#genuinely i think of her and begin to weep

[swftlore]

if rachel zegler has one million fans i am one of them if rachel zegler has one fan it is me if rachel zegler has no fans i am dead in the ground and even then i am a fan so actually she will always have one fan

#NEVER was i on that hate train you can trust in THAT #that is my woman that is my baby girl that is my sugarcube #joshua we will be FIGHTING #genuinely i think of her and begin to weep #that is a kind soul #and shes funny !! her lil tweets make me giggle !! #rachel zegler #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #west side story 2021 #shazam fury of the gods #anthea #stfu ollie

[holybibly]

Hongjoong playing rough and losing control with biting and scratching is so mf HOT ‼️‼️‼️‼️ His bunny sinking her nails into his hair and tugging his face to her pussy after he threatened to bite her, then he realises she actually WANTS it.. wants him to bite her weeping pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 his dick would actually genuinely hurt the way it hardened even MORE, maybe his knot would swell up so much more this time round too.

And his eyes rolling back into his head when he sinks his teeth onto the sweet mound oof...

All right, I'm definitely in the mood for a bit of rough and tumble today. Sorry to keep you waiting bunny 💓

Hongjoong is a lover of the hunt, perhaps a little too much for your tastes. But what could make a bunny sweeter than sugar then a good primal game? Absolutely nothing, especially with the approach of the full moon. As a result, it has become a tradition for you to venture into the forest at night, when the moon is at its brightest and the excitement is palpable. Your whole body was usually wrapped in Seonghwa's luxurious furs, which made moving around uncomfortable and slow. However, being in this wolf clan's house, you had little choice but to comply with your mommy's wishes.  It was natural for wolves to have a desire for wild hunting and a sense of chase. God, they go mad thinking about cornering you and sinking their teeth into your delicious, fertile body. You were an irresistible temptation; they simply couldn't resist you.  It was your third full moon, and once again, you found yourself exactly where you were meant to be at this time of the month. In reality, you are in no danger at all; it's just a game you're playing with them. The game starts when you're instructed to run and hide deep in the forest. You're given thirty minutes to find a spot, and then one of the wolves must find you, their sweet little prey, and ravage you. He will consume your body as his reward, knot you up, and fuck you madly.  Today was Hongjoong's turn to be your hunter through the forest, and he was determined to catch you. With the full moon bringing out his darkest carnal instincts, he relished the challenge of pursuing you. You cried out, whimpered, and squealed in his arms as he caught you, but he was relentless. You cried out, whimpered, and squealed in his arms as he caught you, but he was relentless. Your little cotton tail twitched with pleasure as you both succumbed to your primal desires. Today, he was bursting with excitement because of the tantalisingly fertile scent that you emitted, as if you were begging to be bred and filled. Hongjoong ran through the trees, following the trace of your fragrance—a mixture of peaches and cream, along with the heavy, intoxicating aroma of bitter almond and black cherry—Seonghwa. It didn't take him long to find you. Soon, his hot, hoarse breath will be tickling your neck, and your whole body will be frozen in an instant with fear and lust. As always, it has an effect on you! You obediently throw your head to the side and allow Hongjoong's long tongue to lick the bite marks on your own body. The skin there is still raw and inflamed, despite the fact that several months have passed since then. But Hongjoong sucks and bites at the area like a man possessed as soon as you fall into his hands. "I found you, my little bunny." The sound of his sombre laughter is a shudder through your body. "D-daddy…" "You played amazingly well for daddy, my little angel." Alpha purred, his fingers greedily tracing along your sides. He then firmly grasped your flesh, eliciting a gasp of both fear and pleasure from you. You couldn't help but notice viscous moisture beginning to collect between the folds of your pussy.

Hongjoong takes his time to fucking you, prolonging his anticipation, becoming more aggressive and greedy, all to make you the perfect meal for his feast.

First he has to taste you.

The air around you is cold, but your body is burning under his touch, under the luxurious fur soaked with intoxicating with sweet alpha pheromones. Your head begins to spin with the knowledge of what is about to happen as Hongjoong pushes you against the tree. Seonghwa and Yeosang went different ways before they fucked you to within an inch of your life. But you know exactly where Hongjoong will start. First he will bite and scratch you until you bleed and bruise, then he will greedily devour your pussy, slobbering and licking every available spot, and only then he will tie you up with his knot and keep you on his dick all night until dawn. Until Seonghwa takes you to the mandatory morning bath, and even then you can't be sure that Hongjoong will let you go.

"Oh my God, Alpha!" You let out a loud squeal as Hongjoong slides down your body, leaving angry, swollen lines from his sharp claws in his wake. His fingers immediately dig into your hips to hold you in place as he kneels in front of you, aggressively opening the sides of your gorgeous fur coat. He will probably hurt your thighs with the force he exerts, though there is no need; one look from those wolfish, hungry eyes was enough to make you not want to run away from him.

He looks depraved and wild, like a true predator: swollen red lips curled into a devilish grin, feverishly glittering eyes reflecting the moon and the lust hidden deep within, his silky hair dishevelled, and you can see his whole body trembling slightly with excess energy.

"I'm so hungry for you, bunny." Hongjoong growls in a deep, dangerous voice. He is more wolf than man now, but you, you like it in a strange way. And it cannot stop the wave of lust in your body, despite the natural fear of the predator whose sharp teeth are only a millimetre away from your neck. Bunnies are horrible whores.

You squirm in his grip as you feel his hot, ragged breath on your clit.

"I beg you, Alpha. I'm so ready for you…"

The Alpha rests his face between your legs, inhaling noisily your smel, his snow-white tail whipping behind his back like a whip. 

As soon as his mouth touches your cunt, honey slime begins to flow from your hole, and Hongjun moans. His tongue pushes the soft, wet folds of your pussy with brutal, animal insistence; he licks you shamelessly, noisily sucking all your juices as if he can't get enough of them, and you wriggle in his clawed hands. The sharp tips of his fangs lightly scratch your sensitive labia. And God, it does something to you. How can you explain it? You felt needy and hungry for something unexplored—a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt before, much stronger than you could have imagined.

"Don't fucking move, pet." Honjun growled, and the vibration of his voice sent a new wave of slime rushing out of you. "Or do you want me to bite this lecherous little cunt?" His teeth lightly bit down on your tender mound. 

You squeal into his arms, your fur slipping off your shoulders and your nipples instantly hardening as the cold night air licks at your naked breasts. 

This is it; this is exactly what you want. You want him to bite you. Bite you on your slutty little pussy. 

The realisation of this was a source of even greater despair for you. This would hurt. But you were in need of that pain anyway. He sucks the tender folds of your pussy hard into his devilishly beautiful mouth, and a loud moan escapes from your lips. Your hips unconsciously start to rub against Hongjoong's face. 

"Please … please, daddy bite me. Bite my pussy." That's what suddenly bursts out of you. Your little hands get tangled up in the silky strands of the Alpha's hair, and you dig your nails lightly into the skin of his head, which only makes him get more excited. 

The moment that Hongjoong hears your desperate plea, his mouth opens wide to reveal sharp fangs, which a second later are closing in on your tender flesh. 

The cry of your pleasure is so loud and so deafening that you could swear that all the wolves in the house would be able to hear it very clearly. Your eyes are wide open, and hot tears are streaming down your face, like the tears of the moon itself that shine in this night.  Honjun growls, his claws digging deeper and deeper into your thighs, and warm liquid begins to seep out from beneath them. He has made you bleed. The Alpha lifts his eyes to you, and for you, it's impossible to look away from his eyes as Honjun stares at you through his long lashes. His eyes, shimmering with scarlet—not a mesmerising ruby like Songhwa's eyes, but dark and bloody—seemed to penetrate your very soul. They made you flinch and squeal involuntarily. 

He pulled his mouth away from your сunt, only to lick greedily at the blood that ran down your thighs, his face smeared with your juices and the scarlet liquid that looked almost black in the moonlight.

