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I’m stuck thinking about palamedes figuring out that the souls of lyctored cavs rub off on their necros and what that means for jod and alecto and why they're like that
john, who as just a man, a man who loved. he loved the earth, he loved humanity, he loved his devotees. he loved and he loved and he loved and he was equally as obsessed as he was devoted and desperate as he was reckless and angry and selfish and egotistical. he doubtless still had his worst traits but he loved
and alecto, who was the earth, the earth who raged. she raged and gifted john somehow a way to survive and save her, to save them all. she was angry and near uncontrollable, who became monstrous in her grief and her agony and her betrayal from john. the earth, alecto, she raged.
and then. and then their souls merged and swirled and part of her lives in him and part of him lives in her. and john, he became angrier. he ruthlessly seemingly without reason continued to hunt down those he saw as wronging the earth for the myriads. he still was a man who loved but he was a man who's love was fueled with rage. he became monstrous he became the vengeance the Earth sought but took it too far
but alecto. the earth who became woman who became monster. she, sleeping in her tomb, in her dream, when a small child kissed her because she seemed so lovely. her soul learned to love. and then and then! she awoke not knowing who she was but she loved so hard. she loved everyone and everything she loved people the way john did she loved the planet and nature and the animals she loved the things that were akin to what she used to be. she loved and loved and loved. she still had rage, she had her meltdowns, but her rage was fueled by loved and she became human.
and - and how beautiful that these people so far removed from the earth met nona, alecto, earth, and they learned to care for her and they loved her and put it all on the line for her and in turn when it was time she returned to herself and sure she still had her rage but even more so she had all that love
#god they are just so sad#to be loved is to be changed#you can’t take love away#the locked tomb#the locked tomb spoilers#tlt spoilers#alecto the ninth#alecto tlt#john gaius#jod
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I too think he deserves a kwagatama
#Yeah Felix! Flip them off!#I didn’t come up with this idea but I absolutely love it#i know you probably can’t contact more than one holder at a time but oh well#also i don’t dislike master fu or natalie I just think he’d be critical of them#I also took away Colt’s hat since I can’t take it seriously and gave Fu a less western/modern costume#only mayura and shadowmoth know who this strange child is but it’s still cathartic for him#I can so comic#felix fathom#felix graham de vanily#argos#dusuu#emilie agreste#natalie sancoeur#mayura#gabriel agreste#shadow moth#colt fathom#master fu#wang fu#miraculous ladybug#mlb#mlb season 5 spoilers#image description in alt#art i made
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Collection of Pyrrha moments that make me want to yet myself into orbit for her
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Relentless Conqueror Sylus/Reader | 1790 words | Masterlist | AO3 To be wedded to the strongest warrior in the village was an honor and a blessing. A/N: I saw someone specified that Sylus is dressed as a Mongolian wrestler in the new memory. I am so excited for it, but um…this fic has absolutely nothing to do with that. My mind just swerved completely off-course the moment I saw this man manhandling us again lmao And…yeah…this is based on this post I made earlier. Still in my ✨shameful Sylus posting era✨ 😔 MDNI.
In the wide-open plane of the grassland, everything could be heard for miles all around. Stretched across the vast expanse, one area was occupied by numerous huts making up a small but thriving village.
Within the village, everyone had a role. The elders guided and led the villagers with their years of wisdom. The men were providers, hunters, and warriors while the women sustained the community and reared the children who would one day take over, thus continuing this cycle of life.
You were no exception. It was time for you to take your place among others with the new role you were about to take.
Fortune had smiled down upon you. Hushed whispers wove through the village, going from mouth to mouth, passing loose lips after loose lips, before the news finally reached you.
Sylus had chosen you to be his bride.
To be chosen by the strongest warrior in the village to be his bride was an honor bestowed only on you. He would provide you with a life of comfort and in turn, you were to bear him strong children. Many of the other maidens envied you, wanting to covet your place, to steal him away from you.
However, Sylus was truly the epitome of the ideal warrior: Large, strong, and imposing. He was unyielding on the battlefield, and he was unyielding in his decisions.
Of all the maidens who had crossed his path, only one had managed to ensnare him, to captivate him like no others.
You.
It was a prosperous union witnessed in a lavish ceremony by the entire village, cheered to be blessed by the gods themselves. A true match made in Heaven, many declared, as the wedding ceremony ended and the celebration began.
Arm linked with your new husband, you greeted and thanked the well-wishers, watching with wonders as everyone feasted and drank to your marriage. The merriment started from morning and continuing well into the late night. After nightfall had descended, Sylus led you away from the celebration. No one noticed the absence of the bride and groom, too drunk on alcohol and the festivities to even be aware of their surroundings.
