#come togheter

[caballero-de-libra]

"Todos tenemos grietas y lágrimas y vidrios rotos dentro de nuestras almas. Algunos tienen más que otros. No queremos buscar a alguien que no tenga ninguno, pero queremos encontrar al que pueda decir "mírame, mira esto". Deseamos encontrar al que vea cada trozo de vidrio roto y que ponga esos pedazos en las palmas de nuestras manos y diga "por favor guárdalos". Y también deseamos ser ese tipo de persona. Así es como debe ser. ”

― C. JoyBell C.

[Arte: "Come Together" por Miles Johnston]

[aksbe]

The sending your kid to a catholic boarding school cuz shes gay resulting into her becoming a kickass nun and falling in love with a woman that has an "angels" halo inside and saving the world togheter, has to be the biggest fuck you to her parents tbh.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

ehegehe hiii lark hi it is your favorute time THATS RIGHT eepypostinf timeeeeeee

i donthave blorbo ghoughts tonight sadly ny brain is EMPTY but i awnna say i amrealky happy we r mutuals u aer very cool abd funny and your art n blorbos make ne so happy ok thar is all goodbyeeee

<3

hiii!! ajdhdjjd this is so sweet what?? Shaking you by the shoulders/pos i‘m happy we’re mutuals yayaya!! Your blorbos have sat in my mind and are slowly becoming part of the woodwork/pos!! Hope you have a very good eep! :]

[iris-nonsense]

What a cool panel!

[piiinkfreak]

Does a ship ever fill you with so much rage you write a whole essay on why they should NOT be together?

[0mega-x]

(I know it’s from a few days ago but) wrt your post about the btt/bft: the group originally spawned out of the war of the Austrian succession and collectively ganging up to kick Austria’s ass, and I’d like to think that even though they fought against each other repeatedly later on, all three had great chemistry not as nations but as people :) I do think nations have some free will outside the whims of their government/populace, so even if they’re supposed to hate each other at certain points, I think they don’t hold it against each other too bad. There were definitely points in history where the vitriol between their people was so strong that it bled into them as personifications, but modern day, they’ve been able to put that aside because their people get along, their governments get along, and they can reminisce in on the good old days when they were kicking ass together :)

I agree that they can have free will outside of the governments' or the people's opinion about each other. But (and again, sorry Spain, I know less about you) I still can quite shake the feeling that there would at least still be some awkwardness between Prussia and France. As someone who had to write a 6 hours long history essay talking in parts about German unification and its antagonism with France from the French Revolution to WWI, I just can't think of Prussia and France as being close friends today because the consequences the Franco-Prussian war had on the next wars... notably WWI, which was one of the causes for... well, WWII :( There's a chance they could get along. After all, as seen in canon, they aren't the one in control of their country politics. So there could totally be no hate or dislike towards the two (applies to Spain as well). But with the Napoleonic wars, the Franco-Prussian war and the World Wars, it would have taken a strong formed bond during the Austrian War of Succession for them not to be at the very least awkward with each other in present day. (I mean, if you didn't cause the war, but it was made in your name, there'd still be awkwardness...right?).

In the end, it's all up to fandom interpretation, and you are free to see them as close friends. To be honest, the fandom does sell them well as friend that, if my history side of me didn't manifest every time, I would be very into it.

I do like the idea of them ganging up on Austria, though. That'd be fun to watch.

[mothpile]

Guys This Game Is Good Actually Holy Shit

[trashbinbackyard]

2 - The high priestess

Her knees began to hurt, sitting on the stone floor of the temple. It was dark, the sun had gone out hours ago, yet she could hear the hustle and bustle of the street outside. It was a night of celebration, the anniversary of the coup some twenty years ago, a celebration of returning to normalcy after a tumultuous time in the city’s history.

There was song and dance, the grand bazaar would remain open for the entire night. The docks and river would be filled with little ships, forming a floating market.

She had been sitting here for hours, deep in thought. Trying to make sense of the dreams she’s had recently, a double headed snake. It  slithered beneath her feet, and she didn’t know what to make of it. Snakes meant a lot of things, time, death, healing, deceit. And the branching of its heads… could mean a decision, inner turmoil, double nature, paths ahead. There were too many possibilities for this sign for her to be able to determine what it means.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the incense and smoke filling the chapel of Istus. Smoke surrounded her, smoke surrounded the city. It hid all the other scents of the room, obscuring her vision ever so slightly. The incense was laced with poppy oil, it made her head dizzy, but not unable to think. When she had become a priestess she was told it would open her mind to signs better.

In front of her, a set of divination stones. Five jewels made smooth with the water of the ocean, with celestial runes corvette into them. She picked each of them up slowly while uttering the prayer to Istus under her breath.

As she leaned forwards, the weight of her veil adorned with metal ringlets shifted enough to make a silent jingle in the ever so silent room. Now holding all the jewels, she stroked one of them with the pad of her thumb, paying close attention to how it felt, how the other jewels shifted

She held up all five jewels to the statue of Istus. The goddess’ noble features stared onward, encased in marble. Light from the outside hit the crown of her head and gold embedded in her shined through even in the dark. The light scattered to the nearby pillar and formed a thin multicolored line.

