#ARC : TBT.

[hellmartyr]

𝐎𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 people got up to when they were convinced no one was looking. especially middle school people. slouched against the counter, eddie was on prime real estate to witness all the shenanigans customers got up to in the aisles of a family video. especially the aforementioned midlings. three of them, hunched over the ( once ) sparkly new copy of extremities, muttering to each other as the kid with the vhs in his hands tilted it this way and that as if he’d discover a mystical angle to reveal farrah fawcett’s 2d tits.

      chin cradled in his palm, eddie slid his elbow across the counter, knocking into steve’s. dark locks shifted like a curtain as the metalhead used the whole leather-clad perch to directed his friend with a subtle tilt to the three sméagols salivating over their laminated precious.

      ❝ cleanup on aisle drama. ❞

@thebabysittertm

[chernayavidua]

*bites the inside of her thigh* :) - phil

                 the gasp turns into a low hum as a smile slowly stretches across her lips. half dressed and sprawled on unmade goose down duvet, the early morning sun spilling in through the large windows. a man eager to keep her in his bed, deciding over his first few sips of espresso that he'd have her for breakfast instead. what more can a girl ask for?

                 the beard is a new sensation and courtesy of a month long operation in the kandahar region. but so are the three broken ribs and the accompanying large dark purple-grey splotch on his right side. natasha lets out a soft hum as she practically melts into the sheets. he bites again, this time a bit harder. it earns him a firm tug of his hair and a moan. “isaiah is calling again. i have to go..” and yet she silences her buzzing cell phone, dropping the device next to her head.

i'll be quick. but there's no visible effort that he wants to be quick. she's noticed that he always like drawing one out of her either in a slow torturous way like he currently is or when she's completely boneless and certain that she can't cum again. his tongue flicks slow yet deliberate strokes against the soft skin of her inner thigh. m i n e.

                 it takes her a moment to figure out what he was spelling but it makes her grin and roll her eyes. “you'd love that wouldn't you?”

                 he sinks his teeth into her soft flesh. the pressure increases just enough to draw out another breath gasp out of her. her hips buck upward but all he does is suck hard on her soft skin. she pulls on his hair --again-- because she knows what he's doing: he's marking her. to feed his own ego of seeing her in his apartment, wearing his expensive dress shirts, sporting marks he made on parts of her body only he gets to see.

                 another bite. another hard suck to the inside of her other thigh. she feels his hand press against her pubic bone, stilling her hips as he starts slowly and lazily rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“phil...”

[firemourn]

＊     KENZI  ﹠  ❛     SENDER & RECEIVER FOLLOW A STRANGE TRAIL FOUND IN THE WOODS .

          "     i do not like this.     "     there is no lack of trepidition in their voice as he pushes aside a low hanging branch and waits for @khenzi to pass by.  he's done his best to make sure an unsafe situation was safe  :  frumpkin sent ahead a hundred feet to scout , a globule of light dimmed with a rag floating between them , and  senses on high alert.  he wanted to spend a few hours trying to sneak into a library , not following a trail of what's sure to be some bloodthirsty creature.  caleb turns a small rock between his fingers to keep his hands occupied as his mind races and clings onto every bad possibility , of which there are very many.  they come to a stop , blinking and staring at the ground where the trail just was not even ten feet back.     "     do you still have eyes on it  ?     "     he's already taking steps backwards and looking above to investigate the trees for any figures laying in wait.

[oddly-casual]

Trolls band together spoilers

I like this thing Viva has going on with her cape being her safety blanket. Especially since it’s literally a patch of fake grass which could also be used to camouflage herself.

Like we’re introduced to her with it on, but only when she finds Poppy and gets excited does she take it off, like rips it off.

And it stays off for the whole song. It’s only later when Poppy starts asking Viva about their separation does Viva visibly get uncomfortable and puts the cape back on as she leaves.