Sylus whisked you away to his quiet hut, far from the music, laughter, and cheers. He towered over you, holding aside the curtain at the entryway to allow you entrance. As you entered, you could see the hut had been prepped for the wedding night.
It was a very comfortable living space, more extravagant than many of the other villagers’ homes. You barely had a moment to fully take in the sight of your new home before Sylus swept you off your feet, cradled in his arms as he carried you to his bed. He laid you down on fur, your beauty illuminated by the lamps within the hut. You could still hear the residual laughter and chatters outside as the rest of the villagers continued in their merriment celebrating this union.
“Pay them no heed,” Sylus ordered, grasping your chin firmly and forcing your sight on him. “Tonight, and for the rest of our lives, you are mine.”
He kissed you roughly, not minding your inexperience. It pleased him that your chasteness meant you were untouched, meant that he would have the sole honor of claiming you.
He disrobed his blushing bride, guiding your nimble hands to his toned body, letting you touched upon his firm muscles, feel the heat from his body. One by one, accessories fell, clinking and clanking on the ground. Then, his own ceremonial garments were discarded, tossed carelessly to the side and leaving him bare and nude, your eyes feasting on the wonderous sight of your new husband.
You swallowed slowly, feeling the gentle flutters of butterflies in your belly. He smirked at your nervousness. One hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You whimpered when he claimed your lips again, his large body overpowering you in seconds. He had you spread beneath him, his own body looming over yours and keeping you trapped under him. He cupped your sex, startling you as his long, slender fingers worked into your folds.
You let out a sharp gasp, fingers finding their way into his hair, and tugging at him nervously.
“Relax,” he ordered, “You’re not ready for me yet.”
He was well-endowed, his size intimidating, and you unconsciously clenched, only realizing when you heard Sylus’ deep chuckle. You blushed crimson, but your embarrassment soon passed the moment you felt Sylus working his fingers in and out of you.
“Ah—” Your hips moved on their own, desperately meeting his thrusts, wanting more, just a bit more. Your toes curled, body tensing up when you felt his thumb brushing against something that was causing you to jolt in pleasure. “M-more…Sylus…please…”
“You like that, sweetie?”
You nodded numbly, your voice coming out breathless. “Yes…please…my husband.”
You didn’t see the way Sylus’ eyes gleamed in satisfaction, didn’t hear his quick intake of breath over your own helpless moans. He smirked.
He seized your mouth again, taking in your startled cries, his fingers slipping in and out of your wet folds faster and faster. “My bride—my wife…” he murmured back, nipping and sucking greedily, “You’re so wet now, sweetie…Do you feel good?”
You sobbed and cried as his fingers curled inside. There was a tightening in your belly. You called out to him, scared. “Sy—Sylus…”
He shushed you gently. “Come for me.”
You clenched around his fingers, your cries filling the room. Sylus’ smirk widened as he watched you come undone by his fingers alone. He kissed your lips, praising you softly as you panted and sobbed. You barely recovered when he withdrew his fingers, his length taking place.
You bucked in surprise, eyes widening. “Sy-Sylus, no…”
“You are ready for me, my bride,” he assured. He pressed forward and you gripped a handful of the fur throw beneath you, your sensitive body feeling suddenly overstimulated by the massive intrusion taking place. Impossibly big, you thought, as your walls stretched around his thick length, taking him in slowly through much pain. He barely comforted you, seemingly enjoying the sight of you gasping and moaning as you were getting stuffed by him. His soft pants grew shallower, his eyes darkened with desire as he watched his beloved new bride taking him in inch by inch.
He praised you over and over once he was fully sheathed inside you, his deep voice comforting you in that moment. “You’re doing so well,” he said, voice thick with desire, “I have chosen the perfect wife.”
You felt a warmth in your belly, his praise filling you with unexpected joy. “Sylus…”
He smirked.
He took you brutally, riding you as rough and hard like his faithful steed. You wept and sobbed as his powerful thrusts reached that euphoric spot that had you writhing and moaning, begging him for more and more of this sweet, agonizing pleasure. You had never known the touch of a man before this night, and from this moment onwards, Sylus made sure you never will. He was going to make sure your body learned that you were his, craved only him, and only satisfied by him.
He was wrecking you, ruining you. You moaned as his large hand covered your flat belly. “You better prepare yourself, my bride,” he husked, “the women in my family only bear large children.”
You trembled, unsure if what you were feeling was fear or otherwise. He slipped his hands under you, groping and grabbing your buttocks and lifting you off the bed, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Immediately, your head lolled to the side, your moans resounded within the private space as you felt him penetrating you deeply, his pacing still unrelenting and unforgiving. This new angle had you calling out to him needily, feeling the second climax approaching fast.
