#war of attrition like I said

[hussyknee]

People seem to think this is fake because it's written in English. Apart from the racism in believing that Arab doctors and nurses aren't fluent in English (a second or official language for half of Asia), Palestinians have deliberately been addressing their audience in English on every social media, from journalists to children, because they know speaking English to Westerners immediately makes people more human in their eyes. Because language is one of the ways the imperial cultural hegemony conditions us (yes, everyone in the world) to see who qualifies as "people" and who are simply a mass of bodies who were always made to suffer and die. Gazans know this deeply, which is why they have been using English to beg and plead through social media, "We're not numbers! We're not numbers! We're people like you, we speak your language, we deserve to live!" all the while they're systematically slaughtered.

Israeli forces also encircled Al Shifa Hospital yesterday and bombed it for several hours while shooting dead anyone trying to flee including medical staff moving between buildings. Not sure whether it's still continuing because WHO lost all communications with its staff there a few hours after. The last new report said that thirty-nine babies had been removed from the incubators before the power went out. It's extremely unlikely they will survive.

Please understand that these atrocities depend on the war of attrition between governments and public attention. The momentum of public outcry is difficult to sustain through repeated stonewalling and bureaucratic intractability. When we're flooded with these reports and a sense of futility and despair replaces the anger, it allows compassion fatigue to set in and the violence to become normalized. Massacring hospitals, killing sick children and openly targeting humanitarian aid workers (Netanyahu just declared the UNRWA is in league with Hamas) will become simply more news articles that fade into the background, and open genocides will soon become part of the "lesser evil".

Take care of yourselves how you can, take distance where needed, but please never tune out and give up on the two million people for whom we are the only witness and hope. Never stop boosting and sharing the news and posts you find, never stop getting out there and joining every protest you can, however small. Anger burns out, which is why activism must depend on an immovable sense of justice and uncompromising value for human life. It's not just about Gaza, it's about the kind of evil our generation will be coerced into accepting as unchangeable and inevitable hereafter.

#but also like it's a lot about us and especially you in the West #every bomb dropped on Gaza brings us closer to the brink of‚ if not a world war‚ an eruption of regional conflict #with devastating economic and environmental effects across the world #I'm tired of repeating this and my followers are prob tired of seeing it #but someone has to #war of attrition like I said #free Palestine #tw child murder #tw child death #tw baby killing #tw ableism #disability justice #war crimes #gaza genocide #save gaza #gaza under attack #palestinian genocide #israel is a terrorist state #knee of huss

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #tcm 2006 #tcm 2003 #tommy hewitt #thomas brown hewitt #leatherface #cw daddy kink #cw smut #cw voyeurism #cw breeding

[femoso-seben]

Humanoid monster

Previous, Next

“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #141 #john soap mactavish #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #monster au #monster 141 au #cod fic

[rriavian]

may I propose for December Prompts "starry night" for Morpheus x Lucienne or "hot chocolate" for Morpheus and baby Orpheus? :)

A small foot stomped. 

“No sleep!”

“Orpheus.” Dream said, unimpressed at even such a bold declaration of war, unmoved by even such defiant vehemence. “It is time for bed.”

This was not accepted as an adequate reason for Dream’s interruption of Essential Activities—the four hours Orpheus had spent playing his new favourite song on the lute—so opposed was his son to it that his announcement was immediately rejected by no less than five head shakes. The response made it clear that not only was Dream’s reasoning inadequate, but that it was actually an insane suggestion bordering on the ludicrous.

His sons small face had become one of determination, fixed in a set expression of horrified disgust. “No.”

Time for a wildcard.

“Then you do not want hot chocolate?”

This seemed to stump Orpheus quite completely.

The offer of hot chocolate proved to be a most compelling rebuttal, one his son had not anticipated, the proposal revealing an unexpected vulnerability in an otherwise flawless defence. Attrition was slow though, capitulation still not guaranteed, small fingers fiddling with the hem of a raven patterned pyjama top as this new contender was assessed. The frown turned thoughtful rather than angry, tension softening as Orpheus paused to consider this new argument for what it was worth, evidently taking the time to review every possible angle.

The silence stretched.

In terms of a game face it was quite impressive; Orpheus gave no sign as to which way he’d fall, and yet this silence at least confirmed a bribe was not yet off the table.

After a minute or so he blinked but otherwise remained impassive. The dark eyes—so like Calliope’s, so beloved—quietly considering, remaining so even when a deep breath was taken. Perhaps to steady the impulsive actions encouraged by a rush of anticipation, though who could be sure?, because when it came the question was merely curious.

“Hot chocolate?”

“Yes.” Dream confirmed the offer, set the scene for what could be attained, allowed a small pause and then continued in a tone soft and the slightest bit sly. “It is good for encouraging drowsiness after all. Though if you do not want—“

An excited interruption.

Orpheus had skipped closer. He’d wandered within touching distance—a dangerous prospect when he’d so recently felt at risk of being scooped up and delivered to his room—grabbing Dream’s hand and blurting out his question. “May I have some?”

Dream smiled. “Will you go to bed?”

It was important to name one’s price before agreeing a trade.

There was still a gamble in mentioning the apparently dreaded topic that was 'bedtime', but Dream believed he’d weighted those odds far enough in his favour to be safe. There was a caveat in this bribe after all, an exchange to be made, an agreement to be reached. It was polite to make the terms certain even as success was already within his grasp; Orpheus only tightening his grip on Dream’s hand in response, for all he was taking his time to answer he was also now tugging him towards the kitchen.

A decision had clearly been made. Orpheus seemed unwilling to risk the loss of hot chocolate even if there was a sacrifice to make in return. “Can I take it to bed?”

Still negotiating though. 

Dream pretended to think about it while allowing himself to be led. “You may.”

“Can I have a story too?”

Further requests? 

This deal certainly required a lot of sweetening. Dream’s smile only widened.

“Always.”

#dream of the endless #the sandman #Orpheus #winter prompt fic #i hope you like! #I'm filling both of these btw #but this one was finished first #no spoilers

[bunnakit]

last twilight ep 10 thoughts, feelings, etc

back at it again at the krispy kreme friends. i cried this episode for so, so many different reasons. i'll also show you guys my raw reactions at the end of this, the insanity you guys don't see because i want you to respect me a little.

i didn't make one of these last week because i felt like that episode didn't need any words. some things you just need to feel and to talk about them cheapens what it truly is. that's not to say i didn't absolutely love everyone's posts and meta, i just thought anything i had to say could be felt in the episode itself and i didn't need to fumble my way through it.

Day is so at peace with what is going on and it's so beautiful to see, but the fact that he has to comfort his mother, that she's held onto this delusion that magically everything is going to be okay, is pretty irksome. she's had bare minimum a year, i think nearly two at this point, to accept the truth and she just hasn't and now it's biting her in the ass. but once again, this is something so realistic. i literally JUST dealt with this myself with my mother-in-law in October. once again P'Aof captures the truth of people and our natures.

and it's no wonder things have been so strained between Day and Night. she constantly forces Night to be Day's jailer, to escort him to his cell because the warden said so. it's a horrible position for her to put Night in and it's no wonder he feels so alone and abandoned by his family. it's no wonder Day resents him. Night is trying so hard to make them both love him again and he's been trapped in the middle of a war of attrition and paying penance for something that is in no way shape or form his fault. and then to later learn she HAS blamed Night? it's a horrible situation for him to be in, something he never deserved.

this was so sexy of Mhok, as most things are. you should have been there. it should have been you doing that for your SON. you should have taken the time to be there for him, to see that sight with him, to give him what he wants. but you weren't. you never are.

Day's mom stresses about Day's safety but safety is about so much more than a physical state of being. Mhok has done so much to ensure Day's mental safety and well being, he's done so much to improve Day's every day life. but that doesn't matter to her because she always refused to acknowledge things had gotten that bad. in another life Day never met Mhok and i wonder if things took a dark turn. i don't think Day was on a good trajectory.

here we reach bunn cries phase 1. i was so worried here that Mhok meant their entire relationship but i'm glad to see he just meant this chapter. they've started a new book together; no longer one about a caretaker and his charge but a man and his lover. what a gorgeous way to convey that journey. P'Aof i love you, do you know?

Night, i know i wasn't sure about you for a long time but you've really become one of my favorite people this episode. even Night can see his mom taking away Day's agency, can see her taking away everything Day has become this last year. he doesn't want his brother to disappear again, he just got him back.

god Day's bravery here. he's become so confident, so self assured, because Mhok taught him that he could be, that his blindness didn't make him weak. i know i say it every week lately but i'm so PROUD.

FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT. the way she took his phone away INFURIATED ME. you're taking away an important tool of freedom and agency from your FULL GROWN ADULT SON. where the fuck do you get off? and talking about doing things her way under her roof. if it was me i would be out of that house so fucking fast, staying with literally anyone else. the tragic thing is Day doesn't have that option. his disability has left him a victim of his mom's bullshit, given her a huge way to control him. it's disgusting, i'm sorry. i've tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for so long but she went way, way too far this episode.

even Night is sick of her shit and knows this is fucked up. Night once again i'm so sorry i doubted you. he knows how good Mhok is for Day and how good they are for each other. Mhok has only ever been kind to Night and i think that has gone a long way in Night's defense of him as well - not that i think he wouldn't have done it without that but i certainly think it has helped.

and what a fucking breakthrough this was. Day once again telling someone 'i see you.' Day is so good at seeing people once he lets go of his preconceived notions an biases. i can't imagine what a relief this was to Night to know it wasn't just his perception of the situation but something other people see and acknowledge. and he brushes it off, says it's because Day's a crying baby, but they both know that's not all of it.

bunn cries phase 2 is here. i BURST into ugly tears at this moment. it wouldn't be bunn meta if i didn't share a personal anecdote so here we go.

ANECDOTE START ->

i mentioned in my last post, prior to episode 9, that my dad was shit. i'm talking had me, an infant, in the middle of a meth den, in the middle of a raid level of bad. one of my earliest memories is a police officer kneeling down and talking to me while i colored in a coloring book and they searched the apartment. (my mom had no idea until a few years ago when a family friend shared this story. he protected me, thank fucking god.) my real dad went on to get clean (as far as i know) but was emotionally abusive among a whole slew of other issues.

when i was two years old my stepdad came into my life. he would've been just 27 at the time. he fell in love with my mom but wasn't sure if he wanted the responsibility of a kid. my mom said okay and broke up with him. they spent months miserable without each other (they've both told me their sides of this story) until my dad said okay, i can do this, and came back. and you know what? he was amazing. he didn't always get it right but he tried. he stayed up and read me The Hobbit and did silly voices for the dwarves and sang the songs and tucked me into bed and he loved me. (we have matching tattoos from that exact copy of The Hobbit, which i still have tucked away safe.)

we butt heads SO MUCH my teenage years. he had a temper and i was depressed and angry and dealing with so much teenage bullshit. but he still took me to breakfast every sunday, just the two of us, and we'd go see movies together. sundays were our day. he always called me his kid and people joked that somehow magically my mom had his kid before even meeting him. we even look alike. we have all the same tastes.

now as an adult we get along really well. (we still butt heads but it's bc we're exactly alike.) he and my mom have been together almost 30 years. he recently came into my office, a little tipsy, and hugged me and spent almost an entire hour telling me how much he loves me, how proud he is of me, how grateful he is that he had me as his kid, how having me is better than any blood child they could've had. (they tried for years but my parents were never able to have any kids.)

<- ANECDOTE END

some of the best family in the world is those that choose to be your family. i was never his responsibility, not really, but he put everything into being my dad. from just this little statement from Night i see so much of my dad in this moment and i couldn't fucking take it.

Night, i love you. i love you so much. he says it so effortlessly, so confidently. what a man.

so i acknowledge here that their mother is finally starting to get it. she's starting to get things right. she even makes Night's favorite food and makes sure he knows he's loved. she takes the time to try and understand Day, to blindfold herself like Mhok did, etc. and i acknowledge it takes people their own time to come to terms with things, to accept things, and maybe her journey of acceptance was a little longer than others.

however.

this scene shows that she always had the option to cancel. she could have always done this for Day. she could have been there. she could have taken him to the mountain and seen the sunset with him. i have to wonder if Mhok's comment really got to her, i have to believe it did. i think she finally realized that she can no longer be the one that's blind. she has to see reality. it's a big step for her and i'm happy but i'm still so annoyed it took this long for it to happen. but hey - parents fuck up. they do. they fuck us up, even if they don't mean to. once again it's something very, very real from P'Aof, even if i don't like it.

my first knee jerk reaction to this moment was wow, she's infantilizing Day again, but then i sat and really thought about it. in the context of this moment, i think this is okay. sometimes it's just nice to be cared for and Day seems completely receptive to it. fuck, i'm 31 and sometimes i just go curl up with my mom and let her pet my hair, sometimes she makes me my favorite food because she knows i had a bad day, sometimes she babies me a little because she knows i'm having a bad day with my disability.

not everything is infantilization. sometimes it's love and care, the only way they know how. sometimes all you want is a parent's familiar love from years ago. so in the context of everything, i think this was a really nice moment to see, Day taking comfort in his mom's love again.

and despite everything Day still managed to see Mhok, to show him he cares, he thought of him, and wouldn't leave him alone. and then he gives him an oven mitt he made himself, he painted himself, because Mhok took him to learn to paint without his sight. they're so fucking beautiful, so kind and gentle and loving to each other. they're so fucking considerate. Day says you're my sun, i believe in you, i'm proud of you, i support you all in one seemingly simple gift.

i'm reserving my thoughts from the preview for next week but i highly doubt things are going to turn out the way they seem to be teasing. i'll wait to see what happens.

as always thank you so much for reading my rambling bullshit. smooches, take care of yourselves, drink water, take your meds, eat something.

tag loves: @nutcasewithaknife @benkaaoi @callipigio @infinitelyprecious

oh yeah here are my raw reactions before i take the time to really think about everything i've watched.

#bunn meta #last twilight #last twilight the series #mhokday #morkday #userjamiec #I'M BACK BITCHES

[egrets-not-regrets]

Kiss the Cook

Lenora returns home late from work to find Erriox had already prepared dinner.

***Dialogue spoken in Gothic language are bolded and italicized.***

Author's Note: Kind of based off of @bispecsual's tag conversation. ?Poor? Erriox is slowly turning into Lenora's househusband.

OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior), Lenora

Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts,

@shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan,

@barn-anon, @sleepyfan-blog

Lenora heaved her exhausted body through the front door. The aroma of something delicious and warm filled her nose. Her spirit lightened, glad to be home, even though her whole body felt weighed down by leaden weights. She dropped her heavy backpack nonchalantly on the floor with a loud thud. 

In the next second, a warm bulk engulfed Lenora, wrapping her in familiar cedar-scented musk. Her own arms automatically came up to wrap around her Astartes’ waist to return the hug. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against his chest like an affectionate cat, “Hey Erriox. It’s good to see you.” Lenora murmured. He was warm, he was so warm. She could fall asleep right there. 

“Same to you.” Erriox rumbled back, idly massaging the back of Lenora’s neck. She hummed appreciatively. His human’s exhaustion was palpable. He had never seen Lenora this tired in all the time since he started living with her. Lenora had explained that the cusp of spring and summer tended to be the busiest time of her work in the field as multiple projects are starting to run at the same time.  

She had left for work an hour before dawn and only now returned in the evening. He heard her dragging footsteps outside and went to greet her as usual. As soon as Lenora entered, she wavered on her feet, looking about to collapse if he wasn’t there to hold her up. It was concerning to say the least, he hoped this wouldn’t be the pattern for her. 

She nuzzled against his torso, “I thought I would get home earlier…sorry, we’ll cook together to-m—?” The rest of her sentence was swallowed by a big yawn. 

Erriox chuckled, “Tomorrow. I’ve prepared dinner today.” 

Lenora looked up at him briefly, a sleepy, loving smile on her face, “You’re so good to me... I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” She wondered out loud. 

The Iron Warrior said nothing. Even after all this time as her bonded Astartes, he still hadn’t gotten used to Lenora’s casual compliments and declarations of love and appreciation (Not that he’s complaining!). It wasn’t that she was insincere, but it felt strange to receive appreciation over such minor easy tasks that, in his opinion, didn’t deserve such a thing. Erriox discussed this with his Iron Warrior brothers as a topic of curiosity before; it seemed a number of his brothers, both loyalists and chaos, felt similarly, even more so among the more recently bonded ones. He wondered if the inferiority and the feeling that they were undeserving of any kindness and appreciation was something passed down from their genesire or a side-effect from all the thankless wars of attrition that they fought. 

What Lenora had said though, Erriox understood. However, he felt their places in that dialogue should have been reversed. She saved him, fed him, helped him source out or acquire what he needed or wanted, invited him into her life, let him take his own time to sort out his feelings before doing so, accepted all of him flaws and all, in essence becoming his home; his small, precious, piece of sanctuary. What more could he ask for? He was the one who was truly undeserving to be bonded to her. 