That cape stays on even when Poppy and them all leave. The last time we see it on is when Viva appears with Bridget to help in the fight. She admits she’s freaking out but she takes her cape off anyway and it never comes back.

It gets flung in the water, sis had no intention of getting it back. But I think that’s really cool because this was Viva putting herself on the line, taking a leap of faith for people she loves even when she’s lived in fear for so long.

[indigobloom531]

Velvet's Villain Arc

(I am obsessed with the way they animated Velvet's face here, it's actually a problem)

I dunno about the rest of you, but one of the best things about Velvet being the villain in Trolls Band Together is that there's no rhyme or reason why she's doing what she's doing. Velvet captured Floyd and tortured him for fame for zero reason other than her own selfishness.

In the scene where Velvet wear the shoulder pads for the first time, the filmmakers try to fool us into thinking that Velvet does these things because her and Veneer were poor when they were younger and just wanted more in life. But after that, as you all probably know, Veneer explains that they weren't poor at all, and actually lived in a good home in the suburbs with parents who had well-paying jobs, yet Velvet still continues to torture Floyd.

Nowadays every villain (especially kids' movie villains) have to have some sort of tragic backstory to explain why the villain is evil. But for Velvet there's nothing. She's just being evil for being evil, and on top of that she manipulates her twin brother into doing it with her while taking advantage of his love for her. For these reasons, this makes Velvet one of the best villains in history.

[crownshattered]

|| ….i made banging Grelle and Ciel playlists and now I already want to add them….

[tangledfate]

Plotted starter for @helluvah0tel & @infernalight

“No.”

Millie stood frowning at the both of them, arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the COLOSSALLY bad idea her husband had presented to her. Letting Chazwick Thurman spend the night–just one night–something about his father being after him? She’d stopped listening.

Elbow finding her hip bone, sharp eyes flicked from Moxxie to Chaz and back again. They couldn’t be serious.

“I said, no.” She reiterated to the silence spanning between them.

[starchanged]

What if... *Turns Penny into glitch trainer*

[winterreigned]

a lot of Sansa haters like to say lady dying foreshadows her death/demise but it’s actually just the death of Sansa’s innocence. she grows to no longer aspire to be that proper lady, just to survive. it may even foreshadow that she will no longer be a lady, but a bastard (in the vale/books) and eventually a queen. seems Sansa may lose that lady title…

[kamitakes]

" how are you holding up, jūshirō? " it felt like since coming to the world of the living, he'd found himself with more questions the more answers he got about the yōkai yamaji had assigned him to look into : one answer led to a new question, and then so on and so forth—maybe it didn't help that he wasn't too fond of spending so much time away from meki or the kids.

" i remember hearing of the hyakki yagyō in the past—never actually got to see one for myself, though. as i recall the old 10th division captain before isshin took care of it personally. " if things were so simple, they could all just leave it at that and return to soul society—that was, if things were so simple. [ but then again, they never were, were they? ] " yare yare, i suspect we're going to have to stay here a bit longer, even if the yōkai trying to stop all this don't necessarily want us here."

The Hyyaki Yagyō feels like a children's tale turned reality. The two of them were just kids when the treaty was signed between yōkai and shinigami. By the time they were captains, activity was on a decline before it almost seemed to cease entirely. They went undetected, unknown for centuries. Oh, Soul Society is foolish for turning their eyes away for this long.

❝ I'm good, great even. I'm just... I don't know how to process this. ❞ In place of physical fatigue, mental fatigue is starting to wear on him. There's so much to try to piece together and so much more to learn before they're anywhere near the truth. A sigh escapes him in frustration. It's times like this where he misses the quiet constant of kinshitai. The warmth of life is always enough to shake clarity into him... but alas, he'll have to make due.

