#seek & you shall find

[palatinewolfsblog]

"Read the books, they don't want you to. That's where the good stuff is." LeVar Burton.

[auroreliis]

Romantic yandere

Summary: You're sick of him (romantic!!).

CW: no warnings

(I literally wrote this at 3am so not proofread I fear)

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The sound of the clock had been driving you insane for—wait, how long had you been chained to this bed? Your memory escapes you. You really did not want to be here mentally, so you tried hard to lose yourself in your thoughts. Right as you were about to zone out again into the comfort of the void in the back of your consciousness, the lock clicked.

Despite how long you had been here, you couldn’t help but flinch. For a split second, you felt hope, freedom, the wind on your face as you ran through a field. But that would never happen—not anymore, at least.

Oddly enough, you did not feel the urge to turn toward the door anymore, yet you awaited the unavoidable hug and warmth that was about to cover you wholly.

The bed shifted as he sat down behind you. His hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Dear, please, say something”, he pleaded, his voice quivering.

That’s right. You had refused to talk to him as of late. He had been whining about it for a bit before leaving you alone for a while. The only sign you had of him for at least a week was the tray of food he left every time you awoke.

It was incredibly ironic. To think that you felt so powerless in the presence of someone who would do almost anything for you. It almost made you laugh. Almost.

His hands caged you in as his head drew near, stopping mere inches from your own.

“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, please.”, he barely choked out.

…How pathetic. He had whisked you away and was currently keeping you in a room that felt bland. And yet it certainly wasn’t bland, it was rather colourful. The walls were painted in your favourite colour and there was plenty of merchandise from all of your favourite fandoms. However, there were no windows, no people other than him, and quite frankly, you had gotten sick of his voice, his face and his touch.

His getting even closer to you made you suppress a groan. The clinginess had also started getting on your nerves. Currently, his forehead was pressed against your shoulder.

Unintelligible muttering filled your ears and his tears stained your clothes. Ew. He was getting even more desperate now. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but you were convinced that he was pleading to you, begging you for a compromise, as long as you talk to him. You felt something for a moment. Remorse? Consideration? You didn’t stop to think about it before firmly, though reluctantly, speaking to him.

“Unchain me”, your voice was hollow. Even if you had felt remorse, through the tone of your voice it was not heard.

His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours. His mouth hung open, forming a smile. For a moment, he seemed frozen, not moving. The tears streaming down his face made him almost look angelic, despite how disgusting he was deep down.

“…Darling”, he spoke, barely keeping his composure. He was about to burst from excitement. Cringe filled your body as you tried to conceal your regret for having spoken.

He all but jumped onto you, wrapping his arms around your cold figure.

“Oh dear, I’m so relieved that you’ve spoken. I was so worried about you! I’ll go make you your favourite meal after I’m done hugging you!”, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t care if you noticed his inhaling your scent, he was just that happy to hear your voice. You did, however, take notice of his ignoring your order to be freed.

Perhaps you were different once upon a time, but you really cannot find it in yourself to really even care at this point.

[reality-detective]

From the very beginning of this journey, I have been on a mission to rescue our nation from a failed and evil corrupt political establishment.

I will NEVER QUIT, I will NEVER BEND, I will NEVER BREAK, and I will NEVER YIELD, not even in the face of death itself!

THIS 👆 is the living sacrifice you commit to for God because it's for humanity, His people.

He dwells inside of each and everyone of us. Seek Him out within and you will find the strength to fight against ALL the evil in God's army. If you don't know where he is: "How can you accept His presence?"

There's more the Bible talks about, keeping your thoughts pure and positive.

