#such a good and tortured soul and just for that?

[wintersongstress]

18+ Simon Ghost Riley x Female Reader

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I've been thinking about Simon's trauma. How he was sexually assaulted as well as tortured, and realistically how that's made him cut off lust and romance because he can't imagine being with anyone and it feeling good, or the act not being a ploy just to get him vulnerable and defenseless. He never talks about it, and figures that as an SAS man his entire life is the job, there's no room for things outside of it, no point to making commitments and plans and promises. He's closed off. He won't meet anyone anyway—but he feels alone. Even in a room full of people, even on an op when his head is absorbed in his objective, he has no one to keep his heart company—that thing in his chest he tells himself is dead like the rest of him. But it persists. After seeing and experiencing all the ugliness of what humans can do to each other, the part of him that yearns for a love he's never felt but only dreamed of still exists.

He'll be in the pub with his mates, and Soap will nudge his ribs when a group of pretty birds are stealing glances at his mysterious, bulky presence. And he drinks on from his rocks glass, ice clinking as alcohol singes his throat on the way down.

"You could charm any of those lasses, L.T. Why don't you?" He asks.

Simon pauses. The thought never occurred to him. Then the truth dawns clearly. He doesn't want to charm just any girl. He wants only one girl, and he doesn't think she exists.

He wants a woman who teaches him things, changes his view of the world, and challenges his way of thinking. He wants a woman that makes his heart flutter, makes him feel scared and safe, makes him grow into a better man. Surely, he wouldn't find that in anyone. Surely, no woman would have the patience for his caution and restraint and distrust. Surely, she couldn't be real.

But you are.

And imagine the fear in Simon when he discovers it, the exhilaration. His head spins so fast at the possibilities of a relationship with you he has to rein himself in, not go spilling and projections his desires unto you. But he doesnt have to worry. You fit the half of his heart so perfectly, sliding home, into place, seamlessly. And he keeps you there. The scarred edges close over and heal. He can't believe how quickly he perserves over his trauma to be with you in every way possible. Hands touching, arms holding, lips brushing. Simon wants it all. There is no dread in him. And the first time you are together in that scary, momentous way...God he'd be in pieces he'd only trust you with.

Simon knows your skin, your touch, your warmth, but most of all, your soul. There is no taint to this act. It's beyond some crude, sweaty, disconnection of the mind in the race for sharp pleasure. His body belongs to himself again, his mind free of the recoil, the repulsion, the painful memory towards his body being shared with another. He is just a man when you are lying beneath him, looking up with your gorgeous eyes, your parted lips, your hair strewn about, trusting him; and his heart is free. The chain breaks, the bars of his prison slide free, and he is kissing you. A dead man, made alive again.

Simon kisses with a passion, a hunger, a sweet relief and an eagerness to learn all the soft ways your lips could join. He loves your thighs, your hips, your breasts all beneath his roaming hands, feeling all of you, the sigh of his name at the first swiping touch of his thumb across your core. When he brushes through the warmth gathering for him, just once, his brows furrow and the brass fan of his lashes flutter as if disentangling from a dream.

"Oh love, love, love," he'll begin, because he doesn't deserve this, but he's so beyond denying himself when he wants a thousand memories of you looking at him like this. "Love you," he finishes, unbidden, and its all he can think as you guide him into the hearth of you, a serene smile upon your face and a hand on the back of his neck as the softness of your thighs envelop his hips. You were the only woman he wanted, the first one truly, and he would give all he is to keep you. With you, the pain lays forgotten.

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[soangelbaby]

Can you write smth nsfw for clark where it starts off as clark being weak/sore for the for the first time so he’s unsure oh what to do about the pain, so the reader offers to give a massage, then clark is a moaning mess and it turns nsfw.(sub clark) (reader would have started filming before she started) (im 19)

hii angel !! thank you for the request, i haven’t wrote for clark in soo long so hope u enjoyy !! mdni 18+ mg also i forgot the filming part so sorry my brain is scrambled td 😔 also not fully proofread help rushed afffff

“you okay baby?” you ask clark who’s sprawled out shirtless on your bed, skin burning and muscles aching. he’s never felt like this before, the strongest man on the planet reduced to a sulking, sore mess. his brows furrowed as he tried to shake off the discomfort, “i don’t… i don’t know,” he muttered, wincing as he shifted. “everything hurts.”

when you offered to help, clark blinked up at you with those wide pretty eyes, hesitant, almost shy, like he wasn’t sure he deserved it. it made your stomach flip. the second you touched him, he sucked in a sharp breath. “relax,” you whispered, squeezing his shoulders gently. you let your hands slide lower, pressing into his back, feeling every inch of him tense and give under your hands. each movement was slow and deliberate, teasing him, making sure he felt every bit of the pressure you applied. the soft groan that escaped his lips made you smirk, “fuuck, that — that hurts,” he groaned out, but he didn’t tell you to stop. if anything, he arched a little into your touch, shivering.

