#the poor lonely scared bastard

[taddymason]

Imagine how sad it is that Jay doesn't even remember his parents, he doesn't know his own age, or his birthday. He's been all alone for years since he can't trust anyone enough with his secret and no one cares about anything but work. He's stuck in a job he hates but knows nothing else.

yeah, I have many thoughts about him…

Also go watch this video please it's literally Amnesiac Jay

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

sometimes i think about an AA universe where Edgeworth didn't have to be shuffled off every 5 seconds so he could maintain credibility as a rival....where Phoenix didn't have to win every case...yes AA is a game yes i understand why it did that for the narrative. but when I look at those lonely scared 24 year olds from AA1 i can't help but think that their version of a happy ending would be to be able to get used to each other. to face each other over stupid cases and small things. Sometimes one winning, sometimes the other, until it hardly matters anymore, all that matters is finding the truth together. I want them to take each other for granted!!! i want them to look at the other across the courtroom and say "time to face this bitch for the hundredth time i guess!!" these poor bastards have never had anything approaching emotional stability before let them have each other damn it

[msookyspooky]

♡ Obsessed Delusional Reader x Sinclair Brother's ♡

Bo Sinclair:

- "Wow, so you want me that bad, huh? 🤭😏 You tied me up because you want to keep me here? That's so romantic! 😍 And out of everyone in my group it was me?"

- Bo is staring at you, trying to scare you and even hurt you but...The drive isn't there with you being so...Willing? Like, there's no fun in this you lil nutjob!

- Match made in hell

- "Are you there? Is your head just decoration or somethin'? What the fuck is your problem?? I am CRAZY and EVIL and will FUCK YOU UP." You: "Okay bby, if you say so. 🥰" All while Bo is short circuiting.

- Alright, that's it. You're getting the glue on your mouth.

- Honestly about to cut something off to make you afraid or hurt...He might but also might not because you fascinate him so are you a person that fascinates him or a toy he needs to break?

- The bondage sex is probably banging though ngl he's even a bit enthralled by how eager you are compared to most victims

- When you are still not afraid and looking at him in a way that melts most hearts even his icy one he can't even truly torture you properly. Most victims he can shut that off because they trigger his sadism by screaming and fighting or cussing him out or begging him but all these years he's never had a victim act so lovey dovey even after finding out his darkest secrets

- At first this has him so frustrated he has to leave the gas station room; having a crisis cause this has never happened before!

- Doesn't trust you but decided to undo the mouth glue or tape and untie you after all the fun to see what you would do...When you follow him around like a love sick puppy he's both annoyed yet enjoys it

- Mad lil unloved boy in a man's body that is both flustered and irritated at his captive being so fucking smitten for him without manipulation on his part. He has to be in control and your feelings for him is out of his control and he hates it.

- "...What the fuck" -Bo after finding you drawing his name with hearts in a notebook and planning your wedding and future with your captor while your chained up in his bedroom instead of the gas station room bc he obviously is in love with you to move you to someplace more comfy; how sweet of him ♡

- You are dead ass scarying him.

- He should kill you but he thinks you're so crazy he's kinda nervous if he misses with his shotgun and what you'll do if he does because you so obsessed with him is a level of coocoo he ain't never had before

- Once you start to show dimension other than flirting with him (Bonus points if you have trauma like he does and it's why you're lovebombing him and so attached) he starts to look at you as less a pest and more a clingy pet.

- Like...You really just have that much of a crush on him after everything he's done? You both can trauma bond and lovebomb each other? (And manipulate even if he's too dumb to realize you're manipulating him too to love you)

- Is actually willing to be crazy with you after awhile and have you obsessed with him because why not? It gets lonely in Ambrose and he likes you as a pet at times. He'd put a ring on your finger as his spouse just to shut you up, claim you like someone claims their chair, and as an act to lure victims

- If you get extremely possesive and jealous and refuse him having anyone strapped in that chair in that room but you; he actually is so flattered you're that possesive of him. Like he secretly always craved a person making him theirs like this PLUS you know his dark side and still want him.

- He'd probably ease up on being so mean and try acting like a crazy possesive delusional married couple together after that even if he still treats you as a thing to easily manipulate and control and he's CLEARLY not being manipulated either (Poor dumb bastard.)

- Vincent is internally screaming and questioning why this person is in their house and has a wedding band from a victim on their finger and his brother is...Being sweet on them??? Lester is happy for you though.

Vincent Sinclair:

- "Wow...I'm your muse? 🥺💘 That's so swee-" *Paralyzing agent kicks in but you have heart eyes still*

- He literally cannot work with you looking at him like that. Stop. He can't even wax your brows off because you're looking at him in a way no one has before

- You weren't even afraid and it makes him hesitate because...He forgot his tools upstairs! Obviously...He'll try again later.

- Once the agent wears off and your spared for now it's ten times worse

- He is blushing so bad under his mask at all your praise and admiring his work and admiring him you're gonna melt his damn mask!

- He is harder to get through to than his twin (HC Bo is more desperate for affection as the least favorite bad seed unloved child than he let's on he just acts cold but they both crave acceptance)

- Vincent pats your head like Jonesy the dog when you smile at him while he works...You're not so bad. As long as you stay outta the way.

- May have to pick you up and move you where he wants like furniture sorry his people skills kinda suck being sheltered for his face then stuck in abandoned Ambrose half his life

- Bo acts annoyed with your obsessed ways but secretly enjoys the neediness for him. Vince is actually annoyed being much more reclusive than Bo and now you're staring at him while he works.

- Dead stares at you when you sculpt tiny little figures of you both holding hands with wax he let you have...He loves it or else he'd destroy it obviously ♡♡♡

- When he lost his mask and you fawned over him (He acted like Erik in Phantom of the Opera the DRAMATICS) he's absolutely panicking and startled

- Once you kiss that side of his face and praise him maskless how on Earth could he not fall for you too despite your odd ways??

- Becomes just as obsessed with you only in a more lowkey way than you. Making sculptures and drawing you all the time. Enjoys you talking, keeping him company etc.

- Bo is bewildered when you verbal rip his ass so viciously when he made a nasty remark to your angel bby his twin brother that this big guy was reeling back thinking you were gonna jump him. Probably said shit that he'll be secretly thinking about tonight with a heavy heart too. Vincent snickers and pulls his guard dog away as you glare at Bo the entire way back downstairs.

- You and Bo do not get along because of how protective you are of Vince and how mean Bo can be

Lester Sinclair:

- "Oooo, you got such a big hunting knife! Is it in reference to...Other big things?🤭😘"

- HUH!?

- His brain shut off because he had never had a victim he took to his brothers flirt with him like this. And while he's covered in grime and roadkill?!

- It's okay it just adds to his manliness. We love a man with hobbies! ♡

- Like...Are you being mean and joking? Are you...Alright up there in your noggin? He would take the long way and other roads to Ambrose just to talk to you more and figure you out (Even when Bo is in a hot ass suit in a Church with no air waiting and is ringing Lester's cell off the hook)

- When you are fascinated by what he does, praising his job, asking about him; he is a blushing mess driving. Then he tries flirting back and cracks his cheesy jokes. And when you laugh??? Ooooh it's over. He's crushing severely.

