#Excuse the grammatical errors.

[incompletewithoutlife]

Kara squints at her, tries to disarm whatever wall the woman is silently constructing, fortifying. It only takes a few seconds to get lost, wildered from the point of their anger.

Before Kara knows it her icy demeanor melts, underneath those eyes, and her mouth vomits everything she’s kept bundled inside for months.

“And it sucks because you already know how commanding a presence you have, how disastrous your gaze is, how tantalizing your voice is. You know how powerful you are in a room. You don’t command space. You monopolize it, and you’ve ruined my heart to devastation. You’re all I see when I close my eyes, all I hear as I sleep, all I feel while my heart beats—I have to remember not to think of you. You’ve consumed me wholeheartedly, and I’ve loved every second of it.”

She hardly finds it convenient (fair) that her heart trembles, crumbles as the faintest sparkle dazzles Lena’s eyes. Both hates and loves the anxiety that slams into her as the woman tilts her head off to the side. Adores how unbalanced Lena looks as Kara’s words echoes between them.

Lena exhales a sharp, relenting breath. Before—

“That must cause you a substantial amount of dread.” Lena murmurs quietly.

An elated thrill strikes her, starts from her toes and dawdles in her head. It’s a grounding feeling. Because Lena makes her way down the staircase, with that pretty, warm, and tender smile plastered on her face. The one that fluttered across worlds to make home in Kara’s heart.

And the loudest laugh rips past her lips, one that she barks out with her belly and soul. For the first time in months she remembers how easy it is to breathe. Remembers that loving Lena can be innocent, kind and good.

#supercorp #kara x lena #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp is endgame #Y’all have set that bar so high with their fics #Excuse the grammatical errors. #I don’t like rereading anything I write #Im so scared to write a Supercorp fic 😭

[kbluebirdart]

Do I ever tell you all that I love angst and yearning stories (with a happy ending!)

I like to imagine a world where they are friends for so long time before calamity. Please excuse any grammatical errors! and thanks for reading!

#Please excuse any grammatical errors #fan art #botw #zelda #zelink #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #botw link #princess zelda #my art #botw zelda #botw zelink #maybe #Aoc #comic #my comic

[possessed-pack]

Terrorpunk: Embracing the Horror Within.

For all those with identities that put others on edge. People with parts of them commonly used as horror tropes, people who act "unnatural" and put others off, people with stigmatized "scary" disorders and disabilities, people who have horror and fear intertwined with alterhuman identities, queer identities or anything else that people generally find off-putting or downright terrifying--but in spite of that, don't see any of it as a bad thing, and reclaim the horror that others see in you. This is for you--for the monsters and the freaks and the eldritch abominations.

This is about reclaiming the stigma placed upon you. Maybe you are scary to them, but maybe you don't care so much about how they react? Maybe you keep being your authentic fear-inducing self out of spite. Maybe you like being a little scary because it's become intrinsic to who you are. Being open about yourself and unapologetically doing so shouldn't be a fear inflicting thing, but if it's going to be that way, you're not going to change for them. You're you, let them be scared. It's not on you to become palatable. It's not on you to hide parts of yourself away. Maybe it's on them to not see anything unknown or new as terrifying. You see the horror within yourself as nothing bad, and you openly embrace who you are and who others with differing experiences from "the norm" are too.

You don't need to be anything in particular to use the label, this isn't a term to be gatekept. Terrorpunk is reclaiming the terror that others or even yourself might think of about any part of you. That's what it's about, being unapologetically you and scary by doing so, because if people see you as someone that fills them with terror, then maybe that's fine by you. You won't change for them.

Keep in mind that this is not a term to use to cause or justify harm, exclude others or further any stigma. No one by any means has to reclaim being feared, or being something that scares people. There's some of us that find power in it though, to take the stones they throw, pick them up and ask them what they have left to throw at us.

Those who exclude others on the basis of identity (transphobes, homophobes, TERFs, ableists, racists, anti-alterhumans, aphobes and anyone else who excludes those who act on good faith) aren't included under this term. Terrorpunk isn't a basis for your hate or actions to harm marginalised groups or anyone similar. It's not an excuse to harm people in general. It's simply about being you, and if being that is scary, then so be it.

#terrorpunk #punk #alterhuman #lgbt #queer #neurodivergent #disabled #otherkin #voidpunk #actually psychotic #plural system #< tagged some relevant communities #we're also psychotic--dxed with schizoaffective disorder #our disorders + alterhuman identities + queer identities intertwine with this in a unique way and we wanted to describe it #feel absolutely free to use it if you wish. we don't know if others relate but we decided to post it anyway #we're the scary psychotic queer nonhumans they warned you about #so deal with it #op #mal (tox/he/they) #written at 2am please excuse grammatical errors

[azure-cherie]

PAC : Messages from Aset

Hello loves , first of all a very big thank you to Aset for helping me in conveying through my divination, this reading contains general messages so take what resonates and leave the rest , i used tarot cards , intuition and runes for this reading , likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very very appreciated , thank you for letting me read you :)

Pile 1 -3

Pile 1:

My dear pile 1 , Aset wants to convey that she is proud that you have achieved a lot of abundance in your life but you are focused to earn more when in reality you should be happy in what you already have and you should also share with others what you have made since kindness is the greatest of virtues that will help you to achieve great heights, be cautious when you serve others , help them but don't help them to the point of exploitation , when you need ask for help and always help will be provided when you are in search of a financial need . You are someone who has come a long way without any support you have been worried and fought all the odds to come to this point and she is very proud of you for doing all this but remember that a small thing can destroy a lot of things so when in times of haste take time to sit down shut the world and reflect, I think you have a habit of getting to angry at the wrong people and this is going to create a problem in the wrong runs so you are advised to work on it and stay away from people at that time so that you don't end up in problems and learn to be more grateful about your surroundings and whatever has been provided to you or else it could go away you , you're going to enter a very abundant period in your life in terms of emotional needs You are going to create new horizons and new plans for yourself marriage business deals and child birth news can be heard for you your ancestors are rooting for you , I see symbolism of marigold flowers you can do some water magic or worship with water as an element that will help you in getting clarity about yourself .

