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strangler fig
cw: mildly dubious consent
That’s how little that reputation board meant. Grian’s fingers curl around the flint and steel. He lights sparks absently, watching as they char small holes into the already flimsy bridge he’s sitting on. The moon rises, slow and languorous, washing the server in shades of pale gray. He kicks his feet over the edge.
It’s what he’s been wanting to say to Scar since… since. Well, he’s said it now, and that’s all that really matters. Grian shakes his head, clearing the thought from his mind. Sparks jump as he drags the flint and steel together. One lands on his hand, burning into his skin. Grian winces, half-hearted.
“Careful,” a voice chides. Danger flashes in his mind faster than he can think, and he’s already on his feet, whirling to point his sword towards the intruder.
Scar grins back at him from the shadows, green eyes flashing. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He raises a hand, dotted with pale scars across the knuckles, as an example.
It takes a moment for Grian’s brain to catch up with everything. He doesn’t lower his sword, even though his wrist aches and he knows the point is trembling.
“Like you’d care about me getting hurt,” he grits. “Go away, Scar. It’s the middle of the night.” He can’t deal with this right now.
“What, I can’t make a friendly visit to my neighbors?” Scar’s using that smooth, salesman’s voice, the one that always makes Grian wrinkle his nose. He steps down from where he’s been sitting on the railing, not unlike a cat, and smiles even wider like he thinks Grian will fall for it.
“You have to schedule an appointment,” he tells Scar flatly, waving his hand in the direction of the top of the mountain. “We’re not available. Go home.”
“Aw, can’t you make an exception?”
“No,” Grian snaps, this time gesturing with the point of the sword. Scar pouts, but moves closer anyways.
“Hey,” he says, “I mean it. Leave.” This should be the part where Scar goes. Sometimes with head hanging, sometimes with tight, angry shoulders, sometimes with someone else, but he always listens. Grian can count on him for that much.
Scar does not listen. He tries to skirt the edge of Grian’s blade, but he turns the point back on him. He’s seething now, and has half a mind to plunge the sword into Scar’s heart, green name be damned.
Still, he gets closer, until Grian’s sword is hovering above the fragile skin of his throat. It’s too much, and he shuffles a half-step back, only for Scar to keep following, to deliberately press the underside of his chin into the sharp point. A thin rivulet of blood, dark in the night, spills down Scar’s collarbone, soaks into the edges of his vest. It makes Grian feel a little dizzy.
“What’s your game?” he hisses, like he’s the one in control of where the sword ends up. “Or do you just have a death wish?”
Grian can deal with Scar on the other side of a blade. He can hurt him on the other side of a blade. Any closer, and he starts remembering bruised knuckles and blood at the corners of his mouth. Any closer, and Grian starts wanting to touch him. So he holds Scar at swordpoint. Whatever mind game Scar thinks he’s playing, he won’t back down for a little blood.
He just smiles again, the scars on his face rippling silver, and Grian wants to scream. He’s not sure why he doesn’t really; Mumbo and Skizz would be awake in seconds, and Grian wouldn’t have to deal with the danger that is Scar in the moonlight.
“What if,” Scar says slowly, “I said I was apologizing?”
“Then you can do it in the morning. But you’re not here to apologize.” That much is obvious by the way Scar continues to grin, like it’s all some massive joke.
It does stop him continuing to inch towards Grian, though, and he looks like he’s contemplating for a moment.
“You’re right.”
“Hn?” He’s distracted by another bead of blood tracing the hollow of Scar’s throat. Remembering what it’s like to wrap his fingers around it.
“I’m not here to apologize,” Scar tells him cheerily, and there’s something in his eyes that stops Grian short, struggling for something to say. He places two gentle fingers on top of Grian’s sword, pushing it down, away from his neck. Grian’s hands are shaking. He offers no resistance. Scar presses forwards.
“Stop,” Grian says. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t. “Stop.”
“But you don’t really want me to, do you.” Scar takes another step closer, something intent in his eyes. Grian moves backwards in tandem, until there’s nowhere else to go, just the two of them on an unsteady bridge, his heart pounding in his throat.
“I don’t think you really even care that I killed you,” he continues, and Grian presses his hands against the wooden railing, desperate for something to ground him. He doesn’t know when he dropped his sword, only that it’s shimmering on the ground far away from him and far too close to Scar.
