#it would bring me back to life

[hisuchanly]

there better be a john/percy bonus scene!!! or a john’s scene in general :’)

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Posted 17 March 2025

[dreamyblanket]

Imagine sheep (idk lol) y/n dragon meeting longan I bet longan would be wondering "how come the dragon kind has been reduced into this... so cute and floofy?!!"

I do a whole bunch of rambling in the tags for this one ^^u But! Dragon y/n would ask them so many questions about the time when dragons were common!

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[dollopole]

I was just thinking about the fact that in so many Merlin fics, Merlin keeps being an healer/doctor/medic, which makes sense, since that’s how he started his life, by helping people however he could, but now consider this:

Merlin, who has lived so long and more than probably witnessed the deaths of thousands, even of those he loved, cherished and respected. So what if a millennia of life completely flipped his view on what it means to heal and study medicine. What if after all Merlin saw, everything that happened had the opposite effect on him, which means that he stopped trying and left the job to someone else.

Merlin still helps, surely, in the end, it’s in his nature as human, but we can already see how he changed, even only after ten years of being in Camelot and witnessing death after death.

What if he despaired because disease spread and not even his magic could help it, what if his magic decided that humans had to live with their own course of actions and so his magic simply refused to help them, which got Merlin just angry at the prospect of doing this for so many years.

But now take into consideration when Arthur returns:

I believe Arthur would be the healer/doctor/medic this time around.

He would be eager to help everyone he can, because that’s also in his nature, but since he can’t do it anymore in the way he once did, he has to find another path for him, a path that would make him heal too, heal from all the times he killed, instead of helping someone in danger.

Arthur lived a life of death even before Merlin could start to think about killing someone.

Arthur had his hands smeared with blood since he was a child. Being Uther’s son was automatically, in both magical people and peasants’ perspective, who lived under Uther’s tyranny, a sin and a guilt, even before Arthur could pick up a sword.

He did not just kill sorcerers, but he was raised with a mind of a killer of justice. To defend his kingdom, his father, his counsellors, his court and his people no matter what he felt regarding it, was and had always been his main duty.

He was trapped in a murderous cycle, literally, where he couldn’t do anything but raise himself to believe that the only way to help people was to kill them.

On one side, we have a man who spent his life helping people and who got tired of death, and on the other side, we got another man who spent it killing people and still got tired of death.

But to Arthur and Merlin it happened in different ways.

Where Merlin left the responsibility to someone else, Arthur decided to take that responsibility himself, in the hope that maybe, one day, he could bring back to life all those he had condemned for the simple act of living as themselves.

[kalithulium]

PLAYING ... MUTT BY LEON THOMAS

I SAID BABY, I'M A DOG, I'M A MUTT...

[nfsw] imagining ALEXIS NESS with a big, big, fucking nasty degradation and spit kink. he would try to hide it from his parnter, but it never really works anyways + he deffo crys

alexis ness was undoubtedly, postivitely, a loser. the bottom of the social foodchain, if you will, and way overly compliant. but that's exactly why you liked him.

after a long day of football practice, he would come home, head filled with nothing other than the desire to bask in your prescence and very being endlessly, until minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.

you made his heart pang.

he couldn't wait - to see you open the door, sporting a pair of grey sweatpants folded over at the waist band to hang low on your hips and a tight top, highlighting your breast's delicate, perky nipples at the apex of both.

upon seeing him, your lips would press into a smile, and sly eyes thin out to look at him in a way that made his insides turn and heart race everytime, without fail. you would grasp tightly onto the thin, yet hardened by muscle figure of his waist, planting a moist kiss which would leave a translucent layer of strawberry lip gloss on his lips and cheek, as if claiming him your own.

then, you would always hug him. he would bend down to your level, and your hand would find its way atop of his head to rustle his hair, whilst pulling him in closer for an embrace; his face now smoothered by your tits that looked about ready to pop out of the low hanging top you wore at any given moment.

upon releasing him, you would ask, with a smile across your lips

"how was practice, lexi?"

oh, how enticing was it to hear his name come from your mouth. he didn't deserve someone like yourself at all, leisurely saying the name of his lowly self with a tone of love strung to it, he thought, but replied otherwise.

"it was fine, thank you love. how are you? is everything okay?"

