#So...Sia wins

[offsidekineticist]

If Theo has any thoughts to share💎💎💎

Oh, yes, Theo has thoughts. I feel kinda bad because I think this says more about Theo than it does about Sia...but I think, unless Sia went out of his way to be vulnerable, this is probably what Theo would think of him.

Sia is really great at...well...everything. I mean, we both use art to make our companions stronger, but I just yell at them and make them angry. He actually inspires people with his music. And he adapted to being crusade commander with such grace - he stepped into the role so smoothly, you know it never even crossed Galfrey's mind to send him a passive aggressive letter implying all his troops died because he was a showboating glory-hound. I mean, of course not - he's a good Knight-Commander, just by being himself. He didn't have to become someone or something else to do the job. He was already enough.

And he knows it, too! He's got this confidence - this swagger. Like, he walks into a room, and all eyes are on him, and he knows it. And he just eats it up! It doesn't throw him off or anything cuz he's Sia. Of course all eyes are on him. And then stuff goes wrong, and he just rolls with it and improvises and...it works! Somehow! Because he's Sia!

But....yeah. He...he's great, and...I mean...he does a lot of things that are kind of like what I do, so...it's really easy to tell he's really good at it. Like...really good at it. Yeah. And I....yeah. Yeah, Sia's great. Even if he is Andoren.

[daddy-long-legssss]

All My Own Stunts

Josh [Homme] comes and sings on this one. He’s very dominant, his voice. When you record his voice it just sort of leaps out, it’s great. What else can I tell you about that one? It’s got another reference to cowboy films. It just says, “I’ve been watching cowboy films on gloomy afternoons” which were something I were doing at the time. It’s also where we let ourselves have a bit of a wig-out.

[x]

[inexpressiblybeautiful]

The best part about solving the e-mail was how hungrily Irene acted towards Sherlock.

I MEAN

GURL

YOU

YOU GOTTA

STOP

I CAN'T

And the fact that neither Sherlock nor John were paying attention to her. LMAO.

[dykedivorce]

was anyone gonna mention the new arctic monkeys album or has the AM (2013) website truly changed

[monamipencil]

jealous rival! seungcheol

genre; nsfw, mdni <3 | a/n; this man is made for the enemies to lovers trope. praying for this to not flop. part 2 !

rival! seungcheol who absolutely hates your guts. he scoffs every time you counter him in class and the way you eye him with a cocky smile if you prove him wrong or win the favour of the lecturer. he also hates the fact that you get his dick hard and twitching in need.

rival! seungcheol who wants to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion. especially the times when your little, cocky side eyes to each other turn into full on eye-fucking each other. his heart swells with pride when you subtly check him out and look away when you get caught.

rival! seungcheol who's had enough of whatever the fuck is going on between you two. in an attempt to "help you be friends with each other," you're assigned as his project partner. and so, fuck-me eyes turns into subtle touches and pleasantly suffocating proximity.

seungcheol's breath hitches when you press your breasts against his bicep, leaning in to help him with something he could not give less fucks about right now. he watches as you back away, flashing him a condescending smile. "see? it's that easy." his cock throbs under his jeans, and god, would he love to bend you over the library table and fuck your brains out.

but he doesn't. seungcheol hates losing. he won't be the one to break first. he won't be the one to lose in this little game with you. he will make you break and have you on your knees.

rival! seungcheol who realises that he has met his match as he watches you grind on one of your classmates in a frat party. you continue your debauchery, knowing that he's staring. you'd usually give in, especially for guys like seungcheol, born with all that good package. but, the power that surges through your veins on getting guys on their knees is unmatched.

you yelp when a hand roughly pulls you off that guy, dragging you through the crowd. you realise that it's seungcheol as the crowds dilutes, and he's fucking mad. the vein bulging on his neck and the look on his face is more than a giveaway to that fact. you can't find it in yourself to pull away and let him do as he pleases.

jealous rival! seungcheol who enters a room, slamming it shut and pinning you to the door. he doesn't waste any time, burying his nose into your neck, smelling your scent and leaving wet kisses on your collarbone. "tell me you don't want this and i'll stop." his voice is low but sure. you gasp when his hands find your ass, kneading the flesh and he continues leaving marks on your skin.

he stops with a sigh when you don't respond and moves away. his apology is cut short when you switch places with him, now pining him to the door. you brush your lips against his and smirk as he follows your lips when you pull away. his scoff is replaced by a low moan when you grab his cock and squeeze the tip through his pants.

your triumph is cut short when he pins you again but this time with your face to the door. he grinds against your ass and you moan in unison at the feeling. but it isn't long before you're trying to overpower him. well, this is going to be a long night.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia

[glitterjay]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS | 이희승.LHS

summary: heeseung finds himself drawn to the girl he initially clashed with. two competitive rivals notice the sparks that fly every time they encounter each other. beneath the surface of their hatred lies a hidden chemistry drawing them closer despite their efforts to resist. could love possibly fire up from sparks?

genre: feuding families, a little bit of everything (smut, fluff, angst), enemies to lovers

warnings: will contain smut, heeeseung and reader are in their late 20s, more to be added.

