#its just so morbidly beautiful

[monstrumpuella]

Lich King

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simon riley and fatherhood

When Simon came home from a deployment to find you, his sweet Mrs. Riley, about a month pregnant- he panicked.

He had never given much thought to children. To be frank, there simply was too much on his mind to even consider the possibility. Given his profession and upbringing, he always assumed parenthood just wasn’t for him. 

He knew you've always had a secret longing for a baby, keeping it to yourself out of respect for him and his sanity.

So, after the initial shock wore off, he couldn’t deny his excitement. Your giddiness certainly rubbed off on him. He acted a bit nonchalant, but you knew him better than that. 

You knew for sure there was nothing to worry about when you caught a glimpse at the open tabs on his computer, pregnancy blogs, lists and lists of names and ideas and tips 

The way he obsessively worked on the nursery was a big tell too, having taken time off to enjoy this privilege that he was lucky enough to share with you.

If he hadn’t initially panicked, he definitely started losing sleep when you found out it was a girl that you were having

Now, we all know and love Simon as a girl dad, but before he grows into the role, he’s a mess.

He’s terribly worried he won't be a good dad to her, that she won't be able to connect with him and somehow without that connection, he’d turn into his father.

For Christ’s sake Tommy was never able to give him a niece to prepare:(

Watching you nest, so excited for the arrival of your little girl, (along with a TON of late-night reassurance) He slowly let his worries slip away to enjoy the last couple of months with just the two of you.

If there  was any anxieties left, they melted away from him the moment he held your daughter for the first time. 

Half sitting on the hospital bed, pressed against you. His arms under yours, supporting your exhausted limbs. The limbs currently cradling your beautiful newborn.

He tears up while taking in the image of his girls, committing it to memory.

On those nights when it seems like sleep is the farthest thing from his daughter’s little mind, he stays up to soothe her.

Not so much because he’d rather you be able to sleep, more because he's completely infatuated with the way those little fingers wrapped around his one, the way babygirl seemed to relax when he spoke.

Simon walks up and down the length of the hall slowly, gently swaying with babygirl in his arms. There's definitely a visible trail formed by the heavy man’s constant, slow pacing.

When you wake up and find him not next to you, you rise and peek out the cracked bedroom door. Simon is lounging in the rocker, humming softly to babygirl. Talking to her as if she can comprehend his words. He is smitten.

To quote some comedian whose name I can't remember, he would take a bullet for you, but goddamn he’d use you as a human shield for this little life bundled in his arms. The love he has for the both of you scares him. He's completely whipped. 

Babygirl got your eyes, and lord knows he can't say no to you. This child will be the death of him.

this was supposed to be shorter but gd it was too heartwarming to stop. but moving on, HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE! sorry im morbidly depressed. anyway there will be a part two of this because its rotting my brain and i wanna take a look at when babygirl is older!!!! let me know what everyone's thoughts are please!

[gay-dorito-dust]

my WiFi was really shit when i sent in the request . just wanted to ask if you got it !! ^-^ sorry if this seems nagging .. m not meaning for it to

—> request was the x viktor comfort fic w an alternate ending to the series finale

(—@mister-ancunin)

Tumblr glitched on me multiple times yesterday (why, no clue) and i don’t know what it did with the request, but I remember seeing enough to remember what the request was before the request was taken, if that makes sense. So I might as well do it here while I can still remember it for compensation and hope you’d like it. (This was way too long and drawn out so I’m sorry about that)

The ash and dust has subsided as an uneasy quiet befell Piltover or rather what’s left of Piltover from the brutal conflict with Ambessa and the Noxian army. There was rubble and ruin everywhere you looked as building structures reduced to its foundations or heavily damaged, blood stained the pavement underfoot as you gingerly walked amongst the corpses of the people you’ve fought alongside with amidst the white and gold metallic corpses of what once was Viktor’s commune.

While you were happy that the fighting was over, that happiness almost felt misplaced or inappropriate in this moment and time as it seemed as though Piltover was silently mourning the people who fought valiantly. You couldn’t help but close the eyes of those that you passed by, wishing them eternal rest and peace now that their pain and suffering has long passed, letting them know their efforts were not lost on anyone at all. You all came together as a united front against a common enemy and fought like it was going to be your last time alive, and you saw a lot of people that you’ve known for a while fight like hell and you couldn’t be prouder of them.

‘You fought well.’ You said softly as you closed the eyes of what felt like the hundredth fallen soldier you’ve come across, unable to think of anything but their family and friends who are going to be looking for them. ‘It’s time to rest now.’ You add as you got up from kneeling, wincing as you as you were reminded of your own injuries which consisted of a gash on your upper arm and an even bigger gash spanning from your left shoulder to the middle of your back, amongst many other minor injures that stung when the breeze past them.

‘Fuck.’ You hissed as you waited out the throbbing pain with clenched teeth before moving on ahead. Where you were heading you weren’t quite sure. You were just wandering the battlefield with only your breathing, footfalls were the only thing you could hear that you thought with all the metal clashing, the screaming, the gunshots and the war cries that filled the air had finally made you deaf. However as you wandered the ruins of a once pristine city, your thoughts brought you back to Viktor and your soul ached, soured. You had lost him more times then you could count and even now you couldn’t help but morbidly think of whether you’d find his corpse amongst the others, but another part of you was wishing that you’d find him alive in whatever form he decided to take you prayed that he was alive nonetheless…even if he was the reason for all of this.

You could vaguely remember your last interaction with Viktor. While he looked like himself, he didn’t act it despite the softness of his sweet voice didn’t chance but one look into his amber eyes and you could tell that something was off, your sweetheart was lost, adrift somewhere and you couldn’t help him. You remember cupping his face in your hands, looking him over as though it was the last time you’d ever see him, and you wanted to engrave each one of his beautiful features into your mind in hopes that you’d see him even in your sleep. You called out his name for you could realise him even from behind, happy to see him breathing and without hesitation you hugged him when you saw him look back at you with recognition, holding him tight as you felt the cool metal of his new form press into you bitingly through the soft robe he wore.

You should’ve know that happiness wouldn’t last with what came after when Viktor touched your hands, seeing something within your mind that you couldn’t comprehend just yet but you knew nothing good came of it and nothing did, after all wars were started for far less but still you felt the sting and pain of your aching body as you found yourself unable to keep walking and sat against the wall and look up to the sky. Hoping. Hoping that after this everything will improve so that this can never happen again but that was wishful thinking and you knew that as you chuckled, too tired to carry yourself to where everyone else was.

You were too exhausted to care about the sting of your wounds nor the sound of someone approaching you from afar as you thought about closing your burning eyes for a small reprieve. It was the least you deserved and what you were going to rewards yourself with, until you saw a towering figure of dark purple and gold weaved together gliding through the rubble and dust like an angle of death. You thought about holding your breath, making it think that you were just another corpse amongst the millions of others but then there was that familiar warmth that flooded through you, you knew who this was before you even speak his name and before you knew it you were stumbling to get on your feet.

‘Viktor?’ You asked softly, far too softly for anyone to hear you but with the deafening silence that hung like a thick smog, threatening to choke you out, you would’ve be surprised if even the smallest of whispers sounded like angered, thunderous shouts of raw emotion. ‘Viktor is that you?’ You asked again, this time a little louder as you weakly hobbled towards the being of metal covered by what remained of his robe. ‘Please tell me it’s you in there and I’m not being greeted by the grim reaper right now.’ You chuckled while holding back a whimper, not wanting to show your true emotions if this being ended up not being your beloved Viktor.

