#stand tall🗡���

[codnasties]

KÖNIG?!.

if you someone asks me, something relative with König when he's fcking u, I show them this!

https://x.com/NARCISSISTFEIN/status/1851330662802079875?t=vkW0eAuLw4c7uD93jwDCLw&s=19

size kink w/konig 🗡 (🌽 link)

are there any doubts about konig having a size kink? i hope not, because the man has known for a long time. it became extremely obvious when he got thrilled every time he saw his tall, big and muscular frame against yours, the way he has to get stuff from the top shelf for you, and don't even get me started on intimacy.

because that's the worse one for him. your comparably small frame on the bed as you are face down - ass up and he's standing tall right behind you... his already hard dick gets somehow even harder. just from seeing you

once he pushes himself inside of you, he may as well have lost his mind. the way your tight walls hug his thick dick and your pussy lips are stretched to their limit, wrapping around his hard-on. and how much of a mess you are making out of him.

the size kink, the way he's making you loudly moan just by fucking you and the stimulation from his balls hitting your clit with each thrust inevitably making the both of you cum. you are the firts one to do so, and the way your spongy walls pulsate around him, draging him even deeper and trying to milk him, he can´t help himself but fill you up with his cum.

if he ends up knocking you up as an indirect consecuence of his size kink, he's not going to complain.

[layla4567]

Opla with a short fem!reader headcanons || Sanji, Luffy & Zoro

Opla!Sanji

🐟 He is more than happy to be there for you when you need him, he will be your prince protector or your knight in silver armor. What you prefer

🐟 He will hold you to his chest and kiss your hair whenever he can. He loves to rest his chin on top of your head while you snuggle into his torso.

🐟 He will pick you up to kiss you or kiss your nose. And he always lifts you up to sit on a counter so he can look you in the eye.

🐟 He will pamper you like a baby and cook you your favorite meals and desserts (especially if someone made you feel inferior because of your height) And if you're too depressed he'll even let you help him in the kitchen..

🐟 Sanji feels a very strong protective feeling when he is next to you. You are his princess, his angel. He always has a hand on your lower back rubbing his palm lovingly.

🐟 He doesn't tolerate bullies who make fun of you, he will even fight with Zoro if he hears any out of place mockery.

🐟 He is still a shameless flirt eager to make you nervous and see you blush, so he will whisper things in your ear about how pretty you are at that size or when you look at him with doe eyes from below.

🐟 Sanji likes how you squeal when he grabs you by the hips and spins you around or places you on his shoulders so you can see the sea.

Opla!Luffy

🐵 He doesn't mind your height at all, he even thinks it's cute. And since he loves physical contact, Luffy will always be patting your head like a puppy or touching your nose with the tip of his finger pook!.

🐵 He will hug you tightly and lift you into the air, spinning you around. It doesn't matter if you have a good or bad day, he will automatically make you laugh.

🐵 Sometimes he will bend down a little until he is at your height but then he remembers that it bothers you and he straightens up as much as he can and asks for your forgiveness (or he will run away due to your short temper wink, wink ok bad joke).

🐵 SORRY Y/N I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT THAT BOTHERED YOU!!!

🐵 Luffy can't keep his hands off you (or anyone) so without warning he'll pick you up and carry you bridal style when you're tired, or let you climb on his back.

🐵 Luffy will take all the tall objects and bring them closer to you (especially the things that Zoro left on the highest shelves)

🐵 If someone bothers you because of your height, they will fight to see you smile again.

🐵 He doesn't make fun of you because he knows that you get angry or sad, but if you agree, he will give you cute nicknames.

Opla!Zoro

🗡 This man will tease you all the time, he would love to feel bigger than you when he stands next to or in front of you

🗡 If he is standing next to you he will blatantly rest his arm on top of your head until you get angry.

🗡 I can see him crossing his arms in front of you and standing up straight to stand even taller while looking down at you with a shit-eating smile.

🗡 He is the typical person who will put things in high places on purpose only to see you jump uselessly to grab them. Or he will even hold an object with his hand up until you can grab it.

🗡 He loves to grab you by the waist and lift you over his shoulder while you kick and hit his back with your fists.

🗡 "Sorry, how do you say? Sorry I can't hear you, you're too far down there"

🗡 But don't get me wrong, only he can make fun of you or call you funny nicknames. If at any time he notices that someone else is laughing at your height and that bothers you, this swordsman will be ready to draw his sword.

🗡 "Hey! she's my shorty, get yours"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Nobody asked for this and I don't usually write things about an anime because I don't usually watch that type of animation, but anyway

[missmonsters2]

💪🏽 &✊🏽 For our baby Tara( god I love that girl so much it actually hurts)

R and Tara Running away from gf. Tara gets injured resulting in R going Protector mode and carries T to safety

Thank you bestie<33

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: so much adrenaline. blood. 😟

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"Shit," "You curse quietly, "—shit."

Tara's hand is pressed against her thigh, where blood is gushing around her hand as she tries to stop the bleeding. The two of you barely managed to escape Ghostface, but not before he managed to stab Tara in the thigh. 

"I—It's fine," Tara manages to hitch out, stuttering through the pain. She's trying to not stare at how her jeans are stained or how some of it is getting on the floor, and she doesn't even consider her hand. 

Tara's just glad it wasn't you, but she can't help but wonder if Sam is okay and on her way to save them.

"Can you still run?" You ask with worry. 

You're looking around as subtly as you can. You passed by a closet earlier, but that was such an obvious hiding choice that you dragged Tara past it until you reached a tall wardrobe between two corners and moved it so you could hide behind it rather than in it. 

"I don't know, I—I think so. Let me try moving—"

You move your hand over Tara's mouth, not too hard, but enough to silence her burgeoning yelp. It's nearly pitch black, and you can only make out shadows and the vague lines of Tara's face. 

When Tara swallows harshly, quieting herself despite the tears leaking down her eyes, you remove your hand before putting a finger to your mouth to tell her to be as quiet as possible. 

Breathing almost feels too loud at this moment. Your hearts are beating harshly against your ribcages in trepidation. 

The sound of the door creaking slowly open sounds like a death sentence. The heavy and gradual footsteps bring dread. You can hear the sound of a knife dragging against the wall and clacking against furniture. 

You can't see it, but you know Ghostface is checking underneath the bed and inside the walk-in closet. 

The footsteps grow closer in your direction, and Tara squeezes your hand tightly. Ghostface opens the wardrobe doors, wildly stabbing the clothes and other areas of the cabinet. He's jabbing so violently you can see the knife tip break through the back of the wood, protruding a little over your head. 

When it's clear there's no one in there, Ghostface begins to walk back out. 

The two of you don't even dare to breathe out a sigh of relief, all of it showing in the way your eyes flutter.

But then the footsteps turn and move back, and the sound of the wardrobe scraping against the floor alarms the two of you into a panic. You stand up immediately as Ghostface's mask comes into view from the side. It's not a good angle to stab the knife into you, so they continue to pull at the wardrobe to move it. 

Tara's screaming as you quickly lean back against the corner of the two walls, lifting both your feet up against the back of the wardrobe, using the walls to steady you and give momentum as you give everything you have to push.

The wardrobe, made from heavy solid wood, tips unsteadily at first, but you move your feet up higher before pushing again, getting a good angle to topple it over.

There's a grunt and the sound of the knife dropping as it falls on top of Ghostface and crushes them. The knife is on the floor but under the wardrobe, making it impossible to get. You abandon the idea of trying to get it.

You just need to get the fuck out of here as quick as you can with Tara. 

Tara tries to stand up, screaming at the pain in her thigh. Before she can collapse back onto the ground, you hook one arm behind the back of her legs and the other behind her back to support her as you use all the adrenaline pumping inside your body to lift her.

"What are you—"

"Tara, we need to get the fuck out of here," you say urgently as you adjust her once before stepping around the wardrobe and sprinting out the door. 

Tara immediately wraps her arms around her neck, and as you're crossing the door, she reaches over to grab it and pulls it shut with a slam. 

Your brain is running a mile a minute. You need to get past down the stairs—but then where? The windows? Should you try to exit through one of the doors? Opening it like this would be tricky; even a minor slip-up could lead to both of you dying. 

You just need to make it outside. Once outside, there was a much higher chance of surviving. God, you hoped Sam was close by. 

Tara's holding you so tightly around your neck, fisting your leather jacket at the shoulder. "If you leave me here—hide me—you can get help and—"

"I'm not coming back for you because we're leaving together," you say harshly back. Tara swallows, screwing her eyes shut and feeling fresh tears fall. 

You're nearly down all the steps when you hear a doorknob jiggle with force before a door slams open.

You guess you'll take whatever exit comes up first.

[virgo-mess]

✨️TIG Characters✨️

As Taylor Swift Lyrics. No context, just thirsty, unhinged vibes and giggles. Because I'm unhinged today.

✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Terry Silver

"I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me" 🤪

✨️✨️✨️✨️

"Down bad crying at the gym, everything comes out teenage petulance. Fuck it if I can't have him, I might just die" (Jealous Terry after John, that beer scene, and and the Johnny Lawrence of it all 100000 percent.)

💔💔💔💔

"What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh but only in my mindddd" (Also about Kreese and Danny Boy probably, most definitely, 100 percent 👀) Cobra Husbands and Silvrusso vibes through and through.

🫠🫠🫠🫠

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤗

Jan Valek

"I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breath" (that's actually kind of sad... sorry guys 🥲)

💔💔💔💔

"It wasn't sexy when it wasn't forbidden. I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside..."

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

"All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless Febuary"

🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻

Cash

"Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby?" (You belong with me...to me... all the same really 👀)

🥷🧤🗡🫣

"Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I've read all the books underneath your bed"

🧤🧤🧤🧤

"Cat and mouse for a month or two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe"

😭😭😭😭

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Doug Brister

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed" (😶 most definitely yes)

"Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors.Your wife waters flowers... I want to kill her."

🫣🫣🫣🫣

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Neal Meekin

"Good boy, that's right"

☃️☃️☃️☃️

"I scratch your head and you fall asleep like a... golden retriever"

🐶🐕🐶🐕🐶

🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️🏔❄️

Max Parrish

"I don’t know what I want,so don’t ask me."

🥴🥴🥴🥴

"Argumentative, antithetical dream girl"

👸🏻👸🏻👸🏻👸🏻

😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😜

Gus Travis

"Got lovestruck, went straight to my head. Got lovesick, all over my bed" (ughhh,booooo Natalie 🙃)

🕶🕶🕶🕶

"He's so tall and handsome as hell,he's so bad but he does it so well" (every TIG is coded this way but Gus wears a leather jacket sooooo)

⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️

"I can fix him, no really I can and only I can" 🤭

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Luke Potter

"They call me a ✨️slut✨️"

👀👀👀👀

"I want to brainwash you into loving me forever" (That's definitely what he's saying in this gif...)

😳😳😳😳

🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤🤭🤤

Terry McCain

"Your back beneath the sun wishing I could write my name on it..."

🤤🤤🤤🤤

"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism Like some kind of congressman? Tale as old as time..." (Can't explain why Anti-hero makes sense for McCain. It just does, you can hate me for it 🤣)

👮🏻‍♂️👮🏻‍♂️👮🏻‍♂️👮🏻‍♂️

✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[meiyvsdesire]

ڿڰۣ— 🗡 1 1 1 🗡 ڿڰۣ —

I pushed the curtains to the side and embraced the warmth of the morning sun flashing all over my body. The heat felt good on my skin after that cold night.

After taking a good look at the morning traffic, I decided after a shower I’d just get breakfast at a convinience store.

It wasn’t my first time being alone as I always had Nanami following me around for my safety but sometimes it does get annoying that we end up being cat and mouse, chasing each other out on the street and as usual he’d made me think I won but his just right behind me.

“See us a again.”

So I had to make sure he doesnt track me. I cant stay in one place cause Im pretty sure his not far behind.

“Turning off your phone isnt lady like Ms Inagawa.”

My shoulder tensed up and slowly turned around to see Nanami standing behind me. His tall frame hovering over my small frame and I could even hear the ladies cooing at the counter. I sighed pulling my cap down on my face feeling embarrased from ever feeling confident that Im a step ahead of him.

“How the fuck did you know this time?”

“I put a tracker on Mr. Geto’s bike after having a meeting with him. He should find it by now since he always wash his bike on a sunday.”

I hummed and reached my phone in my pocket.

“You spy on him too.”

“I wouldnt put it that way but more of keeping an eye on him incase things turn south. And it did.”

I scoffed having the idea that Nanami was also told about the marriage in advance. I fucking hate my circle. I then heard the bell of the convenience store signifying that it was open, my head turned to the sound of its direction and felt this urge to bolt out of here.

Nanami was quick to notice my action and sighed looking over his watch. “Fine. I’ll give you a five second head start-

Before he could finish his sentence I threw my phone at his face and ran. A few of his men were already in a car parked in front of the convenience store to block my way so I slid over the hood to get to the other side of the street and heard them getting out of the car. I had no idea where I was gonna run off to but Nanami is probably on the chase by now so I just have to think like him to avoid him.

After having Nanami by my side for years I know he gets distracted by cats and couldnt help but pet them on his way so I headed to a dumpster of cats, maybe it’ll buy me some time. The dumpster of cats lead me to a small street filled with on the go shops where I found a small bakery with a short opening on the side of its building. Nanami couldn’t resist the smell of bread so it’ll buy me time to find another way out of from short opening. It feels like luck is on my side now.

BANG

I gasped as the loud gun shot came ringing in my ear. It ached my head but I kept my eyes open to look around noticing the familiar street. Judging by the off neon lights, provocative signs, trashy street and some drunks sleeping on the side of the road. Im at the red district, one of the dangerous parts of the city.

BANG BANG

I heard the gun shot again but this time I was able to close my ears to lessen its ringing. My eyes followed to where I heard the shot and found in a steep alley behind the dumpster is some guy pointing a gun at what it looks like a little girl. Immidietly my heart fell into my stomach and as much as I didnt want to get involve I saw the little girl still moving.

In the family I was known to be stupid for acting out of impulse. I passed several martial arts to use it for self defense but instead I got to use it more in times to help others like saving an old lady from being bullied by teenagers and a woman from being ganged up by thugs. But now, this is gonna be my biggest invovlment yet.

I picked up the nearest trashcan I could find and threw it on the man with the gun. His reflexes were kick to push the trashcan off but trash inside had covered his view and I immidietly followed it with a kick at the back of his head. It didn’t seem strong enough to knock him out but it knelt him down and was able to point the gun towards me. He was about to pull the trigger until a foot reached the side of his face and fell on the ground. And thats when I realize it wasnt a little girl, it was a boy with long white hair with red markings on top of his head.

“We’re both in trouble if your father hears about this.”

Nanami comments as he stared at the clear glass window in one of the hospital rooms. The boy I helped was inside getting some treatment on his wound.

“So dont tell him.”

I commented watching the boy as well. He must have felt our stares and looked our way. Instead of being friendly and all, Nanami chose to turn around giving him his back while I gave a little wave.

“How do you expect him not to hear about this when you saved his life.”

Nanami bobbed his head towards the boy. My eyebrows furrowed at his comment and side eyed to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

I asked confused and turned my eyes to the boy again, who soon mouthed a thank you towards me before one of the nurse had pulled the curtains close. Nanami sighed and shook his head.

“If my cards are right this must be fate for you.”

I just had to whip my head towards him.

“What are you on about?”

Nanami removed his hands from being folded and started walking away from the room. I followed behind him and kept questioning him about his stupid mumuring back there but he wouldnt budge.

“Paid by whom?”

The calm voice questioned the shaky female admin that stood at the counter of the hospital.

“B-by the woman who…bought him here, S-sir.”

The man lowly hummed and snapped his fingers.

“Get me the name.”

The snap made the admin jolt and rushed to look at the files of the boy that was admitted five hours ago. The man impatiently leaned on her counter tapping his fingers on his table and even glancing at his men behind him.

“That’s rude of you not to ask the name of your savior, Uraume.”

The boy with the white hair in a wheel chair lowered his head.

“My apologies, Sir.”

The man replied poked his fingers on his subordinates forehead and pushed it to be lift it up.

“Take it easy, your head might fall off.”

At that moment the admin had found the boy’s papers.

“U-uhm…Sir, here is the name.”

The man looks over the counter and grabbed the paper board that was handed to him. He was silent for a moment looking over the information written until his eyes landed on what he truly wanted to see.

“Inagawa.”

⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🐠₊

[saint-stanthony]

Joan of Arc thoughts🗡🤍

Today is Joan of Arc’s feast day! I just want to share how important she is to me, and how much I love Joan and their spirit. I’ve been praying to her and petitioning her for over a year now. Their presence is so strong and big, loud and powerful but at the same time gentle, subtle and kind like a reassuring hand placed on your shoulder reminding you it��s going to be alright. Joan is absolutely someone to petition for protection, keeping yourself and others safe, but is also so comforting and a lovely saint to turn to when dealing with depression and working through intense feelings. Joan means to me standing your ground, unwavering bravery and determination. And as a queer person who is nonbinary, Joan reminds me to hold myself up and stand tall, to unapologetically be myself, self advocate, and that I’m tougher than I was lead to believe. I hope that today other practitioners who also work with saints are be inspired by them to be brave and stick up for yourself and your communities, tackle something you’ve been afraid of doing, work through personal battles big or small, or just get to know Joan a bit. No matter what someone might’ve said about you or made you feel about yourself, you are so much stronger and more capable than you may think. Be a hand to hold when someone can’t keep going on their own, and do not be afraid to let yourself lean on someone when you need help. And celebrate your queerness, queerness is holy and beautiful🤍

[ask-the-tlm-deities]

How tall are each of you?

