#someone was greedy

[archerdepartures116]

Liu Qingge's eyelashes are so pretty! I fear the power he would hold if he wore mascara.

gave her leftovers

[mischievous-thunder]

Justice for poor little Jimmy bear!

[lunar-wandering]

"yandere evil cycle Clara" this "yandere evil cycle Clara" that, yes i agree, its drawn very well and is very Aesthetic and im so excited to see where this is going but i have a Question-

why is Iruma blushing through most of this chapter-

either Clara's subtly put a charm spell on him (though wouldn't it affect Azz too in that case?) or, he's somehow kinda into this.

i know the first option is more likely but the idea of Iruma thinking the evil cycles are hot is so fucking funny. could you imagine.

[mrsoharaa]

Shido Ryusei says something a tad bit inappropriate about you amongst the field into Barou’s ear during their match and now the infuriated man won’t leave your side since. Holds your hands more securely, hooks over his arm around you more protectively — kisses you with added fervor and intense possessiveness.

And whenever he notices Shido trying to draw in close to you, Barou would immediately make his presence known. Glaring ever so threatingly and fiercely at the grinning, cheeky blonde.

[shellxrls]

so often i think about how when rafe gets fucked, he lets it happen like a burden. like it’s genuinely painful for someone to want to entangle themselves so intimately within him. like he isn’t all muscled limbs and sharp cheekbones and pink lips, something grotesque and gnarly instead. he has an inclination to hide his face: under a sinewy forearm, pushed into a sweaty pillow. mute his voice completely. he would erase his own existence if the pleasure he was feeling wasn’t so palpable, and his passive reception any less than tolerated— usually another hand coming to knock his own forearm away, or tugging at loose brown strands to pull his head up, oppress a reaction out of him even if it’ll make him cry afterwards.

[danieyells]

Taiga's mental deterioration is awful. It's terrible. To lose parts of oneself, for Romeo to lose parts of someone he loves so dearly, it's painful and terrifying and if he could make a wish with another demon he might just wish for him to be healed. He was never normal in the time that he knew him. But once upon a time Taiga spoke and looked around the world with coherency, Taiga took interest in things beyond hunger and sporadic, violent fascination. Once upon a time Taiga did more than eat and gamble and sleep in a cycle that he sometimes was very aware of.

And yet.

And yet one of the things Taiga never seemed to forget was Romeo himself. Others' faces and names faded away or never told hold to begin with, other parts of his life were gone to the neverending hunger within him, but Lulu, Lulu remained. If Taiga heard Romeo's name, even without his nickname, there was never any question who he was. His face was always as beautiful as he last saw him. His voice was always so loud and he always said too much. He was as naïve as the day they met and as greedy as he'd ever been. Taiga knew Romeo. He always knew Romeo.

It was awful, in his eyes. That whoever Taiga has been before he met him had been washed away. That Taiga could barely remember who he was and where he'd come from and what brought him joy beyond risk and profit and blood in his mouth and the presence of someone who'd stayed with him so long that Romeo used to wonder if no one had ever done so before.

And yet.

Romeo had always been a greedy bastard. No one knew that like Taiga did.

And as much as he hated to see Taiga fade into something almost beastial, the part of him he buried down tight, the part of him which would have rather cling to valuables even if they would get him killed, the vicious, hungering greed watched on with delight.

The greed held its hand out to this slowly forming monster to be sniffed and remembered and relied on and loved and wanted and needed and to be the only thing left in his head.

Part of him saw Taiga forget everything but remember him with such clarity it was as if Romeo's existence was his own and wished he could help him tear everything else away. Faster, forget faster. Forget more. Care about less.

Until all that Taiga knew or saw or desired or remembered or lived for what Romeo Scorpius Lucci.

Isn't it what he deserved? And isn't it what would make Taiga happy, too?

It was inevitable, as he saw it.

It was inevitable, as Taiga had told him he would never, ever forget him.

If Taiga ever forgot Romeo, what would be left would simply not be Taiga, and Romeo should take it out.

Perhaps Taiga had meant it as a warning, for fear that he would harm Romeo if he ever forgot his face. He had trained him to be able to hold a gun to him, to be ready to pull the trigger in case there was no recognition in Taiga's eyes and he bore teeth at him. To shoot for his heart. To think he should protect himself from whatever took over and used Taiga's face to threaten Romeo's wellbeing.

But to Romeo it was something more. Not about what would become of Taiga but who he was now.

