#mouth of the architect

[toffeethief]

[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[attractthecrows]

kicking my feet like a schoolgirl. wouldn't it be fucked up if the Architect found the HoF when they went to the deep roads on their Calling. wouldn't it be fucked up if they fought their way as deep as they could go until they're too blighted and injured to go on and the Architect picked them up on the verge of death and kept them alive and experimented on them with darkspawn & archdemon & his own blood until they're corrupted and immortal like him

[wellthebardsdead]

Bass: *fixing his power armour*

Lucien: Hi again, Um? Bass was it? I know you’re probably getting annoyed by all my questions but I was wondering. You never explained why you can’t talk without your helmet on.

Bass: *pulls his goggles up to look at him before walking to his work bench and scribbling on a piece of paper before handing it to the tiny imperial*

The note: “I’m a tonal Architect. My voice is trained to such a frequency the vibrations could rupture blood vessels and vital organs in your body if you heard it unfiltered.”

Lucien: Ohh! It’s like the greybeards then?

Bass: *pauses for a moment and thinks before nodding in agreement*

Lucien: Incredible! Two completely different races from two entirely different cultures able to harness the very sounds of the universe! Though, you definitely have much more appealing facial hair then the greybeards.

Bass: *purple cheeks turning dark blue from blushing* Oh- *covers his mouth feeling the ground suddenly shake*

Lucien: *standing there smiling as blood pours out of his nose* I think I may need a healing potion.

[paramounticebound]

@godresembled ❤'d for a starter for Shmi!

She knows beauty like a capillary, threaded within. Threaded everywhere, everywhere. She can see it in the sand, she can see it in the sky, can see it in the aperture of his chest.

He wonders if she can find anything pretty in desolation.

Snow-capped peaks looming in the distance remind him of the claws in his back, shadows dipping between his teeth. Ice-wind cuts across his face with a lover's palm. Khan doesn't know if she can stomach Kijimi. But he'd promised.

He's promised.

"I promised," he says, standing near enough to her to lend whatever warmth becomes him, "Here we are."

[bubtans]

also kaveh being a confirmed aesthete who's reflective one of the most privileged art movements of its century is very on the nose because of COURSE this is the guy who screams about how empathetic and caring he is while also not doing anything materially to support ethical social functioning except for wantonly throwing his paychecks at those he perceives to be in need, as well as stopping that empathy short of giving alhaitham any grace for what he continues to do for people he cares about

guy who reflects the idea that the revolution has to look pretty and is lauded by the audience for his peripheral contributions and nice delicious white boy queer subtext with another guy that he simply does not understand (because said other guy does not want his contributions to the movement to be "televised" and his good will is therefore misinterpreted as not caring about people). of COURSE kaveh is a fujoshi fan favorite

hope we find out that both he and alhaitham have been married to women for the past 5 years just to see this yaoi empire crumble

[forgnome]

No one tells you that the hardest part of designing a building is not even the design itself, but its description.

What do you mean I have to write 15 pages about my process???

Just... *vaguely gestures at the wall of plans and sections* LOOK at it!

[f1uckinghell]

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[ohwhatthefuck]

after seeing neil gaimans library i feel the need to share one of my favourite libraries i’ve ever been in which is Cornell’s Andrew Dickson Library because just look at it

[faaun]

whenever i think/talk abt a "you" it's at least 5 different people usually

[toffeethief]

Mouth Of The Architect - Rocking Chairs And Shotguns

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Had a song fragment stuck in my head and it took about 2 hours but I found it 👍

[saouronstoenails]

If you think you have a bad relationship with your dad, I am an art kid and my dad is a FUCKING AI BRO.

[paramounticebound]

|| @hollowichor / Kanya <3'd for a starter!

Through the debris, he can see her, a silhouette in the dust. Flowing through his veins is something akin to panic, the closest he'd ever felt; the way his body reacts to it makes him feel unsteady. Unprepared. War is familiar friend, the battlefield his home-- loss should not be so striking.

Would be loss. Could be.

He's never been in love before. That the heaviest part of it, he thinks, skidding behind a broken wall, temporarily out of sight from the enemy. Just a little closer, one breath, two, before he bolts out into the open once more, dodging blaster fire and managing a few shots of his own before he's finally at her side. There's breathing, there's a pulse.

Thank the stars.

Khan drags her out of immediate sight, already proof that he is no Mandalorian. He would not leave her behind. Dying in battle is a fate that he will embrace-- but not now. Not without her.

"Kanya, ner alor," lifting her head in his arms, attempting to shake her back into the land of consciousness, "Ner cyar’ika."

