#don't perceive me

[carrionsflower]

Walton Goggins as Lemuel Childs in THEM THAT FOLLOW (2019)

[sylusenthusiast]

/SURRENDER.

ෆ genre : one-shot with a dash of spiciness. ෆ pairing : sylus x you / sylus x reader

The stars outside Sylus's garage glitter like frozen diamonds, distant and unfeeling, much like the man standing across from you. The strange silence fills the room, as you take in the man in all leather as he leans up against his motorcycle. You had been exploring his expansive home and found your way here after avoiding Mephisto, Luke and Kieran despite having been here various times before.

Sylus liked to keep you close when he felt you were too close to danger. He knew you hated it, but he loved telling you what to do - especially when you listened.

"You enjoy control too much," you say, your voice low but challenging, stepping toward him from the shadows. The dim light hanging from above casts a faint blue glow over his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw, and the tension in his stance.

His gaze narrows, his lips curving into a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. "Control keeps me alive. It's kept you alive too, in case you've forgotten, kitten."

You don't flinch at the nickname, standing your ground as the space between you crackles with tension. Sylus is always calculating, always one step ahead, never allowing anyone to see beyond his carefully crafted exterior. But tonight, something in him seems different. His eyes flicker with a darker intensity, a restrained hunger that he's trying to keep in check.

"Maybe you should try letting go," you suggest, your voice bold, though your heart races at the audacity of your words.

Sylus arches an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. His hand reaches out, and his fingertips brush against your arm, the touch feather-light but electrifying. "Letting go?" he repeats, his tone going lower and more dangerous. "You think you're up for that kind of challenge?"

Your breath hitches, and before you can respond, he pulls you toward him, standing between his long legs as he manspreads while on the bike. His lips hover near your ear, a raspy voice leaving them. "I control everything here - every system, every weapon, every outcome. What makes you think you can change that?"

You look up at him, your pulse quickening. "Because I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You're not as untouchable as you want everyone to believe."

For a moment, his mask slips. His expression darkens, and there's something raw, something vulnerable in his eyes that you've never seen before. Sylus's hand moves from your arm to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though his tone wavers slightly. It's not just a threat - it's a confession.

"Then why don't we both take the risk?" you challenge, pushing back against the control he clings to so tightly.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. And then, as if something snaps, his lips crash against yours. It's not the careful, calculated Sylus you've come to know - it's raw, intense, filled with need. His kiss is possessive, yet there's a desperate edge to it as if he's been holding back for too long. His hands roam over your body, exploring, but still, there's a sense of restraint in him, a constant battle with himself.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, letting out a shaky sigh. "For once, let go. Let me take control."

His eyes search yours, the flicker of uncertainty there again. Slowly, his hands relax their grip, and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin.

"Fine," he murmurs with a growl. "But only for tonight."

[hnnn-fable]

Oh shoot, big poofy wedding dress alert

[salvatorewinchesters]

THE TWILIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN PT 2 dir. Bill Condon, 2012

[moths-obsessions]

why did it take poolverine to make me understand the appeal of omega verse.

[kismets-barista]

And he'd clutched the egg tightly, the trolling's bloodshot eyes going wide with panic as he let out a shout riddled with pain.

"NO! No, Grandma. I gotta take care of him. Mama said so. Mama told me to take care of him."

Grandma Rosiepuff reached out for the egg, huffing softly as she couldn't stop JD from shoving it into his own hair. The poor boy shaking from adrenaline that coursed through him like rough waters over a fall.

"John Dory, you need to give him to me, honey. I need to make sure he's okay."

And something snapped inside of John Dory that day. Protection over the unhatched trolling, growing stronger and stronger as if he was a fire splashed with gasoline.

"NO, Grandma. He's mine now. I have to take care of him. No one else."

And that day was the first time JD would know the color grey in his life.

You ever just have emotional playlists. Anyways don't perceive me or this it's for a thing I'm gonna write later perhaps.

