#i would be in constant awe

[technically-human]

We're drawing the idiots with traditional clothing from our countries? hell yeah, here's stobotnik as Argentinian gauchos!

Plus a very normal and not at all unhinged rant about mate (the thing they're drinking) in the tags.

[eatsbooks]

can we get a blurb of emile, in his head, having some sort of affection feelings for his wife? has that ever happened at all, even if he didn't show it or does he always go 🔪 whenever he looks at her?

If nothing else, Adonia is a comely female. There are moments when this fact strikes Emile so intensely that, for some time after, it colors all else about her, blush-pink, petal-soft. The flaws in her canvas fill in with delicate pigment, and she tricks him into forgetting that they exist at all.

Earlier in the eve, she turned her face away from him while he was speaking to her, as she tends to whenever she cannot keep it pleasant. The dark feathering of her lashes swept down, and the shadow they cast settled against the high of her cheeks. Her lower lip, full and plush, set to a wobble. A lovely red suffused her skin, then atop it, a tear wound its glittering path all the way down to the point of her chin.

Emile lost track of what he was saying at once.

In something of a trance, he reached for her. She went very still as he tipped her face up to his, and this made the second tear that fell all the more captivating. He had the urge to bend forth and press his mouth to her cheek, to brush the wet away on his lips, then his tongue. Finally discover how she might taste, if he were to follow its intended path down her throat, between her breasts, along her navel, into her cunt.

He imagined her salty, like her tears; he imagined her sweet, like the way she looked up at him.

Her eyes were big and round and silvery. There was a desperation in them. She wanted him the same way he wanted her in that moment—but then, Emile had always known that. He would have given it to her then, had their tardiness for the banquet not posed problem in the first place. His thoughts still painted over with her guile, he decided to do so once they retired to their chambers.

But the issue is that no matter how pretty a thing Adonia is, her flaws can never stay concealed beneath this veneer for very long.

Because she is a comely female, and she knows this.

Other males know this, too.

Emile watches her from over his cup, dinner near its end, the spice of the wine burning down into his filled belly.

That blush is back on her face as she talks to the male at her other side — the son of some merchant father has taken interest in doing business with. Where it had seemed a thing of beauty, it now looks a stain, smeared along by the wide of her smile. Her long, dark lashes bat and flutter, like he is not sitting here, beside her, watching on as she makes him into a cuckold for all in attendance to see.

Emile places his goblet down with a dull thud, wine sloshing over its rim, spilling from his hand and bleeding into the table covering below.

The batting and fluttering ceases at once. That garish smile falls away from her face as she deigns to look over at him, to remember he is still here.

Emile leans in, and Adonia shrinks down into herself.

Almost, her beauty overcomes him again. He does not let it this time, not even with her eyes big, round, desperate.

“Why stop at seeming the whore, Adonia?” he asks, his syllables soft and runny but his words sharp enough that he can delight in how they wound. “Why not bend over for him, too? You could do it right here. Spare us all the guesswork.”

Adonia keeps her mouth shut.

But at her back, on a nervous, pathetic laugh: “My lord, you misunderstand. The lady and I were o—”

Whatever more the fool thought to say is trapped behind the smoke now suffocating him.

“I do not recall inviting you to speak to me.”

Practically inaudible below the clamor being made, Adonia says, “Forgive me, my lord. It will not happen again.”

Emile knows she is only saying this to spare the cock she could have ensnared with her blush-pink, petal-soft ways. He waits until the room finally quiets to speak. It takes a good while, with the way he lets air slip into the male’s lungs here and there. But eventually, there is silence.

“No,” Emile says then, “I imagine it will not.”

[crustyfloor]

thinking about how Ivan is so strict and tedious with his schedule because he probably likes having that one consistency and bit of control in his life

[radios-universe]

hey guys anyone got any tips about ur close aroace friend who happens to be 3k miles away so very rarely is seen irl but when together irl you’re very close to and cuddle with and you feel so safe and comfy around them but then they text you about random guys they’re looking at on hinge and in that moment you literally wanna scream and rage and suddenly cannot stand any men because of this friend only just Looking at them on hinge and potentially hooking up with them

i am also aroace i am simply seeking answers i’ve been like this for almost a year i want a break but i simply show no signs of improvement .

[asordidbarwere]

Oh yeaaahh it's time for my top February watches! Didn't get in quite as many movies this month, so only two this time:

Excalibur (1981) dir. John Boorman The King Tide (2023) dir. Christian Sparkes

tagging @onpyre @amygdalae @admirably-abhorrent @lostcryptids and anyone else who wants to share good movies :3

[steampunk-raven]

working on scripting out my Mary backstory comic and. huh her friend group would make for a really good dnd team

[thelightsgoout]

got accused of lying today and got so angry

[actual-lea]

I don't know why exactly, but when I started writing that fic, I decided to sorta challenge myself a little by not allowing myself to use like, scene dividers? You know like

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^that, or like the horizontal lines on AO3 or whatever. I guess I thought it'd be neat to force myself to actually write out all the time passing, even if it's just like a single sentence, rather than just sorta skipping ahead.

And while I think it makes things read maybe a little awkward in a couple places, it's actually sorta really helped me get into the flow of writing in a way I was not expecting? I can't even explain why, just like...suddenly scenes that were only going to be there for transitioning between stuff become their own entire thing, and it's very exciting!!

[tildeath-douspart]

I wonder if they think of me

[longagoitwastuesday]

That one fic with the sunrises and the heartbreaking descriptions of the six eyes also gave me the six eyes being eaten and really truly the real JJK could never live up to that for me

[cosmogyros]

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[thirsty-4-ghouls]

“You haven’t done that one quest? In all your time playing?” <- a friend or internet stranger

“That quest makes me feel bad” <- person who’s character has probably committed atrocities in one way or another (me)

[aso-bi]

New Special Interest Unlocked!

Bookbinding.

I am just so deeply in awe of the history of books and how they were made throughout. It's such an interesting thing to just learn about because I'd always loved books, but I had never given the process of creating one just ANY thought. I'm fascinated.

...Brb gonna stock up on material so I can bind books of my own.

[phoenixtawnyflower]

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[textualviolence]

ill say it though its a hostile climate on here. sometimes the person who's so anxious about being cheated on that they'll treat their partner w constant suspicion & insecurity, even when it doesn't cross the line into demanding access to their phone or invading their privacy, is creating a toxic environment that no amount of understanding or emotional maturity can diffuse & if they get cheated on my sympathy will be with the cheater on that one. Like thats unlivable. Sorry about your trauma but genuinely how can you expect anyone to live like this.

[andromedasummer]

god this news coming out of sydney is unnerving. my parents were walking by that mall only a week ago.