Istus was listening, she knew it. She would need to ask the right question, to see the right answer. She needed rest  from the mind consuming thoughts of the snake. Who is it? What do they want?

She lowered her hand and brought them to her face. She closed her eyes and exhaled on the stones and dropped onto the floor right in front of her. 

Stone against stone, the jewels clattered around, taking their time to settle. She kept her eyes shut until she didn’t hear anything anymore. The noises of the world outside faded out and she was truly in her inner sanctum.

Slowly she opened her eyes. In an inky darkness, a single candle shines a light. A new smell fills the air, not the earthy scent of the temple, but something warm and sweet, a hint floral, mixed with the fresh breeze and saltiness of the sea.

She looks at the floor, a crack in the stone. Wide enough to put her hand in. She goes to reach for the crack when a sound of a hiss reaches her ears. And out of the crack emerges a snake with two heads.

And just as it’s whole length of the body is out, from the nothingness that surrounds her, a sword drops onto the snake, pinning it’s tail to the floor.

She flinches at the sudden sight and is bolted out of her trance. She is back at the temple of Istus, the smell of cedar and poppies fill her nostrils once more, and she can hear the people outside the temple carry on their party.

[sug-kuk]

Jumping spider inspired gal!

 A little low poly project i finally got time to finish today :]

[mossmx]

i got my hands on stupid mags from my granma but in the February number there's NO PICS OF FIORE???? damn it!!!!

I wanted to make fiore collages ;____; silly grandma why you buy the useless ones??? I have *so many* royal shit on these fish wrappers!!! I only got a teeeny tiny Ama and no Fiore >3< I AM POUTING!!

[istherewifiinhell]

EHEHEHEHE. clapping. giggling.

[plaguethewaters]

pro tip: when you flirt with someone, do it in the fucking dms

[cameronspecial]

Idk if It’s ok was thinking about inocent reader being Topper’s younger sister and being in a secret relationship with Rafe and Topper finding out about The relationship when he Finds them making out (maybe more if You’re comfortable with that) at a party or at midsumers and after The Shock and denial when he’s finally ok with them being togheter Rafe saying something kind of inapropriate forgeting that The reader is Top’s sister and Topper being Kinda grossed out.

Dude, That's My Sister

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thornton!Reader

Warnings: Smut at the beginning and Mentions of Sex at the End.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have been having sex without the door locked. But both Y/N and Rafe were somewhat turned on by the possibility of getting caught. They really shouldn’t be surprised by what happens next. Y/N bounces on Rafe’s cock with her head thrown back in pleasure. Every time he stretches her out, she is brought closer to the edge. Rafe’s hips start to meet her in the middle and just when she is about to come, her bedroom door swings open. “Y/N/N are you coming do-. What the fuck!” Topper yells at the sight of his sister with his best friend. Rafe falls back on the bed so he can get the sheets to cover both of them. “Hey, Top. Long time no see,” Rafe tries to play off. Y/N is too embarrassed to say anything and digs her head into his neck. Topper’s face contorts in disgust, “Can we not do this while your dick is still inside of my little sister? Both of you get dressed and meet me in my room.” Topper closes the door with his exit and the couple gets their clothes back on. 

They enter Topper’s room with their hands together to find him mumbling to himself. “I can’t believe they are dating. My best friend and my younger sister. This is so weird. He could legally become my brother. I don’t like this one bit.” Topper’s eyes dart up to see their arrival and motion them into the room. Rafe closes the door, wrapping his other arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. “How long has this been going on?” Topper question. Y/N takes a second to calculate the answer, “About six months.” “How have I not noticed?” he chuckles to himself before turning to Rafe. “Do you love her? Will you take care of her?” Rafe’s lips press against her temple, “I love her more than you could ever understand and I would lay my life down to keep her safe.” This causes warmth to bloom across her cheeks. Topper nods, “Okay, I guess I can get behind you guys dating. Just don’t put me in the middle of your fights and if you hurt her, I will kill you.” 

———

The gang took the Druthers out for a day on the water. The boozed-filled day is filled with laughter and drunken games. Around five, the girls break apart from the boys to gossip and for much-needed time alone. Y/N giggles at something Veronica says and gets up from her lounger. She gets to the back of the boat, stretching her arms upward before jumping into the water. Her stretch gave her boyfriend the perfect view of her body in the bikini. “God, I love her body. I can’t wait to fuck her when we get back home,” Rafe mindlessly says out loud. The other boys nod in agreement at the statement, but Topper’s face scrunches, “Dude, that’s my sister!” Topper really wishes he didn’t give them his blessing or that he could get a lobotomy. 

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @victory-in-the-llama

[nyx-is-missing]

Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

.

.

.

