#duty of truth

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap's the kind of person who just does things. And by that I mean he's the kind of online friend that randomly drops personal lore based on the topic that everyone is currently on. Like you say one thing and it's "oh yeah I've done that" and it's said so casually that you know he isn't lying

Which also means that if he's given a dare, even especially if it's said with the expectation that he won't and definitely shouldn't, he will be doing it.

Which is part of the reason that Ghost sticks around him so much, because he will cause pain and destruction.

And it's also the reason Gaz isn't allowed to give dares any more

[nekrosmos]

I love playing as Price and getting finishes. Old man chooses violence <3

[machveil]

ill speak my truth in your inbox: loser!könig crying with you if you cry from taking him anal

Loser!König sobbing harder than you are, thighs twitching and arms shaking, sniffling loudly while trying to breathe. fat tears obstructing his vision and wetting his flushed cheeks, eyebrows knit while he’s concentrating on not coming immediately. König is more of a mess than you are, and you’re the one getting speared open. if you start cooing at him to try and comfort him he cries harder because he feels so loved and all he can do is hiccup and try to swallow snot and spit, blinking away tears as he to kiss you

Loser!König whose hips are stuttering against his will, babbling cracked ‘sorry’s as he holds you closer. all he’s worked in is his ruddy, weeping tip and he’s already a wreck, face pressed to your neck while he cages you in against his mattress. he’s too overwhelmed, the fact you let him touch you at all had him reeling, let alone the fact you trusted him to push into you ass. he knows it can’t be comfortable even with his anxiously given foreplay and prep, dumbly mouthing at your neck as he gently ruts into you. muffled, broken whines leaving him as he drools and cries against you, white knuckling his sheets

[mylittlecrow]

i will never shut up about jon promising to protect sansa in 6x09 and then the parallel of lyanna begging ned to promise to protect jon IN THE NEXT EPISODE. something something “if the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to chose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other what would he do?” and we KNOW ned picked love. ned loved his sister so much he lied to his king and bff to protect jon. ned loved his daughter so much he sacrificed his honor and duty to the realm and lied to protect sansa.

the writers intentionally put sansa at the center of jon and dany’s conflict. sansa’s not in king’s landing during the battle in 8x05 or 8x06 but she still haunts the narrative, her name is brought up by FOUR different characters. jon was ready to die if dany saw him as a threat to the throne. “i'm tired of fighting it’s all i've done since i left home.” and the only way to get through to him and to get him to fight again and to kill dany is to mention sansa and how she’ll never be safe with dany around. “if we don’t take back the north we’ll never be safe i want you to help me but i'll do it myself if i have to.”

and sansa is so used to being alone. she spent months waiting for robb to rescue her from king's landing, and it never happened. robb chose the north, his duty, over her. and she's beaten for the north's independence and then sold to two different families who stole the north from her. and then she finally finds help in theon and brienne and podrick but she doesn't feel completely safe again until she's in jon's arms. but even then she's still ready for more disappointment, to be separated from her family again because “life is not a song” and “there are no heroes.” but jon isn’t robb. “jon isn’t tormund. jon isn’t davos, or the red woman, or stannis for that matter. jon is jon.”

“where will you go? where will we go. i won’t ever let him touch you again. we need to trust each other. until i return the north is yours. touch my sister and i’ll kill you myself. what you did for her is the only reason i’m not killing you. i’m her family too. what about everyone else? what about the other people who think they know what’s good? i’ll protect you, i promise. no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.” but jon proves her wrong, he can protect her. he will keep her safe. because when his day comes and he has to chose between love and duty, he chooses her. there still are heroes in her story and their story isn't over yet.

[giotanner]

Captain John Price formed a team, not a family. But sometimes the line is blurred in battle between "brothers in arms". And promises are like fire on the skin, because said in moments your soldiers will never forget. So when Simon “Ghost” Riley is imprisoned Task Force 141 is not just “one for one,” it is looking for a brother. And when Price finds him again the smile is all “well, I told you I wouldn't have you in this godforsaken shitho|e, didn't I?” no more corrupt COs, no men left behind.

(The hatching of the last drawing hurt my hand for a few hours, but hey it was worth it! Hope you enjoy COD fandom!)

