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[heircurse]

Q: what kind of love are you?

A: love as a force of nature.

your love is like whiplash —— it comes in with the rain , it blows the doors wide open. when you fall in love , it is sudden and hard and immense. it is powerful. it is earth-shaking and world-ending. nature is a force , and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. see how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire ——  your love consumes , your love takes , your love burns. you're hot and cold all at once , a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin , and when you're in love , it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. when you love , it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. be careful , darling , because not everyone survives the storm.

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[fuselit]

ㅤare you normal or do you spend your morning making a fake netflix show for your oc ft. small nods to your other ocs? template.

[fearsohm]

      reposting a few notes from his old blog, and also because i Do Not adhere to that shit-kicking fuckfest they mistakenly called lore in the tome.

     –  he did not wear the facial equipment of his own volition.  much like the wires running through his arms, the entity sought to twist and shape his body as it saw fit, deeming the appliance a befitting punishment for the countless lives he ruined at Léry’s.  his eyes eventually burst from the heat and pressure of the electricity, and while one was pinned shut, the other is prosthetic, a gift from the entity to aid him. 

     –  Carter’s shoulders and arms are inwardly laced with wires and tubing that allow him to conduct and charge electricity at his whim.  over time, the strong, repeated voltage has severely damaged his flesh and muscles; from his biceps downwards, the damage becomes more and more severe, with wires now jutting through the split, cracked skin that exposes the bloody and charred muscles that aren’t given ample time to heal.

     –  he was barely 19 when his education at Yale was put on the back-burner in lieu of CIA interrogatory research.  his initially good intentions quickly became twisted and macabre, his ever-curious and formerly empathetic mind unable  ( or unwilling )  to grasp the horrors he was committing on a daily basis.  he gradually detached himself from their cries of pain and pleas for mercy, and eventually, his interest in the human mind became an obsession he was unwilling to abandon.  

     –  his final act before fleeing Léry’s was exacting revenge on his mentor, Mr. Stamper, by forcing him to participate in the same “interrogation” procedures that he’d taught to Carter.  were it not for his guidance, Carter  ( and his ideals )  would never have been so irreparably damaged  –  but, he realizes, he would never have attained such progress, either.

on carter’s survivor au: 

     –  he’s gravely serious when it comes to survival and utilizing everyone’s skills to benefit the team.  he’s altruistic to a fault, often running back into the fray to carry an incapacitated teammate through the exit gates  –  but only if it’s a viable, relatively safe option.

     –  his unyielding rationality on certain decisions makes him somewhat unpopular amongst a few of the other survivors, and he’s taken part in numerous arguments about how something could have been done better, or how leaving someone behind was their only option. 

     –  he spends a great deal of time studying and learning from their previous trials, in an attempt to plan ahead for whatever awaits them in the next one.  these ideas are shared with the group, and while some are more cooperative than others, his frustration is aimed mostly at himself when something doesn’t go as he’d so meticulously envisioned.

[cityserve]

ㅤthis is just a reminder that cole phelps, while a gold-hearted and caring individual, is by no means a perfect, shining protagonist, and that’s why i love and adore him.

       he wants so desperately to help and protect those that can’t help themselves, and when he can’t, he feels as though he’s failed not only them, but himself and the squadron he lost in japan.   he lost countless men, women and children to his recklessness, and strives to atone for his mistakes.   he hates knowing that he was awarded for an act of cowardice, often deflecting any sort of praise or comments about his performance / duty in the war.

       like many that have served overseas, he found it difficult to relate to his wife when he returned home, and while he still loved and cared for his family with all his heart, his trauma and emotional distance put a clear strain on his marriage.   down the road, he sought comfort in the arms of someone who he felt better understood him and his troubles.   was it a mistake?  yes.   does he regret it?   yes.   did he deserve the resulting backlash?   not to that extent.

        he’s the poster child for following the rules and adhering to every code in the book, and the one time that he deviates from any moral laws or conduct, the one time he makes a selfish decision after promising himself to be more selfless after the war, the one time he decides to do something that he knows is wrong, his is entire life crashes down around him, and the bright name that he’s made for himself is immediately dragged through the mud by a man he’d reluctantly come to call a partner.  

       he’s intelligent and methodical, but reckless and headstrong; compassionate, but stern; open-minded, but stubborn; modest, but confident  —  and his selfless acceptance of death, after aiding others to escape, is a perfect example of the hopelessness that often underlies noir stories.   he tried to do what he thought was best by exposing the corruption that had slowly consumed the LAPD, and paid the ultimate price.