“I hate you,” he says. “I hate you.” It’s something not unlike a prayer, something that he wants to be true so very badly.
With a careless movement, Scar kicks the sword off the bridge. He stares in dismay as he watches it hit the ground far below, then realizes too late he’s taken his eyes off Scar.
“I think I know exactly what you want.” And then he’s too close, armorless and throat bared, blood still running, and Grian wants to kill him. He wants to run away. He’s pinned down by green eyes, too knowing.
“Don’t,” and it’s barely a shaky breath. He can’t muster up the force to say anything else, to want anything else. Scar leans close, intent as ever.
Scar’s lips are still soft. It feels awful. Grian hates it, even as he returns the kiss, heartbeat staccato. The wooden edge of the railing digs into the small of his back. He’s never felt so trapped. He presses his thumbs into the divot of Scar’s collarbone, settles his fingers around his neck, tries to feel in control. It’s even worse that Scar lets him, humming against his mouth. Grian doesn’t know why he’s doing this. He doesn’t know why he’s letting Scar do this.
Scar tilts his head against Grian’s hands, brings his own down to settle on his waist. It’s this touch, somehow, that jolts Grian out of whatever fugue he’s in. He presses harder into Scar’s throat, forces him away from his lips.
“What the hell do you want, Scar,” he says, voice rough from kissing. His mind still swims a little bit, but he’s aware enough to recognize the fact that Scar is trying to seduce him and desperate enough to want to fall for it. He wonders, vaguely, if this is Scar’s way of convincing him not to hunt him down the moment he goes red.
Scar just swoops in again, even though Grian bites sharply at his bottom lip. He doesn’t want this–not right now, not like this, not here, whatever it takes to make him go away and let Grian lick his wounds. Scar’s fingers curl, near-possessive, into his waist.
When they finally come back up for air, Grian takes his chance and shoves Scar away from him, immediately moving a few steps away. Scar’s hand goes to his throat, smeared with blood and already darkening fingerprint-shaped bruises. Grian steadfastly ignores the way that makes him feel, the twist in his stomach and the nonexistent matching bruises on his knuckles.
“Go,” he says, trying to minimize the shaking of his voice. “I don’t care what you want. Just leave me alone.” Scar opens his mouth. Stops. His lips are reddened, probably from when Grian bit him. He doesn’t look like Grian thought he would, like the cat who got the cream. He just looks a little lost, as if he’d expected something more. Too bad for him. Grian can admit to Scar being a damn good kisser, but he still remembers hitting the ground, the pain that still lingered in his jaw as it fractured.
“I– Grian–”
“I really don’t know what you’re not getting,” he spits. Scar stares for one more second, eyes brilliant in silver etching. And then he turns away. Grian does his best not to watch him go. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and tastes a hint of coppery blood. It makes him grit his teeth.
He can’t help remembering the way his hands fit around Scar’s throat as he starts the trek down to recover his sword. Next time–there wouldn’t be a next time. Grian had hated it, every moment of it and the way it made him feel. The copper in the back of his mouth stings.
He’d show him. He’d show him what it’s like to fill his mouth with blood, to get stabbed in the back. What it was like to feel helpless. Next time, he thinks, staring at where Scar’s back had vanished. Next time.
#scarian#wild life#wild life spoilers#life series spoilers#trafficshipping#well i'm. not sure about this one#it's basically hate sex without the sex#and the ending's... something#but i don't hate it enough not to post it#so here we are
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Something Julien Baker, Sprained Ankle
Appointments Julien Baker, Turn Out the Lights
Hardline Julien Baker, Little Oblivions
#julien baker#Had the thought while listening to appointments how frequently she returns to this idea#And how the first song on TOTL and LO both touch on it#so here we are
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i need an excuse to get my shit together so here we go:
if this gets 50 notes i'll drink more water everyday
if this gets 100 notes i'll start cycling once a week and logging it
if this gets 200 notes i'll start eating more fruit
if this gets 500 notes i'll apply for a summer job
if this gets 1000 notes i'll actually make plans with my friends
if this gets 2000 notes i'll tidy my entire wardrobe
if this gets 5000 notes i'll get a better skincare routine
if this gets 10 000 notes i'll do something about my mental health
the numbers are intentionally high bc i really don't want to do any of this and yeah there is a deadline of the end of june
#getting my shit together#i really don't want to#but like#i probably should#so here we are#sigh#i dont fucking know#i hate everything#i really don't want or expect this to go anywhere#shitpost#<3
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“You don't want him to end up like me.”