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[tomialtooth]

I stand behind a podium before a crowd of hundreds. I lean into the mic and say "Russell Adler is bad at sex." As I turn to leave amidst the outraged booing I am shot in the head. In the crowd with a smoking gun is Russell Adler himself.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

"Everything went wrong after David Bowie died" "everything went wrong after the Reformation"

Me, whose Metaphysics studies and medievalist interests have been heavily shaped by Dominicans: everything went wrong after Ockham et al. sustained the primacy of Will before Good in the nature of God.

[growing-wisteria]

kyle garrick who smacks your ass whenever you walk by him. doesn’t even matter if you have one or not, could be flat as a board and he’s still grabbing it.

[lesliemeyers]

y'know thats pretty goth

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Gaz: Ok so, zombies are all around you and you’re about to die. Do you sacrifice ghost or yourself?

Soap: Ghost, obviously

Ghost, severely offended: You didn’t even think about it!

Soap: It’s only because you’re hot. If I died, you’d end up helping and saving someone on a random day from a small group of zombies. After you save them, you two become friends and end up having this really weird slow burn of falling in love and saving each other all the time. Then, after a close call, you two would kiss and shit. I can’t have that happening.

Gaz: Soap, hon, maybe you should go talk to your therapist

[nekrosmos]

can u..... uhm... can u draw...nik...but pocket sized....like teeny tiny... like very small.....miniscule even.... please.. so i can Put him in my pocket and Carry him 😔 i love that guy...

I tried to make a little Nik .... a little guy to carry around in your pocket ................. hope this satisfies the request :3c

[machveil]

Loser!König whose heart is pumping rapidly when you smile up at him. it’s not a huge gesture, just a small quirk of your lips, but König feels like he can barely swallow. flushed from the neck up under his hood, he’s staring down at you, icy gaze locked on you

Loser!König that doesn’t know what to do with his hands when you’re around. constantly moving them around - in his pockets for a moment, flat against his thighs the next. god forbid you hold hands with him, he’s shaky, palms a little sweaty as he goes weak in the knees

CW: overstimulation, weepy Loser!König

Loser!König that’s bucking his hips up - head lolled back as he moves you up and down on his cock. his grip on your hips is a little too hard, the fat of your hips spilling around his thick fingers. his eyes are screwed shut, your own moans falling on deaf ears. he’s moaning loudly, fat tip hitting you a little too deep

Loser!König overstimulating himself with you - overstimulating you too by proxy. he’s too lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him, drool pooling in his mouth before he swallows, whining when you kiss him. he’s fucking you down against him, a doll in his hands as he mumbles apologies and pleads for more

Loser!König that lazily thrusts up, his face pressed to your neck when he cums - mouth latching onto your throat. he can’t stop, his cock leaking even after he’s come down from his high. it’s automatic, the way he keeps you pressed down to his base, desperately grinding you against him

Loser!König babbling nonsense when you try to pull off of him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he begs you for one more orgasm - just one more, he promises. fat tears stuck to his eyelashes as he looks at you, another buck of his hips has you going limp against his chest. he’s sorry, Liebling, but you feel so good around him. hot and tight, it has him dumbly mumbling about how much he loves you. he promises just one more, promises one more again and again

[youkidding-me]

expanding on my previous post about orym witnessing cyrus's funeral

the silken squall burn their deceased over open bodies of water or forests, so their spirits can keep travelling after their bodies are gone

because of this, they have to move the city to the closest body of water/forest

the loved ones or volunteering magic users take turns watching over the body and keeping it cold. it's also a way for the deceased to not be left alone, assuring them their community is with them until the end

during the few days of travel, the immediate family will be showered with love, provided with food and having their house cleaned by their neighbours/friends/distant family. this is to give them time to mour and to prepare the cremation ceremony

dorian's house is the biggest tent in the city, made of probably a few dozen tents connected between each other and almost as tall as a two-story building

everyone lives in portable homes but it's colorful and organized. the tents have creative patterns either weaved, embroidered or painted on them. the stone roads make mosaics of air genasi motifs

the wyvernwind home is the only one covered with a huge linen roofing, though the normal colorful tent peaks underneath it

the entire wyvernwind is dressed in linen. not entirely, though, just their jewelry. dorian is always impeccably dressed, but his rings, earrings, boots, belt and shoulder piece has linen sewn around it. his father and mother are the same

dorian is almost always busy watching cyrus's body, recepting other air genasi that wish to bring food to the wyvernwinds, hand-making the wooden boat that will burn with cyrus in a few days

orym spends a lot of time with goyan enlil-wyvernwind, dorian's mom, since zeru wyvernwind seems to have assumed most of the work on land