"I've always known that behind that sweet, angelic facade, there was a real bitch in there. What are we going to do with you now, Fluffy?" Alpha bites you lightly on the thigh, and you throw your head back in a strange, painful pleasure, your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. It's all so horrible, so vicious. But you… you love it. Where is the sweet little bunny that you used to be just a few short months ago?

"I think daddy just has to punish you well. Don't you? Because I don't like bad girls, bunny, and you've behaved so badly."

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez au #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut

[chamberedbeauty]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

That stupid yellow piece of paper plagued her thoughts from the moment James pulled it out of his pocket. It plagued everyone they knew. His sisters were terrified, but tried their best to keep a brave face for their brother and mother- who was sick with fear and grief already was distraught and filled with tears only a mother could weep. Steve- well she wasn't quite sure how Steve was feeling other than a failure- that he should be with him.... which Gwen could nearly deck him for, but it was his feelings, nonetheless.

And as for her...all she could do now was pray for this war to end- and think of escape routes for the new soldier.

The week flew by and before everyone knew it, James would be sent off for basic training in the morning. 7am sharp. His sisters wanted to make this night special and begged him to go dancing- which of course he agreed to, even if it wasn't what he wanted.

Even more than that he'd been hesitant around her, and not just after the card came. No, this had been going on for a few months now. Nothing rude or blatant to the naked eye, but she knew him, she knew their relationship, and something was just off. He'd been avoiding her presence solely the whole night. Any time his sisters would be off dancing and Steve finding some quiet in the back, Bucky would suddenly need a drink and excuse himself. Finally, she stood, her hand outstretched to him, asking him to accompany her to the dance floor- a large grin coming to her red painted lips as he guides her out.

As the band slows their song, Gwen can't help but feel her chest tighten with disappointment, figuring he'd dismiss the dance, but instead, he pulls her to him. Not close like Harry would, or like he had before, but enough, and once more it causes her to smile. Her hand holds onto his as they begin to sway, her other softly resting on the back of his neck and she's about to speak before he asks his question- one that surprisingly brings the smallest bit of discouragement.

"Try my mother," Gwen replies with a small laugh. "Daddy's excited, but my mother, she's been dreaming of this moment ever since I was a little girl. But despite her pleading, I haven't even tried on any dresses yet. We have a few things planned out. What we'd like as the venue, the church, who will stand with us- just little things like that but um...it is a little difficult planning the wedding through letters."

Brown eyes look up to find his, resisting the urge to squeeze his hand. "I'm happy Steve came with us. I know he wasn't feeling well earlier this week, but I am glad he is trying." She laughs, a true and genuine laugh. "I will have to give him some lessons however. He stepped on my toes a few times and I'm pretty sure even though he only weighs ninety some pounds, June's toes will be black and blue in the morning."

This time she gives in and gives his hand a light squeeze. ".... Bucky, are you doing alright?" She feels the worry creeping onto her features, and she doesn't want that. He has enough to worry about without feeling the need to take care of her. So, she lightens it- as quickly as she can. "Because even though I'm a girl, I can still do some damage. We could break your ankle- oh! or your knee. You'd get out of service, and you'd get to walk like a pirate. Or maybe we should try for a rib. If we do any damage to your legs, it could affect your dancing abilities, and the women of New York City would weep. So, what shall it be?"

#lamentingwclf

[tziporarosen]

Delicate Flames

CHAPTER II : Sevika recounts a series of events leading to her father's death and her family's downfall. Y/N learns of their family's role in causing Sevika's suffering, including the loss of her mother and Sevika's own mutilation as punishment. Struck by guilt and remorse, Y/N offers restitution, but Sevika rejects it, harboring deep-seated resentment and refusing to forgive. As the tension dissipates, Y/N seeks to understand Sevika's pain, prompting Sevika to share her story of injustice and loss. Through their conversation, a fragile understanding begins to emerge between them, hinting at the possibility of reconciliation amid a backdrop of betrayal and privilege.

MEN AND MINORS DNI

You didn’t get the chance to breathe as your heart fell to your stomach, completely taken aback by the sudden change, her tone, mixed in with your vulnerability as you laid beneath her, completely defenseless. She pulled her fingers out as she got up, standing still as she watched your face go from flustered to ghostly white compared to the yellow musked cement walls. 

“How- I uh, I can explain” you stumbled as you pulled your knees forward as you sat up, shielding your bare chest as your hands trembled discreetly. 

“You don’t have to” Sevika stated coldly, her grin growing as she sat down on the wooden chair facing the bed. “Now I genuinely believe that you were lost, but what I don’t understand is why you had this sewn into your dress” she inquired as she pulled out the dagger from the back of her belt. 

Your brows wrinkle together at her question as you try to process the fast shift in atmosphere. “What do you mean? It’s a family heirloom” you explain unsurely. 

“Family heirloom? Really?” She scoffed out as she stood up before treading back to the side of the bed. Gulping down the harsh lump in your throat, you retreat in fear of the reality in front of you, your fate now locked in her fingertips. “Last time I checked, this was my fathers. He gave this to me, so unless we’re cousins, one of us is lying, and I’m not a liar, "Sevika conceded as she grabbed your ankle, pulling you closer. 

You let out a yelp as she placed the blade under your chin with her hand still gripped on your ankle, trapping you as she leaned in closer. “I’m not lying, my father gave this to me on my 10th birthday” you defend in a stammer, your body frozen at the imminent threat laying above your throat. 

“Are you calling me a liar Y/N?” Sevika asked calmly as she pressed the blade flat under your chin. 

“No ma’am” you mutter, her features blurring as you hold your breath, fearful of moving even a hair. You whimper quietly as her metal hand lets go of your ankle, her eyes never leaving yours. 

“You think your fancy dresses and tea cups hide the evil that you guys commit to the people beneath you?” She badgered in loath, her teeth locked in as she watched you shake your head carefully. “Use your words, Princess,” Sevika taunted. 

“No, it doesn’t” you mumbled, your body cooling down the longer you remain undressed. She remained still on you as she watched you crumble into a silent weep, your confidence completely evaporated. “I’m sorry for what my father did, I really am. We can fix it” you barter softly.

She let out an audible scoff of disbelief as she leaned down to get to your eye level. “You can bring back the dead now? bring back my arm, my family? My reputation? I’d rather burn my other arm off then take your help” she spat clearly, every single word digging a deeper cave in your chest. 

“N-no of course not, but we can do something, I’ll pay” you offer desperately. You didn’t know the full story but you realize how naive you were until now, worshiping the ground your father walked on when he stomped his way to power. The way she is glaring at you makes you want to dig a hole through the bed into the deep cement ground and bury yourself within. 

“Pay? You’ll pay for what? Just so you can shut me up like you shut everyone up that goes against his dictatorship, ruining people’s lives when they are just trying to survive?” She snapped as her eyes flashed into a dark gray, the glisten that usually resided now completely gone. Your features wrinkled as you tried to understand what she was saying, her anger seeming harsh from your perspective. “You have no idea do you?” She snickered as she removed the dagger from your neck, drifting it down to your shoulder. 

“Tell me, so I can do something. I can bring you back, get him to apologize, I’ll give you a title, respect, money, whatever you need to fix it” you sputtered out before you winced in pain as she grazed your skin. 

“You’re not listening, I don’t want anything from you or your scum of a family” she spat between clenched teeth. “What you did, can't be fixed with words, and fancy titles” Sevika commented with a lift of her top lip, scowling at her mock of your promise of status. 

“Then tell me, what did we do?” you rebuked in a plea, hopeful of finding a resolution, even if it's merely leaving with your life. 

“You really want to know?” Sevika questioned sarcastically as she pulled the knife away, yet part of her was surprised, taken aback that someone like you is actually interested in knowing what happened. 

“Yes, I can't find a solution if I don't know what happened” you urged softly, though it came out helpless, as if you needed her to tell you. 

