#it wouldnt let me cut the post

[eraseur]

@jocundcompany cont. from x

Aizawa reaches his hand up and meets Daniella's where it rests on his shoulder. He squeezes it at first, trying to communicate gratefulness, before realizing it probably feels more like he's clutching to her for support. So he keeps his hand there, but softens his grip to a reassuring firmness that says thank you, I'm here to support you now. He is investing his energy into keeping his body still and calm, drawing steady breaths, being the rock that Daniella will need.

He is shocked and impressed by her independent resolve. When he was thrust into this situation he lost all composure. Screaming, crying, breaking down entirely. He'd say it's because he thought it would be the most logical tactic, but that's untrue. That moment was raw. The rawest, most volatile emotion he has felt or expressed in... well. Ever. He locked down during that initial incident, never allowing himself that ability to scream and mourn. And just then, seeing him right in front of them, flickering in and out of existence but screaming and fighting just as hard as them-- fuck. Focus, focus, before I spiral. It isn't rational to think about this right now. I need to be less selfish.

And she's connecting with him rationally and with composure. Rational employment of emotion, and regulation of its depth? It'd be an understatement to say Aizawa is impressed. Inspired is a better word. But the way Shirakumo screamed back to him, maybe that pouring of desperation is the way? More to experiment with, he supposes.

When Daniella introduces him as her friend, Aizawa feels a piece of his heart soften behind the reinforced steel walls he has locked it in to get through this project. At least he's somehow been able to be adequate emotional support for her. Heh, Aizawa Shota, king of emotional support... tch.

The erasure hero turns his attention to the nomu-- no, the man inside the nomu, now. "Yes. I've met others like you. You aren't the only person to have met this fate. You aren't alone in this. We have a team of dedicated researchers working on understanding this state you and others are in and figuring out how to get you out." Is this false hope, a rational tactic to encourage the man inside the monster, or simply the shaky truth? "That is why I am here with Daniella today. To keep her safe and provide support while we connect with you." It's now that he realizes he has removed his hand from her shoulder, instead finding it clutching his own knee. Seeing his fiancée being touched by another man is not the feeling he needs to evoke from the monster. When this is over he'll have to do some intense training in the woods to work this tension out of his mind body and soul, and reconnect with his physical form, his more comfortable purpose as a human weapon than a human person.

[sterlingxlevin]

@coraxmoreau continued from here

After putting in their orders, Sterling turned to her friend once more with a smile before she let out a laugh at the song. "Sunny is amazing! She's so excited about her little cousin since we told her Liza's pregnant! And I've been taking her to the beach as much as possible because she loves it so much. I think I might have a little future surfer on my hands." Another laugh before she asked, "And you? Anything new or exciting?"

[puppyeared]

who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it

[scionshtola]

a kiss to the inner thigh, for corishtola 🥰

ty azia!! 💗

a kiss to the inner thigh Corisande Ymir x Y'shtola Rhul | 278 words | rated M

In the warmth of their Sharlayan apartment, fire burning in the hearth at the foot of their bed, the silk sheets are cool relief against Corisande’s heated skin. When her legs shift in Y’shtola’s grasp, the sheets soothe her still stinging bottom, where a mark in the shape of Y’shtola’s hand blooms.

“Corisande.” Y’shtola speaks softly, looking up at them from her place between their thighs, and they lift their head from the pillows to meet her gaze. “Are you all right?”

Corisande smiles, not quite ready to put her feelings into words. She is more than all right—comfortable, despite the aches; satisfied; so filled with bliss she could float, were it not for Y’shtola’s hands holding her in place. Her forearm across Corisande’s hips, pressing her to the bed. Her fingers laced through Corisande’s, palm soft and warm against her own. Her free hand smooths lazily over the outside of Corisande’s thigh, and she turns her head to press her lips softly against her skin just above the lace trim of her stockings as she waits for Corisande’s answer.

Corisande draws Y’shtola up gently by their joined hands, but she rises slowly, kissing them as she follows their tugging hand. Across their hips, their stomach, their bare chest—still sensitive from Y’shtola’s earlier fervent attentions. Here she detours for a moment, lips parting over the swell of their breast, but they guide her higher, until their lips meet, and they can wrap their arms around her waist.

Y’shtola settles herself on top of them, sinking into their hold. Every place they touch grounds Corisande in their own body, and they are finally able to speak. “Perfect.”

[fembutchboygirl]

I just learned something so incredibly fucked up

[parme-san]

need to stop getting jumpscared by my ugly mug when i open my pictures 😔

[magnoliamyrrh]

its been insane witnessing the full force of propaganda and american imperialism with my own two eyes as an adult these past few years. obviously ive known abt it plenty and seen it before, but witnessing it at this age with this much force is... dystopian and crazy

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 16 - Summer

"C'mon Fish it's time for a bath!" *chuckling* "Seems to me you'd best re-think that name of his"

Nothing says "summer" like a trip to Costa del Sol with your partner and companion 🏝️

[vigilantebullshit]

@gloriousxdarkness // continued.

