#words beles

[thisismyobsessionnow]

In the film "White Dreams," nine-year-old Ana discovers the mysterious beauty of Idrija lace through the stories of her grandmother. The grandmother captivates her with tales of a girl who defeated the mine monster and of three sisters who uncovered the power of magical bobbins.

Through these stories, Ana begins to realize that lace is not just a weave of threads, but also a weave of stories and memories that connect generations. She immerses herself in her family heritage and uncovers how tradition holds the power of love and creativity.

[monster-noises]

I love second hand book shops, I got to them frequently and always leave with Something and have a good time just peakin around

But i gotta say

It's one of the Worst spots for me in terms of imposter syndrome

I feel like everyone's uneasey with my presence as though i'm a stranger who just stumbled into their inner sanctum and they're.. they're gunna let me stay but they're gunna be weirded out the whole time and breath a sigh of relief when the Strange Unwelcome Freak Leaves

It also happens at record shops and sometimes at small antique shops or cons+festivals

Just this immediate foreboding of being Angrily Tolerated in a Space I Don't Belong

[heich0e]

https://www.tumblr.com/heich0e/780028871321993216/im-still-thinking-about-regency-ness

I know this is YOUR AU but in MY brain once Kaiser has you fully broken in he’ll sometimes let Ness watch your coupling to keep you both in your place.

It humiliates you and serves as a good reminder that you’re his and he’ll alwasy be able to do whatever he wants with you/will always be able to exert his will over you. And it reminds Ness who you beling to if Kaiser ever starts to feel like his eye may be straying.

i think in the regency!au kaiser taunts ness but never gives him the satisfaction of actually seeing him fuck you. the way you look, and sound, and react to the slightest little touch are all secrets that belong to him. there's no one else on earth he'd share that—share you—with.

but he'll certainly dangle it in front of ness. will contrive situations where ness walks into the room after michael's just kissed you breathless, or where your skirts have only just fallen back into place while michael's chin is still glistening wet. he'll peel away the thin strap of your silky chemise until it slips down your arms, baring the view of your back to the window he knows ness is peering though from below, just before he pulls you away towards the bed out of sight.

the single exception, the only time he allows ness any true gratification, is one night when you've all had too much to drink over dinner. michael is uncharacteristically jovial that evening, drunk on satisfaction with how perfectly his life has taken shape as much as he is the red wine that flowed so freely.

just before ness retires for the evening, michael tells you to give him a kiss goodbye.

you and ness are both astonished (him with elation, yourself with dread) by the command. because that's what it is: an order, not a request. you watch your husband's face while you approach his friend—though you're not sure that's the right word for their relationship anymore, now that you know them both better.

you hesitate, your lips a hairsbreadth from ness's flushing cheek, your eyes darting to michael once more. part of you still thinks he'll pull the rug out from underneath you. part of you still hopes this is a joke. his gaze is burning when you meet it—alight with a twisted sort of glee—and he lifts a tattooed hand to his own face, tapping his lips with his fingertip demonstrably. you swallow hard and then turn ness's face with a trembling hand on his chin.

"goodnight, alexis," you whisper, just before you press a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.

ness moans.

[somuchforahobby]

you'd make me fall from heaven

Summary: What if Loki is a fallen angel and reader is still one? Heavily inspired in the ineffable husbands of course Tags: Fluff,banter, mutual pining and THE enemies to lovers Warnings: Saint Peter will ask about this when my time comes - this is pure blasphemy I am sorry Word count: 4.7 K Left GIF belongs to: @tomhiddleston-loki Right GIF belings to: @stevenrogered Read on AO3

You watched as the couple left the garden, both ashamed of what they had done.

“I won this time.” A sultry voice spoke from behind.

You turned to it in a defensive position, your holy sword in one hand and a shield on the other, making a full display of your wings and halo.

“Well, hello.” A tall man, with dark hair and mesmerizing eyes greeted you. “I don’t think we have been introduced.” His sight roamed through your tunic covered body.

“Nor shall we. I order you to leave immediately.” Your voice did not falter but one of his eyebrows rose in defiance.

“Or what?” A smirk also played on his face.

“Wait and find out.” You defied him as well.

A lustful demeanor took him over, “Oh, I’d really like that, angel.” He took a step closer and you raised your sword, “the name’s Loki.”

Before he took another step you spoke, “The smartest thing you can do is leave before an Archangel sees you and ends you.” 

He stared in silence, “Are you sparing me? Because if you are, I will be at your dearest service.” 

“Just leave, disgusting demon.” 

And with a wink he dissapeared in the air.

***

“ What have you done? ” The heavenly voice asked Cain, as you watched from afar.

Abel lay dead on the ground, his blood spilling the earth; staring at the crimson liquid you felt an obnoxious presence near you.

“That is probably the lowest you’ve gone, fallen .” You added a nickname for him.

Loki creeped behind you until he reached your side. “Is that a challenge, I hear?” 

You turned to find him smiling, actually smiling, enraging you. “I should have ended you in the garden of Eden.” You muttered. “I will kill you.” With a flick of your wrist you leaned your sword on his throat. The mere touching causing visible damage on his skin.

“Threatening to commit murder is actually a form of flattery, angel.” His eyes shone, “I will die happily if it means I got you to sin.”

Your sword came back to your hip in an instant as a gasp left your mouth. With tears in your eyes you stared at him; his blue eyes staring back at you nonchalantly, curly black hair falling on his shoulders and a devilish grin on.

You turned away from him muttering “just get away from me, please.”

***

You could not believe your eyes as you stared into Gomorrah, bodies clinged to each other, doing things you had never seen before. You were sent to stop it, to warn them of the fury of the Lord, but something in your belly did not allow you to stop staring.

“‘tis a dangerous place for a woman to set foot in.” 

You finally looked away and turned to find Loki leaning against a wall. His hair was in a ponytail, small curls bouncing free behind his ears.

“I am not a woman.” You muttered.

He gasped “You’re not?! Then what’s under that?” He signaled at your tunic.

“I am an angel of the lord and as such I am not categorized into the social ideologies of the bodies.” You calmly explained before turning back to the people sinning in front of you.

“Does he agree with that? Your boss?” He bumped you with his shoulder, throwing you off tracks. Exasperated, you turned back to him.

“First of all, he created me so I don’t think he does not agree with whatever form I use. And second, he is not my boss, he is my Father.” You took a step back, “Do not bump me, demon.”

“Oh, angel, he really is not your father.” He nodded towards the people, “he is their father.”

You swallowed as you stared, again. A fuzzy, new feeling coiled in your tummy. “This is your doing?”

“Some, yeah. Not the murdering but definitely the orgies.” He said proudly.

“That’s what you call…” your hand moved ahead of you trying and failing to pinpoint, “ that ?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What…” you cleared your throat, “are they doing ?” Blushing, you turned to him again.

His eyes turned red as his smile extended all the way to make wrinkles, “You actually don’t know.” His head leaned back in a big laugh, “oh, you sweet, naive feathered-thing.” His sharp teeth bit his lower lip.

Your eyes rolled as you backed away from him.

“Oh, come on, don’t leave, I can’t let you go up there with that doubt.” 

“I will ask Michael.” You kept walking.