The closer the being got the taller he looked, roughly six foot maybe, you couldn’t estimate to save your life but he towered over you easily as the soft clicking of his cane against pavement. Which was something you’ve always noticed with Viktor was how he didn’t drive his cane into the ground, but more or less love tapped it as though he was being considerate of the pavements feelings in comparison to others who’d stomp their feet gracelessly. You could tell Viktor was still there from his mannerisms and the way he held himself but still you couldn’t allow yourself to faster now, not when you were in a weakened state, while he on the other hand looked unscathed and untouched as though the ash and dust refused to touch any part of him out of fear.

‘You were never good at concealing your emotions my dear.’ The familiar voice croaked, heavily distorted but you could hear him -your Viktor- and could clearly see him smiling after having easily read you like you were his favourite book. ‘Always hiding behind another emotion to keep yourself from harm or from worrying others about you. However I always saw through it each time and this time is no different, you’re hurt my muse.’ He adds as he gotten closer to you, looking down at you though his new eyes that glowed warmly like the way his amber eyes did whenever they look at you, so knowing and understanding of your character.

‘Viktor…you’re okay.’ You finally let the flood gates open as tears streaked down your cheeks, letting the worry that have almost driven you mad and close to an early grave once or twice during the raging conflict for Plitover, the fear that threatened to consume you along with the pain of knowing that you had quite possibly lost him once again. ‘I was worried sick about you but I’m glad that you okay! We’re both okay.’ You continued as you managed to get close enough to Viktor where you could hug his new form with effortless ease, the cool metallic skin bite your softer, warmer skin deliciously as you rested your head against what you could assume was his chest and drinking him in. ‘I thought it was going to loose you again.’ You cried.

‘After everything I’ve done,’ Viktor began, confused as to how you could still look at him the way you did, as if he didn’t threaten lives of countless in pursuit for perfection. ‘Everything I’ve done to you, to everyone and yet you still find it within yourself to love and care for me to cry over my whereabouts. You truly allude me my love.’ He finishes as he could only watch at you clung to him as though he was going to disappear from your grasp. ‘I knew you’d come back to me sooner or later, so why should I give up hope like everybody else had on you! I know you Viktor and I know you were stronger then to let this obsession with perfection get to you,’ you replied, squeezing your eyes tightly as though praying to a higher being to not let this be a dream of your own creation and to give you a sign that this was real, which came to you in the form of Viktor finally reciprocating the hug.

The touch was tender, calculated and precise but that didn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes as you breathed a sigh of relief that this was true, that your Viktor had come back to find his way back to you. Even despite if it was at the end of the brutal conflict that ravaged the city but that didn’t matter for as long as he had rediscovered himself you’d be okay. ‘And while the need for perfection did consume you for a while I didn’t stop believing that you’d realise that you were the beauty that you’ve been chasing all along.’ You continued as the weariness and aching sensations wracked your body beyond belief, that and being in Viktor’s arms made you feel comforted and safe that you could easily see yourself sleeping in his cool metallic arms in the foreseeable future.

‘Your unwavering faith you have in me is commendable my love, what I would do without it I do not know nor want to know.’ Viktor says softly as he takes note of your injuries and their severity, wondering where and who they’d come from Noxian soldiers or creatures of his own creation and made sure that his touch went nowhere near the afflicted areas, as though he was afraid he irritate them. ‘Sometimes I don’t believe I’m worth it, worth something as valuable as unwavering faith and persisting belief. However your a stubborn soul that didn’t stop believing in me, even when I became…this.’ He gestures to his form of cold, biting metal but you couldn’t help by look at his softly as you kissed his chest and nuzzling back against it eagerly.

‘You’re still my Viktor regardless of how you look, no matter how much you change you’ll always be my Viktor and have to keep my faith above my worry that you’ll come back to me…you always do and I’m glad because I don’t know what I’d…what I’d..’ you trailed off as unsettlingly dark thoughts overcame you as your breath hitched in your chest and your throat tightened while a fresh wave of tears streaked down your drying cheeks. ‘I don’t want to think about right now, just please let me stay like this…please Viktor.’ You whimpered.

‘Stay however you like my love, but we will have to get your injuries cleaned and patched up, I fear for potential injection in these conditions.’ Viktor tells you softly as he continues to holds you against him for your comfort, standing tall like a protective pillar in a wasteland of death while keep you upright in your moment of weakness, and while his form has changed significantly and he’ll most certainly have to answer for his mistakes, but he’ll stand here and keep being your strength when you’ve lost it all just like you’ve been a source of strength to him for a long time. He guesses he could stay for a while longer with a new look on life, to keep you safe and to try and find the beauty and perfection in a life filled with flaws and mistakes with you by his side.

[beausling]

pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially young gf (alt!musican!reader) part iii

read part i here, read part ii here

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jensenackles Fun morning in NYC. Thanks @/goodmorningamerica and @/livekellyandryan for the chat. Sorry for the explicit spoilers 🤭!!!

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youruser *taps mic* is this thing on? resurrection coming out october 13th🐈‍⬛🧙‍♀️🦇🧛‍♀️

(note: absolutely no graves were defiled, and not a single dead soul was woken, in the making of this project !!! and big shoutout to st. louis cemetery no.1 for existing and being so cool n morbidly beautiful🤞)

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꩜ thank you so much !!! i hope you guys enjoyed reading this😸 all feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💟

꩜ SOOO much happening here, this part didn’t go the way i originally planned but i still like it🙏��

꩜ tags : @gibson-g1rl @pearlzier @jasvtsc @archiveofvirtue 🎀 lmk if you wanna be tagged and/or featured in the next part !!!!!

[mediumgayitalian]

“Isn’t he dreamy.”

Nico di Angelo stands in the centre of the amphitheater arena, sword drawn, shadows leeching from his frame. Winds swirl dangerously around him, ground trembling with every step. Concentrated terror curls its smokey tendrils into the nostrils of every onlooker.

Lou Ellen levels her best friend with a look. Will is too busy with his chin in his hands, moon-eyed, to notice. He doesn’t so much as flinch when she waves her hand and changed his freckles to glow bright purple, so she leaves them like that out of spite. Sucker.

“…I mean, he did just unseam that automaton nave to chaps, MacBeth-style, and cackled maniacally into the air. So.”

Will sighs. “I know.” The dust of the amphitheatre floor is covered in finger-drawn hearts. Lou Ellen is embarrassed for him. “He’s just so — gods. Look at his smile.”

Lou Ellen does. It’s frightening. He’d taken the flat of a blade straight to the face a few minutes back, making blood stain his teeth and drip out the corner of his mouth.

“And his eyes sparkle. Do you think they’re more…moonstone, or agate?”

Crazed. Lou Ellen thinks his eyes look crazed. The sparkle in question may simply be the reflection of the tip of the dagger that has appeared in his non-sword hand, which appears to be made of sharpened human bone. Lou Ellen wonders, morbidly, what bone it is for about point three seconds before Will sways — genuinely sways! — and says, “And the way he handles that femur! Oh!”

“Dude,” she says, aghast. “Will, man, get ahold of yourself.”

There’s a thunk as her best friend throws himself dramatically upon the ground. His wrist is poised delicately on his forehead, face twisted pitifully. She rolls her eyes hard enough that she actually goes blind for a brief second and falls off the bench in panic. Will seems pleased that she’s joined him on the floor.

“I can’t. He’s too beautiful.”

Lou Ellen cranes up her neck.

“A nine year old just looked at him and cried.”

His sigh is more wistful than dreamy, this time. “He’s gonna be a great dad someday.”

“…Good gods, Solace.”

