#every day is a prison

[nowimthevillain]

Honestly I have never enjoyed a second of being alive my whole life

[slaygentford]

nothing is ever going to hit for me like the two years of listening to people go oh well when we get lestat's story! when we get lestat's side of the story! THEN we'll know the truth! about who abused who! and then lestat, the only person that people who say that listen to, got right up there and said it was not an accident I broke him because I couldn't own him and I've thought about it every day for a decade and I will be sorry for the rest of my life. this is how I sleep at night knowing that everyone who tried to mutual abuse lestat's way out of this knows that lestat stood up in front of 200 people and admitted to every single thing he did to louis entirely prostrate without asking for forgiveness, that louis did not and never could deserve a single millisecond of what lestat inflicted on him, and that now everybody who valued their little white prince's "perspective" over louis' objective truth has to eat their words forever

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Tfw you (currently obsessed with ISAT who never plays pokemon) play a soul-link nuzlocke with a friend (in for a world of torment) and you can't pay attention to a health bar for the life of you nor remember what types are weak to what.

Spoiler under the cut :)

Guy how did you manage to un-evolve yourself

[dykealloy]

face of a man that narrowly escaped throwing hands with his ex's increasingly terrifying son

[wishchip106]

still wondering how they managed to keep his level of hygiene up after ten years

would’ve made more sense if his was matching with his ex husband

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[sparsilees]

you’d think if remus’ face was riddled with half a dozen scars, the rumour mill at hogwarts would’ve been churning nonstop, theories abound about the new prof being on the business end of wands in bar fights or having unfortunate run-ins with dangerous creatures in the wild. why, it’s obvious he’s penniless and winnings at underground duelling rings were the fastest shortcut, but he got beaten hollow repeatedly.

if remus was even slightly noticeably scarred, ron and harry wouldn’t have just left it at greying, shabby, and “looks like one good hex would finish him off”.

children are curious and brutally honest—trelawney resembles a shiny bug, dumbledore’s robes are one-of-a-kind, quirrel was a stuttering wimp, firenze may be a centaur but lavender doesn’t discriminate. tongues would’ve wagged if remus was walking about with mysterious scratches apparently impervious to magical healing. forget hermione, the non-muggleborns would’ve suspected and sounded the alarms within the first month.

[cult-of-the-eye]

the most insane fic idea came to me hear me out, it's the 19th century, jon is at oxford and he is living life as normally as he can get, only occasionally getting splitting headaches and visions of other people's trauma. he gets kidnapped by a strange man who preaches about apocalypses, chosen ones and eyes. oh and he also might be in love with him. cue the most toxic, one-sided jonelias to ever have been seen

[starch1ldz]

[letitbehurt]

A Whumpee kept in isolation long enough to fear that they’ve been forgotten there.

[moraysoiree]

heels

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless.

characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

[supermellon64]

I have a very normal attachment to this background character.

[eroticcannibal]

Some people should be locked up actually. Less people, different people, in better conditions, but some people. Some people are just too dangerous to have in the general population and some of those are too unwilling to change. Its all very well talking about confinement being inherently a violation of someone's rights, and unethical, but in situations where viplating rights and unethical acts will happen to *someone*, its better it happen to the perpetrator.

[movetonet]

title: small talk

pairing: sidney crosby/evgeni malkin

rating: not rated

summary

Sid and Geno, in 300 words or less, for the entire month of December.

introducing small talk, my project for @hrpfdrabbledecember !! i'm going to be writing and posting sid/geno drabbles (with 300 as a hard word count limit) every day for the month. i feel like i'm very much an overwriter and this seems like a fun way to get writing every day while also challenging myself to keep it brief and simple. you can check out the fic here! you can also click the image above. thanks for liking/sharing/leaving kudos and/or comments!

[mediabrainrot]

when those rumors about Mia Goth came out about her kicking an extra in the head on the set of Maxxxine and we were joking that we were still gonna see it (sorry king) and my friend said “me not seeing the movie isn’t gonna unkick you in the head” and well. every time i think about why Thomas Gibson got kicked off the show im like. can’t he just come back if he promises to be nice. him not being in the show isn’t gonna. well

[coffeegnomee]

thinking back on Vitalasy, and how he seemed to be creating a character that is faced with unlimited power, caves to that power, but ultimately decides to not to become fully evil.

And how when you simplify that, it makes sense? But that wasn't the experience of watching s4.

Just, like. I just saw that fanart of Vi tormenting Planet in the prison. And it got me thinking.

It's like he was planning on showing the descent and then dramatically revealing that it was all part of the character development.

And that works when it's scripted? Like how Parrot descended closer and closer to Clown's mentality in that one uu video and as he did more and more evil it was like, woah he doesn't realize how much he's like clown! i wonder what he will do when he does realize!

But in an unscripted story your actions are taken at face value as being the only actions the matter for today because today is all that matters because the future is entirely unknown.

And so the buck stops at today.

And that stream was just so evil. (and awesome i fucking love that stream) But he exited it not realizing at that moment how evil it was, it was all still a question, a hypothetical, i have unlimited power, what do I do with it? Because it wasn't time to let it go. It wasn't time yet to reveal good intentions.

And it just made him look so much more evil. And every time he used the exploit he looked more and more deranged and disconnected from reality. How could you say you're good when you're actively doing something illegal?

And faced with so much backlash from the players, how could it not hurt when the vision isn't being seen? And so the pivot point moved forward and forward and forward and suddenly he was giving up the power as a desperate plea to be received back in with good graces bc it was never meant to be ultimate evil.

i dunno. it's just so perpetually interesting.

The players on lifesteal resist "scripting" so much. Everything that resembles it is resoundingly attacked and destroyed. And it's not even a matter of the perpetuating member not "understanding" how lifesteal works bc having a plan is the basis of a youtube video and it's a content server.

But like, Mapicc and Zam betraying spoke during dupe war, Mapicc betraying Ro during the end portal trap, Mapicc resisting Vi and calling out the dissonance with his character, Mapicc (i'm starting to realize maybe it's just Mapicc's presence that causes this effect lol) carting everyone.

But also like Bacon resisting Vitalasy, Bacon Ro and Mapicc resisting pb&j in the meeting.

But on any other mcrp server, like in qsmp even, someone's dramatic character is accepted as just that - a character for the moment, doing lore as you do. They're handled and rp'ed with and it's never destroyed utterly.

But there's this intensity with Lifesteal that breaks the barrier of rp into like, you have to be yourself and make sense and be logical with your reasons, while also being like, I have silly reasons that are illogical because my character is flawed and isn't that fun. But "isn't that fun" is met with "I will destroy you because destruction is the fun of this server"