[myuzucompendium]

"I'll do you one better. Dye your hair rainbow colors to look like a fucking badass."

[madwomansapologist]

──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 6: 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

title: haunted bang synopsis: when you decided to explored a haunted mansion, all you wanted was to gain more knowledge for your grimoire. you never expected it to be habited, even less for all the residents to agree that sharing is caring. [1.8K] cw: wizard!reader, teratophilia, monster fucking, gangbang, voyeurism, size difference, manhandling, mind connection, scent kink, oral (f!receiving), pet play, pussy drunk, overstimulation, you know that post about "would you fuck your clone?", f in v, monsters included are a eldritch creature, a werewolf, a vampire and a shapeshifter.

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There is so many rumors about the mansion. Some believe it to have been built on top of an ancient cemetery, ending the ghost’s slumber. Others, that a coven filled every room with protection runes to preserve the soul of the late owners. A journal published a profile for an architect that died a day after the construction was completed, but quick research showed he had nothing to do with it.

Lies and gossips spread easily, but those brave enough to walk into the dead-end street can see the truth by themselves. Whoever chained those doors did so sensibly, since nothing sane could ever come out of them. A darkness spreads from within the house.

After making your way in with an old pliers, you explored the first floor. There were many chances of turning away, all of them ignored willingly. At the end, all you had were two options: to stay at home safely, or possibly learning a new spell for your collection.

Wizards aren’t known for making the obvious, easy choice.

Since the moment you sensed the darkness this mansion casted, nothing would’ve convinced you of not coming back to explore the secrets within those walls of bricks and stones. You feel it even better now, this great deal of mana. It isn’t a cursed mansion, only a heavily enchanted one.

A relieved smile appeared on your face when you finally found a library. You invoked flames in the remaining candles on the chandeliers and sat down on a large armchair. With the books floating from their shelves and surrounding your body, you analyzed them quickly in search of something worth your time.

In a few minutes, you found it. Holding an old grimoire in your hands, you blew the dust away. Walking through the library, your excitement blinded you. You put the book down on a table, opening your own to copy any fun spell.

As you begin to read the grimoire, your eyes widened. It takes strength from great old forces, eldritch entities incomprehensible to the average mortal. Based on entropy, it alters the fabric of reality itself.

Ancient magic. Its use is highly forbidden, and usually punished with death. Cleaning your glasses on your skirt, you bended over the table and read every line with an unending curiosity.

The first touch went unnoticed. A soft, quick brush against your arm. As your thigh got pinched, you assumed it to be the work of a hungry insect. But when a cold aura surrounded you, embracing your body and soul, there was no doubt left.

Whatever old force empowers this place; it was right here. Right behind you.

Your quarterstaff materialized between your hands. Your grimoire floated, pages turning as you recite your strongest protection spell. Changing your posture, you were ready to fight.

The quiet nature of this threat shifted.

Something forced its way inside your mouth, putting an end to your attempt of using radiant magic. An invisible force, but not less palpable because of it. As you bit down, trying to stop it, you felt it pressing down on your tongue.

Intruder, a voice spoke inside of your head. Low and strident, all at once. Thief in the night.

A limb embraced your waist, leaving a gelid trace as it fit beneath your shirt. A hand grabbed your left thigh so roughly you had no reaction but to whine with your mouth full. Little by little, there wasn’t a muscle of your body free to fight back.

It lifted you from the ground, forcing your hands open. The quarterstaff disappeared in the air before hitting the floor. Higher and higher in the air, your body trembled. Fully involved by this coldness, you had no way of moving.

Usurper, she hissed inside your mind. Or was it a masculine voice? You couldn’t quite picture it. But thinking back about it, didn’t it groaned and roar? Was it even human? Nothing will harm my home.

Nothing will, you thought. If you could hear its voice, then it could hear you too. You hoped. I mean no harm. I swear.

LIAR.

I want to learn, you tried to bargain. I have no intentions of hurting anyone. I didn’t even know there was someone in here to harm. All I desire is to know more than others. Nothing more, nothing less.

The silence gave you an opportunity to look for your grimoire. Alone on the ground, it was so close and yet so far away. Even if it was near, with you unable to speak or move there were few spells you could cast. And none of them would be of any real practical help now.

A soft caress on your cheeks took you from your hushed thoughts. As your feet touched the floor, you stumbled trying to regaining your balance. It held you in place, the feeling soft and rough.

I can teach you everything I know, it whispered. For a cost. This time, the voice came with pictures in your mind. Do you want that?

