#my library of alexandria

[pstelwitchcraft]

I'm still so, so fascinated by Laudna. Like, how deep does the denial go? When Imogen asks her "you're not lying to me again, are you?" And she takes over a minute to answer pretty defensively that No, she's not, is she unsure because she knows she's lying? Is she unsure because she knows that she's definitely feeding delilah and that the stronger she gets, the least control Laudna has? Is she unsure because she knows delilah was gone for good, completely, and Laudna allowing her to come back is what flooded the gates again? Does Laudna herself understand that she's lying to Imogen and how? Marisha has straight up not given any definitive answers whenever she's asked about their relationship and I am just so curious.

When she says "No. I'm not feeding her, she's feeding me too. It's symbiotic", is she lying through her teeth because she thinks that will make Imogen worry less or does she genuinely believe that? I cannot understand if she truly believes she needs Delilah, if she knows, deep down, that she doesn't and Delilah is actually feeding off of her but there's a dependent relationship there that she can't let go or if this is all some sort of self depreciative sabotage where she knows that she's likely going to lose herself to this but she believes it to be worth it if it helps her friends in any way.

It's probably a mix of all three but I genuinely cannot stop thinking about it.

[bulletpillarsinorion]

joosts ‘1938’ tattoo is the hottest thing. ever. send tweet.

[l1veleak]

porsche should make him do silly stuff like this more often. for my entertainment ofc

[rakishhellion]

NOOOOOOOO I WAS GONNA POST A COOL SKELETON SEX GIF I FOUND BUT I DELETED ITTTTTT

heres a screencap of the sticker i made with it :(

[bulletpillarsinorion]

i shouldn’t be questioned i should always be believed

[sickfreaksirkay]

[artemisosaurus-rex]

His what

[kevinsdsy]

kevin day would drop to his knees in horror every time he remembers the library of alexandria and all knowledge that’s been lost on us

[vaperarmand]

these two lines from this transcript of the loumand fight in 2.04 are my new personality for the foreseeable future. two bitches in denial pointing at each other playing "who wants to fuck the old man most" and they're both losing

[bulletpillarsinorion]

nearly 4am and i’m scrolling through tumblr even though i should sleep since i have school in five hours this is true teenage girlhood

[bottombaron]

you know, i can handle a little bit of fun "Nandor is dumb" talk, but i have a net-zero tolerance for any implication that Nandor is not educated.

Nandor would have been incredibly educated in his lifetime.

even (or especially) as a soldier in the Islamic World. being a soldier was more like getting sent to boarding school that's also a military camp. they weren't just concerned with creating loyal fodder for war. they were building the next government officials, generals, accountants, advisors, etc. it was important that young men knew how to read, write, speak multiple languages, learn philosophy...sometimes even studying art and music was mandatory.

if he was nobility (and its most likely he was), take all that shit and multiply it exponentially. Nandor would have been reading Plato at the same age most people are still potty training. he would have been specifically groomed in such a way to not be just a brilliant strategist and warrior, but also diplomate and ambassador of literally the center of scientific and cultural excellence of the age.

so like yeah, he can be a big dummy sometimes, sure. but that bitch is probably more educated than any of us will ever be.

[2129888]

i literally got the living daylights scared out of me a while back by an oofuri mention in this caramelldansen lore dump video i was watching and it was awesome i've never been able to forget it and wanted to share it. i went like this

[artdcnaldson]

ok so the thing is, at this point in time, art is so mean and cruel to reader, like hes hot and sexy, but mean. and he absolutely prioritizes his own pleasure far above hers. so i was thinking a little thought, im 100% convinced that art would pinch readers nose closed while fucking her face... :) probably after she said something extra bratty, or flirted with one of the guys from the tennis team. basically hes sick of her bullshit and wants her to suffer the consequences. whilst either or maybe alternating between, holding her head down on his cock, and smacking her cheeks. all whilst calling her a little slut :(((

i luv him, i need him

-🐞

Ohhhhh agree <3

We got a little of it in the vignette where Art fucks her throat at her house and pinches her nose closed (pre-breakup) but I knowwww he would’ve done it before.