Will’s voice softens. “I’m gonna marry him, Ellie.” When she looks over, the smile on his face is just plain loving. She follows his eyes and sees Nico panting, training on pause, gesturing wildly with one hand and loosely holding a water bottle in the other. She’s never seen him so animated. The class he’s teaching watches him in a predictable mix of awe and horror, erring on the side of terrified.

Lou Ellen will admit, in the very recesses of her mind (let Will get a bigger head than he already has), that it is a little charming.

A little.

“I know, you goober,” she murmurs, cuffing him on the shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch. “I call dibs on flower girl.”

[kumezyzo]

angst Sapnap fic where singer!reader publishes an album after their breakup and Sapnap is listening to it knowing the songs are about him?

its sad, really. you two didn't break up because of a horrible fight that went too far or an unfair infidelity. you broke up because of your schedules. you would go months without seeing each other, each one of you respectively getting sucked up into your work. texts and calls slowly growing smaller and shorter with too much time passing between each one. so you two decided it would be easier to break up.

there was no bargaining or begging the other stay. no promises to make more of an effort to stay in contact. and dont take it the wrong way. You two didn't do this because that spark was gone, but because that spark, that love, was burning too strong for either of you to hold each other back.

maybe it's true that neither of you dated for a while after. maybe you each cried for hours and mourned the loss of what could have been. but it's known that when someone has experienced heartbreak in a way that could never be described, they turn to what they're best at. their escape.

your ex-boyfriend worked on himself, physically that is, and threw himself into longee recording sessions. people argued it was the best era of his career in those months after you two split.

and you poured your soul into writing your music. creating melodies where people could feel your sorrow. when you tried to write about something else, it kept coming back to him. the image of his green eyes and the sound of his beautiful laugh oozing through music. and in the deepest part of your files, you ignored the song you were writing for him before you split.

the album you put out six months after the breakup was your best selling. people's theories of it being about him turned out to be true, and it gave everyone the insight that it was simply the case of the right person at the wrong time. a peak into your love.

but it wasn't that simple. in fact, it was too complex for anyone to truly understand and feel your feelings through the speakers of their phones or earbuds. but he understood it.

he listened to it on stream to "show his support" but grew morbidly silent after hearing the first two tracks. he was tempted to turn off the stream, crawl into bed, and listen to your voice as if you were singing directly to him and only him.

and in a way, you were. the laughing on the last track on the album was meant for him. who else would know it was from the one night you two went on a late night ice cream run and thought to 'vlog it'. who else would know that the title of the song was one that he had come up with when you asked him the simple question, "what would you want me title a song if i made one about you?"

"nickles," he responded, "because my name is Nick."

who else would know that the title of the album was Spare Change, not because what you felt for him was like the unwanted almost valueless money at the bottom of your bag, but because you had so much leftover love for him. you had so much love for him that you would find it in random places, and you couldn't get rid of it.

sorry if this isn't what you asked for, im just in a weirdly poetic mood 😭😭 i hope you guys enjoyed, tho! this was really fun to write. and i guess im kinda back? idk dont get your hopes up 😅 -Nony

[mynameis-noe-body]

Okay, for marquis de gramont we can get reallll toxic. Both the reader and Vincent are angry with each other and are tying to make one another jealous at the event. Because they’re very kinda delulu and possessive they kill the people they're using to make the other jealous and confess their feelings

Thank you so much for this request, my dear anon. I hope you'll love this. 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Author notes: I used Google translate for the Russian and French sentences. Let me know if it's incorrect!

Obviously. You muttered the word under your breath, chewing its bitter taste, testing its sound on the tip of your tongue as you watched, disarmed, as the Marquis made his triumphal entrance.

The most influential families of the High Table had gathered at the Hotel Mademoiselle de Condé for a gala and business evening. Those weren't rare events, but that didn't make them any less sumptuous. Money flowed freely, as did the champagne, the drugs, the caviar. And the lovers. Yes, they were purchasable too. Women and men of supreme beauty, unattainable, sometimes sons and daughters who were given away, exchanged, lent — everything, in exchange for favors.

But the Marquis — Vincent — never had to ask anyone for anything.

With a gallant gesture he opened the door of his 1970 Cadillac DeVille and offered his arm to a woman. And not yet another high-class whore that he would have refused to touch even with the tip of his little finger, no. The woman who accompanied him that evening was a creature of rare beauty, perhaps someone's protégé. Perhaps his protégé. She was graceful, elegant, she flaunted a cascade of golden curls that would make Venus herself envious. And you, you felt flooded with anger.

"Champagne" you ordered, snapping your fingers. They served you immediately. You too had your power, and you had never hidden it. You knew, deep down, that it was one of the things that attracted him. Your shy elegance fiercely contrasted the anger that could ignite in your heart. The strength of your hands, the fury in your eyes, the power you wielded ruthlessly. Yet, in his arms and in his bed, you were capable of the deepest love, the most total devotion. He was bewitched by it, and inebriated. Therefore, he loved to instigate every jealousy in you, just to have you desperate at the end of the night.

Vincent didn't even glance at you. He shook dozens of hands, ordered food and drinks, laughed with his colleagues and friends. And he ignored you. At least until, from the door of the luxurious hotel, taking off his Armani coat and handing the keys of his Ferrari Portofino to the doorman, Mr. D'Antonio entered.

"Santino!" you exclaimed, with a smile so bright it lighted the entire dining room. Many turned, if only for a moment, to watch you gallop towards the man, with a hem of your beautiful dress grasped between your fingers to reveal crystal heels that echoed off the walls.

Santino opened his arms, and welcomed you with a loud kiss on the cheek. "Meraviglia! Look at you — beautiful, you are beautiful."

Santino was warm, welcoming, purely Italian. And charming, in every aspect of his person. He knew how to make any woman feel like the most beautiful in the world. He gallantly offered you his arm and ordered for you. His laugh was loud, contagious. His exuberant nature amused you. You had been friends for years now. You had worked together, sometimes — often you had worked for him. And he appreciated you. He was generous in his payments. And above all, Vincent was morbidly jealous, because D'Antonio had no qualms about making blatant advances on you, even in front of all those people.

Vincent was daydreaming about murder. God, how he hated him. And yes, he had planned to take that beautiful Parisian home with him, one of the new acquisitions of his organization, now that he saw you... you were his favorite. Oh, bullshit — you were the only one. Since he had met you he had no longer been able to keep faith with his numerous lovers. One by one, they had extinguished his desire, and you had ignited his. Or they were fallen dead, because you killed them. Many of them, to be honest. And every time he learned of one of your murders, his desire to possess you — body and soul — violently took hold of him. He didn't want to give in, not that easily. But now he understood how difficult it was to resist you, while your hand caressed the muscular shoulder of that penniless Italian. That coward. The mere thought that you could enjoy yourself under his fingers made him vomit — so much that he poured what was left of the wine into the boulle and twisted his mouth in a grimace of disgust.

With my bare hands, he thought. He crossed his legs and wrapped himself in his double-breasted jacket, brooding. I want to kill him with my bare hands around his neck. He would have done it. He was Vincent Bisset de Gramont, the Marquis and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He could have attached Santino D'Antonio to a pole and set him on fire to make him feel a tenth of the physical pain with which, due to that jealousy, he himself was now burning.

The young woman he had brought with him caressed his face. Or at least, she tried. But he grabbed her wrist before she could touch his cheek. He looked at her with the same hatred. "Go take off that lipstick" he hissed, through clenched teeth. "You look ridiculous."

She obeyed, humiliated, and reached the bathroom. Of course, she didn't expect to meet you anytime soon.

