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okay rip my fucking heart out, I didn't need it anyway😭 wth Gracie😭😭

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙮
summary: please, i've been on my knees. change the prophecy. characters: mattheo riddle, reader warnings: none word count: 1.1k a/n- week three of festival of aus!!!
The silence in the bridal chamber was suffocating.
Thick velvet curtains blocked out the morning sun, drowning the room in muted blue light. An enchanted fire crackled in the hearth, more for appearance than warmth. You stood before the gilded mirror, motionless, watching the rise and fall of your chest as though your reflection belonged to someone else.
The gown was beautiful-ivory silk stitched with ancient runes, delicate lace climbing up your collarbones like frost. It fit like it had been made for you, because it had been. You were dressed like a queen, but you felt like a lamb draped in finery, led toward a fate carved out centuries before you were born.
The stylists had left hours ago, but their perfume still lingered in the air. Lilac, rosewater, smoke. You hated it. You hated the stillness, the silence, the spellwork sealed into every fold of fabric.
You hadn’t cried. Not yet.
Because crying would mean accepting it.
You heard the door open behind you-a soft creak, followed by the measured sound of his boots against the polished stone floor. You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. His presence filled the room like shadow curling at the edges of candlelight.
Mattheo.
He moved slowly, as if unsure of his place in this room, in this moment. In your life.
He didn’t speak right away. You could see him in the mirror’s reflection-dark hair tousled, black robes sharp against his pale skin. His tie hung untied around his neck like a noose that hadn’t been pulled tight yet.
“You look…” he began, his voice low, rough, and a little hoarse. “Like you’ve made peace with dying.”
You held his gaze in the mirror, face unreadable. “Funny,” you murmured. “I was going to say the same about you.”
His lips twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. He looked tired-too tired for someone about to be wed. His hands stayed in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, watching you like he was trying to figure out if this version of you was real, or just another illusion.
“They’re waiting,” he said after a long pause. “Best not to keep the gods bored.”
You turned away from the mirror, your fingers brushing the embroidery at your waist. Tiny runes hummed beneath your touch-protection, union, permanence.
No escape.
You walked past him without a word. The smell of clove smoke and something darker-ancient magic, maybe-clung to him like a second skin. You didn’t look back.
The ceremony was held at dusk, beneath the carved stone archways of the Riddle ancestral estate. The air tasted like old magic and colder promises.
They’d draped the space in deep greens and silvers, woven with floating candles that hovered like stars caught mid-fall. Guests watched with wide eyes and polite smiles, draped in their own silk chains of duty and legacy.
You stood across from Mattheo, your hand in his, your pulse thudding behind your ribs like a caged bird.
A priestess recited the binding spell in a language older than death. Your names echoed through the hall like thunder on glass. You repeated the vows like you’d practiced-each word a stitch in a seam you could no longer rip.
Mattheo said his lines without flinching, but there was a tightness in his jaw. His fingers were warm but unmoving in yours.
Then came the kiss.
Brief. Pressed lips, nothing more. No spark, no fire, no tenderness.
A formality.
They applauded. You smiled.
You drowned.
That night, the manor was too quiet. Too clean. You padded through its endless halls like a child in a stranger’s home, every candle flickering with spells you didn’t know.
You found him in the drawing room, sitting in the high-backed leather chair by the fire, a crystal tumbler of firewhisky in his hand. He didn’t look up when you entered, but he gestured silently to the bottle on the table.
You poured yourself a glass and sat across from him. The chair was too big, the fire too hot. The glass too full.
You stared into the flames for a while, the silence stretching between you like a spell with no end.
Then, barely above a whisper, the words escaped your lips like a prayer:
“Please. I’ve been on my knees. Change the prophecy.”
His head turned slightly. You felt his gaze even before you saw it.
“You think I wanted this?” he said, voice soft, but sharp enough to cut.
You didn’t look at him. “Does it matter?”
A long pause. Then he drained his glass and set it down with a gentle thud.
“No,” he said quietly. “I suppose it doesn’t.”