There's one thing that bugs him, however. It feels like the path they're headed on is leading towards... something. A confrontation, a big discovery -- both, knowing their luck. ❝ I believe so too. Well... shall we get going, Shunsui? Genryūsai-sensei is going to want an update, even if it'll put him in a terrible mood. ❞

[fanforged]

beneath a sheen of black and crimson, qian's gaze simmers. she doesn't know how long she'd gone without her gear, but its weight draws a single bead of sweat down the nape of her neck. now, a willowy, prison - starved shadow of herself, she feels as green as she'd once been when first donning the armor. but, still, it makes her feel strong. it makes her feel connected to avatar kyoshi and the warriors and her village and the person she used to be.

she wonders, as she looks zuko in the eyes, why she feels so alone.

" i'd heard the fire lord's son was arrogant — that he was banished for disrespecting authority. but i suppose it only makes sense for that to extend towards those he wields authority against. " she sneers, a splitting image of kyoshi herself. " you destroyed my life. "

@banishmark asked : ' you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? '

[divinechain]

"Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you."

for duty is love. // ೃ⁀➷ fanmail.

they exist between silent but knowing glances, lingering touches, and unsent text messages. the lines between duty and love ever blurring the more time the two spent together. sleepovers that become too frequent. a hand tightly latched onto another too many times. a kiss that never should've happened. a rose brush is growing in minako's throat - scratching at her insides while she deliberately ignores usagi, its rose petals filling her lungs and slowly suffocating her. during training, she finally takes her simmering frustration at herself out on the wrong person: the leader drills into ami far too hard for her lackluster attacks during a practice spare with rei. the other teen nearly looks on the verge of tears once she's done before usagi and makoto supportively rush to her side, a displeased scowl washing over their faces in the process.

minako can practically hear the ' what's your freaking problem? ' that's about to be thrown her way from makoto until rei speaks up to quell the incoming fight before it can even start. ' we need to talk. ' is all that's said before she pointedly looks between minako and the exit of the idol's private gym. with a huff unbecoming of her role, minako picks up her gym bag and storms out - although not before pettily slamming the door behind her as faint arguing could be heard behind her. she instantly regrets yelling at ami by the time she gets to the elevator, already whipping out her phone to text her assistant about sending a bouquet to her home tomorrow afternoon as an apology. she also blocks out a few days next week to take makoto and ami out individually, pushing recording sessions and photoshoots back to prioritize her friends.

the soldier sighs once she steps outside and is exposed to the chilly, evening air. ugh, stupid minako... she kicks at the air in frustration, annoyed at herself for both forgetting her dumb jacket and also losing her cool due to her own scattered emotions. she was supposed to be the leader. she was the one who was supposed to keep it together in front of everyone! minako can't help but dramatically sulk as she flops down on the sidewalk to wait for her incoming lecture 'talk' from rei.

it isn't long before her second-in-command comes out...but instead of being faced with anger like how minako was expecting, there's a soft look of understanding on her face as rei studies her over.

' you probably wouldn't think so but i get it. ' rei speaks quietly, the way her dark, raven hair blows in the wind somehow making her look even more ethereal than ever before. ' after we all...remembered, ' her brows knit together at the word and the pair both hold in a quiet, sharp breath together; their memories bonded them together but not all of it was pleasant to relive. ' things were awkward between mamoru-senpai and i. but...we talked. he listened to me and i listened to him. then we both talked to usagi. '

' ....and? ' minako voice is quiet, petals in her chest threatening to burst from her mouth and cause her to choke on the spot.