“In the best case he will tell you they are sinning, the worst he will send you down to me.” He cut off your way, standing in front of you. “I will explain what it is and why they do it.”

“Do it quickly.”

The ghost of a smile creeped his face. He seemed to think about it for a second, then he asked, “do you know how babies are born?” 

It was your turn to laugh, “of course!” 

He raised both eyebrows, expectantly. 

“Families pray to God for a baby, so He makes it and sends it to them through the mother’s belly.”

Loki took a hand to his mouth to avoid a burst of laughing. “I guess that is a way to see it.” He swallowed and turned his body towards the multitude again. “But there is something that needs to happen within their bodies for a baby to get into the mother’s belly.” His arm surrounded your shoulders as he angled your body to face them as well. “See that?” Loki’s finger pointed to a naked man standing.

“Yeah, what of it?” 

“He has something between his legs that is different from what a woman has, isn’t it?” Loki’s eyes fell on you, his head was much closer than ever before, his brow almost leaning in yours. You nodded softly. “From there, sometimes, comes out a pasty liquid that goes into the woman’s belly and starts to, anatomically, form the baby.” 

“Oooh.” Your head nodded in full understandment, “that is why she is putting it in her mouth!” You pointed to a woman kneeling in front of a man.

This time he could not stop himself from bursting out laughing. He even took a few steps back and faced the wall to calm down while you tried not to think of the coldness on your shoulders now that his arm was gone.

“That is not.” He tried but a laugh interrupted him. After a few more deep breaths, he turned back again. “That has entirely another purpose, and we will get there, but first, see those two?” He pointed to a couple, the man was lying on top of her, pushing his body on hers. You nodded to Loki. “That is how he puts the pasty liquid inside of her belly.”

“So all these people, are they just gathering to make babies together?” Your eyes returned to Loki, who stared at you with wonder.

“Not necessarily. Now we will talk about pleasure.” His voice darkened as he leaned to you, placing his arm on your shoulders once again, but now he turned you away from the crowd, towards him.

“What is that?” 

His eyes scrutinized you, as he was deep in thought. “What do you enjoy?”

“Uh?”

“Anything. Food, music, nature, talking to Michael .” He rolled his eyes at the last one, making you giggle.

“I like music. I come to earth sometimes just to hear it.” A blushed crept in your face as you confessed.

“You sinner.” He said with sarcasm. “Alright, what you feel when you hear music” a clasp of his fingers and a quartet of musicians appeared in the corner, filling the venue with a strong melody, your eyes closed and a breath left your mouth. “That’s what they feel when they do what they do.” He whispered in your ear, flustering you even more.

Instinctively, you took a step back as you opened your eyes. Loki, in front of you, had a devil smirk on his face.

“Well.” You swallowed, “God does not like them pleasuring themselves like that.” Your words felt stiff as you spilled them.

“Well, God does not like many things, does he?” 

You ignored his comment, “Thank you for explaining your demonic doing to me.” You turned on your heel and started to walk away.

“Let me know next time you get curious.” 

You did not dare to look back and yell at him, mostly because he would then have noticed the color of your cheeks.

***

The Egyptian heat was starting to get to you, so much for angels not having bodily experiences. Your mouth was dry and you craved something to ease your hunger. Staring at the enslaved people working under the sun while you smoothly and quietly worked on Moises faith, was starting to weaken you. You knew it was wrong, you were not supposed to feel anything, but to see this injustice and not be able to stop it made you miserable; the sun along with all the evil surrounding you made your strength wobble.

You could feel Loki was always around, of course he had to, needing to maintain the minds of the slavers rotten.

For a reason you could not comprehend, you followed his aura until you found him, staring at sin with a smile.

“Hey, angel.” He smirked.

“Hey.” You barely whispered out of exhaustion.

“Are you alright?” He turned his entire body in your direction, his shoulders shrugged and his brows furrowed.

“I am just” you sighed, “tired”.

Everything started to fade around your eyes and before you knew it, you collapsed.

You woke up in a dark yet cold space, lying on a comfortable bed, a wet towel on your forehead and air caressing your face. After a few blinks, you identified Loki sitting in front of you, reading.

“And she lives.” He said sarcastically with his gaze still fixated on his book. “You know, you really should talk to your boss about an 8 hour shift.”

“It is not that.” He finally directed his eyes to you, a warm ocean blue staring into yours. “There was just… too much evil around.” 

“And yet you went to me” he scoffed.

“I had a feeling that you wouldn’t let me die.”

“Well you shouldn’t have!” He stood, enraged.

“Am I not alive?” 

“I could have done anything with you!” He raised his voice even more, “I could have murdered you! I could have dismembered you, or even worse, take you to hell and let everyone have a feast! And then take you back to heaven’s gates for your big boss to see who you ran into.” He sneered as he paced around the room. All you did was chuckle.

“But you did not.”

“I am a demon, dear. Angels do not go to demons when in need.” His voice was vicious, the warm blue in his eyes turned to ice.

“I did not go to a demon, I went to you.”

He stopped his rant to breathe out and look at you. “Well it was dumb.” 

You smiled, “but you saved me.”

His eyes closed with a faint smile on his lips, “like I said, it was dumb.”

“I should eat something” you ignored him looking around the room for food.

“There” A red apple dropped on your lap.

You turned to see Loki with a mocking smile and a scowl, “really?” 

“It's just an apple!” His eyes rolled, “just eat it and get the hell out of my bed.”

***

“Yes, lamb blood on the lintel.” You finished explaining to the family and walked off, looking for the next ones when a man reached your step.

“A bit too far this one, eh?” Loki whispered near your shoulder.

“It is not in me to question my Lord’s order and neither should you.” Your voice was filled with pride and duty.

“He never liked the first borns, anyway.” He mocked.

You turned to see him again, both eyebrows raised. “Of course hell would find a way to make this about themselves. God does not revolve around you, you know?” You asked with a smirk.

He scoffed, “of course.” 

He kept your pace and waited outside as you delivered the Holy message to all the households in Egypt. After the sunset you finally sat down on a boulder and he stood stoically in front of you.

“My feet are killing me.” You raised and stared at both your feet, red and trapped in sandals, dirty from all the walk of the day. With a clasp of fingers they were clean and you dipped your chin in gratitude towards Loki.

He kneeled in front of you and removed your sandals from your feet, rubbing circles on your soles with his thumbs.

“What are you doing?” Your voice revealed nothing as you stared hollowly at him.

“Trying to ease the pain.” He did not falter, his hands kept working on your skin.

“I mean here today, with me.” 

He stopped to look at you, dropping your feet to his lap. “Well, the Egyptians could take you hostage, imprison you or worse, marry you to some random.”

“Did you know Egypt is one of the places where a woman is the safest? I can buy land, I am free, I can divorce, even.” You explained with a cocky smile.

“I thought you weren’t a woman.” He reciprocated.

“I thought you were dangerous.” You bit your lower lip to stop smiling. “Are you trying to protect me?”

“No!” He scowled, “just keeping you company.”

You hugged your knees on your chest, “Thank you, then.” Another smile escaped your mouth.

He only growled in response as he stood up from the ground, patting his pants roughly to take off the dirt.