Sevika tapped the heel of her foot on the ground as she sat in the chair opposite you, her bottom lip in between her teeth as she contemplated actually telling you what happened.

****

“Are you insane? Why would you do that?” Sevika whisper-yelled at her brother as she crouched down on the cold concrete floor, her whispers echoing into the hollow brick. 

“They deserve it! You know what they did to father, and now mother is dead because of them” he rebuked in a croaked shout, his words muffled by Sevika's pinching his leg. 

“So you wrote a letter threatening to kill the king?! That’s treason and you knew that!” Sevika snapped, angry that she’s about to lose him as well when she promised to keep him safe. 

“I didn’t do anything though, they’re still alive and well” he defended as he leaned his head to face the ground, realizing his royal fuckup. 

“That is not the point. Now we’re both to be executed before noon” she revealed as she let herself fall back on her rear, glancing up at her younger brother in rage. It’s been only a week since they lost their father after he failed to deliver the swords the king ordered in time, causing him to lose his life under the blade he crafted himself. The pain and anger was still so raw, it hadn't even processed in her mind. Her mothers suicide 3 days ago made it simple for a quick funeral, the couple together for eternity as their offspring’s waited to join them. “Whatever you do, do not say a word. Let me speak'' she warned as harsh footsteps approached the cell, loud keys clinking against each other as they stood up. 

Sevika's heart fell to her stomach as she saw the king standing behind the guards, his shadow appearing as the guards created a path. Biting down her pride, Sevika leaned forward in a bow, quickly pressing on her brother's lower back to force him into a bow. 

“I don’t usually come to visit my enemies, but this is a particular scenario. A whole family, vanished in 7 days, all because their father couldn’t deliver.” He started flatly as he rounded the bowing sibling. “And now, this boy threatens my life, the king that has offered your family a home, food, everything you could ever ask for” he spat as he lifted her brother's chin, scanning his sharp features. 

“Your Majesty, if I may” , Sevika spoke up gently, urging to plead for her brother's life. The king paused his analysis of the boy and turned his attention to the tall Sevika, his height almost reaching hers. Almost. 

“Go on” he permitted in curiosity. 

“What he did is unforgivable and foolish, he’s just a heartbroken boy. He means no harm, and definitely doesn’t pose a threat to your throne or well being. I will punish him, he was acting out of the grief and anger of a 15 year old boy. I beg of you, Your Majesty, please spare his life” she pleaded clearly, each word spoken with sincerity and fear, not of him, but rather the consequences she’s being accustomed to. 

His head tilted in intrigue as he pondered over her words as if, for the first time, he was being challenged. “Let me ask you this, the late king, my father. Do you know how he died?” He questioned calmly. 

Sevika swallowed down as she breathed out harshly, “yes, Your Highness” she muttered. 

“I’m glad you do, now would you like to let your brother know how the late king passed?” he asked with a little grin, reveling in the inevitable unravel. 

“He was assassinated” 

“That’s right, he was assassinated by a man, who was angry, and sad, just like your little brother here. So, why should I risk my life and throne? To spare the life of a scum” He interrogated as he shifted his attention back to her brother, disgust lingering in his tone. 

“He’s a child, he did not mean it” Sevika persisted, her voice gruff with frustration. 

“He didn’t mean to write, ‘I will cut your throat the way you cut my fathers’? Tell me serf, would you spare him if you were in my position?” He inquired, his insult locking Sevika' s jaw. 

“Yes, I would.” Sevika admitted firmly, hoping to use any tactic to save herself and her brother. “I would make an example out of him, show the people that you're not merciless as they see you” she explained, her words trailing off as the king stepped back, allowing his guards to step forward. 

“It's a shame you’re not king” he remarked as Sevika took notice of the change in atmosphere, rapidly stepping in front of her brother. 

“Don’t take him, he's just a child” Sevika pleaded as she let her knees hit the ground beneath her, kneeling for his life. 

“Place her in another cell, it's time” he ordered as he walked away, leaving a fighting Sevika behind, using all her restricted force to fight the guards off, but it was to no avail. Her screams held no power with her hands chained as she echoed her little brother's cries in the distance, fading into the early morning execution. 

****

You inhaled harshly through your nose, betrayal seeping through your veins as your fathers image cracked in your eyes, his gentle eyes no longer holding its delicate lullabies. Sevika's hand instinctively soothed her metal arm as she remembered the pain from that day, the physical hardly compared to the hole in her heart that remained. “He took my arm, said it was so no one in my family can ever threaten him again, made it seem like he was doing me a favor by keeping me alive” she murmured. 

“I- I’m so sorry, I had no idea” you whispered, unable to come up with anything else to say to such an admission. 

“Of course you didn't, how could you when all you could see was luxury and privilege?” Sevika remarked as she glanced down at the dagger on her lap. 

“Did your father make that?” you questioned as your eyes followed her fingers over the dagger. You could feel the danger slowly fade away as she opened up, the room returning to its previous quietude. 

“No, my grandfather did, my father gave it to me when I was old enough to hold a weapon” she explained as a little smile crept up, her smile quickly faltering once you returned a sympathetic grin. Your understanding seemed to hold an opposite effect as she stood up and shielded the dagger in the back of her belt before stepping back. “Storytime is over, get some sleep, I'll bring you back home in the afternoon” she asserted as she pulled the wooden door open. 

Your heart felt as though it could beat again at those words, knowing that she wasn't here for revenge or to harm you, she just needed someone to know. “Thank you” you trailed as she caught one last glance of you before shutting the door gently, leaving you to dwell in your new found truth. 

                  

Your heart jolted at the sudden creak of the door opening, too deep in thought to have heard Sevika’s approaching footsteps. You spent the past few hours thinking as you listened to the banging and shuffling of Sevika’s work, her closeness calming your meltdowns. 

“Let's go” she instructed as she placed a fur cloak on the foot of her bed, her figure casting a shadow over you. Steadily, you raised your body and leaned forward, a sharp pain in your core, pulling you back down on the bed. “What's wrong?” she questioned, a glimpse of concern lingering beneath the nonchalance. 

You groan at the unfamiliar pain before you freeze at the realization. “Fuck” you mumble to yourself. 

“Oh, the princess swears” Sevika taunted as you knocked your head back into the pillow. 

“No, I can't go home like this,” you explained as you scanned your body, purple and red marks trailing all down your chest, and you're assuming up your neck. 

“Oh that, I guess you’ll have to deal with the new tarnished name” Sevika stated with a raise of a brow, the reality of your new found dilemma was beginning to seem like good karma, delivered right to her doorstep. 

“No, you don't understand, I'll never be able to marry, and I can forget the throne while I'm at it” you expressed in slight panic, pondering over your options. 

“No, I understand, trust me” Sevika uttered with a scoff as she raised the fur cloak. “ Now let's go, I have a lot of work to do and I can't work when you're here” she motioned as she watched the panic in your mind seep through your expression. She knew you didn't deserve this, but part of her finally felt in control of her relationship with power, finally holding the upper hand. 

You could feel a sweat reach the hairs on your skin as you glanced up at Sevika, hoping she would change her mind and spare you some pity you certainly don't deserve. “One week, please, I promise I will stay out of your way, I can't go home like this. Sevika, please” you pleaded as you sat up. You could see a glimpse of contemplation in her eyes before it returned to its gray-tainted snowy eyes, denying you of mercy. 

“No, I am not harboring a princess in my house, it's suicide” Sevika justified as she pulls a brown cigarillo from her pocket, lighting it aflame as she nudged your foot. 

“No one will know, please” you pleaded, your brows crunched in desperation. 

“I said no, I'm not going to say it again. Put your coat on or I'll drag you out of here naked” Sevika asserted, her patience slipping into frustration. Part of Sevika was so tempted to let you stay in her bed, having you laid out for her to admire was the temptation whispering in her ears, but she knew that came with a price she was not willing to pay. 