- Easiest brother to woe. He's keeping you. Gonna show up to the house like Spencer in that one episode of ICarly.

Bo: "...What is that?"

Lester drinking a smoothie while you cheerfully wave love struck on his arm: "A smoothie??"

- He did question your mental state at first but hell he grew up with Bo and Vince so what the hell? He's a lil crazy too! Just part of your charm is all.

- When you are talking about the future he gets a little nervous but not out right opposing it just give him some time, babe! He could give you a ring made of deer antler or bone wittled down and you'd cry and say yes.

- He acts cute with you. You both are so disgustingly sweet on each other it makes Bo gag and Vincent roll his eye whenever you both come to town.

- Both twins are so jealous their goofy dirty lil brother found love before them and they can't stand it

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Doflamingo: *sees Lizard during Marineford* OH MY POOR DEFENSELESS NIECE YOU MUST HAVE BEEN SO SCARED AND LONELY WITHOUT YOUR UNCLE DOFFY!

The Marines: *currently being attacked by a feral Lizard whos helping Luffy get to Ace* DEFENSELESS?

Koby: *love stuck*

Mihawk: *looks at Lizard whos committing war crimes then back to Doflamingo* If thats your definition of defenseless I would hate to see what you consider a threat.

Buggy: *wondering what kind of twilight zone he fall into where LIZARD is being defenseless*

Crocodile: KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER YOU PINK BASTARD.

Whitebeard: I like her she reminds me of Ace. MARCO KEEP ON AN EYE ON YOUR NEW BABY SISTER. I DON'T WANT HER TO GET HURT.

Marco: Yes Pops. *goes to assist Lizard*

The marines are horrified at the possibility that she is not only related to Crocodile, but also the Donquixote Family. Now they're all giving her space because they're scared Doflamingo will skin them alive for hurting his niece (they aren't wrong about that part)

[spotsupstuff]

Ooh, super interested in what happened to your Sun and why he went from lying to himself to becoming an apathetic brick wall lol

well! Suns was always an apathetic brick wall. because of a design flaw. Moon has already talked about this in one of the questions we've answered:

the Iterator design evolved by the process of eliminating "redundant" things, with only their capability of figuring out the Great Problem taking priority. quite literal case of putting the evolution points into a singular specialization because of outside guidance

Gen 1s are chunky and tall as they are because they physically (with their puppets) interacted with the Ancients often- either because check ups and fixing things was often required since they were the experimental Generation OR for the sake of things like school/educational trips (citizens of Gen 3s would have road trips to Gen 1s rather than visiting their own iterators). and we end up with the lanky spiky Gen 3 design thanks to this process of elimination

the official jump from Gen 1 to Gen 2 was a BIG thing. different Gen happens when a LOT of things are eliminated to the point that the base design is more cumbersome and therefore it gets revamp to fit the systems better. the jump to Gen 2 wasn't.... the smoothest one

on a physical level everything had gone absolutely swimmingly. but some dumbfuck from the big designer/engineer/programmer team fucked up n accidentally removed the One thing that ensured the Iterators could experience emotions as fully and broadly as a normal organic. and so early Gen 2s have the reputation of being incredibly dull concerning emotional matters (some were a bit spared of this when someone from the construction team on-site noticed the flaw)

this was resolved within the same Generation and pretty quickly by reverse engineering the parts of Gen 1s that made them so capable of this. NSH specifically was very influencial in this research because, for some reason nobody could ever figure out, he was more emotion capable than most of Gen 1s (this fact got boosted cuz the reverse engineering then turned into Enhancing so they could see how far they could possibly take this. NSH does the Iterator equivalent of crying when watching movies Every Time GUARANTEED)

i already have this on hand, so here's Fish (early Gen 2) and Euros (mid Gen 2) for comparison

poor bastard Seven Red Suns drew the shortest stick possible with this design flaw n has absolutely Minimal emotional understanding and capability

the Terrible thing about this is that they are Aware of this flaw of theirs and what little spark of emotion they can surrect within themselves they dedicate to either mourning or hating it. that's the subject of their depressive "pondering" in this pic

they are *trying* so hard to have emotions and feelings. they often force fake ones into their voice and it's painfully apparent cuz they always put their all into it, no subtlety about it

the pain there is faked. they know what sounding pained means to other people, so they force their voice into such form to show to Spears that they didn't mean to be so blind to its capabilities of being a feeling, comprehending creature

their ruse of charm was put in place to make themselves... well, maybe not Feel exactly but you know what i mean- to seem better, i guess. so the other Iterators would love them, so the children wouldn't be so scared of their apparent coldness, so they wouldn't hurt anyone around them because harming people will make them go away and Suns doesn't want to be lonely and Needs other people if he wants to solve the Great Problem. more heads more smarts. "look at me, i'm alright! i feel alright! i am Well! i am happy!" and if i say that to myself enough it will Have to become true

like all Gen 1 n Gen 2 Iterators could tell they were bullshitting, though. they appreciated the effort though so most of the group accepted Suns either way. Gen 3s did not recognize it so much- that's how Pebbles ended up as their mentee rather than Moon's (as he was honestly set up to be, which just made him Not Want To take Moon on as his mentor) or some other Gen 1's (Gen 3s often search for mentors cuz there's a lot of things to catch up on in the research at this point- they often go for Gen 1s cuz naturally they have the most knowledge at hand. Innocence, for example, is Nish's mentee!!! she's his shitty little student, he wants to bonk her So much for bein disrespectful to everyone and he loves her with his entire fuckin being. his lil fucklet...)

this ruse starts to slowly slip past Suns' fingers some years after the Ancients' mass ascension. the longer the searching for solution drags on the more Iterators start giving up, becoming desperate, negative, ...insane... Suns gets affected by both the time and everyone else around them. the ruse doesn't MATTER anymore, because everyone is damaged in SOME way at some point. everyone is a little or a lot broken, what is so bad about their flaws at This point- nobody gives a shit and they sure as fuck don't have the emotional power to give a singular fuck in the first place so why not... just let go of that if it isn't so required anymore...

and so they become an apathetic brick wall openly to the whole world, "shedding" their lies, prioritizing logic and goal chasing over others' feelings and importance of the present

that's how we got here in my take on RW

Suns is fucked up, man

[madame-jupiter]

Prince with the Scalpel Chapter One

Izuku, a renowned doctor and surgeon, dies from an unknown heart condition he had. And ends up waking up in his past life the day after he entered a loveless marriage with King Bakugou Katsuki.

A marriage that a bratty prince Izuku forced upon the king after getting rid of so many suitors vying for Katsuki’s attention and the empty throne beside him. Eventually even scaring off Katsuki’s fiancé that Katsuki had actually loved and cherished.

But Izuku is no longer the same person he used to be.

A prince once more, but the heart of a caring doctor with regrets…

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“Umm, P-Prince Izuku?” a maid watches silently as Izuku just casually sits, a book in hand. “A-Aren’t you going to see his majesty on his walk?”