🌾 7'5"

🗡 7'1"

🪡 5'10"

✨️ On all fours I'm 3'3" but if I stand on my hind legs I'm even taller than Metalbeard!

☀️ 5'8"

⚓️ 7'9"

💠 6' even.

🪙 5'11"...

📜 6'3"!

💀 Also 6'3"

🌑 5'9"

🛶 6'2"

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

OMG JUST FOUND THE SHAO HCS CAN WE GET SUM MORE OR A CONTINUE FROM THEM PWEEZ? 🙏

I got you!! :D (I'm gonna use Reiko as main CG still :3)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Reiko w/ Regressor Shao Hcs pt 2

🛡 As I’ve said before, bossy, bossy baby

🗡 He's very dependent on Reiko, but swears that Reiko's just clingy when Shao's small >:/

🛡 Shao's race isn't deliberately said, but i'm pretty sure he has some sort of dragon blood (not much but enough to give him some scales on his body)

🗡 This scale fact (hc) makes him very happy whenever he's dragon regressing

🛡 But means he probably has some sort of shedding thing he goes through for a small while once a year

🗡 He becomes very fussy during this time because while its not painful, it's really uncomfy >:(

🛡 Will require bathtime to help soothe and soak the skin

🗡 Also just loves bath time itself

🛡 But it has to be his bath because he's too big for normal ones 🥺

🗡 Sometimes he actually gets really upset over how physically big he is, thinks hes too tall or too old for age regressing

🛡 During these times, Reiko will let Shao sit on his lap and he’ll talk about how he’s just a baby, and he doesn’t need to think of all these icky thoughts, and that age regression is for everyone no matter how big or small, young or old someone it

🗡 To help emphasize the point, he’ll carry Shao around with princess or on his hip, he’s strong enough!!

🛡 He might even try to swaddle Shao with his blankie (Shao actually really enjoyed it, and he got a bunch of cuddles)

🗡 One of Shao’s biggest secrets is that he’s always wanted to try out diapers but is too scared to try (he has a reputation, he can't risk it ruined if someone found out)

🛡 The first time someone other than Reiko ever saw Shao regressed was when Shao’s blankie ripped

🗡 ^ My goodness, it was a mess . . . a disaster fire really

🛡 He was playing peek-a-boo with Reiko by throwing the blankie over his head and pulling it off, and it got caught on his thorns and ripped!!

🗡 There were a few seconds of silence before Shao bursted into tears (Reiko completely panicked, and no matter how much he tried, nothing calmed Shao’s crying)

🛡 Eventually Reiko got Rain (I like to believe they’re childhood friends), who knows how to sew, a secret skill of his Reiko uses whenever his clothes get damaged in battle

🗡 Shao sat teary eyed on Reiko’s lap as he watched Rain help his blankie feel better (and Reiko scratched Shao’s horns because they hurt a bit from being pulled by the blanket)

🛡 Shao doesn’t like Rain babysitting him, but he can be in the room while he’s small (Reiko MUST be there though!!! He does not like not having his protector)

🗡 Might be willing to have a playdate with Rain when Rain’s also small

🛡 Not when Rain's in middlespace though, he's scared Rain will be mean

🗡 Shao likes watching Rain make small shapes with his powers (Rain doesn’t like using his magic for ‘silly’ things, but he likes how happy and amazed Shao and Reiko get by it)

🛡 I said last time that Shao was a dragon regressor and I stand on that

🗡 Reiko has a lot of shiny things (mostly war trophies) and Shao will steal All. Of. Them.

🛡 The only things he’s not allowed to grab are very specific items that Shao gifted Reiko over the years, he cherishes them too much for them to be taken and will freak if he finds them missing or moved

🗡 Shao is usually a softer baby? Bratty and bossy, but likes calmer activities

🛡 But dragon Shao is more active, playing hide and seek with Reiko (he’s really bad at hiding because of how big he is so Reiko will purposely act like he can’t see him to make Shao happy), playing tag (which almost always ends horribly . . .)

🗡 Shao likes curling onto Reiko’s lap (and suffocating him) and receiving headpats :3

🛡 Shao has stolen some shiny things of others (Sindel’s earring, a necklace of Kitana’s) and Reiko’s taken the blame everything

🗡 Reiko personally lights rougher activities (like wrestling and

🛡 ^ Shao was wrestled him once and only once, and it was more just rolling on the ground because Shao wasn’t giving much energy because he’s too little (Reiko told him he was so strong for beating him!!)

🗡 Has decided that if Reiko suggests it again, he’ll play wrestle again (he likes the praise)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[idolsummons]

dandy :0 🗡

would hana sacrifice your muse? send 🗡 to find out! ･ﾟ✫ @poswiecenia

She's always respected them as a musician. Though the music they make is vastly different - she with her mass appeal cutesy pop music, they with their acoustic, folk-like tunes - she can't help but be drawn in by the charm of their voice and lyrics which are, admittedly, much deeper than her own. The woman once known as Miyu in her career no longer cares for the creation of music. It still tickles her fancy every now and then, and she has learnt a lot about production from a close friend, and will sometimes open the music creation program on her computer. The tracks she has created are limited, and she does not know if anyone is listening. Are you listening? Dandelion should know an obvious trap when they see one, she believes, but Hana has done nothing but create a lasting bond between the two. Friends do not betray friends, that much is plain, but over the months and years her empathy for others has degraded. Her vision has narrowed, and now there is only one objective in her sights. It's the first message they've received from her in a long time; in truth, they had given up trying to contact her. They try to follow up - are you okay? Where have you been? What have you been doing? - but all messages are met with some variation of I'm fine. They arrange to meet at Hana's home, an address which she had kept closely guarded in the past, lest anyone believe or discover anything untoward the idol. All of that is past her now. The location of her residence no longer needs to be kept secret - all but the most die-hard fans seem to have forgotten the name Miyu. When they see her, she looks worse for wear. She's lost weight (what little there was to lose). Dark circles sit beneath her eyes. They have not seen her for a long time, but they know she definitely wasn't like this. Little time is given to ask questions. They are not sure what happens next, but the next thing they remember is waking up on the ground, legs and arms bound, as a figure robed and hooded in black stands tall over them. Perhaps they would shout out for someone, anyone, for Hana, were they only able to. The following is the last thing they will ever witness. A ritual knife with a hilt of gold and a jagged blade, drawn from the robe's sleeve. The figure kneeling down and whispering something in Japanese. I'm sorry. The words in Latin which hold no rhyme or reason to them. The blade which they discover to be cold as it comes to their throat. The stern and solemn face of Hana Morishita as she draws the blade across the skin and brings an end to another life.

[codnasties]

https://x.com/goth_goonettes/status/1853225649449943329?t=9tjKugAwFWnLAsEPWQp2aw&s=19

like, I just saw this around and thought I wish I could fuck with König like that, see my vision.

'fucking' konig 🗡 (🌽 link)

long working days, miserable amout of sleep and too many days away from home. that's the perfect mix for poor konig not always having the strength and willpower to fuck you as good as he wished. that's why he sometimes just has to let his body get used.

because he really needs that right now, to release all that pent-up tension and get knocked out for the next 24 hours. so he lets you 'fuck' him. but not in a literal sense of the word, but by using and abusing his cock until you milk him dry.

having him laying down in what essentially is missionary, his needy cock standing tall in the space left by his legs as you lower yourself onto it, pushing your tight pussy onto his dick. it looks like you are the one fucking him and not the other way around.

anyway, konig is loving it so much. he needed just that and it shows in the way he is unable to stop his head from rolling back from the pleasure or how he's unable to stop his moans from being so loud. and as he's going dumb from the stimulation he ends up cumming so hard.

and the cherry on top was you sucking on his tip as he came, collecting his seed in your mouth before swallowing it.

[willofvlaakith]

🗡

"Tas'ki." She echoed in turn, a quick quip, latent with bitterness— Emphasizing the ridiculousness of the statement with a drawn hiss through her clenched teeth. "They are scum that need to be ground away!"

It takes no more than the proceeding of steps to make the air shift, change with the movement of Bane's own, the scowl pressed into her own visage unchanging with each passing heartbeat. In fact, it had only grown more vile as the moment pressed on. The feel of Rakatak's hand on the pommel of her longsword brewing something, almost visceral and otherworldly in the Githyanki's eyes. Thin-slitted, fastened, and staring unblinkingly in some primal abhorrence, as some instinctual animal would. Lae'zel does not budge, hindered only by the hobgoblin's hold— The rest of her stands true, and rightfully so, as it was clear in her stance that she had long since begun to calculate a way to send the reddish woman into the ground.

"We can ascertain what we need without having to pretend." Lae'zel spat, clearly unafraid in leaning upwards, arcing her chin just right to meet the warmonger's face; "How fragile is your so-called authority, if you have to establish it to even the lowliest of creatures?! We can gain whatever forsaken advantage only you seek on the way to the crèche, with, or without making them kneel." With each raising lilt of her voice, a horrid wave of psionic energy, threatening itself to burst, had begun to tremble even the very pebbles of gravel that they stood upon. Why did they need their help? Were they really so desperate as to triage through an entire village's worth of dross rather than striking them down on their way through? It took a fool to believe that psychological warfare was the easier route.

