#he had the kindest gentlest soul...

[torgawl]

caribert alberich my sweet boy :(((

[wonderer399]

Sebastian : Why he is Perfect for Ciel

Ever since I was in the black butler back in 2015, I was like 17 years old...I was obsessed with BB...I shipped Sebaxciel very hard, I still do and will continue to do it and none of your petty 'anti' opinions will make me change my mind like ever. You are free to judge me and I will judge you 'anti' back as well...You guys think that you are being 'self righteous' ? Tbh in reality you guys exactly sound like 'Alicent Hightower' from 'House of the Dragon' after she was living her miserable life with her 3 annoying kids and had to stick her nose into Rhaenera's bussiness because her 'morals' goes against what Rhaenera was doing....Therefore, stop being annoying and you guys better keep your own opinion to yourselves...I'm 25 now...and I will still ship SebaXciel..until my last breath...I may start the fandom very late , however I have more sense and adulting going on my brain to judge what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'...and what should be kept in the 'greyzone'

I have always defended Sebastian, still do and will always be defending him because he deserves it. Sebastian and Ciel both NEED each other. You guys might think Sebastian NEEDS ciel more...its the other way around ..CIEL NEEDS SEBASTIAN and without Sebastian HE CAN NOT SURVIVE A DAY WITHOUT BEING KIDNAPPED!!!!! OR WORSE BEING KILLED!!!! SEBASTIAN IS CIEL'S LIFE SUPPORT!!!

Sebastian keeps to be surprisingly being 'Kind' towards 'Ciel' by every chapter and each chapter their bond becomes stronger than ever, mostly because due to Agni's influence. And I remember exactly Ciel saying that 'If my soul He wants, then I will make sure to get my revenge properly'...Ciel KNOWS what did he sign up for with sebastian !!! CIEL MAY LOOK LIKE A CHILD ...BUT MENTALLY HE CAN SELL ADULTS IN THE BLACK MARKETS 10 TIMES WITHOUT ANY HESITATION THOSE WHO ARE AGAINST HIM ....He is that cunning!!! We have seen Ciel's Kind side as well...Ciel and Sebastian both knows when and to whom to be 'cunning' or 'Kind'...Both Sebastian and Ciel are Extremely Extremely cunning and will and does 'BEND' the rules of the game at their own advantage through their extremely calculated and refined dirty tricks and schemes ....Playing fair is not their 'concern' ... but 'winning' is ....if Ciel is the 'King' in the Chessplayer, Sebastian is the Ultimate Cheat code and Chessboard in the game ....and pawns are the other characters ....Sebastian can't be the pawn ...Sebastian simply sets up the helpful environment for Ciel to win...Sebastian simply assists Ciel in his own game ....

Sebastian is the STRICTEST, SMARTEST, GENTLEST and NICEST ( may not be the kindest ...but he is still trying his best ...he gives me more like 'TOUGH LOVE' vibes your asian households will give off ) guy to be able pull up with all of Ciel's bratty tantrums .... ( if you even dare to give off the same exact attitude to your parents as Ciel does to sebby time to time....In the white household you won't be affected that much but in the black/latina/asian household, parents will start beating with flipflops no more attitudes.... compared to that Ciel is in 'heaven' as Sebby keeps tolerating ) Sebastian STAYS with Ciel through thick and thin ...Sebby never EVER abondons Ciel ( I don't count filler episodes of season 1 because its not Cannon ) ....Sebby is not that kind of 'mannerless' character who would force himself into 'Ciel's' arm ..sebby HIGHLY VALUES MANNERS,GRACEFULNESS and AESTHETICS...Sebby knows his self worth... we even see sebby getting 'blushed' cheeked whenever ciel compliments him for his good work and that what motivates sebby to stay with ciel through their journey together...they both appriciate, tolerate, they get and understand each other and the same time they are very fond of each other as well...

In the emerald witch arc, it is very evident that when sebby saw ciel was at his worst state ...sebby gone mad and destroyed the entire german military single handedly...ciel is very PRECIOUS to him...once ciel realized how sad Sebby would have felt when he kept rejecting sebby touch...after waking up from psychic trauma, Ciel immidiately compansated sebby with constantly 'touching' sebby 'affectionately' ...its like the two lovers being aparted for wayy too long and when they meet again, they can't let go of each other that easily...their bond just keeps getting stronger...and yall antis be burning lol ...because we shippers got the latest TEA DATE in the chapter 212 !! in the victorian era it was not 'acceptable' to sit 'butlers' and 'noble man' together ...let alone sipping tea and flirting with each other...its so sad that you guys don't like something that's fine! ...but don't dictate us and don't rubb your moral dicks into our faces ...keep it in your pockets

SEBA X CIEL IS THE GREATEST UNCONDITIONAL LOVE SHIP EVER!!! THIS IS THE PUREST FORM OF LOVE !!! SEBBY LOVES CIEL FOR HIS SOUL POTENTIAL REGARDLESS OF HIS GENDER OR HIS AGE!! SEBBY IS WILLING TO WAIT FOREVER AS LONG AS IT TAKES FOR CIEL TO TAKE HIS REVENGE!!! SEBBY RESPONDED TO CIEL'S CALLING IN THE 1ST PLACE !!

[littlest-w01f]

Loving

Rhysand x Evelyn (See Evelyn here)

For @officialrhysandweek

Rhysand week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Lord of Night

Summary: Evelyn's learnt there is more to the High Lord of Night than she knew.

Cw: Fluff, cuddles, horny, pregnancy

Rhysand was the male her father had wanted her to marry. Rhysand was a cruel High Lord. Rhysand was the most horrible male. That's what Evelyn knew all her life.

Evelyn sighed, turning in her bed, well, Rhysand's bed she had slept in, her eyes opening to the sight of Rhysand asleep. Blood red roses grew on their headboard, flowers she'd created out of nothing in her peaceful sleep.

But, Rhysand was her mate. Rhysand was one of the most kindest High Lords. Rhysand was one of the gentlest males she had ever met. Rhysand was caring. Rhysand was loving.

She watched his features, and he didn't look a bit like the cruel image of him everyone else would see.

The High Lord's broad chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his lean muscles relaxed through the exposed torso. A hint of stubble dusted his strong jawline, adding to the allure of his masculine beauty. Even in sleep, there was an undeniable aura of power about him, yet it seemed tempered by an underlying gentleness that Evelyn had come to appreciate during their time together.

Evelyn gazed at Rhysand's peaceful face, illuminated only by the soft moonlight filtering through the ornate windows of their opulent bedchamber. His chiselled jawline was relaxed, his full lips parted slightly as he breathed deeply in slumber. A lock of onxy blue-black hair fell across his forehead, adding to his rugged yet endearing appearance, being mated had done him so well if Evelyn were to boast about herself.

