#a borderline goddess

[strawberryoverlord]

Okay after playing both Alan Wakes and CONTROL I have something to say and it's not a gripe

Jesse is OP as fuck

[starbbypluto]

[theboarsbride]

*taps mic*

'shape of water au' featuring bear wife and sir john

*runs away*

[wizard-finix]

deep diving into the star wars wiki for research to flesh out the boys' stories has taught me one thing and that is that star wars lore is absolutely fucking bonkers

[freyjahcandice]

Relocating never looked so good

[quietwingsinthesky]

If I don’t describe Amara every paragraph as hungry or starving or like a predator about to devour her prey or like she can never be satisfied no matter how much she gets, then I am doing my job wrong

[duckapus]

Mario: So, now that we're all caught up on what the bad guys are doing, does anyone have ideas for how to stop them?

Forum: YOU'VE BEEN TO LUKE'S HOUSE!?

Mario: Yes we've established that, now-

Forum: LUKE'S HOUSE I-FUCKING-R-L!?

[dulcewrites]

I’m not strong enough to read something by you based on the last five years, that musical absolutely kills me every time I listen to it. To imagine Cass and aemond 💔💔💔

It’s so sad. And fuck Jamie fr. I really hate when people are like ‘but Cathy was jealous of his success’ as if that compares to Jamie cheating on her then leaving her. Ok anyway here are some songs from the show that are Cass and Aemond coded to me. Also yes… i prefer the movie soundtrack to the stage play version but both slay

This song is so them. Cass can see the red flags, she feels something is off… but it’s Aemond. I actually like the idea of this being while she’s pregnant with Daella. The sort of flow of marriage is gone, Cassandra is scared to what is to come. But man she loves that man

I don’t know what industry yet but I like the idea of Aemond being a creative. A writer, a poet, a composer, a painter idk. Maybe them meeting after he has been essentially given an ultimatum by his father: get serious or no more money (honestly Alicent probably wouldn’t let that happen but the threat is enough to anger Aemond)

Now I’m torn between what Cass does in this universe. I do sort of like the idea of taking from the djats au and making her a fashion designer that never got to reach her potential while married. She’s more than likely a stay at home pre divorce. Two creative sounds fun to me. They bond over that

:((((( im just gonna present the song

Gaslighting masterclass. I can imagine this in their universe. Aemond almost admonished Cass for not being the same woman despite her molding herself was for HIS benefit. He was fine with that for some time but now that it affects his bottomline he doesn’t like that. This is def post alaric, Cass more than likely has postpartum, Aemond is at the height of whatever job he has. And yeah she does resent his success 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Ok so Cass and Aemond def meet in college or when they in college. This is the first time she’s away from her parents, and like yeah she loves them. But the life they live seems like her worst nightmare. Her mom would never paint it that way but Cass imagines the things given up for their relationship… and then BOOM she gets mom’d.

“Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate.”

But she thinks she can do so much better… and during this time Aemond is better 🥲. And the end ‘we can do better than that’ :(((

One person is at the end of the relationship, the other person is the beginning (or in this case thinks there is more to do). They are just so disconnected, Cassandra finally feels like she has the courage to leave.

I sort of already have the scene where she tells him she wants a divorce (ok so like they go this fancy event or dinner thing, daella is at a friends out and alaric is with grandmother or aunt or uncle. They come back home.. have sex which is not a great decision on Cass’ part. She eventually tells him…. Chaos ensues :/)

[thebleedingeffect]

You see the issue with having several different interests is that I want to stuff them into some kinda uncomprehensible crossover that will serve to only make me happy. Now, how do I make totk and an assassin's creed crossover a thing

[colourofthekites]

I can already tell that when I get to her, Malenia is going to be my Blackflame Friede

[siriusromero-creativity]

Happy Pride Month Everyone

[allixirr]

BRO sometimes i get sucked into the very obvious fanservice scenes and i fall for it hook line and sinker like??? oh a poor little guy with a sad back story and a pretty face with questionable morality??? suddenly i am an unhinged straight girl

[chickenskeleton]

Sometimes God is in the sky, visible to me and my sister

Sometimes God is in the eyes of that twink at the airport

Sometimes God is in the nachos that I used to be afraid to consume, let alone make for myself

Sometimes God is in finding sand dollars with my best friend twice in a row

God is infinite and spiraling

Sometimes god is in my abusive ex boyfriend

Sometimes god is in the doctors that held me down while invading and violating my body

Sometimes god is in boys that kill frogs and toss around the bodies

Sometimes god is in my fathers jazz vinyl

God is infinite and spiraling

[xd-chs]

Let your

mind

wonder

🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

All those who wonder, are not lost .