He sees you talking with one of his teammates (a sophomore named Ryan) at a party after he told you to stop fucking hovering around him. He knew it was to get back at him, the way you smiled and put a hand on his arm while you laughed at his jokes. Ryan wasn’t that funny. Ryan wasn’t funny period.

But yeah </3 he has to tug you into a spare bedroom, push you to your knees, and sink his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, lashes fluttering as your eyes grow all wet and slick with tears. He pops your cheek and you whine.

“You looked so fucking trashy throwing yourself at the team. You know people talked about it in the locker room, right? About how desperate you were. I’m teaching you a lesson. This is how guys treat sluts,” Art moans. Your tongue laves at the underside of his cock. He doesn’t know how you know to do that— you must’ve been whoring yourself around. It pisses him off just to think about. He thrusts deeper, holds your head down on him until your throat constricts and you gag.

You’re panting when he pulls you off, lips drooly and strung with spit. You look up at him, suck on his tip, swirl your tongue around the head like you would a fucking lollipop. It makes him crazy. You do that to him. “You’re such a— fuck- god- that fucking mouth— a fucking whore.”

You nod, press a sweet kiss to his tip. “I wanted you to notice me,” you admit. “You only notice me when I’m with other boys. You’re jealous.”

His jaw ticks. That was the wrong fucking thing to say. He grabs the back of your head, bottoms out until his dick is buried in the warmth of your throat. It’s hard for you, he knows, but you must’ve been practicing, or something, because he finds less resistance than he thought there would be. “I’m not fucking jealous,” he says, breathy and fucked-out just from your mouth.

You look up at him, and there’s a sort of knowing in your gaze, an understanding. He can’t say anything to convince you otherwise. He is jealous, you know it, he wants you so bad, you just have to convince him more.

It pisses him off. He pulls out of your mouth, lets you take a few deep inhales, and then he’s thrusting back into your mouth, holding your nose closed so you stop fucking thinking it’s a reward for being such an easy slut. He fucks into your mouth, all hot and wet and suctioning around him. You’re whining, all muffled and drooly. Small little hands pushing against his thighs as you claw for air.

Jesus, that shouldn’t get him hard. He’s a better person than that, he’s not Patrick.

But you’re looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, crying out even though your words are muffled by his cock down your throat. He pulls off, lets you take a heaving breath, and buries himself back inside that perfect fucking mouth of yours.

He doesn’t cum in your mouth, even though he wants to. You’d probably like it if he did. He pulls out, leaves you panting and gasping beneath him as he glazes that pretty face of yours with his cum.

He grabs his phone, snaps a picture before you can react. Your eyes widen in surprise and you stand up, scrambling to take it from him. “I could fucking send this around, let everyone know how easy you are,” he threatens.

“Art, stop��“ you whine. “Delete that.”

He laughs at the sight, of you jumping for the phone he’s holding above your head, lips swollen, face painted with thick ropes of his cum. He could tell you to fucking roll over and you would. He grins. “I’m not going to, because I’m a good person. Because Patrick would fucking kill me if he found out you were getting run through by the tennis team.”

“So what’s the point?” You ask, as you grab one of his shirts and wipe your face off, grimacing at the sticky smear on your skin.

Art just shrugs, settles on his bed. “Maybe I just like seeing you be the one to squirm for once.” He rolls his eyes, pats your cheek and nods for the door. “I’ll see you at the party Shawn’s hosting, right?”

Confusion flickers across your expression but you nod. “Yeah, uh, if you think I should—“ He nods and you smile, all pretty and hopeful. “Okay, yeah. I’ll see you then.”

You’re practically skipping on the way back to your dorm.

WE’RE BACK WITH STANFORD ERA PATRICK’S SISTER AU AND EVERYONE CLAPPED!!!!!!

Angst is fun but i missed the mess i missed the drama. I hve to return to my roots (being crazy)

[ash-and-starlight]

new love language is sending links to pirated media

[thecobaltcoyote]

Ok for the record, I hate this being the alternative/new resource (also don’t know if this has been said or everyone’s already aware) but for any future VLD rewatches, hate watches, rewrite material, or meme compilation creation, etc.

There is an entire “collection” of VLD media on the Internet Archive search engine. That may help you piece together and COMPLETE the SERIES.

I hope this is helpful rather than annoying.