#circumstances be damned.

[extreme-neutral]

Got re-poked by @ianthedebonair, a good use for a wip draft, so thank you!

Unusual Muse Associations

Cyrus Becker - Nox - Fallen Hero

Seasoning: salt

Weather: foggy

Colors: shades of teal

Sky: before a summer storm - overcast with darkest clouds moving fast with harsh winds

Magical Power: talking with animals

Plant: echeveria (also tempted to say sunflower)

Weapon: poisoned throwing blade

Subject: Computer science, Engineering

Social Media: Live journal (cause it dead)

Makeup Products: I still can't come up with a single association

Candy: yes. Sugar cock. Shut up, I mean like this one

Fear: betrayed trust

Ice cube shape: Mini dicks. Yes, really. 'Cause penis funny. A glass full of tiny penises is hilarious.

Method of Long Distance Travel: train. May be a pickup truck.

Art Style: romanticism

Mythological Creature: Uoroboros

Piece of stationary: unsafe scissors

Three Emojis: 🐕🥲😑

Celestial Body: a comet

[altho-arto]

ADVISORS! plural !! Oooh Kabru is definitely staying in the kingdom with the toudens and marcille im 99.9999% sure of it now that chapter 97 is out

I want a hundred chapters of the post-canon silly Kabru&Marcille sitcom "we are trying to rule this kingdom but SOMEONE is not helping" Kingdom shenanigans 💚 (the someone is usually Laios. the older races' diplomats and ex-shadow governors are not helping tho)

(ID in alt text)

[beskarfrog]

but that's fine, i'd still do it all over again if you asked me to

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 71: shy

[peach-coke]

➤ House of the Dragon || 2.03 - The Burning Mill June 30, 2024

[goatwithaplan]

[feroluce]

Belobog was my fave main quest but a lot of it is so. Contradictory. It's like they had multiple groups doing different shit and none of them checked in with each other for consistency. And you see this so much in Gepard's profile.

So in the main quest, they made him unfailingly, unquestionably loyal to Cocolia. Gepard's character arc is him learning to question authority etc etc. And this isn't even a bad thing; that's a story worth telling! It makes good conflict between him and Serval! And I love that we got Gepard as a boss battle and I get to see him all the time in SU!

But then you look at his character stories and it's like. The complete opposite.

According to his profile, Gepard has already HAD this awakening, long before the Astral Express, and he'd already decided Cocolia sucks. Even outside of his stories, there's a pretty damning readable between him and Pela.

He even disobeyed direct orders right in front of her- he has been disobeying orders for a while now!

So I've decided I'm marrying the two different sides of this into a 1.5k fic-ish thingy, because I think there's some fun potential there with Gepard not trusting Cocolia, but still having to pretend to be a good obedient little soldier.

Anyway. I love to think of it as like. Gepard knows Cocolia has sunk into her apathy. He can see it in her eyes every time he looks at her. She doesn't care. Not about him, not about Pela, not about all his soldiers on the frontlines giving their lives to protect the citizens. And that's... It makes him bristle a bit, but ok. Gepard can deal with this. Even if Cocolia no longer cares, as long as she does her job then it's fine. Having compassion behind an action doesn't matter as much as the action itself. If Cocolia's heart is no longer swayed, then he'll just have to care twice as hard to pick up the slack. He considers it part of his duty as a captain of the guard anyway. It's fine. Gepard can deal with it.

And then, Cocolia starts coming down to the restricted zone. Issuing direct orders.

And Gepard realizes he is in way over his head.

Because Cocolia orders him to stay back and issue commands from the ramparts, away from all his comrades, away from where he can protect them.

Gepard had thought nothing could be as bad as watching a fellow guard die right next to him. But the first time he watches someone struck by a killing blow, so far away, it hurts. Every defensive scar across his arms itches, his fingers curl in want of a weapon, the cold cannot numb his hands enough as they desperately ache for his shield. It hurts.

Gepard tries to find any reason to stay. Because surely... He knows Cocolia has lost her love for her people, but surely... She wouldn't...

One day, Cocolia orders for their gunners to advance 20 yards. There are no survivors. She almost looks like she smiles.

Gepard doesn't sleep that night.

Pela brings him the report at the end of the first month; and then the month after that, and the month after that. A significant uptick in losses, and all of it started on that first day Cocolia started overriding his authority and issuing her own orders. The ends of Gepard's pens have all been nearly chewed off. Pela outright calls Cocolia an idiot, and Gepard corrects her. Cocolia isn't an idiot. Gepard had known her through Serval, knew her through all her college years and then some, and he knows how intelligent she is. It's not that she's stupid, and it's not that she's inexperienced, it's nothing of the sort.

Cocolia knows exactly what she's doing.

She must, there's no way she could make such a horrible mess of things so badly by accident. And Pela, quick as a whip, sharp as a tack, always too smart for her own good, catches onto the meaning behind Gepard's correction without any further prompting. The tent goes deathly quiet, nothing but the wind howling outside.

"...She's trying to kill us," Pela whispers, her voice swiftly suffocated by the silence.

Gepard swallows. He can't bring himself to correct her this time. There is nothing he could say that he would actually mean.