#i was just thinking.. a lot#so here we are#911 abc#911#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#chris diaz#christopher diaz#ryan guzman#oliver stark#gavin mchugh#buckley diaz family
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Reading The Way of Kings is really funny so far because you go from reading about Kaladin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day(s) to Shallan and her sailor buddy Yalb's wacky book-buying adventure back to Kaladin about to fucking kill himself.
#the way of kings#the stormlight archive#kaladin stormblessed#shallan davar#i started reading this because 2 of my friends kept talking about it in Calculus#one of them had finished the series and was letting the other borrow the books so he could read them#i told him they sounded interesting from what i kept hearing them talk about and he offered to let me borrow the books to read too#so here we are#i am on page 265#out of 1252#and theres like 3 more books#wish me luck#mono talks
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"What if I lose control...?"
"You won't. And even if you do, I'll pull you back."
"How would you do that?"
"I'll find a way. We'll find a way, we always do... I promise."
#daske art#vat7k#varigo#varian and the 7 kingdoms#tangled the series#tts#vatsk#varian and the seven kingdoms#tangled#vat7k hugo#vat7k varian#tangled varian#hugo rottewange#otp: alchemist boyfriends#moon!Varian but its plays out like my fave scenes from atlantis#been itchin to make this for a while now ever since i rewatched one of my all time fave childhood disney movie#so here we are
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just some sweet peter doodles with some of his fav people ^-^
#words wouldnt word today or yesterday but doodles are doodling#so here we are#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#damian wayne#tim drake#stephanie brown#i am doing literally everything in my power to have steph scene with peter where they watch a movie and cuddle#the fact that i have had to wait patiently to get duke cass and steph scenes is driving my bonkers
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Remember Sakura Sonic? This is him now. Feel old yet?
#GOTF Sonic#Ghosts of the Future#needed to remind myself how to draw sonic for work and was missing my boy#and the trees are so pretty right now#so here we are#you could say this trend... it's pretty dead........ just like............
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this came to me in a vision
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the thing about me is that I will see my mutuals post about wanting to be friends with their mutuals and I'll be like "oh but they probably meant their other mutuals not you"
#logically i know this is probably not the case#but the social anxiety gremlin that lives in my brain is like 'how embarrassing if you messaged them and they didn't mean you'#so here we are#talking
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you wonder how todoroki shoto is doing.
you remember him being the boy that sat a row away from you in class. he always kept to himself, never raising his hand to answer questions but always able to answer when he was called on. also, he was endeavor's son.
even if most of the parents at your private school where big shot's, apparently endeavor was in a league of his own. and so was his son, apparently.
nobody even dared talking to the todoroki son, and neither did you, but you liked looking at him. he's always so meticulous and calm as opposed to your rowdier louder classmate's. despite his quieter presence he always seemed to stand out to you. his bag is big enough to carry everything he needs without having to shove anything inside or leaving it half opened. he wipes his mouth with a tissue after he's done eating his lunch alone and his handwriting is pretty. his lashes are long and he's pretty.
you remember being partnered up with him for a class project once. he'd immediately cut to the chase and split the work for the both of you, clearly not humoring your attempts of starting conversation.
slowly though, you start getting him to stay behind to talk to you a little longer after the bell rings until he invites you to get your work done in the library, just to get your work done. until you ask him about his favorite colour and he doesn't know, so he asks you yours. and then you ask him about his favorite ice cream flavour, he says he doesn't have sweets a lot and he asks you yours. and you keep talking and he keeps listening and asking. you ask him if it doesn't bother him that you're talking so much but he says he doesn't mind.
you liked spending time at the library talking with shoto and you think he enjoyed listening to you. you liked riding your bike home with him while he walked next you, before he agreed to ride on it with you sometimes, but one time you both fell off and you hurt your knee, and he promised to never get on again if it meant you getting hurt while carrying you on his back. you remember him smelling really nice and you tightening your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him, and his grip on you tightening as well.