Runes :

Berkanan

Beware of incorrect choices, take time to contemplate, some family functions maybe cancelled due to health issues take care of your health , you might experience stagnation , heal your relationship with your mother , get yourself a visit to the gynaecologist, you might experience some menstrual issues , watch your expenditure.

Hagalaz

Change has to occur , some things are destroyed so new things can be built, unexpected meetings and realisations, destruction now will end up making something good for the future keep hoping, you could have a breakup, moving houses , someone fake in your friend circle will be unmasked.

Pile 2 :

My dear pile 2 , she really wants you to take a stand for yourself , my dear file 2 you have been relying on the guidance of a person for too long and at this point you have almost become dependent on that person but she suggests you to go for a soul searching and finding what you really like to do because the end of the day you should grow old fulfilling your passions and desires , you are already abundant and blessed because of your family hierarchy and how rich have you been You should explore forest and small places for learning about life it feels as if you have grown old but your wisdom needs to be increased, You should pay attention to your hair as it holds wisdom and ancestor knowledge right now You may have dreams crazy dreams take notes of them somebody is trying to communicate to you , your future is in your hands You don't have much time there is a big change coming in for you with the onset of the new change . There could be an extra marital Affair that could change the course of your life beware and make sure you have enough resources to make out of it I see the symbolism of red and white candles you can use them and ask your guides so that they can provide you a clear part of what you can do ahead but they can only help you when you ask for help yourself . Take the stand for yourself to do whatever you are interested in.

Runes :

Dagaz

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

Eiwaz

You could be entering or interested in shamanism , you're going through an awakening, you may think something has ended but it's yet to be fulfilled, you could work with chaos magick , there could be some delays but don't worry about it , it will work out , are some of you consuming weed , there's a union in the spiritual plane .

Pile 3 :

Dear pile 3 , Aset wants to convey that you should be looking after things you choose to nurture , maybe you brought a plant or a pet but you are not paying attention to it she wants you to take into account your responsibilities maybe it could be about the older members in the family, you will be going out on a trip soon and you should take care of yourself physically as well as spiritually I see the vision of an amulet that will be protecting you You should search signs for protection or make a sigil for yourself that will help you for sure , all that you have dreaming will come true, but remember to put efforts for it as nothing comes without trying you are blessed in every field , you will be meeting a new partner soon that will help you realise your potential remember to not sabotage the relationship because you are not healed, try to focus on making yourself stable and creating a balance that will be very essential for you ,work on your sacral chakra , don't dwell on the past the future is brighter than you can imagine , go somewhere near a pond and feel the healing energy, in the next 3 months we will be undergoing a lot of changes and a lot of things that you like but are not good for you will go away from you but remember to know that there is always something that serves in exchange of something that doesn't serve , if there's a group project coming your way then remember to include everyone and not take too much on yourself you are divinely protected.

Runes :

Ingwaz

protect your home , work on your masculine energy, make necessary sacrifices, new births , changes , expansion, process of manifestation, look after your well being and health, reorganization.

Dagaz (came up in pile 2 as well you can check it if you want )

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

That's all , thank you so much for reading i hope it resonates and helps you 🤍

#excuse any grammatical or spelling errors #pac reading #pac readings #pac #pick a card tarot #pick a picture #pick a photo #pick a pile #pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot card reading #tarot community

[hydedolos]

RAMBLES OF A DOPPLEGÄNGER

-Sorry this one took a bit longer!I was struggling to draw his face(he still looks pretty uncanny,but it's unfortunately the best I can do)

-Hyde doesn't fully trust Ol' Angus.

-(This fact comes from the creator of the game confirming that Angus isn't truly a businessman.)

#ask blog #thats not my neighbor #tnmn #rambles of a dopplegänger #angus ciprianni #Jesus christ i just realized how much longer this entry is #wrote it when i was pretty tired #excuse any grammatical errors pls

[hellionhero]

What if... instead of culinary arts, Mo decides to go to law school after seeing how poorly the family lawyer handled his dad's case, and somewhere along the way he meets He Tian who comes from a very well-known family of lawyers who may or may not be a bit shady

#english is not my first language so please excuse any grammatical errors #and yeah i took some inspo from the series SUITS #19 days #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian

[skippyhawk]

it’s taken me over 24 hours to even begin to think about putting my thoughts on this episode into words. i still don’t feel fully able to do that, but i’ll at least try.

this isn’t a weak episode. it’s literally the exact opposite– a heavy, complex representation of how tim and hawk’s love for each other is all-encompassing. the way they continuously affect the courses of each other’s lives despite their extreme, life-altering attempts at moving on and burying their past. the tone of this episode is practically repentant in order to assure you understand exactly what time has done. their love is tangled and glum, and you’re forced to face that as they realise it themselves.

hawk has children to cement his position as a loving husband but tim’s unwavering presence, even though not physical, ripples into every aspect of his life and fully manifests through jackson as he perceives and experiences the effect of the misplaced aspects of his father’s love. how this void in his life where that love sinks to has an almost gravitational pull on everyone around him. in brief, the ramifications imposed on his family and those near him by this are literally beyond measure.

in turn, tim’s convictions send him to a place that in turn strips him of them, and with losing his faith in “everything” he’s also lost faith in their love.

as tim meets jackson, he regains some of that faith; he finally understands there’s an unspoken, seemingly imaginary (one was a fantasy) consequence to their love. this makes it real again– in hawk’s fragmented life, tim fills every crack. he is etched in the line between his son’s furrowed brows.

this realization is what ultimately pushes him to turn himself in. to repent not only for the sin of loving, but being loved.