“Hmm?” Izuku looks up, a gentle smile on his face. “Nah, I don’t want to bother him.”

The maid is flabbergasted, looking at Izuku like he’s a foreign entity. Well, Izuku doesn’t really blame her.

Regarding how his personality was before, it would seem like his personality made a 180 in just one day.

But, Izuku wants to right some wrongs in his old life that he didn’t think he could amend. The books he’s reading is the political and martial affairs of the Bakugou Kingdom.

He’s trying to find a way to peacefully divorce Katsuki that won’t lead to a war breaking out. At least, from his kingdom and his doting father.

Just then, he catches a little head peeking into his room. Red eyes looking at him in curiosity. Izuku gently closes his book, smiling at the newcomer.

“Hello, you must be Princess Eri.”

The maid looks behind her just as the Princess comes out of her hiding spot.

She’s a small thing, her little hands fiddling with her dress. “H-Hello Prince C-Consort.” She does a curtsy.

Izuku smiles more, but the maid gently reprimands her. “Princess Eri, it’s not lady like to stutter. You need more tutelage in ways of speech, my lady.”

Eri flinches, fiddling with her hands again. Izuku glances up at the maid, starting to remember what a bitch she actually is underneath her “niceness”. “Leave us.”

The maid looks at him. “B-But your-“

“I said leave us. And have another maid come in with tea and snacks.” He then smirks. “It’s not lady like to stutter.”

The maid’s face flushes a bright red, but she does as she’s told. Once she’s gone, he gently beckons for Eri to come to him. The little princess does so. Setting his books aside, he gets out of his chair and bends down to her level.

“You know, I used to stutter a lot when I was your age,” he says, Eri looking at him with wide eyes.

“R-Really?”

Izuku nods. “Yes. I couldn’t pronounce peoples’ names right either. Some words were harder for me to say back then.”

He scoops the princess up by her armpits, settling her down on the sofa. Izuku sits beside her. “If you need any help or anything else, then you are more than welcome to come join me for tea.”

Eri looks down at her dress, once again fiddling with it. “W-Will that be okay…? If I-I come see you… when I’m lonely…?”

Izuku pats her head. “Of course.”

Eri gives him a wobbly smile just as two maids comes in with a tea set and some snacks. If they are surprised to see the young princess and prince consort together, they don’t say anything.

Izuku glances at poor Eri. She is sadly a bastard child between Katsuki’s mother and one of her unofficial male concubines. He just couldn’t remember which one since he never really interacted with the previous queen and her concubines.

But the few times he did, he could honestly say it now that he knows better.

She was a two faced bitch.

She mostly ignored Eri and would belittle Izuku under false complements. He also doesn’t remember Katsuki interacting much with his half sister either.

He watches Eri tentatively take a bite out of a cookie, her eyes shining in delight.

Much like the children Izuku would sneak their favorite snacks to back in the hospital he worked at. He pats her head again.

“Enjoy all that you want, Princess Eri.”

He’ll make sure she’ll have a good life this time.

And not die from a disease like she did before…

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“It seems like your stalker is busy these days, your Majesty,” pipes up Sero, dodging a blow from Katsuki’s sword. “Haven’t seen him following you around like a lost puppy in days.”

Katsuki grunts, hitting Sero in his unprotected side before the fucker could defend himself. Sero holds his most likely bruised side as Katsuki marches over to an attendant to take his practice sword.

“That bratty prince is nothing but a thorn in my side since this whole bullshit started,” he grunts, taking a towel from another attendant to wipe the sweat off. “Caused so many damn problems. Glad the fucker isn’t around to bother us.”

Just then, Kaminari comes into the training grounds with his arm in a sling.

And a flower crown on his head.

Katsuki glares. “What the fuck is on your head? And why the hell is your arm in a sling?!”

Kaminari laughs, scratching the back of his head. “I had a bit of an accident two hours ago and sprained my wrist badly. The Prince Consort and Princess Eri helped me.”

“Ha?” Katsuki looks at Kaminari like he has lost his mind. “Why the fuck are my sister and that brat doing together?”

Kaminari looks puzzled. “Brat?”

Sero snickers. “I keep forgetting you were away for a while with Shinsou. Midoriya Izuku is known as the Brat Prince.”

“He didn’t seem like a brat to me,” remarks Kaminari, a blush and smile coming across his face. “In fact, if he wasn’t married to our “mighty king” here, I would have taken the kind green haired beauty for myself!”

“I don’t think kind is the word I would use to describe him.”

Kaminari glances at Sero who shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve been stuck with him for a week when his convoy was being escorted here. My Gods, he could complain and wore such expensive clothes too.”

Kaminari blinks. “The clothes I saw him wearing today were what stable boys wear.”

Sero and Katsuki look at him in shock. Then the raven haired knight begins to laugh. “Hahaha! Very funny! The Brat Prince wearing stable boy clothes? You almost got me there!”

“But I’m not-“

Suddenly, some nearby knights scramble to the other side of the training hall where the windows lie. Many have awestruck faces, some pointing in astonishment out the windows.

Katsuki, now irritated, marches over to them. “Alright, what the hell has all of you so fascinated for?!”

A knight strutters out, “T-There’s someone out there riding your horse.”

Katsuki is deathly silent that everyone slowly turns to look at him, waiting for the king’s reaction.

“Someone… is what?!” He hollers out, making the knights jump. “Who the fuck is riding my horse?!” Better yet, who is, besides Katsuki, able ride Inferno?

Inferno, like her name, is a wild one. Katsuki has been the only one in the kingdom to be able to ride her. So who the fuck is-

“I-It’s the… Prince Consort, your Majesty.”

…. What….? How…?!

With the thought of murder on his mind, Katsuki storms out of the training hall and marches his way towards the horse training field. Some squires heading to the hall quickly get out of his way just by seeing the look on his face.

The sounds of other knights and horses reaches Katsuki's ears and he steps onto the field to find himself staring instead of yelling like he had planned on doing.

There he is, the Brat Prince, riding the HIS horse without any difficulty at all. In fact, Inferno looks rather pleased, the prince petting her mane.

"Such a wonderful horse, aren't you?" the prince coos, Inferno eating up all his compliments and Katsuki swears he can see that demonic horse smirking in pride. "She's a pretty horse, isn't she, Eri?"

Eri?

His little half sister is sitting in front of the prince, a smile on her face. In fact, Katsuki doesn't remember the last time his half sister even smiled. She always stood towards the shadows, as to not be seen or heard. Eri glances up at Izuku. "She definitely i-is a pretty horse!"

The prince smiles, one that Katsuki has never seen on his face. Usually the prince's smiles are deceitful and untrustworthy. This smile looks may appear nice, but the king will not let his guard down. Loudly clearing his throat, he gains Eri and the prince's attention.

Eri's smile quickly fades, a nervous look replacing it.

Katsuki doesn't know why, but he feels something bad churn in his gut at her expression. That the moment she sees him, she no longer smiles. The prince, on the other hand, doesn't lose the smile, but it appears forced now.

