#Profound

[depthofnowhere]

Ruin

[insatiablexi]

[slaygentford]

[klibrik]

[horroryolks]

I can have to make a war?

~Aegon II Targaryen

[classycookiexo]

[primreaperstuff]

I've discovered that if I take a bunch of quotes from @the-haiku-bot and put them on PD/CC0 images with the right font, they can look downright profound. Or amusing.

@the-haiku-bot posts used:

immediately

no bro esto es

why are you taking

when listening, you

there is a difference

idk about

you lost her and did

my ancestors are

[canoncanidae]

Her voice is ice water, running down your spine.

"heyyy, sis~"

Immediately, you stop. You click away from the stream, and turn around in your chair. She's a lot closer than you would have expected. Her hand is on the arm rest as she leans in, looking at you with the innocent expression she always uses on everyone else. "are you on call with anyone? I-its important."

You know that stutter is fake. She always does it to make fun of your stutter you had as a kid. You can't get yourself to look her in the face. A quiet "no..." is all you can get out, directed more at the carpet than her.

Her demeanor shifts immediately, her eyes narrowing and getting that hungry look you've only ever seen directed at you. "Good! We're gonna have some fun together~"

You hate the way she trails off the end of her sentence, being flirty with you after what happened last time. What she did to you.

"No. Sis, we aren't. We... we can't keep doing that. It's wro-"

Her hand cracks on your face. She's smaller than you, but it stings. "I don't care that you think it's wrong, and I didn't give you a choice, did I? Do what I say, or you know what I'll tell Mom?" She doesn't stop for a second. Immediately her expression shifts, tearing up as she looks past you. "S-sis touched me! Sh-she took my clothes off of me and touched me all over and said I'd be in troubleee!" she extends that last syllable into a sob before going back to normal, looking at you with glee.

You're pissed. She would do all this crap to you, then turn around and say you did it to her?! Before you can think, your hand is around her throat. Part of you is so upset and scared that you just want to lash out and protect yourself, but behind the hunger in her eyes, it's still your sister. You already know you can't do anything, tears start to prickle in your eyes.

She knows too, wrapping her grip around your wrist and gently peeling your hand off her windpipe. She drops your arm, leaning in to buckle a collar around your neck. "Now, now, sis. We both know you wouldn't dare misbehave like that, you'll just get into more trouble. Plus," she pauses, one hand looping a finger through the ring of the collar while the other cups your crotch. "We both know how much you enjoyed last time."

It's true, and that's the worst part. Even when she was in your room that night riding you, whispering in your ear about how no one would believe you, you were more turned on than you could believe. Even beyond being so scared, it was just plain hot, and you couldn't remember how long youd been holding onto these feelings for her. The shame burns at your throat and ears as you look at the oversized shirt she's wearing right now, one of yours probably, her nipples just barely poking through the faded band logo. There's a tiny whimper in your throat as you look down at the floor, knowing just how trapped in her grip she has you.

A moment later, she's in your chair, having made you to sit on the floor. She knows you'll do whatever she wants, and she delights in the thrill of pushing you further and further.

[wanderingmind867]

Piper cupped her friend's face. She pulled Annabeth forward until their foreheads touched. Through her fingertips, she could feel Annabeth's rapid pulse. "Fear can't be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They're like love. They're almost identical emotions. That's why Ares and Aphrodite like each other. Their twin sons - Fear and Panic - were spawned from both war and love."

Flames roared up from the statue's severed neck. They swirled around Piper, filling the room with a firestorm of emotions: hatred, bloodlust, and fear, but also love - because no one could face battle without caring for something: comrades, family, home.

I loved both these paragraphs/scenes. The imagery that rick riordan evokes here...well, i do end up yelling at him later (there's a really nasty post in my notes app regarding the amazons that i'm scared to post here), but this was still a beautiful scene. I criticize some of his stuff. But when he nails it...boy, he really nails it. War and Love...they go together like hand and glove. That sounds like the start of a poem, but it's just a true statement. Have you heard of Crimes of Passion? War and Love. They're concepts as old as man, and they combine to create beauty and tragedy and horror and sadness and fear and all the dark, yet profound emotions. And come on: have you never heard the many sayings and metaphors about love and war? All's fair in love and war? Love is a battlefield? Something about the two things just click together.

[theactioneer]

Cyber Vengeance (J. Christian Ingvordsen, 1997)

[andreai04]

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

[venusianarmour]

every person is irreplaceable, every person is a universe

[wayti-blog]

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.. Until their secret is given to another to look after, then perhaps two human creatures may know each other..”

― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

[koof]

"The gut problems of today become the bowel problems of Tomorrow."

- Mathew Gametheory Patrick 2024

put that on a shirt and slap it on an altar cuz that shit's profound

[canoncanidae]

sister who's 10 years older than you.

you looked up to her so much when you were younger, but obviously with an age gap like that there's not much in common.

until you got older. and came out. then she started spending more time with you, she knew what it was like to be your age and alone and scared and a girl. she lived nearby after moving out and helped you with a bunch of the little bumps of transitioning.

at twenty you were still living at home, but by that point you had both basically entered the same stage of life. at least once a week youd come over to her place and usually spend the night on her couch.

at twenty, obviously you had drank before. it wasn't super your thing and your meds made you a lightweight, but doing it with you sister was a lot more fun. you'd put on a cheesy mystery show and chat or be on your phones. whatever it was, it was nice to spend time with her.

alcohol makes you sleepy and cuddly though, and obviously on dates with girls from school drinking wine coolers it wasn't a problem, but it is when you're with your sister. usually what would happen is your head would end up on the couch next to her, or a few times in her lap.

one night, you face the wrong way. she's wearing leggings, and maybe she didn't shower for a day or two, and your nose is right by her crotch. immediately you can smell her, and tonight you drank enough that you can't help yourself. you make a little noise and push your nose closer, inhaling. a second later you catch yourself and pull back, looking up and burning red.

she's just as shocked as you are, and you spend a minute staring at each other. just as you're about to get off of her, her hand is wrapped up in your hair and shoving your nose back down. her legs are wrapping around your head and suddenly, you can't see anything, and all you can smell is her cock as she grunts and moans and rubs herself against your nose through her clothes.

a few hours later you're naked, wrapped up in her bed, holding her closer than you ever have before.