"mhm, i'm fine. but i miss you lex, come sit." you answered, now plopping yourself on the sofa then patting the inner part of your thigh (that jiggled ever so slightly on impact, he of course noticed this) to signal for him to come sit.

your thighs? he wondered what incredulous acts of kindness he had done in a past life, or what magic was at play for him to deserve a reward like this.

he simply couldn't help but fantasize about laying there, inbetween your thighs, until you smoothered his face, leaving him rendered breathless and at your mercy, and a lot, lot more things.

but enough of ness's imagination. in response to your offer, his big, round, magenta eyes lit up, conceiling no shyness about his excitment at all.

right now, you couldn't help but notice how cute your boyfriend was. i mean, look at him, getting all excited to sit next you. when he had actually done so, his warm (and almost heartbreakingly soft + squishable) cheek rested against your leg, whilst he looked up at you with eyes full of love . fuck, he was so precious that you could just gobble him up, whole and all.

but, what was that, you saw out of the corner of your eye, pressing up through the fabric of his trousers, and then felt as he changed position to get more "comfortable"?

was he... hard...?

ah, right. albeit not your first thought, you knew your boyfriend well enough. he was sweet, and agonizingly soft on the outside, and inside too.

but on said inside, he was a thoroughly depraved man. he tried to hold back these thoughts as much as possible, fearing that you would find him disgusting, but all he really craved was you.

he needed you, and would do anything for you.

he often thought about it - about how, if you ordered him to open his mouth for you to spit into, then he would oblige with a smile on his face, waiting with his tounge out and panting like the adorable little dog he was for you.

shit, he didn't even think he was worthy of entering you, despite having done so many atime. how could he? muster up the audacity to put his lust-striken, lewd erection into your glossy cunt, glossed over with salacity and passion?

"ness, sit up straight." you spoke.

and he did just that, without question.

you looked down at his erection, placing a hand on it, and another against his head, as you crawled forward onto him.

taking the lead, your lips met his, and then your tounges intertwined with his in circles for a few moments, before pulling apart with a string of spit connecting both of you, then closing back in a few times. in between, he managed to mumble out a few words.

"spit... please. "

not so much you, but ness loved all things in the realm of that, and you had to indulge him ; you just couldn't leave him with that vunerable expression, desires unfufilled.

without too much question, you spoke in an antagonising tone. "open up, sweet. say "ahh"", whilst you squashed saliva up cheek to cheek, before letting it drip like a stream into his longing mouth. you couldn't understand it really, the appeal of your... spit? but the way the emotion on his face shifted from desparation to satisfaction told you that it was all worth it, and more.

his breath hitched in between the more kisses that followed in suit and his panting became even more so frequent, as you felt his a wet spot form through the fabric of his trousers.

"y/n.." he called out breathlessly, with red dusted over the porcelain skin on his cheeks.

"i can't...no more teasing, i beg of you, please, love."

really, you just wanted do it all the more now.

"lex, honey, all it took was a few kisses and a rub for you to come all over yourself?"

ness looked away, in shame, yet enjoyment that you had chastised him.

"you're pathetic, alexis. i like that about you."

you looked closer at him now, eyes full of lust as you pulled down the shorts he wore, then peeled away his underwear now soiled by liquid satisfaction.

atleast, he had killed 2 birds with one stone?in a way, he was already lubed up for you now, with the wetness of his orgasm coating the entirety of his still throbbing dick.

you pulled your sweatpants off, and then your panties, that were so moist in the middle from seeing ness all worked up like that, that a string of dampness hung when you did so.

he looked closer down at you, wanting nothing more than your wet digits all over him somewhere - anywhere.

"speak up, lex. i'm waiting for you to tell me what you want."

come on now. he was a breathless mess at this point, could he even form a full sentence? what wanted, was for your pussy to swallow him whole, pumping up and down him, and you knew that all too damn well.

but what fun would that be, when you could watch hin struggle to form a coherent sentence under your touch, his face turn red with emotion and eyes slightly shy with embarrassment?

"i want.. hng" he manged to get out, as you glossed your thumb over the the tip of his cock, then your whole hand, up and down, still maintaing eye contact.

"hm? you know i can't hear you properly like that, dear. you'll have to speak more clearly."