“Why did you fall?”

Your whispered question stopped his movements altogether, his eyes rose to yours but not with anger, but with pain.

He took a step forward, not breaking eye contact, and for a while his eyes told you he was having an internal battle.

“Because I was not as worthy as my brother.” Loki finally muttered before walking away.

***

“You can still stop this, take him to justice.” You whispered in the human’s right ear.

“Just stab him.” Loki bittered on his left.

“This is not the way.” You tried to convince him.

“It is the only way.” But the demon next to you kept tempting him.

Brutus finally stabbed Caesar, putting an end to his dictatorship.

You walked out of the Theater of Pompey, defeated, with Loki following nearby.

“Cheer up, darling. Brighter days will come.” He mused.

“I doubt it. Poor Cleopatra, may God help her grief.” You prayed, head down.

“She is not one of yours, you know.” 

You raised your face to find him standing in front of you. “ Everyone is one of ours.” 

You sat down on the steps of the Theater.

“Can you imagine the amount of filth that is on that floor?” 

“I didn’t take you for a clean one.”

“Are you kidding? That’s why I’m up here all the time.”

You giggled, “look at the bright side, fire kills bacteria.”

He scowled, “Very funny. I didn’t know you were capable of joking.” His head tilted softly to the side.

You rested your palms on the floor, leaning backwards a little to lift your face to him.

“Humans are starting to grow on me.” 

Loki smiled. “Don’t get too attached, dear, I will still take them from you.”

“You should take me-” his eyebrows rose and his smile grew, “TO DINNER.” You yelled, offended. “I’m hungry, okay? Trying to stop a murder is exhausting.” You rose to your feet, two steps above where he was standing, finally being the same height gave you the full view of his lusting eyes.

“I’d take you anywhere, angel, to dinner, for a drink, hell.” He smirked as he extended his arm for you to lean on.

“You don’t even go to hell.” You accepted his offer, placing your hand on him.

“I can still give you a guided tour.” 

You both laughed as you walked off.

***

“ ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants’ . And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.” Jesus spoke with great calmness to his disciples, and you listened from afar with a smile.

“Do you think he means it?” Loki asked on your left. You scoffed.

“Of course, He does not lie.” You pointed at Jesus with your chin, leaning a little closer to Loki. “You just need to repent.” You said softly, looking at him.

His chin was held high, proudly; looking down on everyone around. He growled in response before stepping away from you and disappearing.

***

“You did this, didn’t you?” You asked Loki with tears in your eyes.

He stood beside you, his hair a bit longer than before, wearing a green tunic that made his eyes pop and his skin even paler.

“Oh, no angel, that was not me.” His hand cradled your cheek to wipe away a tear.

“Then who else could have done this?!” Your tears kept falling as you watched the man you had been sent to take care of, be tortured and killed.

“I’m afraid it was your boss, darling.” 

You turned to see Loki, enraged, “No, He sent his son to teach humans the holy word, he did not sent his son to-“

“Die for their sins? That was the whole plan.” 

“I don’t understand.” You covered your eyes with your hands.

“Don’t worry your divine little head with that, you don’t have to understand, you just have to obey.” Although there was hatred in his words, he sounded sincere and kind, somehow. “What happened to him, anyway?” Loki asked, as you both stared at the man being nailed to a wooden cross.

“Mm?” Your eyebrows rose as you turned to face the demon next to you.

“The big guy. Ages ago he would’ve torn this place to ashes for much less.” 

You smirked, “yeah, or under water.”

Loki laughed, “or filled it with, what were those awful bugs?”

“Locusts!” You yelled with a smile and his smirk softened. “Yeah… I guess parenthood made him softer.” Your arms crossed on your chest.

“Wanna grab a drink? You don’t have to see this, y’know?” You looked once again and saw how the cross was slowly lifted. Your eyes closed instantly.

“Yes, but-“ you bit your lower lip anxiously, “I don’t have any money.” Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk and before he spoke you continued, “And I can not just make it appear, it’s… against the rules.” 

“Of course, modesty and all.” He laughed, “Don’t worry, angel. It 's on me. Now and every other time you allow me.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to guide you through the crowd.

***

You looked at Loki from afar, a bunch of people were sitting around him while he showed them a book and explained what was inside.

He raised his eyes to you eventually, with a smile you dipped your chin in a gesture of challenge. After an hour, he finished his lesson by giving all the people a book and then walked to you.

“What brings you to America, angel?” 

“Evangelization, of course.” You smiled at him. “You?”

“Same thing, I’m afraid.”

“Is that why you gave them books? Are they your disciples?” 

“Sort of.” 

“But you were teaching them how to read, you dirty liar!” You accused him with a smile.

“Well, technically, it is a sin for them to know how to read.”

You busted out laughing, “no it’s not!” 

“Your people say it is!”

“Well they are obviously wrong! I wonder whose work it is that got them thinking some humans are better than others!” 

He smirked, “Point taken. But you are still losing, angel.” 

You took a step closer to him with a seductive smirk, “How is having a demon doing good deeds losing?” 

“So you know this is wrong? How has your boss not sent them a message that this is wrong?” 

“He does not communicate with them like before, you know that. His message was loud and clear with Christ and He has given them free will, the shall be judged in the afterlife.” The air of holy and perfection came back to you, making Loki roll his eyes. “You, on the other hand, seem to have understood Christ’s message perfectly.” The corners of your lips tilted upwards.

“I am going against your own rules.” Loki gritted.

You scoffed, “Whatever floats your boat, love.” And with the same seductive smirk, you walked away.

“You calling me love certainly does.” 

You did not turn back.

***

“What is that?” You pointed at the shiny chain around Loki’s neck.

“Oh, this? Is called jewelry.” 

“Is it ornamental?” You took a step forward to inspect it closely. 

“Yes and no. It is very expensive.” He pulled it from your fingers to put it back into place. “You see humans found out that the big guy left some shiny rocks down here and they are making these out of those.” He extended his hands to show some other metals around his fingers. “Only kings and queens use them.” He gave you one to inspect.

You fiddled it while you laughed, “but you are no king, you’re the lowest being in the universe!” 

“I may have fallen, but I kept my title.” He snatched back and put it on again. “I am still a Prince. And I brought you one.” He searched in his pocket and extended a golden chain with a dangling charm.

“What is this?” You looked at it, there were two lines, one horizontal and one vertical, against each other. The horizontal was slightly shorter than the vertical.

“It is what your followers use to identify each other nowadays.” 

Your brows furrowed as you tried to understand, “but what does it mean?” You look back at Loki.

“It symbolizes the cross where Jesus died.” He calmly explained.

“IT WHAT?” You tossed it away but Loki catched it gracefully. “That is AWFUL. Why would they choose the Lord’s most traumatic event as a way to identify their religious beliefs?” You gasped in horror. “This is your doing, Loki.” You pointed a finger at him.

The corners of his mouth quirked up, “I’m afraid I can not take credit for that.” He extended his hand with the chain to you again. “Use it, let them see you as one of them. Maybe they will even start following the rules more closely led by your example.” His eyebrows perked up in a quiet petition. You only nodded.

He walked to your back, you lifted your hair as he clasped the thin, golden chain around your neck.