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heeseung was sick and tired of seeing your face in every single meeting these investors held. his mother urged him to go on behalf of his father, pointing out how he had to deal with such encounters and emotions since he would be the next owner of the company.

it was hell for him, though. the way your soothing voice seemed to have an effect on everyone in the room, how smooth your words were, and how easily you could stab him in the back with counterattacks to his statements. it was obvious the investors were also focused on your good looks, looking at you with heart eyes—not heeseung, though. He could only see you with fire in his eyes.

the spark on his chest was back when a break was called. it was the last meeting, which would decide who these people chose to work with, and it was, by instance, the longest one yet. everyone seemed to be interested in the snacks offered by your building outside of the meeting room—everyone except you and heeseung.

the moment the door slammed shut again, he stood up, slamming his hands against the table. it caught you off guard, but you were quick to brush it off. "what's gotten into you?" you asked. heeseung only scoffed, standing up straight to fix the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. "don't think you're winning this one," he said.

the investors were all back inside the meeting room, and another hour of presentations passed. this was the moment you both had been waiting for—the moment of truth. you were nervously playing with your hands behind your back. heeseung noticed this and smiled to himself. so, you weren't perfect after all.

the whispering that filled the room soon died out, causing the two to stand up straight. not only did the companies depend on this decision, but the pride of each of you hung by a thread.

"after this past week's getting to know both of you and what your companies do, we noticed a similarity." the words made you wince.

"Iit would be an honor for us to work with both companies simultaneously, thereby forming an alliance."

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missed me? :)

[belovedmusings]

“I’m not going anywhere.”

+ MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS +

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Satoru survived being severed in half thanks to Yuuta’s Reversed Curse Technique and subsequently claimed victory, but you keep reliving the moment you saw him die before your eyes. You wake up beside him one night crying from a nightmare of it, and wanting to make you feel better and remind you that he’s okay and he’s not going anywhere, he lets you take him any way you need him.

Relevant tags: AFAB reader with minimal gendered language, reader insert without using “y/n”, graphic nightmare at the beginning but it’s quick, fix-it, hurt/comfort, soft and emotional sex, handjob, fingering, Satoru’s 6-inch fingers, slow sex, praises and declarations of love, lots of kissing, love bites, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, Satoru’s big cock :’) <3

Music recommended while reading: My Love (Sia), positions (Ariana Grande), Souvenir (Selena Gomez), Religion (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: no I’m absolutely not over wtf happened in ch 236 and yes I’m 100% crazy enough to still believe him when he said he’d win. He’ll win and I trust him. I have to or I’ll go crazy. Here’s this emotional smut to cope.

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He was winning. He was fine, he was smiling and now—

He’s not. He’s not moving, he’s not doing anything but he’s in half he’s in fucking half and there’s so much blood—

You scream. You scream but it sounds like it’s underwater and you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything but despair and pain and dread and anger and disbelief and fucking devastation. Satoru is— he’s— oh god, he’s—

“Hey.”

You’re sobbing. Tears stream from your eyes but you can’t feel, you can’t see anything, you can’t hear, you can’t exist without him—

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”

That voice snaps you back to consciousness, a deep gasp from you following. Warm hands are on your shoulders, and you look up at the source, eyes landing upon Satoru’s concerned face. His beautiful, alive face. What? How?

“Hey,” he murmurs again softly, brows furrowed in worry as he rubs up and down your arm soothingly. “Shh, shh, shh…you’re okay. It was just a bad dream.”

A dream?

“No it wasn’t,” you shake your head, voice broken. The lump in your throat won’t go away as you continue to cry. “You were…you were gone and I—”

“I’m right here,” he cuts him firmly, squeezing your arm. “Look at me. I’m talking to you, aren’t I? I’m fine. Promise.”

Your eyes search his face, his body, and blindly you reach out, touching his clothed abdomen, feeling over it to make absolutely sure he’s not lying. When you feel nothing but solid, warm flesh underneath, even when you touch down to his thigh, you relax, sniffling. He’s completely intact. He’s okay.

You remember then what had happened after he had fallen. You’d gone into a panic, threw up, and blacked out after sobbing uncontrollably after tearing your eyes from the screen that displayed his lifeless body.

When you woke up, you were lying against a wall, Shoko watching over you, telling you that Yuuta managed to get ahold of him while Yuuji and Higuruma were fighting Sukuna. He’d used his Reversed Curse Technique to heal him, and he was up and fighting again, this time facing off with Kenjaku.

It was jarring to see him back alive, like you were seeing the resurrection of a god. But it was okay. He was even stronger than before, and along with the others, he was capable of defeating both of the threats.

His victory had restored balance once more.

He’d come off of that battlefield on his own two feet, sweaty, heavily banged up and exhausted, but he had a brilliant smile on his face that said everything is fine now, and he’d welcomed you into his arms without hesitation.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, “It was a dream. Thank god.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He asks, “You gotta trust me, silly. M’ not going anywhere.”