Sleep didn’t come easily after that.
You roamed the manor like a ghost in a cursed painting-bare feet against stone, fingers tracing the cracks in ancient wallpaper. You found the west wing at dawn, the ceiling a dome of enchanted glass showing the sky above, clouds drifting slow like forgotten dreams.
You tilted your face upward, eyes stinging.
“Just someone who wants my company,” you whispered to the stars. “Let it once be me.”
Days passed like pages being turned too quickly.
You and Mattheo shared meals in silence. Attended functions together. Stood close in public, careful to smile, to brush hands as though it meant something.
But at night, your hands remained still.
He was never cruel. Never touched you without consent. He didn’t mock, or threaten, or lash out. He simply existed near you-close, but impossibly distant. Like a moon circling a planet it could never touch.
You caught him once in the study, sitting by the window, a letter clutched in one hand. His other rested on the arm of the chair, fingers twitching like he’d been gripping a wand or a knife or maybe just an old memory.
He looked up when he noticed you.
For a moment, the mask slipped. You saw something raw flicker in his eyes-pain, maybe. Or guilt.
You said nothing.
You simply left.
You dreamed of him sometimes.
Not the man with the cold hands and sharp eyes, but someone softer. Someone who might have read poetry in secret, or loved the wind on his face, or kissed someone because he wanted to.
In those dreams, he reached for you.
And in the morning, your pillow was damp with tears you never let fall while awake.
They said soulmates were real.
But no one told you they could be arranged.
You laid awake that night beside him, both of you staring up at the canopy ceiling like it held the answers.
No words.
No touch.
No warmth.
Only silence, and the sound of fate laughing in the dark.
And as your eyes drifted closed, you realized the truth of it, carved into your ribcage like a spell you never asked for:
We were strangers in matching rings.
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half of my immediate reactions to my own thoughts abt stories i like are “i think the curtains are just blue this time” and then i immediately follow with “part of art is making the curtains your own”
#like art is soooooo interactive in this way there’s never truly one sole form of a piece of work and i find that#beautiful and devastating#your art will be misconstrued!! because being human means being misconstrued!!!!#but your art will also be understood!!!!! because to be human is to also be understood!!!!!!!#art talk tag#← WHAT WAS MY TAG AGAIN FUCK#art stuff tag
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the lines in Infinite Baths, "I have fought so long to be here, I am never going back" and "I'm finally here, and I'm not leaving this time", are so beautiful and hopeful.
and while I was reflecting on those I suddenly recalled this line from the Fall For Me video: "I want, to want, to live". and now I am crying.
#sleep token#even in arcadia#infinite baths#fall for me#the fall for me video keeps finding new ways to emotionally devastate me#but what a beautiful insight into someone's journey towards healing and peace#these things might not be related literally at all#but it's a nice reminder that no matter how bad things are you WILL come out the other side some day
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The Dungeon Meshi crew 'leap' into action!
#dungeon meshi#marcille donato#laios touden#senshi#chilchuk tims#Full confession time: I originally planned to post this last thursday so I could caption it “Hoppy Leap year everyone!”#But as I was sketching I realized that the tentacles and Tansu party stuff came first#So devastated to have the frog episode and leap year be a week off. Almost a beautiful coincidence.#I love how they play on Marcille's vanity to get her to wear the outfit AND repair the situation#It is true her ears make the suit look very cute.#And shout out to our girl for having her priorities straight (heh) and not wanting to rescue her crush in a frog skin suit.#Though we all know Falin would be so into the idea. The painful thing that dungeon meshi never lets us forget is her absence#Falin would love to dress as a frog...She is meant to be there so much that it is painful. Beautiful tragedy beautiful writing.#The red dragon arc starts next week and I'm clawing at the walls. To those who are anime only: Get ready.
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@racketghost did you manifest this beauty aaaa
It's perfectly simple.
Aim for my mouth,
but shoot past my ear.