His gaze drops, back down to his desk and the reports on it. The names aren't listed, just the numbers, but Gepard knows them, knew them, and there must be something wrong, something he's missing, because why, why would she-? What could this possibly accomplish-?

“Gepard! Focus!” Something snaps right under his nose, and Gepard startles, eyes instantly honing in on Pela's irritated face as she leans over his desk. She holds his gaze for a moment before she huffs and begins to pace, wedges a knuckle between her teeth and bites like Gepard hasn't seen her do since cadet school.

Pela angrily strides from one end of his tent to the other, words hissed between her grit teeth. “What are we going to do?” In the dim lighting, Gepard can just barely see the damp spot of blood weeping under her gloves. “We need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“Wh- Yes, a plan! Unless you want more people to die!” Pela rounds on him then, all the wrath of a blizzard, winds roaring and snow sharp enough to cut.

“We don't even know-”

“What does it matter?! She killed-!!” Pela cuts off with a garbled noise when Gepard leaps up from his desk, hastily shoves his hand over her mouth. The prosthetic, not the flesh one, because he knows better than to assume Pela won't seize the opportunity to leave teeth marks in his skin.

“You're right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry; you're right. But you need to keep quiet.” Pela quirks an eyebrow at him and Gepard can read the question in her face. “Because we both saw what she did to Serval,” he hisses.

It's amazing the snow plains haven't thawed out yet, the amount of heat Pela can put behind a glare. The mere mention of Serval, and the smoking ruins Cocolia had made of her life and career, have her bristling up like a riled cat. The sudden hot breath she takes fans fog across his metal skin, and Gepard wisely keeps it in place until Pela finally sighs and reaches up, taps her fingertips against the back of his hand.

The second she's free, Pela bats him away and then her knuckle is right back between her teeth again, Gepard leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed to watch her resume her pacing. “If we spread the word, she'll have us discharged and make sure we can't even touch the frontlines,” Pela's voice seethes like an open sore. Gepard nods but keeps his silence. He knows better than to get in her way.

“And if you and I are both out of the picture, Belobog is fucked.” A little harsher than how he would have put it, but there's no denying that they're both important to the city's survival. Pela has the restricted zone running as efficiently as ever, and Gepard had become the youngest captain on record for a reason. “We need to keep this tight under wraps, at least for now… It can't leak to anyone higher up the chain.” Another nod. “Serval might know other discontents…” Another n-

Gepard's head snaps up. “No.”

“No what?”

“No. We're not involving Serval in this.”

Somehow, even the same tone that leaves entire squadrons shaking in their boots has never worked on her. “You're not deciding that for her, Gepard.”

Pela hadn't seen the worst of it, though, back when his sister had just been banned from the Architects. Serval's pride hadn't allowed it. Pela wasn't the one to find her passed out bottle still in hand, hadn't been the one to wash the sick out of her hair or carry her to bed. 

Serval still has trouble thinking clearly when it comes to Cocolia, still can't quite bring herself to be objective. And Gepard maybe doesn't want her to be purely objective- but he would worry a lot less if she thought twice before she acted more often.

“At least let me be the one to bring it up to her.”

“Whatever, fine,” Pela gestures affirmatively at him as she paces past, and Gepard sighs. Good, at least that's one thing he can help.

From there, it's a lot of hemming and hawing and frustration. Cocolia has them under her boot, and Gepard and Pela both know it. Even with the way she's been cracking down on freedoms lately, Cocolia is still, overall, liked by the people. It's unlikely anyone would believe them. They don't even have solid proof, because most people don't know Cocolia as well as they do and won't see the clues in the same light. 

The Fragmentum has been ramping up in recent years, too. Everyone is struggling just to survive as is, they can't afford a fight on two fronts. Gepard is a damn good captain, one of the best for that matter. But they're at a massive disadvantage, his experience is narrowed to fighting a defensive battle against monsters, that's all he's ever done. That's all anyone there has ever done. He has no way of finding first-hand knowledge for taking the offensive against a human opponent, and if he goes at this blind, there's no way he'll get everyone out unscathed. He's going to lose people. He's going to lose a lot of people.

He'd never thought before that Cocolia would have it in her to have someone killed. And with this new knowledge, he has no guarantee she won't go after Serval or Lynx if she decides to retaliate.

Gepard has to remind himself to breathe when he realizes this.

Pela writes down every name the two of them can come up with. Lists and lists of names and groups and anyone they can think of who might be an ally in all of this. They memorize every bit of it, make their plans of who to talk to and when. Gepard watches the sparks reflect off Pela's glasses as they burn the evidence together.

Pela finally leaves, far too late to make it home, but says she wants to stay in the restricted zone anyway to investigate. Gepard watches her make her way in the direction of Dunn's tent, watches her back until she's out of his sight and squashes down the urge to follow and keep an eye on her. His tent feels empty.

In the morning, Gepard is up before the wake up bells. He drags himself out of bed, leads his soldiers through their morning training. The same people gravitate to each other everyday. Friend groups and training partners. There's an ongoing rivalry between a few squadrons that everyone bets on. Some of them have lockets around their necks, keepsakes, mementos. Some of them wear wedding rings.