“it’s supposed to,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss between his shoulder blades. “you’re doing so good for me, baby.” the praise went straight to clark’s head, and lower. you felt him rutting subtly into the mattress, trying so hard to stay still and failing miserably. “you wanna feel even better, pretty boy?” he nodded frantically, hips grinding down, desperate for any kind of relief “please,” he whined, voice cracking. you loved how he was wrecked already and you’d barely touched him yet.

his body was still trembling when you flipped him over. his mouth opened, a soft, hoarse sound tumbling out. something between a moan and your name. then you saw his dick twitch again, already hardening, even though he was clearly overstimulated. you sank down onto him slowly, torturously slow, hands on his chest for balance as he gripped your ass, hips bucking into you. “baby” he whined, breath hitching, “wait — it’s too much” you didn’t stop, rolling your hips harder, dragging your nails down his stomach. “you’re doing so good, baby. just take it.” clark’s hands slid up your back, trembling, like he wanted to hold onto you. wanted to beg for mercy but couldn’t form the words.

“shit, angel.. i’m gonna cum —” the way your pussy squeezed around him, dragging over every oversensitive inch, it was torture. the sweetest, most addictive kind. you clenched around him one last time before he came hard, large hands fisting your frame, hot load spilling inside you, with everything he had left, like he was giving you his whole fucking soul.

[nebby-exists]

Yall I have a AU thing for White Orchid hol up- So basically, it’s what if she was abit more of a opposite to her dad?

Due to how she was born from his tears(mainly of the soul jam some how sobbing in some way), this version would have a more magic instilled thing of seeing How a person is, albeit their sillouette form with a form of glow that she can only see. This mainly works when her eyes are closed or her vision is obscured. Mixing with something I don’t know how to explain (maybe something to do with being a kind of orchid borne), this combo makes her hostile especially as a baby (her petals covered her face so dirt doesn’t leave her too dirty or to not made the sun to blinding when she’s above ground for the first time.)

Baby Orchid is a BITER. Has barked and growled like an animal at many of the lambs, only the genuinely good and truly kind ones gaining her quiet (because of them, she atleast gain some more understanding of cookies and what remaining ‘humanity’ there was…even if she herself struggled not to feel hostile towards those she senses as bad or worse). She rarely giggled unless witnessing karma or sensing it somehow. If she does giggle at something else like a child would, then it atleast seems a sigh she isn’t all aggressive and still a baby. She was a spiteful baby, fussy and often preferred to be alone. She does become much less of a papa’s girl, even growling and biting him. However, she seems to always have a look of pity, as if knowing something more to the saint…or atleast..something more sorrowful. It’s not clear if she hates him, pities him, or loves him as her father….but most can see through small actions.. she may care.

To no shock, Saint Vanilla still adores his little plant gremlin.

When she’s the current age or around that age she had ran away, she was quiet. Not exactly mean, just not fond of some cookies. She will bite if she feels needed, but overall she doesn’t talk much or at all. (Kinda reminds vanilla of certain cookies…)

Of course she’s particularly hostile with Holy Dart and Vanilla Creme. Take a good guess why.

When it comes to the neobeasts, well: She clearly hates dragonberry. Period.

Doesn’t accept any golden gifts from celestial cheese, other than little bells or genuine gifts from care/honesty.(she wasn’t taught this, she was just like that). (She does sometimes give a sympathetic look…..but it’s never for long.)

Surprisingly is neutral abit towards frigid cacao, giving a sympathetic look almost. However, she will still be defensive and stay away…or climb him so get away from the other beasts.

Midnight Lily, despite being one of the first orchid meets, isn’t spared from white orchid’s wariness. Nor spared from the sympathetic look her eyes give, no matter the expression. In truth, it was why midnight Lily refused to look at her in the eye….

While white orchid is on her lil runaway(for abit of the same reason as in canon)(think abit of a undertale like format), There are two routes:

EXECUTIONER white orchid gives in to giving judgement, rather attacking and rarely showing mercy. She becomes a form of mini beast of such, and a big problem for the neobeasts, if they live, or get torn down by the little plant. If she somehow kills her father or not, it is unknown. But…a choice must be made…take a life without mercy, or let it live….hm..