“I am lucky you are mine…” Erriox murmured as he tightened his embrace around her. If Lenora heard him, she gave no indication other than further relaxing into his arms. 

Thankfully, Lenora’s sleepy mind moved onto another topic, saving Erriox from having to respond further, “It smells wonderful. What did you cook?”

“Beef and vegetable soup.”

“I bet it will taste as good as it smells.” 

“Do not flatter me before you taste it.” Her Astartis replied dryly. Lenora laughed, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten. 

She let go of her Iron Warrior and went straight to get some bowls and spoons, “Shower can wait. I should have a bowl of soup right now and give an honest review then.” She said, grinning. Erriox followed, letting out an amused huff. 

“This is delicious.” She commented after three bites. 

“Are you sure it is not because you are hungry?” He teased her. 

She mock-gasped, “I would never!” then laughed. Lenora looked at her bonded with an exasperated smile, “It would be obvious if I didn’t like something. I think you did a good job on this one.”

Erriox preened at her approval. Lenora devoured the rest of her soup before getting up to serve herself a second helping. She felt a bit more energized now that her hunger was somewhat sated. As she passed by, she playfully snaked her arm loosely in front of Erriox’s neck. She kissed his cheek, “Thank you for the wonderful meal.”

The Iron Warrior caught her hand in his as she pulled away, “You’re welcome.” He said, pressing his lips to her knuckles. A grin formed on his face as he watched a blush rise in Lenora’s cheeks and a bright smile form on her face before she fully pulled away from him. Her expressions always endeared her to him, especially when he catches her off guard.

Lenora laughed to herself as she ladled more soup into her bowl. Would Erriox wear a “Kiss the Cook” apron if she got it for him?

#space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #iron warriors #oc: erriox #oc: lenora

[silveraryuu]

Armored Core 6, and its morality

I don't post much on here but I gotta just get this out of my head. I had a discussion with some people about the endings and their thoughts were nagging in my head.

Armored Core 6 Spoilers ahead, primarily the first two endings (not the True ending, basically)

So, in a circle of people I chat with, some of played Armored Core 6. They've beaten it. And when they were getting to the endings, I would say something like 'welcome to the bad ending' regarding the Fires of Raven ending. A few of them told me that I was wrong to call it that, because we're 'going against Coral, which is obviously evil-- it's a substance that takes over peoples' brains and technology!' But that always struck me as very off. Like, yeah. Coral has that property, but it isn't a bad thing by default. It's used as a drug, used to power machinery, and was used to defend the planet with C-weapons.

BUT the VERY big thing that didn't make sense to me was how said people argued that the Fires of Raven ending was the good ending... when you're not only repeatedly hammered in 'wow, that's kinda fucked up 621, you're gonna destroy my people, my family, and cause a massive explosion of Coral just like the Fires that ravaged Rubicon' by Ayre even before you MAKE the decision for the ending. You are called the 'Monster Who Burned the Stars' at the end. You cause Rubicon to be a dead planet by ramming a giant spaceship-city into a reserve of basically-technomagic-fuel that ALSO houses ascended(?) Rubiconians-- Rubiconians, I add, who didn't choose to have corporations fighting over their natural resources and are basically fighting a war of attrition that's ONLY won by Raven siding with them and fighting for their cause. Even during the fight against Ayre, it's not triumphant in any way, it's somber and heavy, with Ayre lamenting what 621 and her could have done together for the planet, and proclaims you as the Spark of War in Phase 2, realizing what you REALLY ARE to the planet.

The only counterpoint I was given during my conversation with these people was 'well you turn your back on Carla!' And yeah, I like Carla, she's pretty cool-- but she's not doing this for any other reason but fixing her and the Institute's mistakes. She didn't save you because you are YOU-- she saved you because you were the Ace and Final Piece that Walter trained and kept safe. Carla is cool, really helpful, and isn't a bad person, but she's still not acting in a way that's gonna turn out well for the planet of people who are harshly swept up in this hell by the PCA, Corporations, and Overseer. Again, we turn a planet into a 'Dead Planet' in the ending we DO side with her. It ends the war for Coral, but it also ends the entire planet that has Coral. It's erasing the sins of the Institute, but in the almost literally nuclear way.

Please, please give me a sanity check here. Fires of Raven ending is so heavy-handed and obvious with how sinister, somber, dire, and despairing it is. I'm not losing my mind here, am I?

#armored core #armored core 6 #armored core 6 spoilers #armored core 6 ending #AC6 #opinion #ramblings

[bloodofvalyriaarchive]

time for some dnd heavy theorizing about our beloved eddie, the banished

as we all know, we saw eddie die in the upside down, where his body was left. assuming this since there has been no proof of his death or whereabouts in the public eye. but what if there was a way he could be brought back? what if there was a way vecna brought him back?

there is a character in DnD named kas the bloody handed. he was once a human turned vampire during a battle against vecna, as his former first lieutenant turned betrayer. while i understand its not likely we will see eddie roaming hawkin’s as a vampire - this means that kas was at one point vecna’s puppet. all of the creatures in stranger things have their DnD counterpart who don’t LITERALLY have all the attributes of said counterpart. before eddie is killed by bats (a link to kas’ vampirism in DnD) he plays master of puppets by metallica. which you would think has no literal bearing on the story at hand... unless that is foreshadowing eddie’s fate in the upside down after death. eddie has bats tattooed on his arm, along with the master of puppets himself.

and not only that but while eddie is fighting and is eventually slain in the upside down, hopper picks up a sword which has a striking resemblance to the sword of kas. and imo there was a lot of emphasis on it as hopper picked it up off the ground... based on the prior fights that had happened in the pit there literally could have been anything there, an axe or WHATEVER. (there was actually nothing in the pit when joyce and hopper got down there so it almost seemed like it appeared in front of him, but that could be an oversight on the show productions part.) but THIS sword is what hopper picks up from the ground, as eddie is in the upside down keeping the bats off to the best of his ability.

A BIT OF A RESEMBLANCE, NO? i’m going share some stuff from the kas section of the greyhawk wiki.

“Kas is perhaps best known for the infamous artifact that bears his name, the Sword of Kas. The Sword of Kas first appeared in the Original D&D supplement, Eldritch Wizardry.  It was one of the first artifacts detailed for the Dungeons & Dragons game. The sword has been updated many times and has even been the object of quests as in the adventure Vecna Lives. The sword, variously described as a short sword, longsword, or greatsword, was crafted by Vecna. The blade is said to have been magically honed to a razor's edge, enhanced the wielder's strength, and could be used to call down lightning bolts from any storm clouds that might be overhead. The sword itself is intelligent, possessing a vile and murderous spirit. “

“After years of loyal service to Vecna, Kas eventually turned betrayer. It is said that the sword itself whispered to Kas, convincing him to slay his master and usurp his power. The battle destroyed Vecna's Rotting Tower, cost the lich his left hand and eye, and Kas himself was flung across the multiverse to Vecna's Citadel Cavitius on the Quasielemental Plane of Ash. The time he spent so close to the Negative Energy Plane changed him into a vampire, and he decided he would be called "Kas the Destroyer." “

eddie, the banished → eddie, the bloody handed → eddie, the destroyer

“When Vecna was defeated during his bid for control of Oerth, Kas was freed from his centuries of imprisonment, only to find himself facing a shapeless wall of mist. When it cleared, he was master of the domain of Tovag, across the Burning Peaks from Vecna's domain of Cavitius. Kas waged an endless war of attrition with Vecna's forces in the hopes of retrieving the Sword of Kas from Vecna's citadel, where he erroneously believed Vecna held it.”

“According to Dragon #341, when Vecna escaped from Cavitius, both realms were destroyed (explaining, in-fiction, their absence from 3rd edition Ravenloft). Kas was caught up in the destruction and very nearly obliterated; he survives only as a vestige, a soul outside time and space whose powers can be used by users of magic known as binders.”

i think there is a very high possibility we will see eddie munson, albeit changed, in season 5. there is also an additional theory linked to peter gabriel’s cover of “heroes” which plays in season one when it is believed that will has passed after his decoy body was found in the lake. this song also played after hopper “died” in season 3.. this song is also apparently heard after eddie has passed in the upside down. i’m not sure if this is confirmed because i was literally bawling my eyes out after and could have missed it so if anyone has an answer to this, please let me know!!

anyways with all of this symbolism it would be honestly pretty bonkers if it’s not true. this would give eddie a chance to fight in hawkin’s against vecna, in front of everyone, finally proving who he really was in life. even if at the end of it he is also destroyed. i know we all miss our boy and i just think this would be such a cool way to finish his arc as a true and known hero. which is what he DESERVES!