Romeo mourned every memory and thought Taiga lost. Even if Taiga didn't care to do so, every lost bit of someone he loved so dearly was worth mourning.

And yet he watched. Closely. What was left. How much was left. How much was him--and how much was not--and how much would still be him in the end.

Someday, perhaps, if they could not reverse what had become of Taiga's mind, all that would be left for him would be Romeo. And perhaps to continue to love him and to hold him would be to take advantage of that.

But Romeo had killed and stolen and manipulated and more. He was not a man of morals, but of profits and a great deal of sickening, clawing love in the form of greed.

Perhaps someday Taiga would become empty of anything but Romeo, and Romeo would hold him and care for him and love him regardless, in spite of it, for it. Why shouldn't he love someone who thought only of him and felt only for him, whose heart beat and mind buzzed and body moved for him and nothing else? Even if Taiga's sense of self eroded, if his sense of Romeo remained what was not to be loved?

Perhaps after that he would begin to forget Romeo as well. And until then Romeo would love him and use him. Until then he was still valuable. Until then he was still Taiga.

Until he was no longer Taiga, who lived for Romeo according to the greed that made his love into a room full of gilded cages, Romeo would keep him for himself.

And the moment he stopped being Taiga would be when Romeo's heart truly broke.

And what choice would he have, before he lost more attachment to the one person who would attached to nothing but him, to use the gift he'd been given?

That attachment would be so strong, that love so intense, that there wouldn't be blood or gore or anything at all.

There wouldn't even be a world left to mourn Taiga or Romeo or to suffer an existence without them. That love, that passion, would be enough to end everything there ever was or would be in this world. Or maybe that was just Romeo's delightful fantasy, that the world would be reduced to rubble shooting off in a million brilliant directions in space because he simply loved one idiot too much.

One idiot who loved him too much.

If not for him. None of this would have ever happened. He followed Taiga to Darkwick and if he had any direction when they left he would follow him in that direction too.

And if Taiga died, who would he be if he didn't go with him?

And Romeo, in all of his greed, would simply have to take everything with them.

Everything.

[b1rdthieves]

the puppy dog eyes might save you

[kcthelazyartist]

Note: This is not a ship

[deathfeedee7162]

Just inflated for thr first time in a bit, its hard to inflate with a balloon animal pump how would you make me bigger

[thousandyearphantombunker]

i hate the fact the term karen went from describing a bitchy entitled customer to basically the modern day equivalent of calling a woman a harpy (misogynistic as fuck) and that people use the term on people out in public who are at the end of their rope emotionally from stress or a shitty day. I get it just because your having a rough time doesn't mean you get to be a dick but sometimes I think people are seriously lacking in empathy and I get it a lot shit the customer might be dealing with isn't your responsibility but like if a customer is struggling with something simple maybe don't be a dick? Just a thought.

[fluxweeed]

art + other interpretations of my fics

fuckin mad that there are enough of these that i can make a list!! like are you kidding!! huge huge thanks to the artists, commissioners, remixers, podficcers and translators! i am deeply in love with you.

art

for lack of wanting comic by frm9pm

two to lie and one to listen desert island fics collection by frm9pm desert island fics collection by handledwithgloves art by valushk4

welcome, peasants art by putridpommes (nsfw)

what’s mine is yours art by putridpommes (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 1 (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 2 (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 3 (nsfw)

wrapped art by a_loveunlaced (nsfw) – commissioned by avada_katyvra amigurumi by jtimu

bonus: still don’t know my name (unreleased wip) book cover by appleslightning

remixes / sequels

for lack of wanting for want of (tainted) love by brightwitch

fresh eyes teflon by cleopatraismyname

podfics

all i have to do podfic by lastontheboat

an auror error podfic by lastontheboat

ferrety little mouths and how to snog with them podfic by lastontheboat

the four doors podfic by lastontheboat

show them the night they dreamed about before podfic by lastontheboat

the taste of țuică podfic by lastontheboat

thirst podfic by lastontheboat

what’s mine is yours podfic by lastontheboat

wrapped podfic by cailynwrites / ETL echo

translations

all i have to do Русский: Все, что мне нужно сделать by trixxt33r

the four doors deutsch: Die vier Türen by empatheticmuffins 中文-普通话 國語: 四扇门 by bluebubbling Русский: Четыре двери by trixxt33r español: Las Cuatro Puertas by quietlyecstatic

thirst 中文-普通话 國語: 饥渴 by bluebubbling

two to lie and one to listen português brasileiro: translation by moonletterss

say no to this português brasileiro: Diga não a isso by moonletterss

still the pine-woods scent the moon português brasileiro: Ainda assim, os pinheiros perfumam a lua by moonletterss

what’s mine is yours Русский: Что моё, то твоё by fusionozon português brasileiro: O que é meu é seu by moonletterss

worth a thousand words português brasileiro: Vale mais que mil palavras by moonletterss

wrapped português brasileiro: Embrulhado by moonletterss

[chevelleneech]

Tweets like this

always sound so over the top, but Chan really has spoken about Felix being his other half, his second-self, and his soulmate. So being reminded that Felix felt not a single bit of caution around him when they met, is the sweetest thing.