Like being in Katsuki's prescence is a bother to him.

That the king is nothing more than an eyesore.

Katsuki feels irritated, growling out, "Why the Hell are you on my horse?"

The prince raises a brow, appearing to be feigning ignorance. "Your horse? This sweet thing? Why, I had no idea, your Majesty."

... Your Majesty?

[randomruff]

A Cage of Silence

It was insufferable.

Weight heavier than what he ever felt before kept him in place, kept him from moving even an inch. The feel of rock and chains placed around him squeezed his breath away and the horrible taste of melted copper and iron pelits given to him by the ever annoying and irritatingly smug mountain spirits burned him from the inside. -something that those sick bastard enjoyed far too much-

And Silence. The suffocating silence!

It was almost too much. Too much to handle, like it was trying to put another cage on him. To steal whatever freedom he had left. To put unwanted, illogical, and untrue thoughts into his head! They feel so cruelly true.

It made Wukong realize how much the waterfalls back home gave him a sense of calm. How the chatter and chips of his beloved people gave him a sense of courage. How the smell of fruits and flowers gave him a clear mind. How it all gave him a sense of security, a impenetrable wall that no one could get to.

A wall of an Illusion that kept him from realizing just how much of a monster he was becoming.

A low growl escaped him, scaring any lingering spirits away. He hated it, the silence more than anything. More than the one who put him here in the first the place. It was insufferable, suffocating and- and- and...

It was so utterly lonely....

Why? Why did he feel so lonely? It didn't make sense... Why was he in here the first place?! Why was he the only one trapped here?! The others were just as guilty as he was!... So why?!

He knew

WHY WAS HE THE ONLY ONE PUNISHED?!

He knew exactly why

IT'S UNFAIR

He knew how too

IT'S CRUEL

It's karma

IT'S- IT- IT WAS-

Selfish

It was greed...

Greed and pride that got him in this mess... His ego far to big for his own good... A insatiable hunger- fear... to live. To be stronger... Stronger... For what?! What was he doing this for?!

"You were doing this for yourself!"

Silence... Nothing but the eternal cage of silence.

"Bud- no... I-" Something wet trailed down his cheek, before dropping to the ground. The rocky walls and heavy chains seemed to blur, it almost seemed like they gathering closer to him. To smother him with their cold, unbearably cold and heavy arms.

"Mihou was right..." A sharp pain clenched his heart, it squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, it was painful, lonely and it felt like it was caging his poor little stone heart until-

"I really was doing it for myself...."

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FIRST FIC INTO THE FANDOM!!! LET'S GOOO!!!! also my first time on Tumblr. Or rather my first post, so if anything feels/looks weird just know it's probably because of my inexperience using this app (should also be noted i'm using mobile). Feedback is greatly appreciated and insanely helpful, so don't be afraid to speak your mind!

[sicklegirlvanna]

New years party

Miranda: this music is loud and my head hurts

Karl: and to make it worse big bitch and sonya drunk two big ass bottles of tequila by themselves

Miranda: oh my goodness

Karl: and to top it off Daniela is throwing it back on the dining table

(Daniela aggressively shaking her ass): ALL MY LADIES POP YOUR PUSSY LIKE THIS SHAKE YO BODY DON-(PROJECTILE VOMITS)ah fuck me in the ass (falls off table)

Miranda: what in the actual fuck

(Loud thumping noise)

Miranda: what was that

(Cassandra sitting on Savannah's lap): bela and donna went upstairs two hours ago soooo-

Savannah: DONNA GETTING RAILED

(A very drunk donna in the distance): Savannah shut the fuck up

Angie: yep definitely fucking

(Loud thumping going faster)

Miranda: poor donna also wheres alcina and sonya

(Daniela looks up from the puddle of vomit she was lying face first in)

Salvatore: vomits looking at it

Daniela: aww there making out

(Sonya with lipstick stains and hickeys on her neck): I really am one lucky bastard

Alcina: let's go upstairs sonya *Hic*

Sonya: but I'm not done drink-

Alcina: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW GET YOUR SHORT ASS UPSTAIRS AND RAIL ME

(Sonya scared like all hell): ok ok asshole let me just finish my bottle

(Daniela on the fucking banister) I'm gonna jump

Karl: do a flip

Daniela: weeeeeeeeee (slams on the dining room table) HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR *weeeeze passes out*

(Miranda looks over to Cassandra and Savannah aggressively making out) when in the hell- fuck it I'm calling mia cause I'm lonely

I know I know I'm fucking late but happy new year

[targaryenssurvive]

Chapter 14 Rhaella

Rhaella was breaking her fast with her family, or most of her family, Rhaegar and Aerys were discussing something together and had given everyone else the go ahead to eat breakfast without them, which made for a nice quiet breakfast, the children were joking and talking to each other, Viserys and Rhaenys were teasing each other as per usual, Aegon was trying to calm them a bit, and Daenerys and Aemon were drawing together.

Elia cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. “So, as I'm sure everyone remembers the Tyrells are coming to visit, they should arrive today.” Rhaella saw Rhaenys eyes light up at the mention of the visit, though Rhaenys had never explicitly stated how she felt about the Tyrell heir but Rhaella had always known what it was.

“I want everyone on their best behaviors.” Elia spoke. “Aren’t we always?” Viserys replied. Elia chuckled “no….they should be here around noon, once we get word they’ve arrived we’ll wait outside for them.” Elia spoke.

‘Ah outside, outside the red keep, how I would love to be outside the Red Keep, alas Aerys hasn’t granted me that privilege in years.’ Rhaella thought. She hadn’t been allowed outside the Red Keep since she was pregnant with Viserys. yes she could go on her balcony, or in the garden but that was all in the keep, it wasn't truly being outside, she longed to be outside, she remembered as a child her family would occasionally go on hunts and trips, she remembered when her father wasn’t sick, her parents would walk outside with her and Aerys, they would pick flowers and have picnics, it was one of the few times Rhaella could remember being happy with Aerys being around.

Elia, Viserys, Daenerys, Aegon and Rhaenys were all at the gates waiting to greet the Tyrells, Rhaella was sitting on the couch in a sitting area with Aemon next to her. Due to Aemons bastard birth he was forbidden to greet nobles and hold the same prominence as the other members of the family which meant during times like this Aemon would sit with Rhaella and keep her company. When Viserys was younger he wasn’t allowed outside much either so he would be by Rhaellas side but as he grew and his risk of death lowered he was given more freedoms, which meant when company arrived he would be there to greet them, he wouldn’t be by his mothers side. Rhaella couldn’t blame Viserys, she would be just as desperate to get some fresh air if she was given the chance. Rhaegar used to keep her company as well, but as Rhaegar grew into the man he is today he became distant, not just from Rhaella but from everyone, his wife, his children, his siblings, he got even worse after the ugliness of the rebellion. Now it seems that the only person he talks to regularly is Jon Connington, and even then it seems like it’s mostly Jon doing the talking. When Daenerys was born Rhaella had her as company, her baby girl would sit and cuddle with her during lonely times, of course Daenerys was always an adventurous curious girl, and as soon as she learned to crawl she started getting away from Rhaella.