[losersiren]

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭

"𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒽, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.” CW: Fem reader (she/her), possessiveness, suggestive Note: This is my first time writing something like this and posting it...go easy on me o(>< )o

The chandlers decorated the ceiling above the spacious ballroom, giving a gentle glow to the people filling said ballroom. The social season has just started to blossom, giving men and women room to court each other if one is blessed with the opportunity for such an experience. Catching the eye of a reliable suitor is quite troublesome– most of the men here do not fit any of your requirements, and if they did, they would suddenly be caught in a scandal of sorts, causing them to be an outcast. Not a good look on you or your family name.

You idly toy with the fan in your hand, your gaze sweeping over the sea of faces in the room. The task at hand feels insurmountable, and finding a suitable suitor in this town is daunting. Perhaps, you muse, debuting late was a misstep, a decision that now seems to mock you. You could always become a spinster…and ruin your reputation and lineage because you choose such an idiotic choice… regrettably it may be the easier option. 

“Pray tell why you’re glued to this corner as if you’re some wallflower,” A witty baritone voice whispers in your ear, the hairs of your neck standing upright while a cold shiver runs down your spine.

The sense of familiarity washes over you, and the resentment still lingers from years ago makes its way forward. The Earl’s son, your childhood close friend, who left you without a word after he said he’d be there for you.

What a bastard

“Have you ever heard of personal space? Or have you forgotten the amount of lectures your mother ingrained into your head on etiquette when you were just a brat?” You bite back with venom coating every word you spit out. You place your fan on your left ear.

”Ah, I see.” He steps back and gives you space. “You’ve become cold-hearted towards me since my departure overseas. I was only gone for a mere moment.” He switches his position from behind you to in front of you. He takes up your whole vision, his maturity, more evident now since the last time you saw him as a juvenile boy. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Yet he still has his teasing nature; no boarding school or amount of lectures can take that away from him. He bows a little lower than he should, his right hand to the opposite shoulder and his left arm behind his back. He looks up at you with those oh-so-regretful grey eyes. “I wholeheartedly apologize for departing overseas in such an impulsive matter without even notifying you in any way. I should’ve sent you letters and a hoard of messenger doves to accompany you”. “But I did not, and for that, my Lady, I've made a significant sin in your eyes– I do not deserve your forgiveness, but oh, if you could grant me such a pleasure.”

His voice is as quiet and soft as a starving mouse stealing food from a kitchen, careful for only your ears to pick up his pleas for forgiveness. Just as though you were a goddess punishing him, which he should be reprimanded tenfold in his eyes, who was he to abandon you without a trace? Though the situation before was entirely out of his hands, he didn’t want to go to that goddamned private school that was away from you; he fought tooth and nail not to go. Every house servant had to push and hold him down because he kept fighting; even his family members were victims of his wrath. His father, The Earl, still has fading scars from that night years ago.

He should’ve fought harder for you.

People around you start noticing; who wouldn’t? One of the most prestigious Earls of this country’s only son is bowing dishonourably low, borderline grovelling like a peasant caught stealing a measly loaf of bread. You feel eyes turning onto you, women whispering between their fans to one another, wondering in what predicament the next-in-line Earl would be for him to be embarrassingly bowing to a one-of-a-mill daughter of a viscount—a rank lower than him and a woman at that; your fan placement is not making it look better. Immediately change the position of your fan from your left ear to twirling it in your left hand, hoping he understands the situation he has put not only him but you in.

