#wicked strings

[makesyouevil]

stsg but it’s wicked

[breeberrypies]

If I only had a brain

If I only had a heart

[shadowhunter2003]

Lucien truly gives “gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets” vibe and I can’t wait for Elain to finally experience the freak in the sheets side.

[into-fiction]

the ties that bind - gelphie

Elphaba never tells anyone that she can see them. It takes her several years to even figure out what they are. All she knows is that everyone has one, a thin red string that hangs from their little finger.

It’s not until she meets the baker's wife that she figures out what they mean. The baker is an old man, one of the few people in town who doesn’t turn his nose up in disgust when Elphaba walks past.

Elphaba stops in to get a pastry one summer morning and sees that the baker’s wife is helping run the little store beside her husband, a woman she has never met before, and she can’t help the way her eyes immediately fall to her pinky. 

She freezes right there in the middle of the store, heart spiking and eyes widening. Their strings connect. One long loop from pinky to pinky, strong and thick and free of even the slightest tangle. And when they smile at each other, their string pulses bright ruby red in time to the beat of their love.

Elphaba’s breath catches in her throat, a spike of something scared and longing pulsing in her veins. She glances down at her hand, at the tangled, knotted string that must, somewhere in the world, connect to someone else. Hope blooms in her heart. 

Could it be true? Could there really be someone out there…connected to her?

As the years pass, Elphaba sees more and more couples with connected strings. Not all as strong or bright or smooth as the bakers, but all of them beautiful with what they represent. She also sees plenty of couples whose strings do not connect- and she starts to put together the pieces more and more. Your string isn’t just someone you love, it’s someone you’re destined to love. 

Late at night, Elphaba eyes her own knotted mess of a string and knows there’s nothing she’ll ever want more than to find who lives at the other end.

It takes her until adulthood, her hope dimming as the years slide past. It takes her until she steps foot on the docks of Shiz University to realize her string no longer cuts off a few feet away, but instead is leading her forward, her footsteps nearly tripping in her haste to follow. 

There’s a collective gasp, the rustle of many clothes as several students back away, forming a circle that Elphaba stands in the middle of. She barely even notices. 

All she can see is the wide brown eyes and pale hair staring at her. All she can feel is the bolt of electricity that just sang down the string that now sits, whole for the first time, between the two girls. 

It’s her. This girl, petite and blonde and beautiful, is Elphaba’s soulmate. 

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as hope and excitement soar through her veins, and Elphaba is about to open her mouth to say something when-

“You’re green,” the girl gasps, one hand pressed to her chest as she leans away. 

Elphaba’s smile plummets alongside her stomach, her ears ringing with the snickers that float through the crowd. Ice slides down her back as she realizes something is wrong. 

This girl is not looking at her with love. Elphaba has seen that expression on too many faces before in her life to misconstrue what it means. 

Her gaze slides down, her heart clenching as she swallows hard, her string--their string--pulsing erratically. It’s the darkest red she’s ever seen, a deep wine color that sits like a ragged gnarled rope between them. 

Elphaba watches--the blonde pulling farther away in disgust--as, right before her eyes, a brand new knot tangles into place. And the last of her hope dies with it. 

[helenofblackthorns]

thought about the livvy & jace/janus parallels again 378 dead 2992 injured... like wdym they were killed by the exact same sword, with jace being stabbed in the back & livvy stabbed in the front. wdym they were raised on the shores of the exact same lake almost exactly five years apart. wdym they were both came back wrong. the way livvy and janus share the common goal of just wanting to get what they lost too, and they both spend their gotsm stories watching their loved ones with no way to properly interact with them despite how badly they want to.

it's arguably one of the things that terrifies me the most going into twp like literally what does it all mean... what does this mean for livvy...

[wikitpowers]

just saying ty is gonna be blinded by all of kit’s shades; his blue eyes, his golden hair and if he wears that green shirt from the seasons of shadowhunters artwork, ty is going to be truly and royally fucked

[a-flickering-soul]

me im excited to see jonathan bailey get crucified next year

[transjackfairy]

looking at beautiful women on my computer rn (vintage guitars i cannot afford)

[pressuredrightnow]

what is this feeling is on repeat on my yt and if they RelEase the ozdust duet dance I WoUlD lichrally Die

[gayautisticjewishtexts]

[wikitpowers]

everybody always talks about how kit is finally understood by someone and that someone is ty. but what about ty finally finding his right person? like kit admires ty for everything he does. he doesn’t view ty as nerdy and weird bc of his passion for animals, or see him as strange and different bc of his autism. kit is literally out here asking him about his favourite words, worrying that ty might be uncomfy in crowded areas, always prioritising his safety. there is red string tying these two and it is so so obvious ❤️

[thewickedjenny]

