#Silly little snow

[incorrect-hunger-games-quotes]

Lucy gray: Yeah I'm really into true crime podcasts lately.

Coriolanus, trying to flirt: You know I've been the primary suspect in quite a few murder cases.

[littledemo0n]

No are we gonna ignore that episode or..??

[naffeclipse]

Citizens of the town: Don't take the mountain path, it's closed off for a reason

Y/N:

[allthethoughtsandstuff]

when i tell u i laughed out loud when i read this

[loversmore]

“i believe in you so what’s left is for you to believe in yourself.” – han

for @hyunsung ♡

[gophergal]

SubScorp Week 2023 - Day 5: Mortal Kombat Legends

"Such sloppy footwork, Sub-Zero. Get up and try again! Unless, that is, you'd rather stay down here..."

@subscorp-week

[lorephobic]

have i talked before about how crazy it drives me that in old bdubs videos he would super abashedly talk about his love for making things pretty? because. it drives me crazy.

at the beginning of mc4 when everyone was clearing out spawn so it was a lifeless flat plot of land to build on and bdubs took it personally and added grass and foliage once everything was built to make the whole landscape more lively and cohesive. and how hed get made fun of for thinking about little shit like that.

also when he got asked what hed be doing if he wasnt doing mc and he mentioned music (i think) and basically was super embarrassed to be like “i know its not very manly, but im super into artsy fartsy stuff”. as if that is a bad thing.

anyway im getting so emo thinking about how in hermitcraft, everyone knows and admires bdubs skill as a builder and its not ever something thats made fun of anymore. thinking about how bdubs never talks down about his own abilities anymore and instead of feeling weird about being a dude whose into artsy fartsy stuff, hes really embraced his career as a creator of beautiful things.

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

[overleftdown]

thinking about tigris watching coriolanus become his father, even after she tried her hardest to make him anything but. watching the little boy you love, dying in the house you both grew up in. they saved each other. while he grew out of love, she grew into it. they both knew what it meant to be good; she knew he had made the choice to be bad. he killed that little boy she loved, and replaced him with a monster.

[amber-laughs]

a Ned Stark rhaenyra-like au where jon has brown hair but purple eyes so everyone suspects he’s rhaegar and lyanna’s but ned swears he’s ashara dayne’s and manipulates robert into making it treason to question jon’s parentage by playing on fears of war and their brotherly connection

[kellterntempest]

Sonic 3, can I get uhhhh

Goofy evil choreographed musical number that is also a sung duet with Robotnik and Stone?! 🙏

[ericdarkgoat]

Chronology of Disney characters

[julietasgf]

I think tbosas' ending with lucy gray running away is so good and important for a number of reasons, but the main one is:

if you see the red flags, girl, run.

I've seen some weird takes on social media, on how lucy gray should've stayed, how coriolanus only wanted to talk, how coriolanus and lucy gray could've ended together living in D12... and honestly, I can't really think of an ending where he wouldn't kill her at some point. women are always encouraged to stay, to talk, to have patience, but if a man starts showing the red flags he was showing, don't stay, because your life can be in risk.

lucy gray didn't wait for her life to be actual risk. she ran away before she was his 4th kill. and honestly?

good for her.

[lqvedianas]

Snow lands on top

When the games ended you were more the saddened to leave coriolanus. The connection you both had grew to eachother after the games was something so intense you’d be sure to never forget him….

Fast forward two weeks later and you were already back in your district, back with your now ‘boyfriend’ after you two had broken up for the reaping. He clung back onto you the moment you stepped foot off the train and practically threw his actual girlfriend aside.

It didn’t make it any better when you knew you both were using eachother for something. Even though it wasn’t the same thing. Him using you for popularity and You using him for leverage to fill the whole that was left after coriolanus. You lay awake at night staring at your bedroom ceiling wondering if he did the same. Think of you.

And your thoughts were answered when he popped up one day. With his beautiful locks shaved down to the buzz and his formal red suit reduced to a blue miner outfit. He explained to you that he’d been sent to repay his debt to the capital for cheating abd how he begged to be sent to your district just to see you again.

Just to see you again.

It lingered in your mind as you took a shot of whiskey. Just for your now boyfriend to ruin the moment and go up to you.

Making some kind of joke you pretended to not know him, You are far to distracted by corio and how you wondered if it was possible you’d ever see him again. Just when you felt the cold eyes of someone staring at you.

It was him. He just happened to actually be…here? You wanted to go up to him but felt your body be dragged away to the dance floor where you saw his cold eyes turn into a glare.

You sloppy danced before feeling someone grab you by your waist and pull you out of the crowd.

“What’re you doing with him?”. Strange he cared wasn’t it?

“Coriolanus what’re you doing here? I though you were staying in the-“

“What’re you doing here, with him.” He didn’t care for reintroductions. He wanted to know what you were up too.

“I’m here having a good time with my boyfriend..” He eyes lit up as you rambled about how it wasn’t anything serious but accidentally let one tiny thing slip.

“Yea we planned on getting married and settling down so i don’t get selected again in the games next year.”

“Your engaged?” He got closer and looked you up and down “Really?”

“Wel not engaged- engaged we’re just discussing it.”