You gulped down the tears that were meant to appear next as you submitted to her request, sliding the warm cloak over your slip dress. Silently, you walked to the front of the barn as she followed behind, contemplating her decision over and over, wondering if she was making a mistake by letting you go.

its been so busy lol, hope you like it, sorry there is no smut in this one since i am also a sucker for a little angst, i hope you are too lol

taglist:

@lesvii

@sevsbaby

@thesevi0lentdelights

#arcane #sevika #wlw #sevikasimp #lesbian #sevika smut #sevika x you #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika fanfic

[konigsblog]

First of all, I'm so utterly obsessed with your blog! Your writing is top tier.

Second, who do you think out of all boys would have a thing for seeing the reader crying? Because I feel like it would definitely be Price and Graves (and maybe Valeria).

I can see Price genuinely trying to comfort the reader and being nice but he can't help getting hard at the sight of their pretty crying face, especially if they cling to him for comfort. And he definitely strikes me as the type to comfort you and tell you how pretty you look while crying on his cock 😩😩.

(Graves would definitely be mean about it, he'd be sooo nasty.)

price hates seeing you sad, but he can't control the way his meaty cock hardens inside his boxers, letting you sit on his lap while he rubs your back slowly, hushing you. he'll definitely mention soft sex to make you feel better, but when he looks at that wet and glistening face, eyebrows downturned and sad, he begins rutting into you faster. and you just swallow his entire big cock, one large hand beside your head, your hand grasping at his wrist while his other hand is intertwined with your smaller one :(

valeria and graves are similar. they both love getting you upset and whiney, getting all wet and sticky at the sight. valeria will eat your cunt slowly and 'til you're sobbing for more, cheeks glassy from your tears and eyes shut tight as you mewl softly :( her thumb rubbing at your sensitive nub and making you weep as your orgasm washes over you.

graves gets all hard when you start crying because of his edging. he makes you walk around base with a vibrator shoved inside your needy hole, grinding against your hand before hiding in his office. but since he's so kind, he'll let you ride his thigh whilst he does paperwork. telling you to shush when you keep mewling, listening to your constant pants; like a puppy. you probably drool all ove him because you're so simulated and overwhelmed!!!

#orla speaks #female reader #female insert #captain price #john price #valeria cod #valeria garza x you #valeria x reader #valeria garza #captain john price #price #phillip graves #philip graves x you #cod philip graves #phillip graves x you #philip graves

[loudgaybug]

because I'm autistic I decided to catalogue all the flower language meanings in pommes gift to pepito and em

regrettably I'm not including sunny because there were no flowers in her gift. this is mainly for me to have an archive of it. pomme did say she looked into flower meanings for em ! if anyone has anything to add/correct please do, I tried my best to find the names of some of the modded flowers but I'm not familiar with the mods so I didn't know for sure, just guessed based off appearance

Pepito

blue amaranth (amaranthus in general) - longevity, immortality (amaranthus is derived from Greek meaning unfading)

red amaranth (also known as love-lies-bleeding) - hopeless love or intense and genuine love, deep emotion, warmth, energy

purple amaranth - unchanging affection, independence, individuality, abundance, prosperity

pink amaranth - vitality, empathy, compassion, understanding, given to show support, comfort, affection

additional info : red, pink and purple amaranth are colours that amaranth cockscomb comes in, amaranth cockscomb is most associated with red, amaranth cockscomb means affectation (pretentious manner) and foppery (excessive attention paid to clothes/appearance)

Em

cornflowers (pomme's favourite flower) - beauty, purity, grace, love, fertility, nature and its independence, bravery, loyalty, hope, anticipation, patience, elegance, delicacy, refinement, single blessedness

the cornflower has ties to France; there is a story that when Napoleon invaded Prussia Queen Louise hid her children in a field of cornflowers, making flower crowns for their heads so they would blend in. It was also worn by the french military. Cornfowers in France are a symbol of remembrance, known as the Bleuet de France.

black rose - death, mourning, tragedy, farewell to a loved one, danger, sorrow, revenge, endings, new beginnings, rebirth, eternal love. historically it was a symbol of dark magic, but also a symbol of resistance for anarchist and anti-authoritarian groups

poppies - consolation, remembrance, death, peace, loss, deep sleep, eternal rest, imagination, resurrection

peony - good luck, compassion, love, honour, happiness, wealth, elegance, beauty, bashfulness, shame

The association between peonies and bashfulness is from folklore where pesky nymphs hid in the petals of peonies. In China they symbolise rank/wealth. It is said that Empress Wu Zetian walked through the imperial gardens and became upset the flowers weren't blooming, issuing a decree for them to bloom. The next day they all bloomed apart from the peonies, which enraged her, and she ordered them burnt. The next day, however, they grew back from the ashes as red flowers, then she banished them to Luoyang Palace.

That one red and white/cream flower in the pack is my greatest enemy. it could be a red and white carnation, in which case it would mean purity, luck, love and affection, or more likely the incan lily meaning devotion, pure friendship, support, love, faithfulness, "you are beloved" condolences at a time of sorrow, or it could also be a red and white rose symbolising unity

I think the flowers at the bottom are red marigolds? I'm working under the assumption they are. Red marigolds - love, passion, marigolds - grief, despair, genuine hurt from mourning, compassion, remembrance, the beauty and warmth of the rising sun, resurrection. In Shakespeare's A Winters Tale Perdita hands flowers out saying "The marigold, that goes to bed wi'th' sun, And with him rises,weeping.”

#qsmp pomme #qsmp #qsmp pepito #qsmp empanada #q!pomme #q!pepito #q!empanada #pomme the egg #pepito the egg #empanada the egg #qsmp analysis

[starheirxero]

At this point, the creators are just trying to see, how far they can take the angst until we all turn to dust-

The fact that Lunar actively doesn't want to feel, because they see themself a danger to everyone is making me become a feral dog-

Earth, oh for God's sake, she just keeps breaking me- The way she talked about Solar😭 He was her best friend, and her support system! He was the person, who always knew what to do, who always spent time with her, and now he's gone… THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KNIT LITTLE ANIMALS THE DAY HE DIED- I am perishing-

It's very interesting to note, how different they all cope though! Earth, though heartbroken, is actively grieving in a healthy manner, or at least trying to! Meanwhile, her brothers are very much not coping- Lunar is numb, Moon is overworking himself, and Sun honestly doesn't seem to know what to do! None of them are quite able to process, it seems.

Eclipse's section was so fascinating as well! He seems so genuinely confused about Earth's words, about her lack of wanting to hurt Ruin! He was so quiet when he listened to her, pretty much soaking in her words! For the first time, he actually seems to see her, see a perspective beyond his own-

Not to forget her sympathy. Because yes, Eclipse's life was fucking tragic, and still is, his wrong doings don't change that!

If this continues the way I think it might, then to be honest, it'll almost be better if Solar didn't return- Don't get me wrong, I love the guy with all my heart, however, his death is a lot more…meaningful? It's different from the rest.

In the past, there has been a consistent case of quiet mourning, and not just for the dead. For example, Lunar's grief for what he could've had with Eclipse, which caused him to be sent to Solar's dimension in the first place! It's a very consistent thing that still lives on, even without actively talking about it!

Other death's were quietly wept for in the past. When Eclipse died, no one was shown to grieve him, though Lunar likely did quietly. Again, that was probably partly why Moon sent Lunar to Solar's dimension!

Bloodmoon too, was quietly mourned for, though it was only mentioned briefly! For one, with KC, and in a video, Lunar went to Solar's dimension and they watched baby photo fanart together! Somewhere, Lunar mentioned Bloodmoon's death, and Solar stopped the recording for a while! After that, it wasn't talked about anymore.

Lunar's death itself was rather different, as it was clear from the beginning, that he was alive, though it didn't change the weight of it! It was shown in the way Sun would get quieter when he was mentioned. Though it was never actively talked about, the weight was there.

Old Moon is a whole issue in and of itself. It was obvious, just how much Sun wept for him, but that too was done quietly, often avoiding the topic all together! Likely feeling like he couldn't mourn at all, because it'll be unfair towards new moon. It was a constant weight at the back of his mind.

