#eternaly yours

[readtilyoudie]

“I remember,” Tally breathed before he could ask.

“I knew you would.” As if he had always known, despite his doubt some days prior. “Now you know how brave and courageous I’ve been through the centuries.”

He was making a joke, but Tally shook her head. It wasn’t the brave battles rising to the forefront of her mind. It was the tender moments, the soft candlelight and the veils lifted over her face, that floated most prominently to the surface.

“You know what came in first?” she asked. “ ‘I echo the same promises I made to you a thousand years ago. Yet all that time has not been enough. We have had a thousand years, and I want a thousand more.’ ”

Eternally Yours: A Thousand More by Chloe Gang

[tamamita]

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[allgarbo]

Garbo sent her handwritten “proposal” to Noël Coward:

Dear Little Coward, Received your very loved, small and tiny letter. Dear person it almost makes me wish the newspapers in this country was right. I am so dreadfully fond of you, that I wish I could forget you. Can’t think of anything more terrific than to fall in love with you. Eternaly (can’t spell) occupied as you are and in need of absolutely no one and looking forward to splendid lonelyness (?) completely immune to any female charm!! Well, this might be an English lesson anyhow I take the opportunity to ask if you will be my little bride—(it’s Leap Year you know). Don’t accept please, I would have to come and get you right away.

How you must dislike my writing this way—but—that fluttering, tired and sad heart of mine has been in such peculiar state since a few weeks ago, but I don’t suppose I know you well enough to go into that too much.

I have a very humble wish that you would write a story for me (us), if you ever have time from the theatre. I can’t beg you any harder, as you will do as fits you anyhow—naturally. Besides that I would like, horribly I think, to go on dusty roads with you and tell you little fairy tales—beautiful ones about solitary figures living in white castles on top of moonlit mountains (permanent moonlight). And as finish I must tell you that what I really would like to tell you I haven’t told—Darling, you are so “flippantly” serious.

Greta Garbo photographed by Cecil Beaton c. 1946

[kawaiibarty]

ONG YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME APOLOGISING FOR THOSE TWO ✋🏼😭

them fuckers are FUCKED UP

snape snape seeeeverus snape

DUMBLEDORE

sigh, no amount of "always" will make me love snape. tf you mean "i'll drag the werewolf. perhaps the dementors will have a kiss for him too."

mf gROW UP

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

God is a woman

Not sfw. +18 under cut.

Fem!reader x Ei (genshin), fem! reader x Yaoshi (hsr)[them/they used for Yaoshi] , fem! reader x Tsarista (genshin)

General masterlist

Ei

Surrounded by complete darkness you concentrated on buzzing sound of Electro element around and feeling of multiple hands on your skin. Some of them were holding you up in the air, protecting you from the fall as if you were made of fragile porcelain, delicate and beautiful treasure to cherish and hold gently.

Other ones held your shaking thighs apart, giving another hand a chance to dive in between your wet folds and mercilessly stimulate your most fragile spot. You felt slender fingers of Raiden Shogun's boss form brush through your hair too keep them away from your face, so your lover can see just how much pleasure her creation gives you.

Light invaded your eyes out of nowhere. Ei gestured Raiden Shogun to take down your blindfold, so she could enjoy the teary look in your eyes. You admired powerful Goddess in front of you. She sat on the throne in her own realm, here she was fully in control and you were completely at her mercy, but you didn't mind in the slightest.

Even now, when she treated you like a doll and watched you getting teased into oblivion with domineering expression on her face, you could see desire in her eyes and the way her thighs rubbed against each other. She was just as impatient as you were.

She got up lazily and slowly approached you, seemingly showing of her self-control. Next thing you know her lips were attached to your hardened nipple, sucking with just right amount of intensity, getting the cutest moans out of you. You wished you could play with her hair, but hands holding you up kept you in your place. Ei left love bites all over your chest, marking you as her darling.

She ordered mechanical hand from between your legs to leave it's place. At first you whined, missing it's vibrations against your most sensitive spots, but as soon as Ei picked up her katana and carefully pushed it's long handle inside of you everything was forgiven.