As she studied Rhysand, Evelyn felt a pang of guilt for having believed the vile rumours about him for so long. Her father's words echoed in her mind, that Rhysand was cruel just like his father, and heartless, and that she deserved a male like him for being a bad daughter. But now, seeing the tender lines around Rhysand's closed eyes, the way his fingers curled gently beneath the coverlet, reaching for her even in sleep, she realized how wrong those assumptions were.

Evelyn reached out tentatively, her fingertips hovering just above Rhysand's cheek before lightly brushing against the warm skin. He stirred softly at her touch, eyelids fluttering open to reveal those striking violet irises that seemed to pierce straight into her soul. For a moment they simply gazed at each other, a thousand unspoken words passing between them in the charged silence.

Rhysand lifted a hand to cover hers, pressing it more firmly against his face as he turned to place a gentle kiss upon her palm. "Good morning, elskan," he murmured, voice low and gravelly from sleep. The endearment sent a shiver down Evelyn's spine, the intimacy of it both thrilling and terrifying.

The High Lord's gaze held a warmth that contradicted everything Evelyn had been led to believe about him. There was no cruelty, no heartlessness, only genuine affection for her reflected back in those mesmerizing violet depths.

"You're awake early today," Rhysand noted, his voice still thick with sleep but filled with a contentment that mirrored hers. He shifted slightly, pulling her closer until their bodies touched intimately along the length of their joined forms. "Did something disturb your rest?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

"Oh just this baby that keeps kicking," Evelyn mentioned nonchalently.

Evelyn's casual remark made Rhysand smile, a slow curve of his sensual lips that held no small amount of pride. He placed a large, warm hand over the swell of her belly, feeling the tiny flutters of movement within. "Ah, so our little one is eager to greet the day," he observed, stroking gently over the taut skin. "No doubt she takes after her mother, always ready for adventure."

Evelyn hadn't been pregnant long, nearly three weeks and the babe seemed to have figured out she could move and hadn't stopped for even a second.

Evelyn remembered the first time she slept in the same space as him, she'd truly rather be anywhere but there back then. And now, nothing could be close enough.

Elation swirled within Evelyn as memories flooded her mind, the initial night they shared a bed, when she had been terrified by Rhysand's proximity, convinced that his cruelty would manifest itself physically. Now, the very thought of being apart from him filled her with a profound sense of loss.

Rhysand's gaze softened, violet eyes shimmering with affection as he brought her hand to his lips once more, kissing each knuckle reverently.

His thumb traced idle patterns over the delicate knuckles of her hand, the other giving soothing stroks her slightly swollen belly, an innocent act filled with deep affection and unspoken promises. "You have nothing to fear from me. You've never had."

Evelyn began to speak but she couldn't find the right words, so she simply nestled into his warmth.

"You're never allowed to doubt who I am again," he declared sternly, though there was unmistakable warmth behind his words. "I know I may not have been easy to understand… but remember always…" He leaned closer until his breath whispered against her earlobe "… I am yours."

His whispered declaration hung heavy in the air between them, thick with promise and raw emotion. Rhysand's eyes held an intensity that seemed to burn right through to her very core, making her feel both seen and cherished.

Slowly, deliberately, one strong arm slid around her waist pulling her flush against him while the other tangled itself within her loose curls. His head dipped lower until their noses brushed and his mouth hovered mere inches away from hers.

"And I am hungry," Evelyn whispered cheekily, giving him a gentle peck.

Rhysand chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through Evelyn's entire body. "Hungry, darling?" He sat up, pulling Evelyn with him so that she straddled his lap, facing him. "Well, I suppose it's the perfect opportunity for breakfast."

His hands slid under her loose nightgown, palms grazing the smooth expanse of her thighs before finding purchase on her hips. With a firm grip, he guided her down onto his hardness, letting out a low groan at the sensation of her wet heat surrounding him.

"I'll feed you, my greedy little flower," Rhysand promised huskily, his lips seeking hers in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. "And afterwards, perhaps you can return the favor…"

With a possessive claim, Rhysand's lips crashed against hers in a fiery display of dominance and desire. His tongue swept past her lips, demanding entrance and tasting every inch of her mouth with hungry need. His free hand roamed up along the curve of her back, gripping tightly at the fabric of her nightgown as if trying to pull her even closer than physically possible.

Evelyn gasped into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by both the strength of Rhysand's arousal and the tenderness that radiated off him in waves. She returned his passionate embrace eagerly, wrapping herself around him like ivy clinging to a tree trunk - secure and unwavering despite any attempts at separation.

Their bodies melded together seamlessly, every contour fitting perfectly against another creating an intoxicating blend of pleasure and comfort unlike anything either had experienced before.

Evelyn then pulled away, "Alright, food first. Sex later, ok?"

A mischievous glint lit up Rhysand's violet eyes as he heard Evelyn's conditions, but he didn't argue. Instead, he gave her a playful wink before easing her off of himself completely.

"Your wish is my command," he murmured, releasing her only momentarily before standing gracefully from their entwined state. He offered his hand towards the large dining table, where with a wave of his hand, breakfast awaited.

As they moved towards the decadence laid out before them, Rhysand stole glances at Evelyn’s form, her curves outlined by the thin fabric of her nightgown, the way her tender breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, her body was changing little by little every day, and he loved each development, the flare of her hips leading down to the roundness of her pregnant belly which bore silent testament to their love.

Before Evelyn could take her seat, Rhysand pulled her on his lap, "Stay right here, my flower," he purred in her ear, kissing around it, a hand over her stomach "Let me feed my darlings. What would you like? Something sweet? Spicy? Sour?"

"The skewers… Sweet." Evelyn smiled softly, pointing to the fruit skewers, mixed with all kinds of fruits.

With a pleased hum, Rhysand obliged, selecting two skewers of fresh fruits from the spread and handing one to Evelyn. Their fingers brushed against each other in the exchange, sending sparks of electricity coursing through their connected bodies.

"Eat up, my love," he urged softly, guiding the fruit to her lips with his own. As she accepted the morsel, he watched her intently, his violet eyes sparkling with admiration and lustful promise.

Feeling bold, Rhysand dipped his head lower, nipping gently at the exposed column of her throat before trailing kisses upwards towards her jawline. "You taste sweeter than any fruit I've ever known," he growled against her skin, his voice thickened by desire.

Rhysand was many things, but the one certain thing was that the Lord of Night was hers. Their gazes locked, violet meeting hers in a piercing stare that spoke volumes without needing words.

Evelyn's hair tumbled wildly around her face, framing her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Rhysand's chiselled features were etched with desire, his lips parted and eyes glazed with lust. The room around them faded into insignificance. They only had eyes for each other.