Almost immediately as the grip on her weapon's dissuaded, she violently yanks herself from the rest of Rakatak's vice; Pointed, notched ears flattened to her head, "My eagerness was only to those outside of our group, you mindless brute! How insincere it is to call us a unit, only to gripe about the way in which you plan to work. If we really are a unit, then we will act as one." It was clear that she was already decided on the matter, ever-so-reluctant, and beyond astringent that it had to come down to this of all things. She takes a stiff breath inwards in attempts to steady herself, and promptly steps forward towards the gates; More than keen on getting away from the other woman, lest she took even the smallest opportunity of leeway to spill her guts. She considered it. She really did. As she approached, the goblins had now begun to skitter down from their perches, and gather beneath the tall archway above...

"You do not request me. I act as I please— Vlaakith help me if I have to make you kneel instead in front of your very own subordinates." The threat was an idle, obvious thing, a thorn in the side for all involved; Do something like that again, and things will get bloody very quickly.

The lot of them were far too set in their ways for any sort of compromise; She either left the party to journey onwards to the crèche, right here and now, or she painstakingly humors her companion's pitiful attempt at information-gathering.

"Go on. Practice your authority."

🗡

🗡

To her, it was not a matter of win or lose. The engagement in and of itself was a strong-willed show of backbone, prowess, and she was more than keen on shutting down any further meddlesome tidings with a bark just as caustic as her bite. There was little-to-no meaning of it that needed to be placed, the circumstances, and inner workings of her crèche was not something she was vehement enough to explain to every forsaken blister on her ankle. Every thorn in her side.

Lae'zel's ruminating was nonexistent. Her chromatic stare set forward, sharpened brows often slit with the scarring of past battles lay tempered, and jagged on her terse visage. The gith similarly doesn't stop to garner over the spectacle of the tiefling, halfling, and human carrion scattered about on the stonework they passed over. That smell was in the air again, that of rot, and viscera; The sharp twang of copper lilted the very breeze their party strode through. She doesn't even as much as blink. However, her companion brisking forward finally catches her attention— What in Vlaakith's teeth is this one strung up to, now?

It was more than clear to her that any sniveling wretch that stood in their way must perish, one way or another, but it seemed as if— As aforementioned— Rakatak was more inclined as to profess her superiority to even the lowliest of creatures. The coldblooded woman suppresses a sneer as she takes up the aft, thwarting her position besides the pointing mongrel in what was either a display of curiosity, intimidation, spite, or some tactically gnarled mixture of the three. To set up a kill box here, of all places, would be both foolish and a waste of time. What did these vile things have to offer them?

As the booyahg falters, Lae'zel similarly spots the others; An obvious devout, and slightly more wayward sharp-eye on the relative eastwards roof parallel to the booyahg, begin to follow in the initial goblin's stead. Forgotten the group she had, as what seems like the hobgoblin's psychological warfare is soon to be impugned. "What do you think you are doing?" Lae'zel nearly heaves, grip fastening around the wrapped handle of her 'yanki longsword, firm, and steady in its holster as much as her own hand was. "We waste time! These creatures are not your playthings."

Warmonger besides her, or not, these awful beasts needed to move aside, or die by her sword trying— Not be thrown around psychologically like a chew toy.

@warwaited

[andvys]

Love will tear us apart // part eleven

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of panic attacks and anxiety

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

series masterlist 

*🗡anon, I sneaked in the quote you wished for!

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Your vision was blurry as you were wandering through the empty streets of Hawkins. Tears that kept streaming down your face were staining your cheeks. Your bottom lip was quivering as you tried to keep the sobs in. You wrapped your arms around yourself, not because you were trying to shield yourself from the cold wind but because you needed some type of comfort, even if your own touch wouldn't do much. 

You didn't know where you were going. You had nowhere to go. Steve’s words threw a new wave of insecurities and uncertainty over you. Too many questions were running through your mind. Questions that you had no answers to. 

If you had known that this would happen, then you would have cancelled plans with him and you would have taken Eddie up on his offer to take you out on a date. At least then, you could have still been happy. As happy as you had felt all day before this. 

You had no idea how long you were walking or where you were going but as you found yourself standing downtown, you looked around, wiping away the fallen tears, you noticed how empty the town was at night. The stores were all closed, the street was empty, the only place that was still open was the hideout.  

You could go in there but seeing your uncle meant answering a bunch of questions and you haven't seen him since both him and Seth had caught you and Eddie in the storage room. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, annoyed at the tears that keep falling.

You don't know what you did to deserve all of this, to have all the people that you love so dearly, hurt you like this. A breathless laugh falls from your lips. You will never be happy. Opening your eyes, you look around, eyes falling on the bench across Melvald’s General Store. 

You walk towards the bench and pull your jacket tighter around your body. Distant laughter fills the silent streets as a young couple walks out of the hideout. You look their way as you sit down, watching them, you wipe another fallen tear away. The guy wraps his arm around who you assume is his girlfriend, they share a kiss as they stop walking for a moment, he tugs her closer as they start walking again. 

The longing feeling in your chest worsens, you wish for something like this. With Eddie.

“Are you alright?” 

Startled, you turn around, away from the couple the walks into the opposite direction. Cursing at yourself for letting your guard down, you put your hand on your chest. 

A tall man stands a few feet away from you, a kind smile on his face as he looks at you. 

You heart is racing in your chest, a weird feeling settles in. You furrow your brows as you look at him, you haven't seen him around before. 

You nod “y-yeah, I'm alright.” 

He tilts his head “you are crying.” he points to the tears on your face. 

Turning away from him, you wipe your tears quickly “allergies.” you mumble as you wipe your wet hands on your jeans, looking back at him, he looks at you with an unreadable look on his face. 

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, pointing to the other end of the bench. 

You hesitate as you look around the empty streets, no one’s around, you look back at him, he doesn't look very threatening anyways. 

You shake your head. 

He smiles as he sits down “thank you.” 

You watch him intently, trying to figure out if you had ever seen him somewhere, there was something, familiar about him. He has blonde hair and even in the darkness, you can make out the stark blue eyes, a kind smile plays on his lips as he turns towards you.

He eyes you slowly, almost as though he’s trying to memorize your face. Something flickers in his eyes, you don't know what it is but for some reason it sends a shiver down your spine that leaves you feeling even more nervous than before. 

Walk away. No. Run away. The voices in your head say but you don't listen. 

“Do you need a tissue?” he asks as he digs into the pocket of his jacket. 

“No-” you try to decline but he already holds out a small pack of tissues. You look at him with a curious look in your eyes before your eyes flicker down to his hand. 

“Take it.” he says softly, nudging it towards you. 

You swallow nervously as you reach for it, you take it, fingertips brushing his and you almost let out a gasp at how cold his hand feels. He smiles at you as you take it from his hands. You can’t figure out what the look in his eyes is. 

“T-Thank you-” you pause, looking at him in curiosity. 

“Henry. My name is Henry.” he smiles. 

You nod “thank you, Henry.” you mumble as you grab a tissue out of the little package. 

“What’s your name?” he asks. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you bring the tissue up to your face, wiping away all the tears. You must look like a mess, with mascara stains under your eyes and your hair a mess from the wind. 

You shouldn't tell him and you shouldn't sit here with a stranger in the first place and yet you turn towards him and tell him your name. 

He smiles again as he looks into your eyes “y/n.” he says. 

Something about the way he says your name feels, familiar and something about his eyes is also familiar but you can't place him anywhere. 

“Why were you crying, y/n?” he asks “are you in pain?” 

A breathless chuckle leaves your lips “no, I'm not in pain.” Not in physical pain.

“You look like you’re in pain.” he says as he scoots closer “are you suffering?” 

What?

Your heartbeat picks up and you turn to look at him with confusion in your eyes. 

“You know, sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger, maybe all you need to do is let it out.” 

You blink, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back. Maybe he’s right. There’s no one you can talk to- well, there is but you don't want to bother them with your problems and you also don't want them to know about, certain things. 

He is a stranger, one who you might never see again. You won't have to worry about crossing paths with him again, right? 

“And, you wanna be the guy that has to listen to my problems?” you ask, laughing nervously. 

He chuckles at your words “well, I have nothing else to do and you seem like you need.. someone that listens to you and I got all the time in the world.” he shrugs. 

You take a deep breath before the words tumble out of your mouth “I just got into a fight with my best friend, he got angry at me for something I did.” 

“Did you do something bad?” 

You furrow your brows at his questions “no, he just didn't like what I did.” you shrug. 

“Why’s that?” 

“I-I don't know.” you mumble. Deep down you know exactly why he didn't like what you did but a part of you is in denial of it. 

