#ncie

[automeris-io-moth]

Stains. 

When the ringing on their ears subsided, and they were once more aware that they needed to breathe, the blood was still there. On their hands and their clothes, staining the white collar of their shirt, and embedded in the fibres of their wool sweater. 

It would never wash off, they knew. 

There was a sting too, right under where their fingernails rested, and they wondered where it had come from, they were never hurt that day, even when red painted their hands and stained all their clothes. Yet it hurt, it hurt in their arms, a sharp pain pulsating from where some droplets of blood emanated. 

They didn't understand what ached. 

“Stop love, stop,” a voice called softly, barely a whisper but told so near they could hear it loud and clear “you’re hurting yourself.” 

Wide eyes with trembling pupils lifted to meet the other one person in the room with them, blurry with tears and barely focusing on the face of the one holding their arms by the wrists. 

One hand shifted to grapes both hands with one of the other, allowing the other to travel to the trembling Hero’s face, wiping a tear, then, the blood from around their mouth. 

“Oh my dear, dear love, what have they done to you?” 

And Hero wanted to explain, they wanted to tell the stranger that it hadn’t been them, that they remember not what had happened to their team, what had happened to the generals and the high commanders. They knew not what they were doing there, stained in cold blood on the concrete floor of that place. 

Nothing but a whimper left their mouth, and all that sounded well-thought and eloquent in their head, came as a cry out, as a mumbling of unintelligible words. 

The stranger laid the Hero’s hands back to their lap, and lifted their face cupping it gently. 

“Do you need help? Do you want my help?” 

Defeated, Hero nodded. Snorting back their tears, 

“Please.” their voice trembled. 

“Then you shall have it love, my love.”

The wet sound of feet against the stained floors echoed across the then empty room. A hand entered their view, and from their knees, Hero looked up. 

“Give me your hand,” the stranger said, “ I’ll take you somewhere safe.” 

And with a grateful nod, Hero took it. 

Villain was grateful, then, warmth filled their chest. They would never have had the heart to give Hero the serum, bit their own team had had it, and that made everything all the easier.

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Masterlist

[herbertlangethings]

Emptiness - BoA [Music Bank] | KBS WORLD TV 240329

since I start with loving K-Pop 2010, this Queen of, was and is all time close to me, and with such vocals and choreo she forever will be.......................huhhhhhhhh

[dr-reids-fidget-toy]

<3

I had to search my memory pretty hard to find a straight couple where they’re both vamps

[arkido881]

Volksfest Dachau Rundgang 2023

[heartorbit]

🩷💛💚💜

[questionableorigin]

[insufferablemod]

doodles from @calware s 413 aggie! it was a blast!

[distant--shadow]

Imogen stirs

"Honey, did you say somethin'?" she blearily whispers. 

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?" 

"No, I was just thinkin'."

"With your eyes closed?" 

"With ma eyes closed." Imogen turns over her shoulder and kisses Laudna on the end of her permanently broken nose. "What were you laughin' about?" 

Laudna's focus darts to where her hand had grasped for energy unattainable to her. 

"I was thinking about my arms popping out of their sockets after trying to wrangle Fearne." 

Imogen stifles her laugh, her dimples drawing in shadows. 

"There is a lot of her." 

she quiets as from a few feet away, Fearne gently snores. 

the scoff Imogen's throat gives is affectionate, a reverberation of rumble travelled between them sympathetic and synchronised.

"mm." Laudna shortly hums. She can't disagree. 

She returns her hand to lay ontop of Imogen's upturned, though it is hard for her eyes to ignore the only source of light in the room, despite her dark vision. 

Imogen's fingers thread between her own; squeeze tentatively, questioningly. 

Laudna's head is rested over Imogen's shoulder, sunken into the crook of her neck, her soft lilac hair pillowing her white castle ruin cheek

their line of sight can't be too dissimilar, surely Imogen can't ignore the spectral tightrope illuminating between herself and the faun. 

(Laudna hadn't done a good job of making it across the one over the river.)

Imogen can most likely feel it, even if her eyes are closed. 

Thinking. 

How much of that is her own? 

The gold of her circlet a juxtaposition of hot flesh meeting cold, a flux permanently balanced between their two body tempratures. 

"You have said before, that we're a lot..." 

