#help i'm losing my mind

[lemon-eaterr]

Smoked that weed that makes you pathetically desperate for gay t4t sex

[lostgracestories]

... Yeah, that brain train is chugging along. But Enemies to Lovers! I'm a sucker for that trope!

Anyhoo, what might your headcanons be for Enemies to Lovers, regarding - of course - the Omen Twins? 😅

My loyal omen obsessed pookie <3 I too am obsessed with enemies to lovers. Honestly, I think it's hard to imagine Mohg as an enemy (my cutie patootie <3) so I shall do my best. You know damn well I be eating up the Morgott/Tarnished enemies to lovers shit.

Anyways, I'm writing this is class so BEAR WITH ME <333 (I lowkey shifted into story mode again so eat it up loveys <3) SORRY NOT SORRY

wc: 808 tw: Mohg being obsessed with blood, violence, gore, Morgott being a pervert, is it 18+ if it's implied? idk

Sour Yet o, so Sweet

Mohg

Mohg had fought you tooth and nail, cutting you down each and every time you persistently rose from that ridiculous site of grace outside his mausoleum. Every time he caught the scent of your blood it drove him mad, his blood boiled. You had rambled about his dynasty being a sham, questioning his motives. He hated it. He hated you.

After a fight that had resulted in you above him, blade to his neck, his heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he gazed up at you. For a moment, he had forgotten that you were about to kill him. Mohg had to steel his wits before he just barely scraped by, knocking you down once more. Oh, he hated that feeling. He loathed how it felt to just look at you. putrid little dove...

Mohg found himself shocked when his chest began to ache in your absence. It had been months since you had attempted to fight him and knock him down. You had come so close. Mohg paced around, distraught over the feeling that was wrecking his psyche. He needed to fight you. Needed to see you. He needed to scent your blood, over and over as he pinned you beneath him... Oh... such a bittersweet feeling...

When Mohg saw you standing in front of him again, ready to fight after months of being apart, he was furious. How could you leave him? His putrid little dove... how dare you abandon him like you had. The fight was heated. Mohg rambled mindlessly over how vile you were, how much he hated you, and how dare you leave him for so long. The last comment caught you off guard and you stumbled back. He pinned your wrists against the floor as he loomed over you and for the first time, no one struck the other. No one tried to kill the other. Mohg watched the confused expression on your face as his face bent closer. "My putrid little dove" He'd snarl "What have you done to me" He would revel in the scream you let out as he sunk his fangs into you, if only to smell that sweet scent of your blood... Oh, how he hated you... but he loved it so much.

Morgott

Morgott could not stand you. How you rambled to him every time you came before him at the base of the erdtree. He loathed those wide doe eyes you gave him every time he sunk his shiny golden blades into your skin. He hated the noise that you let out, a faint whimper, as death took you over and over and over again. He wished you would just give up and quit your fruitless attempts at bringing forth an era of peace. He would be damned if he allowed you to destroy all he had left.

When you stopped coming before him to fight him, at first, Morgott was relieved. No more rambling about how cruel the world was and how you sought to fix it, no more wide doe eyes looking up at him, wet with tears... would you look that way for him? No, absolutely not. He would not dare to venture down such a degenerate spiral of thoughts and yet... he could not help but indulge himself in such thoughts.

As soon as you stood before Morgott again, something in the air between you had changed. Morgott did not lunge at you this time, he did not conjure any incanted weapons, and most curiously; his tail seemed to swish behind him... calmly. You refused to strike him if he did not attack first, he knew this, he was manipulating you accordingly.

You could not gauge how long you stood there until you realized that the look in Morgott's eye was hungry as he studied you from a safe distance. He was not scared of you, rather, he was scared of himself. What had befallen him to bring him to such degeneracy? Such thinking had no place in his mind. Not as a king and certainly not as an omen.

Morgott's hungry eyes wandered over your stomach and he imagined those wide doe eyes, staring up at him in shock as blood soaked his hand and incanted golden blade. The thought sent a prickle through his tail and up his spine, his blood boiling and running cold all at once. "Thou art a vile little seductress" he would claim, to your confusion, as he finally strode toward you, golden blade in hand. Perhaps, one more look at those big, wet eyes would ground him, pull him down from your ridiculous capture around his mind. Oh he hated you, loathed you. He wished you would stay dead and quit haunting his nightmares. Yet... the feeling that bubbled in his chest with the thought of you, despite it's ache, was so addicting... what a cruel fate...

