#thinking about tragic romances again

[allgremlinart]

but if I said romance is and always has been the weakest part of superhero comics/stories...

[forcedhesitation]

Man.

there's just something about the love between a woman whose impending death is inevitable and a man who's an immortal undead...

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t like hanahaki disease for the same reason I don’t like soulmates. It removes the choice. All the love and feelings feel instantly dampened by the lack of choice. I mean I get that with hanahaki disease there is technically a choice, but “love me back or I’ll die” isn’t really a choice, and the other options aren’t much better either

“Either you love me back or I loose the ability to love/ loose all my feelings for you/ forget about you entirely”

“Love me back or I’ll live with this chronic illness forever”

These aren’t good alternatives, if still feels forced and one sided

[icharchivist]

wait someone posted this banter on my TL i'm going to have a stroke

why is Solas just casually throwing a bdsm joke at the Inquisitor i'm going to cry why is he like this

[freshmangojuice]

Kochanski could not accept a different version of Lister to the one she had known in her universe.

Lister, however, easily accepts the different versions of Rimmer he meets.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Astarion refers to the other spawn he intends to create as his children and I personally HC it more like his consort spawn eventually plays the role of brood mother to whoever the favored "children" are for eternity. like they recreate a fucked up family unit. romanced player and the children have to compete for scraps while he spoils whoever his romance partner is. and the cruelty of it is that Astarion's consort has all the gifts to be in the sun, but Astarion now wants an eternal night for all of the children he intends to make (and force to live in the shadows).

[no1ryomafan]

Me: Taking off my ship goggles, while the polycule jokes are funny the intention with the Getter Team was less romance and more so a strong friendship that turns into brotherhood. It’s still about how relationships are important, but less of the angle of love and more of having comrades will make facing conflicts easier, even if you may be ripped away from your friends-

Also me: There is absolutely zero platonic explanation without shipping goggles on to explain why the FUCK Ryoma said “oh so you want me to bite you?” in such a playful tone with a grin on his face to Hayato simply calling him a watchdog, that’s straight up flirting.

[itwoodbeprefect]

i finally did it! i rewatched starsky & hutch a body worth guarding! and i've decided it's still not a favorite, but it does have a lot of cute little moments to it, and "you wanna catch a criminal? GET the fascists!" is just a wonderful thing to hear any time anywhere. solid middle of the road episode for me, i think

[wellfell]

man of course akina is a red aes sedai she hates men and she probably accidentally falls for one and all other reds hate her more bc she probably did very dramatic things for that guy like . ' akina sedai did you really burn the berry bushes in the garden because he said he's allergic ? ' and she's sitting there very quiet and blank faced .

[chirpsythismorning]

🎨 🖼️ 🌈 🩹 🧍🏽💡 🔮⚡️☄️

Never My Love by The Association

previous ⏪ now playing ⏩ next back to playlist

[dragon-zena]

something about when a character asks another character to run away with them but they never go through with it bc they’d rather stay and face everything OR because they’re too deeply entrenched in what’s going on around them to leave cleanly

[onewomancitadel]

On the note of tragic romance I was discussing earlier, tragic romance has a time and a place! It's not something I seek out - it's painful and I have to be tricked into it - but I fully understand its employment and that there are lots of flavours to it.

Jonas/Martha hits the perfect balance of bittersweet. It's transcendental, literally. There's no other way to tell that story on the basis of the themes and tone Dark sets forward.

Really my imaginary opponent is that type of person who insists redemptive romances and happy endings are overdone. In my experience trying to search for it, it is simply untrue, and it is absolutely not true within popular culture. That is of course if you accept that happy endings to begin with constitute some sort of monolithic storytelling structure to be vanquished and by necessity stories must reflect reality 1:1 (because happiness doesn't real I guess; cynicism is not closer to reality lol) and not one of many ways you can answer your story and reward the audience... it's all about appropriateness. And the mythic elevation of a story. Sigh...

[estbela]

anyway i want to say that my sudden interest in Bulagria(and RoBul) is unwilling. I didnt like Bulgaria and i didnt wnat to like him 😭😭😭😭😭 I just started thinking about him a little bcs of Romania and before i knew it he just became one of my faves. I dont want him living rent free in my brain but here we are

[jeennieluv]

i have to do 5-6 weeks of work in 3 hours auh why didn't i do this earlier i hate week ago me

[liminalpsych]

1: I'm tried for love

“My crime is love, and love is no crime,” Lancelot said in ringing tones, fire in his gaze, a challenge in the lift of his chin. “I love my lady Gwenhwyfar, and…”

The surety of his voice faltered as he met Merlin’s warning stare. The words turned to ash in his mouth. He closed his eyes, refusing yet to look at his king.

“Love is no crime,” Sir Lucan said, “yet to act on that love, to lie with your king’s wife… it is betrayal of your oath.”

“Tell us true, or break another oath,” said Galahad, voice firm, though his body shook with anger—or dread. “Did you lie with the queen?”

Lancelot steeled himself. He looked to Merlin, who made no sign to guide his words. He drew in a deep breath. “I did.”

A clamoring arose from the knights around the great table. Galahad was white with shock and rage.

“This is treason,” said Agravain.

“Oathbreaker,” spat Kay.

There was a strangled, choking sound from Arthur’s chair, and Lancelot could no longer refrain from looking his way. The king’s stare was wild, desperate; Arthur shifted in his seat as if about to speak. To protest.

The magician’s words echoed in Lancelot’s memory: “Your love will ruin the realm.”