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[bassettmemes]

FEAR STREET SERIES. ↳ quotes from the fear street book series by r.l. stine. they're not all horror-themed, but there are mentions of murder, death, and a few mentions of food.

“i have a couple of suggestions to help things along. first of all, go back to school on monday.”

"my first day back was a non-event."

"they will come when they come. screaming your throat raw will not change anything."

"i hope you learned your lesson."

"i'm not into lord of the rings."

"this must be what it's like on the moon."

"it's bad enough that we killed [name]. we can't kill four people."

"i heard the whole story. i'll phone the police."

"you've been out in the ozone somewhere since we got here."

"oops! forget you heard that. it just slipped out."

"simon and angelica fear were supposed to be the most evil people in the world. we studied it all in fourth grade."

"without the nectar, i'll perish!"

"where'd you get that line? out of an old horror movie?"

"yes, i know what facetime is."

"like, hello. it's the twenty-first century — geeks rule!"

"dreams are all wishes, right?"

"sorry, i'm on my break."

"i sound so broken up about it, even i would believe me."

"evil never dies. those who do it's work can be conquered, but the evil never goes away. it only seeks a new vessel. anyone can be the victim of evil. even the kindest heart, the gentlest soul, is at its mercy."

"what if you're a ghost from the future?"

"you're not interested in their story, you're interested in their bod!"

“i know i’m going to be different when i go to college. i’m getting my nose pierced, definitely. and maybe a tattoo.”

"good idea. let's get some pizza!"

"why is she so sad? and so mysterious?"

"i will never apologize to a murderer!"

"that's dumb. my plan is better than that."

“i think i’ll write to my mom that you and i have gotten to be very close — very close friends.”

"did you really believe i was a ghost?"

"how can i prove that i'm not a ghost?"

ever since i found out Iiwas a pisces and water was my sign, i’ve had a much better relationship with swimming.

"that was the worst, thinking a fish had eaten the eyeballs out of my skull."

"you went out with me just because you wanted to kill mr. northwood?"

"psychos are allowed to wear maroon, too, you know."

" i tore a fingernail while getting dressed for school this morning and burst into tears. that’s how messed up i am."

"yeah, well, there's no guarantee the sun will rise tomorrow."

"he's so intense, but i like him anyway."

[didhewinkback]

Anonymous asked: Imagine somethingoldrry playing golf🤭

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The smile hadn’t left his face since he stepped off the green. There was nothing quite like a good day hitting the links, especially one with this gorgeous view, the fresh Scotland air making him feel rejuvenated, human, alive. Feeling like he could take on the whole world. Feeling like he kinda already did.

He sinks back into the leather chair in the clubhouse suite, barely listening as your dad and the other gents compare the best shots of the day, his mind drifting back to the conversation he had a few hours earlier. 

He had been absolutely bricking it, trying his best to play it cool, though he already knew what your dad would say - he’d already spoken to your mum - but he wanted to get it right. Wanted to be absolutely clear in how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to take care of you for the rest of your life, how you were the greatest thing to ever, ever happen to him. 

His hands were shaking as he pulled your dad aside just before the 5th hole, when everyone was stretching their legs and strategizing their next moves. He cleared his throat a few times, sliding his sunglasses into his hair and adjusting his gloves as your dad watched in patient silence, a small, knowing smile on his face.

“Haven’t seen you this nervous since you broke my mother’s vase when you were nine.” Ian jokes and it forces a choked laugh out of Harry as he shakes his head, finally feeling brave enough to look him in the eye. 

“‘S more important than a vase.” he says, watching as Ian’s face softens, his eyes twinkling. Harry steels himself, inhaling deeply before launching into it. 

“She’s the love of my life, you know. Always has been, in ways maybe I wasn’t ready to face when I was younger but now… I’ve never been more sure of anything. These past three years with her have been the greatest of my life ‘nd I know I’ve been a bloody idiot in the past but it’s not - I’m not -”

“I know,” Ian says gently. 

“Want to spend the rest of my life with her. ‘Nd I promise I’ll take care of her ‘nd I know she’ll take care of me. Nothing - nothing in my life compares to how it feels to be in her orbit ‘nd to have her love me the way she does. She makes me a better man every single day ‘nd I’ve never been more grateful or thankful for anything than I am to get to be hers. I know she’d have my bloody head if I ask for your permission like she’s some prized cow -” he says and Ian huffs out a watery laugh, nodding his head in agreement as tears well up in his eyes. “But I’d like your blessing.  To marry your daughter. ‘S all I’ve - I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He watches with bated breath as emotion passes over Ian’s face before he smiles a wide, watery grin as the tears slide down his face.  

“Of course you’ve got my blessing, H. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Yeah?” Harry says, the nerves from before completely dissipating, giving way to overwhelming gratitude, relief, love. 

“It’d be one of the greatest joys of my life to get to welcome you into the family officially.” he says, voice cracking with emotion as he takes a deep breath. “Always considered you a second son anyhow.”

That stops Harry in his tracks, inhaling deeply as tears fill his eyes, the emotion threatening to spill over any second. It’s been that way for him, too. Your dad has always been there, ever since he was a kid and his own father figures were less accessible. A leader by example, one of the kindest, gentlest souls he’s ever known. A man as unafraid to wear his heart on his sleeve as he was to tell a truly awfully cheesy joke. Someone he’s looked up to his whole life. One of the most devoted husbands and fathers he’s ever known.

“Me too. I always - you’ve always been -”

“I know, son. Come here.” he says, wrapping him in a big hug, the two of them holding tightly.

It’s a few moments before they pull away with firm slaps on the back, sheepish laughs as they wipe their eyes. 

“When are you planning on doing it?”

“Couple months,” he says. “We’re heading to Italy once the tour’s done so thought it’d be nice to do it there.”

“You know, Ang is going to kill you when she learns you asked me and not her.”

“Oh I know. ‘S why I asked her last night.” Harry says, chuckling as Ian tilts his head back and roars with laughter. “Thought it’d be too suspicious to try to steal both of you away ‘nd I knew if I didn’t ask her first, she’d have my bloody head. She didn’t utter a word because she wanted me to surprise you today.” 

“Good lad.” he says, hand falling to Harry’s shoulder before squeezing once as they head back onto the course. What had started out as a fun day of golf now brimming with something deeper. A new beginning of sorts.

He’s snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his phone ringing, momentarily disoriented as he finds himself back in the clubhouse suite, grin widening when looks at his phone, immediately swiping to answer your facetime call.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey handsome,” you say and he can see you’re standing in the backyard of the rental, the sun radiating off your skin perfectly. God, he’s lucky. “How’d it go? How’d my dad do?”

At the mention of his name, your dad leans over the armchair and Harry pans the camera towards his face. 