(orym suspects the man is avoiding his grieving home's emotional needs like the plague)

they talk a lot about dorian - his childhood, his adventures outside that city, his music, his fight - but she also seems interested about orym

more than once orym thinks if she actually wants to know about his life with the air ashari and how much it's her common diplomatic gait

"the linen?" she answers orym. it took him three days to build courage to ask. "have you noticed how our skin looks against the sky?"

goyan was the slightest darker than dorian, though her hair was a lighter blue. the resemblance to her son was undeniable, even if her eyes were green like cyrus's

"you look like the sky on a clear day"

"every day is clear up here" she said with a smile. "under all this linen, against the blue, what do we look like?"

"clouds" orym answered, and she nodded. "we look like clouds. it's an old tradition that says that, if we cover our loved one in linen, we'll not be saying goodbye to a loved one, but to a cloud passing by."

she managed to say the entire thing with posture, but drops everything she's holding and covers her mouth, breathing hard. "oh no, my baby! my baby, my baby, my baby..."

and orym comforts her, knowing too well what she's feeling

orym can't help to watch cyrus, but he's everywhere else: his hands bleed after cutting all the wood for the boat, he seems to be the only reason dorian remembers to eat and drink water, and he loses his sleep to hold his insomniac lover

"i'm such a fucking failure. i suck, i suck so much. i can't do this, orym, i can't fucking do this" dorian growls against his chest

"i'm right here, my love. we'll do this together. you're doing incredibly, i'm so proud of you."

"it should be him in my place. i was never meant to be here, this not my place"

orym swallows the vision of unconscious dorian in his arms under the radiant gaze of predathos. he wants to smack dorian for saying nonsense, but he knows that pain too well. "not a lot of people can say they were so loved until the very end. in times of chaos, you are giving cyrus the treatment of a prince."

"i barely feel like myself most of the time. i can't remember the days."

and orym holds him, because he knows how it feels

zeru comes back the morning of the ceremony, the sixth day of orym's stay. his skin is ashy and his light blue eyes have sunk into his skull

goyan is keeping him company, touching his arm, his face, his back - and he leans into the touch every time with fail

they have a family meal and zeru avoids dorian's gaze at all costs. orym doesn't know if dorian noticed, because his gaze is equally focused on the table

by the end of the day, the city is reunited, with the wyvernwinds ahead, by the edge of the silken squall. beneath them, the ocean glistens dark blue and purple

cyrus's boat is perfectly tailored for his size, filled with a few of his belongings and his body fully protected by linen. before sending it away, an old genasi lady cuts off the linen on the wyvernwinds clothes and puts the fabric in the boat as well

cyrus floats away, though always closest to dorian than anyone else in the world

dorian whistles a tune as a guard raises a flaming arrow, that flies when the tune ends

fire silently burns the boat into dust as the dozens of genasi watched in complete silence. the only heir of the silken squall holds himself up, though his fingers squeeze orym's painfully

the first time dorian and zeru look at each other is when the last pieces of brumestone fall and there's nothing else to watch. father and son look nothing alike, orym notices - zeru's angular jaw and broad built is an almost ghostly replica of cyrus. dorian's dimples and loose waves resemble his mother a lot more

they don't say a word. dorian's tears are loud and choked, cutting the night air like a knife to the gut. zeru's tears are ragged and tired, ringing with his deep voice, like the land cried with him

goyan hold both of them, closing themselves from the rest of the world

orym decides to leave with the other genasi citizens back to his quarters. as much as he promised he'd be there for him, this was the time for the wyvernwinds. when dorian needs him, he'll be right there to help and support him, like dorian is for him

the night fell, but the sun will always rise in the end

[grimmroach]

bestie @rabidraccoonsaber gave me the idea of teen soap having a mullet. I agree. amen.