“I think you do.” he says with a knowing look in his eyes “You know more than you think, y/n, you seem like a smart girl.”

Something about the way he spoke your name, send chills through your body. The alarm bells are ringing in your head, something about this man is off. 

“Doesn't matter, anyways.” 

You aren't blind or completely unaware. You know that Steve has some sort of feelings for you and while you do love him and care for him more than you care for any other friend of yours, you don't feel the same. You love Eddie, you always did. 

“Why?” he asks. 

“Cause it just doesn't matter.” you shrug as you look into his cold blue eyes “he likes me b-but, I don't like him like that.”

A chuckle leaves his lips, he tilts his head to the side as he looks right at you with a weird look in his eyes, one that looks familiar, one that you can’t place anywhere, where have you seen him? 

You try to remember, you try so hard but you can’t figure it out. 

But his next words, reveal it. 

“You are resisting your feelings, you always do.” he says as he moves closer to your frozen form “why are you resisting, y/n?” he asks as he reaches his hand up to touch your face. 

As realization dawned, you froze like a deer in headlights. 

These eyes, you saw them before. These words, you heard them before. 

In Steve’s bathroom. When you came to him after your fight with your brother. He was standing behind you, saying these exact same words. 

You can’t move, you can’t speak, you can only watch as he draws closer to you. Cold fingers brush against your skin, you don't even feel the blood running down your nose until you see it on the tip of his fingers “kindness was all it took for you to let me in?” he asks, chuckling “for a moment, I thought you were strong but in the end you are nothing but another weak human who is guided by emotions. At least, you’re gonna be a beautiful first sacrifice.” he speaks “a beautiful ending to a tragic story, don't worry, it will all be over soon.” 

A sudden adrenaline rush curses through your veins and you manage to slap his hand away before you jump up. You start running without looking back. 

You don’t know who he is or what this means but you know that this has something to do with the upside down, he has something to do with the upside down. 

Your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage, whether it is from running or the fear that runs through your body, you don't know. But you do know, that you haven't felt this kind of fear in years. Not since you were dragged into hell. 

You don't bother to wipe the blood from your nose, or the tears that escaped your eyes. You just run and run. 

Your lungs are burning, your legs are aching and yet you don't stop. You just need to get away, as far as possible. All you ever do is run and fight, just as you thought that things might work out, that things could be good again, this pulls you right back in. 

Your feet hit the pavement, whimpers escape your lips. You are surrounded by nothing but trees and the long darkened road. You feel helpless, you don't know where to go, where to hide. 

Like one of those stupid girls in horror movies that you always get angry at, you trip over nothing as you make the stupid mistake to look back. You hit the ground, the rough pavement digs into your skin and you scratch your palms open on the rough surface. 

“Fuck.” you groan. 

You don't waste a second and push yourself up but you freeze when you realize that you aren't here anymore. You are back in the upside down. Spores drift through the air and the slight breeze of spring is replaced by the freezing cold wind. Red lighting illuminates the dark streets. 

“No.” you whisper as you turn around “no...” 

Your heart starts racing even more, cold sweats runs down your skin. 

“This isn't real.” you mumble to yourself as you remember what happened at the party. You were here before, it was all in your head, when Eddie had pulled you back again. 

Eddie. 

You hear screeching in the distance, turning around, your eyes fall on the creature standing in the middle of the road up in the distance. Demogorgon. 

You swallow harshly as you stare at the monster with wide eyes. You have nothing on you, no weapons, nothing to protect yourself with. 

“This isn't real.” you whisper as you take a step backwards “not real.” you repeat, taking another step “wake up, y/n.” 

The demogorgon no longer standing still in the spot, instead he stalks towards you. 

“Fuck.” you mumble.

You hear a voice in the distant, screaming for help. Screaming your name. 

“Help me! Y/n! Please!” 

Will. 

“No.. no..” you mumble. Your heart drops as you turn to look into the forest. He keeps calling out to you, calling and begging for help. 

“Please, y/n!” 

You turn towards the demogorgon to find him gone. You look around frantically, trying to spot the monster but all you hear is rustling in the forest, thunder and Will’s cries. 

Closing your eyes, you shake your head “this isn't real” you mumble. Will is in California, far away from Hawkins, far away from this place. 

You open your eyes again, your vision blurs, the sight in front of you keeps glitching. For a moment, you’re back on the other side but something pulls you back in. 

“Help me!” 

His voice sounds so real, it’s almost convincing. Almost. 

You turn around and start running, again. Only this time, you don't make it far, you bump into something, or someone. Their hands grip your upper arms strongly as you start trashing against their hold. 

“Y/n! Hey! Calm down, it’s me!” 

Eddie.

Your eyes widen and you stop trashing against his hold on you. You look around in confusion. No spores, no red lightning, no monster. You’re back in the real world and he is here. 

“Eddie?” you whimper, you look up at him, his warm brown eyes staring right back at you. 

“I’m here.”

You sigh in relief and throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest, you start crying. 

“I’m here, y/n.” 

Your heartbeat calms down as you lean against him, hoping to find safety in his arms but, something feels off. He’s not as warm as usual and his arms around wrapped around you, instead he keeps his hands wrapped around your arms, grip tightening. 

You furrow your brows “Eddie?” you ask. 

A whimper escapes your lips as pain rushes through you, he tugs you closer, not in the way he usually does. His ringed fingers dig into your skin. 

“Y-You’re hurting me.” you say, trying to push him away from through you but he doesn't let go “you’re hurting me, Eddie.” 

“Isn't that what you like?” he asks “you like it, when I hurt you.” 

“W-What?” you ask as your heart begins to race again. 

“I hurt you again and again but you still want me.” he says with a cold tone in his voice “stupid girl.” 

You lay your palms against his chest and finally push him off of you, immediately taking a step back from him. Your eyes widen at the look in his eyes, it’s cold, dark and hateful. The warmth is gone and the look in his eyes is so different. It reminds you of all the times you two have fought, a similar look lingered in his eyes. 

He chuckles at your actions “you are so stupid, y/n. So dumb and naive, do you really think I care about you? I don't.” he spits and takes a step forward “I just pity you. You are so pathetic, all I have to do is whistle and you run to me like a dog.” 

Your bottom lip begins to tremble as you look at him in disbelief. Your already aching heart begins to break a little. 

“S-Stop, you’re lying!” 

‘I couldn't sleep with someone that I don't care about or.. that I don't love.’

“Why? Can’t bear the truth?” he asks, chuckling “oh but you have to hear the truth, sweetheart. How else will you understand?” 

You shake your head, tears blurring your vision “stop, please stop.” 

“Keep begging, I like that.” he says, a taunting look in his eyes. 

“E-Eddie.” 

You try to take another step back but he grabs your arm and tugs you closer to him, ignoring your whimper. He reaches his hand up to grasps your face “so beautiful but so stupid and useless.” he says as he leans down to whisper in your ear “the only useful thing about you is your warm body.” 

He wanted to trigger your pain by saying these awful words to you and he managed to do so. 

‘Just, leave me alone, y/n. Go back to Steve, I bet he could use a warm body in his bed tonight.’

‘Damn old men and Harrington huh? Guess you’re open to all types.’

‘You’re nothing but a warm body to him.’

A broken sob escapes your lips, tears begin to stream down your face. He leans back, his face hovers over yours, a taunting smile tugs at his lips “oh, don’t cry little dove, it’s nothing you’re not used to, hm?” 

He wipes away your tears and you do nothing to stop him, you stand still and stare at him with pain and disbelief in your eyes. His usual touch is so cold, his cold rings grazing your skin “I can do anything to you, I can hurt you and use you in any way I want to, you will still love me, right?” 

You sniffle, shaking your head at his words, your chest rises and falls with rapid breaths “n-no.” 

“No?” he chuckles, gripping your face tighter in his hands, he ignores your whimper of pain as his thumb rests right on the cut on your cheek “what a lie.” 

“Look at us now, y/n.” he says “look at all the things, I’ve said and done. None of them changed anything, none of them changed how you look at me, how you feel about me. You love me, you care about me, despite everything. You would die for me.” he places his palm on your chest and tugs you closer with his other hand, his lips almost brush against yours now, his cold breath hits your face, his cold eyes bore into yours “but do you know how much I hate you?” 

‘I never hated you, sweetheart.’ 

Another sob leaves your lips and you close your eyes. Your heart begins to rip in half and the walls around you start tumbling down, leaving you weak and vulnerable. 

“I hate you so much, y/n. I did so from the moment I laid my eyes on you but everywhere I went and everywhere I looked, I saw you. Your stupid face would always manage to ruin my day.” 

You don't even hide your cries or the tears that stream down your face. Your knees buckle, whether it is from all the running or from the pain deep within your soul, you don't know but it leaves you weak. 

“I was so happy when you were finally gone. I didn't have to see that stupid face anymore.” he says as he taps your cheek “I was hoping you that you wouldn't come back, I was hoping that you’re dead.” 