You huff, nuzzling into his chest. “Don’t call me silly because I’m worried about you.”

He sighs softly, rubbing your back. “Fine, fine. But seriously, I’m fine. So no need to worry, okay? I’m right here, however you need me.”

He is. You can feel him in your arms, you can feel him holding you, and yet in your sleep-fogged mind, you can’t help but still retain some anxiety that you’ll wake up again and he’ll be gone for good. That you imagined all of those victories in order to cope. You need to feel more of him to confirm he’s real.

“However I need you?” You ask, drawing back to meet his eyes, gleaming in the dim lighting of the moon. He nods.

“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be otherwise? I’m yours to do with as you please.”

You can’t help it; his tone always brings out a special playfulness in you. “As I please? You sound so easy.”

“Easy for you,” he grins wolfishly, and you roll your eyes fondly before sobering up.

“I need more reassurance,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”

He eyes you curiously, nodding. “Sure thing. What do you have in mind?”

You reach up to touch his face, brushing your thumb between his eyebrows to work out the furrow, then dancing it over his brow bone, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips. You pad it over the soft skin there before leaning up and kissing him, relaxing at the familiar taste of his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture, lips moving with yours in a combination of slow and sensual.

The hand that was resting on his jaw slowly travels down over his neck, where your thumb runs over the column gently, grazing his Adam’s apple a few times before moving on to his collarbone. You explore that spot for a few moments and then massage down his shoulder, over his pec, flattening your palm to feel the beat of his heart.

It calms you to feel that strong thump thump thump against your touch, impassioning you enough to make you deepen the kiss and slip your tongue into his protestless mouth. A soft groan sounds at the back of his throat, and that spurs you on to continue touching him, running your palm over his muscles that were once lithe, but after time spent preparing for battle while he was sealed away to occupy himself, have turned thick and solid. You ghost over the ridges of his abdomen and shiver, feeling each contour through his shirt.

It sends a wave of heat through you and your ministrations turn heavy with desire, finding the hem of his shirt, sliding your hand underneath it and massaging over the hot skin of his naked chest. He groans and guides his own hand from your waist to your ass, clad only in underwear for comfort to sleep, giving it a generous knead.

“Mmh,” you breathe into his mouth, letting him go further to grab your thigh, hooking his hand under your knee and hiking your leg up around his hip.

His tongue runs over yours dirtily as his hand slides back up to the apex of your legs, reaching around to cup your mound through the thin garment over it. His middle and ring fingers massage over that little sensitive pearl just begging to be touched, making you moan softly.

Your lust is deepening by the second and it makes you grow bolder, palm on his abdomen lowering to the front of his boxers and caressing the sizable hardness it finds there. Subconsciously you start to move your hips with his touches, kiss turning sloppy the more you pleasure each other.

The drags of his fingertips get a little too difficult when the fabric over your core gets soaked through, so he easily amends it by slipping his fingers beneath the edge of the article, touching you without any barriers.

“Satoru,” you moan louder as he teases the swollen pearl beneath his digits. He hums in his throat, and wanting to even things out, your hand dips below his boxers, wrapping around the hard and hot erection he’s been sporting since you started kissing him.

A bead of precum at his tip makes the slide a little easier and you feel him start rocking into your hand, meeting your strokes, a breathy groan sounding from him.

He wants the upperhand, of course, so he elects to push two of his lengthy fingers into your entrance, causing you to gasp, spreading your legs wider to accommodate. The man’s digits are long enough to reach your cervix without even trying and he presses pointedly against it, wriggling the tips of his fingers against that sensitive spot teasingly.

“God, Satoru,” you mewl, touching him with more purpose, circling your thumb over his tip.

“Ngh,” he groans in response, moving his hand so that he starts finger-fucking you at a pace, the wet sounds reaching your ears along with the heavy pants from the both of you. You clench around him and he speeds up, abusing that part deep inside of you just with his hand.

You love it when he fingers you but it’s not what you want right now—not truly.

You look up at him, shuddering at the look of unbridled lust pooling in his cerulean eyes. He always gets this certain wild look that gives you goosebumps.

“Satoru,” you manage breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He asks, just as winded.

“I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

He sucks in a breath and nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling his fingers out of you. He rolls to lay on his back, raising his hand up to his mouth and running his long tongue over the digits coated in your essence, a deep groan sounding after. It invigorates your desire for him and hurriedly, you remove your soaked underwear, freeing him of his own boxers afterward.

He sits up for a moment to get his shirt off, tossing it off the bed and then grabbing your hips, making you straddle his thighs. His hands hook under your shirt and you raise your arms so that he can remove it, the two of you now bare as the day you were born.

He wastes no time in kissing you again, this time more desperately, using one hand to guide your hips over his large cock, the other holding it still. He slides inside as you lower yourself, girth forcing you to stretch generously.