Gepard is suddenly, painfully aware of something acidic clawing at the inside of his throat, of a heavy weight low in his chest that blooms, takes up room until it threatens to spread his ribs. His mouth tastes of bile and blood.

He rearranges the schedules. Puts himself down for every open patrol into the Fragmentum, makes sure he'll be on the frontlines every single time Cocolia visits.

He only hopes that it's enough.

[dilfhos]

#!WHO; SUKUNA. GOJO. TOJI.

#!CC; fem!reader, spitting, dubcon? (you struggle to swallow it. girl same.) degradation

+this is so lazy but i needed to just write something new. now i can get back to the canva assignment thats been staring at me for like 2 hrs. edit l8er

for someone who recoils at the sight of puckering lips and the white, slimy substance that follows, you sure like it an awful lot when fingers are digging into cheeks and the disgusting sentence is uttered;

“open your mouth.”

Sukuna only rolls his tongue out, letting the spit gather on it’s surface like a dog as he drools into your mouth. his lips are upcurved, a wicked grin on his face as he watches your tongue twitch when it falls. the demon’s spit mixes with your own and your tongue pulsates as you struggle to swallow. you shudder but your cunt tightens wonderfully around his fat cock like a vice. His hand comes down to tap against your clit, before rubbing circles, his pace brutal.

“what a disgusting little whore I have, hm?”

as Gojo’s thrusting into you with finesse, his dazzling features are your sole focus if not the girth stretching your greedy pussy. his thumb flicks against your sensitive clit, hip bones snapping against your ass as you’re fisting his sheets. his eyes then shimmers with something devious. eyes flickering down at his lips, you watch as he opens his mouth, a small gather of foamy wetness at the tip.

“Ah?” you obliged instinctively, compelled by his coo and precise stroke and whimpering as he gripped your chin gently. the sound of his ptoo hits your ears the same as his taste spreads on your tongue. you moan, gazing deeply into his eyes before he’s kissing you, strokes deepening with a a groan.

“…”

Toji doesn’t ask. he just kisses you, his grip firm, not tight, on your jaw. your eyes are shut and he thinks it’s precious until he’s thrusting saliva in your mouth, his tongue lashing against yours as it mixes. his grip tightens when your eyes snap open, brows furrowing in small panic as you instinctively tense. but when you’re suddenly moaning and practically sucking his digits into your sopping cunt like that, it makes him wanna do it again. toji’s thick fingers keep a steady pace thrusting into your drooling hole but he’s added his thumb to your sensitive clit, a lazy but necessary attempt at making you melt in his lap. when he pulls away, he licks the drool on his lips as your twitch in his grasp.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty, all messy-like,”

dilfos. do not reupload or plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[legacyofthedamneddsaf]

Legacy, you say you're immortal, but what if you just burned? Like if I were to pour 8 gallons of gasoline on you and a big circle around you, making sure you'd struggle to leave, and then set you aflame with a flamethrower? Would that end your reign? Dont read into it, I love the legacy route. (Bold faced fucking lie) (Dave my baby has been hurt and I feel raging hate)

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

I don't know if this still happens cause I'm not too involved with the Fuuta side of the community, but when I was first getting into Milgram I remember being somewhat annoyed at how much I saw Fuuta's murder being watered down to just "Haha twitter user was twittering". And I still feel that way, not because I think Fuuta should be specially punished for his murder, but because in a series full of murders that anyone could commit when placed into their shoes, Fuuta is the character that I think exemplifies the fact that any of these prisoners could be you if you were placed into different circumstances.

[deepfriedtrout]

verneider hades and persephone au, okay? okay.

[earlgodwin]

"There are moments where [Juan] manipulates other people in a similar the way they’ve been manipulating him. The scene between Jeremy and myself with the dagger is a last ditch frantic attempt at trying to win [Rodrigo] over." Do you think Juan was genuine in the knife scene? Do you think he would have killed himself? "Yeah I think so. He always does what is true inside him...It wasn’t simply about the eventual confrontation, but all about the richness of this twisted family make-up."

[itsclydebitches]

Ted: You know, I had a whole glass of tea the other night

Trent: :D :D :D

Ted: Yup. Horrible stuff! Don't think the psychedelics helped

Trent: !!! D:

Ted: Nah don't worry, batch was a bust

Trent: ???

Ted: Besides, it's the BBQ sauce you've got to watch out for

Trent: ?????????

[nyarumitsu]

when youre in a doomed family competition and the fey clan shows up

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

the way people on this site and tiktok and just the internet in general will tear genuinely well meaning advice to fucking shreds for having the audacity not to fit their specific circumstances is genuinely so fucking disheartening. someone can say they like to read a little bit to unwind after a hard day and it's helpful to get a tiny little reprieve from work stress before sleeping and some bitter asshole will say some shit like "ummmmm well i have ABSOLUTELY NO ENERGY to do ANYTHING BUT GO RIGHT TO SLEEP AFTER WORK so its really bold of YOU to assume people can do th-" okay well what do you want them to do about that