Tumblr, you might appreciate this…

I made a worm on a string chest 3 years ago. The true guardians of your loot…

[absolutelyzoned]

something wicked this way cums

[weaseltotheface]

arryn zech why does your voice make me crazy lmao

This is my favorite line out of many amazingly voiced lines she had in this short

[whitepeoplespicy23]

Invisible string, tying you to me e e e e e e e e e e e ooh ooh

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh e e e e e e ooh ooh

Tied together

[holeforzenin]

Milkman Toji giving you uhhh milk (heavy dub-con + degradation)

You opened the door in your nightie, rubbing sleep away from your tired eyes and expecting the usual clink of glass bottles. But instead of settling the milk down in your porch as always, Toji stepped into your apartment uninvited, tall and broad in his white uniform, his smirk already curling in something wicked.

“Morning, doll,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind him, heavy boots thudding against your floor as he walked towards you. “No milk today. Got something even better”.

Before you could ask your valid questions, his large hand was wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your jaw open with ease. He hastily unzipped his pants, tugging out his cock—already half-hard and heavy, veins thick and fucking cruel in its weight. You whimpered at the size, but he just clicked his tongue like he didn't care.

“Come on—open up, breakfast is served, sweet thing,” he chuckled, forcing you on your knees and slapping it across your lips, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum before stuffing it into your mouth until your nose was smashing against coarse hair. The scent of him filled your senses—sweat, musk, and man. You gagged instantly, tears already brimming in your eyes but he didn’t pull back. Just held you there, throbbing thick against your tongue, watching with that feral grin as you struggled to breathe.

“Yeahhh, Choke on it. That’s what you’re good for, baby. Just a warm hole for my cock,” he snarled, holding your head still as he jerked forward, fucking your throat like he hated it. Saliva gushed from the ends of your glossy lips, drooling down your chin and pooling at your collar. “You like this, huh? No manners, no shame. Just daddy’s little cocksucker, how adorable”.

You could barely breathe, his angry tip battering the back of your throat until your eyes crossed.

He didn’t care. He just kept going, groaning low like it got him off watching you choke and struggle, watching your pretty face break down in tears. Each thrust is punctuated by the slick squelch of spit pooling and dripping from your chin.

“Shit, you’re pathetic,” he spat, dragging you off his cock with a wet pop. You gasped, coughing and desperate for air, your spit stringing between his tip and your ruined lips before he gave a light slap on your cheek. “Look at that dumb fucking face. Drooling everywhere like a lil slut in heat”.

He grabbed you up by the waist and manhandled you on top of the counter. Your nightie rode up instantly, your panties were practically soaked and clingy humiliatingly to your folds. Toji didn’t hesitate to rip them down your wobbling thighs and toss them aside. “Cute” he murmured, voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve been waiting for milk right? Here’s your fuckin’ delivery”.

And with that he hammered himself in raw—one brutal stroke and you screamed, fingers quickly scrabbling for something to hold onto. He split you open with no warning, thick and merciless, his fat tip punching uncontrollable moans from your lips as he pounded into you.

“That’s right, cry about it. Cry with my cock in your guts,” he growled into your ear, pistoning his hips with disgusting force, hips slamming against yours loud enough to echo through your small kitchen. “You just wanted a good morning fuck, huh? Didn’t care how. Stupid slut”.

Your cunt clenched despite the filth, stretched wide open around his dick and throbbing as he fucked you through it. The slap of skin filled the air, your legs hooked over his thick forearms as he pounded you open on the kitchen counter like a toy. He picked up the pace, teeth grazing the curve of your throat as he bottomed out, pelvis grinding against your swollen clit.

“Fucked full’a my cock before breakfast. You’re lucky if I don't make you crawl out on the porch like this, stuffed and wrecked with my seed leaking out of your cute cunt,” he hissed, teeth sinking into your delicate neck as he pounded deeper.

He rutted harder, breath getting messy against your cheek, before snarling, “Gonna give you your milk now, baby. Nice and deep in this warm pussy”.

You gasped as his thrusts turned sloppy, balls slapping against your ass one last time before he buried himself with a broken grunt and spilled into your womb. Hot, thick ropes flooded your insides with his warmth, filling you up to the brim.

You twitched around him, eyes glazed and mind shattered, reduced to nothing but the feel of him pulsing inside you. Toji stayed there for a moment, just watching, heavy hands pinning your hips down as if daring you to move.

When he finally pulled out, your breath hitched at the feeling of him slipping free—gooey cum immediately leaking from your stretched, swollen entrance, and dripping down your thighs. Toji watched it with a satisfied grin, wiping his hands on his uniform like he’d just finished a job well done.

“See?” he muttered, zipping up with a smirk. “Didn’t lie. I brought milk, also feel free to let me know if you want some in your cereal too”.