She watched intensly as it stretched your wet hole, bullying your fragile cunny. Her hand went a little bit faster each time, fucking you with soft handle of her weapon till you couldn't take it anymore. You whimpered and prayed to Electro Archon so she will let you cum. In response she gazed at you with endless passion and kissed you deeply.

- Don't worry, Dearest. We have eternity to please each other, so there's no hurry, right?

Yaoshi

Yaoshi always wanted to keep you near themselves, craving to shower you with affection and gifts. After all they were Abundance itself, how could they not adorn your body with gold and precious stones? How could they resist the need to feed you the sweetest fruits of themselves and keep you eternaly alive as a prove of their love for you?

So they placed you on their lap and hand-fed you sweet, red fruits, licking up any juice that spilled on your chin or the corners of your mouth. You inhaled Yaoshi's herbal scent, something in it made you feel so alive, so full of vitality. You made yourself comfortable, observing planets of the known universe turn around the stars as Yaoshi sustained the life inside of you, just so you could keep them company in the space.

Sudenly you felt them move a little bit under you, their thigh rubbing deliciously between your thighs. You look up to see playful smirk on their face. Their claws gently scratched your sides, leaving barely visibly marks. One thing about Yaoshi was that they never had enough. Never enough of abundance, never enough of life, never enough of you.

So they played with you again, they just had to fulfill every single one of your needs and wants and then to give you some more. They didn't care if they overstimulate you when they kissed your neck and teased your soft chest with their skilled hands.

The other pair of their arms wrapped around your waist. When they heard your high-pitched moans their hands moved lower, grabbing your hips and moving you on their thigh. Wet sounds of your arousal were like music to their ears, like the most beautiful prayer Aeon of Abundance has ever heard. They smiled gently, determined to give you so much pleasure you will have no choice but to belong to them for the rest of your eternal life, too weak for them to get up and run from their generosity.

You were so close to your release you couldn't stand the heat between your legs, so you moved on their lap on your own, desperately humping their thigh for their entertainment. They clenched the muscles of their leg for you to get off faster, and you did, flooding their skin with your juices.

- You are so good to us today... - Yaoshi giggled, collecting some of your slick with their fingers and putting them in their mouth. When sweet flavor invaded their tastebuds, they knew they could never had enough of it. Yaoshi just needed to keep you all good, sweet and obedient in their lap and feast on you till the end of the universe itself. If they keep your mind clouded with pleasure they might achieve just that.

Tsaritsa

You shivered, despite a pile of blankets on top of your body. Was there not a single warm chamber in the whole Zapolyarny Palace? Or maybe you just prefered to pretend it was Snezhnayan freezing cold that made you tremble instead of anxiety. When Tsaritsa herself noticed you on the stage during your opera performance and asked you to join her later for a private show you were absolutely shocked. You of course quickly came to your senses and agreed, but now you were haunted by second thoughts.

You came to the palace two days later, when you've been informed Her Majesty was free to meet with you in the evening. Servants guided you straight to her bedroom, not even trying to conceal their ruler's intentions towards you. Minutes passed and you were left on your own, waiting for her to appear and show you how to serve her. The walls upon the bed were decorated with embroidered tapestries, not knowing what else to do you admired intricate patterns in silence.

- Do you like them? - voice as cold as the wind howling outside the window broke the silence. You immediately turned your head towards it's source. She arrived. You didn't even hear the door open. Tall woman with sharp features and waist-long hair looked down at you. In her eyes you noticed certain hunger, need to devour. Yet, she seemed patient. As if she was so sure she will soon own your body and soul for the rest of your life, that there was no need for her to hurry. Instead she decided to slowly relish in the feeling of control she had over you.

- I think they are absolutely stunning. - you finally answeared. Your voice came off small and shy, it wasn't usual for a singer to sound like that, but who could blame you for feeling a bit weak in front of an archon? She smiled in encouraging way, but it didn't reach her sharp and cold eyes.

- I made them myself. I can't rely on opinion of my servants when I try to get better cause they aren't honest out of fear, but you aren't like them. Why are you so surprised my dear?