“You know, bug, it got pretty intense with all the fans out there.” Ian says solemnly, “I had asked them not to come but they can’t resist when they hear I’m in the area. Couldn’t get them to stop chanting “I-an! I-an! I-an!” 

“Oh my god.” Harry hears you say before pulling the phone back to his face, chuckling as he shakes his head. 

“That answer your question for you?” he asks as he stands, excusing himself with a point to the balcony as Ian nods and waves him off. He closes the sliding door behind him and pulls the phone up to his face again, unable to take his eyes off you. He was going to marry you one day. You were going to be his wife. 

“You’re not listening to a bloody word I am saying.”

“What?”

“Harry!” you say with a laugh. 

“Sorry, love. Just got distracted by your beautiful face.”

You squint at him dubiously through the screen before shaking your head with a smile.

“Should let you golf more often if you’re going to be this sweet to me.” you say, eyes looking him up and down. “And look this fit.”

“Yeah? You like the look?” he asks as you nod, simmering eyes staring back at him. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, smirking as his voice deepens. “Just wait until you hear about my stroke game. ‘Nd how well I just sink into the hole -”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. 

“You cheeky bastard.” you say, laughter lacing through your words. “As I was saying before someone rudely distracted me - ”

“Can’t help it if my powers of seduction are simply too much for you, love.”

“I’m gonna hang up.”

He giggles. “‘M sorry, what were you going to say?”

“Are you heading off soon? The mums wanted to know when we can start cooking.”

“Yeah, we’re wrapping up here, probably be home in like 30?”

“Sounds good. I’m going to go help them and I’ll see you soon? You really do look fucking fit. ” you say, biting your lip as you stare at him. “You know, I’ve got a pretty good stroke game myself, would be happy to give you a few pointers.” 

“‘M the luckiest bastard alive.” he says with utter sincerity and you tilt your head back in laughter. 

“Okaaay.” you say, rolling your eyes. “See you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” he says, blowing you a kiss before you hang up, slapping his phone against his hand as he mutters to himself: “Can’t wait to show you how much.”

He really, really couldn’t.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hello I'm back again 😭😭 I cannot get enough of your writing, its always gorgeous. Can I be 🪶 anon btw?

Can I request ❛ your body was made for mine. ❜ with Joseph necromancer please? (Or d.m., I've never seen anyone write for necromancer before)

Thank you and have a nice day/night!!

OMG, HI ＼(≧▽≦)／ ! For starters -- your writing is AMAZING, and I wanted to ask if I could request Necromancer Joseph with ❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ Thank you sm, hope u have a great night/day !!

Joseph has no idea how many ppl want to rail/be railed by him lol

Rated Mature | Warnings: putting the romance in necromancer lol

heres a song i thought of him to

“You are mine,” Are the first words you hear, your heart beating slowly as it remembers what it is supposed to do, “And I take care of what belongs to me.” The promise he kept from the moment he saw you at the funeral. It was a for someone cannot or could not put a face to but they were important enough you were there standing beside grieving family members and friends. Someone important enough for him to be there off in the distance standing beside a tree that lost its leaves. You turned around ready to be the first one to leave when you saw him, his eyes not on you as they likely were on the coffin being lowered to the ground by the grave keeper. Then they shifted to you, you had only looked away thinking you were rude for staring. The gathering was when you spoke to him. It was a small conversation that led to many more, then led to him courting you.

Then you died.

You remember something happened, there was pain, then nothing. It was like someone cut out that piece from you, was it save you the pain?

“The embalmer did well to preserve your beauty.” His hand caresses your slowly warming up skin, “My heart.” Joseph, you remember his name because it means ‘He shall add’, and being a romantic you told him you wanted to add to his life. It is silly but his smile meant so much along with the small laugh, he hoped the same for you. “You have been asleep for too long.” You stare at him as your body is far too stiff to move, but you are able to look around. From what you can see around your beloved, you are in his castle? It is the part where all of his family members are buried. The candles are blue, a special candle he burns in this area.

“Can you speak for me?”

You try to open your mouth but it hurts, you close your eyes for a second then open them.

“Do not worry, it will take time.” His hand moves to your neck where he presses two fingers to check your pulse, “Good, I told him not to remove anything from you.” He must be that man you met the Embalmer. It must seem strange to others for a Lord like Joseph to be friends with someone like Aesop Carl, but you only saw it as he likes his friends to be from all walks of life! Well, the ones who assist in sending those off to the path of death in a respectful manner.

When his head goes back to lovingly touching your face, you tilt your hand as much as you can toward his hand. The small gasp and the way he drives in the coffin to grab you in a desperate hug make you wish you could move to hug him back. You smile at him.

“For years we have been trying to bring you back,” His confession against your chest, “I fear the worse… I feared you crossed over but I had to remain faithful.” He lays you back down before climbing into the coffin full of roses of white. Most would freak out, fearful of the love he gives, but you are not most. “Your body was made for mine.” Hovering over you with the kindest gentlest of smiles, “Your soul mine to claim.” He leans slowly down, “And the proof is you are here.”

[hopeforkitten]

A few words about soul coins.

There is a book about them in the game, and it says about a she-devil who carries a specific soul coin with her, because it was thanks to that deal that she was promoted from the rank of a lemur.

You can also carry a coin with the soul of a terrible enemy or lover.

And that's the main thing. What about Raphael, who returns and throws a handful of soul coins to Tav, they are quite fresh, flashes of red flame run over them and it seems their last screams can be heard. Tav had just cleaned herself up after the attack on the house of hope. A group of mercenaries coveted not only the treasures of the devil, but also the lives of all his allies.

Tav examines the coins and returns his gaze to Raphael. She notices small drops of blood on his face. The devil briefly examines his doublet and adjusts a stray lock of hair behind his ear. It seems that this gesture completely negates his past rage when he burst into the house right between you and the uninvited guests.

His gaze returns to you, examining you for injuries and not finding them, for a moment his gaze becomes the kindest and gentlest you've ever seen.

"We need to address the issue of security. With the help of a diabolist, any rabble with money can get into our house." He grimaced, you were always touched by this expression, because his anger was not directed at you. "Contact your familiar, check with her the information that I found out. You will take the magazine with the information from Nubaldin. And this is to untie the tongue of Mammon's skeleton key." Raphael pronounced this nickname with special dislike. He was annoyed by the impossibility of influencing her, simply because she was the Archduke's protégé. He snapped his fingers and an embroidered purse full of gold fell on top of the coins.

He was about to leave, and fought the urge to tell you directly about his worries. It was a new feeling for both Tav and Raphael.

"I am flattered that you have so diligently protected my property, but from now on remember that my faithful assistants are more valuable resources than enchanted pieces of iron."