In them, you saw yourself. Lips hanging open, forehead covered in sweat, eyes half-closed. You saw tears running down your face, legs spread and trembling, fingers closed tightly around the same table you used before.

And in them, you saw glowing eyes still hidden by darkness.

Yes, I want that.

The same careless limbs bended you over the table, but this time it was gentler. Less worried about safety, more worried about you. Holding your hands behind your back, it placed your legs apart.

Something cold touched your inner thighs. It moved against your skin, lingering. Once more, you invoked flames. Contorting your body, a gasp broke the silence. Kneeled down, eyes fixated on your thighs, you found a werewolf.

“Your scent”, he groaned. His face rubbed against you, inhaling shamelessly. His yellow eyes raised to yours, and in them you saw desperation. His muzzle went away from you and he smiled, displaying his sharp fangs. “Hold her still.”

Once he closed his mouth, you tried to move away. Not because you wanted for him to stop, but because how couldn’t you when he says that? You were forced down, back caressed and head scratched. Like a pet, you were kept still and quiet.

Your skirt was thrown away from your body and he… sniffed you? Half of you bare to whoever there to witness, with a monster between your legs. To know that you’re being watched only makes you desire this more. A huge tongue licked your pussy, you moaned. It was real, just a tad louder than it needed to be.

Putting on a show, it laughed inside your head. Keep on this good work and I might not let you walk away.

Your eyes closed as he continued to ravish you. Restless, he simply continued. Tongue deep into you, teeth sinking into your skin, lips sucking around your clit. Your legs were covered in drool, and you could feel it dripping from your aching core.

A hand grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up. A real touch this time. The candles showed you the tall woman in front of you, nails so long they could be mistaken by claws. Looking into her red eyes, you felt a primal urge inside you.

Everything inside you told you to run.

Nature is such a disappointing force. It is not your fault that you were born a prey, that ancient being spoke. Its voice oscillated, as if it was too far away and suddenly right against your ear. And it is not hers to be turned predator long ago.

“This delicate sparkle in your eyes”, a velvet voice made to your ears. Elegant, but sharp. She smiled, and the fangs weren’t a reason to act surprised. “You won’t allow it to dissuade you, will you? Don’t struggle. There is no use.”

Her free hand closed around your neck. A movement faster than you could see, but delicate enough for you to know she didn’t want you to break apart.

“You are mine now, puppy”, she smirked. “Put your mouth to use.”

As she put her knee on top of the table, moving the black dress enough for you to see her strong legs, the vampire pulled your hair again. “Yes, mistress”, you said.

Satisfied, she forced your head between her thighs. As the werewolf continued to torture your poor pussy, you treated hers like a wine you had to enjoy every little sip. It was easy to get eager, to get lost on your own never-ending pleasure, but you made sure to treat her nicely.

Every whimper of hers made you weaker. Every bite from him made you weaker. Every hold onto your skin, whispers inside your head, made you weaker.

It was no surprise your orgasm would break you in pieces. It was no surprise every single one of you would continue despise it.

As you breathed in, trying to get your legs to work, a hand came back to stroking your skin. It put you on top of the table as if you weighted nothing. Before you could flutter your eyes open, those skilled fingers were inside of you.

Touching in the right place, with the right pressure, at the exact right moment. It was perfect. Did this creature read your mind in a way or another? Or is this fate, and in this wretched place you find someone that really knows exactly how to fuck you properly?

“What a delight”, the vampire spoke. “May I drink from her now?

The werewolf hummed. “Look at her legs. Those pretty lips”, you heard him doing just that. “You can’t. Not yet. I need my plaything strong and capable for the night.”

“But do you really, old dog?” She argued. “No one will judge you for admitting you need to rest. No one but me, of course.”

Her mind is far more interesting, it spoke again. Apparently, everyone could hear it. Her memories taste even sweeter. What a fine thing found us this evening.

“How luck we are”, you said.

But you didn’t.

Opening your eyes, you saw yourself. Fingers deep into your cunt, mouth displaying the most annoying smirk. Eyes glistening with fake innocent.

“Fuck”, you babbled.

The smirk seemed to grow. “Your mind is a interesting place”, that thing said. Even her voice was the same as yours. “But I need to say, your body if far more comfortable.”

Looking into your eyes, all you could do was take it. Let this being have its fill of you. Watch for your tits move. The strechmarks on your waist. Your soft thighs. Those freckles on your skin.

Being used, watching yourself, its voice came back. You want this to stop?

You giggled. “Don’t tell me it’s over already?”

Not at all, the voice came back. Let’s move to the next floor.

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