- I just didn't think Your Majesty would find enough of a break in her tight schedule to make something so time consuming. - you admitted.

- I always take some time off to enjoy art, as you could see the last time in opera house. - she approached the bed you rested on and sat down on it. Tsaritsa put one hand under the covers and rubbed your feet with her cold, soft fingers. You inhaled sharply at the sensation. Ignoring your visible tension she spoke up again. - So, my dear, which one of them do you like the most? I might give it to you if you behave well tonight.

You blushed and turned your eyes away from her. She tickled your feet a bit and you giggled, finally turning your gaze back at the wall.

- I like the one with two fat cats in front of the fireplace. It's so cozy. It's almost strange, that Cryo Archon would create something so... - you hesitated for a second. You were sure she knew when people weren't completely honest so you decided to tell the truth. - So lovely and warm.

- Ah, yes. I don't seem very loving to my people, do I? They don't know my heart. Or remember who I am apparently. Don't they know I am Goddess of Love? All I ever did was for them. Even if they can't see it yet. - she sighed so heavily, as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. You were scared that you said something wrong but before you could apologise she continued - But tonight, it's you I want to concentrate on. I need to take some things off my mind and you look like you can help. Do you want a taste of my love, my Songbird?

Trying to avoid any more mistakes you nodded your head fast, hoping to relieve her heavy heart with your submissive attitude. She dived under the blankets and between your thighs, pulling your panties down. She put your legs on her shoulders and licked between the folds of your pussy, up to your clit. She licked it fast with the tip of her tongue and sucked on it right after, making your beautiful voice sing praises for her. It turned her on so much she became feral, eating you messily, not caring about your juices driping down her chin and on expensive sheets.

- Go on, sing for me. - she commanded, then she fucked your hole with her tongue, making your thighs shake and your toes curl. She skillfully twirled her tongue inside of you, going faster with each one of your moans. You never thought an archon could be so greedy. The praises you sang with your melodic voice made her want to keep you forever, like a canary in golden cage. Your pleasure reached it's peak, and you came on her tongue with the most beautiful moan this palace has ever heard, loud and sweet.

Tsaritsa swallowed any juices that squirted into her mouth with gratitude, getting incredibly wet herself. When you calmed down a bit she crawled over you, with blankets covering you both and her face in front of yours. Her breath tickled your face.

- My Songbird, this was incredible private show. May I repay you for this wonderful experience? - she purred seductively right into your ear. You couldn't find your voice so you just nodded. She looked at you with pure satisfaction as she put your knees on her hips and pressed her warm, wet core against yours.

At first she went slow to not overstimulate you, lazily grinding her pussy against your, making your clits kiss each time she pushed forward. She hid her face in the place between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent that relaxed her so much. Her hands caressed your sides, soothing your mind until it was filled only with her and every doubt you had was forgotten.

Once she was sure she has you the way she wants, submissive and in perfectly relaxed state, she moved faster. Grinding intensly against you she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, leaving trail of kisses on the side of your neck and your shoulder. Your nails scratched her back but it only urged her to go harder.

She came when you did, feeling of your core pulsing rhythmically against her pushed her to her own release. You didn't expect her to whine your name out in delight but apparently she likes to surprise you. Everything felt so warm and sticky and so right. Your little paradise in the land of ice and snow.

As soon as your breathing evened out you cleared your throat. You noticed your arms and legs around her, ashamed of clinging to your archon so much. She kissed you red cheek and got up, covering you in blankets. She fixed her clothes and opened the door. You thought she was about to leave you alone, but then you overheard her speaking to the maid outside.

- In a few hours we will leave the bed. Get the bath ready for us then. One more thing. Take the tapestry with two cats off my wall and hang it in the chamber right next to mine. I hope soon we will move the rest of y/n's things there as well.

[nowfallc]

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞

That shy scent of breath

came stumbling down my neck,

and I recalled the time you held me ...