Tav smiled slightly, relaying Raphael's remarks into simpler words about her value. She wondered if there would be a time when he would tell her this directly.

"It will be done, master."

[hirazuki]

🔥 maglor? 👀

Another one that I had considered to be an innocuous opinion, if not a general baseline understanding of the character, but was recently made aware of my error:

Maglor being a kinslayer/murderer/warrior and Maglor being gentle/kind/empathetic are not mutually exclusive!

He is a ruthless killer, if the situation calls for it, yes. He participates in everything -- from swearing the Oath to the Third Kinslaying and stealing the silmarils from Eonwe's camp -- and, as a wonderful post that's floating somewhere around here details, the fact that he is opposed, that he is lucidly aware of what his family's actions are and what they entail and what they will lead to, and he participates anyway, makes him even worse of a person than, say, Celegorm, who is fully committed to his beliefs. He's easily overshadowed by Maedhros, primarily, but also a few of the others in terms of battlefield prowess, both in the text and in fanon, but that doesn't mean that he isn't just as competent and deadly.

That in no way means that he isn't a kind and gentle person. The two have nothing to do with each other, and I fully believe that reading Maglor as the gentlest and kindest of Feanor's sons is not only a valid reading, but actually encouraged --

Maedhros (bless him, I love him so much, but this crispy boy really needs to chill) is all flaming hell and burning wrath and white fire, blood and swords and just constantly on the go; Celegorm is a hunter, wilderness and beasts and ambition; Caranthir is literally known for his temper; Curufin inherited his father's temperament (and we all know what Feanor is like); Amrod and Amras, sadly, aren't as detailed and well developed as the rest imo, so in terms of canon I wouldn't hold them to the same narrative weight as the others;

-- but Maglor, out of everyone, is associated with music and water, two elements that traditionally carry strong connotations of gentleness, healing, soothing, tranquility. Music, as the saying goes, can calm wild beasts, but in Tolkien's world, Song can also bring about destruction. And water, while it is life-giving and gentle, can also turn violent and lethal.

And I don't see why Maglor himself needs to be any different.

Everyone has different tastes, of course, and perhaps this is just my preference for complexity rearing its head, but denying Maglor the possibility of being both kinslayer and gentle soul, murderer and caretaker, is like throwing away half the character. And besides -- without going too deep into nature vs. nurture because that's a whole different topic and it's past midnight and I need to wake up in less than six hours for work -- who do you think Elrond got it from? I mean, yes, certainly there are people in whom these traits are inherent to a degree and they trend towards them, but the twins were too young to have learned their manners/decorum/history/lore/combat/etc. in their formative years from anyone but Maedhros and Maglor and, in my experience, kindness is a learned behavior.

[ooppo]

lmao, u want secrets? i guess this isnt the most risque or dramatic thing ever but im a gay trans guy who still has a lil bit of a crush on my older sisters ex bf.

they were dating for NINE YEARS and i basically grew up with him, but turns out she'd been cheating on him basically since the beginning (something i still haven't forgiven my sister for) and it totally destroyed him, which sucks because he's literally the kindest, gentlest soul on the planet and is genuinely enthusiastic and makes me feel important when i talk to him.

he's also tall and very handsome and idk! i've always in the back of my mind had this "i could treat u better" thought, even today! We're still homies tho and we hang out occasionally but he's straight and has a gf so i'm content just bein bros but MAN what a waste of a perfectly good boyfriend!! >:T

BRRUUUH lmaaoooooo what a tragedy 😭 do they have a hot younger brother???

[wild-karrde]

Woot, congrats on the milestone (here's to many other to be reached! 🧃)!! I like your writing so much, you deserve each follower you got <3 Now may I request a quote? Rex + "look what this love's done to me"

Remember to keep hydrated!

HELLO LOVELY ANON! Thank you SO MUCH *clinks juice box*. I am so STOKED you like my writing and am very grateful for YOU!

I hope you don't mind I got QUITE angsty on this one (and a teeny bit spicy). Thank you so much for the ask!

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - PiV sex, ANGST SO MUCH ANGST)

You stare out the window, watching the steady glow of the speeder traffic flow by in the levels below. The cup of tea you’re holding went cold about ten minutes ago, but you’re still holding on to it tightly, as if there’s any more comforting warmth to be had. Your brow is furrowed in thought as you sigh in frustration. 

He was supposed to be here by now.

You’d canceled your plans for the evening when he’d commed you to tell you he was coming in tonight. Your friends had groaned and given you shit, but ultimately, you’d stood your ground. 

“You’re not as fun as you used to be.” 

“You never come out any more.”

“I hope he’s worth it.”

You sip the cold bitter liquid, wrinkling your nose slightly. 

Look what this love’s done to me.

You used to go out every night you could with friends or business colleagues, wining and dining and dancing the night away, but now it seemed you rarely left your apartment, waiting for him to call or hoping he’d have a few minutes to spare to grace you with his presence. He was a busy man, you understood that, but it didn’t make it any more frustrating to be at the mercy of the Grand Army of the Republic when you’d never signed up to put on a uniform. 

Technically, he wasn’t given the option either.

The furrow between your brows softens slightly at that thought. He never asked you to wait of course, but you couldn’t waste a second of the precious time you had with him. Even the most fleeting moments where all he can do is kiss you before running to his next briefing makes your heart flutter. And the nights where he can actually give you all of his time, well those almost seem to make it all worth it. 

Almost. 

You love Rex, of that there’s no doubt. He’s the kindest, gentlest soul you’ve ever known, which seems ironic considering his success as a soldier. You’ve long suspected that’s why he seems to crave tender moments with you the most. Of course there are nights he takes you roughly in your bed, pounding into you while he growls filth into your ear. Those nights, it’s apparent he’s working through something, and you’re more than happy to be his outlet, letting him work it out of his system while you ride wave after wave of pleasure. 

But it’s the nights where he gently pulls you into his lap, removing his gloves so he can feel your skin, the nights that he takes his time that you both love the most. Tears leap into your eyes at the memory of the night he came back from the Umbara campaign. You’d heard rumblings in the news holos, giving just enough detail to let you know it was horrific without telling you anything at all. You hadn’t left your room that night, waiting until the early hours of the morning when your comm finally pinged. His voice had sounded so tired. 

“I-I’m sorry if I woke you. Would it be alright if I came over when we land?” 

He’d come in, stripping his armor and stacking it wordlessly before bringing you to your bedroom, laying down in bed with you and just holding you closely. He’d fallen asleep with his head on your chest, lulled by the beat of your heart as you gently rubbed his head. His fingers were holding you so tightly, as if you might disappear. 

You hadn’t left your apartment for two days, calling off for work. You were fairly certain the meeting you’d missed had cost you a promotion, but you’d never tell him that. You were certain he’d tell you it wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it.