[magenta-storm]

Only 1 year until I can use this gif to describe waiting for Sherlock Holmes 3.

[zhoras-bitch]

That one scene from the very beginning of Kimi no na wa/Your name is so Laia x Ezel (aka modern Lale x Hasan), just listen:

'Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must have had I can never recall. But the sensation that I’ve lost something lingers for a long time after I wake up. <...> I am always searching for something... Or someone.'

[somerandomartistontheinternet]

Ever get inspiration to draw but then you realize that like... Your so tired that you can't do art, but if you go to sleep, you'll lose your inspiration or idea or whatever, and if you go to sleep, and somehow you're still tired, you'll end up getting an idea again. Infinite loop of pain.

Wtf was I thinking typing all this

[vangbelsing]

MARY KIRBY TALKING ABOUT LUCANIS ON BLUESKY!!!!!

Ooooh, this character is going to drive me INSANE. He loves paella and coffee and has so much trauma.... I need him biblically.

Also what does redacted stand for Mary???? WHAT IS REDACTED??????!!!

[supreme-leader-stoat]

"Hm, I've already established that this nation in my story has a lot of sunflowers as a background detail, I should take five minutes real quick to see what those can be used for."

🎶You can eat the stalks! You can eat the leaves! You can eat the petals! You can eat the seeds! You can eat the tubers! Turn 'em into booze! Go and plant some sunflowers! If you don't you lose! 🎶

[cypressmoons]

pls does anyone speak latin on this website who can so kindly help me with choosing a username 👉👈

[wentian]

HADES II gifs (6/?)

[sunlit-mess]

if it’s not too personal, why would you prefer staying with at your mother’s? Is it cause you get along well with your sisters?

[beausprouts]

Compilation of the refs for my silly au 🫶🫶🫶

The Afton family making me scream and cry and throw up for real.

[mobius-m-mobius]

(i n / s p)

[mohntilyet]

Wait is the middle picture from those three sketches that one scene from the wigmaker job?

yes! it's this specific passage where lucanis is just seething with rage and trying to keep a lid on it, and illario's a stablising, comforting presence. BROTHERS!!!!! <3 though i chose to draw his hand on his shoulder rather than his arm i guess. artistic liberty!

[bhadgal-tahtii]

Unpopular opinion #1,000,000

Y'all. Why are half the stories under the Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader tag Aemond/Aegon/Daemon imagines? Unpopular opinion alert!! With all due respect ppl, if you're writing an Aemond x Reader story or whatever, you shouldn't put Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader tags on it. Like I get it if the reader is Rhaenyra's daughter or something, and they have a strong relationship. But, regardless, if Rhaenyra is barely mentioned in the story, then what is the point of using the tag? It's misleading and a bit annoying. I can't be the only person with this issue. I've scrolled past about 30 Aemond/Aegon/Daemon stories in the past 20 minutes. Help.

[hedwig221b]

Found!

Kittens, @everyoneneedsasam and I need your help in finding an old sterek fic! I searched through my 300 pages of ao3 history (and christinesficrec's dropbox) and couldn't find it, so I'm pretty sure it's deleted but there is always hope

Historical AU, post WW2, 1950s vibes, Derek and Stiles met as soldiers, fell in love. I'm pretty sure Stiles faked his death so that they could come back and be together with Stiles pretending to be Derek's wife (he crossdresses). The fic is from Lydia's POV (possibly pydia). She is friends with Stiles (he may have pretended to be named Genim?). She starts to suspect Derek in adultery and then finds out that Derek is cheating on his "wife" with a man (Stiles). I vaguely remember a scene when she hides somewhere in the house and either sees or hears them having sex. She was really homophobic in this one and it took some time for her to accept it, even though Stiles was her friend when he pretended to be a woman.

If anyone knows, please let me know! Reblogs are always appreciated to spread the ask across💗

[swkbiggestdefender]

I miss them so much my little fruit salads and their sun and moon gay ass term :,(

I can't survive anymore lmk season 5 should come out right now or I'll lose it >:(