#eddie munson #st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things theory #stranger things meta #stranger things #dungeons & dragons #vecna #kas the bloody handed #sword of kas

[warsofasoiaf]

Russia has demonstrated that they can inevitably attrite ukraine. defeating Russia would require a radical expansion of ukrainian offensive capabilities far above the threshold that Putin will seek nuclear escalation. unless biden is prepared to end the world (over ukraine and not Chinese Taipei or Israel as he is willing to), how do propose "beating" CSTO .

This is cute. Russian cope always has this distinct flavor of "we're a great power and we can't be beaten," despite the fact that Russia has experienced numerous failures and has largely been exposed as an incompetent military power.

Frankly speaking, CSTO doesn't really need to be beaten. Given that Kazakhstan has dismissed CSTO troops and Armenia largely sees no hope for CSTO, the world has largely seen Russian security commitments as worthless - they are incapable of fulfilling said agreements given that Russia has largely bled out its force in Ukraine. It's a zombie organization, shuffling on in a semblance of life as opposed to an actual living organization. I predict it largely collapses as Russia loses the ability to influence the near-abroad and Central Asia seeks other partners that can actually fulfill obligations to ally nations.

I don't think Russia has demonstrated the ability to attrit Ukraine. In fact, given the numerical superiority, any competent military would have succeeded their battlefield objectives relatively easily, even if they lost the peace and occupation to come after. Avdiivka was supposed to fall - Russia kept saying it was, and it hasn't. As I've mentioned before, Russia is an incapable force conventionally and has been for a long time. Economically, they're weak and coring out their economy to sustain their fool's crusade. Militarily, they're sluggish, uncreative, and reduced to begging Iran and North Korea for aid to conquer a country with a fraction of the size and manpower, had no navy to speak of and the faintest wisp of an air force. In a conventional conflict, Russia has no advantages against a NATO country other than perhaps the zeal to throw themselves on the enemy's spears - an emotion that only comes from the realization that you live in Russia.

Fact of the matter is, revitalizing the defense industrial base and actually producing HIMARS and other quality armaments would be more than enough to destroy Russia, and wouldn't even reach the Russian nuclear escalation as defined in Russian doctrine. Hell, if we actually had courage in our foreign policy establishment, Russia would have been defeated and sued for peace already as the aid shipments quadrupled. That would be better off for the whole world, including Russia. Especially for the minority populations Russia keeps sending off to die so the elites in St. Petersburg and Moscow don't have to feel the consequences of their actions.

I don't fear nuclear escalation because Russia isn't willing to end the world because the elites like having their vast wealth and the wide array of perks that it offers access to. They wouldn't do it just because they can't have Ukraine. Honestly, Russia should count its lucky stars that they have a nuclear deterrent, otherwise China would have invaded it already to seize resources from the Central Siberian Basin. Alas for the rest of us, Russia was free in the 1990's to launch damn fool wars in Central Asia and Eastern Europe to reassert its own imperialist glories, rather than being brought to heel. Alas, now it can continue to pretend it's anything other than a decrepit excuse for a country run by a wannabe tsar with a Napoleon complex crying over the fact that his country lost the Cold War and no one fears or respects the Russian bear. Boo-hoo. In the words of your fearless leader after the Beslan school siege where you simply mowed down your own people because you couldn't handle a single hostage operation: "You've shown yourselves to be weak, and the weak get beaten."

Also, as a pro-tip: the verb attrite means to wear down by use (as in to wear down a tool through using it for hours on end). You want the verb attrit, which means to use sustained offensive pressure to weaken an opponent. You might want to brush up on your English; this goes double against someone who not only takes great pleasure in laughing at Russian trolls but someone who actually studies the terminology of military science.

Cry more, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#russia #troll #pathetic

[alicent-vi-britannia]

My interpretation of this fragment of the opening "World End": the ideological confrontation between Schneizel, Charles and Lelouch

This fragment is my favorite part of the fifth opening of Code Geass, "World End", performed by FLOW. After having thoroughly analyzed the series, I think I finally understand the meaning of these shots.

Considering that the openings of an anime are in relation to the ongoing events of the same, I'm sure that this set of shots makes a direct allusion to the clash of perspectives of Charles, Schneizel and Lelouch that will manifest in the two deeply ideological confrontations that occur in the finale: in the Sword of Akasha with Charles in episode 21 and the battle for control of the world with Schneizel in the remaining episodes. What is at issue here? Human nature, as it couldn't be otherwise. I explain…

Both Charles and Schneizel feel enormous contempt for the human race for different reasons.

For Charles's part, he believes that men are liars. His philosophy is based on the fact that the suffering of the world comes from lies and, for this reason, his plan is to destroy the Collective Unconscious, which is a collection of masks and characters that people use in front of others, to eliminate the anyone's ability to pretend to others and, therefore, force people to be themselves. The problem with this plan is that Charles would be altering human nature, since, as Lelouch says in their discussion, lies are part of human beings. So would be suppressing free will.

On Schneizel's side, thinks men want to be controlled and it is for that reason that he creates the Damocles, this floating fortress armed with F.L.E.I.J.A warheads, to force peace. However, it wouldn't be a true peace, in reality it would be a form of control through fear, because, basically, the Damocles would be like a gun at the back of everyone's head: "obey me or suffer the consequences." In certain way, Schneizel's plan also nullifies free will.

Hence Charles and Schneizel and the world where they stand are painted in two colors. They both have a very petty, Manichean view of human beings. "Men are bad and only I, who am good, know what is best for them."

And then Zero/Lelouch appears, emerging as the champion of humanity. Lelouch's entire plan, in fact, is based on the will of human beings because, technically, the Zero Requiem doesn't bring peace, but rather clears the way for peace to be the easiest and most convenient option for everyone, does it? And how do he do it? Unifying all powers through hatred towards a common enemy, disarming said powers by making them ally with the United Nations Federation and unleashing a war so fierce that it would push everyone to their limit to the point of attrition.

It's at this point where the subnormal on duty comes in to say: "and why didn't Lelouch stay as emperor of the world, if he was the most intelligent and the most capable? Ha, ha, ha! How stupid." Because that is the core of his narrative arc and the beautiful reflection that Code Geass leaves at the end, Larry. If Lelouch used his powers (both the politician and the Geass) to strip the world of all its means to fight and take it hostage, how was he different from the villains?

Precisely, the world could have entered another war and Lelouch's sacrifice could have been in vain. However, Lelouch had full confidence that people would choose peace because, as he explains to his brother in the battle for control of the world, people continually and actively seek happiness.

Lelouch understood that peace couldn't be imposed, even with the best of intentions. Not just because the world couldn't progress like that, but because that wasn't the way to address the problem.

The route Lelouch took was the only one that addressed the root of the problem. He understood that the world had fallen to a state where fighting one's neighbor was the immediate response to disputes. Even if Lelouch took away their weapons, as long as there was a reason to fight, people would do it.

Lelouch knew this, so he took away that reason by becoming a greater evil than all that came before him and by removing them from the equation, he could set the world on the path to recovery. Conflicts would still occur, yes, that is inevitable; but the world would have the opportunity to make changes to ensure that is the last resort. Instead of forcing the world to change, Lelouch would give their political landscape a factory reset and make the world want to change itself.

Lelouch understood that human beings are quite complex and that they value willpower. For that reason, he relinquishes control and leaves the decision to do what they want with the world in the hands of people. Lelouch surely thought that within a few years a war could happen. He wasn't so idealistic. He knew that the Zero Requiem and hope were no guarantee of eternal peace. But Lelouch had faith that the people left behind (Zerozaku, Kallen, Cornelia, Nunnally, Ohgi…) would do everything they could to make things better. And, therefore, various colors illuminate where Zero is standing. The people aren't white or black, they aren't red or blue, not even gray, they are of various colors, which seems to me to be a symbolic sample of the optimistic approach of the anime and which also serves as a nice reminder of the first Code Geass opening: "Colors".

That's what Code Geass is about, Julia. Recognize and admire the power of the will. Beautiful, if you ask me.

#code geass: hangyaku no lelouch #lelouch lamperouge #code geass: lelouch of the rebellion #code geass #lelouch vi britannia #lelouch

[liesmyth]

do you have any fic recs for the OG lyctor's ascension or dios apate!

Dios Apate

i will climb the palm tree; i will take hold of its fruit. by elpisflower; rated E

It’s just that—well! The last person who moved inside her is dead, her eyes stolen inside of Mercymorn’s reflection every single day, but besides that—John is too skittish, too reverent, his hands on her waist with an awed shyness that doesn’t suit him.

