#when will i be nonchalant.........

[aworsening]

The More Loving One

i. Wikipedia / ii. Unknown / iii. Remember My Name - Mitski / iv. You Cooked for Me - Caitlin Conlon / v. A Loving Feeling - Mitski / vi. starparkdesigns / vii. A Burning Hill - Mitski

[prlssprfctn]

Cryptid!Alfred, who is actually immortal. Like, he cannot die for forever - he did once, during the war, and after that... for some reason, he kept coming back, completely without any additional magical help. He sometimes dies again, and then mysteriously comes back on the next morning, as if nothing happened. Bruce used to it at some point, so instead of asking questions (Alfred has no answers, anyway) he just pretends that it is normal. He gaslights kids to think the same. Like, what do you mean he died, Damian? No, he is alrightish. Look in the kitchen, he is making us breakfast. It probably was just a bad dream.

So, when Jason dies and gets back? Oh, Alfred knows his grandson has the same curse/blessing. Because it wasn't the Lazarus Pit that brought Jason back after all, but some strange, unexplainable force. Perhaps, both of them are just bound to end up as guardians, as warriors and protectors - that's why they keep coming back.

...Nevertheless, it doesn't make their family less... anxious about the whole thing. These two from the other side? Oh, they absolutely enjoy their immortal hang-out hours.

Jason: What was your funniest death?

Alfred: I am going to say... that one time, when I was teaching young master Bruce using a hunting rifle, and he accidentally shot me. I came back in fifteen minutes, and, of course, a poor thing was sobbing, but afterwards he was doing all chores for a month. Wonderful days.

Jason: Damn, poor Brucie... My funniest gotta be that one time, when Roy and I got drunk, and I legit jumped off the building because I thought I can fly. Roy had never got sober that quick.

(The first time Jason dies on the family's watch)

Dick, sobbing: Alfred... Alfred... He died! His neck was snapped! How can I live-

Alfred, casually leaning to snap Jason's neck again: Wake up, my boy.

Jason, dramatically gasping for air: Damn, who made me a massage, while I was sleeping?

Tim: What. The. Fuck.

[honey-bird10]

MAN I WAS ALREADY NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME MAKING THIS BUT THEN I NEEDED TO CHANGE SOMETHING AND THIS PROMPT CAME UP WHEN I TRIED TO SAVE IT YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK I'll JUST DIE

HERE IT IS WITHOUT THE PROMPT IF ANYONE CARES

[fartistt]

cute, cute, cute!

skully x gn!reader

@lolitsleia's post made me start shaking like a rabid dog honestly - 💌

It was almost too easy—that was the only thought in your head when you stared at Skully's face. You arrived at a point where you started wondering if you were that charming or if Skully was just easily embarrassed, although you think that both could be true at the same time. Still, with the way he flamboyantly kissed your hand during your first meeting, you certainly didn't expect him to be so rattled by a compliment of all things.

“Why… Why thank you!” He barely kept himself together when he gave that response. You swear that he was more composed than this but considering the possibility of him acting strange because the compliment came from you of all people made you slightly embarrassed as well. Skully placed a finger over the tip of his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“You don't sound too well. Are you alright?” Perhaps it was mean of you to dwell on the situation but it was his fault for showing an adorable response to mere words.

“Of course! Don't worry, I’m simply…” he trailed off. He pinned his gaze somewhere else, trying to avoid yours. “—just not used to it.”

You didn't expect him to answer honestly. That caught you off guard. He gave you a bigger reason to continue the conversation. He was practically serving himself on a silver platter.

“People don't tell you you're cute?”

He turned red again. The vibrant colour stood out on his deathly pale complexion. It was a good colour, you think.

“Not at all.” You could tell he was struggling.

“That's unfortunate.” You tilted your head slightly and crossed your arms. “You're really cute after all. I can't believe people don't tell you that.”

Cute, cute, cute—that’s all you thought of when you looked at his face again. You let out a childish giggle when he tripped over his words, you could tell that he didn't know how to reply. You wished that he was reacting this strongly because of some sort of hidden feeling that remained a secret. You wished that if it was anyone else who told him that, he'd react normally with his usual tone and a gentlemanly smile.

The answer to those wishes remains a mystery. But you're fine with that, for now. You can make do with his flamboyant reaction on display in front of you. Hands cupping his cheeks in embarrassment and lips that were slightly agape, not knowing how to reply.

Yeah, the sight was fine for now. Everything else can come later.

[wyvernity]

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

[sttarzoid]

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory"

[prettyupsetnerd]

[thecultstuff]

Hen telling Eddie and Buck to “hug it out” was her way of telling them to fuck already

[the-architect-of-ferrari]

Does Charles saying he would want carlos to cook “good” burgers for his ideal Christmas and only trusts his cooking out of all the drivers mean that their burger date finally happened?? They’ve been talking about Charles going to try Carlos’s burgers for years, did it finally happen and they gatekept it from us??