“It is quite pretty, though. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it, angel.” He whispered in your ear.

***

“What are you wearing?” Loki scowled.

He stood in front of you with a full black outfit, as usual.

“My-my tunic.” You looked down on you, blushing. “Why?”

“You will draw attention.” He clasped his fingers and your white tunic turned into a red velvet dress, the bodice was tight lining your waist and breasts, with golden embroidered details, while the skirt’s details were in a darker shade of red. 

“What are you doing?!” You gasped at the change. “What is this?!” Your open hands signaling down your body.

“It is my treat to you.” A devilish grin adorned his face, “although I can’t say it’s not for me too.” His eyes wandered your body.

“Oh and this color!” You finally touched the fabric, changing its color to a light blue and white details and a much more loose bodice. “Much better.”

Loki pursed his lips in disapproval. “Be careful, let’s hope the King does not see you and desires you to marry.” He offered his arm to you, gracefully you placed your hand on the inside of his elbow and let him guide you through the street.

You chuckled “Henry the Eight is married already, perhaps since it is an alliance blessed by God you did not notice.” You added smugly.

With a smile on his face, Loki raised your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “Soon enough you will know what I mean, dear.”

You both walked through the London streets looking for a decent looking tavern to share a drink.

“So what have you been up to lately?” You asked, lifting a golden goblet to your lips.

“The usual, you know, tempting.” A charming smile adorned his face. “You?” 

“The opposite, of course.” You smiled as well, “your 

brother asked me about you the other day.”

Loki nearly spat his drink, still coughing, he asked, “pardon me?” 

You tilted your head to the side with a smug smile.

“And what does my dear brother say?” 

“He is very surprised I haven’t seen you all these years on Earth.” You said with a smirk and he quickly matched.

“Well I was always the smart one.”

You tried your best not to laugh but you could not hold it, and just as you gained your breath again, a big sweaty hand fell on your shoulder.

“Haven’t seen this whore before.” A fat man grabbed you towards him, but before you could react, Loki had unsheathed his sword and stabbed him dead.

You gasped in horror while Loki pulled you to him and transported you elsewhere. In just a second you were in Spain.

“What did you just do?!”  You asked, horrified. 

“I saved you.” He answered calmed.

“You killed him.”

“He disrespected you and was going to hurt you.” He stood proudly in front of you.

“You murdered him.” You took a step towards him, although he was much taller, you defied him with your stare although your breath was hitching, still in complete shock.

“Yes, for you!” He snapped, shouting at you, “And God knows I’d do it again!” He lowered his face to yours and in his eyes was long gone the saphire blue, replaced by a hellfire red.

“Then I shall not allow the opportunity.” You straightened yourself to walk away but he stopped you with a hand on your waist.

“Angel.” His hoarse voice was not demanding this time, but begging .

“Fallen.” 

You look into his red eyes until they return to blue, actually feeling the rage leave his body. You tried to focus on your breathing instead of how you felt with his digits still on your body.

“Farewell, Loki.” You sighed.

“See you around, angel.”

***

You were sitting on a bench in front of a church looking at the just married couple. They looked happy and inlove, everything around was filled with flowers. You looked with joy and a pinch of jealousy. That’s when he appeared next to you.

“Did you summon me?” He asked, sitting next to you.

“No!” You scowled, “I would never-“ a gasp left your mouth.

“Oh, you sinner.” He sneered. “What is it that made you sin?” His eyes wandered around, struggling to find it and you did not try to help him. “Them?” He pointed at the people gathering outside of the church.

“I am not jealous in a sense that I don’t want them to have it.” You quickly explained, straightening yourself. “I just wish I could too.” 

“Oh, darling!” Loki laughed, “you are better than that, you are an angel! They wish to be like you.”

“But I just want that!” You cried out.

“A wedding?” 

“No! A family.” Your head lowered in shame, “a partner to share my life with.” 

You felt Loki leaned closer to you. “Why don’t you ask Micha-“ His mock was interrupted by your lips, since you grabbed his hair and clasped your mouth to his.

He was hesitant at first, but he quickly adjusted to your pace and kissed you back fiercely. One of his hands cradled your cheek while the other sat on your waist, pulling you to him.

“Took you long enough” he whispered in your mouth.

[bellaofthevalley]

Stellaron Hunters: Singing Dove

Content warning: yandere themes, polyamorous relationship, reader is gender-neutral.

It starts with a chase. 

It always starts with a chase. 

You run through the cold, deep snow. Dried leaves and twigs hiding under the snowy blanket crunch beneath your boots, and the little cracking noises they cause makes you want to cry painful, heaving sobs that shake through your frame. 

The moon hangs high in the sky, your singular source of light. You are so deep within this frozen wasteland, not even Belebog's lights show on the horizon. 

A perfect place for them to hunt you. But hunt truly is too kind of a word; a prey has at least a singular, sliver chance of survival. You are merely a toy between their clutches, ever so often placed in a new playground for their amusement, but at the end- 

You will be back with them. It is, after all, part of the script. Always, always, always- 

You stumble and fall on your hands and knees with a painful gasp, foot catching within viney branches that dig into your boots and pants. You'd been running so much, for so long, you hadn't even realised just how out of breath your poor lungs were. 

In, and out. In, and out. In, and out.

You take in one, last big breath before finally looking back to get your foot out of the vines and hopefully, with the mercy of Qlipoth the Preservation and any Aeon that will listen, escape from this hellhole- 

Only to meet two red piercing eyes staring at you from such darkness, not even the moon could disperse it. Peering, watching, waiting. 

"No!" The frightened scream tears itself out of your throat, and your lack of breath and aching foot are forgotten entirely. In the distance, among the flying crows and skittering spiders, you heard the tinkling laugh of a woman.

Everything is dangerous. Everything is dangerous. Everything is dangerous-

He tells you everything is dangerous as he sharpens a sword, cracks going through its cold blade like broken glass. His voice is low, but his eyes are staring straight at you. Gazing, scrutinizing, waiting. 

How many days, weeks, and months have you spent with them now? With him? You know his past by now, something he'd confided in you in the lonely, dead hours of the night, where you craved interaction even from someone like him. When he would crave interaction from you, would seek you out and hoard your time with the excuse that Kafka demanded he needed you to heal him and soothe his mara-struck mind with your singing, nimble fingers unwillingly going through his hair. 

Everything is dangerous, Bǎo bèi. You will stay here with us.

She tells you everything is dangerous without telling you. You are on her lap, so shamefully naked and exposed yet she lounges against the tub as if the world is her oyster to pick, hands on your waist and nails slightly dragging against your skin until there are raised goosebumps trailing up your body. 

It might as well be her world to rule. 

You will not leave, my darling. She says with the softest laugh, burying her pretty face in your tender throat and kissing your skin. Her perfume still clings to her skin, leaving your mind hazy and muddled- all thoughts of your burning homeland they took you from washing away until all you can think of is her, her, her. She's a devil and a devil hunter; she is a spider that has spun into a web you can see neither the start nor end of, demands your songs as if you, your songs and voice all belong to her. 

Everything is dangerous, my lovely. You will not leave, not now nor ever.