REDEEMER While abit more difficult of a route due to her magic kind of genetics, she learns how to deal with another’s evil, while not in a killer-torture manner, but more in a redemption kind, or atleast a fair judgement. She starts to learn more of patience and that regardless of evil they shouldn’t be immediately treated cruelly unless proven to be far from redemption…though she will remain stern towards that evil…that part she won’t change. Rather than possibly killing each neobeast/beast undertale style, she would end up doing a more mercy endurance route, fighting when needed but never killing them. It’s either for them to gain redemption and be judged for their crimes rightfully (by the ones wronged and the ones who were forced to witness). The end battle has the same opponent, but this time…. She won’t be alone..and neither will he..

This might be a excuse to make orchid a gremlin that’s just done with the lamb’s bullcrap.

Beast ancients Au/ All mentioned Neobeasts belongs to @cuppajj

White orchid and angy orchid AU concept by meeeee :33

[lambmotifz]

“when i killed that vampire at the mill i didn’t even think about it; hell, i even enjoyed it” “every instinct told me to. i was gonna kill her. i was gonna kill ‘em all” “and i started ripping them apart. i lost count of how many souls. the things that i did to them… “i did it for the sheer pleasure” “i enjoyed it, sam. they took me off the rack, and i tortured souls, and i liked it” “on a good day you get to kill a whore”

i just love how the spn fandom collectively ignored all of these canon dean’s lines and then proceeded to call sam a “violent sadist”

[aurenethebean]

glasgow smile alastor?? anyone??

for those who don't know, a glasgow smile was a torture technique created from 1910-1920 where you would cut someone's face into an exaggerated smile shape using a razor, knife, or broken glass. i saw a post a while ago (forgot the creator) that alastor might have one, and i can't stop thinking about it.

i have a few ideas for how that would work, lmk if you want to see me write a full scene for any of them

(MOST OF THESE ARE BASICALLY JUST GLORIFIED HEADCANONS. I TRIED TO MAKE THEM REASONABLE THOUGH.)

his dad did it - i know it's a pretty common theory that alastor had an abusive father, so i can see his dad being drunk asf, taking a knife, and.. yknow. the chain of events would be smth like

alastor's dad stumbles through the door, drunk out of his mind

alastor is already in a bad mood, so he says something bitchy/ acts out

they start fighting

alastor's dad has enough, pulls a knife out of his pocket, and pins alastor down

they struggle a bit, alastor's dad cuts a smile into alastor's face, and alastor finally grabs the knife

now, this part is kind of extra, but alastor, without thinking, takes the knife and kills his dad with it

panic and angst ensue <3

he did it to himself - ok i actually have 2 ways this could play out

he's just killed his first victim (or done something else wild and traumatic) and he's at a fancy-ish party trying to hold it together

so he's inwardly dying, barely keeping it in, when someone's like "oh you should smile more"

he's pissed because he's been fake-smiling this whole time but apparently it's still not enough

he goes into the bathroom, existential crisis happens, he cuts his face

ALTERNATIVELY

he's an established killer now, but crosses some moral line of his (killing a mother and seeing her child scream for her or something like that)

he feels the last "good" part of his heart die

bathroom existential crisis happens, he breaks the mirror because he can't stand who he's become, and cuts his face with the glass to symbolize turning into the evil psychopath alastor

gang members/ other criminals did it - i did some research, and the glasgow smile was most commonly used by gangs to punish traitors or people like that. this would probably play out like

a younger alastor (mid-to-late 20s) is new to the world of criminals, so he accidentally gets involved with a dangerous gang

he starts to realize that he made a mistake and tries to run away

they find him at a speakeasy where he's a bit too drunk to defend himself

the leader guy says something really baddie and cool, then gives alastor the smile

he manages to escape

(okay this one is kind of boring compared to the others ngl)

the cat did it - alastor's cat was being a little bitch and scratched his face. this one obviously has the most trauma and angst, very soul-crushing.

[josnhoes]

Dmc knak reader thoughts an blurb

Reader is essentially demon nip. Any demon that sees them wants them, be it as a pet, their child, or a toy. It depends on the demon but they all want to own reader in a platonic sense. The effect is dull at first but the longer they are in this body in that world it gets stronger.

At first that may seem like a good thing, but demons don't have human morals which makes it *bad*. There will be demons who torture reader for fun and are surprised when reader doesn't find it as fun. Ones who will experiment with changing reader into something else to keep them longer. Demons who will be dangerous despite the demon nip effect.

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Drabble below

Content warning: Canon violence, talks of death, the start / opening is stolen from a prompt I wrote but it's brief.