you liked holding his left hand when it got cold out even though he didn't like it much, but he'd do it for you. you liked it when you got to switch seats and sit next to him and you think he liked sitting next to you. you didn't see shouto smile often, but he did when he was with you and you liked that. and you think he liked that too.
you think so at least. you hope so, because when break was over he was gone.
you'd heard he got pulled out of school, some other people just said he'd switched, to go to a better cooler private school. you hated it when people said that because the shoto you knew wasn't like that. he knew people talked about him and he hated being associated with his father. he likes the caramel you sneak in for him at school and you like the way his eyes light up when he guesses the flavour of fruit candies you make him taste. the shoto you know that ties your shoes for you and shares his umbrella with you, the one who half heartedly stomps into wet puddles with you, the one with the pretty lashes and pretty smile and pretty handwriting isn't like that.
and you wished you could've asked him where he went, and why he went and took his warmth for snowy winter days with him, but you couldn't because he didn't have a phone and neither did you. you weren't old enough for one yet and you'd told him that as soon as you'd turn thirteen he'd be the first contact in your phone and he'd smiled.
you couldn't do that anymore. and you wonder how he's doing four years later.
you don't very much, but you think about him sometimes when his soft hair and pretty eyes cross your mind. he never cared for his looks much even after being voted the most handsome boy by the girls in class.
"i didn't know people thought i was..handsome." he ponders, scratching at the corner of his paper with his pencil. you kick your legs in the air where you're sitting next to him, you pout.
"why not ?"
"because..my scar.." he trails off, he keeps erasing at a spot he'd already wiped the pencil lead off of. you lean in so you get into his field of vision and he leans back a bit with widened eyes before leaning in towards you again, you're forwardness always took him by surprise.
"nuh-uhn, the others say it makes you look even more handsome !" you reassure and he blinks.
"do you think i'm handsome ?" he asks, tilting his head cutely. you splutter and feel your face heat up.
"e-everyone does.."
"do you ?" he leans closer.
you gulp, gripping your chair you turn your head away from his to the side and nod. you get the courage to peek up at him and you're surprised to see a smile pulling at his lips and a light tint of pink on his face.
"that's good." is all he says, but you feel so much warmth swarming through you, and you think he does, too.
so you wonder where he is and you wonder how he's doing. you wonder if he has any new friends or if his most handsome boy award got him a girlfriend. you wonder if he truly felt the same way you did way back then and if he liked holding your hand just as much is you did his because it was warm but also because it was his. and you wonder if he thinks about you.
except you don't have to wonder anymore. because on your first day at your new school, he walks into class. his eyes widen when he locks eyes with you and you recognize him, and you think he does too.
#..this came to me like a flash#it came like 'zing!' and wouldnt get outta my head#so here we are#:p <3#shoto fluff#shoto x you#shoto x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x you#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki x reader#shouto x you#shouto drabble#shouto x reader
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ORV as textposts 39/???
[Photo ID - 10 images from the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint manhwa with Tumblr posts pasted upon them.
The first image shows the backs of nine members of the main cast as they look toward the sun in the background. The text post is by Tumblr user daisies-on-a-cup and reads, "THEY DID IT THEY ESCAPED THE NARRATIVE!!! THERE IS A WAY OUT!!! THE STORY CAN BE ALTERED!!! YOU ARE NOT STUCK-THERE IS AN ESCAPE!!!! THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL BUT YOU HAVE TO WALK TOWARDS IT!!!!"
The second image shows Kim Dokja in a suit with his hand on his hip. The text post is by Tumblr user yuridefender and reads, "i do love stories that start out with the protagonist going "hi! 👋😀 i am such a normal guy. the most average person ever. 😄 an average joe even. i have no friends or enemies. i spend my time reading books and sing to myself on occasions. nothing to see here! ^^" and it turns out that not only are they a liar but also the most fucked up person ever. and a cunt"
The third image shows Kim Dokja with a shocked face. Yoo Joonghyuk is clutching Kim Dokja's shoulder as he falls. Lee Hyungsung is behind Kim Dokja on the viewer's right, and Yoo Sangah and Shin Yoosung are running toward Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from the viewer's left. The text post is by Tumblr user littlespoonsokka and reads "oh and btw the love was there and it changed everything. if u even care"
The fourth image shows Kim Dokja. The text post is by Tumblr user tomwambsgirl and reads, "being an unreliable narrator is inherently homoerotic". They reblogged with an addition that reads, "what do you have to hide? your sexuality?"