There was KC as well. Moon made it clear, how angry and upset he was, but it was never quite elaborated on, likely hanging over him quietly.

My point is, that all their grief was something quiet that stayed in the background, pushing itself to the front every once in a while. No one ever took the time to grieve properly before, to sit down and weep, to scream at the sky. There was always too much happening!

Deaths were never the focus!

This time though, it's different! Solar's death is a constant cloud hanging over them, never leaving them alone. It feels more meaningful, y'know? It's in the forefront now, it's complete center stage!

It will likely also cause quite a bit of character development, seeing with Eclipse already.

Not to forget, seeing as it's something hanging over them, we'll likely see our main characters going through all the process of grief, and slowly learn to live with it, to move forward. At least that's where I think it might be going-

Which, if that's the case, would feel meaningless if Solar returns.

Then again, if he does come back, I WILL cry tears of joy, so-

-Stardust

LITERALLYYYYY AUAGHHHH.!!!!

Genuinely any sort of "we were supposed to do xyz" when a character died fucks me up SO BAD. They had plans. They had hopes. They assumed they'd both be alive by then ☹️☹️☹️

AND YEA THEY'RE ALL HANDLING IT SO DIFFERENTLY ITS AUGHHH. Genuinely yea Earth (and maybe Sun?) seem to be the only ones grieving in a healthy way and it's so heartbreaking to watch all around. AND ECLIPSE. ECLIPSE..... YEAH HIS MEETING WITH EARTH WAS WILDLY FASCINATING TO ME. Even Earth herself noted that Eclipse didn't insult her, just kinda questioned and then left.

AND EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT DEATH IN TSAMS YESYESYES!!!!!!!! Genuinely me n my qpp were talking about something SO similar the other day, how no other characters had this level of grief from the characters and the videos!! There's always the obligatory "so-and-so is DEAD?! in vrchat" video but there was never a "missing Lunar" or "grieving the old Moon" video!! Like you said, it was always this quiet grief that seeped between the cracks and gunked up their ability to fully think or feel, but everyone was always so busy with Everything Else.

Now, we're at a point where most of the danger is dealt with or not a very immediate threat. Stitchwraith and Bloodmoon are more Foxy and Monty's problem, the Creator isn't targeting Sun and Moon (as far as we're aware, at least), and Eclipse is sort of... docile right now. The celestial family has time to grieve and they have every right to grieve because we really don't know if Solar is coming back.

I get you so hard btw I am genuinely so torn on whether I want Solar back or not for realzies ahsiahdj 😭😭😭

#asks #anon #stardust anon #SORRY ALSO BTW!!!!! #/NO ONE GRIEVED SOLAR FLARE/ #THATS SOMETHING THAT LITERALLY MAKES ME EMOTIONAL STILL TO THIS DAY #everyone else was grieved by at Least one person #but solar flare had their identity and free will stripped away before they ever had a chance to find anyone willing to grieve them #they died in silence and it was IN VAIN :(((( #ahem. anyways. POINT IS. death in tsams has never been like this and its fucking me UP #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #long post

[maidenofmice]

The slender acacia would not shake

One long milk-bloom on the tree;

The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,

As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;

But the rose was awake all night for your sake,

Knowing your promise to me;

The lilies and roses were all awake.

They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,

Come hither, the dances are done,

In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,

Queen lily and rose in one;

Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,

To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear

From the passion-flower at the gate.

She is coming, my dove, my dear;

She is coming, my life, my fate;

The red rose cries, *She is near, she is near;'

And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'

The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'

And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'

She is coming, my own, my sweet;

Were it ever so airy a tread.

My heart would hear her and beat,

Were it earth in an earthy bed;

My dust would hear her and beat,

Had I lain for a century dead;

Would start and tremble under her feet,

And blossom in purple and red.

[excerpt from Lord Tennyson‘s Maud I, XXII.]

So i was briefly exposed to this poem in an art history seminar on the Victorian Era a few months ago, and because I am totally normal, all I could think about was how well it fit Aki on at least two layers. One: the entire linking of Maud with flowers, especially the rose, for obvious reasons works so so well. Especially the title „Queen Rose of the Rosebud Garde of Girls“ makes so much sense. And the second layer is a little deeper but also totally supported by my own confirmation bias. Maud is described to be deceptively beautiful but incredibly cold looking, with a stern expression and a complexion that makes her appear almost dead. I haven‘t read the entire poem down to detail but from what I could gather, the lyrical protagonist falls in love with her (and grows increasingly obsessed) after a disagreement between their fathers lead to his father‘s death, so at the beginning he tries to get back at Maud‘s father through her, but ends up being bewitched by her in the process, eventually dueling and killing her brother etc. etc. it‘s all very Victorian. Maud is mostly passive in this, never actively described to do anything and yet she is said to be both the best thing in the lyrical protagonist‘s life while at the same time being his demise.

Retrospectively one could assume that both of these things are not inherent to her character and just qualities assigned to her by the men in her life. In the Victorian era there was almost a popular belief that there were two opposing kinds of women: femmes fragiles and femme fatales, the first kind being dependent and almost sickly but on the other hand sweet and kind and docile, while the femme fatale as in popular media today is independent yet violent and oftentimes promiscuous.

It���s an interesting duality that I see in Aki in a way (helped by the image of roses, y‘know, they‘re beautiful flowers with delicate blossoms but also piercing thorns which the show uses actively to characterize this duality in Aki) , but in a way where it has always been decided for her instead of by her. She‘s violent at the start because that is the side of hers that is fostered by Divine and towards the end of the show her caring nature shines through instead. Interestingly enough though, she is less independent when in her „femme fatale“ stage, which is really just her anger and pain towards abandonment as a young teen not being dealt with properly. She was never a true femme fatale to begin with and neither has she ever been and will ever be a femme fragile. She‘s just Aki, with both all the hurt she‘s had to experience but just as much all the times she got to experience genuine happiness, a lot of which comes from being taking care of by and caring for her friends.

There are a lot more thoughts in my brain about how women were characterized in literature throughout the decades, using the image of the rose — a sort of de-humanization of the woman and at the same time a personification of nature as woman. We talked about this extensively in another seminar on nature songs but that would exceed ALL limits on this post.

So instead just take this little drawing I made of my Queen Rose. She enables me to do things in my art I never knew I could do.

#yugioh 5ds #aki izayoi #akiza izinski #yugioh 5ds fanart #YuGiOh 5ds Aki #i am in fact not normal #especially not about her #or this trainwreck of a show #sorry I’m one third Art history student #inspired by victorian art #inspired by poetry #i have so MUCH MORE TO SAY ABOUT HER #TALK TO ME

[theautumnpicker]

Read on AO3.

The arm and leg of a teddy bear lay beside its mutilated body. As far as Astarion is concerned, it's the consequences of Karlach's own actions. If the bear was so important to her, she shouldn't have left it at camp in reach of the dog. From Volo's report, Scratch hadn't even shaken the thing particularly hard; it seemed to fall apart the moment he put his teeth on it. No surprise there. The bear was ratty to begin with.

Well, it's no great loss. At least the mutt hadn't chewed up anything of actual value. Astarion feels worse for Scratch, really, who is now curled up on the far side of the camp with his tail over his nose, whining now and then and looking deeply ashamed. He only wanted to play.

Karlach doesn't weep over the teddy like a child, but Astarion's not sure he's ever seen that mournful look persist on her face for more than five minutes. Even if it is her own fault, it's damned depressing being in the same camp as her. No one talks that evening. It's an eerie silence over the campfire. By the hells, anyone would think someone had actually died.

While the others are eating dinner, then, Astarion collects the pieces of the bear and brings them to his tent. He breaks out his sewing kit, the same he uses every second evening to repair the damage to his armor or clothing, and gets started with reattaching the limbs to the aging fabric. It's even less of a surprise that they'd fallen off, now that he's holding the bear in his hands and can see just how many of the seams have split, how the thread attaching the eyes has loosened to the degree that one of them is in danger of falling out at any moment. There's no point in doing this at all if he doesn't do it right, so Astarion reinforces the seams with careful stitches in his practiced hand.