Rhaella missed when both her sons were close to her, before Rhaegar grew, when he was her boy, when he would comfort her with his presence after a particularly bad day, when he would let her old him while she cried, when he was her little boy….but at least she had her younger children and her grandchildren.

Aemon was sitting up straight, he looked stiff and uncomfortable, like he was afraid to move. Rhaella understood why, of course. When Aemon was small he had been a cuddly little child, always wanting to be held and cuddled. Once she had picked up Aemon and cuddled him, Aerys had come in and something snapped, he had one of the kingsguard beat Aemon for ‘touching the queen in an inappropriate manner’, the poor boy was so scared and confused, he was crying and screaming, Rhaella could even tell that the kingsguard felt bad for doing it. Ever since that day Aemon had become much more uncomfortable with affection from Rhaella, worried that he would be hurt, now he only became affectionate when he was sure Aerys was nowhere to near.

Rhaella gently took Aemons hand in hers and held it, Aemon flinched slightly but still held her hand. Aemons eyes would look around the room, watching nervously in case Aerys made an unannounced appearance. Rhaella took a deep breath and prayed that Aerys would keep his temper controlled while they had guests

[aajjks]

⚠️⚠️ it’s long & it’s sad ⚠️⚠️

TPOL!JK

“you? a saint? i doubt that” shrugs namjoon before throwing the cigarette on the ground and crushing it. he puts his hands in his pockets listening to jungkook lash out at him how he come in between the “relationship” you moved past years ago but he clearly hasn’t moved on. his poor friend looks pathetic in namjoon’s eyes, pity jungkook. he doesn’t remember jungkook acting like this when it came to him breaking things off with tina so he doesn’t understand why he’s so hung up on you. you’re not even his type.

you’re pretty small, a bit curvier, and have interests jungkook doesn’t even care about yet you somehow got him wrapped around your pinky and took two bullets because of him. yeah, namjoon knows about that too.

jungkook has always, ALWAYS been into models. 5’7 beautiful petite women whose status was on par with his own yet here he is obsessing over you, clearly infatuated with you while you seemed to have moved on. it reminds namjoon of jaekuk. that bastard ruined ji-ae’s life and even his last words were pertaining to her because he couldn’t let her go and here is jungkook doing the same.

obviously, namjoon is lying. he’d never hurt a hair on your head but he has to sound serious to get jungkook to back off and he’s getting there. his comment clearly threw jungkook for a loop and has hit a nerve of his. all namjoon has to do is sound believable. he is a lawyer after all.

“and guess what? she’ll still like me if i tell her. she took you back when you verbally abused her any chance you got, so this isn’t any different” shrugs namjoon who is clearly pressing all the right buttons to set jungkook off.

“i do love her. i love her enough to keep her away from a psychopath like you. so here’s what i’ll leave you with, stay far away from y/n and no one has to get hurt. not your mother, y/n, or you. cool? good, see you, kook” says namjoon before he’s heading back to you leaving jungkook outside alone.

once namjoon is back inside, you rise from the couch with a worried look on your face. “did…did everything go okay? are you okay? he didn’t hurt you right? guess what? he threatened yerin!” you say while checking for scratches and marks on namjoon.

“baby, baby, i’m fine but…you might be upset with me”

“why?”

“i…i threatened to kill you if jungkook didn’t leave you alone”

“WHAT THE HELL!!” yells yerin. “first he’s threatening me with my infidelity and now you’re threatening to kill her. the both of you are fucked up, seriously”

“why would you say that? that’s not funny, namjoon”

“you know i’d never do that though but he looked pretty convinced i would”

you’re rubbing your hands over your temples to help ease your oncoming headache from everything that’s happening on your birthday night. all in one night.

“i’m going home” you say before grabbing your stuff, clearly over the drama that’s brewing. it’s the jeon jaekuk situation all over again and you refuse to linger around.

“baby, please don’t be upset. i didn’t mean it” pleads namjoon who takes your hand and begs you to not be upset because he’d never hurt you, ever. “i just…i just want to rest okay? i’ll call you when i’m home” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek and leaving his apartment, clearly in your feelings about the situation. your birthday is ruined and you’re in tears about it.

why is it every time you try to gain some peace in your life, people threaten to disturb it or take it away from you. when you arrive outside, you see jungkook heading towards you but you don’t pay him any mind. he’s the reason why you’re crying and according to him, you’re strangers anyway so you’re sure he doesn’t care about your tears. he’s probably enjoying himself.

when you arrive to your condo, you’re greeted by an excited mochi but his excitement dials down upon your heartbroken face. you face plant into your bed and without holding back you scream in your pillows.

you’re angry, hurt, sad, scared, and lonely. your eyes look at the frame of your dead mother and that’s all it takes for you to breakdown. “i can’t do this, mom. i-i need you” you whisper while taking the frame and holding it close to your chest. you’re not happy without her and you can’t go on like this. surely there’s a better life for you somewhere and that is with her.

so, you fill your bathtub with cold water, grab two bottles of soju that namjoon left, and lock your bathroom door. you undress yourself and soak in the cold water while drinking your sorrows away. by the time you finish the first bottle you’re already drunk but you continue drinking anyways until you pass out.

your drunk mind hears banging on your door but you simply remove your hearing aid and toss it somewhere to drown out the noise. you don’t want any interruptions, you just want to drown because that’s what it feels like. it feels like you’re drowning and literally you are.

your head is below the water but you’re too drunk to realize it and too sad to lift it up.

Of course he is following you, even from far away, he could tell that you were really upset, and he’s also scared for your safety from his friend that just threatened to kill you.

And as soon as he is in front of your house, Jungkook gets out of his car and starts banging on your door and even rings the bell, “yn?!??” he has to see you he knows that he’s an asshole, and that you’ve moved on from him, but he hasn’t moved on from you- why can’t you be together? And he knows that he hurt you pretty bad and he still hates you a lot… but he just has a bad feeling about this.

He knows that you shouldn’t be alone right now. And your pathetic boyfriend didn’t even have it in him to apologize to you or come after you.

It’s so clear he doesn’t love you as much as Jungkook loves you. “Y-Yn!!!!!??!! Open the damn fucking door!” He curses under his breath because he’s been banging on your door for the past five minutes and you are not responding.

Jungkook screams in frustration as he yells “YOU ASKED FOR THIS I’M GONNA BREAK THIS FUCKING DOOR.” And with that he starts to push on the door with his whole strength. His body is banging against the door…. It is really hard to break through this.

But he has to even if it’s impossible.

Jungkook looks for another way, and then he remembers that you have a security code that he remembers all too well so he looks for the machine and he input the code- opening the door.”

And frantically he’s inside your house looking for you. When he doesn’t find you in your living room, he’s into your bedroom. Of course you’d be there.

But you are not, Jungkook searches your room like a desperate man, but you are not there. “Yn!!!!” he’s calling out your name with you are still not responding to him maybe you are too upset with him and maybe you’re just not home.

