#WHEN EVERYTHING MADE TO BE BROKEN I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM

[cyanidedrinkers]

Wade Winston Wilson and Tony 'I am Iron man' Stark

I think a lot of people forget just how incredibly smart Deadpool is. This man was in the special forces, You dont get there by being stupid. Now, I know he was discharged but still. It's been proven over and over again that this man can put together an amazing plan and is a very quick thinker- Now: Give me Wade who knows how everyone sees him, Stupid, loud, annoying and lets them think that way. Give me Wade who's scared of showing that he can have a coherent thought even after the mutation and after his brain broke and after he started talking to audience. because he's built this facade and it's easier for everyone to expect nothing from him then for them to expect everything because he's scared. Give me Wade whos scared of rejection from not only his friends and family but his coworkers and those he looks up to so he plays the dumb card and the crazy card and he plays it well Give me Wade who thinks with his hands Give me Wade who has very precise hand signals, Some that came over from his special ops days and some that he's made up for himself, to think because his brain is so loud he has to voice every thought or at least make it physical in some way so he doesnt forget it Give me someone who learns his hand signals and uses that to put his ideas into place (backtracking to my later post about Iron man and Deadpool respecting each other) Give me Tony who notices his hand signals and little drawings on the edge of his notepad and voices them for Wade like their his own ideas, Not out of malice or because he wants to steal them but because he believes in Wade and knows he's a smart man Give me Tony who keeps Deadpool behind in meetings to ask for his opinion on the matter and implements that into his plan as well because you cant tell me Wade doesnt know the best way to infiltrate a highly secured base. Give me Wade who's eyes light up everytime his plan works because he's forgotten how smart he actually is Give me Tony who learns Wades hand signs and uses them in battle, like a secret code to each other Give me the others confused by why Tony and Wade are just staring at each other only for Tony to turn to them and tell them they're changing their entire plan Give me Logan or anyone really walking in on one of Wade and Tonys private chats to see Wade, map out, little marks via figurines that Tony made (They're replicas of everyone on the team to help Deadpool visualize better), giving precise and logical ideas and Tony just nodding along Let it be Tony and Wades secret that he's not stupid. He's a smart guy, smarter than a lot of people but the pressure of being smart never appealed to him Give me Wade who asks questions about Tonys tech and Tony asking questions about Deadpools healing factor Give me Tony who allows Deadpool into his lab and lets the man watch him until he falls asleep and Tony just draps a blanket over him Give me Wade and Tony who are two very intelligent but broken people understanding each other and having the others back when no one else will.

[iloveelliefanfics]

You're mine, little one.

synopsis: you get mistreated by a maiden, Lady Dimitrescu gets the job done after making out with you.

a/n: i literally don't know what this is i definitely hate this lol. but I've been wanting to write about our lesbian vampire queen so why not. thank you so much for any type of feedback!<3 enjoy.

pairing: dom, possessive! lady dimitrescu x reader

summary: proofread! i take requests, pics are from pinterest, pet names used.

Alcina Dimitrescu had a reputation. A very well deserved one as she had worked hard for it. She was ruthless, heartless, cunning, and above all, dominant and bold. She had been ruling the valley for centuries as the Lady of the Castle, her power over her people unwavering.

The maidens under her rule trembled whenever she walked through the halls. They all knew what happened to those who had the misfortune of irritating their leader, or even worse making a huge mistake. She was their ruler, their protector, but if she had to, their punisher.

And yet, a single woman was about to flip everything upside down. You. Her cold exterior melted down once she met you.

You turned everything upside down, she had fallen in love with you the first time she saw you. She was very clear on wanting you. Alcina Dimitrescu wouldn't stop until she could claim you as hers. Always surprised you with little/huge gifts, flowers, anything. When you wanted something badly and she knew of it, she always made sure to get it done, if you were happy, she was happy.

This day was especially trying on the Lady. She'd had to deal with incompetent villagers and an abundance of paperwork in her study, making her mood all the worse.

By the time she'd finally retired for the evening, her head was pounding with a tension headache, which she tried to get rid of with fresh blood.