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You had been getting used to your situation. All in all being stuck in a kid body not your own wasn't too bad. But you assume it's the company, the devil may cry group had basically taken you in. Originally Dante had wanted to leave you with an orphanage but when they found out your possible story they kept you.

If your story was true...which they couldn't be sure of... You'd likely be a target for demons. The assumption of a soul willing their resurrection in a different body, from a place beyond their comprehension? Sounded like a nice snack for a power boost to the group.

The more time they spent with you the stronger the bond developed. It felt too fast sometimes but they didn't feel the need to look into it. But that was just the demon descendants. Nico, Kyrie, and Lady while they liked you well enough it was still with a healthy distance one would have for a new person.

Today was storming, the sound of rain and hail hitting the windows of the business home combo you stayed in now. The only other sound in the main room was Dante, the man had fallen asleep at his desk the sound of storm too relaxing.

You wondered how long you'd be here, in this world, in this tiny body forced to be treated like a child. Though there was benefits, you didn't have to be the one to pick up messes, or cook, or pay for anything. Kyrie and Lady had made that outing fun and you did love some of the clothes they picked for you.

"Child." The title a statement from Vergil who approached from behind.

You jumped out of your skin holding you chest as if the keep your heart from escaping before you steadied yourself and glared, "Old man."

This had become a quirk for you both. Vergil originally calling you child before he learned your name, an you refusing to call him by *his* name unless he did it first.

"Come, you can not stay simply staring at the storm. I... I acquired some books for you, and your time would be better spent in a book then in thoughts of nothing." Vergil had been trying to be almost fatherly with you. It was awkward, and Dante had teased about you being a do over kid, as if he too didn't try to dad you.

"How do you know I was thinking of nothing? I could have been having very important ones."

Vergil knew you were not thinking of nothing, your face betrayed all your emotions. The annoyance, the sadness. But the insult was more likely to completely snap you out of it. His demonic instincts loathed seeing such expressions on your small face. He couldn't protect you from *thinking*.

"Regardless, now come." He turned acting as if he wasn't using his advance senses to 'watch' you. He paused at the staircase and after you finished you internal debate you joined him.

"Should I read to you?" That was something good parents did right? If only you were more demonic he'd have such an easier time bonding with you. Demons he understood, humans were forgien to him.

"Don't push yourself old man. I can read to myself just fine." You hated when he pushed himself like this, Vergil always got so much stiffer as if he was paralyzed by fear. You doubted it was fear but the idea of the eldest hunter in the group fearing you.

"Right..."

[soath]

the fact that the archheart took selena because he loved her and wanted to give her peace, and in the process left her suspended in an eternal static torment because he doesn't understand how something as fragile as a mortal soul works feels like a summary of the good intentions/bad long term outcome situation with godly soul custody. it makes sense that the gods would end up keeping some of their special followers! the first mortals to get in tight with the gods probably asked for it! the ego death of proper reincarnation is terrifying compared to staying up late hanging out with your buddy pelor. asmodeus and the hells aren't being half as kind about it yet the core motive remains—that hoarding instinct to keep what you love(or hate) and never let it go.

but you and i aren’t meant to be eternal. the kryn use anamnesis to ensure the continuity of self through endless lifetimes and they’re still losing themselves to it. selena was turned into a nighmarish human-faced star because the god she made out of metal thought that they could understand each other and she hung there in his domain burning, her last wish forever repeating on her lips, for a thousand years until he could release her. mortals don’t want to fully die and gods don’t want to let them go but nobody can stay in their frozen crystalline palace of eternity forever. eventually everything in the Real gets to change.

[itspileofgoodthings]

ALSO I am learning how to teach very introverted students, something my natural skillset as a teacher does not help me with.

[andorerso]

sissi i totally agree with you about the current state of romantasy books! i love a classic fantasy book, where romance is much more of a subplot. but sometimes i'm really craving a romance forward fantasy, but actually finding a good one nowadays is abysmal. i know it's partially a personal taste thing, but there is so much insta-love/attraction in romantasy books and i'm like where is the yearning! where is the pining! there's no build up of tension and it's such a bummer. and then also the plot is usually completely thrown out the window to focus on the romance. which i get romantasy is meant to be romance heavy, but i would like a little plot please 😭

no, honestly!! there is literally NO plot, it's just romance in a fantasy setting. except even romance books should have a plot, so it's just vibes and vague worldbuilding with some magical elements. that's it. everyone is super hot and extra badass and they're the most in love to ever be in love. YAWN

and it's a fucking shame because on paper, I should love romantasy. I like fantasy books, and I like it when they're romance-heavy (not the main or sole focus, but I don't mind if it's a large part of it) but the romance should be GOOD! ugh it makes me so mad/sad because I wanna like romantasy so bad!! I just can't 😔

