#everlived

[eclipsecrowned]

🚩 // @everlived

We're getting down to my capital c Controversial opinions now. Y'all have driven me to this. And I am not sorry for what I'm about to say.

I see the resurgence of darkfic and romances as a sign we need to back off the moral puritanism, actually. If it's to the point that fandoms populated by teenagers are openly writing content that I don't think a kid their age should be aware of, then we as the standard-setters of fandom have failed.

Darkfic and romance is not endemic of some great moral failing or anti-SJ movement. Historically, it's a way to cope with sexuality in a way that does not court shame or judgment.

You know that bit about how all our grandmas had those bodice ripper Harlequins full of Dukes or Sheikhs with rippling abs who abduct our fair lady protagonist and prove Hull's hypothesis correct? You know how our grandmas also didn't have the right to divorce their husbands unless they wanted to be social pariahs? Same maxim here. When sexuality is demonized and narrowed to a very specific, thin margin of acceptability, dark content arises as 'have your cake and eat it too.'

Oh, the protagonist is having sex, but she's not a slut or anything, it's being foisted upon her by an older, more attractive man who will eventually make it right by falling in love with her. It's a way to approach sexuality and its exploration in a way that gets a pass from the moral guardians. At this point, fandom is the moral guardian over fic, and the more we push back against sexuality or say only certain kinds of relationships can be explored without some thirty year old ignoring her kids to post about anime online screaming that you're some kind of monstrous pervert, the more we drive people towards this.

And like obviously if a fic is harmful via misinformation, poor representation, being marketed at an inappropriate age group, or used to fetishmine, by all means call it out. But don't think that everyone who writes questionable content is some kind of monster because you defined everyone who writes anything past a 13k slowburn coffee shop AU as such. You created this beast. Starve it out. Let people be weirdos on the internet in healthy ways and I promise this will taper off.

And even if it doesn't, block and move the fuck on.

[allevilsarc]

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞, indigo / @everlived

saliva coagulates in her mouth, a hard swallow in an effort to clear her throat. it also helps to choke back stupid words, things she'd say if she didn't have any pride. lucy's fingers play at the end of his hair, something shy in her face, though she doesn't want indie to notice it. a woman can still have her secrets, after all.

" is that how you see me, indigo? as something to worship? " not that lucy doesn't want the worship, but she thought that they'd be on more equal ground. it sickens him almost-- a cloyingly sweet taste coated on his tongue. she reaches out, a gentle hand pressed to his thigh. her fingers play at the fabric of his skirt. " and just that? indie, i would have thought that-- you would see me differently. " why, it's as if she's hurt by the assumption (that if, if she really got hurt). her eyes narrow for a second, then back to normal.

" i don't love easily. by that, i mean it's a human emotion that i don't really understand. what i do know is that i care for you. is that enough? " she feels like the lamb and not the slaughter, white belly ready for the knife.

[soulmissed]

@everlived, ❄️ sc

he paws the scarf around his neck, wrapping and unwrapping and stalling. snow pelts window glass like miniature clouds. (swallow me up, earth. right. damn. now.)

his eyes, cedar brown, hound floor. “ broke a neighbor’s window. ” rogue snowball. “ didn’t wanna get caught, so i ran off. ” he coughs, too. in an effort to soften the incoming reproach.

[vialaviolenza]

@everlived continued from here !

Amber eyes studied the man with a subtle tilt of her head, finally deducing that the blood wasn't his due to his relaxed nature and lack of injury. A hand would reach into her pocket, pulling out a handkerchief, which she offered with the faintest remnants of a smile and if he didn't take it, it'd be set down next to him. It was a symbol of a kind gesture⸻she wasn't there to fight.

❝ I can see that now. ❞ Donatella murmured gently as she took a seat across from him, her hand digging through a designer luxury bag so that she could retrieve her own cigarette. It's lit and she silently nurses it in thought as her gaze drifts back to the man. She noticed the word 'Risotto' spelled among the baubles on his headpiece, which elicited a hum of interest. One leg crosses over the other to indicate her intention to stay. ❝ So. . .how'd you do it then ? ❞ her lips are pursed slightly as her brow lifts, the ash on the end of her cigarette tapped into an ashtray on the table. ❝ Assuming the blood is not yours… you must have caused someone damage yourself, si ? Don't be shy. ❞

[hehosts-moved]

the great man runs an even greater academy. from its courtyards to its classrooms, even its cafeteria is something to be admired. each detail, ever-changing, is specific to what that man envisions; what he sees / what he wants to see.

he often eats alone, served in his office, and does not often request company. today, he does. he's asked for two portions, and when his meal is delivered, he requests that his humble companion stay to partake with him.

a good omen! some would say. a bad one, others would protest.