But since I'm down here. Massive headcanon of mine is that JD took on the parenting for Branch and his brothers, especially after the passing of his parents. (Unless this is stated canonically elsewhere, in my JD lore they were taken by the Bergens, on a picnic with only JD and the egg. His glove is from his mother, the goggles a gift from his father he grew into.) He began blooming into a perfectionist, trying to give his brothers the best life he could whilst pushing himself aside. Hashtag oldest sibling problems.

Anyways, I appreciate you if you read this far! Ty and if y'all want more of this there is PLENTY. Enjoy your day/afternoon/night! 💜🌟🫧

[mistressemmedi]

Yuki... Baby girl 😭

[lunarriviera]

me: [wakes up, cracks knuckles] me: [goes into #thefirstshot tag like it's breakfast]

[chronicallydragons]

Finally getting a book deal and preparing for publication is like can’t believe I spent more than half my life trying to get published and now I actually have to talk about it 😅

[nanamis-bigtie]

breeding kink - but you're fucking him

[nectardaddy]

just sent the most embarrassing voice note of my life goodbye 😭😭😭

[simultaneously-sick-and-calm]

I'm stuck on this, so please have some of this brain rot.

I am torn about who I think this fits the best but we're gonna roll with Katsuki.

Katsuki x you. Soulmates au if you squint. Fluffy little blurb because I'm apparently trying to make myself soft for him. I'm wearing clown shoes right now don't look at me lmao

He's a creature of habit.

He wakes up at 5, goes for a run, and returns to start his day just the same way every single day.

So when you become a part of his routine, those habits extend to the way he interacts with you. Having you around was an adjustment, sure, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. He found quickly that he sleeps more peacefully on the nights you stay over. It's almost like something has notched into place in his soul. A piece that was, not missing, but misaligned before you.

He doesn't pay it too much mind though. He likes having you around. He likes you. So, for him it's as simple as that.

8 months in and you're staying at his place more often than not, and he has fully adjusted to his new routine. He wakes up at 5, five days a week. 6:30 on his days off now, because that's when you wake up. His watch vibrates to stir him from heavy sleep, instead of his phone sounding a loud alarm like it used to. It wasn't a complicated change, just something that he did one weekend after you'd had a hard stretch at work and he never went back to the old habit.

He doesn't think it's harder to get out of bed, but he does hesitate. Just for a second so he can look over your body still at rest.

The soft flutter of your lashes, covering the eyes he loves to get lost in.

The way your chest rises and falls so gently, even if the rest of you is askew from the restless hours between the sun's presence.

Now, every morning, before he gets out of bed, he kisses you softly on the shoulder, right in the spot where your gorgeous skin has an inconsistency.

He made a habit of nuzzling you, squeezing you, kissing you in that spot during the first months of your relationship, and he didn't notice the spot until you stood before the bathroom mirror one night, getting ready for bed.

Something about it tugged him closer, and he thumbed over the spot. Looking at it over your shoulder while he gathered you close in his arms.

"This always been here?"

You roll your eyes, but smile wide in that way he loves best. "Yea, it's been there my whole life. I thought you knew."

"Never noticed before, jus' like kissin' you there." He mumbles, nuzzling into the slope of your neck and relaxing a little more at the way your hand cards through his hair.

"They say that marks like that appear in the places where you were kissed in a past life."

"Yea?"

"Yeah."

He lets his head fall then, caressing your skin with his lips one more time in that spot before he pulls away to get in the shower.

Katsuki has never really believed in soulmates, but he thinks maybe, it could have been him. In another life, that left the mark on you.

A small assurance that he could find you again.

Maybe.

[machinationsofthedead]

only tolerable social media deserves food i give food don’t repost or use as pfps thanks

[newmsies]

weird question but can i have Oscars arm, gimme, i wanna see if it still counts as a sin to tattoo it if it's not attached to him

[meredoubt]

I'm super normal about House de Riva's most dangerous knight.

[bronnichiwa]

FFXIVWrite; Day 10 - Stable

Day 10 - Stable

Edmont de Fortemps knows the pain of losing a child.