[liutheri]

  thinkin' about luther in the fog and how his initial instinct , always , would be to throw hands with the killers as best he could if he knew it'd buy his teammates some time. despite his age , he's a pretty fast runner — could easily keep up with or run from criminals back home — so running and looping aren't out of the question. but speed is a gift tilted in the killer's favor , so he'd have to stand his ground eventually. and he does , without fail , if it's their only option. at least he no longer wonders what death feels like.

[lootdrop]

⠀god i'm just.. so enamored with leo. he's arguably the most.. human? of the family? imo, at least. like no he's not a standup guy; he charms and bribes his way into anything, uses his social media infamy to get what he wants, but out of everyone in the family, he's the most visibly upset / emotional over each death, even refusing to be their spokesperson after camille dies because he doesn't think the statement is genuine enough

⠀also that pep talk he gives prospero before the party? that's some brotherly shit right there. building him up when all the siblings usually do is tear each other down. and god as much as he fucking hates freddie he realizes he's grieving too and helps him out with no strings attached. and so many of the other family members are incapable of recognizing just how kind-hearted he can be

⠀which is another reason he's become so reliant on alcohol and drugs; they keep him numb. not just to these losses in the family, but to the family itself. he's known for a long, long time that he's the only one with a dash of empathy in his bones, and it's probably come across as weakness countless times over the years, particularly with roderick and madeline

⠀so he plays their games and keeps his emotions under wraps because he'd rather coast through life knowing about their underhanded shit but unable to care. he's come to enjoy his life of luxury, and openly flaunts it on the regular, but there's still that pesky heart of his that can't help but be reminded of all the lives that get ruined to maintain his

[benbraeden]

tag drop ft. people.

[m1kaelsons]

                            HOW   ARE   YOU   RUINED  ?

ruined  by  loneliness  ;  you  are  so  lonely  .  you  are  miserable  in  your  solitude  .  you  hate  that  you  cannot  bring  yourself  to  reach  out  ,  to  ask  for  help  .  you  will  be  forgotten  by  all  who  never  knew  you  .  your  biggest  fear  is  that  you  will  die  alone  ,  and  you  know  this  fear  will  be  seen  to  fruition  .  you  refuse  to  extend  yourself  beyond  the  box   that  others  put  you  in  .  and  it  is  a  box  that  no  one  dare  come  near  .  you  are  lonely  because  you  are  afraid  of  yourself  .

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[heircurse]

Q: what your muse will notice about mine.

01. WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE.

conventionally attractive , classic movie star handsome. typically very well kept in both appearance and style. tall , pale complexion —— with many beauty marks on his face , neck , and back. sharp facial features. very expressive eyes that almost always appear sad or tired. long eyelashes. lots of curls in his hair when it's grown long enough. he has a nice smile and it's a shame no one tells him that often. after his disease was accidentally accelerated , there are some days where he looks particularly sickly.

02. WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE.

cigarettes , fresh laundry. cologne with a rich earthy vanilla scent that's balanced with a woody musk underneath. it's warm but mild. he not only looks , but smells very expensive.

03. WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE.

cool menthol. between his cigarettes and a habit of chewing peppermint gum , he tastes cold and icy like when you take a deep breath in the middle of winter. a hint of coffee if it's still early in the day. sweet dessert wine or an acidic champagne at night.

04. WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE.

somewhat deep and very husky , with a hint of something nasally. he typically speaks firmly and in a slow manner. unless he's upset. then it becomes faster paced and more whiney. his new york accent is apparent but not too strong —— his r's are less pronounced , and there is often an added w to vowels. example here.

05. WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE.

both gentle and stiff. he has a very soft touch and soft hands that most would associate with having hardly worked a day in his life. the rest of him is soft , too , as someone who takes great care of his appearance. but despite his own touch being gentle , he may stiffen under the touch of others. his body temperature runs very warm and his skin can be sensitive.