“But you came back, you always do.” he grumbles “no matter what I do or say, you just won't leave me alone. You’re like a stray dog, if you feed them, they will come back. The only difference between you and a stray dog, I never fed you. I never gave you a reason to come back and yet you did- like a parasite that I can’t get rid of.”

“Shut up.” you cry. 

You thought that Steve’s words were hurtful already but those were nothing compared to Eddie’s words right now. 

You rip yourself free of his grasp and push him away from you “shut up.” you repeat, you put your hands over your ears, shaking your head. 

Eddie chuckles “why? Does the truth hurt, y/n?” he asks, walking closer to you. 

You walk backwards, tripping over nothing, you fall to the ground. 

“It’s okay, you finally let me in and now it will all be over soon.” 

You don't even bother to push yourself up, you start crawling backwards as you look up at him. He stalks towards you slowly, tilting his head at you in a mocking way “what’s the matter, sweetheart?” 

“Leave me alone.” you whisper in a broken whisper.

“Oh, now you want me to leave you alone?” he chuckles as he crouches down in front of you “but I don't want to. Now that you aren't resisting anymore.” 

Even through all your pain and heartbreak, even through your foggy mind and all the repeating hurtful words, echoing in your mind, you know that this isn't real, that he isn't real. 

“This isn't real.” you mumble, “you aren’t real, you aren’t him.”

A wide smile spreads across his face “see, I knew you were smart.” he says “but you're too smart for your own good.” 

You scramble to your feet the moment he reaches his hand out to grab you. You stumble back “still resisting, I see.”

The blood from your nose trickles down to your lips, the metallic taste never hits you though.

This isn't real. He isn't real.

“Get out of my head.” you mumble as you walk backwards. You put your hands over your ears, just like you did back in his trailer. You close your eyes and  ignore his presence. 

Focus y/n, you tell yourself. Focus on the light. Focus on the good things, the one’s that pulled you out before. Focus on your friends, the ones that have become your family, focus on him. 

-

“We looked everywhere!” Mike complains. 

“Not everywhere, we should probably head to Eddie’s.” Lucas says, gripping the bike handles tighter. 

Dustin who usually rambles away, is awfully quiet as the three of them look for you. He can’t help but feel disappointed with both Steve and Eddie. The two of them are like older brothers to him. He looks up to them, idolizing both of them. To find out that Eddie has mistreated you and even bullied you, saddens him. 

And then he also heard all the words that Steve had said to you. He couldn't help but eavesdrop and a part of him wishes he didn't. He saw you crying and storming away, he has never seen you so upset before. 

“I don't think she wants to see anyone right now.” Dustin mumbles “you know her, she hides for days when something’s wrong.”

“You're right but, we should still see if she's with Eddie or at least tell him.” 

Dustin looks at Lucas “why? Apparently he bullied her.” 

Both Mike and Lucas look at Dustin in shock. No one worships Eddie more than Dustin does. In his eyes, there's nothing he could do wrong and yet, he doesn't seem fond of him right now. 

“Dude, that probably happened a long time ago.” Mike mumbles.

“Yeah. I’ve seen the way he looks at her. Eddie likes her.” 

Dustin looks at Lucas with uncertainty in his eyes before he turns back to look at the road “yeah, I thought the same about Steve until he said all those mean things to her. You don’t say mean shit to people you like.” 

Mike sighs and turns away from Dustin. His brows furrow in confusion, squinting his eyes. Even in the darkness, he can make out the figure in the middle of the road “guys.” he mumbles “do you see that?” 

Lucas’s eyes widen as he eyes the person “that’s her!” 

They race towards you and jump off of their bikes. Dustin runs towards you, shouting your name. He is about to hug you, feeling relieved to see you but then he notices the state you are in. With a shocked expression, he stares at you, frozen in place.

Your eyes are white, a weird blue tint in them. Tears are streaming down your face and blood drips from your nose. 

“What the hell?” Lucas exclaims as he stops next to Dustin, his eyes widen.

“What.. what is-” Mike stops, he lays a palm on your shoulder “what’s wrong with her?” 

They all stare at you in shock and fear, not knowing what to do or say.

Dustin speaks your name and asks “can you hear me?” 

Mike tries to shake you but you don't even budge. 

“What’s up with her eyes?” 

“And her nose? She’s bleeding.”

They watch you with puzzled looks on their faces. 

“Hey, y/n!” Dustin waves his hand in front of your face. 

The wind picks up and the trees in the forrest start to rustle. Both Lucas and Mike look around nervously. 

“Wake up, y/n!” 

The lights on their bikes start flickering, something that Mike notices right away. Realization dawns on him and he turns back abruptly, pushing Dustin out of the way, ignoring his complaints. He starts shaking your shoulders roughly, yelling at you to wake up. 

“This is upside down stuff, guys!” he yells as he points to the flickering lights. 

Both Lucas and Dustin turn to the lights that Mike is pointing to. 

“Oh shit!” 

“W-What do we do?” 

“I-I don't know!” 

Lucas puts both hands on his temples, looking around in fear “this is not good, guys.”

“No shit?” Dustin grumbles as he looks back at you “wait! Stop! She’s saying something!” he yells, pushing Mike out of the way. 

Your voice is barely above a whisper and it’s almost hard to make out what you’re saying. 

“What-”

“Shh!” Dustin mumbles, glaring at Mike, he turns back to you.

“Eddie.” 

His eyes widen “Eddie!” he yells “Go get Eddie!” 

Lucas makes a run for his bike “I’ll be right back!” he yells. 

Dustin and Mike nod and turn back to you, they glance at each other for a moment, fear flashes in both their eyes. 

“Y/n.” Mike speaks slowly “can you hear us?” 

This time, the light on both their bikes shines brighter than before. 

“I think she can! Keep talking to her!”

“We’re here! A-And Lucas is getting Eddie!” 

“You gotta wake up!” 

Dustin sighs, he feels helpless. Whatever this is, it has something to do with the upside down. This moment reminds him of Will, how he had stood frozen in place on the football field while the mindflayer got to him. 

His eyes widen “w-what if it’s the mindflayer again?” 

“It’s like with Will-” 

With a sudden gasp, you open your eyes, startling both boys as they jump back. You look around in fear, with wide eyes you lock your eyes on them before you drop down to your knees. Clutching your chest tightly. You feel your heart beating against your chest. Your throat feels tight, as though someone is choking you. Panic settles in you. 

They speak your name with fear in their voices as they drop down on both sides of you. 

“I-I can’t breathe.” you manage to croak out. You keep your eyes open, afraid to close them and to find out that you’re back in the upside down. 

Dustin and Mike look at each other, not knowing what to do. They have never seen you like that before, so scared and vulnerable. They have never even see you cry before. 

“Is this r-real?” you ask as you lay your palm on the ground. 

“Yes, it’s real!” Dustin says, he puts his arm around you, hoping that this will bring some sort of comfort. 

“We’re here.” Mike whispers, offering his hand to you. You take it, clutching it tightly. Warm, his hand is warm. Not like Eddie’s- no, that wasn't Eddie. That wasn't real but this is. 

You never wanted the kids to see you like this. You were supposed to be strong but right now, you can’t be. You can’t be strong. Fear consumed you and left you a broken shell. 

All the words that Eddie had said to you, real or not, felt like a million stabs to your heart. 

Your throat felt as though it was getting tighter and tighter. Like someone put a rope around your neck, tightening it around your throat. You gasped and scratched at your neck, as thought it would help you breath. You could no longer keep your eyes open. You shut them and started gasping for air. 

“Hey! Y/n! Hey, you’re okay!” Dustin tells you, patting your back. 

“J-Just breathe! Everything is okay, you’re okay!” Mike says, squeezing your hand. 

You hear them but their voices start to fade away as you feel yourself being pulled back into the darkness again. 

“Hey! No! Stay with us!” Dustin yells, you feel him grabbing your face, slapping your skin lightly. 

“Her eyes!” 

“No, no, no...”

“Why are you still resisting, y/n?” 

“Stay with us!”

“You’re not meant to go back there. You belong here, the way you always did. You and the boy.” 

“Y/n!” 

You’re starting to feel numb, the freezing cold and the darkness start to consume you once again and but you fight it, you keep fighting it, you keep reaching for the light until it embraces you. Just as you open your eyes, you finally feel his warmth enveloping you. 

“Hey sweetheart. I’m here.” 

Arms wrapped around your body and a kiss to your forehead, his sweet voice and his touch are enough to bring you back to where you belong. 

Eddie cradles your face in his large hands, his warm hands. Your glassy eyes meet his, they’re soft and filled with concern. This is Eddie, your Eddie. 

“Breathe with me, okay?” he asks, softly. 

You nod weakly before you let yourself fall against his chest. Just like back in the school’s bathroom, Eddie pulls you tightly against his chest, rubbing your back with his hand, he whispers into your ear as you listen to his heartbeat. 

“You’re okay, baby. I’m here.” 

The boys step back and Mike and Dustin watch the scene unfold, confusion lingering in their eyes. The only one who doesn't seem fazed by it is Lucas. 