Kill God, Then We'll Talk by xaalenka; rated E

Dios Apate major from Augustine's POV

Sacrament by @naryrising; rated E

Augustine feels sure she chose this position partly for practicality, but partly so he couldn't avoid looking at her. He makes eye contact deliberately, like an attack, and is mildly gratified when Mercy looks away first. She disguises it as a careless toss of her head, her rose gold hair tumbling back, but Augustine recognizes a flinch when he sees it.

sweet as cherry wine by @darlingofdots; rated E

You had let the Saint of Patience bring the wine, which had been a mistake.

This War of Attrition by @seven-syntheseas; Augustine/John/Mercy longfic, rated E (30k, complete)

attrition (n.): 1. sorrow for one’s sins stemming from a motive other than that of the love of God; 2. friction.

Or, put simply: Dios Apate. Major.

That delightful subgenre of Dios Apate fic that is "Mercymorn and Augustine talk about threesomes and maybe fuck about it while fantasizing about John"

come rip up the flesh from my fears by @darlingofdots; rated E, planning Dios Apate major

The Emperor Undying's First and Second Saint discuss a hypothetical. Hypothetically.

desire followed the glance by @augustmourn; rated E, post Dios Apate minor

“I’ve always thought you’d be particularly good at putting someone over your knee.”

The Offering by @saint-of-joy; rated E, planning Dios Apate major

“Yes, I know,” he said, wearily. “It’s the pretending. It’s demeaning to playact at finding you tolerable.”

“Precisely!!” said Mercy with an emphatic gesture. “I cannot abide Teacher thinking that we’ve settled into domestic bickering after millennia at each other’s throats.”

Mercy and Augustine have a late-night conversation. It devolves from there.

two slow dancers, last ones out by opinionhaver; rated E, post Dios Apate minor

Mercymorn made a noise that was almost a laugh. “Not even two hours ago you were quite the exhibitionist.”

Augustine smiled thinly without opening his eyes. “Does that make you my voyeur?”

Lyctoral ascension

Approaching the Roche Limit by @cadmean; rated E, CNTW, post Lyctoral ascension, Augustine/John dubcon

Every time Augustine closes his eyes, he sees his brother. Every time he opens them and is unfortunate enough to look in a mirror, too. John would really rather he didn't.

Ascension by @rnanqo; rated M, major character death (suicide cw)

Mercymorn is on the brink of cracking the ultimate necromantic theorem. She has no time for parties--unless it would delight her cavalier to go. And Mercymorn would do anything for Cristabel.

Commandments by @catharsis-in-a-bottle; rated T, CNTW (implied suicide)

1. Thou shalt kneel

The point at which Cristabel's love becomes whet as a weapon is the point at which there is no return, especially if she should turn the weapon inward upon herself.

rip my ribcage open (devour what was hers) by @darlingofdots; rated E, grief sex, Mercy/Pyrrha

Sometimes you just ate your cavalier, the love of your life, and you just need to feel something, anything.

Thus Entwined by @catharsis-in-a-bottle; rated T, CNTW

Augustine stares out past the lichen-eaten railing and down into the water. At last, he becomes conscious of his wallowing, to which there is only one proper response: Fuck this. I am finding Alfred, and I am changing something, anything - God knows stagnancy kills.

Or: the Lyctorhood of the Quinque brothers.

you made it (you played it) by Marenke; rated M, CNTW

Mercymorn was the first to crack the theory of God’s immortality alongside Cassiopeia. Augustine, later - when it doesn’t matter anymore -, will say it was him and Cassiopeia, but Mercymorn kept the carefully dated paperwork with her. After all, it was, in all but name, Cristabel’s death certificate.

Wildcard rec!

Not strictly speaking about Lyctoral ascension but Mercy and Augustine's Cake Simulator! by @reconditarmonia is a brilliant work of interactive fiction about love and grief (and baking as a distraction!) and you should absolutely check it out

#Anonymous #tlt fic #fic recs #dios apate #mercymorn #augustine #tlt #ask

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 22)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | unprotected sex | cockwarming

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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NOTE: This contains narration.

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​You had no idea how long you'd been sitting on Satoru's lap, his engorged dick remaining in​side you, flesh on flesh. He wanted to try fucking you raw and thought it a good idea to challenge you to another bet. By this point, it was a war of attrition, with the two of you waiting for the other to give in and make the first move. The way your legs were positioned was killing you, and you seriously just wanted it to be over.

"You know you're at a disadvantage here, so why even make this deal with me?" you had taunted him earlier, but he seemed confident in himself as he said, "You'll be begging me to move sooner than you think."

Satoru was playing dirty, agitating you by shifting on the couch underneath you, claiming he was just adjusting his position. He was, of all things, fiddling with his phone while you just clung to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders while your head rested on the crook of his neck.

If there was one thing you absolutely liked about Gojo Satoru without question, it's the way he always smelled good, and you weren't referring to his cologne. He could do without it, and he'd always smell clean and fresh, like morning dew on grass or rain in a bamboo thicket. As much as it annoys you when he would run his mouth when he pulls one of his outrageous antics, his scent calmed you down and, at that moment, distracted you enough not to beg for him to just fuck you to next week.

"I'm bored," you murmured against the bare skin of his hard chest. That was the least thing you were feeling there with him, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Want me to move now? I thought I was gonna lose here." He chuckled, the way his body reverberated driving you to the edge, much like the friction against your walls when he would shift. "Just say the words."

You abruptly pulled away from him. "How long are we gonna keep this up?"

Satoru smirked, his blue eyes hungrily shifting to your lips. "That's up to you, no?" He gave you a peck, but before he could entirely move away, you raked your fingers through his hair, tugging to keep him steady.

"Ooh, feisty!"

"Shut up." You moved closer and deepened the kiss then, not caring what the consequences would be. You knew you were putty in his hands once he started moving his tongue to taste you while his hands moved to play with your breasts underneath your shirt. Your little make-out session was becoming more heated, and before you knew it, you were grinding your hips against his.

At that, he gripped you by the waist, a triumphant smile spreading across his mouth. "You lose." He ground you harder onto him, and that was the last straw, making you moan wantonly.

"I don't care, baby. Just fuck me like you mean it."

A growl ripped through his throat as he stood up, carrying you to bed, mindlessly walking as he kissed you like a starved man.

"Satoru, hurry."

"I got you, sweet cheeks."

He took long strides, placing you on the bed without pulling out of you. He placed both of your legs over his shoulders as he maneuvered your body into a mating press. And then, finally, he pulled out of you until only the tip of his cock remained. The friction was enough to make you lose your breath, pulling a choked-out cry from you when he slammed back in.

His name spilled from your lips as he rammed in and out of you, spurring him over and over again to go faster, harder until you were teetering at the edge. You watched his cock slip in and out of you, the stretch and drag within your walls whenever he enters making you incoherent.

And in your fucked out state, your eyes slowly moved to Satoru's face, his white locks matting against his forehead and his mouth slightly parted, panting as he guided you to ecstasy. The little sounds he makes were pretty, you find yourself thinking as you reached out to touch his face. And what a beautiful man he was.

"…toru, kiss me," you whispered, and if he wasn't looking at you, he would have missed it and the way you smiled at him in a daze, making his heart race and for his movements to stutter. Nonetheless, he complied, savoring how you tasted and felt, holding onto him like your life depended on it.

"Oh god, sweetheart, I'm close," he told you in staggered breaths.

"M-me, too."

He looked at you, the blue of his eyes nothing but rings around his blown-out pupils. "Baby, fuck…where do you want me to –"

"Inside," you told him. "Cum inside me."

"Huh?" He looked incredulous but pistoned into you like there was no tomorrow anyway. "You sure?"

Your response was nothing but a weak nod as you let out a high-pitched moan, feeling that familiar feeling of being on the brink, your breath snagging as he drove into you harder, hitting that spot he was sure would make you come undone. One last stroke was all it took before you were cumming around him, the way you were squeezing, making him follow right after. You felt unbelievably full as he rode you through your high, thick ropes of his seed painting your walls white until you were leaking with your mixed essences despite his dick still inside you.

Satoru collapsed on top of you, broken laughter escaping his lips in hot puffs of air against your neck. "Damn, that was so good."

The two of you stayed that way for a bit, catching your breath while you played with his hair, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the companionable silence.

"Can I stay the night?" he asked softly, to which you nodded wordlessly. "Yeah?"

"Yes, Satoru." You shrugged. "We can binge on snacks while we watch something or whatever."

"Sounds good. But first…" He pulled away but lifted you with him, still buried in you. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

You merely laughed as you held onto him. "I'd like that."