' and now...we're in a better place. ' rei said simply before she looks down at her with a shy, sympathetic smile. minako chooses not to comment on the faint blush that's blossoming across her cheeks. ' i think...you should talk to usagi as who you are now and not as venus. b-but you do what you want of course. ' rei finishes with a flick of her hair before she crosses her arms.

ah, there it is. minako thinks while she desperately tries to hold in an obnoxiously loud snort. classic tsundere rei. her friend is already moving back to the entrance to minako's condo before she has a chance to respond to her advice, ' remember to apologize to ami for tonight. makoto too. '

' yea, yea, i know. ' minako confirms with a guilty wave of her hand. ' already on it. and rei? ' her second looks back, listening attentively, ' tell everyone to just get ready to spend the night, it's getting late anyway. '

' alright. you coming up soon? '

' soon. and thanks rei. ' rei's response is a haughty huff that makes her lovingly roll her eyes before the front door shuts and minako's alone again, staring up at the moon wistfully like she was lovesick. she leans her face into her arms and sits there alone for who knows how long before the sound of the front door opening gets her attention. she doesn't bother to look up - at least not until she feels a jacket being draped tenderly over her shoulders and when she does, moonlit perfection greets her.

' here, it's hot chocolate! ' usagi is beaming down at her like nothing is wrong, picking up and opening a thermos by her feet that's nearly overflowing with marshmallows and what looked like graham cracker crumbs sprinkled across the top. it looked incredibly unhealthy...and absolutely delicious. minako instantly wanted ten. ' makoto made it but i helped! ' usagi explains as she proudly watches minako take a sip of her cavity-inducing concoction. minako pauses as she lets the taste of sugar linger in her mouth, a milk moustache on her lips before she squints at the drink dramatically before giving her 'review': a rapid, theatric nod in approval that has both girls hollering with laughter.

usagi happily sits down next to her after the laughter dies down, hesitating slightly before she scoots so close to minako that their knees touch. ' we were worried. a little mad too...but mostly worried. ' usagi states carefully as she takes the thermos out of minako's hands and steals a sip of her own.

' i know. i just... ' minako replies, popping a marshmallow from the thermos in her mouth while she tries to best explain her feelings. she closes her eyes when she thinks about that night: the two of them alone, nervous with excited, heavy breathing and intertwined hands before their lips are touching...and then a memory of a princess stabbing herself through the gut cuts through the moment and instantly kills it. ' i thought about the past and i got scared again. '

minako's blue eyes are hard as she opens them again and stares forward out into the distance, refusing to give into the urge to cry. slowly does she feels the touch of her princess taking one of her calloused hands into her own as a tear begins to fall down her cheek. ' i don't want to be scared anymore though. ' she whisperers quietly as the two lean into each other, her tears being wiped away by the very person she was supposed to comfort during times like this instead.

' when you're scared, tell us - tell me. ' usagi whispers back as if she could read her thoughts, gently caressing minako's thick hair as the young leader cries on her shoulder, ' i want you to rely on me too because...now i’ve got something i want to protect. it’s you. '

minako's breath hitches at that, instantly watered by her words as the pair clutch onto to each other tightly in the night. she can feel the weeds in her throat slowly wither away and while she's not completely alright, she thinks she'll get better.

[10shadowd]

merry 2024 here’s a shitty vessel megs doodle

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[dreadgrace-a]

‘you court death with far too much persistence.’ | @starlyht

Lark simply laughs, Sol'rys' displeasure dripping from her like the beast's death-spray. His caution had gotten both what they wanted. Life and death. Death and life. Her bloodlust is sated for now. Father in her is satisfied.

She grins at the drow. Is the blood in her teeth the minotaur's? Hers? Or something far more unfathomable to the likes of them? ‘We all court death. You, I, Wish, Shadowheart, even Gale. It is our nature; why should I deny that?’

[wrathbit]

Consider: spider-man being created for the sole purpose of taking and causing pain in the name of protection for a higher cause, while Peter Parker’s deepest and most hidden desire is just to be loved.

Peter Parker being so desperate for “family” but the pool of those who love him just keeps shrinking. Spider-Man thinking he’s strong enough to maybe make a family out of other Spiders, in a way Peter isn’t allowed to have, and still having that desire used against him.

He is consumed by the assumption that he isn’t allowed to love and be loved the way others are because the universe will always keep slinging arrows to lodge in his back, and his only purpose is to keep taking it.