[fiendishartist2]

//And I can't recall that special way, she told me each and every day, her name. I can't recall the fact that I always said I loved her back, the same way, every time the same//

[nwluxx]

Inspired by the looks they gave each other in their first shippuden reunion 🫠

...plus tucked bangs because I wanted to show Sasuke's face😗

[lilyinthevalley-art]

I woke up with a thought in my head and it needed to be transferred to paper XD

[lyxchen]

She was only in 3 episodes but Ji-yeong really made such an impact for me. She is such an interesting and tragic character. Like we meet her and she is so casual and unbothered by the games where every round she could literally die. And she makes fun of the religios man and tells him that he can pray as much as he wants but he still did what he did and then we learn about her father and then it makes sense. And she asks about Sae-byeok and her family and she suggests telling each other their story because one of them is gonna die anyways but she keeps forgetting about that fact. And then she tells her story and we find out she got abused and was in prison for killing her father but can we really blame her? And she just got out of prison and I feel like she needed this. Telling somebody her story, what happened to her. She suggests they tell each other the things they could never tell anybody else and asks specific questions on purpose, like if Sae-byeok has ever seen a dead body because she knows in return she is going to be asked that same question and she listens and then she tells her own story. And then she loses on purpose for Sae-byeok. And at first she's like "come on let me have my cool moment here" but it's not cool because she's about to die and then in the end she finally shows her emotions and gets sad and says she has nothing to live for, no goals for what she's gonna do if she wins. Sae-byeok was probably the first person she got closer to in a long time and so she dies so that Sae-byeok can go on and I just think for such a small role that was only present in one third of one season making such a big impact is incredible writing and incredible acting too

[ficandkaboodle]

For the record, none of the Papas support NNN in theory because what’s the sense in depriving yourself of pleasure?

That being said, I think they’d have a bit of fun with it in their own way if you were to ever bring it up . . .

Secondo, for example, is quite fond of edging. He wants to see how far and how long the both of you could work on the other before they absolutely, positively need to cum. You take turns — sometimes a night is dedicated to him, others to you. Sometimes the night is shared, taking turns as you build up wetness, he grows dizzy with all his blood being rerouted to his dick as it screams for your mercy…

Terzo is similar but he more so likes to make it a bit more like a game. A prolonged one. Says it builds up tension and makes The Big Release all the better. The focus is less about holding back to prove strength and more about holding back to build up the potency. It starts with “innocent” seduction in the form of peculiarly long, deep kisses goodbye as you both head off to your separate duties. Followed by extremely suggestive texts. Then blatant ones. If he’s permitted to sit with you during Black Mass, his hand is resting on your thigh, giving it gentle squeezes every so often…And so on until one of you snaps and y’all either lock yourselves in his room for three days or fuck in a broom closet as the appetizer.

And Copia? Cock ring. Cock cage if his clothing that day is less form-fitting. Which means his Cardinal and Papal robe days tended to see a bit more, ahem, cagey behavior. You quite like the key, wearing it like a necklace tucked under your shirt. You love your willing captive’s reactions even more when you know he sees you bending over to grab something you carelessly dropped. He’s always been such an ass man at the end of the day…

Idk that’s just my thought tho :/

[assmaster-8000]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒐 ✧

✧ Regret

✧ Rememberance

✧ Reunion

✧

All men are equal in death. To Clotho, such is their reigning tenet.

And to Clotho, a man like them sheds no tear for the departed. A necromancer need not fear death, for it is a cycle devouring upon itself, and they are the ringmaster of this primal instinct. As in— need, should, must. One must not fear, one must not ache or pine or rage. A snake is still a snake. Death is still a wild animal. Show your soft palm within the ribcage of your fist, and it will not yield to you. Clotho, for all their cool expertise, knows this through trial and error.

All men are equal in death. So this mantra becomes their epitaph for every sentiment buried under the grave of their tongue.

It's a corpse beneath the floorboards; this memory. The tremble in their fingers - the shortness of breath. Their prized coherence pooling out their ears like brains on a sidewalk. Black is all they've known the world to be, but this time it is blue. Saliva spilling past the shore of her lips. Piercing red lightning streaking through the sky of her eyes. She does not respond when they shake her. By God— what have you done?

All men are equal. Their mother was no man, no monster. Mother, simple and sweet, was cruel enough to damn her. As they were.

Their tears come soft on the linen of her robes. She is softer still. The used crowd of spellbooks and artifacts and alchemical instruments behind them laugh hollow at the display. Wire is taut, so is cloth. Neither will hold them now, after destroying the muscle that stretched to cradle their wretched self. So they bind her in her day shroud. And they bury her in the belly of the primordial Mother.

On her grave, they plant a singular Asphodel. Their one specimen.

And when they shakily kneel back to look down at the mount of soil, for a moment - just a moment, their nails slip back beneath the dirt. Back to where home was.

A moment was all it took. Soon as it comes, they rip it out her shabby resting grounds and lay it on their crown. That brain-shaped gilded mausoleum of theirs. So it has remained all this while - so has she, with that memory just as equal as a dead man.

But you know they never stay where they're supposed to for long.

In the land of the dead, asphodels are for the gray in between. They are the sustenance of the dead. They are my regrets, following you to the grave. O, Mother. You raised a walking corpse. As long as I hold you in my heart, the grave goes where I go; and dead men tell no tales, so... I love you. Isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?