Everything you need to know is there, it's just so many people have become complacent and rely on other people to pollute their minds. 🤔

[angels444yuri]

๑ ︵︵ ꒰ঌ who am i ? ໒꒱

♡ call me yuri,, himmel or law— i have no major preference among these but most people use yuri (though i've been leaning towards himmel these days). i'm 18,, west african,, and currently living out my shoujo girl dreams

♡ i'm also a manhating lesbian and that means ALL men dni + don't tag any of my posts w anything related to them

♡ if you want to know more,, you can either look at my carrd or follow my sb @hearts444himmel

๑ ︵︵ ꒰ঌ my tags ໒꒱

🪽 — just angelposting ༉‧₊˚. // for my general yapping

🪽 — giggle with me ༉‧₊˚. // for my sillier posts

🪽 — for the girls ༉‧₊˚. // for my active lesbian behavior

🪽 — seek and you shall find ༉‧₊˚. // for asks

🪽 — tidbits and such ༉‧₊˚. // for posts about my lore

🪽 — the dream team ༉‧₊˚. // for my mutuals

🪽 — the dossier of an angel ༉‧₊˚. // for all my posts

[dinosaurwithablog]

This is the lake in my backyard. I am very thankful that I get to watch all the wildlife doing their thing on this lake. There's never a dull moment... the foot long bass are jumping out of the water or the eagles and hawks are fishing or the otters and beavers are swimming by or the ducks are swimming by or the frogs are making noise or the great blue herons and cormorants are hanging out on the log or turtles are sunning themselves on the log or the geese are honking or the deer are grazing at the water line or the birds are singing and flying about or the bears are swimming away from my neighbor's dogs or..... well, you get the idea. The possibilities are endless. It's the perfect place for a hermit like me to live. I love it here. No matter what kind of day I have, I can always go look at the lake, and I feel great. Nature is a great therapist 😉😁😍 There is so much beauty and joy to be found in nature. It's very healing. When I lived in NYC, I would enjoy the few trees that were there or go to Central Park and revel in the beauty of my surroundings. Nature is always there for me wherever I go. For that, I'm very, very grateful. I hope that you all have something in your life that brings you joy and peace like this little lake and nature does for me. If you take the time to look for it, you will find it because it's there. 😊😍🙏🏼✌🏼

[dramoor]

I love those who love me, and those who seek me diligently find me.

~Proverbs 8:17

(Icon via blessedmart.com)

[dreamofmourning]

[clericofgale]

Hello my friend! 💜

As a fellow Dom!Gale truther, would you be so kind to share some of your headcanons with me, when you have a moment?

I am sick as a dog with the flu right now and I just know that some Dom!Gale would cure me. Or at least soothe my soul. Or my loins… or something.

I’m normally not one for alternative remedies but I have an excellent feeling about this one working wonders.

I pledge myself to you as your willing test subject… IN THE NAME OF MEDICAL SCIENCE.

Thank you 🙌🏻😘

I doubt Dom!Gale would soothe your loins, but quite rather the opposite really.😈 This will be unstructured because I'm not writing a meta lol. I'm on a magic sex kick lately hope you don't mind?

To me Gale is definitely the type to flip a switch between vanilla and dom mode. It's sweet cuddly puppy eyes normally, then when it's time to play he rolls out the smolder🔥 NSFW below.

We know the man loves simalcrums and mirror images. So why not have multiple Gales hold you down? One for each limb while the real one worships you on an altar of desire? You're his precious songbird and it's time for you to sing. A fifth one is tasked with kissing you on the neck, the forehead and encouragements of how good you are to not cum unless told to. The command never arrives so neither will you.

Once thoroughly prepared, that's when Gale will finally enter you. The husband's learned a levitation spell and he uses it on you. You're weightless in the air, and very vulnerable. You're supported only by his hand gripped tightly around your waist as he takes you.

Now I'm strongly CF and by gods I want Dom!Gale to breed you ok? Because being CF makes a breeding kink hotter and idk why but it is what it is. He'd tell you how he's making you his and he loves you so. He'd gently encircle his fingers one at a time around your throat commanding you to come for him as he rails his seed deep inside you.

When you get on your knees to clean him up, he'd pet your hair and lavish you with praises about how good you did.

Afterwards he lift you up to sit on his lap in a tight hug.

The end. Hope you feel better my friend! Don't be afraid to hit me up for more or something more directed lol.

[robobarbie]

dilf naked toaster when

u all missed the BP dilf era posting

[anti-dazai-blog]

The three generations of Double Black and their purpose, or lack thereof

In honor of my birthday, I was planning on making an analysis of whichever character has a birthday closest to mine. However, it seems like my birthday falls directly in between Natsume’s and Mori’s birthday (February 9th and 17th respectively, with my birthday being February 13th).