"but i, ... you.. hm, huh" tears began to well at his eyes, his nose became stuffy and body even hotter.

you could tell he was at a limit now, but all you wanted to do was push that, until he became a mindless mess. however, lucky for him, you felt a tinge of sympathy amdist enjoying his struggle.

you flashed a loving, yet playful smile at him, looking down as you spoke "alright, alright, i'll stop now."

ness layed with his back to the floor, and you looming over him. dampness lined both of you, as your pussy inched closer to his cock, lips widening on contact, then swallowing the rest of him whole in one go. ness let out a moan of exasperation, as your tightness sucked him in and out, up and down repeatedly.

tonight was going to be a very long night for the two of you.

im acc really sorry i started loosing it over how nasty ness would get n you can't tell me otherwise. idk what this is, but i wrote it anyways (unfortunately) . i started laughing half way through cause i cant take smut serious ngl but i alr made a commitment to write this💔

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[sforzesco]

WINTER BREAK

much like marriage matches, the stakes are pretty high for getting into the cardinalate. you might be a little on edge if the brother that's been earmarked for the role isn't really jazzed about the whole thing, in addition to trying to convince the pope that it's in his best interest to let this happen.

A Renaissance Court: Milan Under Galeazzo Maria Sforza, Gregory Lubkin

eventually I'm going to get the whole cast of sforza siblings drawn. there's just. a lot of them.

[fiona-fififi]

Honestly think it was incredibly disrespectful to add Tommy into the Bobby dying montage.

Like, whatever you think about Buck's potential romantic prospects, we should not have been watching Tommy’s reaction to Buck's reaction to Bobby's death. That scene should have been about Bobby, full stop. Shoehorning a D plot about Buck's love life into Bobby's literal death scene was disrespectful to the life AND death of Bobby Nash.

Terrible narrative choices.

[sysig]

Something old and borrowed (Patreon)

[kacievvbbbb]

You know what? the best supernatural spin off would have nothing to do with the Winchesters and instead would be about Samuel motherfucking Colt because dude absolutely had something going on. And was tripping absolute balls all the fucking time

Dude not only builds a literal kills almost all gun (that no one knows how it works exactly), he also built a fucking devil’s gate and the series of railroad tracks that formed a giant devils trap in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming that was somehow also a great fucking hotspot to talk with Lucifer in the cage. Why the fuck would he build a devil’s gate and then the devil trap protecting it? Why could this dude not be normal? Not to mention He also fought a Phoenix!!! A Phoenix! The only Phoenix that has ever been reported to exist and whose ashes are the only thing that can kill the literal mother of all monsters. Which he somehow mails to Sam and Dean in the future using a phone from several years in the future that he literally just got earlier that afternoon.

Dude was on some serious shit. Man was definitely receiving the most violently random prophetic visions from god. Dude literally went, it came to me in a dream and built a weapon that’s literally still confounding people generations later and would function as a key to a fucking devils gate that would literally be the first step in so much shit going down in so little time generations later . Wouldn’t have even surprised me if they also said he was responsible for Ruby’s knife.

He also, most importantly, is from the wild wild fucking west!!! How cool would a show about that be? A fucking genius inventor hunts monsters in the Wild West while some being he knows nothing about but deeply suspects is giving him blueprints for big, wild things and weapons for how to stop them, or at least slow them down.

[tequiilasunriise]

HAPPY WOMB EVICTION DAY TO REMNANT’S MOST GORGEOUS FACE CARD 🖤💜🐈‍⬛🗡️‼️‼️

[non-un-topo]

Struck right in the heart once again by the fact that Joe and Nicky are a canon gay couple who are also immortal and have been in love for a thousand years and also they kill homophobes

[siribunbun]

"I'm putting down the bet. I'm taking the gamble. I'm claiming the win. I'll let fate spin the wheel, a daring gamble. Walking the brink of death...for rebirth.

All for the Amber Lord!"

[neon-zipperooni]

People say Rose had Steven to run away from her problems, that her beautiful speech during the tape was all lies.. but that couldn't be further from the truth.

[realtapiocafan]

jayden’s also in miami!

[vaguely-concerned]

rook x lucanis: romance with a commentary track! solas and spite contribute with their thoughts and opinions along the way whether anyone wants them to or not. it's like a MST3K episode up in here as you try to get hot and heavy. in. in the pantry. love among the radishes at the end of the world (rifftrax version)