like at the start of A New Beginning, only for Malefor's minions to break in a steal or kill the eggs in order to save the egg of the legendary purple dragon. He sets the egg on an escape raft which is picked up by dragonflies who raise the egg as one of their own. (Unlike in the script we got, there will be no baby montage) Spyro being a dragon and not a dragon fly is considered a social outcast all of the dragon fly kids except one, his brother Sparx. Sparx in this film will not be annoying, in a way, I picture him being a bit like Dave from Kipo and the age of wonder beasts where he is cocky but still has a heart for the people he cares about and is willing to stand up for Spyro. One day as Spyro and Sparx are playing, apes and elemental creatures kidnap Sparx and Spyro and Spyro, in a moment of panic breathes fire for the first time, scaring off the apes and elemental creatures. As Spyro gets back to his home, he spots a giant black dragon that flies by and attacks Spyro, Sparx and their parents. Luckily, Ignitis stops by and fights the black dragon off. Spyro has many questions so Ignitis explains to Spyro that he is a dragon, not just any dragon, but a legendary purple dragon that is capable of being able to learn all elements. Ignitis takes Spyro back to his castle to train him. After that scene, we cut to the black dragon, who we later find out is named Cynder, she returns to Malefor, revealing him to the audience for the first time. He is disappointed in Cynder for failing him. Cynder apologizes and promises that it Won't happen again. After that scene we get a training scene that also introduced the audience to the other elemental guardians who teach Spyro how to wield the other elements. One two month time skip later, we get to the next big attack, being Cynder and other Malefor troops attacking a nearby cheetah tribe. A fight between Spyro and Cynder ensue with Spyro barely winning. With Cynder down, she becomes severely wounded and loses access to her corrupted powers and is locked up by Ignitis who hopes to get rid of the influence Malefor put in her. During this time in the film where Spyro and Cynder start interacting, at first hating each other but over the course of a few months, they start to warm up to each other and even become friends. Soon Cynder escapes and goes back to Malefor as even though she grew close to Spyro, she can't let her master and father Malefor down. Soon, Hunter approaches announcing that Malefor's goons are attacking the moles, so Spyro and the elemental guardians set off to battle. During the battle, Spyro sees Cynder and is stunned by her betrayal to the point that he doesn't notice the projectiles coming towards him to then have Sparx block them, losing his life in the process. Ignitis also ends up in a scrap that severely injured him and he dies from his wounds. The battle ends up with many casualties on both sides and Spyro is distraught by losing his mentor who was like a father to him and his best friend/brother, both he and the other guardians are severely injured and are forced to retreat. Malefor upon finding out Cynder didn't kill Spyro sees that she has grown soft and drains her of all her dark powers and attempts to kill her. Cynder manages to escape severely injured and get back to the elemental guardian hideout only for no one to trust her for good reason, so they lock her up. 5 months of training later, Spyro thanks to Hunter finds out that Malefor is summoning the destroyer to destroy the world, luckily, Spyro, Hunter, and the remaining elemental guardians form an army to fight back. Cynder escapes as they leave. During the final battle, Spyro encounters Malefor at the center of the destroyer and fights him. Spyro is nearly overpowered until Cynder appears and uses her wind powers to even the odds, as Cynder is injured again, Spyro in a fit of rage, unleashed his final element, Aether. He blasts away Malefor as well as the heart of the destroyer, saving the world.

[seldomdrawncherubs]

*slides over prince of heart*

((This is gen one of my classpects lmao))

UU: dirk, is that yoU? or someone like yoU?

UU: i will tell everything i  know, of coUrse!

UU: the prince is an active destroyer, meaning the destrUction is either directed at yoUrself, or for yoUr own sake.

UU: the defaUlt for a prince is to destroy yoUr own aspect, making yoU look like the opposite aspect.

UU: that is why yoU might seem very calcUlated and smart, or cold. yoU are a heart player, but yoU act like a mind player!

UU: yoU prefer logic and reason and cold calcUlation, becaUse yoU gravitate towards the destrUction of heart. sometimes, princes see their aspects as liabilities, and try to sUppress them.