Which means I gotta combine the two and turn this into a closer look at the three generations of Double Black.

[for the sake of clarity I’ve decided to use “double black” here instead of soukoku, since soukoku is used more in reference to the ship than the duo]

Please note that I’m getting a lot of information from the bsd wiki, which I know isn’t always so accurate, but going through every chapter and light novel with Natsume or mention of the original framework he set up would not be a doable amount of work for me to complete today.

Natsume is still a figure of mystery in the BSD universe. We don’t know much about him—although he’s seen as some ultimate “good” in the sense that anything he says or does is considered “correct” by the characters he has interacted with. Although it may sound extreme, he’s practically deified. Both Fukuzawa and Mori, two characters who are strong leaders and do not often take orders from others, would readily abide by Natusme’s wishes. 

The framework he created—the tripartite framework—is something that they both agree MUST be abided by. The framework itself is questionable—the basis of it was to handle the issue of the extreme rise in criminal activity post-war. Rather than working towards curbing crime in any more standard way, his solution is having a guy working for him in the criminal underworld, and attempt to put a stop to the worst kinds of crimes through him. 

Fukuzawa, being a former assassin himself, most likely is familiar with and agrees with the concept of some crimes being worse than others, and some people being enough of an evil in the world and enough of a threat that they need to be killed. Remember, he didn’t quit his job as an assassin due to feeling it’s morally wrong to kill; he quit because it’s morally wrong to kill just for the sake of killing. So it’s reasonable enough that he’d find the tripartite framework to be a valid way of handling things, and have no problem with Mori working from the criminal underworld to keep things under control from there. 

Regardless of how unheard of this method of crime-stopping is, and how Fukuzawa and Mori’s blind faith in him could be dangerous if he were to be misguided or more morally grey, this method seems to be effective in the bsd world. We see that the mafia has the criminal underground under control, while the agency deals with crime that comes up to the surface, and the government dealing with civilian issues. And regardless of what conflict Mori and Fukuzawa have currently, the tripartite framework is something that they’re both equally invested in and consider necessary. 

Out of the (so-called) “three generations,” they are the most successful. They have been working together and fulfilling their shared goal for many, many years. No matter what conflict may come up, the framework is their top priority. They will ensure Yokohama is safe, and they will oversee their respective segments of it. They are both aware of their own roles and have a mutual respect for the other’s role.

Which brings us onto the duo Mori created—double black. As Mori said, he’s forcing them to work together in an attempt to duplicate something Natsume explained to him. Double Black is, at first, Mori’s pet-project or side hobby. It’s formed for nothing more than curiosity at first, but with Chuuya and Dazai’s individual skillsets and abilities, they ended up working together as the feared mafia duo we know them as. This duo works as an extension of Mori’s role in the framework, and because of that it’s certainly not the next part of the tripartite framework. Or rather, it wasn’t when Mori made it, and it wasn’t made with that intention. 

After Dazai left the mafia, double black changed. Now it’s no longer a mafia subgroup, because half of it is no longer in the mafia. From an external view, it acts as a dangerous last resort—a final defense against major threats. The people of Yokohama can rest easy, since if everything were to go very wrong, all hope is not lost unless double black is defeated—something that will probably never happen. 

But Dazai and Chuuya themselves don’t share the same sentiment. Unlike the original heads of the framework, these two aren’t on the same page about what they’re doing or their duo’s current status. To each of them, it’s just a job. They both want to protect Yokohama, and recognize that Yokohama’s safety is a byproduct of their work—but they don’t see “protecting Yokohama” as their job. It seems like they see each job as a one-off commission work. Their job isn’t “protect Yokohama,” it’s “defeat this one specific enemy and then go home.” 

And additionally, they’re on different pages regarding double black’s current status. It seems that Dazai views double black’s inactivity as something that happened due to his absence rather than him defecting—and now that he’s back, so is double black—hence, him referring to Chuuya as his partner. On the other hand, Chuuya views double black’s inactivity as something that happened due to Dazai defecting—double black was a mafia subgroup, after all, so it makes sense that if half of the duo isn’t under mafia employment, the duo cannot be currently active. Hence, him declaring Dazai his “ex-partner.”

