#the world is our oyster !!

[seafoodsoda]

[dwtdog]

500 commas to 7000 words

this is me but with “—“ 😭 —invinciblelikeu

thank god someone gets it

[atwistinthetail]

I’m the pearl? no babe we’re the pearl

[keriarentikai]

Chapters: 8/10 Fandom: Spartacus Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agron/Nasir Characters: Agron, Nasir, Crixus, Naevia, Chadara, Saxa, Gannicus, Duro Additional Tags: Modern AU, Closeted Character, Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Secret Relationship

Chapter eiiiiiiight! I’m posting this fast because I keep fussing with it and that’s no fun. I’ll probably post the last chapter + epilogue on Friday or so.

wheeeeeeee

[pinkopaqued]

OPEN.

he hasn't fought like that before, the labs goons had never come at him so hard. they'd been ready to take him, to take out whoever was with him and return jason to the lab. he wasnt gonna let that happen. so much fire that it felt like the air was burning, charred flesh the only scent around. he cant help but wonder if this was a bad idea, his body beyond overwhelmed by the chaos. blood seeps from his nose, his ears, his eyes. it's more than he'd ever dealt with before, a result of pushing his body so far. but he ignores it all, ignores the taste of blood in his mouth, the bruises all over his body. instead he focuses on them, rushing to their side now that the violence is over, searching them for wounds and signs of injury.

[livelifetothefullestinthisworld]

Sometimes life can kick us down but we have to get back up and start anew. We worry and we are afraid of wat might happen due to our past experiences. We face everyday each day has enough trouble of its own." God wants us to be present in the here and now, knowing that He will take care of our future.

We must shift our focus to the present, not worrying about tomorrow.

Livelifetothefullest_life in this world!!

[skeletalhorse]

Oh! And this doesn't necessarily need to be sexual! Wanna infodump about your favorite topic for seven minutes? That'd be amazing and I'll be fully invested in listening to you 😍

I want anons of what you would want to do with me if we were in a closet playing Seven Minutes in Heaven 😇😋

[coquelicoq]

obviously in homura matoba does natori a huge favor (though it also comes with perks for himself) but there's another way to look at it. if in miharu natori was offering to help matoba bear his burdens, it doesn't seem that matoba took him up on that. he sat on the bench of i hate my life and dissociated about it, because so much would have to be different for him to accept that offer in the way it was being offered. he would have to be different. but natori coming to him in the homura arc and saying i need you, now we're talking. other than when they first met and matoba said he was looking for people he can use, since he got to know natori what he's been saying is use me use me use me. but all natori has done is reject him, even when it clearly makes natori weaker and less able to meet his goals. as the clan leader matoba has so many people he can (and does) use. and the dynamic that he has with those people is not the one he wants with natori, nor the one natori was offering in miharu. but if natori uses him? that's different. that's a reciprocation of sorts, a bid for connection. that's natori reaching out and saying, i see you, i value you, we can be equals.

[mamawasatesttube]

thinking about how much kon loves star trek again... i just know he has a secret account he never told rex leech about where he posts spirk and triumvirate fanfiction. i just know it.

[3416]

learning to bead has felt like a highlight of my life tbh

[angclnumber]

OPEN TO : f / nb

" SO WHAT'S THEIR NAME ?" the question is followed by an arch of their brow . " figure i ask . y'know considering they're basically all over you ."

[meirimerens]

the dandy sketch just by itself... i want to remember to give him anisocoria and an eyebrow scar when i draw him... they're not on his model but i think it fits him :)

[sweatinf]

hey 2434 likers... minnya .... does anyone have a niji liver they'd like to see! feel free to leave an ask or a reply :D

i'll be doing a 30 day niji challenge starting 2nd aug, feel free to join me if yew like! \o/

[weptsorrow]

“This is going to sting…” Zayne warns, hazel eyes flicking up to meet Ivan’s own briefly. It lingers for no more than a couple moments before his gaze drops back down to his neighbor’s wrist.

Parts of the letters branded into his skin are a bit raw and irritated, still bleeding ever so slightly from when Ivan had picked at it prior. With a steady ( but oh so gentle ) hand holding it in place, he uses his other to carefully clean the area with a small alcohol pad. Though he mainly focuses on the areas that require a bit more attention, his eyes are constantly moving over Ivan’s wrist, palm, and slightly curled fingers — soaking in each and every detail.

“...You need to stop picking at this, Ivan.” — and as he speaks, he sets the pad aside and looks to the small first aid kit he’d brought and roots through it a bit. He pushes aside supplies here and there until he finds a small tube of ointment, pulling it out. “Otherwise, it will get worse. It could get infected and if it does, it’ll be much more of a headache for you to deal with.”