#fellow travelers #episode 6 #ft spoilers #excuse any grammatical errors. i have covid and a fever #ft ramble

[sagesolsticewrites]

touchstarved | Austin Butler x gn!reader

a/n: i was feeling incredibly touchstarved tonight and… this was the result dkfjadkfjh 

Word count: 942

Warnings: touch starvation, implications of depression?, reader is Not Doing Great mentally tbh (but it’s okay! happyish ending!!), would this qualify as hurt/comfort?? idk dkjghsdkh, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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day 59 since Austin had left for Australia.

nearly two months since you’d felt his arms around you at the airport, warm whispers in your ear of see you soon and i love you and get home safe and i’ll call you the second i land.

and he had. in fact, he had been diligent about calling you nearly every day, even if it was just for a few minutes, just to hear your voice, and sending you good morning, sweetheart and sweet dreams, beautiful texts across the 18-hour time difference between the two of you.

but none of that changed the fact that he wasn’t here to hold you, kiss you, hug you, and you hated it.

if you were honest, you hated yourself a little bit for feeling this way. this was the biggest break of his career, and you were feeling sorry for yourself because you wanted a hug?

but it was more than that. you hadn’t been very affectionate with anyone before Austin, but in the past year or so of dating him, you’d gotten used to having someone to hold hands with as you were walking down the street, to hug when you got home from work, to cuddle with as you watched a movie. you thought you’d be fine while he was gone — you’d been fine before, hadn’t you? — but every time you woke up to his side of the bed being cold, every time your hand dangled at your side, empty, on the way back from your favorite coffee shop, every time you found yourself hugging a pillow during your solo movie nights… you felt like you were missing something essential to you.

touchstarved.

you had come across the term on some social media or other and though you hadn’t quite admitted that that’s what you were feeling, you quietly did some research and invested in a weighted blanket, a body pillow, and some face masks for when you needed a self-care day. 

and they did help, at least for a while. but some part of your brain was frustratingly insistent that nothing was going to help like Austin actually being here was.

he won’t be back for a while, you mentally retorted, shifting under the weighted blanket and hugging the stuffed elephant Austin had gifted you on your birthday even closer, so deal with it.

it was at that moment you heard what sounded like keys jangling at your door.

you froze. you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. was someone breaking in?!

You carefully sat up, dropping the stuffed animal as your hand crept towards the baseball bat you had ready near your bedside table. should you call the police? you wondered, but as you experimentally tapped your phone, it stayed dark. dead.

steeling yourself, you tiptoed out to the living room. better to try to catch them before they took anything, you figured.

you still heard something jangling at the door — had whatever they were using to try to pick the lock gotten stuck? — so it seemed like you had the upper hand for now. adjusting your grip on the bat, you readied yourself as the knob finally turned and—

the bat slipped from your hands, clattering onto the floor as you tried to process Austin walking through the door, the excited smile on his face slipping towards a look of concern.

“hey— woah, honey… Y/N, sweetheart, is everything okay?”

“i… i thought you were someone trying to break in,” you respond numbly, blinking repeatedly as if to assure yourself that this was real, “what… are you doing here?”

“i wanted to surprise you,” your boyfriend replies with a sheepish grin, closing the door behind him and turning back to you with his hands raised in innocence, as if to show you he means no harm. he takes a step forward as he continues explaining, “we were a little ahead on filming, so Baz gave us a little break—“

that one small step, though, was enough to snap you out what whatever spell you were under, and his explanation is cut short as you crash into him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his warm sandalwood scent that had slowly been fading from your pillows.

“i missed you,” you whisper against his skin, so soft that he doesn’t hear so much as feel your lips forming the words on his neck. you feel yourself shaking slightly, and under normal circumstances you’d be more than a little embarrassed, but right now you don’t care because he’s here, real and warm and solid underneath you.

“i missed you, too, sweetheart,” he chuckles in reply, though it’s tinged with worry as he feels you trembling. “hey, you okay?” he murmurs, moving to pull away so he can see your face, gauge how okay you really are.

but you don’t let him, your only reply being a nod of your head into the crook of his neck and a tightening of your arms around him, blinking back the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as it hits you just how much you needed this. he relaxes, seeming to recognize that he won’t be escaping the circle of your arms anytime soon, instead pulling you closer and murmuring soft i love yous and i missed yous into your ear.

he can ask you about how you’re feeling later — because clearly this goes deeper than a normal long-distance trip — but for now he lets himself relax into your arms, trying to make up for the nearly two month’s worth of hugs that he’s missed from you.

#i cranked this out in like an hour pls excuse any typos or grammatical errors dkjfdkhgj #whew. emotions amirite #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler #elvis (2022) #elvis 2022 #austin butler fanfiction #elvis baz luhrmann #elvis biopic #austin butler fluff #would this qualify as hurt/comfort? #austin butler x gn!reader #austin butler x gender neutral reader #my writing

[appledaddyisbae]

something I noticed that's kind of interesting about Charlie's interactions with Lucifer, at least prior to them working things out, is the amount of times she says "dad", like almost to an excessive degree. I like to to imagine that this is her subconscious way of trying to cement his presence in her mind, almost like she's terrified on some level that if she doesn't verbally affirm he's there that he'll disappear from her life again, and this is backed up, at least in part, by the fact that she doesn't seem to do it as much after their make up

idk I could be wrong but it's just something I was thinking about

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel theories #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #☀️💫 #🎀✨ #please excuse my weird ranting #and the grammatical errors #mine

[goodmorning-rigoberto]

> Sugar sachets.

asakikuweek day 2: nostalgia.