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[sofiiel]

In a different universe, Chrissy Cunningham would have eaten Angela alive.

As Chrissy never struck me as the snobbish type of popular if Angela had gone to Hawkin's High and tried to be a little horror to El or anyone else for that matter.

It would have been over for her.

Chrissy's got bite, and she's had to deal with an emotionally abusive mother all her life. Seeing Angela torment El would have sent Chrissy off.

She knows just what type of person Angela is and knows her vile attitude stems from the girl's own insecurities and perceived failures.

Chrissy wouldn't stoop down to Angela's level too far, but it would be a war of attrition.

Angela tries to join the cheer team and of course, Chrissy gives the girl a chance to tryout. But rumors have already spread around the cheer squad about how Angela targets people, and the cheer team is against that for the health and solidarity of the team.

So Chrissy lets the cheer squad vote ~ Angela is rejected from the cheer squad by her peers.

From there in the lunchroom, if Angela was on a mocking streak, Chrissy would make it a point to pass bye and show her disapproval by publically being accepting to Angela's target. Maybe even going so far as to say "Hey, come sit with us" and leading said person over to her table.

Meaning, Angela was just seen by the whole school making fun of or tormenting a friend of the golden circle.

Little things like this would add up until Angela would not walk the halls without students murmuring about her or turning up their nose towards her.

Once Angela had lost the war, Chrissy would find her and talk to her one on one. And by the end of it Maybe Angela would understand how harmful her behavior was. Because I think Chrissy would use her inner mean girl and her own experiences to get Angela to open up and realize just why she feels the need to be so mean to other girls.

And if that didn't work, Chrissy would simply drag her.

#chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham headcanon #angela stranger things

[searchingforserendipity25]

For the ship ask, Galadriel and Celeborn?

thank you nonnie <3

for galadriel/celeborn, oh boy, as much as i love a good dramatic reveal and consequent shattering and rebuilding of trust, i think celeborn, who is markedly distrustful, having the strangest certainty that the arawinfian princess is hiding something is really interesting. he courts her both as a political move, a way to find out what she's hiding, but of course he is wildly attracted to her.

they have incredible chemistry constantly. teasing and prickling exchanges veiled in politeness, a game of will, eyes on eyes while dancing, inevitably drawn back into each other's mouth as the music stops and lingers in the air....most importantly, galadriel is melian's apprentice, and is willing to go to extreme lenghts to make certain that does not stop.

her ambitions of a new kingdom of her own are challenged when she is actually living in the kingdom of doriath - she has to face the wild arrogance of her younger self's desires, the coldness and ruthlessness she has learned on the ice, the horrible isolation when separated from the tight-knitted culture of the host that made the crossing, the cultural differences, melian's many tasks and challenges to make her students prove themselves...

celeborn is far from her first priority, which is telling, because she is very aware he might be her ticket to queenship. but she fully wants to rule alone, at that time; her trust is very, very hard to come by, and it makes trusting her hard. cultural assimilation while being true to the identity she betrayed is a Lot for a young sorcerer's apprentice to keep up with, and lord celeborn's scrutiny is more of a hindrance (as are her feelings for him....)

celeborn's first love is always the land, galadriel's is knowledge. that is how they are happy. doriath loves him; doriath loves galadriel too, in time, but always celeborn best.

later on, they get together. later on, celeborn fades a little when beleriand dies, and galadriel flourishes in middle earth. it gets hard; it gets better. celebrían finally happens, only because they are certain of the safety they have built. later later on, they separate when celeborn refuses to cross moria to join his family - really, they break up during the whole eregion dispute, partly due to sauron's bad vibes infecting relationships as per melkor, partly relationship attrition building up.

get back together after the war, build lothlórien - plant it, more like, and whatever is said of him, celeborn is an excellent gardener, whispers to the seeds in their own languages, is beloved by ferns and wild grasses everywhere he goes. galadriel gets her kingdom and her king (less powerful than her), her defiance and her slow defeat, the ring that keeps summer alive and saps a little of her soul.

it's like, fine. they are old marrieds by then, speak more in mind than aloud, have started moving and even looking a little alike. far less so than most elvish couples married that long.

they are fully individual people, and celeborn's decision to stay in middle earth isn't a tragic end so much as the thing they both knew was always going to happen. celeborn sang the saplings to tallness, and it will be celeborn who sings them to the long sleep of winter; and then he, too, will lay down between their roots, and join his wandering spirit to theirs. and galadriel will diminish, in the west, and be galadriel only, as he named her; and he will come to her in dreams every night, and sometimes a slant of tall light heavy with the smell of summer and golden flowers comes to her. which is far better than death and sweeter than divorce, and really the ideal end to every marriage.

#galadriel #celeborn #galadriel/celeborn

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #20: The Art of the Booby Trap

Prompt: hamper || Master Post || On AO3

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“Cid, honeybuns,” Rereha said, impressed despite herself, “what the fuck.”

She hung suspended by one ankle from one of the rafters in the ceiling, swinging slightly from side to side from slowly reducing momentum. Her arms and pigtail braids dangled and her stockman’s hat had ended up on the floor and like, honestly. This was kind of doing some really nice things to her spine.

Cid had flailed and fallen out of his chair at her ungodly shriek when the booby trap had sprung, and he was pushing himself off the floor now. “Seven fucking hells, Rereha, knock!” he said, scowling.

“I’ve never had to before!” she said, waving her hands, and cursing when all it did was start to spin her around. “Fuck’s sake, I expect this kind of bullshit from Nero!”

The engineer grumbled something too low for her to pick up the words, but Rereha’s ears perked anyway. “Oh, my fucking gods,” she cackled. “Cidolfus Garlond, did you get this idea from Nero? Did you get strung up like a dodo because you didn’t knock and you wanted to return the favor?”

“We are in a war of attrition over correcting one another’s blueprints,” Cid said, wading through the detritus of his lab—multiple drafting tables, boxes of spare parts, the half-built prototype of a new airship engine—to where the cable holding her up was tied off. “And so far, the bloody bastard’s winning.”

“Well, no shite, gumdrop,” Rereha said. Now that she knew to look for traps… Good gods, this was actually kind of sad. One, two, three, four, five, six… “You are a smart, creative man, Cid, but you don’t have a couple decades of experience as a fucking Frumentarium commander.”

Cid snarled something particularly foul in Garlean. Rereha yanked at her Echo to keep it from translating.

“Cid.”

A grunt.

“Ciiiiid.”

Another grunt.

“Cid. Cid Cid Cid Ciddy Cid. Ciiiiiiiiiid. Sugarplum. Buttercup. Hot stuff.”

Cid turned to glare at her, hands on his hips. She hadn’t seen him in this foul of a mood in a long, long time.

Awww. He really wasn’t used to being shown up so thoroughly by Nero, was he? A little humility was good for him, gods only knew he was ridiculously overdue for it, but it was definitely time to level the playing field. Especially before Nero’s ego raged out of control.

Rereha stuck out her arms. “M’ere.”

Cid sighed heavily, shoulders slumping, but he obeyed, weaving back across the lab to stand in front of her. She was short enough that even strung up like this, she was at eye level with him, and points to him for that, it would mean Nero would be just above the floor, and she could appreciate that kind of pettiness. But, focus!

She reached out and held his face in her hands. Gods, this was a little weird doing it upside down, but whatever. Needs must and all that. “Snookums, what is my day job?”

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You have a day job?”

“Cidolfus fucking Garlond, I swear to Nald’thal. Day job, full rank, I am making a point, go.”

“All right, all right! Scout-Captain for the Gods’ Quiver assigned to the Yellow Serpents Division of the Order of the Twin Adders. And then some logistics headache that means you’re also on permanent retainer to the Scions, even though that’s no longer official.”

“Correct! Which means that this kind of thing? Spotting traps, setting traps, and so on? Kind of what I get paid for.”

Cid furrowed his brows at her and wow, his eyebrows had gotten bushy. God, he should shave, go back to being baby-faced for a while to remind everyone he was just shy of forty and not seventy. “Offering to help?” he said, only a little skeptical.

(Which, fair, she wasn’t even mad, she had more recently been on the Nero side of the engineering war. But Nero kept coming up with upgrades for her monster turret bow, and she couldn’t say no to that.)

“Of course!” She batted her eyelashes. “Nero needs taking down a peg, and I’m always up for a little industrious chaos. Get Synnove on the linkpearl, too, she probably has a few tricks with aether-locks she’d be willing to dole out if she knows it’s for a good cause.”

“You are,” Cid said, finally starting to smile, a real, proper smile, “a very ridiculous creature.”