#this concept has me in a chokehold#beautiful and devastating#go s2#gos2#good omens s2#good omens season 2#gos2 spoilers#gos2spoilers#go s2 spoilers#good omens s2 spoilers#good omens season 2 spoilers
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Stay hopeful, stay kind, dear Halsin.
#ozusart#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 halsin#baldurs gate 3#halsin#oak father preserve me#hes so beautiful im actually so devastated#look at hinm#i love him so much#hes so beautiful#hes so babygirl#i hope he knows in every save i will always choose him that sounds so cringe but i am doomed to have him as my special interest
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More DILF Shen Yuan because I woke up from that mood
Shen Yuan has an ex-wife with whom he gets along well, an older daughter who is already of legal age as geeky as he is, two younger thirteen years old twin sons, and his daughter under ten years old. He is closer to fifty than forty, and apparently a traditional life with a wife and children was what was necessary for him to accept how terribly homosexual he is.
But that's okay, he supposes. Accepting his sexuality, learning to communicate better... Necessary things. His ex-wife is now his friend, his children are well raised with lots of love and patience. Shen Yuan does not consider his divorce a failure, as his brothers accuse him, just another experience. He was not happy in his marriage. Why should he remain in a place where he was not happy?
Then one day, Luo Binghe knocks on his door.
Shen Yuan looks at the haughty man dressed in xianxia robes, a sword on his back, says "fuck not today" and closes the door in his face. Luo Binghe enters anyway. Look, Shen Yuan may enjoy the habit of reading and trashing web novels... That doesn't mean he accepts web novel protagonists ending up at his doorstep! Really!!
Luo Binghe looks shocked to see him, Shizun this, Shizun that. He looks at him as if Shen Yuan in his haughty fifties with gray hair and a tired face had two heads or four arms.
Well, it's Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan knows that he has no chance to fight him. It's not even opposed to the idea of fantasy - age drains one's imagination. If Luo Binghe is there, great, damn, he really is there.
Shen Yuan takes a deep breath, scolds him for breaking his door, tells him that he's really not in the mood for games or riddles. He has to finish correcting some important files which must be delivered no later than tonight. Luo Binghe is invited to stay as long as he keeps that sword away from his children. This week they will be with their mother, but not the following week, and that is his only condition. He's not going to let the kids near that sword.
... Luo Binghe surprisingly accepts it.
In reality, Shen Yuan is concentrating on his work so as not to think that there is a xianxia protagonist inspecting every aspect of his house. By the time he submits the corrections he owes, it's not even dusk yet and Luo Binghe is sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a historical drama that Shen Yuan sometimes watches with a look of surprise. Shen Yuan explains the plot to him a bit and when it seems that Luo Binghe is more lost than found, he actually asks him what he wants. How did he get there? Why to his house? What does he want?
Luo Binghe looks annoyed that he has to explain - as if Shen Yuan should know beforehand or just agree to Luo Binghe's demands without asking! He explains about opening portals with Xin Mo, a strange world where there was another him, a kind Shizun married to another Luo Binghe. Something about a soul exchange, tracing the soul back to... him. Luo Binghe wants that kind Shizun for himself. He wants what is rightfully his. Why would a Luo Binghe have someone like that in his life, and he wouldn't?
Shen Yuan tries to be open-minded enough. Well, it's not like there's any other explanation. Luo Binghe shows him his claws, his zuiyin, and it's clear that he really is who he says he is. Shen Yuan assumes that a version of him (different? Who came out of the closet before marrying a woman?) transmigrated and took his favorite character as a husband, even if it is from the skin of the scum villain. Well, congratulations to him. Shen Yuan wishes them all the best.
But now there is a very real, very demonic, very traumatized Luo Binghe in his living room, watching a transmigration drama, trying to understand everything. Shen Yuan feels sad for him. He definitely needs kindness, good treatment, better care. These are not things he gets in the harem! Always having to be the provider, the protector, the one who gives his all. Shen Yuan had always been annoyed by that part of the story.
Well, now he can change that, can't he?
He tells him that he is not willing to go with him. He has a very good job as an editor, his children have an arrangement to spend one week at his house and one week at their mother's house, he has a good relationship with his ex-wife. Going to another universe would complicate his life as long as he doesn't do it during his vacation season.