He releases Ivan’s wrist for a moment to unscrew the top of the tube, setting the cap down as he gets to work applying a thin layer of ointment to the areas he just cleaned. “I would recommend putting a bandage over it while it heals. However, if you do not want to, just… keep it clean. Please.”

( @frznwarmth )

he lost track of time after coming home, simply sitting on the stairs and taking some time to himself as he stairs and simply looked up at the starry sky above. the view wasn't the best— he'd seen better —but he didn't exactly have the energy to go out stargazing right now. this would do.

at least, until the clouds began to converge.

this shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. suddenly, his attention was drawn away from the stars to... himself. overthinking again, lost in his own thoughts when he wished not to be. idly, without even realizing it, as he stared blankly straight ahead, ivan had begun rubbing at his left wrist as he wrung his hands together; eventually even pulled his sleeve up just a little bit, enough to give way to blunted nails grazing against the silver letters seared into his flesh.

what an inhumane practise, he'd often thought, but it's been done to him during years that he couldn't fight back; even now, given what sort of family he'd been adopted into, he couldn't imagine himself standing up to his so-called father. it wasn't the first time that ivan had scratched his wrist raw to the point of bleeding, and likely wouldn't be the last, and his only saving grace from making the bleeding any worse this time was the voice of another.

ah...

he hadn't even hear him come up.

ivan cleared his throat, and quickly pulled his sleeve back down— though he sort of doubted that zayne hadn't seen. somehow, that man was almost as observant as he was. at least ivan tended to wear dark colors, so the blood seeping through fabric remained mostly unseen... but still. “ ... ” he said nothing to the other's insistence that he come into his apartment right this second so he can treat it for him— wondering if his neighbor's reaction would've been the same if he wasn't a doctor.

with a bit of reluctance, ivan stood up and followed after the other, gaze intently focused onto the ground. he sat where instructed, but didn't immediatelly relinquish his wrist for zayne to look over it. but, oh, he wasn't immune to the man's sweet talk that remained oddly firm. and so, with a sigh, he offered his arm, though it remained rather limp in the way he raised it. with eyes still avoidant, he simply sat there and waited for it to be over.

all he could think about is what zayne might say upon seeing ivan's name be branded into his skin. he himself had never seen anyone else bear such a mark, but he wondered if the doctor had. naturally though, ivan didn't ask. once the alcohol was applied to the wound, his face scrunched up for but a second, before being schooled back into careful indifference. it did sting, as told, he it was nothing ivan couldn't just glaze over. he'd been through worse.

“ ... ” he didn't like the patronizing way zayne spoke to him. he found it difficult to differentiate if he was actually being mean or if it was just the medical expert speaking ( or perhaps something else entirely ). he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, simply slouching over and resting his chin in his free hand as he waited for the ravenette to grab further supplies.

his features relaxed the moment the cool ointment hit his skin, not even having realized what a relief that might bring. finally, did he tilt his head just enough to lay his eyes upon zayne: knelt in front of him, meticulously taking care of the cuts he'd inflicted upon himself ( could he see the past ones, too? ). it was strange; he'd had some of his father's medical staff around him in the past, but none of those past experiences had made him feel... this way. whatever way that was.

“ don't pry, ” he said, finally, after an arduous moment of silence that was only broken by zayne's own voice. while never once acknowledging his worries and suggestions on how to take care of this going forward, ivan very carefully stored them in his memory. if he'd actually act upon them, however, he couldn't promise.

[silkchvffon]

closed for @invcntions it's show time baby !!

THE DOOR SQUEAKS LOUDER THAN EVIE REMEMBERED when she enters the house, one trembling hand pressed around the knife jutting from her abdomen still. she doesn't think it's particularly deep, but it hurts like she might as well have been sawed in half. it's almost blinding and she stumbles through the hallway the best she can, convinced she can make it into the bathroom to patch herself up the way she always does. she's lost count of the scars she keeps hidden from her brother, the bloodied garments she discards of when everyone else is too distracted by the violence they love to cause. she's making noise, evelyn's aware of that even when the only thing she can hear is the blood roar in her ears. it doesn't worry her until she stumbles and crashes to the ground, bringing a coat rack with her and only just twisting her body to not land directly on her wound. « fuuuck, » evie groans loudly, kicking at the familiar pair of shoes that tripped her, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. « vance, i'll fucking kill you, » she adds in a hiss.

[hopkei]

Congrats on YuseKeto mag cover!!!!!!!!! We are so winning this month!!!!!!

IDK WHAT I DID FOR ALL MY DREAMS TO SUDDENLY COME TRUE?????

the way i wouldve cried just for a spread and first natsunatsu then KETOSOTA and now yuseketo on COVERS???? the magazine gods really looked at fanta (and me) and said i choose tHEM!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍

now my hopes are going go get out of hand what fanta pairing are we going to get on a cover next??? it feels like anything could happen orz