“Sure.” A scoff was followed after “I have to go, but meet here tomorrow.”

“For what?”

“Just do it, please.”

You silently agreed as you departed and returned home.

Now you fell asleep staring at the celing thinking of how the man you once thought would never see you again was now seeing you again tomorrow.

You returned to the spot the next day, shivering at the spot as you waited for him. Until you saw him in his blue attire and you noticed. His curls. They’d been shaved.

“It’s so good to see you again.”

“I was going to say the same thing.”

You embraced eachother and felt him run his hand in your hair, he smelt of sweat and some expensive cologne he must’ve brought with him from the capital.

He let go as he looked over you. “Hey, what’s that?”

He point at the now ring on your finger.

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“Sure seems like something.”

“Nosey aren’t ya? It’s just a promise ring.”

He knew very well it was most definitely an engagement ring. “Are you?..Engaged?”

“What? No no it’s just a promise ring no where near time for the wedding”

“So there will be a wedding?”

“No no i didn’t mean to say that”

He obviously was taken aback as he looked a little angry now “So how long have you and your ‘fiancé’ been together.”

“He’s not my fiancée.”

“Mhm well it sure seems like it.”

“After i came back from the games i waited..And we just got close again and we’re going to take things slow, we’re not really gonna get married just saying that so it looks good in the paper.”

“Right.”

It was bullshit and you both knew it.

You only had to get married so you wouldn’t have to work as much and because you couldn’t own what you won by yourself.

“So are you two..Serious?”

“What does that mean? Or why do you wanna know?”

“Because i want too know what my ‘friend’ is up too.”

Friend. You guys were friends now? After all of what you went through?

“Enough about me corio you nosey boy, What’re you doing here?”

“The capital sent me to work. But in so glad to see you again.” He hugged you again, taking in your scent. You smelt so sweet he didn’t want to pull away.

“Can you come with me? It’s a place in the woods. Only a few people know about it. Don’t worry.” I tried pleading with him

“Only for a few moments.”

“Great, come on.”

Taking his hand you dragged him along through the meadows and the trees, he couldn’t stand the outdoors. The capital really did a number on him.

You both finally made it and he looked..to say the least disappointed as if he were expecting more. Must’ve forgotten this wasn’t district 13.

He followed behind you, and for a moment you swore you felt his hands on your waist. Actually. You knew you felt his hands on your wait. Then he turned you around and looked at you.

“Please. Don’t do this to us.” He was begging now but for why?

“It’s not up to me. I have to marry him! If I don’t I’ll be sent off.”

Suddenly a look of anger went across his face, he grabbed you by your face and kissed you so hard. “Can he do that? Hmm? Can he kiss you like that?” Shaking you practically “Does he do that for you? I fucking doubt it!” The walls seemed to shake as you just stared.

“Answer me!! Can he??”

“No he can’t..”

“That’s what I thought.”

You knew the answer so clearly yet you couldn’t wait for the opportunity to kiss him again, so why wait?.

You dug your hand into his face as you kissed him with such passion you couldn’t practically moaned out ‘I love you’

Pulling him to you the tension between you both getting cut by your clothes dropping to the floor, you ran your hand down his cold back and felt something, almost velvety. His scar. From the bombing of the games.

It only distracted you for a moment as the next second you felt him kissing your stomach while repeating your name over and over as if he was in a trance.

Time wasn’t up for waste as he dropped his pants the moment he stopped kissing you and thrusted into you so hard you could feel the bed shake. His movements were hard yet pleasurable as you moaned out his name. Yet it was over powered by his preaching.

“Tell me..Tell me could he fuck you like this? Make you scream his name like this?” He wasn’t one for disrespect as he used his hand and gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him.

“You and I both know he couldn’t. He could never- do this for you like I can..You wanna know why? Because I love you!-“ his breath was heavy yet his words rang clear in your mind.

He loved you.

He loved how you felt ,how you spoke, fuck even how you cried moans of pleasure. It brought a smile to his face.

“Who can fuck you like this hmm?”

“No on-ne but you Coriolanus…No one but you”

“That’s right, who’s making you feel so fucking good right now hmm?” Thrusting on the last word before giving you even a second to think. God he was cunning.

“You. Coriolanus. You it’s always been you.”

Smirking.

“That’s right, that’s fucking right.”

His thrusts grew shorter as you clawed at his back, if only he wasn’t so narcissistic you wouldn’t have this problem of eye contact.

Yet here you were avoiding his gaze, you couldn’t let him see you like this. You knew he’d have something smart to add.

Until you felt a sensation growing in your abdomen that made you want to moan so loud even the mocking jays could recite it.

“Look at me. Look at me when I make you come.” He spat at you grabbing your jaw.

“Fuck- I can’t I can’t..” you hesitated til you felt him give you last thrust making you open your eyes coming face to face with the man responsible.

Your hearing and vision blurred as it felt like you were in the most beautiful place on earth.

The low gutteral moan of snow made you look back up and see him smirk

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? The feeling. I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else besides you.”

You knew this couldn’t happen again. You were getting married in two weeks.

But who was counting anyways?

[sweatyvvords-blog]

coriolanus: Jabberjays>>>>mockingjays

[dailykylebroflovski]