(side note: if you have any romantasy books that are good, please let me know!! I'll gladly take some recs from anyone <3)

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[brown-little-robin]

my last week, a visual demonstration

[marsixm]

no im not saying this is a unique experience no im not saying im uniquely worse off or whatever for this but its an interesting thing abt my life that i quite literally can never return to certain places from my past. like thats usually mostly a metaphor, or half true, but like for example the high school i went to was being remodeled as i went there. there are buildings i spent hours in ever day for years that just dont exist anymore, and it happened within like a year of leaving. the auditorium was even worse bc i first performed on that stage when i was like 4? its gone too. right before i moved out of my childhood home i had to move all the furniture around for a slapdash and disruptive remodel. everything is gutted and rearranged and looks different. id say barely it functions as a house but it was a hoarder house growing up, so the functionality is probably equal, except now i guess its empty instead of over-full. even the house i lived in w my friends was drastically remodeled into some kind of workshop when they finally moved. even the big tree in the front is gone. my grandmother's house had to be remodeled after it got flooded in hurricane harvey. the dance teacher & studio head i had for a decade died. like god damn the liminal spaces sure do be liminal (im sorry)

[pympartic]

:[ OOC ;; PYMTRON //; One of these days I'll do a whole post about how the Pymtron plot could have been good, because it really could have been. Ultron has always had the additional horror element to him that hes essentially hanks abusive stalker cutting out everything and everyone from his life wherever possible, trying to isolate him all while spewing his ideas that Only I Understand You Only I Know How You Truly Think I Have Your Mind. Think about it, the idea of ultron taking Hanks Face, His Likeness, Keeping him Hostage in his own body, making it so no matter what happens anyone who says the name Hank Pym will only see ultron, anyone who googles him will only see the amalgamation, anyone who looks at him will only see ultron, and the scary part is if you look at it with that concept instead of what we got ; Ultron WON. The Heroes Gave Up on saving Hank. They Gave Up on the idea of ever freeing Hank. Ultron stole hanks face, his life, and made everything about him end up being About Him. Pymtron is Ultron's one true victory and its the one where he succeeded in taking Everything from Hank while he made him Watch. ]

[furyreblogs]

So I read Reforged by Seth Haddon and then read the first Captive Prince from c.s.pacat right after.

I adored Reforged. I loved every second. I was so just satisfied, content. Bliss.

Captive Prince was tough, it's meant to be a tough read I think, I was gonna give up on it but the few scenes at the end that are more court intrigue focused I enjoyed so I may try the second book literally that last moment where it's oh shit he's wearing armor I was just lets fucking go okay I'll keep going

But man after reading both of these I have never felt more demisexual in my entire life lmfao

[modern-inheritance]

AND Paolini's gonna make us buy A WHOLE SECOND COPY of Murtagh for ONE scene???????? I've never been so disappointed in him. Have I not done enough for Alagaesia. Does he think I have Galbatorix money. I'm gonna pirate that scene idgaf

I don’t condone book piracy. I also have the urge to remind any and everyone that comes by here that you’re talking to a lady that compulsively buys copies of Eragon to the point that I’m sitting on my bed within reach of probably 3-5 of them, and if I got off the bed I’d be within reach of easily double that number. It’s taken years to get to this point and I still have covers I’m missing.

Do what you do boo. I want the pretty map and the shiny things.

Also, about my bitching around Paolini earlier:

1. I was hangry.

2. His dwarven runes are a bastardization of Futhark which I was not pleased about as it is so fucking overused for dwarf race runes in any and nearly all fantasy.

3. The goddam runes were not only not consistent with the key/guide on his official website, but were not even consistent within the riddle. The final line is “What Am I?” which should then be used as a cypher since the guide on his site is inconsistent with the given riddle. The A in ‘what’ and the A in ‘am’ within that final sentence are not the same rune. Without some previous rules stating when or why these two A runes are different, it makes deciphering the rest a confusing mess and beyond frustrating for me.

4. I spent significant time as a youngin learning Futhark rune interpretation and the alphabet associated with it. I hate when it’s changed up like that. Personal pet peeve. When I know something and yet it suddenly does not apply.

[musclesandhammering]

Unpopular opinion: I don’t want og!Loki to be in Valhalla after Thanos killed him, I want him to be the new ruler of Hel.