But is he right? Is it worth it? Worth giving up the life I once had? Worrying about him constantly? Wondering if he’ll survive this war?

It had only been a few months. Perhaps it was time to call it off, save both of you the heart break of getting in too deep only to realize it wasn’t what you wanted. 

You had a future planned. If you keep going, it’s going to disappear. And then what?

You’d asked him last time he was on Coruscant what sort of future he imagined. His gaze had grown distant as he played with your hair absently. 

“Don’t know. Never really thought much about it.” 

Your heart had fallen slightly, and he must have noticed. He glanced down at you with those eyes that were so piercing and yet so warm at the same time. His thumb brushed your cheek as he cradled your face. 

“But I hope that we get to find out together.” 

Look what this love’s done to me. Putting all of my chips on a future that may not exist. 

Your life had been a series of carefully planned endeavors, most of which were executed flawlessly. You always knew what you were having for dinner before you met Rex, always knew what your schedule looked like for the week. You stayed late at work, always going the extra mile. And now, here you were, plans canceled yet again in the hope that he might materialize in your doorway. 

“I hope he’s worth it.” 

You sigh pressing your forehead against the cool transparisteel of your window. Is this a future worth pursuing? 

Why do you always do this to yourself with him? 

The answer was so simple when you thought about it. 

You love him. More than you’ve ever loved another person in your life. 

Memories of waking next to him flood your mind. The way his eyes open slowly, and you can tell he’s gotten the best sleep he’s had in a while. The warmth that blooms in your chest when he reaches for you in his sleep, pulling you against his chest. The way the corners of his eyes pinch when he laughs. The protectiveness he feels for his brothers. The way he pulls you close to dance in the kitchen, humming quietly in your ear as you stir whatever meal you’re making for him. No matter what you cook, it’s always the best thing he’s ever tasted. The way he whispers in your ear how much you mean to him as he thrusts into you at night, assuring you that he’ll never love another the way he loves you. Your face flushes with heat. 

The door of your apartment beeps before hissing open, and you’re jerked from your thoughts as you whirl to see that familiar silhouette standing there. He pulls his helmet off, and despite the bags under his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders, he musters a smile that makes you melt. 

“Hey there, beautiful,” he rasps. 

“I hope he’s worth it.”

Your vision blurs with tears as your friend’s words echo in your mind once more, and a realization settles into place. 

He always will be. Whatever the future holds, I want him in it. And we’ll figure it out together.

You move to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His helmet falls to the floor with a clunk as his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. He smells like sweat and blaster smoke, and the feel of his mouth against yours is intoxicating in the best way. You shudder in his grasp.

“Everything alright?” he asks, despite looking dead on his feet. 

You cradle his face, pressing your forehead to his as you huff out a laugh. 

“Never better.”

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[hekate1308]

I’m not saying I didn’t like it.

Prompt: I’m not saying I didn’t like it

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Drowley

Normally, Crowley’s affairs, for lack of a better word, didn’t last long – if they ever got past the first night. After one or two weeks, it was usually over.

Which was why it was so bloody confusing that he had been seeing Dean, the local librarian, Lawrence’s helpful darling and everyone’s best friend, for six months now, especially because, as everyone who knew about him had let him know, they had absolutely nothing in common.

As if Crowley didn’t know that.

But he didn’t have the time to focus on Dean and whatever they were to one another at the moment, because… well…

He had other things to deal with.

Simmons should really have known better than to let herself get taken so easily, but then, he had all the experience in the world. And now that he thought about it her real mistake had been to try and oust him in the first place.

At least she seemed to have worked alone. That was something – it meant the other members of his organization had at least the good sense to try and not die by his hand.

Which, of course, Simmons did even as she begged for her life. Pathetic, he thought as he let the gun sink. She had to have known that her actions would have consequences, and exactly the one she had just experienced.

Alright. Now to dealing with the body –

“Clean shot.”

He turned around to find Dean studying the scene in front of him.

He didn’t know what to say or do. Normally, he would have shot immediately… but… well…

This was Dean. And he happened to… happened to…

And then, for the first time in his life, his world was turned upside down.

“Oh relax, Peaches. I’m not saying I didn’t like it.“

He turned his head to stare at him. Had Dean – the kindest, gentlest soul he had ever met, the librarian who regularly arranged readings to children, the man who at least half a dozen people would call first if they needed help just said –

“It lacked a certain… finesse, I’ll give you that” he then continued simply. “Normally you’re more subtle.”

A pause. He hated to ask – he always hated to ask, no matter the topic or the person – but he had to know. “So you were aware…”

“Oh, what you do? Of course. Recognized you immediately when you came into the library. It was a lucky coincidence – I’d been wondering how to meet you properly for some time now.”

“Had you?” The thought that Dean might be an undercover police officer entered his mind, but he dismissed it immediately. No – that glitter in his eyes, the excitement in his voice – he knew those very well.

That was why Dean had never bored him.

He had found a kindred spirit without being aware of it.

He was walking towards him now – no, rather stalking, the glitter in his eyes becoming more prominent. “You see, ever since I was a kid I’ve had these… urges. To do… certain things. Only they don’t align with my values, and anyway, there was Sammy… could hardly do something that would risk leaving him alone with Dad. At least until I was old enough to solve that problem.”

So the car accident he had told him about right at the beginning of their… affair had not been an accident after all.

“He was the first, but needless to say, not the last. Always make sure they deserve it, though. And I’m not talking about the poor or the homeless or something like that –“

“So Ketch – that was you?”

He nodded. “Was fun.” He grinned. “I realized soon enough that it just wouldn’t be fair to drag someone – how should I say – normal into all of this. So since my early twenties, I’ve been looking for someone who could be… quite literally… my partner in crime. And when I figured out what you are…” he trailed off.

Crowley should perhaps have been shocked, or angry, but in fact he was impressed by the thought he had put into all of this. “And you think I could be?”

“I think you might be… intrigued by everything you just heard. And I already know you’re good in bed, and it’s not like you would go to the police to rat me out.”

His hands found Dean’s hips to draw him closer. “Intrigued is not exactly the word I would use… captivated, I would rather say.”

“Well, then… what do you propose we do, then?” Dean grinned again that boyish grin of his that would have convinced everyone of his innocence immediately, even if suspicion had ever fallen on him, which it most likely would not.

“Well, darling” he drawled. “You wouldn’t be interested in learning about the inner workings of my firm, for a start, wouldn’t you?”