UU: as yoU know, heart relates to the emotions, the self, the personality, and the soUl. this means yoUr classpect will split yoUrself and yoUr soUl. lil hal is an example of this. Perhaps yoU are a maker of characters, dolls, or pUppets! pUtting a bit of yoUrself into yoUr creation. oddly enoUgh, this means the prince of heart bears many similarities to the maid!

UU: if yoU are like dirk, perhaps yoU might know someone like jane? those two are excellent friends, and i am sUre yoU coUld find a great friend or ally in them.

UU: when i first began my research, i thoUght the prince was exclUsive to men. after research and time in the dream bUbbles, i believe this is inaccUrate. a female prince or nonbinary prince coUld easily play; the rUnes of the frog temples do not appear to have many gendered terms.

UU: terms sUch as prince and lord are the closest terms in oUr languages, so that is what we call them.

UU: this does make me wonder who is responsible for the frog rUne temples that appear Upon doomed worlds…who speaks the langUage of the game that bUilds and destroys oUr worlds?

UU: either way, destrUction is cyclical with creation. time that decays and space that bUilds are closer than they appear! so if yoU believe yoU are destined to destroy yoUrself, remember that! sUrroUnd yoUrself with people who remind yoU that yoU are loved and worthwhile.

UU: the prince of heart has the potential for great resilience: to destroy and remake themselves, to rise and channel what once destroyed them into protection, and to gain a greater Understanding of the soUl. When things get toUgh, yoU may want to go back to older habits: self destrUction and self hate. but remember, there is a way oUt!

UU: i believe in yoU!

***

uu: GOOD. A DECENT CLASSPECT. ARE YOu DIRK? DIRK IS A GOOD HuMAN. HE IS NOT STuPID AND PATHETIC. LIKE THE ROXY AND JANE BITCHES.

uu: WHAT DOES A PRINCE DO? A PRINCE DESTROYS. LIKE A MALEVOLENT chERuB. TRIuMPHING OVER WORLD AFTER WORLD.

uu: A PRINCE IS THE SECOND BEST CLASSPECT TO HAVE. BuT DO NOT GET COCKY.

uu: YOuR CLASSPECT MAKES YOu PRONE. TO BEING AN ALPHA. SuCH AS MYSELF. BuT IT ALSO MEANS YOu ARE PRONE TO DESTROYING YOuRSELF.

uu: THE DIRK HuMAN IS SOMETIMES TRAPPED IN A PIT OF uSELESS SELF HATRED. HE CANNOT CONQuER. BECAuSE HIS CLASSPECT HITS HIMSELF. INSTEAD OF THE INFERIOR BETAS AND BITCHES AROuND HIM.

uu: THE SOLuTION I HAVE FOuND IS THAT PRINCES NEED TO STOP BEING MOPY. AND SEWING THEIR MOuTHS SHUT. AND WALLOWING IN HOW PEOPLE REJECT THEM IN PERVERTED TROLL QuADRANTS.

uu: I SEE MY SISTER HAS TRIED TO HINT THAT YOu SHOuLD HAVE CONNECTIONS. FRIENDS. MAYBE EVEN A TROLL MOIRAIL.

uu: LISTEN TO ME: DO NOT FALL FOR HER LIES. THE BEST PRINCE OF HEART POWERS COME FROM BEING ALONE.

uu: POSSESSION. CONTROL. SOuL CRuSHING. MANIPuLATION. IF YOu HAVE FRIENDS, THEY WILL DO SOMETHING LIKE TRY TO STOP YOu. OR MAKE YOu SOFT. OR INSIST THAT THEY SHOuLD BE THE LEADER INSTEAD OF LETTING YOu PuLL THE STRINGS.

uu: GO FORTH AND FuCK SHIT uP.

tumut

[this-boy-is-exhausted]

My top albums of 2024

1. Cindy Lee, "Diamond Jubilee"

2. Mannequin Pussy, "I Got Heaven" 3. Fontaines D.C., "Romance" 4. Blood Incantation, "Absolute Everywhere"

5. Aroof Aftab, "Night Reign" 6. Charli XCX, "BRAT" 7. Kelly Moran, "Moves in the Field"

8. Foxing, "Foxing" 9. Cara de Espelho, "Cara de Espelho" 10. Nídia & Valentina Magaletti, "Estradas"

Honorable Mentions:

Nala Sinephro, "Endlessness" / Laura Marling, "Patters in Repeat" / The Cure, "Songs of a Lost World" / Chat Pile, "Cool World" / Mustafa, "Dunya" / Uniform, "American Standard" / St. Vincent, "All Born Screaming" / Jasmine Myra, "Rising" / Beyoncé, "Cowboy Carter" / Rogê, "Curryman II" / Nilüfer Yanya, "My Method Actor" / Cassandra Jerkins, "My Light, My Destroyer" / Wunderhorse, "Midas" / Waxahatchee, "Tigers Blood" / English Teacher, "This Could Be Texas" / Johnny Blue Skies, "Passage Du Desir" / Sierra Ferrell, "Trail of Flowers" / Gillian Welch & David Rawlings, "Woodland" / Billie Eilish, "Hit Me Hard & Soft" / Merce Lemons, "Watch Me Drive Them Dogs Wild" / Magdalena Bay, "Imaginal Disk" / Zsela, "Big For You" / Fabiano Nascimento & Sam Gendel, "The Room" / Mk. Gee, "Two Star & the Dream Police" / Villagerrr, "Tear Your Heart Out" / Bolis Pupul, "Letter To Yu"

[kanye--westeros]

Top Albums of 2024

1. I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU - JPEGMAFIA (Favorite Track: vulgar display of power)

2. Dark Times - Vince Staples (Favorite Track: Étouffée)

3. GNX - Kendrick Lamar (Favorite Track: tv off)

4. empathogen - Willow Smith (Favorite Track: false self)

5. CHROMAKOPIA - Tyler, The Creator (Favorite Track: I Killed You)

6. Big Ideas - Remi Wolf (Favorite Track: Wave)

7. Blue Lips - ScHoolboy Q (Favorite Track: time killers)

8. Algorithm - Lucky Daye (Favorite Track: Think Different)

9. What Now - Brittany Howard (Favorite Track: Red Flags)

10. Soul Burger - Ab-Soul (Favorite Track: California Dream)

11. Charm - Clairo (Favorite Track: Juna)

12. Two Star & The Dream Police - Mk.gee (Favorite Track: Candy)

13. I've Never Been Here Before - Erick the Architect (Favorite Track: Breaking Point)

14. Humble As the Sun - Bob Vylan (Favorite Track: Ring the Alarm)

15. TANGK - IDLES (Favorite Track: POP POP POP)

16. Nothing - Louis Cole (Favorite Track: Life)

17. COWBOY CARTER - Beyonce (Favorite Track: SWEET HONEY BUCKIIN')

18. People Who Aren't There Anymore - Future Islands (Favorite Track: Corner Of My Eye)

19. What A Devastating Turn Of Events - Rachel Chinouriri (Favorite Track: Dumb Bitch Juice)

20. The People We Become - nobigdyl. (Favorite Track: leave it to God)

21. It Wasn't That Deep - Glolorun (Favorite Track: Walk)

22. HEAVY JELLY - SOFT PLAY (Favorite Track: Act Violently)

23. Imaginal Disk - Magdalena Bay (Favorite Track: Cry For Me)

24. Songs For Sinners & Saints - Killer Mike (Favorite Track: Humble Me

25. Mahashmashana - Father John Misty (Favorite Track: Screamland)

26. Bando Stone & The New World - Childish Gambino (Favorite Track: Cruisin)

27. The Alexander Technique - Rex Orange County (Favorite Track: Carrera)

28. Cyan Blue - Charlotte Day Wilson (Favorite Track: My Way)

29. Atavista - Childish Gambino (Favorite Track: Final Church)

30. She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She - Chelsea Wolfe (Favorite Track: Dusk)

31. No - Tomato Flower (Favorite Track: Destroyer)

32. Pointy Heights - Foushee (Favorite Track: rice & peas)

33. Love Heart Cheat Code - Hiatus Kaiyote (Favorite Track: Cinnamon Temple)

34. Quiet In A World Full Of Noise - Dawn Richard x Spencer Zahn (Favorite Track: The Dancer)

35. Public Love - Littrell (Favorite Track: Meet Me In The Water)

36. AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES - Gao the Arsonist (Favorite Track: INSOMANIA)

37. Afrikan Alien - Pa Salieu (Favorite Track: Big Smile)

38. TIMELESS - Kaytranada (Favorite Track: WITCHY)

39. HARDSTONE PSYCHO - Don Toliver (Favorite Track: BACKSTREETS)

40. ORQUIDEAS - Kali Uchis (Favorite Track: Perdiste)

Honorable Mention:

Hit Me Hard And Soft - Billie Eilish, Older - Lizzy McAlpine, HEAVY - SiR, Hyperdrama - Justice, INDIGO - Jared Evan, Dark Matter - Pearl Jam, JPEG RAW - Gary Clark Jr., What A Fucking Nightmare - The Chisel, Chains & Stakes - The Dead South, #Richaxxhaitian - Mach-Hommy, I Got Heaven - Mannequin Pussy, Samurai - Lupe Fiasco, Something in the Room She Moves - Julia Holter, Brat - Charli XCX, 9 - Kenny Mason, The Art Of The Lie - John Grant, Dopamine - Normani, Where The Butterflies Go In The Rain - Raveena, Big For You - Zsela, God Said No - Omar Apollo, Wide open, horses - James Vincent McMorrow, This Wasn't For You Anyway - Lola Young, Permanent Pleasure - Joywave, MEGAN - Megan Thee Stallion, Mantras - Katie Pruitt, Romanticism - Hana Vu, No Name - Jack White, CRASH - Kehlani, Shadowbox - MAVI, Bird's Eye - Ravyn Lenae, This Is How Tomorrow Moves - Beabadoobee, Bad Cameo - James Blake x Lil Yachty, Ultra 85 - Logic, The Loop - Jordan Rakei, A LA SALA - Khruangbin, Power - illuminati hotties, Better Me Than You - Big Sean, Wild God - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Please Don't Cry - Rapsody, Found Heaven - Conan Gray, When a Thought Grows Wings - Luna Li, A Dream Is All We Know - The Lemon Twigs, Penalty of Leadership - Boldy James & Nicholas Craven, You Only Die 1nce - Freddie Gibbs, Bravado Intimo - IDK, Evergreen - Soccer Mommy, The FORCE - LL Cool J, From Zero - Linkin Park, Moth - Fana Hues, PHASOR - Helado Negro, Dunya - Mustafa The Poet, Negative Spaces - Poppy, Maybe In Nirvana - Smino, Mika's Laundry - Matt Champion, Fabiana Palladino - Fabiana Palladino

Albums Worth Checking Out Despite Not Making HM:

Stargazer - Helqvist, We Don't Trust You - Metro Boomin x Future, Bryson Tiller - Bryson Tiller, Deeper Well - Kacey Musgraves, Here In The Pitch - Jessica Pratt, Pinball - MIKE & Tony Seltzer, Only God Above Us - Vampire Weekend, Loss Of Life - MGMT, Saviors - Green Day, GRIP - serpentwithfeet, Eternal Sunshine - Ariana Grande, Can We Please Have Fun - Kings of Leon, Name Your Sorrow - Pillow Queens, Visions - Norah Jones, Girl With No Face - Allie X, Melt The Honey - PACKS, All Born Screaming - St. Vincent, Everything I Thought It Was - Justin Timberlake, Lives Outgrown - Beth Gibbons, INSANO (NITRO MEGA) - Kid Cudi, American Dream - 21 Savage, Radical Optimism - Dua Lipa, Chaos Angel - Maya Hawke, Good Together - Lake Street Dive, Little Rope - Sleater-Kinney, Don't Forget Me - Maggie Rogers, Love's Letter - Shae Universe, Everybody Can't Go - Benny The Butcher, Head Rush - Channel Tres, Summertime Butch - Benny The Butcher, Quantum Baby - Tinashe, Doing It For Me - Larry June, PRATTS & PAIN - Royel Otis, flight b741 - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, COYOTE - Tommy Richman, Idols & Vices: Vol 1 - Kimbra, For Crying Out Loud - FINNEAS, Leon - Leon Bridges, Glorious - GloRilla, Still Praying - Westside Gunn, Tyla - Tyla, Audio Vertigo - Elbow, WORLD WIDE WHACK - Tierra Whack, Black Yacht Rock Vol. 1: City Of Limitless Access - Pharrell Williams, Underdressed At The Symphony - Faye Webster, The Crossroads - Cordae, Petrichor - 070 Shake, Blacks & Whites - Big Hit, Hit-Boy x The Alchemist, The Book Of Clarence Soundtrack - Jeymes Samuel, ROLLERCOASTER - Cadence Weapon, BUG - Kacy Hill, Why Lawd? - NxWorries, Born In The Wild - Tems, When Angels Cry - jev., Across The Tracks - Boldy James x Conductor Williams, Memoirs in Armour - Navy Blue, The Genuine Articulate - The Alchemist