He's still repairing a small gash to the foot when Gale approaches the tent adjacent his, evidently having finished eating first. Astarion glances up and sees Karlach still staring pensively into a bowl of stew.

"Is that Karlach's bear?" asks Gale, and Astarion sighs. "That's very nice of you, Astarion!" He sounds genuinely touched.

"I don't know what you mean, darling. I'm always nice." He peers up at the wizard, tilting his chin back in a haughty pose and narrowing his eyes. "But if you say a word about this to anyone else, I might forget to be. I'd rather not play seamstress to the entire camp."

Gale looks amused in a way that infuriates Astarion, like he thinks he's learned something about him. "You don't need to worry on my account. My lips are sealed."

"Good. Now, do keep them that way while I'm working. If anyone asks, I've been out hunting." Astarion redoubles his efforts now that some of the others are beginning to finish their meal. He runs his fingers over the fabric of the bear, checking for weak points. It can't exactly be called good as new, but at least it won't fall apart again if given a firm shaking.

Much to the continued amusement of the wizard beside him, once he's finished, Astarion directs his Mage Hand to carry the bear back to Karlach's tent and dismisses it afterwards, sight unseen. Just as he's stealing away into the woods to make good on his alibi, he can hear Karlach's delighted cry: "Clive! How— Did you do this, Gale? Oh, I'd hug you if I could!"

Astarion doesn't hear the wizard's response, but as he slips away, the smile forms on his face for once without deliberation.

#baldurs gate 3 #Astarion #my fic #ficlet #clive bg3

[doctorwho-rewatch]

S3E10 - Blink

★★★★★

Don't blink. Blink and you are dead.

The Weeping Angels are one of the most horrifying aliens in Doctor Who and this episode is one of the best non-Doctor Who stories of the series. I say that deliberately. This episode is so good, but it is very different from a traditional Doctor Who story. I never understood why people use it as an introduction to the show. You'd be sorely disappointed if you expected the rest of the show to be like Blink.

With the Doctor and Martha largely out of action, it is up to Sally Sparrow and Larry Nightingale to decipher the easter eggs in various DVDs to prevent the Weeping Angels from getting hold of the TARDIS and to rescue the Doctor who is trapped in the past. All the while keeping safe from the Angels, because if you blink...you get zapped into the past, erased from the present.

I was hooked at every moment. The creeping sense of dread as Sally navigated her way through the house - never knowing if an Angel was just around a corner, or just through a doorway is executed brilliantly. To keep yourself safe means to constantly maintain eye contact. If you're terrified, how do you do that? Your eyes begin to water. How much longer can you keep from blinking? What happens when another one, or another one appears. These are genuinely terrifying monsters.

Carey Mulligan was excellent as Sally and Billy Shipton's journey of being zapped back and living his days until he reunited with Sally as an elderly man was poignant.

This episode unnerved me for days after watching and I cannot think of a flaw. Brilliant stuff.

QUOTE: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey… stuff." (iconic)

#doctor who #doctorwho #tenth doctor #martha jones #david tennant #freema agyeman #sally sparrow #weeping angels #wibbly wobbly timey wimey #10th doctor #series 3 #bbc #nuwho

[theofficialjusthere]

The couple had gone for a walk leaving their dragons resting in the pit. The come upon this great scenery on a cliff. Just a few steps away from a drop of death. Lucerys takes in the beauty of the mountains and valleys. The river that runs between, the green that covers most of it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asks the boy.

“Very,” replies Aemond, only he wasn’t looking at the rigid mountains but staring at Lucerys whose curly hair gets blown by the wind. He loves it when the boy smiles, he would kill to see the genuine happiness that radiates off of his partner.

“We should head back now dearest,” says the older, the wind blowing his hair making it messy yet still beautiful. Stretching out his hand he beckons Lucerys towards him.

Lucerys reaches out, fingers almost touching when the ground beneath him gives way. Aemond dives after him, one hand grabbing his arm while the other holds onto the rocky surface.

Back in the pit, Vhagar senses danger on her rider and takes off, she doesn’t know where she’s flying but she can feel her rider, sensing danger, sensing urgency.

Aemond struggles, trying to keep them both from falling to their deaths, he is grabbing onto whatever he can grab on but his hand is slipping, bit by bit. Lucerys sees his husband struggling, knows that there’s nothing more than can be done, except for one thing.

“You have to let me go,” Lucerys suggests. Aemond looks at him like he’s a madman for thinking of such a thing. “We both won’t make it if this continues, you have to let me go. At least one of us will live.”

“You’re so stupid to think I would let you go. NEVER will I EVER let you go, you hear me?!”

“I know,” Lucerys smiles sadly, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. “But there’s not much of a choice.”

Lucerys begins slipping out his fingers one by one from Aemonds grip. “What’re you doing?” Aemond asks in disbelief. “No, no don’t do that,” he says screaming at the teary eyed face below him.

Lucerys was down to the last finger when he says, “I love you.”

Aemond screams as the boy falls, far, far down till he looks away as the body thumps on the rocky surface down below. With his other hand now free he manages to climb himself up to the ledge. He screams in agony. The love of his life, he just lost the love of his life. He continues weeping when he hears a beating of wings that lands close to him. Looking ahead he sees Vhagar who screeches as if she’s crying.

Wasting no more time he rushes to her back and flies her down hoping that there could still be a chance Lucerys could still be alive. Sliding off his dragon his feet give way as he falls to the ground, he can’t pull himself together of what lies on front of him. He crawls towards the lifeless body and pulls it towards him and weeps in pain. He’s dead, the boy he loved is dead.

He thinks back, he could’ve done more, he could’ve saved him. Why did he have to be so weak in that moment? Tears flowed like rivers as he held the body close, kissing those used to be pink cheeks, his screams echoed around, blood covered his arms from holding onto the body.

One thing about Aemond is he’s never usually sure about his decisions, but this one he’s sure of. Giving one last kiss on those beautiful lips he looks at his dragon for one final request, holding the body close, he asks the dragon.

“Vhagar….. dracarys.”

#aemond x lucerys #hotd thoughts #aemond one eye #lucemond #lucerys targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen

[someplayfromthepast]

things no one talks about from the reunion concert

the event itself honestly was not that well organized and it took almost 2 hours to get everyone into the theatre. the good news is i was able to run around and meet some ppl there

also you could see everyone in the wings? jon and lolo were standing there for a good majority of the time before the show just looking out at the audience

GIDEON GLICKS OUTFIT WHY WAS BRO DRESSED LIKE HE WAS ON A JOG

and then once the show started it took so long for anyone onstage to even sit down. the time before lea sang the first note felt like an eternity

christine estabrook pronouncing wendla with a soft W at the beginning of the show💀

oh and then i sat and watched lea michele READ (Yes u read that right. I saw her read in real time) her first few lines. so

MAMA. WHO. BORE. ME. REPRISE. i have genuinely never heard a more electric version of this song. all the girls' voices have aged beautifully and yet it was still somehow the same as it had always been.

the absolute flood of spit that came out of jon groff's mouth every time he said "you waTCH me"

jbw smelling his hand after my junk?