[musette22]

Hey Minnie Bean! Just dropping by on NYE with some love and some soppiness to say that I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are, and to thank you for always being one of the gentlest, kindest souls I've ever had the good fortune to find on the internet. 2023 has been rough for me, and seeing your softness and your unwavering encouragement to people here so often helps to remind me that there are good people in the world and that there is always a light somewhere in the dark <3 Never lose that humanity, and keep being you in 2024. I hope the new year brings you everything you want because you deserve it <3 <3 <3

(ooookaaaaay, I didn't mean for that to be so heavy and emosh, soz - I'm going to blame it on the hormones currently raging through me today (on nye uterus, really?!).

Hellooooo my sweets!! Oh, this got me right in the feels 🥺🥺 You truly are one of the sweetest, most genuinely wonderful people I've met on here, and that is saying something..! ❤️ I am SO sorry to hear 2023 has been so rough for you, my darling. You deserve all the happiness, and it breaks my heart that such a beautiful soul as you has been struggling so much this year 💔 I hope from the bottom of my heart that 2024 will be a better year for you, but if there's ever anything you want to share, you know where to find me 💜💜💜

I am currently in a little cottage somewhere in the forest with friends, getting away from the NYE madness and just having cheese fondue and wine and playing board games, so I am definitely having a lovely new year's eve so far! ✨ I hope yours is fantastic too, and that all he good things will be coming your way very soon! Sending so many hugs and all the love, mwah!!! 💫😘

[sweet-sweet-petunia]

Flufftober Day 3

Prompt: Injury

Pairing: Earocorn(Larry)/Bronwen(Petunia) (Humanized!Lord of the Beans)

“I’m usually not this clumsy.”

Earocorn, was, of course, often even clumsier. But as the elf gently assessed and treated the wound, he didn’t want her to know that.

“Although I usually wouldn’t call this lucky,” she teased. “Luckily for you, I am this clumsy. So I’ve gotten pretty good at fixing my own boo boos.”

Earocorn knew this about Bronwen already. She’d joined the fellowship on their current adventure as she had been working with Jerry in his cookie venture - baking to deliver to Sporks far and wide. She didn’t quite fit in with the other elves - it seemed everything she touched turned to disaster. Still, Jerry considered her a good friend, and the more time Earocorn spent with her, the more he wished she could be more than just a friend to him.

He wrote poem after poem, sonnet after sonnet, all composed with the same muse in mind. The same elf with ginger hair and eyes that sparkles liked emeralds, who was the gentlest, sweetest, kindest soul he ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“Well then,” he held back giggles, not wanting to kill the vibe of his not-so-good flirting “I’m lucky you’re here.”

A bashful smile crossed Bronwen’s lips as she mused “Most of Center Earth doesn’t feel that way. I’m a walking disaster. They prefer if I steer clear.”

“Then they’re missing out. You’re wonderful company.” He smiled.

With a soft laugh, she warned “you might change your mind when I start cleaning that wound. I can’t promise it won’t hurt.”

“It hurts anyway.” He reminded her. “that’s not your fault.”

It was, he supposed, in a way, her fault. But really his. He’d been swinging his sword around, trying to catch her eye, to impress her, when he fumbled with his grip, grazing his arm with his own blade. He wouldn’t have been doing that if she wasn’t accompanying them.

Bronwen continued to soak a cloth in a bath of water and healing herbs, but gently wrung it out, cautioning “this will probably sting.”

Earocorn put on a brave face, but it was quickly negated by the hissing sound and wince. “Yep! It stings!”

“I’m sorry,” Bronwen muttered “it’s going to have to stay on like this for a few minutes. Maybe you could come up with another poem? Help to distract yourself?”

“You really like hearing those, don’t you?” He couldn’t help but grin.

“She’s lucky, this maiden, to have someone who thinks so highly of her.” Bronwen smiled, eyes cast downwards. “She must miss you when you’re away like this.”

“Well,” Earocorn felt the blood rush to his cheeks, a level of flustered he wasn’t really sure he had felt before. “She doesn’t…exactly…have me. Or know they’re even about her.”

Bronwen’s hands busied with preparing a fresh cloth to tie around the wound. “Why haven’t you told her? She’d be thrilled, I’m sure. Anyone would be to have such a brave, kind, handsome suitor.”

“You think I’m handsome?” He smirked, despite knowing she was too busy fixing his arm to see the teasing grin.

“You are.” She smiled. “I’m sure that maiden you pine over agrees.”

“Well if you think I’m handsome,” he spoke pointedly “she definitely does.”

“So why haven’t you told her?” Bronwen asked as she tied the fresh dry cloth over his wound to bandage it.

Earocorn watched her work for a moment, holding in a lovestruck sigh, before admitting “I’m kinda trying to tell her right now. But I don’t think she’s getting the hint.”

“Oh?” Bronwen brought her eyes back up to his, but let her hands on his biceps “How so? Have you been sending her the poems and she hasn’t responded? That may just be because we’re moving around so much…”

“Nope.” He smiled, letting his good arm reach up, resting gently on the elf’s waist. “Right now. Face to face.”

Immediately, he could see her cheeks flush as she murmured “Don’t joke about that. I’m being serious.”

“I’m not joking.” He spoke with a calm seriousness. “The poems…they’re all about you, Bronwen. About the soft green of your eyes like freshly fallen dew on spring grass, how the nights you stay up with me to watch the fire are far more wonderful than anything I could have dreamed…”

“How much blood did you lose?” She giggled. “These aren’t your best metaphors.”

“Oh no!” Earocorn fake gasped. “I guess I’ll just have to sit here until I come back to my senses…finally alone with my muse who knows how much she means to me as my only means of entertainment…whatever shall I do?”

“I’m still not sure I’m really this maiden you’ve been so passionate about,” Bronwen teased “what with how you still haven’t come up with a new poem way back when I asked when your arm was still bleeding…”

“Seems to me like someone just wants more poems written about her.” He laughed, but brought his face closer to hers in the process, gently rubbing his nose against hers.

“I loved them before I knew they were about me.” She reminded him, giggling. “Imagine how much I’ll love them now.”

[fluffyapathybunny]

For OCs and Creators ask game! Multiples of 8, D, and F

Haha hell yeah~ I'll use Ben because the brainrot.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child? Not to eat the cookies as soon as they come out of the oven.

16. What makes their stomach turn? Insect infestations and also rats. But mostly spiders and enclosed places. Especially in the same place.

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?  He is not. At all. He was SA'd during a camping trip with people he thought were his friends, but also he's pretty asexual. Not related to the SA but to the point he sometimes asks if he's broken.

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?  As an avid gamer, Ben tries to relate some situations to similar situations in a video game he's played to help make him understand, adapt, and overcome.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws? Oh very. Despite being a very kind soul and willing to help and protect others, he is, what we call in the business, a self-loathing depreciator.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? For the most part, yeah. He's always looked like

but I never had a very good backstory for family. Recently he's become more Italian.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? He's my super sweet cinnaben roll and I love him so much. I suppose I can say I hold some jealousy because despite all he's been through, he's one of the kindest, gentlest punk rockers I've ever created. I hope to learn from him

[coochiequeens]

Mr. Doran said her killing was “the reason sex work should be decriminalized.” The murder of anyone is a tragedy but of course a man is using this as a reason to make it legal to exploit women and girls.