“It’s why you love me,” Rereha said with her most winning smile, and gave his cheeks a pat.

Cid snorted and said, "Jessie is going to kill us, but I suppose in your book, that just adds spice to things, doesn't it?" She cackled as her only response, and he was still smiling as he stepped away in the direction of the shelf where he kept his linkpearl.

Rereha blinked, and huffed.

“Cid?”

“Yeah?”

“Get me down.”

“Oh, shite, right, sorry, sorry—”

“Gently! Gently, you son of a biiIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAA!”

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tes·​ta·​ment noun a: a tangible proof or tribute b: an expression of conviction

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izzy hands playlist; annotations, tracklist, and details under the cut

Updated 10/16/2023: literally so much manchester orchestra towards the end. but it's MY playlist I'll do what I want

A lot of kind of emotional, dark, passionate ed/izzy in this. So just keep that in mind :) This playlist was started last year. I think all of the songs fit still, but if you're looking for the more season 2 oriented content, I will mark the songs added since it aired. Hope you enjoy! It's nearly six hours I think I have a disease.

As per the uzsh the genres run the gambit. don't say I didn't warn you - All This Time / The Beta Machine

When you rose up this morning Did you take it for granted That I'd be there when you woke? That I'd still be there when you woke? [...] If you want me to adore you Better get up off the floor now I've said all I've had to say But maybe there's some better way

- Lost at Sea / Kellermensch

The war is over and I lost I learned the hard way not to trust It's getting easier every day To watch you slip further away

- You Should Have Known I'd Leave / Vast

Love is cold Love is blind Love is a sea And I don't know what you want But I know it's not me

- Blown Minded / Young Galaxy

In my heart I have lived without aught It's been the war of attrition Between a small-minded fool And sublime intuition

- Breathe / Puscifer

honestly lads I don't know what to say it just goes ok sorry

- Holy My Hand / UNKLE

- Touched / Vast

The razors and the dying roses Plead I don't leave you alone The demi-gods and hungry ghosts Oh god, god knows I'm not at home I'll never find someone quite like you, again I'll never find someone quite like you, again

- The Rat / Dead Confederate

This fucking song. I added it over a year ago but holy shit, has season 2 made it that much crazier. Honestly the entire song is just so... i don't even know what to tell ya tbh I would paste the whole song here if I could Shoot from the back And take good aim Make sure I'm dead Bang Bang 'Cause I'm a rat There's no mistake Under the bed Where you sleep Crush the skull And make me tame Sweep it up Hide it away No morals shown In no way explained Stupid human Shit for brains I am going feral over this song and how it slides in so neatly for season 2 so far (as of posting this, episode 3) I'll follow you Into the grave And at the gates I see the passing say "The judge be judged And all the wretched be saved" I throw my curse All across your days <3 ty for coming to my ted talk

- Lovesong / Snake River Conspiracy

might be a little controversial since it's a cover of the original by the cure, but this is more the kind of music I tend to listen to so that's what's in the playlist lol.

- Structure of Love II (Renholdër Remix) / VOWWS

Take a look at me now Have I disappeared? Is this the structure of love? Are you in here? I can't get you out of my mind Your love is so hard to define

- Tusk / Fleetwood Mac

I've said it before, I'll say it again. PERFECT edizzy song. If you think this is a stede/ed song you're wrong get the fuck outta here

- Bleak / Death Machine

Hold my breath Known I am one of the walking dead you say In my chest, there is a bombing It's made of flesh it's made of flesh

- The End Is Begun / 3

Watch what you say Words can be heard from your grave Pluck from a fist full of straws You cannot resist your tragic flaws And you said what you said That I'd be better off dead Than be fed into the furnace Of the monster Shall I cry, shall I die Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace Of the monster

- Breadwinner / BEA1991

- Martyr / Roniit, Saint Mesa

Drop all your hunger, kill your dues So give me shelter, give me proof I'll be the martyr and the muse All of your sorrow, I'll consume

- Man Overboard / Puscifer

- Ennoea / Keluar

- Complicated End Times / O'Brother

You can try and measure what I do By the sweat in my brow But you don’t know a thing about me You want to snuff the fire out

- Goliath / Woodkid

A sustained heart pain and a dark fever How did I get fooled by such a savage curse? The more I forgive you, the more it backfires Now you're dancing through the smoke like nothing else matters

- Beat And The Pulse / Austra

- Spellwork / Austra

I work alone saving my soul If yesterday hurts, tomorrow is worse Send me a sign, for my body's aligned I'm ready to waste all my limbs and my face My pores are wide open And bleed for your potion Spellwork and lies

- Feral Love / Chelsea Wolfe

Your eyes black like an animal Black like an animal Crossing the water Lead them to die

- Drift / So Below

Even if you change your mind It doesn't have to mean that it's over Even when the moment's gone I feel the same Even when you bite your tongue It doesn't have to mean that it's over Even if it all goes wrong I feel the same way, hey

- Dancer in the Dark / Scratch Massive

Where did you go? My mind is gone I'm dancing in the dark Just silent and grey It's just silent and grey

- The More I Sleep, The Less I Dream / We Were Promised Jetpacks

I lost all hope I left it with someone, some time, somewhere ago And I picture it now The house on the hill, with nobody wandering around And I cry like hell I'm hugging the floor and pretending there's somebody else The more I sleep The less I dream The closer I feel Oh my word I'm nothing but a curse Oh my word I'm nothing but a-

- Ship in a Bottle / fin

Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel I feel scared and I'm starting to sink And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

- Toma / Puscifer

Stole my patience, stole my pride Snatched the rhythm from my stride Kicked my certainty up the middle Knocked the wind out of my romantic side Hopes and wishes set aflame What's your purpose here, whatcha hope to gain? Took my dignity, you took my dignity Burned a lover so earned an enemy

- The Shore / Woodkid

I walked all day along the shore I was made for loving you I drown my pain in alcohol How could you feel the same way too? My feet will not walk anymore So I guess you ought to know the truth I wonder what I am made for If I'm not meant to be with you

- Restless (16BL Remix) / UNKLE, Josh Homme

Well, I'm all restless but I don't care You don't like me much, well, me neither You go read my mind like some kind of God You live, let's have you trippin' on the same one you lost

- Ship To Wreck / Florence + The Machine

And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I said? I can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I did? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build a ship to wreck?

- Lies / CHVRCHES

Always, we can sing, we can make time Old songs, flood and flame, you could be mine But you got to show me both knees, skin and bone Clothe me, throw me, move me 'til I can sell you lies You can't get enough Make a true believer of Anyone, anyone, anyone I can call you up If I feel alone I can feed your dirty mind Like I know, like I know what you want

- The End / The Beta Machine

A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me If all that's left of you is in my head This is more than a bad dream The end of all I know

- Jealous Sea / MEG MYERS

This whole song... like bruh lmfao Everything's right, everything's wrong When you call my name I can't handle the thought of always being gone When I'm wearing this ring And I want to go out, I want to get drunk Being in love and I don't want to fight But nothing makes sense anymore And I don't think I can stop the jealousy When it comes, it comes like waves and I can't breathe And I don't think I can stop the jealousy When it runs, it runs like lightening through my teeth I want you to tell me what to do I want you to tell me what you need When you look at me like you do Don't leave, I just can't get enough I just can't get enough

- Holy Water / Zippermouth

I don't want you to save me from the demons only you seem to see But don't you dare take my pride away and strip me of my sanity I'm calling all of you out I'm calling out of you in To the party of unnatural sin And my imperfections scare you, I can see it in your eyes Water That burns my bastard mind 'Cause I can love as good as one can love someone In a perfect world is one I will love myself before I will love you

- Die For You / VALORANT, Grabbitz

Now there's only one thing I can do Fight until the end like I promised to Wishing there was something left to lose This could be the day I die for you

- Choke / Hybrid

I'm not explaining myself to you

- Give It Up / Black City Lights

The fever's own Filling in my bones and my blood It's enough But I still can't take it off It's sickening Hands around my neck And my chest is burning with my breathing

- Elijah / Blood Red Shoes

- Love You Wrong / Husky Loops

I've thought about it all along I am sure I love you wrong

- Autumn / Bear In Heaven

Silent romance guided by chance, just like everything Altogether would it ever suffocate the pain?

- Hands On The Bible / Local H

Hands on the Bible Scared like a child God holds you liable For what you've done Homicidal Stared down your idols A pretty baby Never born You can't believe it You didn't mean it But they saw you do it And they know your name

- Touch / July Talk

I want to make some space underneath my skin Cut me open, I can let you in Should I let myself be torn in two? And will you give into that side of you?