-

You came to me in friendship,

and i just wanted to make vanish away this empty smile

Because even if your life seems to be an eternal spiral

You deserve to enjoy it more than anyone 

-

I hope my love will reach you,

To make your journey more enjoyable,

You,

henceforth eternaly the keeper of the humanity

and undoubtedly the one of my heart ...

(Happy WW day 🥰)

[thelasthippie]

I celebrate your existence. Every day, every week, every month, every year. Eternaly.

[lexishoney]

i'm worried you won't understand how much pevensie siblings are important to me. how many times when i watched it and me and my siblings went like: us. how this four nerds bring me so much comfort. how it was refreshing to see platonic love between family members on screen. how it was to have siblings as main characters. how whole narnia concept was perfect representation of yours imaginary world where you and your siblings or cousins were playing eternaly. and now you miss this world like a little kid

[ego-meliorem-esse]

TBH your Francis sounds like he sees Matthew more as a pet rather than a child

I think thats the root of the problem. Not really a pet but rather a status symbol. Look at him he has a child who is a personification who looks like a mini version of him that means he is truly influential and an empire bla bla.

I consider love Arthur has for alfred pretty linear. From year 0 when Al is born he is loved fully. He is loved fully by his father (even if showing it would be less likely than cutting his own limbs off with a shovel) during the civil war, he is loved fully during the great war and the war that followed. He is loved fully today.

Matthew and François have a different love. Or rather, François' love is very non linear. I imagine it has spikes, but also periods of drops. When Mathieu is born François is proud. He loves his son but pride is stronger. Is always is for François. He has his own very kitch life, he is not made to be a father. Especially not to an emotional and sensitive lil babe. Mathieu is forgotten often and when he does ask for his needs to be fulilled, when he asks for any kind of attention form his papa, it comes to him with conditions. Yes, you can have new books imported from Paris but I will choose what you read. Yes, you may spend time with me but its going to be at a ball with hundreds of other aristocrats. Pets? Alright, but only the small and weak dogs that show status. It died during the winter? Oh well, that happens.

After a while Mathieu doesnt ask for anything. He yearns and accepts whatever comes his way in regards of a show of affection from the one who made him. If he gets attention its because he did something right, if he is forgotten, its becouse he isnt adequate.

I like to compare Arthurs and François' love by comparing their homes. Arthurs country mansion where Alfred grew up has signs of Alfred everywhere, in every room. You can tell there is a child living in this house. Not only is there a child living in it, you can tell exactly what type of person that child is, what their interests and hobbies are. One look at the bookshelf and you see what fascinates the boy. When you look at the very desk in Arthurs study, its cluttered with neat and precise handwriting with scribbles and doodles right under. The garden with fantastic and grand flowers has small patches of trampled flora at every point. The room where the child resides is always open, always visible from the staircase.

Françpis' home in the heart of Paris is clean. It smells of parfume and repolished wood. His hallway is cluttered with French history. The partlor is tidy except from vibeantly dyed clothing hanging drom the chairs and sofas. There is a half empty bottle of expensive wine on the table next to neatly placed, yet scattered papers. The only noteworthy contents of those papers is the exquisite handwriting that lays upon it. The floor is clean. The sofa is clean. The space is tidy. You can tell a man lives there. A man. Nobody else. If you were to take a peak behind the closed doors of the other rooms you'd find a room with a grand bed with eternaly disheveled blankets and pillows along with pieces of clothing hanging from the edges. Its a used bed. This bed is used by a man. Another peak behind another door at the end of the hallway shows a guest bedroom. A guest bedroom for a child. Some ten books are stacked neatly on the small yet elaborately decorated table next to the bed. A bed with clean and unwrinkled bedding. The colors of the room match to a fault except for the small personal items of the guest child. One could assume the child had no idea what the room they are staying at would look like and whatever it did look like, theyd spend so little time there that in the end it doesnt matter how it looks. The closet is extensively decored with patterns of gold and light blue without a scratch on it. The floor is clean and tidy. It would seem the child forgot to bring any toys while residing here. One wouldnt be at fault for thinking this man has some distant relatives or personal friends with children, and would ocassionaly let them stay at his home.