Closer…and closer…and closer—
“Dear gods…” he groaned as you came undone again, your walls squeezing tightly around his cock. He pressed you back into the bed, letting you ride out your high as he chased after his. His hand grasped yours, pressing them deeper into the bedding.
“Gonna fuck my child into you,” he grunted, his hips slapping against yours, “Gonna breed you, have you heavy with my baby in your womb.”
He fondled your breast, massaging it roughly under his calloused hand. His mouth was close to yours, his hot, humid breath fanned over your lips. “Gonna have you swell, gonna have you bear me sons and daughters over and over again…”
Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him in closer to his surprise. He smirked. His hand reached out to brush your hair out of your sweat-slicked face. He leaned in closer, kissing you briefly, and then he asked, “Did you like the sound of that, my bride? Do you like what I am saying? Do you like knowing this is your role from now on? To bear my children over and over again?”
“Y—” you bit down on your bottom lip, embarrassed.
“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting in harder, eliciting more of your sweet cries.
He held you close and you sobbed into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him still pounding into your pussy. “Yes…Yes…!” you cried out, clinging to him, “I want your baby…I want to have all of your babies, Sylus!”
“Fuck’s sake…” His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you come again already. This time, he also felt his own climax, felt himself pumping hot into you. He groaned again, “Take every last drop, sweetie.”
You felt so impossibly full, his seed flooding your womb. There was not a doubt in your head that this union wouldn’t be fruitful. You were going to carry his baby, bear him large, strong sons—future warriors to carry on his legacy.
“My bride, my beautiful bride,” he murmured, lavishing you in his sweet kisses as he pulled out. He gazed down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and doe eyes staring back at him. He hummed softly, his lips finding yours again, his large hand interlocking with yours.
“Mine.”
Beyond the hut, the celebration continued. Laughter and singing continued well into the late night, but within this hut, there was only the labored breathing, desperate gasps and pleased moans filling the space for hours on end. Time seemed to have slowed down, the world quieting.
He took you, claimed you over and over again. Your body was his, and his was yours. From this day and onwards, in this life and all of the lifetimes to come, you were his bride, the only one capable of stealing the heart of the feared conqueror of the grassland.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace fanfiction#lnds fanfics#love and deepspace x reader#sylus x reader#sylus smut#x — fanfics#the fluff snuck in again#i am absolutely incapable of writing completely dominating sylus#he is always soft to me#even in an au#idc soft sylus means the world to me and you can’t take that away from me#anyway#I’M GOING TO WORK NOW#BYE#😔
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Me starting GTN after hearing about it from a friend: NEEEEEEED the bone lesbians to kiss
Me finishing NTN: love is all around me and god needs to die.
#these books make me insane#how the Fuck do I cope#tlt series#i came for lesbians I left with trauma. and lesbians.#this series is the reason I need therapy and the therapy itself#you can’t take loved away#tlt#tlt memes#gtn#htn#griddlehark#alecto the ninth#Gideon the ninth#ntn#nona the ninth#john gaius#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#Jod#the emperor undying#the locked tomb#1k
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Nona, Alecto, and nature vs nurture:
I often think about Alecto, this screaming berserker of a woman, filled with unending rage and love… and how she’s fundamentally the same person, the same soul, as Nona. Nona, who loves everyone, Nona, who thinks flowers are sexy but gingers aren’t. And I think about the difference between them.
Alecto’s rage is well known, and VERY justified. But what I find most fascinating about her is her inhumanity. The lyctors describe her as off putting, monstrous even, like a shambling *thing* in human shape. I think about how the lyctors describe her… and then I think about Nona, the worm with problems. Nona, the girl who doesn’t quite know how to be a person, but she’s working on it.
By their own accounts, the lyctors were wary of Alecto from the beginning, treating her with fear, with suspicion. She was just born, just learning to be a person, and they treated her like a monster. Is it any wonder she acted like one?
Nona, on the other hand was treated with love, with patience and kindness. She was treated like a lost peer, a friend, as family. Pyrrha, Palamedes, and Camilla did what they could to raise this strange creature that didn’t know how to be a person but had an *awful* temper, and they raised her with love. Is it any wonder that Nona learned to love everything?
I wonder how much better things could have been, if John had been able to love Alecto like Palamedes, Pyrrha, and Cam loved Nona.