Eddie manages to calm you down, he helps you breathe again. But, the moment your lungs fill with air again, you start crying. It starts with quiet sniffles at first, you clutch Eddie’s jacket tightly and then you start sobbing, mumbling something under your breath. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart.” Eddie mumbles as he cradles your face again. The look in your eyes breaks his heart. A mixture of fear and heartbreak flashes in your eyes. Tears are streaming down your face, blood continues to drip from your nose, you look like you have been through hell “w-what’s wrong?” he asks. 

Your grip loosens on his jacket and instead you reach your hands up to grab his wrists “I-I got into a fight with Steve a-and then I left.” you cry “t-this man, he said something weird, I ran and then I was back there- the upside down.” 

“Man? What man? Did he hurt you?” Eddie asks, anger rushes through him already. 

You shake your head, another sob escape your lips “y-you were there.” 

“W-What?”

“You were there.” you repeat “y-you said you hate me and that you wished I was dead-” you continue on with your rambling, words incoherent, you cry and sniffle in between your words. Eddie is barely able to keep up with the things you’re saying but his heart breaks. 

Eddie’s eyes flash with guilt and fear. Whatever it was that made you see a version of him that wasn't real, was only there because he had once made you feel like that. He told you that he hates you, he told you so many things that weren't close to the truth. It’s his fault. 

Eddie never hated you and he surely never wished for your death. No one knows but Eddie was suffering when you were gone, he was looking for you, he was one of the only ones looking for you. 

You keep babbling between sobs, tears continue to stream down your face. You’re still panicked, still in fear from everything that has happened. Eddie is barely able to keep up with your words but his heart is aching for you. Tears well up in his eyes. Guilt and regret curses through him. 

The boys watch you with sadness in their eyes. They have never seen you like this. Not after you came back from the upside down and not anytime afterwards. 

“Hey, listen to me, sweetheart.” Eddie whispers “this wasn't real, okay? None of it was real.” he tells you, he leans in and places a kiss on your lips before he starts to kiss your tears away slowly. 

“I never hated you. I could never hate you.” he says in between kisses “you mean everything to me, even when I said otherwise. I was a fool because I was scared and I lied about my feelings- how I feel about you but y/n, you had my heart from the first time I ever saw you.” he whispers as he leans his forehead against yours “there's nothing that you could do that would make me hate you, you can break my heart for all I care.” he breathes, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

His words make you cry even more but you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. 

“I got you.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you “I got you, baby.” 

It took some time for you to fully calm down. Eddie kept you in his arms the whole time. Rubbing your back softly and kissing your shoulder as you hid your face in the crook of his neck and once you finally felt calm enough, he helped you up to your feet and brought you to his van. He put his jacket around your shoulders before you sat down in the passenger seat. He kissed your temple and gave you a soft smile before he closed the door. 

He turned towards the boys and asked what happened back at Steve's house. He expected Dustin to break out into a ramble, the way he usually does but he stays quiet and instead looks at you in the van. 

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion, worry flickers in his eyes as he eyes the teen. 

“Steve said some messed up things to her- I’d rather not repeat it but it was about you.” Lucas explained, wincing at the memory of what they had witnessed.

Mike nods “yeah, he uh called her stupid and he called you an asshole.” 

Eddie clenches his jaw in anger “tell me more, please.” 

-

A lot of things were running through Eddie’s mind. He was angry, angry at Steve and at the false things he had said to you. If it wasn't for the boys, he would've never found out about it. You would have protected your best friend, no matter how much he had hurt you. You wouldn't tell Eddie about the awful things he had spat at you. In fear that you’d put more tension in between them. 

He is angry at himself, for giving Steve a reason to think so lowly of him. He understands his anger, he understands that he's trying to protect you from Eddie, not just because you’re his best friend but also, because he loves you. Eddie knows it. But, there was no need for him to be so cruel to you. 

He is angry at himself for making you feel this way, for making you believe all the cruel things that he has said to you. His heart is aching and the guilt starts to consume him, the one he pushed back for so long. He doesn't deserve you, he is sure of that. But he wants to make things right so bad. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” he asks, snapped out of his thoughts, he turns to you. You’re standing in the doorway of his room, in his shirt and a pair of his boxers. Your hair is wet from the shower, you just took. Eddie’s heart skips a beat and his anger fades away as he looks at you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask. 

Eddie almost wants to laugh. You have been through hell and yet you ask him, if he's okay but he just nods and gets up, he walks towards you and cups your face “are you okay?” he asks. 

Your eyes are puffy from all the crying and your lips are set in a frown. The look in your eyes is distant. He can tell that you have been crying again while you were in the shower. 

Eddie’s heart twists with sadness the longer he looks at you.

“I think so.” you nod.

Eddie can feel the shift of energy. You aren't completely here with him. Your mind is somewhere else, probably replaying all the things that your best friend said and everything else that happened afterwards. 

He feels worried and also scared that you might change your mind about him now. He feels scared that you rethink everything and that you’ll realize that Eddie isn't good for you, that he's not good enough and that he doesn't deserve you. That last night was a mistake. 

You look into his large sad eyes. Eyes darting back and forth. Your lips part, there's something you want to say and Eddie is afraid that you might break his heart. 

You take a step closer and you reach for his hands, you give him a sad smile and the tears in your eyes return and Eddie just knows that it’s over before it could even start. 

“Eddie.” you whisper. 

He holds his breath and his heart stops beating for a moment but the words you say next aren't what he expected. 

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen,” you start. You know that you're being pulled back in, into something much larger than before. A bad feelings settles in your stomach and you know, that you might not make it this time “b-but, I just want you to know that I’m not angry at you for everything that happened. I forgave you. You saved my life more than once, even today.” 

Your words sound like a goodbye, not the kind of ‘I break up with you’ goodbye but the kind of ‘I’m gonna die soon’ goodbye. 

“Y/n.” Eddie sighs, sadness clouding his features.

“I-I just need you to know that you saved me. You’re my hero, Eddie.” you whisper. 

Eddie may not fully understand the things you have gone through tonight or even in the past but he feels scared, for you and for the future. He has saved you but what if he won't make it next time, what then?

Tears well up in his eyes, his heart feels warm and full of love. Eddie has never felt important, he never felt like he truly mattered in this world. People treated him badly and no one but Wayne or his few friends made him feel welcome in this world, or you. There was a void in his chest, that was filled whenever he looked at you or whenever he was around you. Even when he didn't know how to deal with his feelings properly. 

But you, you have always made him feel whole. You have always given him this, warm and reassuring feeling. One look into your eyes and he felt as though he truly mattered. He just wishes that he had realized it sooner. A part of him feels undeserving of your love. 

“I love you.” you say as you look into his eyes “no matter what.” 

Eddie’s heart flutters in his chest. If Eddie had known just how much he means to you, he would've never wasted all this time. He would've never pushed you away.

He pulls you closer and your lips meet in a soft kiss. One that leaves you breathless and wanting for more. Your heart races, not from fear this time. His touch and the kiss is enough to ground you, to pull you back into this world. You can’t even describe the feelings you get from a single kiss from him. He makes you feel safe and, loved. 

Your emotions get the best of you and tears start to run down your cheeks again. The intensity of the kiss is so overwhelming. He makes you feel alive again. 

Eddie cups the back of your head and pulls you closer, if that’s even possible. He sighs into the kiss. The feeling of your smaller hands tugging him closer, send shivers down his spine. His heart is filled with so much love. 

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.” he murmurs against your lips “we’re gonna be okay.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” he whispers. He smiles softly as he leans in, kissing away the fallen tear on your cheek.

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” 

You nod.

He smiles, the action will never not make his heart race. He pulls you towards his bed. 

You lay down with him and Eddie pulls you into his arms right away. Kissing the top of your head. 

A smile tugs at your lips, the feeling of being in his arms makes you feel safe, like nothing bad can ever happen to you. You snuggle closer to him as he pulls his blanket over you both. 

Eddie runs his fingers through your damp hair. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch. 

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?” 

Eddie hesitates for a moment, his hand moves from your hair to your back. You furrow your brows, placing your palms on his chest, you lean up and look at him with a questioning look on your face. 

The eyes are sad, glistening with tears “I’m sorry.” he whispers.  

Concern flashes in your eyes “w-what?”

“I’m so sorry, for everything. I-I never wanted this, I never wanted to hurt you. I was stupid and insecure. I know, I can’t take things back but y/n, I never wanted this and I never hated you. I always cared about you, I always wanted you.” he says brokenly. There is regret in his eyes, so much of it. And a twinge of fear. You know he is scared that you might change your mind about him but how could you? 

“Whatever happened tonight, wasn't real. The things that you have heard, it’s all lies.” I was hoping that you’re dead “I was losing my goddamn mind when you were gone, I was looking for you.” 

Your features hold nothing but surprise as you stare into his eyes “w-what?” 