" well, i guess what they say about cockroaches are right. no matter how many times you try to get rid of 'em, they have a nasty habit of coming back. " it's the truth about most pests, of course. and, jessica finds it hard to believe that such far-reaching organizations could be squashed so easily. but, perhaps they had hoped its tendrils that have reached as far as new york had been cut off at the source. elektra's presence here might deem it otherwise. " that the hand's dogma is a bunch of mystical bullshit i'd rather have doctor strange be dealing with than me. ----you sayin' they're back? "

[silverspringed]

for @longiings , cont . from .

will   let   her   body   fall   onto   the   couch   ,   bare   legs   stretched   out   in   quiet   invitation   ,   isn’t   bold   enough   to   make   the   first   move   despite   every   inch   of   her   skin   begging   to   be   touched   .   takes   a   sip   from   her   glass   ,   tongue   swirling   over   plump   lips   to   relish   the   taste   .   ‘    i’d   hate   to   keep   you   too   long  .   ‘  a   lie   .   ‘   bet   you’ve   plenty   of   ...   interviews   lined   up   .   ‘

[charrfie]

am on desktop so pretend i'm sending you the flame emoji ok. let's talk spamton

HI BASIL your flame emoji is super awesome

But okay. Let's start with the obvious one being that the other addisons are actually related to spamton. That's really highly contested and I know nothing concerning their specific kind of dynamic is confirmed but admittedly yeah it does make me feel really weird seeing people ship them together. Though ig this isn't really an unpopular opinion considering the fandom is pretty much split with it?

On that note I also have to admit I REALLY don't like a lot of spamton ships (with canon characters that is- self shipping is great obviously, it's sweet). It's one of those things where I totally see pretty much all the most common pairings with him happening at some point in his past (like jevil, swatch, queen- admittedly all unhealthy in some way), but I would never see it as something that I would. Yknow. Intentionally ship. I'd rather just acknowledge it as a likely thing of spamton’s history. From everything I've seen, it feels like people need to mischaracterize spamton or the other character he's shipped with in order to actually ship them in a way that even slightly resembles a healthy and long lasting relationship. I mean at the end of the day I'm not going to stop anybody, do what makes you happy if it doesnt hurt anybody, but it's very interesting to see that mischaracterization happen once you're aware of it being so common.

Last one! I've been thinking about this one a lot lately but I honestly do not think that spamton is nearly as narcissistic as people make him out to be. Yeah sure he's shown to be super self centered and excessively self praising in the moment you see him in canon but I highly suspect it's a coping mechanism rather than anything else. In a world where no one loves you or wants anything to do with you, you're the only person who CAN show yourself that love. It comes from a desperate place. Now do I think big shot spamton is narcissistic as fuck???? UH. YEAH. DUH. He's blinded by fame and constantly praised by others, ofc he's going to behave like that. But I genuinely do believe that current spamton, when positioned in a better, more stable environment, would absolutely chill the fuck out and might even border on insecure. It's a part of his character I feel is often taken at face value rather than looking at the context that has cultivated that personality trait of his. However, even in a more stable environment, he's likely not to let that facade falter very often out of fear.

[violentlydone]

he does not recognise this foreign sound inside his heart,   the relentless drumming like the announcement of war,   like the arrival of something new.    it isn't an extravagant noise that drew attention to itself,   but it is hush of when winter gave way to spring,   the silent rustling of leaves and the blooming of flowers that occurs inside his chest.    this is the first time,   he realises,   that he's been still.    his limbs are soothed in the blanket of her warmth,   not the external kind that she summons upon command;   it is what she exudes naturally,   like water rolling downhill,   like the sun dawning over the horizon each new day.    he cringes at the mention of his title,   masks it with a smile.    ❛   I have looked at you twice in just the past minute,  alina.   it's hard not to.   you cannot be sure of that.   ❜     nikolai replies with the easy charm of a prince that has been conjured out of storybooks and folklore—    an imagination that had been his solitary companion in childhood.

❛   much more likeable?   ❜    @pritvolny repeats,   a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.    ❛   that implies there is some existing fondness already.   ❜     more often than not,   the thought has crossed the prince's mind,   how different a life it would have been if he'd grown up in an orphanage.    it couldn't have been much different from the childhood he'd had,   spent between murmurs and rumours and stolen clocks to wrangle apart.   though he knows better than to voice it exactly as this:    that he would have found a friend in her,   that he would have been happier for it.     