Lady Dimitrescu was sat at the head of a long table in the grand dining hall. Golden eyes scanned meticulously over a detailed map of the area, a pen clutched between slender fingers. The quiet of the room was broken only by the occasional scratching of tip of the pen against paper as she made annotations and notes.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, her head lifting to glance towards the door. A smile curled her lips as she saw you enter. "My darling." The Lady breathed and a smile curled up on her face, as she set her pen down and held a hand out to you in greeting. "You have impeccable timing, my darling. I was just starting to get bored with finishing up some of this work, I am so glad you've come to see me, love." Rising from her chair, she made her way around the table towards you. Her movements were smooth and elegant, despite her tall figure. Her long legs closed the distance between you, her gaze roamed over you as she pulled you close against her chest, a small hum leaving her as she hugged you tightly, hands coming to rest on your hips in a gentle yet possessive touch.

She murmured into your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin. "Such a tease, you are. Trying to distract me from all this work I have to finish." She purred lowly, her fingers moving to grip your hips a bit more firmly. Pulling back slightly, she looked down at you with a heated gaze. Her eyes roamed across your face, lingering on the soft curve of your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

"I take it you have a reason for interrupting my work?" Lady Dimitrescu chuckled as she pulled you closer, again, her hands slowly beginning to wander over your form while she continued to nuzzle into your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You get out of her gentle but firm touch, looking into her eyes. "I do actually..." You look away for a second, but it's enough for Alcina to sense that not everything is okay with you.

She took a deep breath, trying to reign in her anger somewhat. Her gaze fixated on you, taking in your every feature as she tried to assess any damage done.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, her voice taking a softer tone. Her hands moved to gently cup your face, her touch surprisingly gentle considering the burning anger that still flickered in her golden irises. "Ssh, my darling, don't you worry, tell me what happened." She whispered softly in a reassuring tone, gently running a hand up and down your back in soft, soothing motions.

Worry burned in her golden eyes, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. If anyone dared to touch you, theyd would meet the great Lady Dimitrescu's ruthless anger. Her body tensed, clearly ready to march out and confront the offender herself.

You take a deep breath before saying anything. "It's just that... One of the maidens started a rumor about me... about us. I know I shouldn't care but I don't want anything to happen... They also started mistreating me." Lady Dimitrescu's eyes darkened as she heard your words, anger and disgust filling her at the mere thought of someone mistreating you.

"Ah, my dearest one." She murmured, golden eyes shut as she relished in your presence, reveling in the feeling of having you in her arms. The Lady's large form was pressed firmly against yours, her body enveloping you in a reassuring embrace. Her arms wrapped around you protectively, her chin resting on top of your head as she continued to nuzzle into your hair.

"I have you now. No one will hurt you." Alcina murmured, her lips brushing against your temple as she spoke. She pulled you closer, as if trying to shield you completely from the world outside of her arms. All that mattered was being held by her, feeling her strong embrace and the reassuring beat of her heart against your ear.

Her hands began to roam over your form, fingertips tracing over the soft curves of your body in a gentle and comforting manner. Her touch was tender, filled with love and protectiveness.

With a soft sigh, she buried her face into your neck. "You're mine, you know that, right? You'll always be mine. I won't let anyone take you from me or make rumors about us. I'm going to handle it, my people will treat you like my other half." Her words were full of possessiveness and truth combined. She would do whatever it took to keep you safe. To keep you with her. No one would have you but her.

She pulled back again, golden eyes holding your gaze. "Promise me you'll tell me everything when something like this happens." She said, her voice almost trembling with desperation. She's such a fool for you.

"Of course my darling, I... I just didn't know how you'd take it." You look away kind of ashamed. You knew you should've said something earlier.

Relief instantly washed over the Lady's features, her body relaxing somewhat as she let out a shaky exhale.

She moved to grip your hips once more, using her grasp to pull you flush against her body. Her eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail, as if trying to memorize it. "Good. You're mine, and just mine." The Lady gazed down at you for a moment, her eyes darkened with desire. She bent down, closing the distance between you in a sudden movement. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss, claiming your mouth hungrily, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. She held you tightly against her, her body pressed against yours and the kiss dominant and demanding. Her tongue slipped against yours, the kiss a heated and possessive claiming of your lips. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss and giving a hint of her dominant nature, her grip on your hips never loosening.

The Lady pressed you firmly against her, her body trapping you between her and the wall behind you. It was impossible to escape when she had you like this, and she was more than happy to keep you right where you were. She broke the kiss reluctantly, moving back just enough to fix you in her intense golden gaze. Her tongue flicked over her bruised lips, and she gave a low growl of possessiveness.

"You're mine," she stated firmly, her voice low and heated. "All mine. No one else's. Say it."