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[fuselit]

ㅤhappy sunday. wick is not a particularly sexual man; he's simply not wired that way. it never has been and never will be a priority for him. that being said, he's most likely to seek gratification while inebriated, and only with people who've earned his trust. also, despite his rough and brash personality, he prefers to take the more submissive role in the bedroom. he enjoys relinquishing control, if only for a while. he's a very giving lover, though, so if his partner requests it, he'll top. good with his hands, even better with... well. you know.

[fearsohm]

tbh between trials, carter isn't nearly as affected by The Madness™ inflicted upon him by the entity. so y'all are welcome to hang out in the library at lery's, chill a while, check out a book or two. as long as you bring them back in good shape.

[liutheri]

THEME SONGS.

1 .    CHOKEHOLD     —    sleep token.

i've seen my days unfold, done the impossible / i'll turn my walls to gold to bring you home again / so show me that which i cannot see / even if it hurts me, even if i can't sleep / oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake / you've got me in a chokehold

2 .   THESE STREETS    —    city wolf.

praying that you don't run out of luck / you're runnin' but the pavement's got you stuck / you've been around the block, i know; you've got the cuts to show it / smokin' like a bullet from a gun / the city got you crushed under its thumb / you're starin' at the clock, i see / your time is up; you know it / so write your name in the dust / hope they remember you 'cause these streets, they're mean / you gotta fight if you want to eat / it's blood and bone / the blacktop's got a heart of stone / they're mean, these streets / they're gonna try to take you / never let 'em break you

3.    LOST AGAIN     —    kings elliot.

now all of my nightmares are coming true / and i've seen beyond the darkest side of the moon / i've walked in the shadows but how do i run / from monsters in the mirror i'm afraid that i've become? / so why do i run for the flames? / 'cause there's no way back and they're all i have / am i, am i so lost again? / i'd give everything, but i'll never win

4 .    AN INNOCENT MAN     —    billy joel.

i know you don't wanna hear what i say / i know you're gonna keep turning away / but i've been there, and if i can survive / i can keep you alive / i'm not above going through it again / i'm not above being cool for a while / if you're cruel to me, i understand / some people run from a possible fight / some people figure they can never win / and although this is a fight i can lose / the accused is an innocent man / i am an innocent man

5 .    WAR     —    poets of the fall.

with no one wearing their real face, it's a whiteout of emotion / and i've only got my brittle bones to break the fall / when the love in letters fade, it's like moving in slow motion / and we're already too late if we arrive at all / and then we're caught up in the arms race, an involuntary addiction / and we're shedding every value our mothers taught / so will you please show me your real face? / draw the line in the horizon / 'cause i only need your name to call the reasons why i fought

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[t1tan-a]

nsfw   headcanons      ...      happy   late   sunday !

there’s   two   very   different   sides   to   eren.   the   one   that’s   super   sweet   and   clingy   and   just   overall   gentle.   with   permanent   sleepy   looking   eyes   and   soft   smiles.   that   just   wants   to   hold   on   to   his   partner   as   if   they’re   the   only   thing   keeping   him   anchored   and   take   his   time.

but   then   there's   the   one   that’s   extra   dominant   and   rough   and   kinda   mean.  the   one   that’ll   pull   his   partners   by   their   hair   and   hold   them   by   their   throat.   that   spits   in   their   mouth   and   tosses   them   around   instead   of   asking   to   switch   positions.

which   side   they   get   depends   on   his   mood   <3

he   really   only   bottoms   when   he’s   tired.   but   he’ll   still   find   a   way   to   have   most   of   the   control   :|

possessive   man   is   possessive !   he   will   mark   his   partner   even   if   it   isn’t   in   the   most   obvious   of   places.   bruises   /   hickeys   /   bite   marks.

that   also   leads   me   to:   br**ding   kink.   his   pull   out   game   is   weak.   it’s   in   less   of   a   “uwu   i   want   to   be   as   close   to   u   as   possible”   way.   more   of   a   “ur   mine”   way.   the   closeness   of   it   is   just   a   bonus.

he   never   shuts   the   fuck   up   so.   this   translates   well   into   the   bedroom.   he   loves   praising   and   teasing   and   degrading   and   dirty   talk.

angry   sex.   jealous   sex.   hate   sex.   yeah.

he   loves   making   bets   about   anything   with   his   partners   where   the   winner   gets   head.   he’s   very   competitive.   but   he’s   happy   with   the   result   either   way   <3

he’s   a   gentle   head   pusher   :|

unapologetically   vocal.   not   necessarily   loud.   but   he’s   not   at   all   afraid   to   moan.