As things stand, they’re working more closely to the tripartite framework’s successors, since now they’re (1) positioned at opposite ends of the criminal underworld, and (2) working towards a common goal of protecting Yokohama. However, until they both realize that their official job and duty is protecting Yokohama (rather than that just being a biproduct of their work) and until they both mutually agree to work towards that shared goal together—each on their respective sides of things—they won’t be able to truly be the inheritors of the tripartite framework.

Now for Dazai’s “new generation of double black.” Whether or not Dazai’s fully aware of the tripartite framework, its origins and its purpose is up for debate. And whether he views himself and Chuuya as an extension of that is even more unlikely. So since we can assume he’s basing this “new generation of double black” off of an incomplete picture of what double black was and what it currently is, we know right off the bat it’s going to be flawed. 

There’s truly no reason for a “new generation,” especially when the “old” generation is around two years older than them, and significantly more capable and powerful. It’s clear from Dazai’s interactions with them that creating this new generation is both a fun hobby of his, and possibly a way for him to get other people to do jobs he’d be assigned to otherwise. It serves no real greater purpose than that. They’re convenient sometimes, but there are always other ability users who could easily do what they’ve done, but better. 

Only half of this new duo even has any idea of what they’re trying to replicate. Akutagawa has a vague idea of what double black was, and strives to mimic what he thinks they do. He doesn’t have a very complete or thorough understanding of them—as he tries to explain to Atsushi, to his knowledge, double black worked as “Dazai is Smart Guy, Chuuya is Strong Guy, they win by being Brain and Brawn.” We see that this isn’t really the case—both Dazai and Chuuya are well-rounded and each are individually capable of both physical combat and strategy. Yet all the new generation has to work off of is this game of broken telephone passed through mafia rumors, to Akutagawa, to Atsushi. 

And even so, neither of them understand any real greater purpose to what they’re doing—and it’s unclear if there truly is any purpose to it. They too see it as individual fights rather than a grander purpose, but in their case, they’re right. 

And to take it a step further, they aren’t a formal duo in the first place. They never officially formed. They’re just miming the roles that Dazai told them to play with no real understanding of what’d going on. “The new generation of double black” isn’t a title they’ve ever officially been given—sure they’ve been called that by Dazai, but it’s not something that would even go on any paperwork. Their opponents don’t see them as some feared duo, they see them as an unfortunate collaboration they now must deal with. Akutagawa’s outright ditching work to go do these jobs—at least with double black Dazai clearly has some contact through the agency for when he’s assigned to double black/ mafia collaboration missions. 

In short, no one outside of Dazai (and possibly Akutagawa) sees any connect between Akutagawa and Atsushi to any former well-known duos. 

In summary—the three “generations of double black” were formed for vastly different purposes, and even though double black is converging to align with the tripartite framework, the newest variant of it is way off base. 

Natsume will need to step in and sort this out if the newest generation aligns with his wishes, and if not, I think he should step in and sort stuff out anyway—things in the bsd universe have been getting pretty messy for a while now, and it would be nice to have a leader around who both Fukuzawa and Mori would listen to.

[myriad--starlings]

— Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

[lavaa-baby]

Truth or dare? 😋

[angels444yuri]

why do you have so many different names?

(no offence 😭😭)

i think all my names are so cool and i love the idea of being called by any of them too much to pick one so I Picked Them All

[xianhuashi-second-blog]

I swear trying to avoid spoilers for inside out 2 is like trying not to step on land mines during war!!!!

It’s everywhere!!!

The “joy’s delusional” scene is one I can’t escape. I can’t go to theaters but it isn’t on Disney+ yet. AAJSJKSMSKS I HATE THIS GUYS

It’s on YouTube, TikTok, instagram, tumblr, I thought at least tumblr would be safe due to the fact I sort via tags, BUT IT SLIPS THROUGH MY TAGS WTF HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?????!?!?!!!!!??!!?

[dark-ethereal-visions]

How many horror movie references can you find?

We found 30.

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.