Koko Da Doll, Star of Film on Transgender Sex Workers, Is Killed in Atlanta

The 35-year-old was featured in “Kokomo City,” a documentary about four Black transgender sex workers that won awards at the Sundance Film Festival this year.

By Michael Levenson

April 21, 2023

Koko Da Doll, who was featured in “Kokomo City,” a documentary about four Black transgender sex workers that won awards at the Sundance Film Festival this year, was fatally shot in Atlanta on Tuesday, the film’s director said.

Koko Da Doll, 35, whose name was Rasheeda Williams, “was the latest victim of violence against Black transgender women,” the director, D. Smith, said in a statement.

“I created ‘Kokomo City’ because I wanted to show the fun, humanized, natural side of Black trans women,” Ms. Smith said. “I wanted to create images that didn’t show the trauma or the statistics of murder of transgender lives. I wanted to create something fresh and inspiring. I did that. We did that! But here we are again.”

The Atlanta Police Department said that it was actively investigating three violent crimes against transgender women this year — the fatal shooting on Tuesday, another fatal shooting on April 11 and a shooting that critically injured a female victim in January.

“While these individual incidents are unrelated, we are very aware of the epidemic-level violence Black and Brown transgender women face in America,” the department said in a statement.

The department said it was exploring the possibility that the shootings were motivated by hate.

But it added: “In these cases, our investigators have not found any indication the victim was targeted for being transgender or a member of the L.G.B.T.Q.+ community, and these cases do not appear to be random acts of violence.”

The police did not release the name of the victim in Tuesday’s killing, and an investigator at the Fulton County Medical Examiner’s Office said on Friday that the victim’s family had asked that the name not be released.

The police asked for the public’s help in identifying a person who was seen on surveillance footage. A brief video clip released by the Atlanta Police Department showed a person wearing a football-style jersey with No. 2 on the front walking through a parking lot and up the stairs outside a house at night.

The Human Rights Campaign said that at least 10 transgender or gender nonconforming people have been killed in the United States this year, although many of the deaths are not reported or are misreported.

Since 2013, a total of 19 transgender or gender-nonconforming people have been killed in Georgia, the organization said, and nine of those killings occurred in Atlanta.

Ms. Williams starred in “Kokomo City,” along with Liyah Mitchell, Dominque Silver and Daniella Carter. The film, which was shot in black and white, was praised by critics for its frank exploration of themes of labor, race, gender, beauty and sex, and it won the NEXT Innovator Award and Audience Award: NEXT at Sundance.

Harris Doran, a producer of “Kokomo City,” said he was grief-stricken and, “To know Koko, was to love Koko.”

“She was the sweetest, kindest and gentlest soul,” he said on Instagram, adding: “Koko was working so hard to get out. She is brilliant in the film and when you see it, you will fall in love with her just as we all have.”

Mr. Doran said her killing was “the reason sex work should be decriminalized.”

“Sex work is work,” he said. “If it were not made illegal for purely puritanical reasons, then it could be regulated and women like Koko could be protected.”

The Sundance Film Festival said on Twitter that it was honored that Koko Da Doll had attended the festival, “where she reminded Black trans women, ‘We can do anything, we can be whatever we want to be.’”

[liroyalty]

If he were honest? He was tired. He wanted to go back to bed but his bed wasn’t where he wanted to be. It was so fucking early in the morning, that stupid dream kept him away as his heart wouldn’t stop pounding against his stupid chest.

“Stop calling yourself that. You’re not a bitch.” It was the most serious he had been in a long time. He leaned against her door frame with one hand against the fine wood and looked down at her.

“I’m the bad one here, I’m the bad guy. I ain’t a fucking Saint, I ain’t someone to bring him to your dad. I play up that stupid traveling street artist bullshit to hide how much I fucking can’t stand myself and you saw through that bullshit. You’re safety to me and it pisses me off cause I know all I do is annoy the shit out of you. I wish I could be better, be someone you’re looking for. Cause I ain’t that guy. And I never will be.”

Where the fuck was he going with this? He was just… Rambling to her at this point. “I care about you a lot, I don’t see you as a bitch, I see you as closed off, hurt by those around you. You hide yourself as much as I hide myself. But if you want the real me? I wanna make love to you, badly. Cause I got a stupid taste of what intimacy may feel like from you and now I can’t stop fucking craving it and I hate it. I want you, so bad it almost fucking hurts. Sue. You’re one of the kindest, gentlest souls I’ve seen in a long ass time and I love you.” That was… So much. His mouth was dry and he kept his distance, keeping his hands to himself. Saying nothing else. Waiting. Wondering… if she would hate him for this… Fuck. Please do, he can’t go on longer pretending these feelings don’t exist.

(X)

She clamping her hand down on Atom's mouth now. Cause he needs to just... stop. She can't get her thoughts straight like this, not with every single thing leaving him is a hit of new information that grinds on all her senses, everything she knows, an axe on the very wall she's built up around herself. Just... stop... for... a minute... this is... way, way too much.

Everything left him. Utterly everything that he was holding in for however long now. And it made no sense. The only thing that made some kind of sense was him admitting to wanting to have sex with her, but he worded so weirdly. Lots of people want to fuck her, like she's this weird challenge, but no one has ever said it like that, 'make love to her'? What does that even mean?? The rest of it made less sense. He's a bad guy, but she's not a bitch? He's mad because he's not someone she can take to meet her dad? Sue is safety? He cares about her? She's the kindest person he knows? He-

"..."

... Love... does that hold any meaning for her anymore? It's always felt like a dead word, it hasn't held any real meaning to her sense she was in high school & it's was so easily thrown around after that by others that it was equally as easy to dismiss. By people who are either dumbstruck with grief & cling to her kindness, hoping for love, or people who are only saying that because she was beautiful & fell in love with a picture, not the actual person in them. Atom was... neither. Even described her quite well.

'I don’t see you as a bitch, I see you as closed off, hurt by those around you.'

How would he know? Why does he care? Why her? There are plenty of girls out there that would fall head-over-heels for his stupid punk-ass rocker thing... isn't that what he wanted? Why is the 'stupid punk-ass rocker' the only one that can get some kind of actuate description on her? Why is she even giving him the time of day or thought instead of just slamming this fucking door in his face?? Why?? Why???

"... You..." Her hands are slowly being removed from his mouth, after a long & painful pause, eyes darting around. "... What...?" Say it again. As many times as she needs to hear. Prove it.