As soon as you saw her walking away towards the toilet, you took your chance, followed her and closed the door behind you with a sharp slam, waiting for her right there, outside her niche. She, surrounded by that shiny hair, those brilliant eyes, those scarlet lips, had raised a single eyebrow in an inquisitive manner.

"And you are?" she asked, passing a cloth over her lips, cleaning them from that bright color.

You inhaled deeply. "You know who I am."

She allowed herself an amused smile. "Ah," she had commented, smugly, "nomer dva."

You thought that, before speaking, she should have made sure that you didn't speak Russian.

▪️▪️▪️

"Dance with me." Vincent took your hand, intertwined his fingers with yours and dragged you before you could respond, or refuse.

He had chased you as soon as you left the bathroom. The Marquis had immediately noticed your flushed chest, your freshly washed hands, your disheveled hair pulled back with a mechanical gesture of your hand, your pupils as narrow as pinpricks. Magnificent. On the dance floor, he had first twirled you once, before grabbing you and holding you against his chest; one hand — the right one — on your back, the lower part, the other intertwined with yours and pressed against his chest, on the beating of his heart. And his face in the corner between your neck and your shoulder.

You huffed, trying to maintain composure. "They're all watching us" you whispered in his ear. He smiled against your skin. "You'll make us look ridiculous in front of the High Table."

"Mon amour. I am the High Table." Vincent left the ghost of a kiss on your neck before making you sway in his arms. Another pirouette, and there you are again in his inevitable grip. "I could order half the men in this room to lick the floor where you walk, and they would do it for me."

You barely held back a small smile. "I can not stand you." But you settled a little more against his chest. The soft, slow music lulled you gently. "And what do you think of Santino? Would he kneel for you too?"

His nails dug into your side, making you flinch. You met his icy eyes in mid-air. So cold, so beautiful. "The Italian. That's it then, you like him."

"He's a charming man."

"He is rude, and vulgar. So pompous."

"And you're not?"

You almost heard him growl. Vincent shot a terrible look at D'Antonio, across the room, who was watching you swing on the dance floor with dark, annoyed eyes.

"You shouldn't be here with me" you added, coldly. "Your woman? Where is she?"

He laughed heartily. "Oh, please. We both know she won't make it out of that bathroom alive. How long did it take you to kill her?"

But you didn't answer. You never responded to his curiosity... it was your game.

Vincent grinned. The kiss on your neck now became passionate. You felt his soft lips caress your skin from your bare shoulder to the tip of your chin with five deep, intense kisses. "You drive me crazy."

This time, you smiled happily. "You are sick."

Vincent looked deadly serious, hovering over you, his back straight and tall to tower over your beautiful figure. "I will have monsieur D'Antonio's raw heart served to me on a silver platter. I will kidnap you, lock you in a dungeon, make you die of hunger and thirst if necessary — anything, as long as you admit the truth."

He was scary. Exciting. Terrifying. Beautiful. You blushed, panting slightly. "What truth? What the hell are you talking about?"

He smiled. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "That you love me, mon amour."

"I —" yes, you loved him. And you loved the way he made you feel. You loved that hateful jealousy you felt for him, and that he felt for you. You caressed his face with an unexpected sweetness. Your eyes were large, languid. Vincent felt his whole body tremble like never before... "I'll tell you. Not now, though. Tomorrow morning. Now, take me home, and make love to me."

He stopped. He smiled, looking younger than he was. So happy. With a ridiculous low bow, he offered you his hand. "Je suis ton serviteur."

[eldritch-spouse]

Excuse to write something nasty: which of your characters would be most into hardcore breath play? Talking bending somebody over a bathtub and pushing their head underwater, or pulling a bag over their head or whatevs. Consent not necessary.

TW: Noncon; Suffocation; Brief mentions of death; Brief mentions of vomit.

Roch. Whether you're doing it to him or he's doing it to you, it's one of the things that turns him on the most. You don't require consent to simply smother him somewhere, and whether or not he's going to ask for yours truly depends on how you've taken things thus far. He already has a tendency to slightly compress your chest as you sleep, it could grow into something more than a little worrying when you wake up to him actively draining the air off your lungs while he jerks off atop you.

Fank-e just enjoys the way most organics work. What is it like, to need breath? Do you see pins and needles when he has a hand around your neck for too long? He's morbidly enthused by the way your legs will kick and you'll cough, face swelling, swatting with all your insignificant might as survival instincts kick in immediately. He had to make his own, you know? It's not likely that this will happen if you've been decent to him, but he's capable of killing you if he gets distracted in his own musing and arousal.

Ludwig, like plenty of wrathful demons, just gets a sick kick out of your powerlessness. A certain feeling of guilt will warm its way into his mind, but he genuinely can't help the way it turns him on so much to hear you desperately gasp and choke, digging your nails into his hands while you drool and struggle for your life. It's more something he'll fantasize vividly about than indulge in, but it can happen if he's particularly unstable already.

Shags, weirdo that he is, just sees beauty in it. In much the same way there's a gruesome beauty in the bulged out eyes of someone who just suffered a traumatic end, there's a world of fascinating appeal in the eyes of someone who's seeing their life flash before their eyes as oxygen leaves their body. He's not likely to suffocate you to death accidentally, it's not his first rodeo, and his "aftercare" is excellent. You won't get sexually touched in this state, Shags doesn't want to ruin the moment.

Nebul definitely uses extreme forms of choking in his day to day training, and while it's not the act itself that arouses him, the power he holds over you in those moments never fails to ignite deep lust in the undead. Good pets aren't exactly waterboarded, so there's no reason to fear if you've been submissive so far. It's not uncommon for him to make the more resilient pets brought to him vomit and pass out, but he tries to avoid brain damage (unless requested/unimportant).

Plenty of other characters are into a less extreme end of choking. I would put Patches here as the masochist he is, but he doesn't exactly require breath, it's more of his body's muscle memory working.

[omgthatdress]

Everything I know about the royals comes from Tumblr memes and one bonus episode of a totally unrelated podcast but now I'm morbidly curious, so: what's up with William? And the Middletons? Or if that's a longer story than you want to explain, do you have recommendations for where to read about this that is likely to be fairly accurate?

I don't have any facts I just have pure fucking speculation if that's okay. :)

Like I've been saying for a long-ass time the one thing I absolutely LOVED about The Crown was its portrayal of generational trauma. It very skillfully showed how being a shitty husband who cheats on his wife and treats his kids like garbage was passed down from Prince Andrew of Greece and Denmark to Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh to King Charles and then to Prince William. Hell, it probably started long before that but holy shit THE CYCLE OF DYSFUNCTION AND ABUSE BE REPEATING ITSELF.

And if you really want to dig into it, well.... I think he and Harry followed a pattern that a LOT of siblings of bitter and messy divorce fall into, one kid sides with the mom, one with the dad. It's been said a LOT that Harry was Diana's favorite son, so it probably started with that. And OF COURSE William is gonna side with Charles because well... he's the heir. They have that shared trauma.

And then there's the way the whole "heir and spare" thing absolutely perverts any relationship they might have had as brothers. Charles managed to have a decent relationship with his siblings, I think, because first of all, Anne was a girl, and then Andrew and Edward were significantly younger than him and Anne, so there wasn't this unnaturally massive imbalance of power between them. One of the reasons I've come to believe the monarchy should be abolished is because of how badly it damages the structure of a family in a way that no one should have to deal with.

I think Diana might have been able to guide William into being a better person if she'd have lived, but idk. It may be wishful thinking. His relationship with her became kind of strained when he was a teenager and she was going on TV to tell the whole fucking world about her sex life. I think Diana did the right thing exposing the family like she did, but I can also understand how a 13 year old boy would be absolutely humiliated by that.