❛   you wouldn't have enjoyed the lessons much.   ❜   nikolai's head cants back as though reminiscing a memory spent five decades ago,   when it only had been one.     ❛   my tutor liked to pick on scrawny kids.   but you can throw a good punch,  that too,  I know.   ❜     hazel eyes glint with mischief,   and he leans into the soft touch of her hand.   this comfort was a new,  funny thing.   it lulled him into sleep,   to rest his bones and made him aware of the ache in his muscles.     ❛   have your hands always been this warm?   ❜

how to explain? the girl facing him did not exist before light started erupting from her palms. the little girl she remembers was ill with shadows, choking on relentless colds, always desperate to rub some warmth back into her skin. "i was not special back then", she finally answers, a confession that lacks any specific tone : it is almost too void of any sentiment on the matter. she simply states the truth as she sees it. even mal, who hates her nature in ways she finds both familiar and foreign, only started looking at her after the light of her being was switched on.

"or it implies that i would have found you less irksome. infuriating. vexatious, maybe?" her answering grin is just as bright, because it is an easy ground to stand on. one they are quite accostumated to, now. it reminds her of the volkvolny, the way it moved with the sea, how the persistent tumult became familiar enough to lull her to sleep. it is actually upon realizing that sturmhond and nikolai lantsov were the same person that she imagined for the first time what it would have been like to grow up grisha. she would have had friends like zoya and genya. she would have been propulsed to the top and she would never have felt as if she was lacking in any way, because light would have been there from the very beginning. perhaps in that universe, nikolai would have liked her … perhaps she could have escaped the walls of the little palace to live on the sea with him, bringing the sun on all of his trips. however, that is a pipe dream, and if she lets herself truly imagine it, she knows it to be a thinly-veiled nightmare as well. she would have become the darkling's puppet, and nikolai would never have seen her as anything but another threat to his beloved country.

"you're not getting it, are you?" it's a murmur stolen from her throat as she presses her hand against his cheek. if she were the little girl she now holds in her memory, she would have felt the burning of tears behind her eyelids as she closes them for a moment. but when they open, they are dry, and only her voice seems to carry any kind of emotion. "this", she frowns slightly, her eyes on her hand, on his face, back to his eyes, "is new. i was always cold. i was always sick. i wanted to be something, anything." this is worse than a confession. this is opening her chest with her bare hands and begging him to find beauty in the mess. she does not know why she feels like she can trust him with the past ; not when she often berrates mal from talking of a time that is long gone. "you wouldn't have looked at me twice because i was barely there." then, like she is admitting it to herself, "becoming the sun summoner made me exist."

she almost lets her hand fall back to her side, but for some unexplainable reason, she keeps it against his skin, as if afraid to ruin the moment & feel it disappear forever. it is new and exhilirating … not many things are, lately. not good things, anyway. "although i can safely say i would have had a crush on you", she smiles softly, as if hiding something, only to burst out with a badly-restrained grin, "unless you were a terribly ugly kid."

[sunlightfeeling]

i didnt make this 🫥

[butchshepherd]

well this is awkward

[anoetics]

@esscntial !

"   not boring or stuffy, for sure.   "

[myriadxofxmuses]

@savagecuhnt from X

He watched her drink his coffee as he served her. Childishly he still hated drinking after others, not that it matter with Rose. He'd shared more than just cooties with her. The fetus growing inside her was more than enough proof of that. But he couldn't help it. His aversion to sharing drinks was almost instinctual at this point and some habits were harder to break than others. He made himself a new cup and made his own plate of food before joining her.

"Tomorrow, yea. At five," he said taking a seat across the island and taking a bite of food.  "I just wanted confirmation I'm getting my boy," he teased back. Although it was truly what he wanted.

He eyed her a few moments as she ate. There was a non existant chance he would ever admit this to her, but he was amazed at how far they'd come.  And how far they seemed to be going.  Never in his life had he thought there would be such permanency with another living soul.  Not for him.  Not for the monster that he had become. But here she was. Not only loyal, but happy to be his. And that was something even more unexpected. 

He feigned interest in his eggs when she almost caught him. He was still struggling to adjust to the normality of their life, but he had grown to desire it.  Fully.  And wasn't this what normal parents did anyway- find out what they were having.

"Is it weird that I kind of want it to be a boy?" he asked with a slight grimace of insecurity while he picked at his food, avoiding her gaze. "I mean, I'm sure you want a girl, but given my.... hobby, I don't think I'd be a very good for raising one," he added with a slight shrug and furrow of his brow.  

He remembered what she'd said about giving their offspring what they never had. And he'd been thinking about it ever since. Given his extracurricular activities with females he doubted he would make any kind of father to one. Especially a good one.