@asakikuweek2024

"Where can it be?" Arthur asked to himself in a distracted tone, concentrating on the task he had been given. The small closet barely illuminated by a the faint light of a bulb that hung inside and which did little to help in the search. "Bingo" he exclaimed when he found the desired object.

A warm blanket for Kiku who, with the drop in temperature, had begun to shiver while in his arms. They had been reading sitting on the couch in the living room, focused on their own world but enjoying each other's silent company. His host's head rested on his shoulder, breathing calmly, eyes moving in a continuous rhythm while he hungrily devoured the book in his hands.

Suddenly a slight shake coming from the other's body accompanied by the distant sound of the wind chime placed near the sliding door that led to the backyard in Kiku's traditional-style house. A house that Arthur liked to visit so much and that had a warmth very similar to his own in London. The kind of warmth you can only found in places where your presence is well received.

"Are you okay, luv?" he asked, putting aside his book to surround the foreign body with his arms and bring it closer in a hug.

"Yes, I'm just a little cold. That's it" basking in the other embrace, smiling. "I should go look for a blanket, it will rain soon" Kiku declared with that knowledge gained over the passage of time.

A very long time in which, as nations, they were destined to live and thanks to which many of them had become experts in predicting what every slight change in the weather may brought with it. Changes that once meant perhaps death, perhaps destruction. Air with the smell of gunpowder and the blood of his people; vibrations of the Earth that not only housed them geographically but also allowed their kind to share the same space as living beings. Now, in this fragile truce in which some territories found themselves (because they did not dare to call it "peace"), the changes in the airstream and the passing of the days only predicted mundane changes.

Simple changes in simple existences.

Making a move to get up to look for the aforementioned object, Kiku was stopped by the firm arms of his companion who still kept him wrapped in a hug. Smile still present, touched by that facet of the british's personality that only he was aware of.

"Don't worry, I'll go fetch it for you" always a proper gentleman, looking after and pampering him in everything possible. There was no reason to refuse.

That was the reason why he now found himself carefully removing some clothes from the closet to get what seemed like a fluffy blanket perfect for continuing to snuggle for a long, long time. Man with a mission. With a future reward in the form of the warmth so typical of his japanese lover, so soft and pleasant, waiting for him.

So focused on his daydreams about the way his bodies fit together perfectly like pieces of a custom-made watch, he didn't realize when his movements came upon what looked like an old shoe box tucked-in the very back of the closet. Contents spilling over the floor after falling gracelessly to the ground.

"Oh, crap" exclaimed quietly, shifting his attention from the fluffy blankets to the scattered papers to carefully take and return them to their place of origin without damaging any, quickly, as if it were covering up a crime. His movements stopping abruptly as he paid more attention to the papers in his hands; papers that were more than that: photos, short handwritten notes, letters and postcards.

His own handwriting on it.

Those were paragraphs written by him addressed to Kiku over the years. Without believing what he was seeing, his eyes began to sting as a result of a mixture of surprise and emotion, a big blow of love hitting him with the force that only the history between them can contain.

There was no way Kiku would have kept those fragments of time in a little shoebox like that.

But there they were, shining in his hands.

"Paris, France. 1934. Summer."

"Paris, France. 2015. Fall."

"Vienna, Austria. 1972. Summer."

"Connecticut, United States. 2002. Spring."

"London, United Kingdom. 1988. Winter."

Dates were written in neat Japanese, on empty sugar sachets. Sachets Arthur knew corresponded to the times when he had shared a coffee or tea with Kiku in a restaurant while they visited the aforementioned places. If he closed his eyes he could almost return to those dates and live it again.

"To my oldest friend."

"Dearest Kiku."

"Love, hope this letter finds you in good health..."

"...Can not wait for the moment in which we can be reunited, I'm counting the remaining days so I can be in your presence and hug you until my arms lose their strength..."

"As you might already be aware; the future of our alliance hangs by a very thin thread and I don't think you are oblivious to the predicament in which I find myself, as you might also know the dangers that..."

"From Essex with love, I wish you were here."

"Yours truly, Arthur Kirkland."

"Your most loyal ally, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Arthur Kirkland."

"With love, Arthur.

P. S. Don't forget to bundle up accordingly at night."

Reading all that in one place brought back the good times and the bad times. The pain they had exposed themselves by trying to keep afloat that relationship which at times felt suffocating and at others did nothing but bring tears to their eyes.

The birth of their love, the death of it.

The cold that accompanied their hearts during the Great Wars in which they served opposing sides, the looks of resentment, of forgiveness, of faith and again of love. A few years ago, Arthur had decided to write letters to his love, missives that in the past took months to arrive and for which he waited longer for a response; postcards from his travels, telegrams from ships when possible and texts just because.

Currently and with the technology of the world in which they lived, those fragments had become text messages in the mornings, calls between cabs to work or videocalls on weekends when both had the day off and wanted to feel in each other's company. Japan and the United Kingdom were still thousands of miles apart but their hearts lived inside each other.

He wasn't sure how much time he had spent reading his letters or looking at Kiku's beautiful face in the black and white photos kept in the box, until soft footsteps creating a tapping on the wooden floor announced someone was approaching. Returning him to the present in which he was supposed to be looking for a blanket to protect Kiku from the cold.

"Is everything all right, Arthur?" the black-haired man asked, crossing the threshold of his room. He had decided to go look for him given his uncharacteristic lateness.

"Ah! Yes, sorry honey, I'm..." caught red-handed, the blonde only managed to cover his blushing face with his hands, it was surely very rude of him to be watching private things "I'm...terribly sorry, the box fell off the closet and you see... this is not, you know. I'm really, really sorry."