THE UNDERSTUDIES ENTERING 💀 it was so funny for some reason. they weren't onstage until brian sang his verse in touch me. so weird

jbw and gideon all over each other during touch me

watching lilli and lauren sing the dark i know well was beyond unreal. i felt like i was in a different world watching them sing it. they were like 40 feet from me.

john gallagher jr did NOT remember any of the words to these songs My guy was holding his script for the entire show. How did u play this role for years and i know it better than u do by watching the bootleg like 30 times

vs jon groff performing the mbn choreo flawlessly (and me sobbing)

the jgroff lea michele making out action that was just there . Like guys this is just a semi staged concert why r u horizontal kissing at the imperial theatre on a monday evening

they showed a video during intermission that i've never seen anyone post anything from. i guess i should upload that somewhere

THE BABY CRYING DURING THE GUILTY ONES. WHO BROUGHT THEIR MF BABY TO THIS EVENT. i lowkey think it mightve been one of the casts babies but also Why did they bring the baby .

john. gallagher. jr. and the way he welcomed us back to moritz's world of neon lights and angst in a single beat. as soon as john started the chorus of dds that was it for me. i was back in 2006 and i was watching moritz, not john.

and also just in general how we (the generation who grew up on the bootleg rather than seeing the show for ourselves) never really saw what became of john's moritz. the last we saw of john in the role was almost a year before he left. it was very different from what i'd known of him. but never ever in a bad way i love you john.

john's chair sat empty for the entire rest of the show after dds which just kind of hit hard

how the theatre EXPLODED for the entirety of totally fucked. if you've seen the boots from any of the final performances you know. everyone in the theatre was cheering and screaming and weeping

jon groff singing to the girls in the front row during fucked oh my god i was so JEALOUS

the applause for totally fucked lasted a solid 5 minutes probably. totally fucked was never my favorite song until i experienced that

jonny b and gideon glick going at it during woybr . Rekindling an old romance i fear

gideon was trying not 2 laugh during reformatory scene. actually he wasnt really trying not 2 he was just laughing his ass off

i honest to god don't remember those you've known or song of purple summer. i was so in the moment that i just didn't take it with me, and honestly i am okay with that. it's the part of me i left at the imperial that night.

thank you forever spring awakening. i can't believe it's already been a year.

#spring awakening #spring awakening reunion #jonathan groff #john gallagher jr. #lea michele

[fervency-if]

How would the LIs react if MC is killed in front of them? Would they take revenge? How miserable would they be without MC? Will they ever move on?

Ouch! Angsty! I think all of them would be equally miserable in a sense, as in they would grieve and feel the loss an equal amount, but they would do it in different ways.

Talk of death below the cut:

The Physician wouldn't take revenge, because she would be too caught up in her own grief to do so. What does it matter? It wouldn't bring the person back to life. She would wish all the worst for that person, but if anything happened, it wouldn't be by her hands. She would, of course, do her best to save the main character - she would give them so much of her blood that she started to feel faint, not stopping until she realised it was futile. Moving on would be extremely difficult for her. She would always feel it in her heart in some way. Taking another 'apprentice,' so to speak, would remind her too much about her and the main character's time together, so she would do what she always did before meeting them - travel alone.

If Aubrey was able to, he would take immediate revenge. This person would not go unpunished, and he would want them to suffer badly. He would feel like a shell of his former, fun-loving self. He would ache for pleasure and something that dulled the pain, but he would be unable to find anything that did so. He would overindulge regarding this and that (not sexual relations, though, because even trying would probably make him weep,) but that would only make him feel more miserable. He would have a hard time sleeping or taking care of himself, and look terrible. His paintings would emanate pure agony. He would turn into the epitome of a tortured artist.

Vesa, too, would feel vengeful and wanting the person to suffer by her hands. She would try to move on eventually, but there would always be a thorn inside of her, and a wound that wouldn't heal. She would always carry a physical memento of the main character - perhaps a locket with their portrait (even if she had to paint it herself, quite poorly,) or something of the sort. Her once so bright, jovial smile and her once so sparkling eyes would have a dullness and insincerity to them for a long time. She would eventually try to celebrate the main character's memory as well as she could.

Narciso would want to take revenge, thinking that the main character might have wanted that. It would only be fair and just. He would feel completely empty inside, so if he took revenge, it wouldn't be with any strong feelings. He just did what was 'right.' He's very old, he doesn't stay in one place for many years at a time, so people in his life come and go. He realises that he thought that it was different regarding this person. He actually, genuinely, thought that they would be constant, that he finally found a true connection to keep. It seems to have been too good to be true. A person like him isn't meant to make connections. Therefore, he would be unable to move on. What's the use? He would only be hurt again.

Roswhen would take revenge. Immediately, if possible. Savagely. A person like that doesn't deserve to live. They wouldn't prolong their pain or something like that, but it would be a bloody and ferocious affair, to say the least. The people finding the body would probably feel completely nauseated. They used to play jovial folk music, but after this, most of their music would be dedicated to the main character. Tunes that captured the grief, and tunes that captured the happiness they had together. Even trying to move on would take a long time, but they would try not to let the grief get the better of them. The main character wouldn't want them to be miserable, so instead they would try to cherish life with them in mind, even though it would be extremely difficult (and impossible at the beginning.)

Elan might have mentioned two states of his - 'either he feels completely indifferent, or he feels far too much.' Both of these states would amplify. The indifference would turn to 'completely empty and hollow inside,' and the 'feeling too intensely' would get completely overwhelming. First he lost his only parent, then he lost his friend/partner as well. 'Is life just wound after wound? Is happiness even possible for me?' He wouldn't care about revenge most of the time, because he would have a hard time caring about anything - but sometimes the desire for vengeance would be extreme, creating disturbing scenarios in his head. Why didn't he use his knife, why was he too devastated? He would be utterly and completely unable to move on, and his oftentimes gloomy demeanour would turn into a completely miserable demeanour. 'Is that man ever happy?' The playful self-deprecation he has going on would turn into some sort of self-loathing. He and his physical strength couldn't protect them.

#fervency #fervency ros #death #excuse the melodrama - I just felt so sorry for them all!

[this-is-krikkit]

Hi Krikkit! How's your day going?

For the character game *drum roll*: LESLIE KNOPE

Thought I'd change things up a bit to explore some of our other shared fandoms 😅

xoxo

hey Alice, thanks for suggesting this one! i miss parks badly these days (tlou and nick offerman starring in it might have a lil to do with that) and i love that we share that fandom too, so kudos to you for that idea 🤗

favorite thing about her: her determination!!! she's so fucking stubborn when she wants to get something done, and she'll find a way to reach her goal no matter what! we have chosen to stan forever.

least favorite thing about them: how aware i am that i would not be able to stand her energy irl lmao like i love her a lot but anyone who tries to wake me up early the one time a month i get to sleep in WILL be killed

favorite line: "the only thing i will be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!!" bc i love an overcompetitive drama queen who struggle to bury her feelings so deep that they end up sounding like over the top death threat during model UN ♥️♥️

brOTP: leslie x ron were always my fave friendship of the show, even before their epic scene in the last season

OTP: benslie is love, benslie is life. it's the healthiest relationship i've ever seen depicted on a TV show, and it's refreshing that they didn't destroy that for the sake of comedy like it happens so often (monica x chandler in friends, barney x robin in himym... i could go on)

nOTP: i guess anything that's not leslie x ben? i didn't like her with the cop dude, although he was funny. they never felt half as genuine and soft and perfect as benslie did from the very beginning

random headcanon: she tried being a supportive spouse and reading ben's star trek fanfiction once, thought it was cool but whatever yk, until ben joked that there probably were fanfic authors who wrote US historical figures fics out there. it was the beginning of a VERY long summer where leslie posted about 30 historically accurate M to E rated works on ao3, 2 of which were over 100k words multichapters. ben, half horrified and half impressed, commented dutifully on each chapter, even getting into virtual fights with rightists (is that a word?) who called leslie names bc they disagreed with the politics aspects of her fics, and even though nothing beats that actual real life punch he once threw to defend her honor, his internet chivalry effectively turned her on still. they had a short but intense reign as ao3's most productive power couple before the triplets came back from chris and ann's for school and they had to focus on their parenting roles + her presidential campaign again.

unpopular opinion: idk how unpopular it is, but there was never a doubt in my mind that she's the president at the very end of the series?? like ik they left a doubt there on purpose, but seriously, does anyone really think leslie's story ends with her being the first lady and not the fucking president when it's been her dream forever?? how rude can the universe be

song i associate with her: sadly, the get on your feet and make it happen campaign song x) anytime i hear her name that's what i think about and it's horrible bc it won't leave my headdd

favorite picture of her: leslie in a suit!!!!!!!!?????? 😍🥰🥵 that hair length and color suited her best too imo, oh god i miss her now 😭

#leslie knope #parks and rec #ben wyatt #ron swanson #headcanons #i miss parks :/ #mutuals #wanderlustqueen writes #asks

[frutiylaris]

Signalis. How and why?