During Ultima Thule, it almost happens again.

Edmont de Fortemps loved all of his children equally.

That he loved Emmanellain and Artoriel went without saying.  That he loved his bastard son the same was peculiar, even in the more progressive parts of Ishgardian society.  His now-late wife had taken issue with it, of course, but Edmont was always one who looked towards the future.  If his children were to be the future, he could hardly hold his own transgressions against them.

From the first day he held Haurchefant in his arms, there was no question that the boy was his, and that only made his untimely passing all the more painful.

In Ishgard, it was extremely common for parents to outlive their children.  That they lived in the fires of war meant that the young were always in more danger than the old, and this was something that Edmont had grown to understand over the years.  Still, this didn’t make Haurchefant’s passing hurt any less.

Edmont understood all too well why there wasn’t a word for parents who outlived their children.  He felt as if his own being was being ripped to shreds, as if the world had lost all of its vibrancy in a matter of moments.

It would have been easier, perhaps, if there was someone he could blame.  If he could look at the Warrior of Light and think that without their existence, his son would still be here.  But doing so would be nothing if not an insult to Haurchefant’s memory, and Edmont had grown a soft-spot for the Warrior of Light.

Somewhere along the line, the Warrior of Light had become his child, too.

He had never meant for it to happen.  Edmont had, in fact, denied Haurchefant’s initial pleas to offer the Warrior and her friends aid.  But Edmont was nothing if not full of love, and given the soft spot he held for his son, he couldn’t find it in himself to say no.  Not when Haurchefant was this passionate. 

With the Warrior of Light under his roof, he quickly became enamored.  He’d expected a selfless savior, someone who spoke quietly and only ever put others’ needs above their own.  He’d expected a saint, much like the ones that were written about in Ishgardian tradition.  That he’d found instead someone entirely more human awakened his parental instincts once again.

He did his best to support the Warrior of Light while she was in Ishgard, even if it only amounted to giving her somewhere to stay.  Edmont had been a parent long enough to know what his children needed, after all, and the Warrior of Light lacked nothing if not stability.  He strove to provide a warm hearth and a welcoming home.

All children eventually leave the nest, however, and the Warrior of Light was no exception.

Old as he was, Edmont was unable to travel.  Instead, he received his updates from Ser Aymeric.  Ala Mhigo, Sharlayan, Thavnair; all were places he’d never been, but he relished in hearing about them all the same.  That the Warrior of Light never came to him directly didn’t escape his notice.  There was some part of her, he surmised, that held herself accountable for Haurchefant’s death.

Edmont longed to give his daughter a hug, longed to tell her that it wasn’t her fault and she shouldn’t blame herself.  But, he knew that some things couldn’t be rushed, and such blatant displays of emotional awareness were all but foreign in Ishgardian society.

Instead, he makes sure that his house is always ready to receive company.  He makes sure that his house is always a home, always somewhere she and her companions can escape should the situation call for it.

When he receives the call, Edmont acts no differently.

The former Count Fortemps has known Aymeric for most of the younger Elezen’s life, and Edmont has never heard him so distraught before.  It takes him a long time to parse what Aymeric is even saying: the Warrior of Light was gravely wounded in a faraway corner of the galaxy and is currently in critical condition.  They’re waiting for her to stabilize, Aymeric explains, but they don’t know that she will.

Without much else to do, Edmont de Fortemps works to make his house a welcoming home.  He makes sure the drapes are changed, and he makes sure the guest room is ready.  That there is a metaphorical sword of damocles hanging over his heart, threatening once again to shatter him into a million pieces, does not deter him.  That his world could once again be stripped of color does not make him stop.

After all, there is little an old man can do from this far away, save for make a stable home.  Save for make somewhere to return to.

When the dust settles, and Rose is fully healed, she returns to Fortemps Manor.  Though the decorations have changed, it’s just as warm and inviting as she remembers.  In a world of chaos, where things can change between seconds, it’s home.

And Edmont is there to greet her with a smile, as if she never left.