- Avalanche / Kosheen

He's nothing like me So wrong and wretched Your safe reality Is living in sketches And live out happiness With no explanation And peer out at the world

- A Long Time Away / Shearwater

A break in the clouds like a crack in a cylinder But now there's blood on the beach and a wreck in the water As the shadow arrives on the face of your innocence You feel the shock in your eyes and the shaking in your own hands

- It's No Good / Depeche Mode

Don't say you want me Don't say you need me Don't say you love me It's understood Don't say you're happy Out there without me I know you can't be 'Cause it's no good

- Always Right / Ramona Falls

God is in the things you love So don't you punch me with kid gloves

- No Tomorrow / The Birthday Massacre

Dedication to the ruin of the light within you Darkness all around It's so easy to let go of all the things that make you true Watch it all fall down You bait me, I follow And if this night feels hollow Then drown me in sorrow There will be no tomorrow

- Flood / Saltillo

I wanna watch you wreck all the paintings in my house As you run down my wall (Holes of my life) Wash away these things I never needed These papers and these clothes

- The Remedy / Puscifer

izzy @ stede bonnet tbh. well, in season 1 at least ;)

- Little One / Beck

Drown, drown, sailors run aground In a sea change, nothing is safe And strange waves push us every way In a stolen boat, we'll float away

- Becker / Autolux

That's delirium's way You know it seems so right All the entertainment they spray Atrocities contrite It brings you back again It finds you every time The blackest quote they spit into the tin can of your mind

- Eyelids / Saro

In my eyelids, I’ve tattooed your words To remember what I don’t deserve Could you be why I feel so empty?

- Found You / Django Django

I've heard my name spoken in vain so many times You called, well here I am, what is yours is mine There's nothing you won't sell But I don't want the wealth you made That's not what I returned for

- Darkness At The Heart Of My Love / Ghost

There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep

- Dangerous / Son Lux

I watch you fall Hollow and depleted A city razed Oh, to bury you beneath it

- Numb / MARINA

- Fear and Loathing / MARINA

- O My Heart / Mother Mother

And I throw my heart back to the ocean But it don't go far, it come back floating And I watch it wash it up with the dead fish But it ain't quite dead, it just is like this

- Bones / The Qemists, Kellermensch

Fearless: my heart Open my arms Laying on the dark isle Every way is down

- El Monstro / SkraeckOedlan

(There beyond the dawn we see you, but our longing is an agony) Där bortom gryningen vi ser dig, men våran längtan är ett kval (They have robbed you of your future, we belong together you and I) De har berövat dig din framtid, vi hör tillsammans du och jag

- Relocate / Kauf

Do you feel any better now? I'm trying to follow what you told me I'm just a dog, mystical empathy and carefree I can't forget the skin pulled tight, every letter read Is it your justice we never see? Do you feel any better now? Your father is lying where the bones are A little lost colony from the start I can't forget the skin pulled tight, every letter read Is it your justice we never see? We never see what only you can say We are ready for it

-> SONGS ADDED AFTER SEASON 2 STARTS HERE

- Before We Drift Away / Nothing But Thieves

- A Place To Call Home / Big Wreck

So how do you beg for what's your own Pick the pieces, lick the wounds Stoke the fire, fan the flame Squeeze the clouds until it rains Would you champion the cause? 'Til you find out what you've lost Who do you dare to call your own And where's the place that you call home?

- My Name Is Ruin / Gary Numan

My name is Ruin, my name is vengeance My name is no one, and no one is calling My name is Ruin, my name is heartbreak My name is lonely, my sorrow's a darkness

- Run From Me / Timber Timbre

- Symphony No. 7 in A Major, Op. 92: II. Allegretto / Beethoven

- Because the Night / Patti Smith

- Dear Brother / Puscifer

Reminiscing on our indestructible days The party never seemed to end We donkey punched the night away Some risky business, my friend Fortune seemed to favor us 'Round every dark and twisted bend

- The Moth / Manchester Orchestra

This song makes me so insane tbh Forced myself to take a different name Buried with metonymy Decide for me Throw the man you used to be away Bury him with rivalry entirely My entire life you've been obsessing with the light The closer that you get, the further up you've got to climb You wanna hear it hurt, you wanna feel it when he dies If you walk that path alone, you've got to look him in the eye

- Brevony / Ramona Falls

- Graveyard Shift / Battle Tapes

I fell asleep at the helm of a runaway train And laid myself at the feet of what I couldn't slay

- Black Cloud / POSTDATA

There's nothing outside, there’s nobody left There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run or to forget No one to find you if you ever tried to And nobody tries to Sand in the sky, drowning in the wind Look in my eyes, mama, I've been contaminated Little by little by little, just a little bit Can you forgive me? Can you forgive me?

- Keel Timing / Manchester Orchestra

Yet another song that makes me insane. I put too much Manchester Orchestra in here but I'm living my best life Don’t let 'em in your bed, we're lying Don't let 'em in your bed, he is lying Little more, a little more, he is biting I was folding slowly frozen Changed for you And it wasn't right, but it wasn't wrong It was holy

- Pale Black Eye / Manchester Orchestra

This entire Song is so fucking wild I don't have yours or mine I don't hurt you like I used to Amy, you must be tired cause when you sleep, you sleep alone And understand the throne Cause if he didn't pay what he had paid I'd undeniably become erased So whatever you want Take whatever you need And bite your veins Bleed your pain Into me Goddamn I'm tired of lying I wish I loved you like I used to So hold on, you pale black eye Cause when I sleep, I sleep alone

- Strawberry Letter 23 / Shuggie Otis

- Pygmy Love Song / Francis Bebey

- In The Dark / Cathedrals

I can see you fall apart You turn away and fade out of sight But I hear you call in the night Let it go, let me hold you this time (don’t say a word)

- The Sailor Song / Autoheart

ty @soundless-storm for the suggestion :) I was your sailor, your demon, your lover Your overbearing best friend Hoping for some attention

- Megalomaniac / Aeseaes

Eye to thigh as he sharpens his blade Thick sweat, sick salt, lead bellyaches I don’t know what I’ve been drinking Dripping dread as all the lights start scrеaming Seven-inch steel bolt fed to thе head Now is then and I am now bound to forget The devil wears a cotton dress over his gun Jagged mumbles wispy warbles blushing in the sun

- Rule #9 - Child of the Stars / Fish in a Birdcage

You were a wanderer Back when you were young I remember your eyes were clear Brighter than the sun With hands so soft Delicate and sweet You learned to fall And balance on your own two feet I could only lead you so far I believe in who you are

- Vessel / Dan Mangan + Blacksmith

There are other lyrics in this song that are good too but this just reminds me of 2x01 when Izzy tells Fang to unhand him when he starts to cry Stop Wait Un Hand Me

- Cover Me / Black Math

One hand above the skin My head below the water As I float in the deep As I float in the deep

- Let It Storm / Manchester Orchestra

This is very post 2x04. For the new unicorn :) I don't wanna hold back my faith anymore I don't wanna fall into that man again I just wanna keep both my feet on the floor So let it touch me And let it storm

- Disciple / IAMX

Sorry this song is kind of a lot lol Disciple, I absolve you So forgive yourself enough to obey the naked truth That you need to be owned And you beg to be controlled

- Bed Head / Manchester Orchestra

This song is SO season 2 ed/izzy it makes me so insane it's the entire fucking song tbh I'm posting most of the song lyrics sorry. "Bed Head" is two old friends existing in two separate realities. It's a conversation about the lives they lived, the consequences of life's decisions, and finding purpose in trying to be better. Arguing with the dead I'm not alone but it sure feels like someone left Deaf notes and talking heads Carrying on your debt Blood on the bed head and volumes you left unsaid Let 'em talk and let it habit, now I'm afraid you're alone Oh, my God Let me relinquish and start to distinguish my past, and my time You and I are oil and fire, so Oh, my God Let me extinguish the habit, the sequence, the loss in my mind Now I believe in the ghost Ghost Clawing against your skin Clutching my neck said, "It's all supposed to end like this" You and I are panoramic Now I'm afraid of the ghost [...] Right by the entrance, you broke Finally, reality's taking its hold You're not who you were, but you can't let it go You're not where you're from, but you're always alone So I stick a flag in the ground I think I know who I'm living for now I am what I am, same above as the ground It's not what I want, but I'm figuring it out

I'll keep updating the annotations as I have free time :) the playlist is almost 80 songs long and growing lol. Enjoy!

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #fanmix #thanks for coming to my ted talk once again #i'm feral #blackhands #edizzy #listen I know they're going thru it rn but don't @ me I'm fine