He saw Chan as someone worth learning from. Someone he could befriend and debut with, and that’s what they ultimately got, and that’s wonderful, but I always find it kind of crazy that Chan seems well aware that Felix was his person the moment they met.

[mintsandapples]

thinking about michonne making sure to grab that ‘ramona the pest’ book for judith - even in the middle of storming out and leaving behind the love of her life unsure if he will follow - because she knows her babygirl will love it

which made me think about michonne being away for a while on her mission to find the governor and yet she returns to the prison in 4x01 with a razor for rick because "his face was losing the war" and comics for carl because she knows he loves them

then about her immediately making sure to get a phone with a portrait of carl made as soon as the artist (benjiro i think?) mentioned he could never get it right for rick - even while grappling with rick's attempt to send her home without going with her - because she intimately knows how much carl means to him

she’s so thoughtful and loves her babies so much she makes sure they know she’s thinking about them even when they are (or feel) far way

[izzythehutt]

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People bookmarking BM with "WIP, will read when finished" crack me up. There's one chapter and an epilogue left. It's 600k words. If you're interested, just start reading it now. It'll be okay, I swear.

[tsarjozinzbazin]

Lets say

hypothetically

these two have to share an office

[searsage]

Enemy Mine!AU

An AU where humans are at war with the precursor race, a fude that spured from a misunderstanding and culture shock. [We are going with 'the thing' primise in which they encountered mankind and immediately assumed it was okay to assimilate this unfortunate species into the network and due to the lack of understanding between them and humans this act is repelled with drastic and aggressive force, sparking a galactic wide war where both races fighting like they are five and the other just ate their chocolate twinky.

Many deaths and blood shed later Robin a pilot fighter and ex resercher looking to make her name on the boards ends up flundering on her first real air strike, a slip up that results in her teammates being shot out of the sky and the wing of her fighter jet being blown clean off, with literal seconds of power left in her jet the indignant researcher decides fuck it.

And attempts a suicide maneuver, colliding her jet head first into the enemy vessel, this irrational and unpredictable act earns her a collision but also destroys her jet sending her and the enemy space vessel down into the atmosphere below in a flurry of flames.

But unpredictably the crash landing on the planet below doesn't kill her and she wakes up on a cold alien world with rabidly dwindling oxygen.

Ill prepared and with few resources she's forced to pillage the surrounding crash site and enemy vessel or risk suffocating the planet's atmosphere before Alterra comes to retrieve her.

Unfortunately she quickly finds her nemesis isn't dead either, at least not completely yet, and what she assumes is a dead precursor ends up being far from dead and desperatly looking in need of a new vessel.

Said vessel being Robin.

Who finds out its pretty hard to avoid a centauric alien tank dying or not.

Hours later she wakes to find the architect has set up post in her head and demands she restore his vessel, of course this goes about as well as her suicide attempt..

His indignance is met with a big fat no.

Unfortunately the threat of rapidly dwindling oxygen and the potential yo die trapped within his expired host the two are forced to strike a truce, she'll farry him to a precursor sanctuary where he can rendezvous with his own and he will aid her in accessing the alien oxygen canisters littered throughout the planet's surface, thus providing her the means to survive until Alterra arrivals to survey for any human survivores.

It's convenient but not ideal o either party, however sharing a mind with the alien enemy comes with Its perks.

Assimilation.

And Robin quickly finds herself privy to the truth behind the war.

A truth that could undoubtedly put end to a century long conflict.

However not everyone wants such a profitable war to end, and from precursor warpers hellbent on extracting her brain and liberating the architect hostage trapped within, to Alterra marking her as a ran away turn coat corrupted by the enemy to be killed on sight..

Robin quickly realizes a testy head voice with a superiority complex is the least of her worries.

Inspirations : Enemy mine, enders game some other themes im too drunk to recall.