“Fuck,” you breathe into his mouth. You’re familiar with his impressive size by now but it never ceases to light a fire with your nerve-endings, length stuffing you full even before he’s bottomed out. You shudder and push him down to lay out on the bed, following him, breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. His palms grip the tops of your thighs as you lay on his chest, your skin touching everywhere. He’s so warm and sturdy beneath you, you feel like you could stay like this forever, tucked into him, split open on his dick, nestled deep inside you without any effort. You breathe in and get hit with the scent of his skin, musky and sweet in a way that’s unique only to him and completely intoxicating to you.

You push your nose more greedily into the column of his neck, moaning as he starts rolling both of your hips together slowly. Like this, his abdomen provides the perfect firm muscle to grind your swollen pearl on, heightening your pleasure.

He bends his legs to provide himself with a little barrier so that when he pushes your hips down, they don’t have anywhere to go, forcing you to take his cock deeper. It prods at your cervix and forces hot chills over your body, your hands bracing on his shoulders helplessly as he does all of the work.

You inhale deeply as he grinds up into you, walls fluttering around him, eliciting a groan from his syrupy voice.

It sends a shiver through you and wanting to chase it, you flick your tongue out over his collarbone, licking along the flesh to taste him.

“Oh,” he grunts, sucking air through his teeth as you feel him twitch inside of you. Encouraged from his response, you do it again, closing your lips around the spot and sucking. A stuttered breath is pulled from him, your hold on his arms tightening.

Like this, you just feel so safe, so content. He’s all you could ever need. Sure, he’s insufferable sometimes and his personality goes overboard naturally, but he’s never too much for you. He’s serious when he needs to be and so sincere in his sweetness, in his affection—you don’t know what you’d do without him. You thank any god that might exist along with the stars that he survived, that he prevailed and that everything is fine now. Your chest swells with all of the gratitude in the world and it spills over.

“Satoru,” you breathe, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “I love you so much.”

You feel him swallow thickly as his hands rub comfortingly up and down the expanse of your back, kisses being pressed to the top of your head.

“Me too, baby,” he replies softly, voice slightly strained with the distraction of heat around his cock. “I feel the exact same way about you.”

You sigh shakily, littering sloppy, wet kisses over his neck, starting to roll your hips in time with his.

“I’m always gonna be here,” he continues between labored pants, “You…you can’t get rid of me. Mmh—you’re stuck with me for life.”

Your kisses begin to be accompanied by involuntary whimpers, the sensation of him locked inside of you along with his smooth skin rubbing against your sensitive bud starting to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna…h-hah…love you so much you’ll be annoyed with me,” he continues, sucking air through his teeth, “oh fuck…so glad I have you. I really am.”

You sniffle, a watery smile spreading over your lips. A few tears escape your eyes but this time they’re of joy.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say with your entire soul.

“Nothing can keep me down for long,” he assures you, “I promise, okay? I promise.”

You nod against his neck, moaning when he speeds up, hands controlling your movements to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Sh-shit, Satoru,” you mewl, feeling your climax start to approach. His breathing gets heavier and more ragged, chest rising and falling so prominently that it jostles you on top of him, indicating that he’s just as wrecked as you are.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he exhales thinly, “Oh shit, shit, god you’re so tight…I’m gonna…”

You choke on a gasp, eyes squeezing shut. He always rambles when he’s nearing his finish, control on his words slipping, and you think it’s the hottest thing in the world.

“Ngh,” he gasps out, guiding you faster on top of him. You clench at the feeling, nearing the peak—“oh fuck, it’s gonna, it’s—a-ah, ah, fuck…”

You feel exactly when he cums, cock twitching hard as he spills against the entrance to your womb. The feeling of release pouring coupled with his incessant grinding on your mound pushes you to climax, a full body shudder taking over you as you tighten around his member.

He groans at the feeling, giving you another spurt of release, hands moving up to hug you close, pressing his cheek to your forehead.

“That was so good,” he breathes.

You nod in agreement, kissing his neck once more.

You know this is the part where you get off of him so you can clean up to get back to sleep, but you don’t want to move at all. You’re completely sated now, and the feeling of his softening cock inside of you is comforting. Undeniable proof that he’s right here with you in the form of a dull stretch in your core.

“Let’s stay like this,” you tell him, and he chuckles softly.

“It’s just that good, isn’t it?”

You snort softly, raising up to meet his eyes. “You’re such a little shit.”

His smile is lazy and mirthful. “Ah, but I’m your little shit. By law you have to deal with me forever, sorry.”

He shrugs in a way that indicates he’s not sorry at all, and your grin widens.

“I’m happy to deal with you forever.”

His beautiful face is radiant with the next smile he gives you, and when your lips meet in a soft kiss, you realize that all of the anxiety and fear that nightmare had left you with has been melted away.

Satoru is real, and he’s okay. He really isn’t going anywhere. He’s safe and warm and set to live a long and happy life by your side.

When the kiss ends you lay back down on his chest, and he takes to drawing invisible circles over your back with his fingertips, the steadiness of his breath, the sureness of his heartbeat, and his comforting scent all lulling you to a peaceful sleep with the promise of his presence tomorrow.

