#i may never recover actually

[kindahoping4forever]

LukeHemmings: 🌧️

[petitsdieu]

Her soul feels nine grams.

It is easier to let pain be than to fix it. It's in her volume. The soft sobs as she replaced loss water with na-baron's well between his teeth — To the deep howls and gulping breaths on Suk mender fingers — And all the climbs in-between.

She rather go back to swallowing his spit.

But a hand is holding her knee down. Another slides her arm into place above her head. She feels a bedside pinch for cannulae connection. He burns on his drip inside. He can not intercede on correlative birthright. He simply reinstates, firtly, via homogeneous mixing. But it feels a little wrong anyways.

Belarilian doctors would have let her bleed to zero if there wasn't family blood on stock or a brother nearby and willing. Her body wouldn't have taken it.

Another unconscious thought comes in on a feeling of knowing rather a direct planting. Feyd Rautha can give her one certainty — he’ll stay through the gory details. And that��s more than anyone has given her. Even her precious Le Prince s'est tourné vers Ash.

She wants to coil on the fold of her middle just as paper does on a singe. She'd be yanking at the throat if she had it. Her grasp rings as tightly as time in her dwindling mass allows. An answer. Her nails bed the path of his veins. She's crying a little more but you can hardly tell which tear is for what.

Rich elixir; energizing and flooding-in.

Souvenir with prerogative slotting.

Her soul feels ten grams.

Continuing a lily pad for rote;

❛ Tusa. ❜

He's been inside before. Her, himself, everyone, a blooming garden of reds and filleted muscle. Can't tell the different between a white wall or an intestine. He's heard before, too, screams and wails and desperation that coagulates at the surface. Heard, but never Listened.

Each of hers is inhaled and tempered down from trachea to alveoli, a warmth giving when there is only cold left to recall it. Pain is a gift.

Princess blood sticks in the spaces between his pores, where his lips are fullest, his chin, his jaw. He'll kill everyone in this room for daring enough to hesitate before the day crawls to an end.

Wordless as he parts from her to shed from his own fabric-skin, forearm sculpted veinous from the fist he forms. The other hand still a precarious anchor to her neck, where she's stolen the plasma from his eyes.

"Do it."

Hara has already been infected by him. Already swivels on the precipice between Belarilian ocean and Giedi tar. Their precious blood gifts are as foreign to Harko's baronry as a warming sun. He's already given his, time and time again, to ravenous arena sand. If they stutter before intravenous ceremony, he'll have to slit some bellies a little sooner.

Hers a template.

The needle isn't anything worse than keeping her visage implanted in his sight as the Suk direct him with fear lodged behind the tongue.

And yet, Feyd-Rautha is all blackhole smile, an imprint of loving in his pretense, when he whispers to her beneath the hum of panic and urgency,

"Marry me."

[coldshrugs]

we're still right where we're supposed to be together through ups and the downs, dungeons and ivory towers

@froschkuss has blessed me with this lovely commission of io and estinien, i can't stop looking at it!

[witchysniffles]

HEY SO UMM...DID WE KNOW ABOUT THIS?? BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING WE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT

stumbled on an ~8 min clip of a/ubrey p/laza on an australian podcast and she...well...just listen

the whole thing is good obv but around :50seconds is where it gets really good 👀

[nocturnal-ds]

Not sure what emotion it was when I saw this image but I felt it. Physically.

"I can make him worse," said Alan Becker about his own in-universe avatar.

[redyarns]

working hard for u pookies

[whimsicalcotton]

there are a lot of implications to unravel in James not telling Rachel about Sera for so long but the one i think about the most is like. dude you waited until your kid was already at the point of stealing other people's booze for fun to mention that she probably has a genetic predisposition to addiction/alcoholism issues

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.

[lurkingshan]

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

If someone(ie you) follows me how can I know that it's your main? I just can't.

i know, that’s part of the fun :)

[sadcoms]

what would you trade the pain for?

[a-simple-imagine]

i don’t know what’s happened but the way i’ve become so obsessed with victoria neuman in the last 3 days as if i haven’t been watching the boys and gen v since season 1. i may have to write something for her 🤭

[sailforvalinor]

KIMI NI TODOKE SEASON 3 IN AUGUST EVERYBODY STAY CALM

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Arcane s2 spoilers

Powder in episode 7 is so unsettling to me. They neurotypicalized my girl. She’s in regular girl clothes and has a boyfriend and a stable job and is able to think rationally and also work towards her goals and reach her potential…she’s no longer #hashtag relatable. That whole arc had me like “put it back!!!!! I need that girl to be fucking insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[yoinkschief]

Just finished playing Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines,,, consider my brain chemistry ALTERED

[trans-leek-cookie]

so kusakabe and higuruma Megumi and fucking MEI MEI can survive but Mechamaru Nanako Mimiko and Mai had 2 die. Alright.