It's a long conparison but its the best way i can explain myself while sporting a pulsating headache after a long day of classes

So yeah, while I dont think Mathieu is in a position of pet by his father, he is in a position of child who is the result of an one night stand and has to visit his father whenever the court decides and whenever his father decides its convenient.

[blake-quietly]

Emails, notes and secrets from the Sky

By Evonne Blake

Dear Canary,

My World’s Round cheeked thing of fumbled nouns.

A lover’s child so bright chested and then a younger baring,

when lives were longer and screaming smiley truth.

A cloistered creature Intoning arrows set to wounding an atmosphere

Who is helpless but to love each then lose all.

Your Sky x

Hi Mankind,

A precursors hands are always best dusted with a day dark love.

Ever Ready with a sleepless grin as though painted,

My shadow pitch canvas adorned by your freckled light.

A patchwork fan - eternaly at mending and Blending,

Stormy days with balmy juncture.

From Sky (opened)

Dear Canary and Man,

Time mines each annual wax light,

And sets to Drifting all unworldly aspiration.

To take you all searching closer to a center.

I Watch who flies and who falls.

- Your mutual Sky

[va-tosca]

Okay, so Doctor Who Target book based on the "Time Monster" has this scene I have wanted to talk about.

This one. This scene is weird. I never thought that someone like Jo Grant would just say "Nah, I wouldn't torture Master." You know, the same Master that killed so many people in front of her; the same Jo that could fight freaking Master's hypnosis - the thing that so many people failed to do. What a weird thing to say about a person who is a nuisance to your world. We probably need more Doctor's companions, who, like Martha wanted Master dead.

Edit: okay, that was somewhat uh... Radical of me to say that he deserves to suffer eternaly, but maybe don't put him in a freaking five star hotel-ish prison after he makes something stupid. You know, like they did in classic DW. Maybe he shouldn't suffer, but at least face consequences of his actions...

[mandrozteam]

This Darksiders fanart started a long time ago, maybe some peoples already seen the WIP. And it surely is on of the most detailed drawing we made (for the moment hehehe). It's not perfect there is some little things to correct I think, but we cant stay on it eternaly. Nothing is perfect, and it's also by making mistakes that we learn !

And Happy New Year for sure ;) I hope you will achieve your plans, and remember to take care of yourself ! -Oz

[flintlock40]

PART 5: You remain there in the silence and darkness for what seems like hours, although it's probably only a few minutes, you have no way of knowing for sure. You are scared, nervous unsure of what's about to happen or when it will happen. You wait....................suddenly the room is bathed in a dim red glow. The TV, which is still in front of you, starts flashing pictures again. Images of women being whipped, choked, raped, degraded, humiliated, tortured. But also women experiencing what appeared to be extreme pleasure, being pampered, being treated like princesses. All of this imagery, mixed together is confusing. You're terrified. Then you hear a door open behind you and you hear a stern sounding female voice. My name is Mistress Maddeline. You will refer to me as Ma'am or Mistress. Any violation of that rule will result in punishment. Any resistance to anything I try to teach you will result in punishment. You will not speak unless spoken to, Any violation will result in punishment. You will comply completely and totally, without question. Any violation will result in punishment. Do you understand? You pause........unsure of what to say, you understand what she has told you but you don't understand what's happening or why. Suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your exposed ass and hear a loud CRACK. She asks again, Do you understand? Y-y-y-yes. You answer in a shake voice. CRACK. Yes what? Yes I understand. You answer, whimpering in fear and pain. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Wrong again you stupid, worthless little piece of shit! The correct answer is, Yes I understand Mistress. Now do you understand? You are sobbing now, Yes I understand Mistress, you whimper. She walks around in front of you and you see her for the first time. She's tall. Probably over 6 feet with her high heeled knee boots. She towers over your tiny, petite 5 foot 1 inch frame. She has long, dark hair, done up in a single braid that reaches almost to her waist. She's much older than you, you guess somewhere around 45, but very fit and attractive. She shows no emotion as she walks toward you. She lowers her head so she is face to face with you her dark eyes stare into yours. Your benefactor is a very dear friend of mine and he has asked for my help. He took you in off of the streets and has given you a better life than you could have ever had on your own. So far he has gotten nothing in return. I'm here to see to it that you are eternaly greatful to him and that you will give him what he deserves for saving you. He can see and hear everything that happens in this room and I take my directions directly from him. Do you understand? Y-y-y-yes Mistress, I understand, but...... she puts her hands around your throat and starts choking you hard. There's no "but" to it, you stupid bitch. Either you understand or you don't. It's simple. Now do you understand why I'm here or not? She releases her hands from your throat. You gasp for air. Yes Mistress, I understand. What is your name? She asks. Ashley. She slaps your face. That is no longer your name. You have no name, you are simply an object. Do you understand? You don't understand, this is so confusing and terrifying, you don't really understand any of it. You don't know how to answer. You are afraid that if you say you don't understand, she will hurt you again. But at the same time you are afraid of what she will do.if you are dishonest. N-n-no Mistress, I don't understand. You tense up in anticipation of another slap, but it doesn't come. Instead she simply explains, You are no longer a person, you are simply an object, a piece of property, no different than a chair or table or anything else a person might own. You are theirs to be used in any way they wish and to be used by anyone they wish to share you with. People don't generally give tables and chairs names. Likewise you have no name. You will simply be referred to as an object. Do you understand? You are crying now. This was very upsetting to you but you think you are beginning to understand what's happening. Yes Mistress, I understand.