Jungkook closes his eyes and tries to calm down, but something is telling him that he has to look for you in your home- because something is about to go very wrong.

So he’s looking all over your house and then after he’s done, but there’s no sign of you, he has no choice, but to inspect your bathroom.

the door- it doesn’t open while he tries to open it but no use.

So he has to break this one down.

And after like a few tries, it finally breaks down- oh his shoulder is gonna be sore. But it’s all worth it.

As soon as he’s into your bathroom, he notices the tub filled with water in the water is still going on so worried he’s looking into your tub and what he sees next makes goosebumps appear on his skin, and his leg start to shake.

You’re drowning

“O-OH MY GOD YN!!?!!” He cries out your name as he tries to get you out of the tub- but your body feels too heavy- jungkook is frantic right now- he’s cursing under his breath, he’s trying to get your body out-

And finally, he’s got a hold of you.

So he quickly takes your body out of the tub and then he spots the soju bottles. Both are empty.

And then he realizes that you almost drank yourself to death

And haunts him if he was even a minute late then-

Jungkook picks your body up bridal style and lays you onto the bed- after running towards your bedroom with you in his arms.

“Y-Yn wake up.” He’s rubbing your hands- trying to give you some warmth because you are not conscious, and your lips are starting to turn a little blue.

Just how long were you in the tub???

“Y-Yn fuck!!!? DON’T JOKE WITH ME AND JUST WAKE UP!” Jungkook is crying, he doesn’t know what to do- the water was freezing cold he knows.

There’s only one thing left because you are not moving an inch. You are naked and your body feels cold.

So he in panic tries to think of something and then it hits him.

CPR.

He presses down hard, to a third of the depth of the chest, then he waits for the chest to come back up. After 30 chest compressions, you are still not waking up.

“YN!??!” He cries out.

You need to breathe.

So he immediately pushes his mouth into yours and tries to give you mouth to mouth, hoping you’ll wake up.

“YN WAKE UP OH MY GOD!”

[impala-dreamer]

I just feel like annoying you so tell me, what are your favorite things about:

cas

sam

dean

benny

rowena

gabriel

crowley

chuck

ALWAYS ANNOY ME!! (you're not actually annoying me, I love it!)

Sorry this took so long, I was cleaning the kitchen in between answering asks. lol. OK- here goes-

Cas, Castiel, Angel of the Lord… Castiel… My favorite thing about Cas is that he’s this incredibly powerful being shoved into this little package that is utterly confused about the world and humans and it’s so endearing. And he’s a bad-ass-motherfucker. Absolutely do not cross him, he will rip your head off with a flick of his wrist and not even break a sweat - He does not sweat under any circumstances, ya know. And he’s just… pathetic and lonely and needs to be loved and he’s so strong and his eyes are so blue and i just need him to protect me no matter what. He’s always always there when I need him. My Cas <3

Sam is smart and sassy and full of himself and so soft and loving and passionate and needy and my poor baby boy i miss you. He could literally break your neck but he’s so tender and hesitant and… he’s cursed but hopeful and I love him.  

Dean Winchester is the bravest, most selfless, most loving, most caring, fearful, passionate, smart, brilliant, beautiful soul in the entire universe and to not love him would be a crime against all of creation. To not care for him, to soothe his pain, to tell him how much he is loved and cherished would be… well, we all saw how that played out. I love Dean because he is a truly beautiful soul. And, ok, he’s kinda hot. 

Yo- Benny? The VAMPIRE? Benny. Ok. Listen- he’s just cute and that accent and he’s like… Bro- we’re gonna be bros and help each other out of purgatory. Oh wait, this was a mistake, bro- we gonna be bros and imma go save your bro ok? He was just like… a really hot plot device. . . Oh, and he’s a vampire and i always like those. Hehe

Rowena was, is, and always will be THE QUEEN of whatever room, realm, universe she is in and I love her. She’s brilliant and cunning and bitch can wear some eyeliner like lemme tell you- also like who just walks around in sparkling gowns on a tuesday? ROWENA. That’s who. Love her to death and beyond. Always a fave. 

Gabriel is I think pretty close to who I’d be if I was in that universe. Scared to death, hiding from my family, having a shit ton of fun with magic. 

A few years ago, I went to a con that was, at the time, to be Mark Shepard’s final Creation Con, and it had been announced he was leaving the show too. When I went for my op with him, I hugged him and said “We are going to miss you so much. You’’ll always be My King.” And I meant it. I loved Crowley. Crowley was mischief but he cared for the Winchesters, he really did. And I miss that man. 

Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. You little bastard. You adorable psycho. I’m not supposed to love Chuck, but I do. He can just live in my hoodie pocket along with my chapstick and I’ll cuddle him all day and beg him not to destroy planets anymore. Oh, Chuck…

[loominggaia]

Trying to test a Crack Theory I have; How many kids does each Great Kingdoms Ruler have?

I know that Gultopp has three, Hethor has at least one and Oberon has four,(btw, why did Sanctoria have four kids with that dirt bag?) so what about the others? You've mentioned Sovereigns wife harem, so I guessing Mr. Ocean is an uncle to at least a dozen octo-babies.

Good questions! Let's tally up their offspring first...

Gultopp Folkvar: On paper, he has 2 kids. In reality, he has 3. His middle child is profoundly disabled, so he hides her away out of shame and for her own safety.

Marghan Matuzu: Hasn't claimed any children officially, but God knows he probably has many bastard kids floating around in the world.

Chua Lamai: None. Chua is celibate and infertile on top of that, so kids aren't in the cards for them.

Roz Yerim-Mor: 2 sons and 1 daughter, all by different mothers. One son is a Morite military captain, the other is a high-ranking Cultist of the Crescent. His daughter is secretly a priestess of Love and Light. Yeeeah, family get-togethers are about as awkward as you'd think...

Qara Zareen: Has just one daughter, who is even more spoiled and useless than herself.

Indiga Evangeline: 2 daughters. One is a Lindist religious zealot and the other is a Matuzan spy.

Oberon Mogdir: 2 sons and 2 daughters.

Hethor Etios: 9 sons on paper, 10 in reality. One was born from infidelity and secretly sent away to a foreign kingdom.

Serafeen of Damijana: None. But secretly had an abortion once, which was a whole fiasco that ended with a top scientist getting assassinated. Damijana just be like that.

Titania of the Seelie: Never had children, unless you count the faerys she forged with her divine powers.

Morgause of the Unseelie: Had children in the past, but the exact number isn't known because Morgause was uh, let's say...a very loose lady in her youth. She crapped out kids and left them all over the place when she served Titania, because as a royal knight for the Bright Court, she had no time for family. After that, she married a divine, who was of course infertile. After scaring him off, she has become infertile herself due to all the soul-sucking she does to keep herself immortal. All of her past children have been dead for a very long time.