As a response, Arthur felt soft hands helping to remove his own from his eyes. Kiku was kneeling in front of him with a gentle expression on his pretty face.

A soft kiss placed on the tip of his nose and then another on his forehead.

"It's ok, don't worry about it," replied, taking one of the sheets of paper that Arthur had arranged in a pile. "After all, these letters belong to you too."

The British's green and now watery eyes watching his every movement. Another kiss, this time on his lips. Full of emotion, a thousand feelings and the mutual understanding of the history that made up their lives. The recognition of his lowest moments and those that had led them to what they currently were. Nostalgia, suffering and a desire to eternally watch over the well-being of the contrary.

Standing up and brushing the knees of his pants, Kiku offered a hand to Arthur. He took it, after placing each and every one of the pieces of time inside the little box to take them back with him to the living. Back to today's world, back to the arms and warmth of Kiku Honda. His long-time ally, friend, the addressee of his letters, once his enemy in battle, and undoubtedly his one and only greatest love.

#asakikuweek2024 #asakiku #hws england #hws japan #excuse the errors or weird grammatical structures i originally wrote this in spanish (and english is not my first language) #hope you like it <3

[northgirl09]

Some ✨Morzatorix✨ stuff

He had had a really unpleasant day. Some of the prisoners he wanted to execute had committed suicide, and Durza was taking way too much time bringing back the egg- after all, he suffered without his stone.

Galbatorix entered his room and dismissed his servants from his appartments, and there, lying on his bed, he had the surprise to see Morzan, dressed in red as always, with his shirt slightly opened and reading a book. He raised a brow:

- «What are you doing here?

Morzan lifted his head and smiled a bit:

- I was... reading.

He gestured vaguely in the direction of the library covering the wall at the left. A thought crossed Galbatorix's wicked mind.

- I can leave if you want...

- Oh no. Stay where you are.»

#ookkkkkkkkkkkkk soooooo #first morzatorix writing #i say it again english is not my first language so #excuse all the grammatical errors #mistakes and stuff like that #also i'm not sure i write really well #don't judge me pls #ah and yes it's not finished #but my inspiration left me and... i'm not so sure about it anymore #anyway pls don't hate me if it's bad #morzatorix #morzan #galbatorix #galby

[writerfae]

Silver Lining scenes I found that probably won’t make it into Silver Lining but I still wanted to share

@bunnymermaidsblog I think you will enjoy this

*

“He doesn’t even look at me.”

Not once during the whole day Talon had looked him in the eyes. Not even when he gave him the engagement ring. It was like he refused to meet Aiden eye to eye.

Aiden had no idea what to think of this guy. He was a mystery to him. And that was the boy he was supposed to spend his whole life with?

Ranva put an arm around her son’s shoulder. “Oh my dear, he will. Trust me.” She ruffled his hair. “And then he’ll see what a wonderful person you are and how lucky he is to have you.”

Aiden wasn’t so sure about that.

*

Talon wanted to kiss him.

Surprised by that sudden thought of his he took a step back, much to Aiden’s dismay, who wanted Talon to kiss him just as bad as Talon wanted to do it.

“Alright then,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment. “See you tomorrow.”

Talon cleared his throat. “Yes, see you tomorrow. Good night, Aiden.”

Aiden mumbled a quick “good night to you too”, then he disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him.

Outside of his room, Talon still stood in front of the closed door, cursing himself for being such a coward.

*

“Let go of him.”, Talon demanded. “What’s going on here?”

The guard let go of Aiden’s arm immediately. “Sir, I caught him trying to sneak out and-”

“And what? He is no prisoner. He can go wherever he pleases whenever he pleases. There’s no reason for you to handle him like this.”

The guard looked confused. “But your father said-”

Talon narrowed his eyes. “What did he say?”

“He said to keep an eye on your fiancé. And that I’m supposed to stop him in case he tries to run away. I thought you knew about it, my lord.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. Did the high lord really send a guard to keep an eye on him? Why would he think that Aiden would run away?

He turned to look at Talon, who seemed just as confused as Aiden.

For a split second, Aiden believed to see something like anger cross his face before it returned to his usual blank expression.

“Well, I know now. Still, there was no need for you to be so crude. I am sure he had no intend in running away. Isn’t that so, Aiden?”

Aiden shook his head. “I did not, my lord. I would never.”

He meant it. It was true that he tried to sneak out, but he intended to come back later. He did not think about running away, not anymore.

“You heard it,” Talon said to the guard. “No need to worry. You can tell my father that much. And now leave.”

The guard nodded. “Yes, my lord.” He bowed to both Talon and Aiden, then he left.

As he crossed Talon, the young lord put a hand on the guard’s shoulder. “And I expect you to no longer watch my fiancé behind my or his back, or I will personally make you regret it.”

The guard swallowed hard. “O-of course, my lord.” Then he took his leave.

*

Talon sat on the edge of Aiden's bed, the other boy vast asleep next to him.

He had fallen asleep on the rooftop and in order to not wake him, Talon had to carry him to his chambers. The young lord watched the sleeping figure, letting out a deep sigh.

"What is this supposed to mean? Why do you make me so confused?" , he mumbled, absentmindedly stroking a stray strand of hair out of the sleeping boy's face.

Aiden looked at peace, his lips slightly parted and his breath calm and steady. When Talon touched him, the ghost of a smile seemed to cross his face.

#I took this from my really old au file without correcting any errors so excuse me if this is a grammatical nightmare #I do not have the time nor energy to correct anything #writer speaks #writeblr #silver lining #writing #my writing

[hungrydogs-if]

Just got recc'ed this game today and YEAH I can't wait to read now. Saw that cute lil short of the VP with Angel's daughter and now I have to know-

The ROs (maybe early crush stage?) reactions to seeing an intimidating (at least visually) VP being kind and entertaining a passing kid with a soft smile on their face like with card tricks or cats cradle or something?