The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk yelling dramatically. The text post is by Tumblr user fembutchboygirl and reads, "He's a cis man. He's transfem. He's nonbinary. He has 35 genders. He's a cis woman. He's a trans man. Gender, he barely knows her. He's transmasc. He's gnc. He doesn't know what a pronoun is. I didn t say his name but he popped into your head didn't he"
The sixth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk staring at Kim Dokja while he holds him by the throat. Kim Dokja is slightly beaten up and smirking back at him. The text post is by Tumblr user neilgayman69 and reads, "They have never canonically fucked. But also they have, and they should, and it would be a horrible idea."
The seventh image has Yoo Joonghyk hunched over in the foreground with Lee Hyungsung to his left and Shin Yoosung to his right. Kim Dokja is in the background with Yoo Sangah on his right and the viewer's left. He's facing Yoo Joonghyuk and the viewer slightly and is hunched over with a sword in his hand. The text post is by Tumblr user billypotts and reads, "stories about time travel are about two things. number one is inevitable tragedy. number two is seeing that inevitable tragedy and saying oh god I will make this right please even if I can't fix it I will try to make this right. also I lied they're about three things and third is obviously love"
The eighth image is a close-up of Kim Dokja with smile and dull eyes against a black background. The text post is by Tumblr user raylangivins and reads, "I love a character who's like "I know exactly who I am and I'm being very authentic about it" and then when you analyse his behaviour even a little bit you realise his self perception is completely selective and delusional."
The ninth image shows Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, and Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk is leaned over Han Sooyoung's back while Kim Dokja is slightly off to the viewer's right with a confused expression. The text post is by Tumblr user notsoni and reads, "Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps"
The final image shows the members of Kimcom sitting around a garbage-can fire with drinks. The text post is by Tumblr user gothritsu and reads, "if theres no found family what is the God Damn Fucking Point". /End ID]
ID by @incorrect-web-novels tysm!!!
#listen these ones are all long all at once and I apologize#but I try to group them by VIBE#and these are all meta posts ya know#and meta posts get LONGE#so here we are#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscent reader#omniscient reader webtoon#omniscient reader novel#orv spoilers#just in case!!#orv novel spoilers#orv novel#kim dokja#kimcom#dokhyuk#yoohankim#yoo joonghyuk
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I'm on the run with you, my sweet love [x]
#rebelcaptain#rogue one#therebelcaptainnetwork#dailyrebelcaptain#swedit#rogueoneedit#starwarsblr#thestarwarsdaily#starwarsfilms#starwarshub#swcreators#starwarsedit#tuserjyn#tusersimone#usertina#*rebelcaptain#*gifs#*1k#this is very simple but i couldn't get this song out of my head since my orphanage au#so here we are
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My friend (@/6o6o9o9 on Twitter) made me the incredible doodle below ⬇ after hearing about my disastrous pulls for Nightmare Suit Jamil, so I couldn't resist drawing my own version of it-
Unfortunately her punches are useless against this jerk smh, it barely hurts and he's just amused 💢 (also it is so unfair he looks so damn good in that fit the twst devs knew what they were doing)
#my art#twisted wonderland#twst#jamil viper#twst yuu#twst oc#shiokawa mayu#jamimayu#since his dorm ssr spooked me at 100#i joke that he forgot to change and went back and took 62 more pulls to change#hes such an ass#once i got him#i set him to homescreen and angrily repeatedly tapped him#and my friend joked i was more like punching him#so here we are
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I'm a ftm Donnie and mtf Leo truther first and a human being second
#my art#tmnt#tmnt 2012#2012 tmnt#tmnt 2k12#2k12 tmnt#tmnt donnie#tmnt donatello#tmnt leo#tmnt leonardo#the deep lore is that i was watching late night with the devil and was like possessed with the need to draw this#so here we are
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