___

A/N: I actually miss him so much to the point where it’s debilitating. I’m literally a widow at this point I might as well put a picture of him in a fuckin locket and wear it like he sent it in his last letter to me, like Gege u bitch that was our husband

Please don’t repost my work but feel free to reblog/share. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed :)

[crystallilytarot]

It's just a random little fun thingy. Choose a pic and I give you some songs. There can be some messages for you in the lyrics or in the music video.

(sorry I can't take a better picture, but these cuties are so very small)

Pile 1

Katy Perry - Harleys in Hawaii

G-Eazy & Halsey- Him & I

Avicii- Wake me up

Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

Whiz Kalifa- See you again

TXT - Lo$er =Lover

Cravity-My turn

Monsta X - Fighter

Ateez - Win

The Script - Hall of fame

Pile 2

Ari Abdul- Babydoll

Marina and the diamonds- Primadonna

The Pussycat Dolls - Don't cha

David Guetta - Hey mama

Doja Cat - You right

Payton- Rich boy

Got7 - Just right

Kehlani - Gangsta

Akon- Beautiful

Stray kıds - Case 143

Pile 3

Rupert Holmes - Escape

Ateez - Wave

Jason Derulo - Acapulco

The Weeknd - Starboy

Bebe Rexha - I got you

Chris Brown - Under the influence

Sia - Cheap thrills

Nct 127 - Touch

G-Eazy & Bebe Rexha - Me, myself & I

Maluma - Corazón

[teyvat-inks]

gamble of a lifetime

sia: wooooo happy birthday to my ever babygirl, aventurine!! this has sat in my drafts for like a month bc i can't really put my thoughts into words ! but anyway, just in time for his birthday tehee :> have a great day, guys!

content: aventurine x gn!reader (as always). make me yours or something kinda fic. kissing!! 608 words.

“It’s like my dear gambler is asking me to unwrap him carefully like a precious gift, unravel his deepest secrets as I explore the depths of his soul. A silent plea of his desire to be seen, understood, claimed, and freed.” Your voice is smooth and soft, drawing him in, matching with the tantalizing gaze you hold on the Avgin boy sitting pretty on the casino table, directing all your attention on him. The private casino room he reserved for this ‘fun and friendly’ game with you is engulfed by silence, only the heavy breathing can be heard. The dim lights illuminate his features from above, making the man in front of you exude a sultry air, his vivid-colored orbs observing your every move.

“For a veteran, you sure do lack the courage to gamble on this one.” You take one step forward, taking another and another until you gradually invade his space, “Allow me to make you an offer, one you can’t refuse.”

Aventurine is taken aback by the way you used his words against him, his mouth hanging slightly agape but quickly masking it with his signature smirk.

“You’ll give me your heart,” you speak with much confidence, voice remaining resolute as you add, “Not only will you take my soul, but you’ll take my forever too.” 

An enticing smile spreads across your features. “Surely, you do not wish to miss out on this gamble of a lifetime?”

Surrender your heart to me and I will offer you my endless devotion. 

His gloved hand reaches for your waist, fingers digging through the fabric of your dress shirt, slowly dragging you in and caging you between his legs. His voice comes out in a hushed whisper, his determined gaze piercing through your soul. “And trust me, this is one gamble I will definitely win.” A tingle runs down your spine, your heartbeat racing with ardor. His proximity allows his perfume to take over your senses, making you slightly lightheaded.

“Just one request, darling,” he murmurs, his lips an even breath away from yours, his words making your heart miss a beat in anticipation. “Can I claim what’s mine right now?”

You lean into his touch, allowing him to devour your lips with all his pent-up desires and frustrations. Your other hand gently creeps up to cradle the side of his face while the other settles on his arm. You hum in contentment, smiling into the kiss as his lips mold with yours perfectly and in sync. After all, you have waited far too long for the boundary to be finally crossed, everything you have built over time is all at risk. Whether this blooms into a lifetime of happiness with each other and whether it falls apart, foretells an eternity of sorrow and mourning for the demise of your entwined hearts—only time will tell.

“This is a gamble worth taking, right?” he mumbles softly after pulling away, his eyes locking with yours once more, admiring the blush that paints your cheeks. A smirk reaches his lips, “You sure you’re not on the losing end with your wager? Is my heart the only thing you ever ask of me?” 

“My dear, I have lost from you long ago. The only option is to gamble everything that’s left of me, bust or take it all. It so happens that your heart is the one I am most eager to possess.” Your fingers fiddle with the ends of his hair as you meet the heat of his gaze with your pleading ones.

Aventurine flashes you a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Yours, my dear.” 

All or nothing, indeed.

[snarky-wallflower]

Coin Flip: A Ship Name Study

Otherwise known as: yes, hi, I am coping with the end of Searcher by focusing on this hot mess of a couple. I did one for Radiant Words, might as well again!