"I'm yours, Alcina, all yours." You give in to her command, enjoying the effect she has on you.

The Lady's lips curled into a pleased smile. "Of course, dearest, of course you're all mine. I love it when you say it loud and clear." She smirked at you, loving every second of it.

One of her hands moved to cradle your face gently, her thumb caressing your cheek as she spoke. Her golden eyes darkened with promise, her lips still red and kiss-swollen.

She was utterly devoted to you. Your pleasure was her pleasure, and she would move the earth for you if you so wished it.

"Now, little one, i want you to know what it means to be claimed by me. You won't be leaving until I'm finished with you, darling." Her hands began to wander over your body, large fingers tracing every dip and curve with a possessive claiming touch. She moved to kiss and nip at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. Her touch was firm and deliberate, as if she was mapping out every bit of you and claiming it for herself. Her lips and teeth continued their trail down to your shoulder, her breath hot against your flesh. Her body pinned you to the wall with no room to move, not that you wanted to escape. She placed a particularly hard bite on your collarbone, marking you with an obvious bruise. Claiming you as hers.

"Say it again." She breathed against your skin, her tongue darting out to lick at the spot she had just marked. "Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Alcina, please..." You almost begged her to continue. A low growl of sheer possessive pleasure left the Lady's lips as she heard your response. "That's right, darling. You're mine. My love, my pet, my sweet little thing." The Lady's other arm moved to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against her. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing over your lower lip. Her touch was gentle but possessive, her claim upon you never wavering. One of her hands moved to gently tilt your chin up, her thumb lightly brushing over your lips. Her gaze softened even more, and she leaned forward to press her lips against yours in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

She continued to nip and bite at your neck and collarbone, leaving small marks to remind you -and the rest of the world- that you were hers and hers alone.

"Now, my darling. It is time for me to get those maidens to their places, alright? Just stay here I'll be no longer gone than 10 minutes." She gave you another kiss then left to get the job done herself.

[genericpuff]

Was your Kore/Persephone portrayal inspired by dissociative disorders? I interpreted it more as her dark internal monologue that she was suppressing. Like when you have dark thoughts of know things inherently, but try to rationalize your way out of thinking them. I figured it was just a more dramatic way of portraying intrusive thoughts.

Ahh this isn't really a question I can answer with a simple "yes" or "no". Especially when considering everything you just listed are often inherently symptoms of many interlinked mental disorders like DID and BPD haha (especially when it comes to the suppressing).

As I mentioned in my previous post I've been writing these types of characters for years. Uzuki is a big one that comes to mind. I love writing conflicts of the self, mind vs. reality, identity vs. instinct, past vs. present, etc.

CW: BLOOD/GORE, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, DEPICTION OF TRAUMATIC BREAKDOWNS AND DISSOCIATION AHEAD!!!

(note the black and grey pages are read right to left like a manga, this was from my weeb days LOL)

It wasn't until years later after I was diagnosed with ADHD and autism that I realized my love for those tropes was rooted in something far more internal. Sure, sometimes a trope is just a trope, but now I fully understand why I've found myself pulled back to that trope time and time again, because I myself have struggled with a lot of the same internal conflicts that characters like Uzuki and Kore have struggled with. It wasn't just me loving a trope, it was me finding solidarity and representation in characters who shared my experiences, even if they were largely hypothetical or for the sake of creative expression.

That realization came long before Rekindled, of course, but it hit me like a sack of bricks when it did, as any realization of an undiagnosed disorder tends to do after years of thinking you're just "broken". That said, it's allowed me to explore these topics with even more nuance and understanding, while also pointing out my own weaknesses and blind spots in the pre-conceived notions I had about myself that I was then able to challenge once I knew what was really going on. It was still challenging as it was so personal, but it ultimately made me a stronger person and a stronger writer.

Skip to the future though with Rekindled, everything I just explained is why I was so interested in LO's AoW plotline to begin with, because a lot of it played to my own interests in those sorts of characterizations - consequently, it was one of the plotlines I wanted to overhaul the most when I started coming up with the basis for Rekindled, as I was disappointed that it was forgotten about over the course of S2 and completely retconned by the trial arc. In a weird way, it almost feels like all the time I spent working with characters like Uzuki was preparing me for a character like Kore/Persephone. And conversely, writing about Kore/Persephone has helped me harness my skills more which I can take back with me when it comes time to continue Uzuki's story.