Sovereign of Aquaria: Probably several dozen children, even more grandchildren, and even more great grandchildren, and so on. He's been at it for centuries and his lineage is massive at this point. He doesn't know most of their names and doesn't really care. He only cares if they're "defective" in some way. Sovereign thinks himself a perfect specimen, so if a child doesn't meet his standard, he blames the mother's genetics and banishes the child to some faraway place. I like to think he has some offspring who are similar to Mr. Ocean, who were deemed defective because they are a little offbeat, a little too sensitive, or a little quirky. It's very possible that Mr. Ocean could meet them someday!

Why did Sanctoria have 4 kids with Oberon?

I imagine their first child was conceived before she realized what a scumbag her husband really was. The second was conceived when she was starting to figure it out, but still thought she could fix him. Their third child was her last-ditch attempt to bring them closer together, hoping Oberon would love the baby enough to stop his nasty ways.

Of course that didn't work, and by this time Sanctoria was being written off as a loony because Oberon convinced the entire kingdom she was insane. Her last child was growing into a spoiled daddy's girl who ratted on her for trying to kill her husband, which only isolated her more. Sanctoria deliberately had her 4th child because she was lonely and just wanted someone to love her unconditionally. A new baby fit that role nicely, although she knows it's just a matter of time before that baby grows up and writes her off like everyone else.

Poor Tori. :( And poor Mogdir kids, they never stood a chance with parents like these...

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[homelander-rp-blog]

What Eris said left a deep trace on John, he felt sorry for her, it must be lonely being the only demon with feelings but the cursed creature too that you can't have a lover forever, just a one night stand and that's all.. someone like Eris didn't deserve such treatment, John wanted her to have a happy life but isn't he himself holds back from her? isn't he the one thinking demons aren't worthy of love? demons don't have feelings like humans is what John told himself once he realized he's starting he's getting feeling for her and right now that sentence seems much difference echoing in his mind, he cringes slightly, blaming his old self for being cruel in judging Eris.. maybe there are more demons like her wandering outside around this world.. and maybe there are humans like him too.. aching to be truly in love with the said demon but they hold back.. he shakes his head, as if getting rid of all the dark, melancholic thought clouding his mind and follows Eris to stand in the shallow part of the shore..

Before they could drive to the club, Eris was apparently summoned somewhere.. John can't wrap his head around this matter that why a demon has to leave their owner?! wasn't it in the contract?! what the hell?! but he lets her go by taking the promise from her that she'll be back to him before night ends and he won't believe her but he lets her go.. and immediately regrets it once she disappears to another realm and John picks up his night shade that Eris dropped when she vanished into the thin air, smiling sadly at the item, places it back in the console and his eyes locks with the blue eyes in the rear view mirror, his own eyes never looked this much scared no John, we'll be just fine without her and she'll be back anytime now! you know how women are.. you ignore her, next second she pretends she's busy, any excuse to ditch you.. John swallows down "but.. but she promised-" and stops himself before ending the sentence. next second he's walking to the club entrance, asking for Reggie...

His only worry is for Eris was I too rude to her that she had to leave? is she mad at me? will she ever come back? I hope she's safe wherever she is.. and his fingers squeezes around the knife sheath in his grip, he peaks out from behind the red curtain again and spots the cousin, a stripper currently dancing on him, neither she nor the man sitting on the couch notice the dark figure of John sneaking behind the seat, not until he's sinking the blade in the poor bastard's neck, sharp knife slicing through the skin like cutting the butter and blood sprays both him and the woman whose scream muffled in John's ears, he raises his hand and stabs the cousin again, again, again.. the hot streams of tears running down his face and he's standing there, knife drops from his hands and when he licks his lips, he tastes the tangy, metallic of blood. the woman runs out of the room "HE KILLED HIM!" John has to be fast before the bodyguards are here.. surprisingly, unlike what Eris predicted, Reggie didn't betray him.

He drives home with burden, road turning into blurring lights and head swimming, his smoke bobbing in the corner of his mouth whenever he chews at the end or moves it around between his lips, he didn't even light it.. and it's a miracle John didn't have a car crash once he arrives to his apartment. hauls himself up from the emergency stairs, not wanting to face any of the neighbors in his state, covered in blood and all.. and the sight that greets him is Eris, looking like she's been through a war and barely made it out alive-

"Eris!" he rushes to her side, pushing the long, dark hair out of her face, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other cups the side of her beautiful face now covered in blood and wounds.. "what happened?!" what a dumb question. John curses himself, helping her to walk to the bathroom "shh shh, it's alright, I'm here, I got you, girl. don't waste your energy, darling.." his heart beating so fast, scared that he might lose her.. "here we are, okay, we're okay.." he helps her sit on the closed toilet seat and grabs for the first aid kit "it's okay, you'll be fine" his voice coming unsure and unnecessary loud to his ears, drops to his knees and prepares the clean bandages "Jesus- the fuck happened.."

"Oh." Eris looked confused. "I wasn't asking for you John, I was asking for me." she shrugged her shoulders. "Humans make such nice lovers.. not like us demons, we're very greedy, and sleeping with another demon well... I can't say many of them turn my head." Eris hummed in thought. "I don't view you as dirtying my hands, you do know that, surely? If anything I think my touch dirties you, I think my presence is.. a curse. I think I'm a curse." she admitted. "I think when I was human I ruined everything I touched, I was never very good at anything.. other than the animals, that was my peace and then now? For humans? I'm a walking curse, I bring death I bring destruction, I bring ruination.. to everything. I know you'll say that's not the case but.. I see it sometimes, the way people look at me, like they know deep down, I have something evil, that I am evil." she was talking as she silently adored the feeling of sand underneath her feet. She would've adored this feeling, she would have adored the ocean air and the sound of it. Maybe the sound of it the most. "I don't mind all the time but every now and then I wonder, all us demons do, what it's like to be loved... so I suppose if we take a human lover, even a night, we get to remember or know that feeling for a little bit. Everybody has wants, us more selfishly. What do we have to lose?"

Suddenly Eris went running up to the oceans tide, letting it run up across her feet and she laughed so loudly when the cold water hit her feet, the cold was a shock but it was fun, refreshing. "You're brave, to mess with me!" she would've let him pull that silly trick again and again, just to enjoy something so mundane. She would've bought him all the ice cream in the world, just to enjoy the beach at sunset night after night.

--

That night Eris was summoned, as she called it. It meant she had to go, but if he needed her drastically, if his life was threatened, to call out her name and she'd come home.. that was what she said, that she would come home. She never realized the slip in her words, but a week passed. It was late, the dead hours of the night and downstairs, there was a loud thud. That thud was the noise of her, his demon, collapsing to the floor. She was exhausted, her power had been used to it's full extend and she couldn't even get on to her feet. An outbreak in hell, a call for battle, demon against hellhound, there was always a strive for power. There was always a hierarchy challenged, no matter the realm... and she was powerful, of course she was called to fight. Now that it was done she was weary, she could give in to the ache of her legs, weakened without her power. She had to give it time and Eris was impatient, she was always so very impatient. She wanted to be better now. Enough that she lifted herself up and tried to force herself up onto her feet by gripping to a piece of furniture and hauling herself up but she collapsed down again, pulling some ornaments with her so that they collapsed and crashed down to the ground.