So, first off, I can't take credit for the name! That goes to my friend @amethystunarmed, a genius as always. I just wanna dive a little deeper into it, to convince others to start using it! So, why Coin Flip? Well, obviously it pulls on their titular song Two Sides of a Coin (god, I still think it's beautiful that the entire chat started shipping them at that.) The fascinating thing about Dakkar and Kal is that they truly seem to be just that! Two sides of the same coin! Neither of them can ever fully keep a victory, always struggling against each other. A flip of a coin - who wins? Who loses? Will there ever be an end to this fight, this relationship, that clearly has them both in a grip? They always fight to a draw, it's cosmic law.

What would you do without me, I'm not certain...

It's pretty clear that Kal respects Dakkar in a way he hasn't done so for any other character so far - Samuel, and AJ, for example. He spends time actually talking to Dakkar, negotiating with him. He doesn't see it as a joke, like Dakkar is beneath him. He didn't do that for anyone else!

Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Dak!

Everyone else has been boring.

Dakkar is the main event.

Meanwhile, Dakkar has kept on moving. He never even says Kal's name throughout the whole show. Mobilis in mobili, right? But he also knows where to dig when he needs to, insulting Kal with ease. Dakkar is furious here, practically brimming with rage. Kal brings out a side of him we haven't seen yet, and it's delightful to listen to.

I will stand, and you will falter! I'll be the rock of Gibraltar!

I will float and watch you sink, and it eats you up inside!

What is so interesting about this ship is the amount of history we can tell is there from a song that is only a couple of minutes! There's bitterness, there's knowing - these two go right for the THROAT when it comes to each other. Kal's jabs at Dakkar are a lot more personal than his to Sia ever were. (He went STRAIGHT for the daddy issues with Dakkar, damn.) Their strikes aim true, while they get in each other's heads.

They know each other like their other half--because maybe they were, once. Like the palm of their hand. Like the other side of a coin.

How well did they know each other?

Two sides of a coin.

The coin flips. Which side will it turn up on this time?

[starry-night-rose]

“It’s nice to have a break for once”

Lady Stella Vega has made her entrance at the Glimmering Soirée!

Voice lines and Fullbody under the cut!

Summon: “A dream is a wish your heart makes...What a lovely lyric.”

Groovy: “Everything is great so far but it just needs a little Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!”

Set Home: “I haven’t been to a ball in ages, I’m so excited.”

Home Idle 1: “I don’t normally wear my hair down much but...I think I like the look of it.”

Home Idle 2: “They have candied apples over at the dessert table, I tried some and they were just so delectable”

Home Idle 3: “Avoid the sardines at the hors d’oeuvres table. Why? Just avoid them.”

Home Login: “What do you wish for- Oh my apologies! Force of habit.”

Home Idle Groovy: “I wonder who will win the Belle of the Ball. It could be anyone.”

Home Tap 1: “Miss Elaine helped me with my dress, she truly is a sweet girl.”

Home Tap 2: “A dormmate of mine, Miss Savvy, was the one to do my makeup. I shall try to help her out in return.”

Home Tap 3: “Miss Sia was the one who suggested I wear these fingerless gloves. Don’t they look wonderful?”

Home Tap 4: “The music at first was a bit too loud for Miss Hyacinth so I lended her a pair of earplugs, I always keep a pair on me just in case someone desires it.”

Home Tap 5: “Mister Louis asked me to dance. I graciously accepted. I mean...how could I not?”

Home Tap Groovy: “Waltzing is my specialty, here’s allow me to show you.”

Oc Mentioned - Elaine belongs to @rosietrace , Louis belongs to @fumikomiyasaki , Hyacinth belongs to @jasdiary , Savvy belongs to @twst-the-night-away , and Sia belongs to @twstinginthewind

Full body!

[darkcrowprincess]

Bakudeku and Togachako thoughts:

Listening to to be human by sia over and over again and being pessimistic about Bakudeku and Togachako. Want to have hope. But I don't want to be disappointed. Been disappointed one too many times. Still will love ships, but I am bracing myself for the stereotypical straightness to come. It's just, it feels like such a slap in the face with all the big emotional moments that happened in the manga and that are now happening in the anime. Like what a waste you know. To do something big and beautiful. And don't give me that dude bro shit that it's shonen. Guys who are part of the lgbtq should be allowed to see themselves in action adventure anime like this. And get happy endings. And besides that, anime is for everyone. For anyone in the lgbtq community and they should get wins like this you know. So I'm giving a metaphorical toast to bakudeku and togachako while the chance for them to be canon is still there. Still love the ships and will continue to love it. But I'm bracing myself for the expected sting.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)

[its-short-for-jackalope]

okay so it seems like a pretty safe bet that Kal used to have Radiance, right? He was a traveler like Sia and Margaret, and Sia talks about Itzal poisoning Kal's mind—but maybe it wasn't just his mind that Itzal poisoned, but his magic? The fog as corrupted, twisted Radiance is one of my favorite theories & I really hope it's proven right at some point in the narrative, lol.

(I would also just like to learn more about it in general, even if it disproves that theory. GIMME THE TRAVELORE™!!!!!!! pretty please! 🙏)

anyway, @snarky-wallflower asked me what ideas I had for how a traveler could acquire fog magic and I kinda got carried away, lol.