#the locked tomb#tlt#nona the ninth#ntn spoilers#alecto tlt#alecto the first#nona tlt#palamedes sextus#camilla hect#pyrrha dve#john gaius#tlt meta#you can’t take loved away
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Cass & Babs
The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood / Les Misérables, Victor Hugo / You've Always Been More of a Dog Person, Trina Das / When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen / Tell the Wolves I'm Home, Carol Rifka Brunt / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, Jeanette Winterson / In the name of Love, Katie Maria
#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#dc#batman#batfam#this is too much fun someone take web weavings away from me#anyway. AUGH cass and babs…#i love you but not in a way you understand!!! some people can’t ever stop howling!!!!!
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Slow walker meets fast walker
#fierce takes three steps and he’s already a mile away from you#strangers across eras#fierce deity#talon#yeah I love them interacting sm#also I can’t believe I have to say this but don’t tag as a ship wtf#this is just me and Ladye walking together
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Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨
#I didn’t end up going to the rave just stayed in with my buddies and had KFC (( Korean fried chicken )) and laughed til we cried so#it was still a wonderful start to the new year 💞🥰💞#but the fwb wanted pics of my potential rave look so I figured eh I brought the stuff anyways#and now I’m imagining locking eyes with a stranger on the warm and writhing dance floor#the beat thumps and shakes and rattles the air in our breath as the spotlights dance in the reflections of our held gaze#he pushes his way through the crowd with a singular stare and a wicked smile on his face#I smile and turn my back on him arching myself so he knows I am giving what he’s looking for#I take careful steps through the revelry toward the edge where the crowd thins out#I prop myself up on an available stool in a lonely corner of the club as he closes the distance between us#“now I wonder why you dragged me all the way here” he utters in a playful growl “trying to get far away from the crowd?”#I smile and I nod. “obviously. can’t really do what I want with you out there”#his eyes perk up and his smile gives away the desire building inside him. “yeah? why don’t you show me then.”#“I thought you’d never ask” I smirk. I reach down into my pants and pull out my phone#“so this one is blue. he’s the oldest but he’s sooooo sweet. and that’s Eva. my only girl she’s sassy but she loves swea-” he leaves#whaddahell I say demurely whimpering even… whaddahell…#gpoy
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The more I think about it, the more the RWRB fandom is winning because what do you mean we have a book (with a collector edition!) AND an amazingly written film AND an upcoming sequel??
The difference in the film vs book makes it even better because now there’s 2 versions and they’re both good and canon!!
One of my fav changes in the film is that Alex passed Henry his key in exchange for the ring so they both held on to a piece of each other when the leak happened. And that Alex was the one who played the song in the V&A right after Henry said he always wanted to dance with someone he loved there like omg 😭
I just choose whichever bits I prefer and now the mashed up version in my head is the best of both worlds and damn we are so well-fed!!
Im not even going to get started on AO3 content cause the pairing has over 10k fics so it’s just a buffet there.
And of course Taylor and Nic are both such incredible actors. Like honestly what is there not to love about RWRB!!
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#like honestly it’s been a while since I’ve been in such a well-fed fandom#I mean it’s sad June and Katherine and Cash weren’t in the movie but I just add them mentally into the scenes#ok there’s a few things that I try to not get into like the actor fanbase fighting over some stuff but I guess it’s pretty common and#you can just look away#also this isn’t an invitation to start telling me what’s there to hate#I love it in all its shape and form and you can’t take that away from me
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Something something Agent Haldwell being from Jennifer’s movie something something probably her love interest something something they probably had weird “you’re coming with me little missy” kind of banter written by weird male writers something something Jennifer changing the misogynistic script something something drowning him in his own piss
#the thing is#if her movie were real#I’d probably love them#like from how it seemed in episode 1#the vibes I got#they definitely had history#whatever it was (probably an on and off cat and mouse romance that ends up together at the end)#that’d probably be really uncomfortable to be in someone else’s body and that person’s partner literally can’t know or they’ll die#anyway this is literally all speculation#I love you Master Theif X Fbi agent always on the case#I love you ‘’I push him down oscar the grouch style and drown him in his own piss’’#nsbu spoilers#nsbu#d20#dimension 20#jennifer drips#russell feeld#Carter haldwell#something something demasculating??#I’ve never used that word before#I mean it in like#a good way??#like taking power away from the writer
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y’all do realize that the statements “police brutality is abhorrent and never acceptable” and “i feel bad for caitlyn kiramman arcane in s2” are two statements/thoughts that can coexist, right?