THEN there's the whole way he was a MASSIVE heartthrob as a teenager, and was intensely sexualized for it. Like it will absolutely mess with you when you have girls screaming and throwing themselves at you when you're still trying to figure your own sexuality out. It will also massively inflate your ego and convince you that the whole world loves you and there's nothing you can do wrong.

SOOOOOO

as for his relationship with Kate. She's much harder to pin down because she hasn't spent her entire fucking life in the spotlight, and the Middletons are sill granted a certain degree of privacy that the Windsors aren't. I don't think they're as absolutely fucked up as Diana's family was but I still definitely think her mom was a major driving force behind her staying with William.

I think there actually was some initial mutual attraction and that they may have even actually been in love. Buuuut then he waited ten years to propose to her, during which he cheated and they broke up and got back together. Honestly, I don't know what Kate's damage was with all of that, whether or not she was able to convince herself that William wouldn't be another shitty husband, or if she was willing to put up with his bullshit if it meant she would be queen.

Diana was more or less picked out as a bride for Charles because it was assumed that she would be a meek and beautiful wifey who never caused any problems. I mean, she was 19 and he was 32 for fuck's sake. She very much wanted to be queen. BUT what everyone wasn't counting on was that Diana would *gasp* have some serious emotional needs. She was deeply traumatized by her own parents' incredibly bitter divorce, overwhelmed and deeply lonely in her position as princess, and on top of that, suffering from bulimia and then post-natal depression. She needed love and support and Charles spent the whole marriage balls deep in Camilla.

Kate had a much more stable upbringing and had more than a few months to get to know both William and what her role as a princess would be. Ultimately, the vibe I get from her is that she's willing to be the perfect meek beautiful wifey who puts up with William's bullshit if it means she can be royal, which is exactly what Diana was supposed to be.

And I don't mean that to knock or belittle her. She's good at it. She looks incredibly happy when she's doing that. It's her career. It's an exchange I can actually really understand making, especially when your only other prospects involved working for your parents' party company.

But I could be extremely wrong about all of this Maybe she's absolutely miserable but she feels like she has no other options and worried about losing her kids and is terrified of what happened to Diana. It's hard to know, and I wish The Crown would have at least committed to *something* rather than just brushing all of this off.

[dartlekey]

One scoop, two scoop, girl scoop, boy scoop

written for @strangerthingsocweek | rated T | 1486 words cw implied sexual harrassment, misgendering, period-typical homophobia

When Steve returns from the back with a new tub of ice-cream, Robin tears her eyes away from the entrance of Scoops Ahoy to suggest, "You ready to shoot your shot again, Harrington? Or should I take this one?" 

Steve picks the empty container out of the display case without looking, slotting the new container in with ease as surveys the shop, then turns back to Robin with a confused squint. "There's no one here," he tells her, which Robin only doesn't roll her eyes at because he did just literally come out of the back. 

"Nah, over there, by the planter," she explains, nodding vaguely towards the walkway in front of Scoops. "She's walked past here, like, twice, slowly, and now she's just - staring at us. She's definitely coming in here, as soon as she works up the nerve. Though I'm not quite sure what she's so scared of."

Steve looks out at their potential customer. Then he looks back at Robin. "Buckley, that's a teenage boy."

Robin does roll her eyes this time, very pointedly, before turning away from Steve and back to a slim figure in men's jeans and an oversized polo, banged up sneakers and a light brown mullet much like Steve's, except this one fans wide instead of high. A round face with tired blue eyes, a paper note in a calloused hand. Looking at the other girl makes Robin giddy - she's never had the guts to dress so masculine, but she's always wanted to. Never thought she'd see someone like this in Hawkins. 

There's no way she can explain this to the King of the Heteros, but knowing for sure he'll get rejected again delivers its own kind of satisfaction. "No, she's not," Robin says derisively. "Look at the shirt. She works at A&D's, you know, the women's clothing store on the ground floor?" 

Steve frowns. "A teenage boy could be working at a women's clothing store. Don't be sexist."

If this were anyone but Steve Harrington, Robin would be impressed by their open-mindedness, but he's probably only saying that to be contrarian. Or get in her good books. Both kind of icky, really. "Work there, yeah - but not running the place. I've seen her lock up at night, open in the mornings. She instructs the other girls on how to dress the mannequins, which dressing racks to put in front of the windows. Face it, Steve, that's a woman - but, to be fair, from the way you've been striking out, you don't know much about women, do you?"

Steve looks so offended it takes everything in Robin not to burst out laughing. "Excuse you?", Steve says hotly, "I am very knowledgeable about women, and you know what? I'll prove it to you, once she's - oh, shit."

Apprently, she's finally decided to walk into Scoops, shoulders hunched and eyes sharp as she approaches the counter. Robin stares unashamedly, trying to commit everything about her appearance to memory - she's not attracted to A&D girl (unfortunate though that may be, because she's probably never getting another chance like this), but Robin is drawn to her all the same. Like recognizing like, and all that. 

Steve doesn't recognize shit, though. "Hey there, beautiful," he purrs, twirling his scoop in that way which would be impressive if Robin hadn't seen him fumble it twenty plus times while practicing, even smacking himself in the face once. "No need to be shy; if you're unsure of what to get I'll be happy to guide you to a more, uh… unconventional flavor. My name's -" 

"Steve Harrington," their customer interrupts, voice surprisingly soft, "I know. Though I was not aware your flavor included guys."

Oh, Jesus. Robin was wrong. Robin was super wrong, which is extremely disappointing but also sort of morbidly funny, because Steve immediately turns pale as a sheet. 

"Oh, I'm - oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -" 

A&D guy allows himself a small grin, half amused, half - resigned, almost. "Don't worry about it. I suppose you weren't technically wrong yet, I was just being a little mean."

Steve looks about as confused as Robin feels. "Yet? I'm - what? Are you a guy or not?" 

And A&D guy… shrugs. Actually shrugs, like he doesn't really know either, and doesn't particularly care. "In my experience, other people have a lot stronger opinions on that than I do, so I just let them decide. I only ask for consistency in return, because trading pronouns all the time gets messy fast. So, uh," he clears his throat, and fidgets with the note in his hand. "You assumed I was a woman, so to you, I am one. Might not want to flirt with me anymore, though, I'm pretty sure I'm not your type."

Steve blinks. Swallows, blinks again. Then, much to Robin's surprise, he says, "Fuck it. Okay, sure. What's one more tally on the board, right, Buckley? And what can I get for you…?" 

"Kicks," the - person in front of the counter says, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Kicks Maguire," which, alright, is a sick-ass name, and Robin can respect commitment to the bit when it's coming from such an obviously queer person. "And I have a list, it's, uh - each scoop in a separate cup, please, and that's uh, chocolate, chocolate again, strawberry, vanilla, caramel, and lemon."

"Wow, someone's hungry," Robin can't resist joking as she waves Kicks over to the register, and when Kicks laughs Steve fumbles his second chocolate scoop, dropping it back into the container with a curse. "No, this is for the entire team," Kicks explains, "my coworkers. They've been working hard, thought they deserved a treat."

Aw, that's sweet. Robin subtly skims a quarter off the total, then quips cheekily, "What, and none of them wanted to help you carry their prize back to home base?" 

Kicks' eyes flicker to Steve for just a second before returning to Robin, and his - her? No, his, Robin decides, his smile is still perfectly friendly as he forks over a few bills, but Robin is sharper than a lot of people give her credit for. "Nah, I just told them I could handle it."

"Handling it, huh," Robin muses, dropping the change in Kicks' outstretched hand. "Is that why you were messing with Steve, then? Punishment for making your girls uncomfortable?" 