Notable EPs/Mixtapes:

Drop 7 - Little Simz, Scrapyard - Quadeca, Something Ether - Lil Yachty, ROBOPHOBIA EP - EARTHGANG, Might Delete Later - J. Cole, Slow Burn - Baby Rose x BADBADNOTGOOD, On Read EP - Dear Silas, The Pursuit - The 80s, King Of The Mischievous South Vol. 2 - Denzel Curry, Alligator Bites Never Heal - Doechii

Great Songs on Decent to Bad Albums:

"OFTEN, I HAVE THESE DREAMZ" by Kid Cudi

"Honestly" by Lil Dicky

"Doomsday" by Lyrical Lemonade x Cordae x Juice WRLD

"If We Being Real" by Yeat

"Your share of the night" by Gesaffelstein

"BANG YOUR HEAD" by Devin Malik x Schoolboy Q

"Nobody Escapes" by Mother Mother

"Fuel" by Eminem x JID

"Earwax" by Ski Mask The Slump God

"Walking In The Rain" by Toro Y Moi

[vegaprose]

Legend ( 1985 ) Sentence Starters

The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity.

Black as midnight, black as pitch, blacker than the foulest witch.

You are nothing but an animal.

We are all animals.

Oh, Mother Night! Fold your dark arms about me.

Protect me in your black embrace.

I sit alone, an impotent exile, whilst this form, this presence, returns to torment me.

What are you without me?

I am a part of you all.

You can never defeat me.

We are brothers eternal.

I require the solace of the shadows and the dark of the night.

Sunshine is my destroyer.

What care I for human hearts? Soft and spiritless as porridge.

A faerie's heart beats fierce and free.

Every wolf suffers fleas. 'Tis easy enough to scratch.

May be innocent, may be sweet.. ain't half as nice as rotting meat.

Are you afraid to kiss me?

I'm afraid you'll break my heart.

Then still your heart, for you are dear to me as life itself.

What is light without dark?

Higher, higher, burning fire, making music like a choir.

I vote we run like hell.

I second the motion.

You don't really mean to eat me, do you?

Oh, indeed I do.

That would be a shame because someone as fair and lovely as yourself, deserves far better than scrawny me. Don't you think?

Think me fair, do you?

All the heavenly angels must envy your beauty.

What a fine meal you'll make, be the rest of you as sweet as your tongue.

I hear a throat begging to be cut.

Are you so eager to see blood flow?

As eager as you are to drink it.

If life is a dream, better you dread the waking.

This place holds more magic for me than any palace in the world.

How do you know my name?

Did you not see something odd today, any strange spirits? Did nothing untoward happen?

Neither country proverb nor King's command could keep me from the woods today.

I do nothing for your pleasure.

Dreams are my speciality. Through dreams I influence mankind.

I've found my true mate and you know it.

Beneath the skin, we are already one.

Even now the evil seed of what you've done germinates within you.

There's only one thing I want to know.

She was so sweet, I could eat her brains like jam.

This shot be just as sweet as pie.

You willful sprite! How dare you keep such secrets?

They're mine to keep.

Ah, that's a sad sight for a sober man.

There is only one lure for such disgusting goodness, one bait that never fails.

Love you say? Well, love is another matter.

You all look like mourners at your own funeral.

That's one place an arrow won't do no harm.

You! you're the cause of all our sorrows.

In the dark is where we'll stay. We're cursed.

Tonight the sun sets forever.

There will never be another dawn.

Do you think you can upset the universe and not pay the price?

Have you no sense of humour?

Call that a kiss? Am I not sweet?