[lorifragolina]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Thanks @rindecision for the tag. I started writing in the middle of the year, and I have many periods of stop, so my goal for 2024 is just find a way to write more regularly.

Words and Fics

90,741 published words

23 published works

1 ongoing WIP on Ao3

10+ unposted WIPs

New ideas every day XD

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My fandom fic events in 2023

@steddiebang - To be published

@steddieholidayexchange - To be published on 30/12

@harringroveholidayexchange - To be published

@harringrovebigbang - To be published

@st-rarepairbang - Hot for teacher with @alicetallula

@steveharringtonbingo - Groundhog diaries

@eddiemunsonbingo - Jailbird

@mungroveweek - A Way back on - Picture of us

@mungrovebingos - Sweet Pies (8 chapter fic)

@rarepair-roulette - To be published

@steddiemicrofic - Upside-down is a pecan cake - A spell and a charm

@steddieholidaydrabbles - The last campaing

@harringrovekinktober - The glimpse

@now-showing-at-the-hawk-events - Eternaly together (Ladyhawke inspired)

@harringrovemovember - Trust

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[blacksitebazaar]

What are your twos feelings on Urbanshade?

(P.S. both of your art styles are nice!)

"...I mean...Can i have any feeling that isn't negative?...Again, i do have some memory problems, but in the instance of my memories with them, i feel like that's for the better....Just getting reminded of how they tested my regeneration abilities give me...Chills. Also...I don't like how they treat the expendables they send here, i understand a lot of them did commit crimes, but in my opinion, most of them do not deserve to go through something like that...They're basically sending those people to suffer eternaly just for the small chance of actually getting their freedom."

"....And also, sometimes, i feel weird seeing an employee from there...It's like...A familiar sentiment?....But eh, this is probably because of all the tests, but it' weird none the less."

(AWWWW THANK YOU ANON AIDIEKRRKCK THATS REALLY SWEETTTTTT ;;;;;;; UEEEUEUEEEEUEEEEEUEEEEE - Mod Clown)

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"They saved my life. Not in the 'retrieving from death row' way. But I can't say I'm pleased. I went through so much and lost so much to have that, and in the end, what good is some more years of life if I have to spend them here?"

[mod cash: thank you!!!]

[x-3mb3r-x]

take this like a bullet to your askbox,

a knife twisting into your notifications

may you never know how to answer asks properly and feel eternaly bad about giving off the wrong message

i curse thee for all of time!

anyway whats your favorite color? no reason! dont worry about it

this implies I knew how to answer asks in the first place

also uhhh I like purple and gold a totally reasonable amount it’s not like that’s like my whole unifying aesthetic across my account or anything hahahahha