She'd come back to him only she was back wounded and weak. Her wild hair was sprawled, matted with dried blood and her skin was stained with it, it was smeared across her face. She'd been clawed viciously, healed as much as she could, it'd do but it was as good as she could handle. Eris daren't even call out for his help, she just... heard his steps. "I'll be fine, I don't need the help I'll be okay-" she rushed the words in heaved breaths. She wasn't okay, she did need help.. she just found it so hard to accept it. She'd come home, that was the important part. Eris had done what she said.. and come home, to him. In fact, the moment the war for the demons was won, she came straight back here without even a second thought. "I can get up, I can help myself. I can- I can do this-" and then she was flitting, flitting like a trapped moth, one corner of the room to the other, back again, back and fourth and stressed and it very clearly.. hurt her to push it so far because when she couldn't disappear anymore she was holding herself up by the kitchen island, it wasn't pleasant to see her like this.

[embraceyourdestiny]

dude fuck I feel your pain...

wanna fuck/get fucked so bad :(

buuuuut also highkey fall in love, sigh...

I can fall in love with pretty much anyone honestly (though it’s not just romantic love) but yeah I feel this. 22 and I’ve never had a partner of any kind, I’m very depressed and lonely and can count the amount of times someone’s touched me in the past 7 years on my hands so yeah I definitely feel this 😭

I’m so terrified to do any online dating, even before Covid I’m terrified of getting killed and now I’m even more scared of getting sick and ruining my life for some dick (bc it would def. Be a guy, I have a feeling most women would be respectful). I wanted to make a page and put “don’t contact if you don’t mask” but that seemed like a lot of work to vet people, plus I probably wouldnt get hits anyway bc that’s “High Maintenance”, and I’m sure it’d make me more of a target than anything so. No dice.

I don’t have a car and there’s no night life where I live so I’m just stuck with the only place I go outside being my work and hoping some poor bastard will make the move and I’ll actually like them, but that never happens bc I’m an employee and everyone is awkward and ppl don’t even compliment each other so I bet it’s pulling teeth to get them to actually confession attraction so I’m just screwed 😭

Hope your circumstances are a lil bjt better anyone and we can get some G (genitals) someday anon

[albatris]

I am finally typing up a Quinn Explanation post

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

In The Tempest Beats a Mournful Heart (A companion piece to If Only... and Discontent):

The minutes seemed like hours, the hours seemed like days, and the days seemed like weeks.

And yet all you two could offer each other were cursory glances and poor, thinly veiled attempts at concealing your mutual desire. At night you and Morgott slept, dreaming of contentment and a blissful future. Together. And at dawn you would awake to the grim reality that the chasm between you two was slowly but surely growing and you could only clench your teeth and stay your tongue lest it get even bigger.

But either way, you felt you both were damned.

He avoids you, the Omen king. He avoids the gnawing ache and longing in your glares. Morgott avoids all attempts at camaraderie for the sake of self-preservation and you scoff. If only he knew the thin line you treaded, that thin line that separated love from hatred. A hatred born of denial, of… rejection. How could he deny you the rarity of his smile and the comfort of his heart? How could he deny you even the intensity of his gaze?! How could he… how could he just—

 “—Damn you, Morgott.”

The anger which you let simmer for so long had reached its peak, had culminated in your outburst. And you noted the irony of your rage blazing against the backdrop of a tranquil night sky. You should’ve watched it, you and Morgott, watched the Lands Between as it bathed in the glory of the Erdtree’s golden rays, but no… no. Your eyes, darkened with frustration, were only for Morgott.

Morgott, the bastard who didn’t even flinch at the razor-sharp edge in your voice. His lone eye, distant yet aware all the same, bore into your own, and silence reigned until the deep timbre of his voice made your heart swell once again. Whether in affection or madness, you never knew.

And the tempest, a flurry of incomplete words and heated emotions, surged.

“Tarnished—”

“—Why won’t you let me?!” The blood pummeled your head like waves.

“Calm thy anger—” His shock and irritation met your ferocity head on. And it was beautiful. Or could be if only he’d let it. Bastard.

“—No. No, goddamn you, Morgott, you will listen to me. Why—”

“—Choose thine next words carefully—!”

“NO. WHY WON’T YOU LET ME IN?!” You were met with silence and your vision went red. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You should’ve stopped there, should’ve stopped when you teetered on the precipice of self-restraint and the simmering resentment threatened to boil over. You should’ve stopped the moment Morgott’s gaze narrowed. But you didn’t and the words continued to fall from your lips like molten lava.

They fell and, in the process, tore two hearts asunder.

It didn’t register in your mind until it was too late; Morgott had silently arisen and turned to walk away, content to let you stew in your misery. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the circumstances, you could never leave well enough alone. You angrily ran behind the omen, shouting until your voice was sure to be hoarse in the morning. Your mouth never stopped. You knew you crossed the point of no return. It mattered not, however.

“SOME KING YOU ARE, RUNNING AWAY FROM SOMETHING AS HARMLESS AS ME! IS THIS WHY THE GOLDEN ORDER YOU LOVE SO MUCH REJECTED YOU BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN—”

“ENOUGH.”

Morgott had demanded it of you and it was enough. Enough to quell the raging storm within for the moment. Enough to allow your aching throat some respite. But it wasn’t enough to soothe your heart. Or his. You both stood in silence, letting words spoken in rage and resignation blanket your bodies like sweltering, uncomfortable heat.  After some time, after the silence had become unbearable, you bleated out a pathetic “Morgott…”

And the omen, against his better judgment, turned to you and it was then you realized the extent of your outburst. You had never seen the gold in his eye glow so brightly with emotion and the contrast against the night sky would’ve scared a lesser man. The pain and the rejection so conveyed in your words were evident in the way his stare rooted you to the earth. The regret began to replace the rage and your knees buckled under the pressure.

“Morgott…” you called to him again. Your heart was full of mixed emotions but the worthiest one still reigned supreme. Your hands reached out to touch, to hold. Your steps were uneven and slovenly. Your entire being beckoned to him and he was tempted. By the Grace was he tempted. "Please..."

Please, just let me hold you. Just let me...

“...just let me love you, Morgott...”

The omen’s eye widened and he took a step back as if your words rent his flesh. You both winced simultaneously and rejection reared its ugly head once more. No. No… “Tarnished…” his voice shaky, mind riddled with fear and renouncement and love, did the only thing he felt it possible to do.

Morgott turned away once more and began to walk, began to bridge the divide between you two even further. Every step he took was one away from happiness and belonging. Every step he took reminded him of the life that should’ve been. And Erdtree help him, wouldn’t it have been easier to just fall into your arms and let his fears be carried away with the wind? Perhaps he was as weak as you thought him. You and the Golden Order.

Morgott was unaware of your body succumbing to the suffering of love denied. Your knees collapsed under the weight of the tempest as you watched his lumbering form retreat into the darkness.

Your heart, your body, and your soul were filled with a river of anguish that dared not flow.