I apologize for intruding on the signalis tag with my autistic love for this little game. It will most likely happen again. Signalis is just beautiful. I find it hard to enjoy most games that are released nowadays, be they indie, double-A or triple-A. I've become bitter about games and media and I'm only in my 20s.

So when my friend introduced me to Signalis thinking that I would enjoy it, I thought it would be another run-of-the-mill indie game about depression or some such nonsense. But then I played it... The first ending I got being the promise ending. Seeing Arianne and Elster embrace and just love each other made me weep. The sheer devotion this damned robotic woman had for her lover made me pause. And when I replayed it recently for my second playthrough just to make sure I didn't miss anything. I got the memory ending and my heart sank into sadness once again. I... I don't know how to describe my feelings towards the game. On one hand, I do not appreciate the heavy-handed foreshadowing, but at the same time a part of me now understands why it was done that way. Admittedly the moment I saw the King in Yellow and references to HP Lovecraft and cosmic horror my brain tipped me off on how it would end. I had a conception and then it was shattered and in its place a potted plant. A lily, covered in marble. Its blue veins still clearly visible. I want to understand Signalis. To comprehend that which I cannot, its an innate human urge to find some meaning, some purpose! But Signalis doesn't do that. Perhaps I became like Adler, once I understood what I was trapped within I so desperately wanted it to stop. To get out. To save the one I admired but in the end, I was twisted and left to a fate worse than death. I lost my purpose. And when Elster came by once more the events repeated themselves, no matter how much you try to reason and make arguments to one who is deeply in love. They will ignore it all. For it's not logic or thought that drives them, but love. That endless yearning for the one you know is gone, but yet you still chase after them. Even if you remember your promise. Forget it or whatever else. The cycle repeats itself. The world deteriorates more and more with each passing cycle until the rotted corpses arise from their graves and begin to roam the earth, unable to rest, to think, to feel. All being puppetted by something greater. I admittedly have not played the game a 3rd time since I wanted to get the artefact ending, but I just can't manifest the strength to do so right now. So I looked it up and... and it... I cried once more. I know what happens each and every time and that no matter what, it all ends the same. In tragedy. My second playthrough gave me a feeling of lucidity. Everything for but a brief moment connected together and I witnessed what lay before the black gate. And when I came back I couldn't tell anyone. I was paralysed with knowledge. Knowledge that I was never supposed to have. I traded in a part of myself unknowingly to even begin to comprehend what I had seen. And now that I am seated once more in reality, I fear speaking about it. About Signalis. Its beautiful. Its story is absolutely wonderful. Its gameplay whilst not groundbreaking is good, and the puzzles are a decent challenge. The music gave me a sense of primal fear and each moment I spent on Sierpenski and rotfront was unforgettable. I want this game to reach more people but at the same time, I fear it becoming popular. It feels so special, so unique that I want to hoard it away to myself. But that is selfish of me to do. I remembered my promise. I forgot my promise. I offered up something to the red eye and in return, it gave me one final dance to enjoy. The game about two space lesbians doomed to fail their mission made me feel genuine emotion. More than any other game has and I will forever cherish it. This forbidden tome of a love story. I have journeyed far into Silent hill and confronted my trauma. I have watched raccoon city burn and Umbrella fall. I witnessed Isaac clarke meet his final moments. I have gone to the depths of the Zone and seen the Wish granter. Signalis deserves a spot with all the greats. My only issue is its love of making a fair few too many homages. Thank you, if you read through all this babble.

From the Zone I came, to the Zone I return.

#imsohappyyetsosadthisgameisbeautiful #signalis #sorryforbeingautistic_aboutthe_spacelesbians

[wynsnerdyrambles]

Do you think the story did characters like Kanao justice? Like, was she properly utilized in the story?

My feelings on this are quite complex, as my answer is both yes, and no.

Gotouge really likes doing background character arcs, where a character is going through their arc off screen, but we're privy to glimpses of what has changed about them throughout the story, usually building to a climactic conclusion that we do see play out. One example of this that I've discussed in the past is Sanemi, but I also think Kanao fits into this trope.

First off, while it pains me to say this, while she is part of the group that passes Final Selection together, I don't view Kanao as a 'main character'. The lead female role in the story goes to Nezuko. If we were to rank characters in the narrative as either primary, secondary, or tertiary characters, I would say the narrative utilizes her as a secondary character; alongside characters like Shinobu, Giyu, Genya, and the other major Hashira. I think part of the big criticism against Kanao is that as a primary character, she isn't nearly developed enough, but the thing is, if you really look at it, I don't think she was ever meant to be a primary character. Sure, that's assumption of authorial intent, and that's kind of a no-no in modern literary analysis, but the narrative gives me no reason to assume she was ever planned as a main character.

Kanao's character arc is primarily reactionary in nature, brought about by Tanjiro's influence on her life. Yes, it is a little cheap that her arc is spurred by her developing romantic feelings for a male character, but in Kanao's particular case, I find it rather appropriate that her arc is spurred by feelings. Due to her traumatic childhood, Kanao has kind of been numb for most of her life- unable to feel, or at the very least act on those feelings. The goal of her character arc is to take her from a state where reacting is all she can do, to a state where she can act without prompting.

We're given bits and pieces of Kanao's progress throughout the course of the story. Kanao begins to discover her own likes, like drinking ramune and blowing bubbles. When Uzui attempts to take Aoi and Naho to Yoshiwara, Kanao is able to overcome her own indecision and take the path her heart tells her is right. When Tanjiro falls back asleep after waking up from his coma, Kanao takes decisive action to quiet the rambunctious doings of the others. And when the Hashira Training is being conducted, she openly expresses that she wants to train with Shinobu.

The big conclusion of her arc happens during the infinity fortress arc, during the fight against Doma. Doma, much like Kanao, cannot feel. Although for him, it's not so much a trauma response as it is just genuinely being a sociopath. Because of the similarity between the two- Kanao recognizes pieces of her own past within him, and while she fully rejects him, she fully accepts her own emotions. She stops reacting, and is able to act of her own will, her own choice, her own heart. And because of that acceptance, she triumphs. She is able to avenge her sisters, and afterwords weeps for their deaths. Certainly a far cry from the Kanao we see at Final Selection.

So, in that way, Kanao is certainly done justice. She's used effectively by the narrative that we do have, and among the secondary cast, she even gets more development than fan-favorites, like Rengoku and Uzui. Her arc has a compelling conclusion, and her arc in general really fits the general themes of Kimetsu No Yaiba, which by my interpretation, are overcoming tragedy and trauma.

Yet, I have to wonder, with a character that ties so wonderfully into those themes, why she wasn't used more. I think Kanao deserved at least one more arc to shine in. In my head it's as clear as day what could have been done. Send Kanao on a mission with Inosuke right before or right after the Swordsmith Village arc. Give their incredible dynamic time to develop. Inosuke feels like a brother figure to her, show that develop! Sibling bonds, both blood and found are at the heart of this story! Let Kanao show how close she is to finally fully accepting her own emotions, it literally would only enhance the conclusion of her arc.

And of course, this is something that the anime can still do! With an adaptation that has a reputation for enhancing the source material, I think there's plenty of room to fill in some of the gaps.

So yeah, TLDR, Kanao is a great character that has a perfectly serviceable, even great arc and is used effectively by the existing narrative. But within the narrative there is plenty of room to expand on an already great arc to do the character full justice.

#kny spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kanao tsuyuri #kny meta