❝ sit, would you kindly? — break bread with me. ❞ // * @everlived liked for an academy starter from the great man !!

[eurosleaz]

@everlived sent: i’ve been cultivating unkindness. i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting. oohhh jezebel moment / prompt, accepting.

sadie is silent for a long moment, her lips pressed together in thought. there's a lot to take in and unpack with what jezebel says. she licks her bottom lip, a soft hum following. " i think you have to choose to be kind. it's hard, y'know? " [ right, like that's not an understatement or anything. ] her eyes slide to jezebel, something haunted in those dark blues of hers. " what makes unkindness so interesting? it's-- is it worth it? it doesn't seem like it is. trying to be kind's better. not that you've got to try to be kind. i like you the way that you are. " silence again.

" -- tell me what it's like, bel. does it hurt like i think it does? "

[eyestory]

[ PUSH ]: the top pushes the cum leaking out of the bottom back in. / @everlived

there's a soft whine that falls from lucy's mouth as she comes, her fingers lacing together with indie's. for once, she's not wearing makeup or anything she could use to mask herself. it's vulnerable; it's softer than anything she's had in a while, warmth filling her deliciously. her nails draw soft lines up and down his back, wanting to keep him inside her just a little while longer. the intimacy is nice. for a moment, lucy thinks she might cry. instead, she presses a soft kiss to his mouth.

indie moves to lay next to her, like they always do when the sex is more than just sex. there's a scrunch of her face when he pulls out, the feeling of cum seeping from her cunt a little uncomfortable. lucy would get up and clean up, but before she can do anything, indie's dancing fingers play at her cunt. she whines again, still a little sensitive from her orgasm, though it transforms into a low moan as he pushes his cum inside her. " mh, fuck...indie. " it's almost pathetic, her gaze soft as she looks up at him. her hips shift against his fingers, a soft cant of her hips into his touch. she wonders if he'd make her come again, just to see if it'd wear her out. instead of saying anything, she gives him a smile.

" -- you act like you want it to take, baby. " lucy enjoys the feeling of fullness, of being connected, though it's a little too vulnerable to admit it. " you think it will? "

[vspertilian]

❀ 🥺 bruce n carrie father daughter moment

Send me ❀ for an aesthetic moodboard representing our muses’ relationship. --- accepting

[shonde]

" BELLA. " donnie runs through the crowd of resistence fighters. half pushing his way through. weird cyborg girlfriend, had been on a scouting mission with raph for a couple of hours. and donnie's been feeling this incredibly bad feeling in his gut since they all left.

donnie's magic has not developed the way his brothers have. the worst kind of fortunetelling. he does not like being the only one left at base. more and more he's becoming more he's becoming the voice for the computer. he hates it. / @everlived gets a starter from donnie in the doomed future.

[moonwayned]

@everlived asked : you and i make a wonderful team.

a brow is raised at her comment, though she's unable to see under the cowl. "do we?" bruce offers a hand, helps her step over the unconscious thugs littered around their feet. "ms. archambault, you're not indestructible." he squats down, gathers up her things.

"this city relies on you." he holds out what she'd dropped, is careful with them. "and i won't be here every night." he's still soft with her, tone gentle and caring.

he rests a guiding hand on her forearm, is gentle as he walks her to her apartment. "i think we make a rather good team as well." he says it quietly, facing forward. he doesn't try to hide the small grin that appears on his face, never hides his smiles around her. "i will still insist that you avoid walking alone at night, regardless of how capable you are." hand squeezes tighter, reassures himself more than anything. "and you need to quit calling me just to give me donuts."

bruce hums, keeps himself glued to her side. scared of losing her. of seeing her hurt. "they are delicious, though."