All that said, mental disorders and neurodiversity were never "inspiration" to me when I was learning how to write and/or designing these characters, but that didn't make them any less intersectional. It was more like something that just came naturally to me as someone who is neurotypical and has diagnosed mental disorders (I am my own worst inspirations LOL) and I wanted more characters like that who weren't just automatically "villains". I try to always treat them with care to ensure that I'm being kind to both the characters as well as myself as someone who heavily relates to these experiences, but I'm also not really afraid to express the more "ugly" sides of those experiences either. Especially with characters like Uzuki who are largely problematic to their core in their actions - much of those actions, as I would learn about myself in my own healing journey as well, are often spurred on by a lack of care, empathy, and understanding in their unique struggles.

There is so much I'd love to say about Kore and Persephone's characterizations and what led them to this point, but I got about a paragraph in before realizing that it would be WAY too massive of a spoiler LOL I'm really, really excited to get into it - though nervous too - but I hope that, at the very least, readers can have patience for her as she goes through everything that's on the horizon. There are times it may get ugly, even outright bleak, but that is simply one side of the coin that represents her duality as a goddess - the dreaded Bringer of Destruction, and the merciful Goddess of Spring.

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Feeling so fucking emotional about Tim/Steph today, I can’t explain it.😭 I wholly blame Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls!

[vivitalks]

iris by the goo goo dolls said "you bleed just to know you're alive" and we were all just okay with that huh

[yeastinfectionvale]

God nothing can top Iris

[championsofthegate]

//ship tag drop! (some of these are repeats I just want to be able to find them easier cause my brain doesn't remember shit lmao)

[the-halfling-prince]

Wirt would absolutely be one of those bitches who loses his mind every time he hears Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.

[thepavementsings-archive]

listening to iris by the googoo dolls thinking about the horrors of suzuka last year...

[brightlotusmoon]

IRIS - Goo Goo Dolls (Rock cover by Jonathan Young)

Not to be an overly emotional Xennial but

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Heeeeeey, so we’ve all sobbed in the car to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, right? (If you haven’t, I’m judging you. Harshly.)

What if I said that’s a Robin Blorbley song—

I don’t think I have to explain but I’m going to because no one can stop me <33

First of all, the pure pining of this fucking song and Robin pining over Miss Nancy Wheeler??? Hello???

We’ll skip to the chorus first because i enjoy hurting myself <33

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Robin Buckley, who has come out to one (1) person because she is so scared of what will happen. Of COURSE the world won’t understand, her world is 80’s Hawkins, Indiana, and she’s watched people be awful to other queer people her whole life. But I’m thinking it’s deeper than that too. You can’t tell me that Robin doesn’t have some serious internalized homophobia. Growing up where she did, heating the awful things people said about homosexuality, being told that gay people are dirty and perverted, there’s no way she didn’t internalize that at least a little. There’s more to not wanting to be seen than just fear of homophobia. It’s fear of her dirty little secret being out, of people knowing she’s “wrong.”

She feels fragile—made to be broken. And every evil word breaks her a little.

But then she meets Nancy Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler who played chicken against a speeding car with nothing but a pistol. Nancy Wheeler with guns in her closet. Nancy Wheeler who sawed they end off a shotgun and blasted Vecna to bits. Nancy Wheeler who stands up against assholes who try to put her down, no matter how powerful—and it makes Robin feel brave. She’s drawn to this powerful, incredible woman, who gives her comfort in small moments, holding her hand, offers reassurance, all in the same five minutes as killing monsters. She wants to be brave, and she wants to be vulnerable. There’s just something about the metaphor of cracking open her rib cage and offering her heart to Nancy—she wants Nancy to know who she is, deeply and truly, not just the mask she puts on (like in ST3).

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

Does this not sound like Robin pining over Nancy? Powerful, incredible Nancy? Werewolf Robin’s very own Angel of Death? The closest to heaven—and hell—that she’ll ever be?