So looking forward to making my VP!!!

people get this game rec'd to them? i- 🥺👉👈 thank you love, i can't wait to get a proper, meaty demo out for y'all!

now, my inability to react properly to compliments aside, here's something i'm marginally better at: some reaction writing!

dane would feel that warm, fuzzy feeling of affection that comes with seeing one's crush best friend do something that makes them light up. of course he's well aware that at the end of the day, the mc - even if they look and/or act intimidating - is very much human. he'd stand there in muted adoration with a goofy little smile on his face and eventually call them a dork.

mona would be keeping an eye out for threats, as she usually is. but the distraction proves too tempting, and she lowers her guard to watch, a soft smile on her lips. knowing her, she would encourage the mc to show their best tricks, and get the child all hyped up for the show while she secretly basks in the peaceful expression on the mc's face.

sam loves card tricks, so they're just as transfixed on those as they are on the sight of the mc looking anything but a rugged criminal. they'd probably blurt out that they didn't know the mc could look so serene, instead of the terrifying visage they used to be so scared of. after that they'd quickly hide the blush and sheepishly ask for more tricks.

thirteen is bad at expressing any outward emotion, so they'd just... stand there. staring. it's a bit creepy sure, but they're paying very close attention; everything from how the way mc's eyes look softer, how their tone shifts to make the kid feel safe, to the miniscule changes in posture and stance. they'd be captivated by it, intrigued and in a bit of awe.

and angel, they'd be skeptical at first. it's in their nature to be suspicious of the mc no matter what they do, but the stone-cold detective might just crack when the kid laughs. it'd raise confusing feelings, contradicting ones, as they - to their horror - slowly start to realize that they enjoy seeing the mc outside the rigid bubble the san maro pd has placed them in.

#asks. #dane. #mona. #sam. #thirteen. #angel. #queenbol #it's 4am pls excuse any grammatical errors

[justfangirlstuffs]

“You probably don’t want to watch this.” For vampire Sun and Thrall yn please? 🥺👉👈

You got it! -thumbs up-

Vampire!Sun x Thrall Y/N

You were getting very well acquainted with the DJ Manor as you so lovingly called it. It was somehow larger than Sun and Moon's other house, and much more lively for a number of reasons. Those reasons being there were ghosts. Who seemed to enjoy messing with you. Just the other night they kept moving your phone whenever you set it down somewhere, which would send you into a frenzied search until you finally found it. Tonight they were doing something similar only it was with your beverage. You had poured yourself a glass of juice and you made the mistake of setting it down and taking your eyes off it for a few scant seconds, only to find it gone.

“Oh, come on you guys!” You could hear the invisible little gremlins giggling about it. “DJ, you need to control your children.”

A voice spoke from the nearby radio. “What can I say? Kids will be kids, am I right, folks?” A laugh track followed his words.

You rolled your eyes and began searching for the lost glass of juice. As you searched, you began to hear music playing. Curious, you followed the warm notes to one of the bedrooms, the door slightly ajar. Nudging it open, you found Sun sitting in front of a fireplace playing the cello. The notes sounded so incredibly smooth and gentle and you watched, absolutely mesmerized, as one of his hands fluidly pulled the bow to and fro, while his fingers deftly worked the strings. His eyes were closed as though lost in the melody, putting care and love into every note. It made your heart swell.

Sun peeked one eye open to look at you. “Enjoying the show?” He asked with a grin, not missing a beat.

“I didn't know you could play,” you said, stepping further inside.

“When you live like we do, you tend to pick up the occasional odd hobby.” You were a little jealous how he could carry on a conversation while those dexterous fingers did their musical work. “Moon plays the piano by the way. You should ask him to play for you sometime, he's really good.”

“I might do that, if he'll let me lounge on it like they do in the movies,” you said jokingly. Sun chuckled at that. That's when you spotted your glass of juice on the mantle over the fireplace. “Ah, there it is!” You grabbed it before it had a chance to be snatched up again.

“The minis enjoy their fun,” Sun remarked with a grin.

“Have they always been here?” you asked, leaning against the wall.

“Not always. Used to it was just DJ, but spirits need a home too.” He gave a soft shrug, still playing. “You know what they say: you can't unopen a door.”

The sound of glass shattering splintered the air. You glanced down at your hands, staring numbly. You had squeezed so hard it had shattered in your hands, and now juice was spilling onto the carpet, mixed with something else.

The music had stopped.

Your eyes darted up to Sun who had frozen, blue eyes staring at you in concern. “I'm sorry,” you said automatically. “I...I didn't mean to...”

In a blink of an eye, Sun was at your side, his hand gently pressing against your back. “It's okay, let's get you cleaned up.”

You nodded, allowing him to steer you towards the bathroom, holding your hands in a way that didn't further agitate them. The wounds stung horribly. Sun first took you to the sink and held your hands under the running water, washing away the juice, which definitely helped with the stinging. Then, he sat you down on the toilet, placing a cloth on your lap to keep blood from dripping all over you. He grabbed another cloth and some tweezers.

Going down to one knee, he cradled one of your hands palm up to keep it steady, while his other hand wielded the tweezers. “You probably don't want to watch this,” he said, meeting your gaze and giving you a comforting smile. “It'll be okay, just look at me.”

You did so, keeping your eyes on his face, taking it the details and resisting the morbid curiosity to look down as the tweezers began dislodging the glass from your skin. “I'm sorry,” you mumbled again.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, sweet thing,” Sun assured you. “Accidents happen. DJ and the minis will take care of the mess.”