However, Luo Binghe is welcome to stay. Shen Yuan will be kind to him, but if Luo Binghe wants to, he must communicate about it. And he cannot talk about other worlds, demons, harem or emperors when his children are at home. Luo Binghe doesn't quite agree, but he agrees. Shen Yuan promises him that he will take a vacation and go to that world of his to meet him, but it won't be right away. Luo Binghe is a little appeased by that.
And so, a few days later, Shen Yuan picks up his children from his ex's house and tells them: "I've brought a friend to live with us for a while."
He explains to them that he comes from far away, that he doesn't know much about the city or technology, that he speaks strangely and that it can be overwhelming. But he is a good friend, he cooks exquisitely, and he will enjoy spending time with them.
(Luo Binghe would not agree to that last point.)
They are somewhat wary, a wariness that goes away when they enter a house that smells of delicious, unburned home-cooked food. After dinner, they are more willing to accept Luo Binghe into their home and their life. And Luo Binghe does his part well: he behaves pleasantly, speaks casually, does not terrify or intimidate the children, he is a functional adult... As soon as the kids go to their rooms he looks up at Shen Yuan with big puppy eyes waiting for pats on the head for being good.
Sweet Jesus. Shen Yuan is too out of the closet for this. How will he survive this Luo Binghe who just wants to be treated kindly without spoiling him and showering him with all the love he deserves?
#svsss#svsss au#svsss ideas#mxtx svsss#scum villain's self saving system#shen yuan#original luo binghe#luo bingge#bingyuan#binggeyuan#the dilf shen yuan#his kids are like: dad are you dating a 20-something?#his ex wife is a friendly npc#his oldest daughter is a geeky nightmare and i love her#luo binghe loves to be seen shopping with shen yuan#understand that there is some power in just choosing random things. then shen yuan takes out his card without asking and pays#and people look at luo binghe with some tacit understanding#luo binghe doesn't know what they understand#but he likes it#shen yuan is just waiting to finish editing the book he is working on so he can go on vacation to see PIDW monsters#he also accepts his huge attraction to luo binghe and is determined that if he makes the first move he will accept everything from him#unfortunately luo binghe is the one waiting for him to make the first move#because they are bingyuan and i can't let them communicate well all the time#how people see them: an expensively dressed silver fox dilf with a pretty twenty-something#how shen yuan sees them: a lazy old man and a demon emperor unable to be mistaken for human due to his devastating beauty#how luo binghe sees them: silvershizunsilvershizunsilvershizunsilv- oh and me
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send me back in time and i'll bring us back in line
#wof darkstalker#darkstalker#wof#wings of fire#art#music art#music#artists on tumblr#wof hybrid#wof nightwing#nightwing#wof icewing#icewing#deathconsciousness#have a nice life#starlingfawn's art#2025#holy fucking shit: 40.000#i should clarify that i am fully aware that canon-wise darkstalker's only icewing feature is his line of white scales.#so my design strays away from canon.. i imagine him to have a light purple-ish underbelly [that fades into black completely at some point]#and also some pointier horns. though his body shape still looks fully nightwing...#i really hope u don't mind my design though!!!#i just absolutely adore darkstalker designs with visible icewing traits even though they're not canon :3#ANYWAYS THROWS EVEN MORE WOF ART AT YOU!!!!!#thank you so much for the support on that moonwatcher artwork aghh!!!!!!!!! i don't draw wof too much so i'm very sorry#if you followed expecting this to be a wof art blog i just draw my furry ocs to music shit....#speaking of music.... i listened to deathconsciousness like 3 days or so ago and it is so good please go listen to it rn!!!!!#absolutely soulcrushing and beautiful album.... this song is devastating mannn. i also love bloodhail and the opener one about worms#i struggled so much w the pose and composition i went through like 10 different ones before settling on this..#i have been enjoying drawing everything including the sketch [except the bg] in one layer and treating it like a painting
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Change is a two-way street.