 He only smiles in return. “Stand straight; You look like a fool.” You hiss, “Do I have your forgiveness, Darling?” a scoff escapes your mouth. “That is either here or there! Be proper. Others are watching.” That doesnt deter him, nor does he care about them. “So my apology wasn't sufficient? Since you are thinking about everyone else but me.” More eyes make their way onto the pair of you, and whispers grow with the exchange of gossip. “You’re acting like a child-” He cuts you off. “Shall I go on my knees for you? I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but preferably, I would love to be in a more…secluded environment.” A smirk graces his lips at the thought. “Or shall I kiss your feet-” 

“You are a soon-to-be- Earl! Has that school taught you nothing? God, you’ve become more insufferable, I swear.” Your face feels warmer now, and embarrassment takes over you from his childish yet sincere teasing.

The young lord’s eyes fixated on you, on your lips, how your dress accentuates your already perfect self, your hands, oh, how he wishes to feel them against his. The years it's been since he saw you, he could listen to you scold him for hours on end; it doesn’t matter what you are saying. Just hearing your voice is enough. God knows it's been too long since he’s been deprived of you. He thanks his past self for sabotaging whatever male decided to even think of courting you. Though he was far away, his social standing never changed.

The lord decided by the second month he was away from you to pay his old servants to send him as much information as possible on the vermins that would try to nestle their way into your life. He would…No, he has ruined anyone who wanted to get in between you two. And he’ll keep it that way. You’ve stolen his heart since meeting him as a lad.

“So you wish for me to kneel? As you wish.” He starts to kneel; gasps can be heard. But you stop him, holding his shoulders upright; his eyes widen as you touch him.

You’re so close

“I forgive you…I forgive you…”

“I forgive you, Ambrose…”

Oh…

His name on your tongue….

His mind blanks. Has he gone to heaven? Oh, you sweet angel, you have him wrapped around your finger. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

His smile is blinding as he stands and looks down at you.

“Then now that's settled…May I have the honour of a dance with yours truly?”

.." Or shall I beg more?"

End Notes: Fun fact (not really): I based most of this post on The Regency era, and that includes fan language! That is why I described the readers' actions with it. Placing the fan on your left ear means "I wish to get rid of you." Twirling the fan with your left hand means "We are watched." Thought that would be something fun to add (^.^)

[character-babblings]

Luke Castellan who had two modes when it come to sex. absolutely love making that involves making you being worshipped like a fellow goddess (haha)

or mean man whose made you pass out during sex a handful of times with reasons ranging from overstimulation to tiredness.

when it comes to making love he's such a sweet heart. he'll stay between your legs for the first hour and that's a minimum. and the thing is he is so into eating out your pussy that on occasion, it gets him off. and his hands ROAM but ever so gently.

at least one hand holds one of yours at all times during sex.

"gods you're so fucking gorgeous baby. i'm a mess for you. feel how hard you make me...i need your pussy please babe."

"you taste like honey sweet girl. is this all mine? is this all for me? i can't really hear you, can you look at me when im eating your pussy? there you go sweet girl." while slipping fingers into your dripping pussy.

he loves long and deep strokes when he makes love. he can't think of anything better.

except he can, and it's when he's absolutely wrecking your pussy as your eyes borderline go black before they roll into the back of your head. he's almost feral.

mean luke taming your bratty ass when you don't get your way. this can be a quiet but painful smack on your ass if you're alone. or it could be a subtle movement like gently tugging your hair. a hushed whisper to behave or you're gonna have to be taken care of.

and he does. sometimes in the middle of the woods. sometimes on the bank of the water. it really just depends on what he's feeling. because you can lie to yourself and pretend like you have any say in the matter. (you do, just pretending you don't. it's fun that way)

all niceties go out the fucking window. face fucking you hardcore, occasionally pulling you off to spit in your mouth or land a small smack across your face before pulling you back onto him.

if you've really pissed him off, he'll find somewhere to sit, sprawl out like a king, and make you do every crumb of the work.

"yeah you've got about ten minutes of my attention before i fucking destroy you. i would make it count. although i can see your pussy drool from here, so maybe you'll get lucky"

pushes your head constantly during rough sex. or grabs your face roughly. calling you every name in the book from slut to being a cockdrunk bimbo.

"look at you, drool coming out of your fucking mouth like some kind of cockdrunk slut." before licking up the drool off your chin. "such a fucking whore for me huh. what's that, orgasm number 3? i hope you don't think im letting up anytime soon, you stupid whore. spread your legs."