You fell into silence, letting Sun work. You occasionally winced when you felt the tugging, but Sun was being very precise and gentle. “That's one finished,” he said after a time. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, your breath hitched as his tongue gently caressed over the skin. “I know it might seem unsanitary, but you'll heal faster this way.”

You nodded, your cheeks flushing.

He kissed your healed hand and set aside. “Ready for the other?”

“Yeah,” you said. Before he could get started, a confession fell from your lips. “He said the same thing to me.”

A pause. “He?”

“Eclipse.”

The hand holding yours twitched but took care not to jostle you. A very pregnant pause followed. “I apologize, I didn't know,” he murmured, resuming his work.

“I know,” you answered. “It's not you're fault. I guess I'm still... working through things.”

Sun hummed, keeping focus on your hands as he removed piece of piece with surgical precision. “It isn't your fault either, sweet thing. You don't owe anyone an apology.”

The words were comforting. You tried not to think back on the days before you were Enthralled, when you were just a fragile mortal unable to contend against the supernatural world surrounding you. Even now as a thrall, with your superhuman body, those memories still plagued you, making you feel small.

“Finished,” Sun announced. You watched as he dropped the last piece of glass onto the pile resting on a washcloth. The glass gleamed red, like slick rubies. He did his 'healing touch' on your other hand, and in moments the wounds sealed enough to where they stopped oozing.

“Thanks,” you said gratefully.

“Anything for my darling Starlight,” Sun said chipperly, tossing the rag with the glass in a waste bin.

“Anything?” you asked playfully.

Sun's eyebrow quirked. “Did you have something in mind?”

You took a deep breath, wanting to reclaim yourself. Wanting to reassure yourself that you were okay. You felt you deserved that, or at least, you wanted to believe you did. There was something you wanted to try, to help convince yourself that you were okay, that those memories did not have control over you.

“Say, I was an irresistible snack,” you started. Immediately you wanted to backpedal, your face burning horribly. You couldn't have worded that more gracefully.

Sun touched a hand to his chin, a smile curling his lips. “Go on~.”

“And... um... you were desperately hungry...” you pressed on. “What would you do?”

Sun hummed thoughtfully. His fingers reaching out to graze lightly over your arms. “Well, first off, I'd want to make sure you wouldn't get away.” His fingers brushed over the length of your arms, sending a heated trail that had you biting your lip. His hands grasped around your wrists. “So, I would pin you down, gently, sweetly, but in a way you couldn't escape.”

Sweet lord have mercy... “And then?”

One of his hands left your wrist to gently grasp your chin, his thumb brushing tenderly over your lower lip. “I'd kiss you breathless.” He leaned forward and your heart skipped several beats as his voice dipped low, dripping sweet honey. “I'd do anything and everything to make you forget about running away from me.”

Oh, that notion was long, looooooooooong forgotten. There it went, bye-bye. “What if I ran right now?” you asked daringly.

Sun's face dipped to the side of your face. “I would catch you." His breath ghosted your ear, giving you sweet, delicious shivers. "And I would take my sweet time devouring you.”

Thump thump thump. It was a chore to keep your breath steady, and a part of you wanted to give in then and there. But there was another part that wanted to tempt, tease back, and have fun. You were at the door in a blur of movement, stumbling a little from the speed adjustment. Sun blinked glancing up at you in surprise.

“Come and get me then,” you taunted.

His blue eyes sparked with what you could only describe as unmitigated desire. And so the chase began. You lost, of course, but for you, that was still a win, and Sun honored every single one of his promises.

#enthralling you enthralling me #eyem snippet #hurt/comfort #cw blood #please excuse any grammatical errors #justfangirlwritings

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#🖇️. — melon! #i'm using my laptop rn so i actually have an excuse for all the grammatical errors #what's yours? 🤨

[scurvyratt]

An unnecessarily long post as to why the Creed movies get on my nerves even though no one asked:

Sooo my friend and I made it our mission to watch the whole Rocky franchise, which consists of 6 Rocky movies and 3 spin off Creed movies. We've seen all of the movies except for Rocky 6. Imo the Rocky movies are generally fun and enjoyable, while the Creed movies are mostly boring and annoying....

The Rocky films can range from good to, not necessarily bad,,, but boring I think would be a better word. Although, I think that the blandness in the films can be excused due to the fact that the movies don't take themselves very seriously and you don't go into a Rocky sequel with the expectation of greatness lol. Rocky is very charming imo because he's a pathetic himbo. In the first movie he's involved with the mob but they didn't even like him because he would refuse to beat people up😭. He's poor, uneducated, kind, and he's only a boxer because he "can't sing or dance". The movies give you an actual reason to root for him (even if irl he probably would not have won some of his matches, but like I said it doesn't matter because the movies are unserious lol).

Some context for Creed I: in Rocky 1, Rocky's opponent is Apollo Creed, who later becomes his friend and mentor. In Rocky 4, Apollo dies.

ANYWAYS... the Creed movies follow Adonis Creed, who is Apollo Creed's illegitimate son that he had via an affair. In Creed I, Adonis is an amateur boxer and he seeks out Rocky so that he can train him for a fight. He also meets his girlfriend (and eventual wife) named Bianca. She is an up and coming musician as well as very erm.... ANNOYING💀. Her character is not very interesting and she overreacts about the dumbest things. Also there is a scene where Bianca and Adonis have sex on the couch while Rocky is sleeping in an armchair in the same room... THEY HAVE SEX IN FRONT OF HIM, IN HIS HOME, ON HIS COUCH, WHILE HE'S ASLEEP💀💀💀💀💀 They treat it as this funny tee-hee kinda moment but my friend and I were like huuuuuuuuuhhhhh😭😭😭😭. That was def when I decided that I hate them as a couple like wtf😭.