#and if i said that caitlyn committing police brutality while still being sympathetic is the point what then#bc the whole point i’m taking away is that near-absolute power like that which the upper houses in piltover wield is bad#even if it’s used to do good things#bc they can so easily be corrupted because humans are FALLIBLE#we can’t count on ‘the good ones’ in power to keep us safe#and her arc is also showing how easy it is to become hateful#she legit says in episode 1 she understands how easy it is to hate them!!!#and then she doesn’t deal with that realization any further and just suppresses shit#and then she becomes a dictator#no matter how good we think we are most of us are a few horrible events away from committing evil#especially if you come from a privileged background#idk i’m just begging for an amount of nuance and story comprehension#you can agree or disagree with me but let’s stop calling each other evil and heartless#mkay love u bye#arcane#arcane season 2#caitlyn kiramman
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35 songs, 3 albums of his own and yet he says the best song of his life (OF HIS LIFE!!!! 😭😭😭) is what makes you beautiful by one direction
#i-#i just-#i can’t anymore#he loves that band so much 😞❤️🩹#it gave him his best friends the love of his life and his best memories#the music that he loves the most#he loved it#still does#and always will#fuck you to anyone who tries to take that away from him#1d for life#harry loves 1d
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Yeah ok Netflix
I’m sure that’s the real reason
#whatever this alleged ‘benchmark’ is is clearly unrealistically high#people LOVED this show#maybe you just can’t commit to letting too much proper LGBTQ+ representation take up space on your platform#it scares the straights away#kaos#fuck netflix
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Today has been awful and terrifying, to say the least. But you also know what else it did? It inspired me to write and put that flame back to get my book written. No man can take my mind, my passion, or my sincere love for writing away. They can’t take my words or my freedom to write. I will NEVER stop doing what makes me happy. Even if one day I have to write it all out on paper.
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Dean is such a paradox for me because on the one hand, I have been actively triggered by him in the show, there are moments where, intentionally or not, the writers managed to create a portrayal of manipulation and abuse and control issues that it sets off actual alarms for me. And on the other hand, I would not have him any other way. There is something — not comforting, that’s too soft a word — about knowing where Dean’s actions stem from, having seen and learned all that we do about his childhood neglect and parentification and the trauma he goes through repeatedly in the show, and that he doesn’t come out clean. He comes out a goddamn mess who ends up hurting the people around him in reaction to his own pain!
There’s a reality there that’s. Almost nice, actually. Distressing to watch, but it is a fucking mess, it’s a good mess! He’s got zero healthy coping skills and a healthy relationship with say, his brother, is terrifying because it leaves him open to abandonment!
I’m not sure I’m wording this correctly. There is a way to be a good abuse victim. Take the pain, martyr yourself on it, and then, even if you have no support or idea how to, then you have to become a Good Person who never hurts anyone the way you have been learning to your entire life. Simply toss everything that shaped you out the door and emerge a saint with a tragic backstory. And Dean is not that. And that’s so fucking good. Everything that he has gone through continues to effect the way he treats the people around him, and he can’t fight the behaviors he might recognize as harmful because he also sees them as protecting him (or protecting Sam by keeping Sam with him.)
And sometimes, idk. It feels good to see a guy who didn’t heal the “right way.” Who mostly didn’t heal at all, just keeps the wound open because it’s easier that way.
#there’s a whole other bit to this about how like. it’s hard for fandom to hold the idea that someone can be both a victim and abusive#at the same time. that the ways someone has been hurt don’t always shape them into kindness and wide-eyed sympathy. occasionally it just#makes them hard to live with. and I think most obviously is the thing that a lot of what Dean does is an expression of love. of protection.#he’s very much his father’s son in that way. that’s why Sam. the guy he’s been Told to protect his whole life. is also the person he ends up#hurting the most. it’s tragedy. it’s realistic. it’s a good fucking mess.#and that’s why I don’t get interpretations of dean that are determined to shave off the ugly parts of his character. to me those are the#parts that make him a character worth revisiting. he’s so full of love. and he uses it to hurt people. he means to sometimes. a lot of the#time he doesn’t but hurts them anyway. he has been shaped by violence his whole life. and it’s just. I get why someone might take this#part of him away. to make him easier to love. because I get that he’s stressful to watch also like I get that. but he is.#he is compelling. in his anger and his controlling behavior and his strangling love. he is compelling in all the ways he has become this.#Dean’s degradation into these behaviors can be both a failure of a show that ran to long but also the believable trajectory of a man who#can’t heal. and I love him for that. I love him for emerging from pain as a angry sharp thing. I love that it brings the glimpses of him#being gentler and recognizing his actions as bad into stark relief. I love that this recognition often only lasts until he is hurt again and#then he backpedals into the safety of behaviors he knows will allow him to control a situation through force or manipulation.#it’s good fucking mess. you know? dean winchester everybody.#maybe I should have put all that in the main post. oh well. too late now.#spn#dean winchester#tw abuse
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