Kicks' eyes widen visibly, and Steve freezes in his movement. "What? Hey, is that true?" 

Kicks shrugs uncomfortably. "Not everyone wants to be flirted with when they're just getting ice cream, Harrington," he says, voice carefully neutral, but Steve still looks like a kicked puppy. "I didn't mean to -" 

Then he frowns, shakes his head. "But I did. I did make those girls uncomfortable, even if I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Kicks, I - they're probably not gonna want to see my face, but could you tell your girls my sincerest apologies?" 

Kicks looks kind of stumped, which Robin can relate to. "Yeah, I - I can do that. Yup. Sure. I'll just head out then, uh, Steve and -" 

"Robin," Robin fills in the blank, "Robin Buckley."

Kicks shoots her a quick, nervous grin. "Robin. You should come by the shop, sometimes. Even if we don't have a men's section."

His eyes dart back to Steve again, then away, and he grabs the tray with ice-cream they prepared for him. Steve frowns after him when he walks away, gaze lingering thoughtfully on the curve of his back. "He said that to you, right? That's weird. What would you be doing in the men's section?" 

Robin shoots him a tight-lipped smile. "I don't know, Harrington. Tell me, though, which part of the men's section do you get your lip gloss and hairspray from?" 

Steve turns an adorable shade of pink and huffs, "Yeah, yeah, point taken. Whatever."

He still keeps his eyes on Kicks' retreating form, and so does Robin. Kicks just makes for such an odd contradiction - he's so casual about his disregard for gendered expectations, self-assured and easy about it in a way that makes you agree with him, because why wouldn't you? And yet, at the same time, there's this caution about him, a smallness, like he wants nothing more than to disappear into the background. A hyperawareness of his surroundings that Robin knows from herself, the craving and the fear to be other inextricably linked. 

And yet he sticks to his guns, stubborn and open. Robin always thought to be publicly other you'd have to be loud and bold, someone like that Sinclair girl that keeps bugging her for free samples, or like  Munson from her drama class. She likes this quiet self-assuredness, though, this stubborn persistence in spite of the fear, not for a lack of it.  Maybe she will check out A&D's sometime. If only to find out how Kicks gets his hair to defy gravity like that, because like hell she's asking Steve.

[ms-m-astrologer]

Transiting Mercury enters Taurus

Wednesday, May 15 - Monday, June 3, 2024

Not quite three weeks - Mercury is back to “lickety-split” mode, except it is lickety-split for Taurus. Which is a bit faster than plodding.

How it looks in Mercury’s “areas:”

Learning - we want practical knowledge, not a lot of theoretical stuff. Since this is final exam time in US academia, we take a steady pace through those tests.

Thinking and reasoning - slowly slowly slowly the Mercury/Taurus makes up its mind. And once it’s made up, it stays there.

Communication - Taureans are known for having beautiful voices; we can express ourselves with simplicity and harmony. Also not known for using many words.

The first week or so, when we have a five-planet pile up in Taurus (Sun, Merc, Venus, Jupiter, Uranus), our mental processes may feel thick and sluggish.

Once the Sun, Venus, and Jupiter all move into Gemini, though - weirdly, that will feel a little calmer than we’d expect, thanks to Mercury - the ruler of Gemini - being in Taurus.

Give a day or so on each side:

Friday, May 17 - Mercury/Taurus square Pluto Rx/Aquarius, 2°03’. Something nasty we can’t quite wrap our heads around. Maybe some mental stagnation to shake off. Or we could be morbidly obsessed with something.

Tuesday, May 21 - Mercury/Taurus trine Juno/Virgo, 8°49’. Enhanced communication between partners. Learning practical things about (helping) disadvantaged groups of people.

Monday, May 27 - Mercury/Taurus sextile Saturn/Pisces, 18°33’. Words of wisdom! If we want to really understand something, this is going to help us with that.

Wednesday, May 29:

Mercury/Taurus trine Ceres Rx/Capricorn, 20°55’

Mercury/Taurus sextile Vesta/Cancer, 20°59’

Here Mercury is basically interceding between the two ends of a Ceres-Vesta opposition. It may want both of them to just shut tf up and leave it in peace - better use would be mediation and negotiation, pointing out where both “sides” agree and working from there.

Thursday, May 30 - Friday, May 31:

Mercury/Taurus conjunct Uranus/Taurus, 24°07’

Mercury/Taurus opposite Pallas Athene Rx/Scorpio, 25°30’

Choices. Do we want to be honest with ourselves and everyone else, or do we want to be comfortable? We may have to face something pretty repugnant.

Sunday, June 2 - Mercury/Taurus sextile Neptune/Pisces, 29°42’. Ending on a creative note - given the Taurus and Pisces affinity for “The Arts,” there is potential for some poetic self-expression.

[korainikki]

Yandere Gamer x Reader

- Tw: Stalking, Hacking, Murdering, Yandere Theme, Gn Yandere, Gn Reader

- Summary: A Yandere Gamer saw you in a MOBA game match, and started to take an interest in you.

- Y/N: Your Name, MOBA: Multiplayer Online Battle Arena, Gn: Gender Netural

You played your MOBA game. You played in a normal match. You selected your current favorite character.

In this match The Yandere Game was here too. They picked an assassin character to ambush the enemy team.

In the game your skills catch an eye to them. You were great with this character. You helped everyone as you could, but died a few times. The Yandere Gamer was a bit sad, because you died helping those useless players who couldn't play normaly. So they stayed beside you. To protect you and win tha match.

After the win The Yandere Gamer befriended you. Firstly they asked your name and some general questions like; Where are you from?, or What you doing for living?. When you answered The Yanderes questions and asked them the same, you two slowly got friends.

The Yandere Gamer started to looking your account and see what your states are like; your main lanes, your most used characters or the last matches you did. And started train themself to be perfect with those characters for you. They got saved your profile picture to stare at you. If you don't have your face on the pfp, it doesn't matter to them. Its related to you and just this matter.

You two started to do rankeds too. When you picked your lane, they pick the closest lane to you. If The Yandere Gamer couldn't pick the closest lane, they choose the one where they can protect you. Mostly they be an assassin, tank or a fighter. But The Yandere Gamer is okay with any type. Just for you. They mastered any lane to be perfect teammate for you.

The games looks like they always close to you and your lane. In the early game they get the buffs, (if they're the assassin), to get as many coins as they can... for you. If The Yandere Gamer with a tank, they want you to be behind them to be safe. If they with a figher, they try kill as many times the enemy team's fighter to as they can... just for your sake.

If the enemy ganged you while The Yandere Gamer was there, they started attack them, or tried take the demages for you. They always want in this situation to you to run, and go to tha base for safety. If you tried to fight alongside with them in this situation, they'll be mad, but not for long. The Yandere Gamer loves this support and hopefulness in you. It gives them a warming filling.

The game mostly gonna be a win. This wins just for you. In the loses, your teammates will be the usless ones, not you. Your never be the problem in the lost matches. If it's your fault, they'll ressure you: It isn't your fault, Y/N.

In some time, they'll get your Insta and other social media accounts what you have. The Yandere Gamer thinks you look beautiful/handsome in the pics. You have a lovely personality and you looks realy good. The Yandere Gamer prise the day when they found you in the game. In return they gave you their social media accounts. Suprisingly they look good. They're not morbidly obes, hair and pervert like in the stereotypes. They're beautiful/handsome as you. And has a charming personality.