You run and run, boots so torn every twig and rock digs into your delicate skin. You are crying, too, stumbling against trees and branches. The noise that comes out of your throat is half-sob, half-prayer. Mercy, oh Aeon, grant me mercy. 

You speed past the forest. It does not matter where you are, only that you leave. There are so many snapping noises, but all of it is from your running so you- you are sure you are safe- 

No more trees, and the lights from Belebog now shine like the very stars of hope. So close now, and freedom tastes so unbelievably sweet on your tongue. You reach a hand out- 

And fall down again, staring up at the star-less sky with wide eyes and a frantic heart. 

No twig or branch made you fall. 

Spider webs did. 

The moon is so beautiful.

"The moon is so beautiful, isn't it, my darling?" 

Kafka looks down on you, kneeling down by your side. Her pretty eyes gleam in the encroaching darkness, mouth stretched into a small smile that is anything but kind. 

Yet her touch is so very gentle when she cups your face, wipes away the lone tear trickling down your cheek. She is even gentler when she leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, this time tasting your second tear. 

It makes her sigh, so awfully fond. The spider web clings to your body, crawling up your limbs. You are unaware of Blade slowly coming out of the woods, your focus entirely on Kafka. 

"You tried your very best," she croons, voice low and soft. Her smile widens, thumb swiping across your chapped lips, smoothing out the furrowed lines between your brows. "But it wasn't enough, was it? It will never be enough, either. But, oh, how beautiful you looked as you ran and ran, so fully convinced you even had a small chance of success… like a frightened rabbit. Isn't that right, Bladie?" 

Blade's silence is unsurprising, and you are glad for it as you finally descend into sobs, turning your head away from her even as her hand chases your face. All of it… was just an illusion? All of it? 

"Carry them, Bladie." Kafka orders, chuckling. She plays with your hair for a few seconds, humming before she kisses you, kisses under your lashes, one last time and gets up. "Carry them home, where they belong." 

 It ends with you back in their arms. 

It always ends with you back in their arms. 

Masterlist.

[newskin4theoldceremony]

DARKNESS AT THE BREAK OF NOON SHADOWS EVEN THE SILVER SPOON THE HANDMADE BLADE THE CHILDS BALLON ECLIPSE BOTH THE SUN AND MOON TO UNDERSRAND YOU KNOW TOO SOON THERE IS NOW SENSE IN TRYING POINTED THREATS THEY BLUFF WITH SCORN SUICIDE REMARKS ARE TORN FROM THE FOOLS GOLD MOUTHPIECE THE HOLLOW HORN PLAYS WASTED WORDS PROVES TO WARN THAT HE NOT BUSY BEING BORN IS BUSY DYING TEMPTATIONS PAGE FLIES OUT THE DOOR YOU FOLLOW FIND YOURSELF AT WAR WATCH WATERFALLS OF PITY WAR YOU FEEL TO MOAN BUT UNLIKE BEFORE YOU’D DISCOVER THAT YOU’D JUST BE ONE MORE PERSON CRYING SO DON’T FEAR IF YOU HEAR A FORIEGN SOUND TO YOUR EAR ITS ALRIGHT MA I’M ONLY SIGHING AS SOME WARN VICTORY SOME DOWNFALL PRIVATE REASONS GREAT OR SMALL CAN BE SEEN IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO CALL THAT MAKE ALL THAT SHOULD BE KILLED TO CRAWL WHILE OTHERS SAY DON’T HATE NOTHING AT ALL EXCEPT HATRED DISILLUSIONED WORDS LIKE BULLETS BARK AS HUMAN GODS AIM FOR THEIR MARK MAKE EVERYTHING FROM TOY GUNS THAT SPARK TO FLESH COLORED CHRISTS THAT GLOW IN THE DARK IT’S EASY TO SEE WITHOUT LOOKING TO FAR THAT NOT MUCH IS REALLY SACRED WHILE PREACHERS PREACH OF EVEIL FATES TEACHERS TEACH THAT KNOWLEDGE WAITS CAN LEAD TO HUNDRED DOLLAR PLATES GOODNESS HIDES BEHIND ITS GATES BUT EVEN THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES SOMETIMES MUST HAVE TO STAND NAKED AND ALTHOUGH THE RULES OF THE ROAD HAVE BEEN LODGED ITS ONLY PEOPLES GAMES YOU GOT TO DODGE AND ITS ALRIGHT MA I CAN MAKE IT ADVERTISING SIGNS THAT CON YOU INTO THINKING YOURE THE ONE THAT CAN DO WHATS NEVER BEEN DONE THAT CAN WIN WHATS NEVER BEEN WON MEANWHILE LIFE OUTSIDE GOES ON ALL AROUND YOU YOU LOSE YOURSELF YOU REAPPEAR YOU SUDDENLY FIND YOUVE GOT NOTHING TO FEAR ALONE YOU STAND WITH NOBODY NEAR WHEN A TREMBLING DISTANT VOICE UNCLEAR STARTLES YOUR SLEEPING EARS TO HEAR THAT SOMEBODY THINKS THEY REALLY FOUND YOU A QUESTION IN YOUR NERVES IS LIT YET YOU KNOW THERE IS NO ANSWER FIT TO SATISFY ENSURE YOU NOT TO QUIT TO KEEP IT IN YOUR MIND AND NOT FORGET THAT IT IS NOT HE OR SHE OR THEM OR IT THAT YOU BELING TO BUT THOUGH THE MASTERS MAKE THE RULES FOR THE WISE MEN AND THE FOOLS I GOT NOTHING MA TO LIVE UP TO FOR THEM THEY MUST OBEY AUTHORITY THAT THEY DO NOT RESPECT IN ANY DEGREE WHO DESPISE THEIR JOBS THEIR DESTINY SPEAK JEALOUSY OF THEM THAT ARE FREE DO WHAT THEY DO JUST TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN SOMETHING THEY INVEST IN WHILE SOME ON PRINCIPLES BAPTIZED TO STRICT PARTY PLATFORM TIES SOCAIL CLUBS IN DRAG DISGUISE OUTSIDERS THEY CAN FREELY CRITICIZE TELL NOTHING BUT WHK TO IDOLIZE AND SAY GOD BLESS HIM WHILE ONE WHO SINGS WITH HIS TONGUE ON FIRE GARGLES IN THE RAT RACE CHOIR BENT OUT OF SHAPE FROM SOCIETYS PLIERS CARES NOT TO COME UP ANY HIGHER BUT RATHER GET YOU DOWN IN THE HOLE THAT HES IN BUT I MEAN NO HARM NOR PUT FAULT ON ANYONE THAT LIVES IN A VAULT BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IF I CAN PLEASE HIM OLD LADY JUDGES WATCH PEOPLE IN PAIRS LIMITED IN SEX THEY DARE TO PUSH FAKE MORAL INSULT AND STARE WHILE MONEY DOESNT TALK IT SWEARS OBSCENITY WHO REALLY CARES PROPAGANDA ALL IS PHONY WHILE THEM THAT DEFEND WHAT THEY CANNOT SEE WITH KILLERS PRIDE SECURITY IT BLOWS THE MIND MOST BITTERLY FOR THEM THAT THINK DEATH’S HONESTY WON’T FALL UPON ‘EM NATURALLY LIFE SOMETIMES MUST GET LONELY MY EYES COLLIDE HEAD ON WITH STUFFED GRAVEYARDS FALSE GOALS I SCUFF AT PETTINESS WHICH PLAYS SO ROUGH WALKED UPSIDE DOWN INSIDE HANDCUFFS KICK MY LEGS TO CRASH IT OFF SAY OKAY I’VE HADE ENOUGH WHAT ELSE CAN YOU SHOW ME AND IF MY THOUGHT DREAMS CAN BE SEEN THEYD PROBABLY PUT MY HEAD IN A GUILLOTINE

BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IT’S LIFE AND LIFE ONLY

[bvdomination]

Kedves mindenki! Láttam, hogy Jane visszatérő téma. Először is, véleményem szerint, amikor Ványa az USA-ba érkezett, több hónapig Jane-nel és családjával élt, közel állnak egymáshoz, de ez inkább testvéri dolognak tűnik, mint romantikusnak. Másrészt Ványa segít Jane-nek videókat feltölteni a partnerkereső oldalra (más csapattársak is segítenek neki) Harmadszor, az USA-ban van egy Safe Sport nevű program (ezt mindenkinek el kell olvasnia), Ványa egy interjúban elmondta, hogy emiatt nem lehet egyedül kiskorú lányokkal, mert feljelenthetik. Az USA ezt nagyon komolyan veszi, ezért mielőtt bárki rágalmazná Ványát egy Instagram-poszt, lájk vagy videó miatt, gondoljon bele, hogy ezzel tönkreteheti a karrierjét és a hírnevét! Köszönöm.♥️

Thank you for your submission, I could not have worded this better 😊

Rough translation below:

Dear everyone!

I saw that Jane was a recurring theme. First, in my opinion, when Vanya came to the US, he lived with Jane and her family for several months, they are close, but it seems more like a brotherly thing than a romantic one. On the other hand, Ványa helps Jane upload videos to the partner search site (other teammates also help her)

Thirdly, in the USA there is a program called Safe Sport (everyone should read this), Ványa said in an interview that because of this she cannot be alone with underage girls, because they can report her. The USA takes this very seriously, so before anyone slanders Vanya because of an Instagram post, like or video, consider that this could ruin his career and reputation! Thank you.♥️

The mentioned article is here (x). It's in Russian but you can translate it with Google/ChatGPT etc.

[rosetta-j-stone]

Today's Slovenian Class: describing foods!

Teacher: <mentions the key words "okus" and "dišati">

My brain, Joker Out Sleeper Agent For Hire: "Sanje so tvojega okusa...jutro po tebi mi diši"

Also my brain: "A sem ti povedal kdaj, kako lepo dišiš mi?"

Teacher: <mentions the key words "kislo", "grenak", "slan", "sladko">

My brain: "UUU U UU..."

Me: "Don't you dare-"

My brain: "SLADKI PRAH IN BELE SANJE"

Me: "...this isn't going to help me order food"

[intothetlkverse]

Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Here is the second part of all the elephants across TLK:

Starting off from "The Elephants' Graveyard" we have four elephants. Ashtaa/Ashta(faith) is the leader of her herd and the successor of her aunt Daran/Dara(embrace), may her bones and spirit be laid to rest. Between taking over the responsibilities as leader for the herd, dealing with her aunt's decline and eventual death, pregnancy, and raising two claves already, she has been rather stress and unable to see how her two children have ben affected recently. Still, she is a steady, wise, compassionate, and merciful leader and mother. Her eldest son Harak(fast) has been growing envious of his little sister Belee/Beevi(angel-Arabic), and his jealousy and desire for more of his mother's attention has caused him to do some questionable things, such as nearly killing his younger sister and a then cub Simba in a bone avalanche. Fortunately this event and his mother scolding him is enough to break him out of his envy and after apologizing he vows to do better, though eventually the guilt of what he's done will prompt him to leave the herd and find a new place where he can truly start over. Beevi is very sweet, naïve, and forgiving, however since her brother's actions she has become more alert and cautious, much like how her mother describes her great-aunt to have been like.

Next up from the 6NA story "How True, Zazu?" is Pembe(horns) and her two calves, Cheka(laugh) and Lulu(pearls), looking disappointedly at them for spreading false rumors in order to discredit and humiliate Zazu, though she shares part of the blame for this. Despite knowing the importance of Zazu's near constant scouring and message-delivery, her comments and gossiping about his constant hovering and news delivery was picked up by her children and their friends, who decide to prank Zazu by giving false information and faltering Mufasa's trust in him. However, after Zazu saves the day and everyone from an army ant infestation, the two come clean with their friends about what they did, apologize, and offer to help Zazu out to make amends, while Pembe reflects on how her own actions and words affect her children. Cheka is the more bold, brash, and trouble-making of the two while Lulu is more obedient, but naïve and persuadable of the two.

Next up from the issue "Prickly Problems" is another four elephants. Starting off is Grandmother Elephant/Endesha(guide) who I have decided to merge with Lead Elephant from "Timon in Trouble", so she is both the head healer for her herd and the matriarch of it. From healing plants to poultices, she is a wealth-spring of information and has infinite wisdom, kindness, and mercy to spare. Her son Elimu(knowledge) has taken after her in this regard, choosing to stay with his herd, unlike most males, to help protect and aid his herd. Beside her is his sister and Esme's mother Sama(weather), who has inherited her mother's level-headedness in stressful situations and willingness to help others. Esme(Kind Defender-Arabic) is basically Beevi without the jealous brother, very naïve, kind, and innocent, surrounded by loving family members.

Going back to the Pridelands for a moment we have two helpful pachyderms. First off from the comic "Good Behavior" is Bantam/Basam(smiling-Arabic). A helpful lad who can use his trunk like a leafblower, he helps Simba and Nala clean out the cave so they can get put from under Zazu's strict babysitting rules. I like to think they rewarded him by helping get some hard to reach fruit for him. Next up is former Pridelands' resident Jelani(mighty) from "Simba and the Lost Waterfall". A strong and kind soul, Jelani left the Pridelands during Scar's reign and made himself a home in the Oasis. Simba frequently returned there to help form alliances with fellow prides and to help Timon's colony settle in, and ended up conscripting Jelani's help when a giant tree blocked off a river leading towards a pool.

Below him are his son and wife, part of Endesha's herd from "Timon in Trouble"; Toot/Thato(love-Afrikaans) and Toot's mother/Nariki(I love you). Jelani is more the solitary sort, however he knows about his son and does frequently visit the both of them, spending time with his son and teaching his son things he'll need to know. Thato is very curious and playful at this age, if a bit reckless, and Nariki hopes he'll take after his father's more subdued, yet kind nature as he grows.

To the right and below them we have three elephants from the Timon and Pumbaa Show. Starting off is Chafya(sneeze) from the episode, "Can't Take a Yolk". A scatterbrained and slow-witted fellow, he at least is polite and even-tempered. On the opposite end, we have Gavu(gum) from from "Doubt of Africa", Nedum's brother. Sharing his brother's aggressive attitude, even the slightest thing can set him off, so many choose to avoid him. Lastly, head of the bullies in "Good Mousekeeping" is Mpira(rubber/ball). Since there are so many grey elephants in the show, plus all the bullies look identical, I decided to use my own colors to save my sanity. I also scaled his age way down to a teenager/young adult. He's a jerk that likes to pick on a poor albino mouse, though apparently can't take what he dishes out.