Being lost in the little moments. That tiny hand hold in the Upside-Down. Laughing in Nancy’s car as they make their getaway from the asylum. The little high five after convincing that guy to let them in. She thinks about those moments, and she realizes she’s made a home in Nancy Wheeler—maybe it’s not intentional, but it’s happened. She doesn’t want to go back to her frankly probably neglectful parents, an empty home—she wants to go home to Nancy’s arms. She’d give up her life for that chance. And she doesn’t want to, because she knows there’s no way Nancy loves her the same way—she’s straight, right? She hates it, she hates the way she misses Nancy—she doesn’t want to.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

I think Nancy lies. She lies in telling people that she’s okay, she’s fine, she can take care of herself—but Robin has heard this before, hell, she’s said all the same. But she sees the truth, because as much as Nancy puts up that mask and builds up her barriers—everything is made to be broken, including the walls between them, and Robin sees through the cracks, stares into Nancy’s eyes and knows she’s lying—knows there’s something deeper, sees the truth, sees “I need help too, but I don’t know how to ask for it” and so she provides it. And it hurts, but hey, the pain means she’s alive, right?

Also obligatory reference to the Movies one shot and Robin being a sucker for cheesy movie romances—she can’t help thinking this feels like a movie.

Then we return to the chorus, but there’s a note of hope to it, because she’s beginning to learn that Nancy is keeping things hidden too. They’re breaking each other down to build each other back up, learning each other’s darkest secrets in the middle of the night, holding each other through the nightmares and their darkest moments. Robin feels it bubbling up in her, growing with the bassline, until it’s spilling from her lips, and then Nancy knows. Nancy knows her dirty little secret, and Robin has to hold her breath, watching, waiting, hoping, because god she just wants to be known—

And Nancy just offers her hand, a soft smile, and tells Robin that she knows her. Nancy knows the messy, rambling mess that is Robin. She knows the intelligent mind, the heart of gold, the way she’s willing to give every bit of herself for the people she loves—and that matters more than anything so small minded as to think Robin is dirty for loving in a different way. And it’d be hypocritical wouldn’t it? And oh, Nancy’s eyes are wide and watering, impossibly deep—Robin swears she sees right to Nancy’s bared soul, sees the mirror—Nancy wants to be known too—and Robin realizes, oh

She isn’t alone. This whole time, she’s been known, because Nancy has felt the same way, this whole time.

[telamons]

does anyone has any book recs with one of the mc having the same personality as astarion??? (preferably fantasy)

[noonegetsleftbehind]

"I don't want to wait, I want you to fuck me right now."

Spicy Dialog - Still Accepting

No matter how much they fooled themselves into thinking they had even an ounce of ability to stay away from each other at work, they kept winding back up in the same situation. Chris couldn't deny that he felt more strongly for her than he had... Well, than he had for most anyone in his life. Still, both of them seemed to fight against the obvious, wanting to remain discreet. Coming forward with their relationship would mean admitting it and leaving themselves vulnerable to hurt.

So, instead of admitting things, here they were in his office again. Chris had suggested maybe they should wait until later and could meet at his home, but the instant those words come out of her mouth, brown eyes go wide and his brain practically short circuits. He quickly shoves what little is on his desk out of the way, kissing her with an obedient nod while he lifts her by the hips and lays her across his desk.

"Okay. I can do that." His hands run up her thighs before they find her skirt. He pulls that down and comes back for her panties, noting she had worked herself out of her top and bra. He observes her a moment, yanking his own shirt off before looking back down at her, feeling himself throbbing at the sight of her. It almost physically pains him and the way his heart skips a few beats and his stomach flip flops should be a sign to him that he'd fallen in love, but the thought is pushed away for the task at hand. "Christ you are so beautiful."

He lets one hand roam eagerly up her body, fingers warm and calloused against her soft bare flesh, before cupping at her breast. His thumb swirls around her nipple, watching it harden to his touch, as his fingers squeeze. His other hand has started working him out of his own pants and boxers before pushing her legs to spread her apart. His gaze flicks down, absolutely unable to resist dropping to his knees and burying his face in her pussy. His tongue, eager to taste her, flicks and dances against her clit before lapping down inside of her. He moans, eyes glancing up at her from between her legs.

Chris doesn't stay long before he sucks on her clit and kisses it, pulling himself back up to stand. Grabbing her by the hips, he positions himself before burying himself completely inside of her, gazing down at her. Even like this, on his desk with the taste of her on his tongue, he knew. He was never going to be able to resist Leonie and he didn't want to, either. "Ah.. You might have been right. Tonight might have been too long to wait."

[strawberrystainedd]

there are no words in the english language that can describe my love for iris…. it’s like how do you create a song that universally wrecks and means so much to literally everybody who has ever heard it. and still actually be good

[just-1other-nerd]

Personally I think "Iris" is the Merthur song don't ask me why if you've seen the finale you know why

[championsofthegate]

✧ / for Gale?

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).