Also Rocky has the best and most compelling scenes in the movie. Rocky finds out that he has cancer and he tells the doctor "I'm okay with that" (my friend teared up) and he decides to not go through with chemotherapy because his wife and brother in law are dead, and he's estranged from his son. Adonis finds out and becomes upset that Rocky doesn't want to "live for him".... mind you, Rocky has only known Adonis for a couple months like lol. Like why would you be his reason for living... moving on, he basically coerces Rocky into doing chemo by saying that he won't fight anymore if Rocky doesn't get treatment. Which maybe others would think of that as a good thing but imo,, if the man wanted to die, he should have just let him die lmao. I found Adonis' motivations to be very selfish. Anyways blah blah blah, Rocky decides to live and Adonis wins his fight. Overall just an okay movie and Adonis was very annoying💀 I did not like his character at all lol.

Context for Creed II: In Rocky 4, Rocky fights this Soviet dude named Ivan Drago. Ivan kills Apollo Creed so Rocky goes up against him in revenge and ends up defeating him.

In Creed II, Ivan Drago is back in town and has his son Viktor with him (who is also a huge scary boxer). It turns out that after Ivan was defeated by Rocky, he was shunned (from the Soviet Union? Idk really) and him and his wife were sent to Ukraine. His wife eventually leaves him and he has to raise Viktor on his own. Ivan is basically like one of those toddlers and tiaras moms but with boxing rather than pageantry. He's pretty cold and abusive towards Viktor. This movie imo is the best out of the three; I think that all the characters have clear motivations and I liked the dynamic between Viktor and his dad. I actually rlly liked the opening scene of the movie because it starts with Ivan and Viktor in Ukraine, and Ivan literally punches Viktor awake in the morning💀💀.

Back to Adonis and Bianca... Bianca begins to develop some hearing loss (it is unclear whether it's hereditary or from loud noise) and she later finds out that she is pregnant. She expresses concerns over the fact that their baby may be born deaf, which like, does not really make sense? If Bianca has acquired hearing loss why would the baby have congenital hearing loss??? Anyways.. the baby (Amara) is indeed born deaf and Adonis and Bianca are devastated and they start crying. Which is a fairly normal response but, what gets me is that the only person to say something positive about the fact that she is deaf is Rocky. He says something along the lines of "Well she won't care that she's deaf so why should you?". And that's literally it lolol like Adonis and Bianca do not speak about the fact she is deaf ever again. At the end of the movie they show her with some bright colored hearing aids (so that they stand out to the audience) to show that "wow! Everything is good now because she can HEAR like a normal person!". Likkeee.... why couldn't they show them interacting with her using ASL instead lol? Very weird choice imo I did not like that at all.

Also every boxer has a walk out song, but for Adonis' last fight Bianca is singing??? Like she literally walks out in front of him with a mic lmaoooo😭😭. I just thought that was cringe like I did not enjoy that hifhshf.

Okay so at the end of the movie Adonis and Viktor have their big match, and ofc Adonis wins🙄🙄. Which makes no sense and they honestly should not have even fought in the first place because they are in completely different weight classes lol

In the Rocky films Rocky regularly goes against people that are larger than him, which is fine and makes sense in the context of the films because they are silly movies. Creed on the other hand takes itself seriously so the size difference stands out more. Like in Rocky 4, Adrian's flop drunkard incel brother lives with them, and Rocky gets him a robot wife as a gift😭. Like the Rocky movies are unbelievably dumb lol.

I was seriously rooting for Viktor the whole time😭 and the only reason that he lost was because his dad threw down the towel and gave up the fight. Which like, I guess is sweet but we don't ever see Ivan reflecting on the fact that perhaps he's pushing Viktor too hard. Also like 3 minutes before that he was literally telling Viktor to kill Adonis lmao so it makes no sense for him to throw in the towel but WHATEVER I guess. At the end of the movie Rocky makes up with his estranged son and he moves to Canada or something. So.

Creed III: this is the first Creed movie without Rocky. In this movie, Adonis reunite with his childhood friend Damian who has been in prison for nearly 20 years. 20 years for a crime that Adonis committed mind you. The story takes place 6 years after Creed II and Adonis is now retired. This movie is way better in regards to deaf representation. Amara no longer has hearing aids and she communicates with her parents using ASL.

So Adonis is annoying as usual and doesn't rlly gaf about the fact that Damian was in prison for that long lol. He comes out of retirement to fight Damian and Damian ends up losing to Adonis... which pissed me off like what was the reason lol. I honestly thought that he was gonna lose or let Damian win but WHATEVER.... I don't have much to say about the actual plot of the movie tbh like it was just boring lmao.

What did bother me though was the sponsorships... the movie was sponsored by Hennessy, Showtime, and Ralph Lauren and they were not subtle about it at alllll😭😭😭😭. They were drinking Hennessy and the name was splattered around everywhere. At the beginning of the movie Adonis is wearing this fuck ass outfit.. my friend and I were so confused😭 why is he wearing a hoodie underneath a blazer like💀

Later, Adonis steps outside and you see this advertisement plastered to the outside of a building. Like the Adonis character was doing Ralph Lauren ads in the movie lmao😭😭

After we saw this ad the stupid outfits made so much more sense lol.

The difference between Rocky and Adonis is actually funny to me though bcuz in Rocky 2 they try to get him to do ads, but he is unable to read the cue cards because he is canonically illiterate💀

Okay last thing, and this is totally nit picky of me, but I hated their mansion. It was this terrible modern style LA home like dont piss me awffff...

Alright that's all that I have to say about these films. I rlly could not tell you why they have such high ratings. And I know that like 90% of this is just me being a hater ig but idgaf lol.

#rats thoughts #rocky #creed #excuse the spelling or grammatical errors i'm literally dumb okay