Lastly, from the comic "The Elephant Walk",  we have Koroma(snort)and Ziradi(herb). A pair of calves who are separated by their herd and are terrified of running into carnivores, they unknowingly accept the help of one by the name of Simba, and only at the end when Mufasa arrives if his identity/species revealed at which both faint from surprise. The two are cousins and their fear comes from an incident Ziradi had which resulted in her nicked ear. In the night she accidently strayed to far from the herd, panicked and started frantically running around. her ear snagged against a rock's sharp edge and tore. When she was found, she spun a tale of how she was attacked by a viscous predator in the night, spreading the fear towards her cousin. Of course Simba has since earned the respect and trust of the two since, though even as king and grown up, the two are a bit more skittish then other elephants about predators.

[leviathans-watching]

comfort (food)

day 6: midnight snacks, crying

includes: beel & asmo

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: bad friend's suck :( .... for @ombrotherlylove2023

Stomach rumbling, Beel slides out of bed, careful not to disturb his twin. A midnight snack sounds perfect, especially since he’s pretty sure he saw some waffles in the freezer that he can combine with some of the leftover fried chicken from dinner. Levi thought he hid his leftovers well, but not well enough to keep them from him. 

Drooling at the prospect, Beel walks down the stairs, freezing when he sees someone already in the kitchen. Who else would be up at this hour, and sitting in the dark, no less? 

“I’m turning on the lights,” Beel warns, and does, revealing Asmo. Huh. Usually, he’d be asleep by now, something about body rhythm and skin health and all the stuff Beel doesn’t really get. 

“That’s bright,” Asmo mutters, shading his eyes from the sudden influx of light, but not before Beel sees how they’re red-rimmed and bloodshot. He moves to the fridge, wondering if he should say something. Asmo never cries.

Silence falls between them as Beel pulls out the waffles and finds Levi’s leftovers, but he can only take so many sniffles before he’s obligated to ask, “Is everything okay?” 

“What?” Asmo asks. “Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Well,” he takes a deep breath, “actually, no they’re not. But it’s stupid. So.” 

“You can still tell me,” Beel encourages quietly, putting four waffles in the toaster. His back is to Asmo, a small privacy in their kitchen. “I don’t care if it’s stupid.” 

“It’s like, really stupid,” Asmo warns, and Beel shrugs. He’s not going to force Asmo to tell him.

“Okay.”

“Well, basically, a friend of mine is being really weird and I don’t know why. I feel like she’s been excluding me and stuff, but I also wondered if it was in my head, since we’re usually so close. But then another friend of mine asked me about it, confirming it’s actually happening, which is nice because now I know I’m not crazy, but also sucks since that means she is deliberately putting distance between us,” he says in one breath. “And then I had this gut feeling, and I just checked Devilgram, and she unfollowed me! Me!” 

Beel’s not all that into social media but even he knows that’s a big deal. 

“So anyway, now I’ve been following her one-sidedly for who knows how long, looking like an idiot, and I don’t even know what I did wrong! And she’s being so rude and won’t talk to me, and it sucks because I really liked her. When people you think are cool don’t feel the same it really sucks.” 

Beel pulls the chicken out of the microwave, turning towards Asmo. “I’m sorry that’s happening,” he says seriously. “It sounds like she’s being a real jerk.”

Asmo lets out a watery laugh. “She is.” 

“She’s not worth your time. Anyone who’d blow off you doesn’t know what they’re doing,” Beel continues, words coming out a little awkwardly but heart-felt, something Asmo seems to realize. “Even if she does try to be your friend again, don’t let her. She sounds slimy and fake.” 

“Wow, you’re not holding back,” Asmo observes, and Bele shrugs again. 

“Well. She made you cry. Anyone who makes you cry is demon scum.” 

“Awww,” Asmo says, dabbing at his eyes delicately with his sleeve, “you care about me!” 

“Of course I do,” Beel says quietly, pouring syrup all over his creation. Asmo watches, raptly. 

“Enough to share that with me?”

Bele looks down, at his chicken and waffles, then back up at Asmo, who blinks pleadingly. His stomach grumbles again, but his heart lets out a stronger pang. “Fine,” he agrees reluctantly, circling the island and pulling out the stool next to Asmo’s. “Just this once, though.”

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[basingstokemercury]

Finally revisited Let That Be Your Last Battlefield, another of the ones that spooked baby me.

It's... much less impressive as an adult, to say the least.

As in The Alternative Factor, I got the sense of very little plot progression. People say and do the same things over and over, every so often someone takes over the ship, there isn't much to keep you engaged in the story.

And since I seem to be in the business of nitpicking Trek's morality, I'll say what many people have probably said before: the situation presented isn't symmetrical, which is a bit of a flaw in a story about "just let go of hate everyone".

It's clear that Bele is the more powerful one here (or at least would be if the planet hadn't been destroyed). Notably, Lokai doesn't seem to exhibit this incredibly strong telekinetic ability; does he choose not to use it? Or did Bele's race achieve their historical subjugation of Lokai's because they had a power the other lacked, a la Plato's Stepchildren? This feels like something that could have been expanded on.

Bele is chasing Lokai, who seems to be on the run and making no attempt at retaliation. He's extremely bigoted against Lokai's people, not even trying to hide this - in contrast, Lokai's venom seems mostly directed against what Bele's race has done, rather than any innate evil quality.

As for the charges against Lokai, I'm the first to say that "there are rules, even in war" (thanks, Bones), and even in a war that most would agree is just. Intentionally killing civilians, torture, wanton pain and destruction beyond the needs of the cause... Resisting oppression isn't a blanket justification, and good causes can be co-opted by those who just want to gratify a dark impulse.

But we aren't given any specifics as to whether Lokai did indeed cross these lines, only ranting from someone clearly prejudiced. His repeated demands for Bele's death could read as hatred or bloodlust, absolutely - or they could be the words of a desperate man, knowing his pursuer has no mercy and seeing no other way of ending the chase.

And if your premise is that both sides have been destroyed by mutual, irrational hate, maybe you ought to make an effort at showing that both have equally good (or bad) reasons for their enmity?

Next, The Mark Of Gideon. Judging by discussion I've seen of this one as a teen and adult, 10/11ish me was nowhere near equipped to understand it, which is probably part of why she classed it as "disturbing" and moved on.

Maybe I'll eventually work up the courage for Spock's Brain or The Way To Eden...