“It was treason,” he said then, voice resounding across the hall before Arthur could reveal the destructive truth. “I broke oath for love and temptation. I was not strong enough in spirit to resist like our noble brother Trystan.”

He locked eyes with his king, who sank back into his seat with horrified comprehension.

“Were I stronger,” said Lancelot, “I’d never have lain in that bed.”

I would have spared you this, oh my king. More the fool, I.

King Arthur's knights, they filled the Table Round

Save for one who stood before them

For once without a weapon, for once he stood in shame

The trial's charge was treason and betrayal of an oath,

And should his guilt be proven death would fall on traitors both;

The knights would counsel Arthur's hard decision.

And Lancelot, his head held high,

Said, "I'm tried for love of Guinevere,

My crime was love."

[snowballseal]

hihiiii I adoreee your writing, it’s so good! genuinely so fun to read. if it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly request some sylus fluff?

maybe something along the lines of MC craving lots of affection/being a bit clingy towards him and just wanting to be near him after a while of being apart?

absolutely no rush or obligations if this doesn’t exactly pique your interest!! have a lovely day ❤️

Soft

Sylus X Reader (LaDS)

Summary: Just a little fic of you and Sylus reuniting after a while apart. You doesn't want to be apart from him and he obliges.

Word Count: 818

Note: Hi anon! I know this isn't super long, but I hope you like it! I love describing how soft Sylus can be for MC, and it felt like a cute, simple piece. I can write something longer if you'd like, just let me know!

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“Sylus!”

The man lets out a low chuckle as you practically throw yourself at him. He catches you with practiced ease, arms wrapping securely around your waist as he spins you around. It’s like one of those cheesy romance flicks, other travelers rushing around you to greet their own waiting families, a bubbly yet tired kind of mirth warming the frigid, fall air.

It had been a month since you’d seen Sylus. A long, grueling, horrible month. While you love your job, you hate the extended training camps you have to attend every few years. Always in the middle of nowhere. Always with limited contact with the outside world. Limited contact with Sylus.

You don’t know how many nights you spent staring at the blank walls of your tiny dorm room, sleep nowhere to be found when all you could think about was how much you missed his touch, his warmth, him. It was like being terribly homesick, and all you wanted was to be back in his arms.

And now you are.

Even when your feet touch the ground again, you don’t want to let go. And neither does Sylus. His arms stay curled around your waist, face tucked against your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer, just breathing you in. You all but melt into his warmth, nuzzling against his chest with a happy, content noise.

“My, my, it seems my little kitten missed me,” he murmurs, low and teasing against your ear. You can practically hear the smirk curling his lips.

“Can you blame me?” You draw back a fraction to pout up at him. Those vermillion eyes glint down at you with a smug amusement, but you don’t mind fanning his ego a little right now. “We barely even got the chance to talk on the phone. It was awful and cold and exhausting. I don’t know why they wanted us training in the north, we were all just a bunch of sad popsicles.”

“Mm, sounds quite tragic,” Sylus hums, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. Your theatrics are endearing, and who is he to not play along? Hands tracing slowly up and down your waist, Sylus gives you a look of teasing sympathy, “Poor kitten. Perhaps I should take you home and find a way to warm you up, hm?”

Home. God, you love the sound of that. You’re home. With him. The thought fills your chest with a fluttering sort of excitement.

“Home sounds perfect,” you sigh, nuzzling back into him with an absolutely giddy smile. “Just, don’t let me go, mkay?”

The man softens and for a moment, he’s not Sylus the leader of Onychinus. He’s just Sylus. Your Sylus.

You make him different. You turn him into something soft, something tender, with your love. Like a balm soothing his sharp edges, his harsh nature. He never thought himself capable of such gentleness until he held you, until he felt the plushness of your body in his hands. Even though you are one of Linkon’s most capable hunters, something in him desires to treat you like porcelain, something otherwise vicious and bloody. Like a feral dog, licking your chin, body curved to be small and nonthreatening despite the sharpness of its fangs pressed against your skin.

And you never once flinched. Never once pulled away from his hands, even when his grip would edge on painful, even when his teeth would sink into your skin with a sinful need to possess something so soft, so sweet.

Though, he’ll play nice tonight, seeing as your body curls so tiredly into his, practically all your weight in his arms.

“Alright, sweetie,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I accept your conditions. You won’t have to worry about anything tonight, I’ll take good care of you.”

You hum your approval, though it sounds more like a purr. A smirk dancing across his lips, Sylus leans down and curls an arm under you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He grabs your bag with his other hand, and starts back towards his motorcycle.

You forget all about the cold that night. Even the soreness in your muscles seems to fade away as you lay curled against Sylus’ side on his couch, a large, fluffy blanket thrown over the both of you, some movie humming quietly in the background.

And Sylus keeps his word. Not once does he let you go. Even when you start to yawn, eyelids heavy with sleep, Sylus simply lays out across the couch and drags you over his body, until you can stretch out like a cat over his chest. He keeps an arm locked around your waist, making sure you won’t fall as you finally, finally give in to the sleep your body so desperately needs.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

And you hope you never have to go on another blasted training mission again.

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I'll be real, I think my personal headcannon is that Sylus is like a feral yet loyal dog. I use the comparison a lot, I feel. Like, he can be vicious and wild, but he'd bow for you, he'd get himself killed for you (if he could lol). He would have a loyalty so unwavering, and that's terrifying in a way. But also? Kinda sexy 👀