“People said that you ran away but I didn't believe it. My heart fucking dropped when I saw the missing poster. I thought, I’d never see you again but then you came back a-and I wanted to see you, I wanted to talk to you but then I saw you with Steve and I just- I don't know. I got jealous and sad and then I got angry at myself for feeling this way.” 

You watch him intently, trying to process everything that he said. You never knew that he cared so much but your eyes and your heart soften at his confession. 

“I shouldn't have acted this way towards you. Heartbreak and jealousy is no excuse for my fucked up behavior.” Heartbreak.

“Eddie.” you whisper as you reach out to touch his face “I-”

“It’s not your fault, you never knew, you couldn't have known. But, you have had my heart from the start, sweetheart.” he whispers, taking your hand in his, he places a kiss on the top of your hand “you have my heart, you can do whatever you want with it.”

Both of you are staring at each other with tears in your eyes. Happy tears. A love that was finally set free. 

Eddie kisses you so deeply, leaving your heart racing and fluttering. He kisses all the pain away, all the awful things that have happened. He pulls you in, wanting to feel you closer and closer. 

You taste the saltiness of your tears on each other’s lips. You whimper as his tongue meets yours, deepening the kiss, he holds you tightly as he flips you over, laying you gently against the soft pillows.

“Break my heart, break it a thousand times, it was only ever yours to break anyway.” he whispers against your lips, kissing you softly. 

“I’ll keep your heart safe.” you tell him, reaching for the necklace around his neck, you use it to pull him back in, your lips brush against his as you look into his eyes “my heart is yours.” 

-

[meiyvsdesire]

ڿڰۣ— 🗡 I 🗡 ڿڰۣ—

I tightly held the flowers in my hands as I took a deep inhale,

A day to remember.

I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and slowly exhale my breath,

My day to remember.

The tall doors in front if me grandly opened,

And make everyone remember.

My gown glistened as the lights flashed to my entrance.

The sides of the room were dark but I could see a lot of shadows standing which meant a lot of people had attended and I’m sure they barely knew who I was but one thing is for sure is their here for the show.

The pianist started to play it’s keys to a song that I barely knew but it was my cue to gracefully walk to the altar.

I could hear the strangers muttering.

Even though my confidence was intact, my heart was beating so fast because nothing could ever have prepared me for this moment.

The moment to be my family’s sacrificial lamb.

I reached the altar and a hand was immidietly offered to assist me by a man who I soon to call husband.

Sukuna Ryomen, is from the Sukuna bloodline. One of the well known, high status family of syndicates in Japan that started the blackmarket in the country. He is the next heir in line to rule his families Yakuza circle and my only purpose of being here is so he could have what he had always wanted in life, the family throne.

“And as high as our God above. I am to send his message for these families to join together in this ceremony in declaring this two beautiful individuals a lifetime partnership of becoming one and representing peace in their families union as husband and wife.”

I couldn’t help but grip my bouquet.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

With that declaration he faced me and lifted my veil, gracefully tossing the cloth behind my head.

We have never really met deeply enough to do this.

And I never knew how important this first experience would be.

I saw him slowly leaning in for a kiss and I closed my eyes trying to make it look as natural as possible.

Then I felt a few fingers touched my chin lifting my face up.

I opened my eyes seeing his nose touch against mine, with eyes darting down at me in such a threatening way.

Immidietly I felt fear run down my spine that I had to grab his hand on my chin.

“Welcome to the family.”

He muttered in such a low tonr that it sounded like a warning.

It caught me off guard.

So did his lips that pushed against mine.

⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣪ ˖🥀₊ ⊹ ⊹

[comparativetarot]

Ace of Daggers. Art by Lindsay D. Williams, from Desert Illuminations Tarot.

A tattooed hand appears through a cloud of purple smoke in the middle of twilight in the desert. This hand is powerful, triumphant and is lunging right into battle. An eye appears in the sky which represents that this hand is aided by divine providence and has the willpower and strength to burst forth into the material realm. 🗡

This card is a powerful card that represents success and victory over challenges. When it appears there is an immediate sense of clarity and purpose in your life as you are charging through the mists of uncertainty. Use this expansive energy to encourage you to keep moving forward in your power and stand tall in your convictions. Beware this energy as it is so powerful that if used incorrectly you can also destroy a lot in your path. Do not act in ego, aggression or violence. Confidence is the best way to carry on to inspire others to accept your truth. Passion, clarity, truth, light will usher you forward in your battles.🌵

[keepongoghing]

Here I’ll do it my self because my lovely Mutuals don’t send me any!

1.) Moon lesbian🌙 (us witches are fully charged then!)

2.) SWORD LESBIAN ALL THE WAY⚔️🗡

3.) Cat lesbian 😬🐈

4.) Buy her flowers!! Because she’s my little sunflower (she pretty AND tall!)🌻🌻

5.) freckle loving lesbian! I love me some cute freckles 🌝

6.) Sweet honey lesbian??? Maybe??🍯

7.) AUTUMN LESBIAN I THRIVE!🍂🍁

8.) Wants-to-own-a-farm-lesbian 🐏🐄🐖🐓

9.)not sure I understand this one but girls like girls? 😅

10.)Peach lesbian 🍑

11.)cheese cake!! I LOVEEEE cheese cake so much better than normal cake high key 🍰

12.)ghost theory lesbian👻

13.)pastel lesbian 🌸🌼

14.) water lesbian 💧 (I love the river)

15.) this one is a both for me :)🌈💀

16.)rain lesbian☔️ (I’ve never seen snow)

17.) Lakeside lesbian all the way🏕

18.) So I’m alright with kids but I prefer to not be around them 🙅🏼‍♀️

19.) cheeky lesbian with my girlfriend but bashful at first 💕

20.) 60’s rock lesbian 🎸

21.)foreign cuisine?🍱

22.) fruity drink lesbian 🍹

23.) drama lesbian (like theatre right?)🎭

24.) Pumpkin pie lesbian 🎃🥧

25.)denim lesbian 💙👖

26.)both for me!

27.)picnic date!!🕯

28.)zoo lesbian 🐯(only if none of the animals are wild caught) but I also love the aquarium 🐠

29.)I love both types of movies!!🎥

30.)I love poetry and story🖋📕

31.) PLAY STATIONNN🎮

32.) cruise lesbian🛳 (because I can’t stand driving again!! I’ll take a plane though✈️)

33.) dorky dancer lesbian 🕺🏼

34.)hmmm both??😵

35.)always being rickrolled by my gf 🤡

lesbian ask game!

☀️ / 🌙 sun lesbian or moon lesbian

⚔️ / 🎀 sword lesbian or magical girl lesbian

🐱 / 🐶 cat lesbian or dog lesbian

💐 / 💝 buy her flowers lesbian or buy her chocolates lesbian

😁 / 😊 dimple loving lesbian or freckle loving lesbian

🌶️ / 🍯 spicy lesbian or sweet honey lesbian

🌱 / 🍂 springtime lesbian or autumn lesbian

🥖 / 🐑 wants-to-own-a-bakery lesbian or wants-to-own-a-farm lesbian

👭 / 💋 girls like girls lesbian or what I need lesbian

🍓 / 🍑 strawberry lesbian or peach lesbian

🍰 / 🎂 cheesecake lesbian or triple chocolate fudge cake lesbian

👻 / 👽 ghost theory lesbian or alien theory lesbian

⚡ / 🌸 neon lesbian or pastel lesbian

🔥 / 💧   fire lesbian or water lesbian

🌈 / 💀 rainbow lesbian or punk goth lesbian

☔ / ❄️  rain lesbian or snow lesbian

🏖️ / 🏕️ beach lesbian or lakeside lesbian

👼🏼 / 😈 good with kids lesbian or bad with kids lesbian

💗 / 💓 cheeky lesbian or bashful lesbian

🎸/  🤘  60s rock lesbian or 80s pop lesbian

🍝 / 🍱 local cuisine lesbian or foreign cuisine lesbian

🍹 / 🥃  fruity drink lesbian or vodka-from-the-bottle lesbian

👀 / 🎭  cartoon lesbian or drama lesbian

🍋 / 🥧 key lime pie lesbian or pumpkin pie lesbian

💙 / 🖤 denim lesbian or leather lesbian

📘 / 📕 slice of life lesbian or fantasy / sci-fi lesbian

🌤️ / 🕯️ picnic date lesbian or restaurant date lesbian

🐟 / 🐯 aquarium date lesbian or zoo date lesbian

😱 / 😂 horror movie lesbian or comedy lesbian

🖋️ / ✏️ poetry lesbian or story lesbian

🕹️ / 🎮 Nintendo lesbian or PlayStation lesbian

🚗 / 🚢 road trip lesbian or cruise lesbian

💃🏿/ 🕺🏻  good dancer lesbian or dorky dancer lesbian

😵 / 😘 disaster lesbian or distinguished lesbian

😉 / 💢 always rickrolling your gf lesbian or always being rickrolled by your gf lesbian

(insp - x . Have funnn!)