Musings about Radiance corruption below the cut!

⚠️ I think what I wrote could count as body horror, so please be mindful of that! ⚠️

One option is that it's a slow, gradual corruption. whatever the process is—spell, poison/potion, infection—it takes time. and it probably hurts. your DNA is being rewritten and changed strand by strand, cell by cell, and it probably feels like sickness, like you're dying, and the Radiance is trying to burn it out of you. the thing you've known all your life, the magic that has been your tool and your source of power, of protection is turning against you, and you can't stop it and you can't turn it off. it's instinctive.

but eventually, when the fog takes hold and smothers out the last bits of light, it doesn't feel so sick or unnatural anymore. it probably feels like relief. the darkness is a blessing, and there's a new power thrumming in your blood where the Radiance used to burn. It probably feels cool and thick, a weight you can always feel in your chest when you breathe, whereas the Radiance was light and hot, weightless, nothing as tangible or real as the fog curling inside you.

the other possibility is that it's fast, merciless and invasive. maybe the Radiance has to be torn out of you before something else can take its place. you're in blinding agony as the core of you is stripped away—maybe it is a mercy if it's all at once, imagine losing who you are one painful chunk at a time—and it's over quickly, yes, but the memory of it haunts you and now you're just a shell, wounded and raw. and the fog is like a soothing balm as it fills that gaping void inside you, but it feels so alien, it feels wrong, it feels like you died and something else has taken your place. you aren't YOU anymore. the person you used to be was gone the moment they gutted you and stole your Radiance.

...or perhaps the Radiance isn't an obstacle to be removed but something to be beaten into submission, to be destroyed from the inside. maybe the fog is so thick and overpowering that it sinks into you and chokes out that light in a matter of minutes. you can feel the Radiance writhing inside you, fighting against this dark invader. there is a war in your body, and you are the casualty. the fog is what wins—you're just a survivor.

did you survive? are you sure? it doesn't matter, it's already over and you have a King to obey.

[phantasla]

𓂅﹙ ✹ DAY AND NIGHT ARE ALL ABOUT YOU. ₊ BACKGROUND ˳

𓍢  PLAY NOW !   ⸻ 𓂂 𝆬 _ ﹫ ꜛPHASIA, often stylized as PHA!SIA is a fictional self-produced coed group formed in early 2014 under HIDDEN KEY, sub-label of the conglomerate agency HESTIA TERRACE, firstly as a little experiment by HETER’s ceo and founder, Lee Jooyeon ❪ mostly known by her stage name HESTIA ❫ and then they debuted in september 2014 with a lot of controversies surrounding them.

In early 2013, the ceo of HESTIA TERRACE started the so called “GALAXY PROJECT”, a project which consisted in debuting a mixed-gender group, those groups were considered controversial and were not really popular. Sixteen trainees were chosen to debut in the project, but instead they ended up being in ten; the groups would later be named PHASIA and only five of the members had bad experience as an idols. They made their DEBUT with the single album “PHAVOLUTION” which was considered the first debut flop by the company since its opening for the extremely low sales and no entry in any charts in south korea or around the world.

PHASIA would take some years to climb the road of national and international success starting in early 2016 with the debut of their first sub-unit TRACE and their first hit “RITHYM-TA” and the second sub-unit BLISSEL on same year with their second hit song “CRAZY”. And soon after that their first hit as a full group with “PLANET 910”, in which they successfully reached their first win, high album slakes and worldwide spotlight.

The group’s fame begin to rise every release — PHASIA started to perform overseas with world tour, awards shows and will also gain a GRAMMY nomination in 2019 showcasing how their popularity grew through the years, becoming one of the most popular and successful groups all of time; especially famous for their dance performances, singing abilities, fashion sense and more!

𓂅﹙ ✹ LEANING ON THE DISTANT SCENT. ₊ BASICS ˳

GROUP NAME. PHASIA

COMPANY. HIDDEN KEY, HESTIA TERRACE, STARBLOCK

DEBUT DATE. SEPTEMBER 9, 2014

DEBUT SINGLE. PHAVOLUTION

DEBUT ALBUM. START WITH US

OFFICIAL GREETING. BEYOND OUR GALAXY. HELLO WE ARE PHASIA!

FANDOM NAME. SHEW

FANDOM COLORS. GALAXY ❪ #371C4B ❫ ; CLOUD ❪ #C5C6D0 ❫

SUB-UNITS. TRACE, BLISSEL, TWOS, H&D, GOYL, WoW

SOUND. EXP. MUSIC, ALTERNATIVE HIP-HOP

CONCEPT. CYBERPUNK, SCI-FI, LOST SOULS

𓂅﹙ ✹ I WANT TO FALL INTO THIS DREAM. ₊ THE CURRENT MEMBERS ˳

PARK JINRA “SARAH” ❪ ‘93 ❫ ⋆ leader, main vocalist, main lyricist

LIM BEOMSEOK “SAEM” ❪ ‘94 ❫ ⋆ main dancer, main rapper, sub vocalist, producer, choreographer