The Yandere Gamer gonna stalk you on those accounts when you're not playing with them. They hacked your pc and phone to get more information from you. They want you in their arms, cuddled and play with this MOBA game. Suprisingly The Yandere Gamer didn't hacked the game. They just didn't wanted to. They want to kidnap you in the future, but they can wait you to fall for them as hard as they did. But don't be afraid. Your informations are safe with them.

If someone is trashtalk you for not being good, they will get the scum ip adress and have a talk with them. You won't see this person ever again.

If someone want to play with you more than 2 times, The Yandere Gamer gonna have a talk it them too. If they listen, they live happily without playing with you ever again. If they don't, they gonna die in some horrible way. This is for your protection, and for their ego too.

[ahamkara-apologist]

4 for Eramis, 6, 8. I really love you talking.

ERAMISKELLL HELL YEAH. Also glad you like my rambles, always happy to oblige with more!!

4. What general Spicy Headcanons do you have?

-Eramis is Extremely Sexy by Eliksni standards. They only get more fertile as they age, and because Eramis is old and yet still in prime health, she's clearly showing off that she's got the Good Genes and is pinging all those subconscious sexual favoritism triggers for Good Mate. Pair that with the fact that she is now Kell- aka the top of the hierarchy, she who gets her pick of mates and has no limit on the amount she can keep- and you have a recipe for her being mega sexy. She was considered pretty in a very traditional, pre-Great Machine way back on Riis (as she has a boxy muzzle rather than a rounded one, which is what became the beauty standard during the Golden Age), but post-Whirlwind?? Hooo boy. Too bad this is when she became the least interested in fucking bc of trauma reasons lmaooo

-She's dominant to everyone bar Athrys, but because she likes to take care of her partners first and foremost, not bc she craves pure control. She's a gentle, firm dom who's liberal with her praise (to Eliksni, anyways) and good at keeping a sharp eye on what they need. Athrys is the only one she submits to bc Athrys was her heartmate of many years, and now she can't do that with anyone else w/out being reminded of her and missing her. She's very comfortable with putting people in their place, but I don't think that she'd ever be able to bring herself to cause harm to one of her partners, even if they asked for it. She's a caretaker, not a sadist. THAT BEING SAID, that does not include rough handling- THAT she can do

-Much like fish, Eliksni can change sex as needed, but she generally sticks with the female morph, even though her gender identity verges towards the nb. The reason why I said that she's ambivalent towards this layout is because on one hand, it's what she's the most used to using, but on the other hand, the reason why she sticks with it is because she used to struggle a lot with carrying clutches to term on account of how small she is (in comparison to other Eliksni), so she was never really able to utilize the male morph when she was with Athrys and they were actively focusing on producing clutches of their own. On the OTHER hand, however, she's very very good at utilizing her ovipositor to its fullest extent of her pleasuregiving capabilities, so she's very pleased with that. On the last hand, she fucking hates ovulation so if you're sticking out a heat cycle with her, be prepared to hear her complaining a lot in the phase between ovulation getting induced and her actually laying the eggs in you

-Very good at prepping smaller partners for getting fucked on account of being that smaller partner used to getting fucked. When she first pairbonded with Athrys, they had to spend a better part of their first cycle together just prepping her enough for her to be able to take Athrys's ovipositor without causing pain, so she places a lot of value on foreplay. If you're impatient then good fucking luck bc she's stubborn and she'd much rather get you off multiple times to ensure you're loose and wet and ready enough for her before you're even allowed to THINK about touching her ovipositor.

-She'd sneer at the idea of fucking a human if asked, but she's morbidly curious about it. Good luck getting that knowledge out of her though

-Did I mention that she hates going into heat? Bc yeah, she hates going into heat. This isn't even an 'I miss my wife Tails' meme time, she just genuinely really hates how she goes from being suddenly super anxious to then not being able to focus on anything bc she's so horny, and then, once ovulation is induced by the first phase of fuckin', the ovulation cramps suck ass, even if laying them into someone is all well and dandy. Phylaks and Kridis became VERY used to hearing her bitch about how the one thing that she misses from the Prison of Elders was being too starved/stressed to go into heat. Athrys used to find it endearing how worked up she'd get about it, which Eramis was seldom amused by. Once the worst parts of the leadup are over though, she becomes super touchy and lovey-dovey from the hormone high; good luck being rid of her because she's going to cling to you like glue

-Oh yeah, on the topic of humanfucking: she's aware that blowjobs are a thing, but absolutely refuses to believe they're real because she cannot fathom letting teeth get that close to her genitals. No thanks, she's fine, she'll pass. The appeal for humans that she DOES begrudgingly get is the fact that human women look very soft and warm and fun to hold and squish and dote on, but again- she's not going to admit to that, even to herself

-The overall shape of her ovipositor looks like that of the isonade model from hodge podge entourage. Her vaginal opening is a tight slit right behind it, with very reduced to near absent inner folds- though the few times she molted into the male morph, these became more noticible. She's also got fewer spines on her ovipositor than most Eliksni do, but the few that she does have tend to be longer and more hooked than the rest

okay, now onto the rest of them ksjfdhgb

6. Do you have any pairings or ships, both Canon or not?

-I do!! Though the lens that I see them through are, uh, EXTREMELY arocoded because I myself am aro, so I yearn for this really specific dynamic where two characters deeply trust each other and are sexually intimate rather than actually having romantic feelings for one another, and that makes it a bit more complicated. I'll list them all out here

-Aeris(OC)/Taniks [nonromantic enemies-to-fuckbuddies/accidental husbands]: this is a meme ship that accidentally became a thing after Aeris bit Taniks on the throat to distract him in a DnDestiny session, because I forgot the popular fanon where that is basically a marriage proposal, and then Taniks reciprocated with a legit claiming/mating bite afterwards. That then made me realize that they're perfect for each other because Aeris is an aro weirdo who's an extreme masochist with zero desire for typical relationships and Taniks is a sadist who desperately needs some form of partner but is way too insane for most normal people. They accidentally balance each other out and I have a lot of fun with it; i've even written a fic for them exploring this dynamic a bit, minus the accidental husbands (which can be found right here)

-Eramis/Athrys (romantic): BOI I DIE!!! SHIT BOI. I want Athrys lore to drop during Revenant SOOO FUCKING BAD you dont even fucking know. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BUNGIE GIVE US SOME LESBIAN HAPPY ENDINGS

-O14: everyone loves O14. No need to explain. They're husbands ur honour

-Osiris/Felwinter (platonic): The specific vibe of this one is that I hc Osiris as a trans man who did his transition via Light, but transitioning really fucking sucks in that it makes you Incredibly Fucking Horny while still being wayyy too uncomfortable in your own body for sex with another human being to feel good. In Osiris's case, Felwinter was fine with helping because he didn't see the point in letting him suffer unnecessarily, and Osiris was okay with it because Felwinter was demisexual and thus had zero interest in his body, so he was 'safe'. Power dynamics weren't an issue either bc Osiris being rezzed in his 50s meant that there's no major power gap between them like with most mentor/student relationships. I've also written this before, if you're interested

-Felwinter/Timur (romantic): Idk I just think they're neat. I love the idea of a freak who's obsessed with Braytech to fall in love with another freak who's literally Braytech. They're fun :)

-Eris/Drifter (platonic): They're QPPs to me and you can't tell me otherwise. Yes I know how they are in canon but just let me have this okay. Please. Yes they fuck but it's entirely a platonic 'let me help you get comfortable in your own skin again/i'm happy to blow off some energy' dynamic over anything else

-Drifter/Shin Malphur (??): im gonna be honest i barely think of this ship bc im not a shin dude, but I love the idea of them having romantically charged hatefuck interactions that just never get a solid closure on what they mean to each other because of how the two of them are. Also they're both trans so its t4t nonsense going on here on top of it all lmao