[iteats]

AESTHETICS: THE DAEDRIC PRINCES. part one. please repost, not reblog!

𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖗𝖆. fluffy owls. flowers blooming at night. drowsiness. the daintiness of dawn. the heaviness of dusk. a golden rose. the glimmer of sunlight over waves. morning dew. crescent moon. pointed ears. bathed in rosy hues. shades of violet. silk & satin. do not test my fury. an air of haughtiness. intricately-designed daggers. will not stand for mockery. reds, purples, & blues.

𝖇����𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖆𝖍. darkened grapes hand-fed. the art of manipulation. a lamb led to slaughter. fingers crossed behind back. broken oaths. blood leaking from in-between fists. sacrificial altars. bloodsport. fighting for your life in an arena under the watch of a thousand spectators. survival of the fittest. an animal backed into a corner will fight with its all. sharpened daggers. betrayed by those you thought loved you. death under the blood moon. deep, hollow eyes. icy glares. unbearable cold. unbearable heat. spilled wine.

𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊. tousled hair. too good to be true. immaturity. two-faced. hiding behind a full-face mask. freckled skin. ringlets of curls. loyal hounds. risking it all for one simple thing. was it worth it, in the end? stolen coins. a deal gone south. dark humor. superiority complex. be careful what you wish for. childish pride. trickery.

𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖆. something lurking deep within waters. black seas. all-seeing eye. sickly skies. knowing too much. deal with the devil. brass towers. pitch-blackness. a warning. master of the tides of fate… or wants to be. solitude that breaks the mind. always watched. deep, dark waters. where sunlight does not reach. time that moves too slow but feels too fast. a thousand eyes watching from nowhere. green velvet. the decay of nature. losing your identity.

𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖊. running barefoot through the woods. hooting owls. sharp features. elongated canines. dirtied hands. the scent of pine. mist over the treetops. wolves howling through the night. the sensation of being hunted. are you the prey or the predator? snarls in the shadows. the heavy scent of blood. de-evolving to your basic instincts. flight or fight. the killing blow. excellent tracker. pawprints in the mud. footsteps that do not look human. long, harsh winters.

tagged by: no one :3 i grabbed it from @timewound who created it!! tagging: anyone everyone all of you!

[m1kaelsons]

klaus:  desperately  craving  affection  🤝  fearing  affection 

[severedleft]

What exactly is it that draws James towards the sea?

funnily enough , the sea terrified him as a young boy. it's a perfectly natural response for the brain to pick up on the harmful and deadly factors that surround it. the fear of the unknown of what may lurk beneath the surface of the water and what the water itself could do to a person is entirely grounded in our survival instincts. the sea is a vigorous and merciless entity that takes no prisoners , and there was no specific rhyme or reason behind his initial phobia ; no traumas that stemmed from the water or near death experiences. though perhaps it could be something similar to learned behavior in the form of his parents simply having no interest in it and thus he was never properly introduced or well acquainted with it. he did not know how to swim as a child , and all he did know was that it was a dangerous place that was skilled at swallowing things whole.

having said that , maybe it was the danger that eventually beckoned him. fear often brings on an innate fascination and an all consuming desire to understand. and growing into the stubborn and wild nature that he was perhaps destined for , he was quick to fight his fear on directly . . . . leading it to be the first thing he fell in love with completely.

on the surface , water provides a cognitive break from the overstimulation that he otherwise faces and is overall inherently relaxing. while it isn't necessarily silent , it is much more easier to process than voices or other noises he is forced to listen to on an every day basis. not to mention it is much more easier to look at opposed to the landscape of a city , and has a vastness and beauty that often leaves him awestruck. he cannot possibly help but feel a heightened sense of connectedness when he watches just how far it stretches and to feel part of something larger.

there is also an unmistakable sense of freedom that he craves that comes with the sea. as well as the cathartic and almost religious feeling of being home upon returning to the place we once came. i'll always make the comparison of: we have salt in our blood. our sweat and tears taste the same as the sea. and there must be a reason for this. water is the source of life on this planet and ties all forms of existence together. it is only natural to feel a sense of reverence when at the origin. but the sea is also a very unforgiving and lonely god despite this that he knows and feels all too well. and he will now drown at her feet if she decided to bring him home.