(Is my favoritism towards the Damsel obvious enough, or?)
note: TLQ [aka my sona Bloombird] is a butch sapphic and this is yuri
#slay the princess#stp fanart#stp narrator#stp protagonist#the long quiet#the damsel#stp princess#stp damsel#swearing tw#blood tw#tw sui attempt#ask to tag#I'm pretty sure it's canon that the Princess gets to outlive Birdman atleast for a short bit before the construct resets#and that oftentimes they BOTH have to die for it to reset. So.... I imagine pre-Damsel Princess was pretty devastated#I read a really beautiful comment on an stp soundtrack video about the parallel between Damsel and Witch/Thorn#and how Damsel so felt guilty she wanted to give up her entire personhood and desires just to make Birdman happy#so this is very much inspired by that
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The many mugs of Suzie Toot
#what are your favorites!#i started working on this gif set after episode 5 with every intention of posting when the season ended#and then i was so devastated by suzie's elimination i bailed for like a month#but im BACK BABY#anyway <3 i love you suzie i love your makeup i love your looks i love your beautiful mind#suzie toot#rpdredit#drag race#rpdr 17#rpdr s17#dragraceedit#my gifs
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— lucy dacus “hot and heavy”
Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
#when you go to the lucy dacus concert and start having phannie thoughts#but has anything ever been more dan#than these lines#and god what a beautiful sentiment#people who just have no idea how brilliantly they’re gonna shine#people who cannot contain all the things in them that are clawing their way to the surface every minute of their lives#when the radiance was always undeniable unquashable but it finally gets to take off#stepping into the light 🧡#dan and phil#dan howell#help does this look all fucked up on anything that isn’t the mobile app?#if so devastating oh well too late to change
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furudate watching that amazingly fun and gut wrenching match between italy and japan and then immediately dropping a new drawing to express just how fun volleyball can be?? furudate we don't deserve you 😭😭😭
#spoilers for the match sorry lol but japan lost after 5 sets and it was pretty devastating but love furudate SO MUCH for focusing on#the beauty of the game. so cool#hq!!#kuroo#furudate#official#x#olympics spoilers#???#do people filter that? no idea#i watched the match live at 4am my time btw#edge of my seat stressed out of my mind the whole 2hr40min#so sad i cant watch rjn play more volleyball for a while it was so fun
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Vogue teaser covers.
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igor's face while the person he is slowly falling for is showing affection to someone else quite literally over him... let's keel ourselves
#the way anigor is unrequited love for a good portion of the film... oh#he is always there in the corner... waiting for her... allowing her to make her own choices rather than trying to save her#and in the end she does choose him#having a crush is so devastating but so beautiful you guys#anora#anora movie#anora 2024#anora edit#anora mikheeva#igor#anora x igor#anigor#mikey madison#yura borisov#sean baker#awards season#film edit#movie edit#my edit
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lets walk in town with mama
lets meet animals with mama
lets build house with mama
lets walk towards the shadow in the dark with mama
#shadow in the dark/ep.43 is one of my favorite episodes in the whole series#it's such a beautiful “it takes a village” episode#and it's really special to see aphmau spending time with levin like this#she spends so much time away from him in the series#but this episode really shows how much she loves him. when she's rebuilding the old lord's home and talking about how#she wants to give it to levin someday as a birthday present? devastating#there's something very poignant to me about levin sitting there and watching his mama literally build what she hopes is his future#anyway#minecraft diaries#with mama#<- the order of those is intentional lets minecraft diaries with mama#aphblr#laurance zvahl#mcd levin#aphmau#zvahlne yaps#don't queue dare run to where i can't post you
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These three always look like they’re in the same font family just different font styles
Also i fear i may have a type 🫣
#DO YOU SEE THE VISION??#so basically men who have killer puppy dog eyes and look hauntingly beautiful when devastated#three of the four horsemen of my hyperfixations#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#cl16#lestappen#hugh dancy#will graham#hannibal#adam towers#orlando bloom#will turner#potc#pirates of the caribbean
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