[eclipsecrowned]

"Ah." Her hesitance is brief, a sputter drawn short in the doorway. Guests have been pouring in throughout the afternoon, but this one has passed nameless and unrecognized into her kitchen. That leaves a single option -- "Indie, is it? The one Soap talks about." More than talks about, in fact. Her shoulders drop by degrees as she steps into the kitchen, trying not to loom. It's hard, when they're the same fragile frame at different heights, but Julia tries.

"I was just going to bring out some snacks -- Did you want anything?" // @everlived

[allevilsarc]

the pad of indie's thumb slips past lucy's lips, resting on her tongue. looking upon her, there's a newfound sternness to his usual adoring gaze. he looks so different now, even when nothing's changed. he's got her on her knees and his heart is racing. still, he refuses to let his nerves betray him. she's got needs he aims to fulfill. "that's a good girl," his soft voice has dropped an octave. "so pretty like this." / @everlived

despite the cold of the marble floor, lucy's warm. despite that, she shivers at the initial touch of thumb against tongue. she almost purrs against the digit, her eyes closing as she suckles. she isn't in her normal wear, all dark clothing and suits to be taken seriously. instead, she's in the prettiest pink dress she owns, her hair in loose curls around her shoulders. she really does look like an angel-- or more specifically, a little doll just for indie to play with. really. she wouldn't do this with anybody else.

lucy feels her face go warmer when he calls her a good girl, eyes snapping open to look up at him. oh, that's-- that's so good, she wants to say. instead, her mouth turns up into a smile, soft tongue wrapping around the finger in her mouth. speaking means she'd have to drop the taste and she really doesn't want to do that. besides-- she's a good girl; she's so pretty. he's said so himself. being mean can come later (and not while she's preoccupied with cataloging the taste of his skin).

in response, her eyes glimmer.

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

"i cleared your schedule." she tells, doesn't ask. lavender eyes flit to him and she smiles, soft and involuntary

"we're spending your birthday together. we have plans."

" Wait—wha... "

There is no point in speaking. No point in saying a single damn word. The best he can do is nod and accept that this is how the rest of his day was going to go. Which is fine! Nothing wrong with spending a little time with his favorite menace! But god damn if she ain't forward!

" So what's first on the agenda then..? "

@everlived

[hayyafah]

" my mother created me. not the same way that other children are created though. she was so concerned about the methodology of other means that she considered the ethics. " lenore's turns up the music just a little bit. trying their best to keep it together. " my sibling and i. we were made. i was made out of science. very viktor frankenstein. my sibling is a golem. she made us at the same time because she couldn't decide whether she wanted to do one or the other first. so the story goes the spark of life hit us at the same time. " / @everlived gets a starter for bella

[vialaviolenza]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ▓ “ You’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” @everlived

Sun beats down on him with no evidence of letting up, and despite the perpetual sweat, Jotaro rests calmly against a rock formation. His eyes are closed, and the heat is absorbed into his black jacket, the feeling bringing the faintest hints of comfort. Jotaro imagines this is how cats feel, why they rest in sunbeams⸻❝ . . .Cats. ❞ Jotaro murmurs in response to the sudden question, his relaxed position not faltering as he pulls the brim of his hat down a little more. Perhaps it's not a well-articulated response, but it was truthful and simple, ❝ and. . .maybe some food. It's been a while since we have eaten anything. ❞

[miiscreants]

jezebel reaches out a gloved hand, taking ghiaccio by the face and simply ... peering at him with her feline eyes. she likes looking at him.

✧ ——— Ghiaccio, was lounging on the couch, eating some puffed cheese corn snack, watching a nature documentary. The gruesome scene of a lioness taking down her prey, maw bloodied with her victim's blood, as she goes on to call out to her sisters and cubs to feast on the carcass. It held his attention, that is, until his face and gaze were redirected towards Jezebel.

Her delicate hand held a firm, strong hold that warranted his attention. Those eyes locked in onto him were unnerving to most and in this moment to himself, but he's been known to give that same sentiment with his icy cold hues. Their feline feature had sparked his own cat like curiosity. The realization of the moment had unfazed his confusion, and now inquires were filling his head.

Why was she looking at him with the same hunger as the lioness did to the now dead gazelle? Was she thinking of harming him? Did she want some of his snacks and just didn't know how to ask him?

❝ Jezebel... is something wrong? ❞