-Eris/Ikora (romantic): IM INSANE ABOUT THEM. Every interaction they have in game is soooo 'exes that fell apart because of tragic life events, not because they stopped being in love with each other' to me. I love the idea that the Hellmouth was what broke them up and that they've just been aching to get back together this whole time, but Eris needed time to heal without thinking about romance and she's convinced herself that Ikora is still in love with the person she used to be vs the person she's become when Ikora is, in reality, still very much in love with her and aching to let her know, but Eris's mental health and recovery is paramount so she's still just... waiting for her, in agony bc she can't help her directly without Eris pushing her away to avoid the hurt. Drifter's working on it for her, but...it's slow going

-Eramis/Taniks (platonic): This one can basically be summed up as two very private, very traumatized genderqueer individuals making a pact to fuck each other through their heats because one of them only trusts the other, and said other can't sleep with someone who actually wants to care for her without thinking about her lost wife and getting depressed over it. Taniks is only comfortable revealing her feminine self around Eramis, and Eramis is too busy trying to wrangle Taniks's horribly undersocialized ass during this whole ordeal to remember how much she misses Athrys. It works out, until it doesn't

-Misraaks/Taniks (enemies to heatmates, very much neither platonic nor romantic): I'm going to be honest here, the reasoning behind this ship is mostly 'I want to see these two snarling at each other as they fuck and then awkwardly having to deal with the consequences, those consequences being unexpected hatchlings' and that's about it

-Uldren/Crow/Jolyon (romantic): They're a fucking disaster. I'm watching this car crash through opera goggles with the utmost sympathy for Jol. Deepest apologies about your cringefail boyfriend buddy

-Mara/Sjur (romantic): OUGHGHGHHGHGHHHHHHHH BOI I CRY

8. If possible would you let your guardians have kids?

-Lmfao, no. I'm a big fan of the Traveler's decision to spay/neuter everyone it rezzes, and I'm fine with sticking with that. Marcie is the only one who's eligible for childcare anyways, an the Bloodborne universe, Marcie DOES end up with a wife and an adopted kid or two after she kills Aeris, who became the next god of the nightmare, but in D2 she remains childless, outside of acting as a House Light minder in her free time. Aeris is perpetually older brother coded and very content with that role, Viper-4's kids are a whole fuckload of critically endangered venomous snakes, Petrichor-12 feels like they don't deserve to have children of their own, and Ashe should never be allowed near a child because she's going to either give that little fucker a beer, a gun, or both

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[k1t-k4t5-l0b0t0my]

i find the way cannibalism and love, these two wildly different concepts, can be so intertwined with one another to be such a beautiful thing. the way that theres this need- this desire to be so incredibly close with another person. an intimacy that you cannot achieve simply by being near a person or even through sex. but yet still this carnal yearning to become indefinitely close with someone. it is acceptance that youll lose possession of your own body because youre freely giving it to this other person. its the sacrifice of your mortal form in exchange for eternal, impossible closeness. 

theres just something so morbidly captivating about that. 

it describes how all-consuming love can be- the craze and obsession that can come with it. when i say that, i dont mean in the stalker sense, i mean always having this person somewhere  in your mind. thinking about them and how theyre doing, when youll next see them again, if theyre thinking about you and getting the same burning in their heart as you get when you think of them. the pain of needing to be with another soul in their entirety.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Alice, Sweet Alice (1976)

To properly appreciate Alice, Sweet Alice, you’ll need a bit of an education. The film was controversial upon its initial release for its so-called anti-Catholic themes - themes that might not seem so revolutionary today. It was also controversial for the violence featured towards children - that might still curl some toes now. Shocking or not, it features a great mystery, surprising twists and a resolution that forces you to pause and think. The performances are off-putting but even if you don't know the film's history, you can tell this is a picture people would come back to.

In 1961, in Paterson, New Jersey, nine-year-old Karen (Brooke Shields) is getting ready for her first communion when she is murdered - strangled to death inside the church. The obvious suspect is her jealous older sister, 12-year-old Alice (Paula Sheppard). Born out of wedlock, with divorced parents and a nasty attitude, who else could commit such a heinous crime?

Released in 1976, it's hard to tell if certain off-putting aspects of the film are dated or deliberate choices. Today, it would be tasteless to infer that someone would develop sociopathic tendencies just because they belonged to a specific religion or were born under “the wrong circumstances”. Back in the 60s and 70s? Not as much, and in a horror movie when good taste is not often a priority, you really don’t know if the movie is warning people about "the truth" or playing with their expectations. The same goes for the way the picture views Alice. There's a weird obsession about how beautiful and sexually liberated a woman the 12-year-old will surely become when she grows up. It makes your skin crawl but is that the point? It makes the killer’s identity difficult to pin.

There isn’t a lot of violence in the film but when blood is shed, you'll reel in your seat. The violence comes from strong emotions but is strangely cold and calculated as well. It feels uncomfortably real. Much of this film is uncomfortable. The way people dismiss Alice even before the first murder is committed, the fact that everyone except Alice's mother (Linda Miller as Catherine) and father (Niles McMaster as Dom) immediately suspect her, the oppressive way crucifixes and religious statues dominate the screen all force you in a direction you don't want to go toward. You know there’s no way this little girl did it. I mean, there’s a reason the killer was wearing a mask and disguise. Yes, I know that disguise looks like the one Alice likes to play in but that would be too obvious. There’s no way! Right?

The moment you think you’ve got the killer’s identity figured out is when Alice, Sweet Alice reveals who’s behind the mask. Then, it keeps going. It isn’t enough that we know the who and the why. They either need to be apprehended or their actions need to continue up to their logical conclusion. The thrills come from a different place now. You want to see what’s going to happen next, which means the film has a life beyond that initial viewing.

One aspect of Alice, Sweet Alice that hasn't aged well is the acting style. Maybe it was just the way they did it back in the day. Maybe the minuscule budget ($350,000) meant director Alfred Sole couldn’t get anyone better. Either way, the actors are often unconvincing and certain characters, like the morbidly obese Mr. Alphonso (Alphonso DeNoble) seem very over-the-top; too much for their presence not to mean something. Even so, there's a part of you that wonders if this is not a stylistic choice. If it is, what does it mean?

Even once you know the answer to the film's mystery, there’s a lot of suspense in the relationship between the characters and the drama that enters their life following the initial murder. Though it is rough around the edges, this is an instance where the imperfections sort of make the film more interesting. Any suspense thriller/horror that keeps you guessing without cheating for as long as Alice, Sweet Alice does is worth checking out. There’s a lot to unpack in its subtext and characters. (October 29, 2021)

[lususnatura]

okay, but i can just see that because blamore is canonically still new to gotham's underground, that a fair amount of people might not know what he really looks like. and because of that... some people might go off of the very vague descriptions that have gone around of him, that states it's either SUPER hard to look at with how its ribs stick out of it and its spine can grow in size + blamore can literally strangle someone with it if he's able to get a grip on them. or that it's morbidly kind of beautiful with all of the flora on it,, like, there's no in between LOL. and as a result — i bet y'all can imagine people's shock when they finally see him, only to discover that he has kept his good looks for sure to the point where it's almosttt possible to forget that it's a plant monster.

like, idk about you all, but... i think he can kind of get it y'know LMAO not to brag or anything OFC. i'm just saying that because one of it's powers being bone manipulation; and with that, wearing clothing such as robes that it can easily shrug his arms out of and such is probably a common occurrence for it now that i think about it so that he doesn't rip it + it'd just be graceful as hell to see blamore wearing these billowy robes that trail down behind it in my humble opinion okok