#oooooop

[girl-named-matty]

Ominis: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Sebastian. Sebastian: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

[nemyzilla]

Oh we asking ocs questions now? JOEY. Do you like hamsters.

[galexibrain]

I think it funny when people call Vegeta an emotionally and physically abusive parent (there's room for debate lol) but the most insane thing is: I'd rather have him for a father than deal with my mother's "parenting" ever again lmao

[bucksangel]

mafia!stucky fic might be out later today!!

[devildungeondm]

I would’ve been on sooner but I accidentally passed out.

[hidefire]

oop (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ

@kissmedcadly … put a collar on rain.

it takes her a second to figure out what’s going on. hands go to her neck, to what she thinks for a second is a necklace. but with the way her shirt falls, she can feel the metal tag against the top of her chest. rain doesn’t need a mirror to put the pieces together.

a collar. why does she like the feeling of it so much.

blue eyes move to vic now, fingers running over the leather. “and… what is this for?” she asks, happy to play dumb.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

🤰🏻

oh no…what’s happening…🚶‍♀️…🧎‍♀️

[velvetwarfare]

WHAT’S AT YOUR CORE?

BEHIND THE MASK.

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

[withliight]

‘  i’m  begging  for  you  to  take  my  hand  .  ’

EVERMORE SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 1

001.  WILLOW  .

caroline's eyes look at his outdrawn hand, internally trying to force herself to make a choice. making that choice, it would mean something. she would have to face it then, no masks, no hiding. taking his hand-- it wasn't just TAKING HIS HAND. her fingers loosened from fists, as she realized, what did it matter at this point? maybe it wouldn't mean anything to him, maybe it really was just her. AGAIN. and with that last traumatizing thought she let her breath go and her control followed closely behind. before she changed her mind, her fingers curled around his. "fine."

@sarcasticsnackpack

[betrayingcrown]

crown of blood. (shhh it works. ily.)

 action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC.

crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes

--- Somnus was used to having judge various criminals. It was almost a daily task for him. And the crimes ranged from petty to serious. But today was an interesting case. A murder. Committed by a young woman, who curiously enough didn't look like she was from Lucis or anywhere nearby. Even more. She was confused when confronted with the state of the world. She didn't know a thing about his kingdom, the Starscourge, anything.

--- Naturally that caught his interest enough that the moment she was able to be presented to him he immediately made time to see her. The woman, instead of the throne room like most did, was brought to different one. More off to the side with less crowds or servants. He had a few question to ask first before his judgement came.

--- ❝ First off. Who are you and why did you kill that man? ❞ A stern, commanding voice. Which he often liked to use when ordering his soldiers.

[stimpry]

homestuck if it was good

[aer0s]

WILLIAM AFTON WILLIAM AFTON

you can do ur own design you'd like but i'd also be partial to seeing the movie one in ur style ^^

surely he's qualified!

[riseofalbion]

A polite smile, turned to a confused frown which quickly warped into his mouth agape at the woman's claims. All air felt like it was sucked out of him as her face slotted itself back into his memories. "Freya?" His voice was fragile, eyes wide and a tinge of fear ran through him. But not at who she was, but at the possibility this was another of his fantastical dreams. That this was someone who had somehow found something of his past to use against him. "You're.... how is this possible?"

Merlin's words cut through Freya deep. It was like she felt her heart hit the pit of her stomach. He didn't remember her. She could feel the hurt all the way to the tips of her fingers, which trembled. She quickly begun to wring her hands to hide it, swallowing down her hurt. "You don't remember," she breathed, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Did she just leave him be? Try to jog his memory? Change the subject? "It's... Freya. We met a long time ago. I know I'm not that important, I just..." Her insecurities suddenly swarmed her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around herself tight. "Sorry for bothering you..."

[pockycatz]

just a girl and her pig 🐖

[no1boa]

wonyoung ⚘

pit-a-pat kristin

[vitusxaydin]

"God, I know, I'm just so gorgeous all the time," Vitus says, letting out a loose sigh like the subject of his beauty is as old as time itself. It might be a loaded evening, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get at least a few quips in while they're at it. Sobering, he adds, "Only one shirt—a dark blue one. But I kind of... swapped it back and forth and back and forth, over and over again, till I decided." He wonders, idly, how much time Tommy spent on his own get-up. With a soft smile, he nods at Tommy's shirt in equal appreciation. "Aside from the gala, I don't think I've ever seen you in an outfit like that. It looks good on you."

"It's not that I was waiting for you to move faster. It's just—" Anxiety clenches a fist around Vitus's throat. He swallows and rubs his jaw, debates how much to say. But the truth is already sitting there, poised and ready, on the base of his tongue. He can't go on this date, can't let Tommy embark on this personal mission, without filling him in on the reasons why they ended up in the hall outside yesterday in the first place. Tangled in one of the most baffling miscommunications they've ever had together.

"I know how you feel about me. I know how much you like me." Vitus drops his eyes to his hands while he talks, if only because he's afraid of how Tommy's face might twist as he adds, "But, Tommy, I feel like I don't know you, most days. It feels like you only really let me see you when we're drunk or in bed together. And that—" It isn't enough cover, to just stare down at his hands. Vitus lifts one to his face and worries over his forehead, half-hiding. "Connecting, physically—it's nice. I like doing that with you. But if it's only that, it makes it hard for me to... makes me feel like... like I'm just an escort. Providing a service to a man who needs it." And then, in a rush, stumbling over panic: "I'm sorry. I don't mean to—I know all of this hasn't come easy to you and you're trying your best. I know that. I just—it felt like lying, to keep that to myself."

“You could have thrown on an old shirt and sweats and I’d still think you look beautiful… but I admit, hearing you spent an hour dressing up for me…” he trails off as he openly admires again, leaving a lingering air of possessiveness. It doesn’t matter that yesterday Vitus had lined his eyes for another man, because today he did it for Tommy. He took an hour picking things for Tommy to see, to admire, to feel good about around him. “How many shirts did you swap?” he playfully asks, having tossed several of his own in his process of getting ready. Rue had been his judge, giving him useless advice on which colour Vitus might like in the form of a head tilt or confused brow. She didn’t quite get her fathers questions, but Tommy found the answers he needed, eventually landing on his current outfit.

“I admit… when you said you’d been waiting on me… it panicked me a bit,” Tommy starts slowly, the memory flooding back into his mind.His long lashes fan against his cheek as he looks down, turning a ring on one of his pointer fingers, reminding himself that he didn’t need to start panicking again. He just needed to talk.  “It’s not that I want to keep you waiting… or that I even realised you had been for so long before�� It’s just I’ve been stuck in one place for a very long time… not just about men but… about caring for anyone new. So with the steps I do take I’m processing it before the next… and having sex with you wasn’t the final step it just was… I was happy. The thing that… that did motivate me, that isn’t stupid or something I can just disregard? You couldn’t answer that you knew how I felt about you…. Because I’ve never told you. I thought you knew from how I acted… but that isn’t how it works… and that upset me knowing you don’t know… so tonight I want to fix that.”