[leopardom]

this is going to sound dumb but I had never realised that Bojan is singing back vocals in the studio versions of the songs. I always assumed it was just Kris since he's the one singing them live

it's normal to assume that for the exact reason you did. also Bojan's and Kris' high pitched vocals sound kinda similar so if a song contains such vocals or simple harmonies without words (the uuuus in bele sanje are an example), if you casually listen to a song you probably won't notice this at all. but yeah almost 99% of the time lead singers of bands record back vocals for the songs too, whether there's someone else or even a whole group of people to sing them or not

[absolutebloodychaos]

I just listened to Live At Stožice for the first time and I took notes while listening to it cause like I'm a nerd so here are my initial thoughts about the whole thing

SSOL: LIVE BRASS

Gola: ZA NAJU!!!! The guitars absolutely killed me

Bele Sanje: So fucking powerful live, the opening just AAAAAARGH, the la la la la la la

KRIS' SOLO: My brain has left my body, I have never wanted him more

Plastika: Bojan's melodrama in the the second verse and pre-chorus is INCREDIBLE, NACE'S BASS SOLO!!!!!!!, the drums at the end, Bojan's HAHAHA in the last chorus

Proti Toku: The fucking energy is ELECTRIC, the opening guitar riff!!!!!!, KRIS' BACK UP VOCALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, the bridge!!!!

Dopamin: KRIS' BACK UP VOCALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, RAZUM IZGUBIL JE SVOJ GLAS!!!!!, The fucking danceability of this song I swear, ZAME SI ČISTI DOPAMIN, I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH

Padam: The raw emotion, the atmosphere, Bojan's voice is just AAAAAAAARGH, this shit made me cry, full body fucking shivers

Demoni: THE SCREAM, THE BASS, I felt possessed

Katrina: Jure in the solo was INCREDIBLE, the vocals killed me, POVEJ MI KATRINA

TRUMPET SOLO: Killed me, I need to have it injected into my veins

ASTP: Full body shivers again, every fucking thing in the solo, the vocals, the guitars, it is all too much, I am dead, UGRIZNI, Bojan and Kris

Omamljeno Telo: DA ZDAJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!!!!!!!, everything about this song killed me, I love it so fucking much

Kot Srce Kri Kri Poganja: FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!!!, MARTIN AND MATIC, the one simultaneous guitar bit before the bridge

Metulji: The gentle guitar, the atmosphere, the drums, I cried again

JAN'S SOLO: I feel touched by god, shivers

Vse Kar Vem: Made me cry so much, it hurt, THE SOLO, the pure longing in Bojan's voice

Barve Oceana: The audience chorus, had me jumping around so much, the drums 🫠

NGVOT: Two words. Kris. Singing. No other thoughts left in my head. Also the solo was incredible

Vem Da Greš: The clapping at the start, THE EXTENDED VERSION MY FUCKING BELOVED, I CRIED SO MUCH

JURE'S DRUM SOLO: Fucking amazing, just fucking incredible

Ne Bi Smel: Kris' backing vocals, the solo, SPET ME K TEBI VLEČE

Ona: BRASS BRASS BRASS BRASS, I love this song so fucking much it was incredible, I literally can't form words about it any more

Tokio: AAAAAAAARGH, the guitar, I was jumping, ANATA GA SUKI, WATASHI MO, this is my favourite song of theirs and everytime I hear the live version it kills me

Umazane Misli: SANJE SO TVOJEGA OKUSA, JUTRO PO TEBI MI DIŠI, KOMPAS VEČ ME NE POSLUŠA, MOJA IZGUBLJENA DUŠA, IŠČE LE U SMERI, KJER SI TI, the audio quality was amazing, the crowd choruses, Bojan's live vocal variations

Novi Val: The emotion, the crowd, breathtaking live, the vibe was so lovely

Carpe Diem: Bojan's laugh while singing Hvala Lepa, the last chorus/es, the guitar solo, I got down to the floor when he said to and my knees got sore but it was okay cause I was running on pure adrenaline at that point

[gloomshroom-forge]

BOOK REVIEW: BORN OF BLOOD AND ASH - Jennifer L. Armentrout

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5/5 🌶️🌶️🌶️.5/5

This book is so insanely good that I'm genuinely struggling to put my thoughts into words. But let me just start by saying: screw Kolis, I totally called the whole Sotoria twist, and Sera is an absolute badass. My girl crush on her—and Bele, for that matter—is off the charts. Jennifer L. Armentrout is a master of wit and banter; I was literally crying with laughter at some of the exchanges. But she also handles the trauma that so many women experience with such skill and sensitivity that I found myself crying for entirely different reasons.

I also have to talk about Sera’s pregnancy. I saw it coming, and to be honest, I’m not usually a fan of pregnancy plots. I was hoping it wouldn’t happen, but wow, was I proven wrong. I’ve never had to eat my words so quickly. The pregnancy subplot was beautifully done—adorable, meaningful, and perfectly integrated into the broader story (take notes, SJM). This book has skyrocketed into my top 10 favorites of all time and solidified its place in my top 3 series ever.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Miért ne lehetne igaz?

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/64925818

by Nara (Nara_stories)

Az eredeti kérés: Sterek. Mikor Derek a nővére közeli látogatása miatt pánikba esik - ugyanis hónapok óta azt hazudja neki, hogy van valakije, hogy Laura végre leszálljon a témáról miszerint mennyire magányos -, hogy onnan kerítsen most magának egy párt, összefut Stilesszal a kedvenc vendéglőjében. A srác kapóra jön, ismerik is egymást eléggé ahhoz, hogy megoldható legyen a "kapcsolat", ráadásul úgy tűnik, hogy bele is megy a dologba. Egy kikötése van, hogy amikor majd a megbeszélt időpontban szakítanak, annak nem lehet az oka Stiles hűtlensége, mivel olyat sosem tenne. Az eddig mindig pórul járt és elárult Derek erre felfigyel.

Words: 5248, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Magyar

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64925818

[signoraviolettavalery]

Moments from the concert in Ptuj, before I forget

In between songs, people were throwing so many gifts at the stage. Literally just chucking bracelets, teddy bears, sunglasses, etc. Bojan trying to introduce a song and then having to try to catch things as they get thrown at him LMAO

at the part of Gola where he sings "my thoughts are wandering under your shirt" he goes over to Jan, who was wearing an unbuttoned jacket with nothing underneath it and puts his hand on his chest. So now we know under whose shirt Bojan's thoughts wander...

They seem to have changed a line in Ne Bi Smel from "sem bil slep" to "sem kreten" (I'm a jerk) - they made this change at the Belgrade Beer Fest and also at Ptuj

the feral Demoni scream sounds SO FERAL in person, videos do not convey how unhinged it sounds live

They did a song (Gola?) where he was asking the girls to sing a line the guys to sing a line and so on. the girls...doing a really good job. The guys....almost silence lmao, until the girls helped the guys out. I was cracking up.

he said something about who thanks to us fans they have a whole store of (sunglasses?) now? I didn't catch the word but he definitely said "store," I think he was getting across that they never have to go shopping for sunglasses ever again lmao.

During Metulji he just full on....lay down on the stage for a minute while Jan was doing the guitar solo at the end. Just...lay down and lay there. Boy was being dramatic as heck.

there were a bunch of actual children there (like, 8 years old ish? 12?) who were singing along to Novi Val, MY HEART

They did Padam and Metulji!! But did not do Bele Sanje :( :(

Someone was holding a sign that said "Bojan pls take your clothes off" which, um, I think it was a teenager probably but people need to learn boundaries lol

Bojan seemed really tired, GO HOME AND TAKE A NAP