CHOI JINHYE “HYEJIN” ❪ ‘94 ❫ ⋆ main vocalist, main lyricist

SUZUKI YUMEKO “DOMICHA” ❪ ‘95 ❫ ⋆ main dancer, lead vocalist, sub rapper, producer, lyricist, choreographer

JEONG JAEWOO “W.U” ❪ ‘95 ❫ ⋆ main rapper, sub vocalist, lead dancer, producer

BAE “DALLAS” ❪ ‘95 ❫ ⋆ main rapper, sub vocalist, face of the group

LEE KYUNGSHIN “IZAAC” ❪ ‘95 ❫ ⋆ lead vocalist, sub rapper, producer, lyricist, visual

WACHIRAWIT KASEMCHAI “CHAI” ❪ ‘96 ❫ ⋆ main dancer, main vocalist, lyricsist

SIM KIYEONG “KIARA” ❪ ‘96 ❫ ⋆ lead vocalist, lead rapper, lead dancer

CHOI HYUNGJAE “JE” ❪ ‘99 ❫ ⋆ main dancer, lead vocalist, lyricist, choreographer

[glitterjay]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS | 이희승.LHS

summary: heeseung finds himself drawn to the girl he initially clashed with. two competitive rivals notice the sparks that fly every time they encounter each other. beneath the surface of their hatred lies a hidden chemistry drawing them closer despite their efforts to resist. could love possibly fire up from sparks?

genre: feuding families, a little bit of everything (smut, fluff, angst), enemies to lovers

warnings: will contain smut (slight), heeeseung and reader are in their late 20s, more to be added.

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"excuse me?" you ask. an alliance? with your biggest competitor? this was something that you did not expect at all. you noticed it had caught heeseung off guard as well when he loosened the tie around his neck, a small puff of air leaving his lips. it seemed as if his lungs had suddenly run out of air.

"think about it," the man continued. "you both do almost the same thing; therefore, converting you two into competitors. yet, the potential in both companies is so much that you could gain way more as an alliance. we want to invest in both companies at the same time, but we can't do that with your families going for each other's necks."

he was right. there could be so much more profit if you worked together, but the feud between both families would not allow such a proposal to ever happen. "ee will leave you to discuss, but we expect an answer by tomorrow morning."

and just like that, the group of people you had been trying to win over for the past two weeks walked out—just like that. you let out a groan of frustration, letting yourself fall into one of the chairs. all that hard work, done for them to try to get you to work with lee heeseung.

and it was then you noticed this burning feeling in your chest. It only appeared when heeseung was in your field of vision—that spark again that only lit up when you were around him.

-

a few hours had passed since the meeting was over. the two of you sat there in silence, not knowing what to do or say. the weight of the whole world was on both of your shoulders. heeseung had contacted his mother about the situation, and all she said was that it was his decision after all—not helpful at all.

on the other hand, you hesitated to call your father, especially with heeseung in the same room. but you knew you had to. you could have easily gone out of the room for a while, but for some reason, you stayed put.

if the air had been awkward between you two, it had become suffocating after that awful phone call. you had been called things that heeseung definitely heard. he was glad his mother at least didn't care much about situations like this. if they didn't bother her directly, then there was no point in worrying at all.

heeseung wanted to talk to you. he really did. but what was he supposed to do? say, "hey, bro, you'll be fine"? he just sat there in silence, accompaniying you as he lost himself in his own thoughts.

-

the clock struck 11:03 p.m., and you two were still there, sitting in silence. heeseung was sighing and yawning more frequently, indicating that he was starting to feel tired. you, on the other hand, had fallen asleep a long time ago. your head rested in your arms on top of the table. preparing the presentations and speeches had been tough on you, and you had finally been able to catch a little break.

when heeseung laid eyes on you, he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. and then it started burning. his eyes were staring at you with admiration, but his mind said it was hatred.

still, he took off the blazer that matched his dressing pants and put it over your shoulders. he wasn't going as far as waking you up, but that should be enough, right?

the spark had followed him all the way home, when it used to fade as soon as you were gone.

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[dujour13]

So how about 13, 20, 25 for Sia? 💕

Thanks Dragonfly! 💕💕

13. What is their biggest regret regarding their time as the KC?

Answered here

20. Which event of the crusade traumatized them?

The whole thing really. I want to say the Lost Chapel, the Battlebliss, the Fleshmarket or Latverk, but the thing that still gives him the worst nightmares is the confrontation with Baphomet. Up to that point he hadn’t faced off against a demon lord, and it was absolutely terrifying—the sheer power, corruption and malice, not to mention the smell. He didn’t think he could possibly win. He believed he was about to watch every one of his companions die a horrible death, and he would end up hung up and tortured like the Hand of the Inheritor. Worse, in that battle Woljif was badly wounded and came close to being crushed in both body and spirit. The battle didn’t go well for the Merry Band at first and it was only when Lann used a Midnight Bolt that the tide turned. Sia still wakes up in a cold sweat.

25. How did they welcome the physical change that came with their mythic powers? Did they embrace it/reject it?

Answered here