"We are, but we wouldn't be us if we weren't. It's what makes us right, it's why we work." the hush to Imogen's voice doesn't dampen its affection. 

Laudna props herself up on her left elbow, right arm still draped over Imogen but now her head hovering over the other woman's, their hair a mass of wiry blacks and wavy lilacs covering the pillow

Laudna wonders how the two would look braided, 

of seafoam green-

"And Fearne?" 

Imogen's brow furrows.

Fearne? 

Imogen opens their mental connection to excuse the third woman from their conversation. 

The two of you…

Imogen's cheeks flush, imperceptible to anyone else within their nook or the neighbouring-nook ‘rooms’ (Laudna would know easily how to make a room of them), despite their sleeping, despite Orym’s perception. He can't see in the dark. He can't get to know everything. And Chet-

well, he'd probably argue he could smell the blood anyhow.

I am not jealous. I do not envy your posistion. I am glad you have someone-

Laudna, what you talkin’ about? I have you. 

You have both of us, and I really am thankful for that.

both- Imogen mirrors, a slightly confused crinkle still on her brow and a rosy flush under the peach fuzz. Laudna is inherently enamoured by it. 

I will always stand by the belief - my belief - that you should do what you want and you alone, but I am thankful-

Laudna leans down and kisses Imogen on her forehead just to right of the jewel embellishing her circlet; her lips feel the skin rise, in relief or surprise, maybe both, maybe something else. 

I am thankful that you are not alone in this, I am thankful that you have someone to share it with-

her grip tightens around Imogen’s, and she extends their arms by the hand from out of the confines of their bed roll, running just parralel to the tether between Imogen and Fearne. 

-and the ‘thing’ I should be directing that thanks towards is Fearne; because I certainly don't like the idea of directing it towards anyone or anything else that's involved. 

Imogen's lips part as if they mean to form words, but only a long and slightly shaken exhale departs from between them. 

No, certainly no thanks to her mother, nor Fearne’s father, not the gods, or their predator. 

Don't stunt yourself, don't close yourself off. What connects us is what gives us power. 

[knizuu]

I switched styles on how I draw the fandoms, how cursed is this-

[captain-sticky-buns]

weird fruit with a seperate weirder fruit photostudy of the R.E.D series soundwave figure (original pic in the readmore)

[c-kiddo]

Hi!! I'm a researcher in decolonial studies. For your project, are you looking for *anything* decolonial, or do you only want resources on rewilding specifically? There's a great article called something like The Tangled Wilds of Temagami about how the concept of "wild" was created in Canada and I have more but it's like. A lot

the project is focused on rewilding right now, specifically mostly in scotland because oh god the native landscape is prettydestroyed here, by land owners, rich people, royals, the uk government of course. i just ask about decolonising since its linked in basically everywhere. taming the 'wild' is such a pilar of colonialism so i'd like to touch on that in some way. i was looking a bit at various north american and scandinavian rewilding too + landback movements in both places (nothing concrete for any of this right now. ive drawn a lot of ptarmigans lol) and then of course all this linked to climate emergencies like lack of snow and wildfires. ill need to narrow it down but for now im Thinking

also, when i search your suggestion only listings for a book/writing about it seems to be coming up for me rather than an article so im not sure if its what you meant :-0

[jesse-cosay]

Just them being soft and cuddly,,, I think we all need it

[drarrytm]

MY HUSBAND GOT OMEGA

I took a quiz on if I’d be an alpha, beta, or omega… I got alpha I sent it to my husband let’s see what he gets…

[mail-me-a-snail]

His hands come up to rest on Johnny’s hips. He looks up at the latter like he had hung the moon, eyes all round and hungry. “Johnny,” V breathes, the name reverent in his mouth.

im ok. im normal. im so so normal. its unbelievable how normal i am rn!

crops below the cut!

[brbgensokyo]

the more jrpgs i play the more i realize how much BD specifically resonated with me. It's hard to describe but theres a lot of the more critically acclaimed shit i dont click with but the scuffed bullshit with heart is what gets to me

[starswirly]

DESTROYER OF WORLDS AND SELF PROCLAIMED 11/10 GIVEN A DRESS 1726384739 WOLRDS DESTROYED 17367384929384 MISSING

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