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

[koreanthrillerenjoyer]

yesterday i was in the netherlands and i saw a queer couple, one of them looked exactly like aziraphale when it comes to clothes colors and hair color and the other looked exactly like crowley when it comes to style colors and hair color and get this the crowley lookin one was wearing a good omens tote bag. God i loved seeing that. If u both find this i hope u get to be happy togheter for a long time, yall are super cute.

[thewulf]

Echoes of the Past || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Sooo, i have such a 😩😩 Hotch x reader idea. What if they have been to school togheter (you can decide whatever age and school they were in) and they were madly in love with each other perhaps they were even dating!!... Read Rest Here

A/N: Okay, wrote this one a lil different. Let me know if you guys like it or not. Trying to mature/up my writing style! And thank you for the request!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

He was your first and truest love. It was the way his smile lit up the classroom of your first law school class at George Washington University that made you do a double take. The first words he mumbled to you all those years ago are etched into your memory. His eyes held yours for every single second of that very first conversation, making you realize that he was a very special person.

On your very first date with Aaron, you knew you would love him for a very, very long time. When he took your face in his hands and peppered kisses all over your blushing cheeks, it dawned on you that you did indeed love him. You fell for him hard and fast. He was the first man who made you realize that another human could possibly feel the same way you did about him. He was a marvel. An enigma. Aaron Hotchner stole your heart and never gave it back.

With him, it was the first time you could truly let your guard down. You could just be yourself unashamedly. He was the first man who truly saw you in your rawest form. It was the first time you felt loved. So loved, without a second trace of doubt. He loved you, and you loved him for four beautiful years.

But as they say, all beautiful things must come to an end, for isn’t that what makes them truly beautiful? Your last kiss with him was the first time you kissed someone while crying harder than you ever could have imagined. It was the first time you realized the tears would never cease to fall.

It was the first time that you understood that the man who made you the happiest in this world was also the man who brought you the most anguish.

He was your first love. The first time you held the metaphorical bow and let him pull back the arrow aimed square at your chest. Your first love was trusting him not to let go, trusting him to protect your heart.

Your first love was never thinking, nor expecting, him to let it go. But he did.

The loss of your first love was like watching the sunrise fade into the twilight, a gradual dimming of the light that once illuminated your world. It starts with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, a gnawing ache that refuses to be ignored.

At first, it was a distant whisper, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at the impending storm. You felt it in the way his laughter no longer reached your ears with the same warmth, in the way his touch left a hollow echo in your soul.

As the days passed, the void he left behind grew larger, swallowing you whole in its depths. It was a constant battle between holding on and letting go, between clinging to the memories like a lifeline and accepting the harsh reality of their absence.

Everywhere you turned, reminders of him lurked in the shadows, haunting your every thought and action. The places you once frequented together became battlegrounds of nostalgia, each familiar sight a painful reminder of what once was.

And then came the moment of reckoning, the realization that he was truly gone, never to return. It hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you gasping for breath. The tears came freely then, a torrential downpour that washed away the remnants of your shattered heart.

In the aftermath of first love's loss, there was a profound sense of emptiness that permeated every corner of your being. It was as if a part of you had been ripped away, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to heal.

But amidst the pain and sorrow, there was also a glimmer of hope, a faint whisper of resilience that echoed in the depths of your soul. For in the darkness of loss, there lay the opportunity for growth, for transformation, for the rebirth of a heart that had been broken but not defeated.

And so, you picked up the pieces of your shattered dreams, one by one, and slowly but surely, you began to rebuild. For though first love may be lost, its memory lingered like a bittersweet melody, a testament to the beauty and the pain of loving with all your heart.

The bustling streets of Washington D.C. hummed with the energy of a city in perpetual motion, a constant ebb and flow of life. Amidst the throngs of pedestrians, Aaron Hotchner navigated his way through the crowd, his mind heavy with the weight of his profession. As a seasoned agent with the BAU, his days were filled with the relentless pursuit of justice, often leading him far from the familiar streets of D.C.

It was amidst one such case, miles away from home, that the memories of you began to surface. You had been college sweethearts, your love a beacon of light in a world tinged with uncertainty. But as your careers diverged, your relationship faltered under the strain of distance and time.

The decision to part ways had been a painful one, a choice dictated by circumstance rather than desire. Aaron's commitment to his work with the BAU demanded his presence elsewhere, while you were on the brink of embarking on your career as a lawyer. It was a choice neither of you wanted to make, but one that fate had thrust upon you nonetheless.

And so, you said your goodbyes, your hearts heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfinished dreams. It was a wound that had never truly healed, a scar that lingered as a constant reminder of what could have been.

As Aaron returned to D.C., the memories of your shared past haunted him like ghosts from another lifetime. And then, amidst the chaos of a particularly grueling case, fate intervened, bringing him face to face with you once more.

You stand before him, a vision of grace and beauty amidst the chaos of your surroundings. Your eyes meet on the busy streets of D.C., and for a fleeting moment, time seems to stand still as you take in each other's presence.

"Y/N," Aaron breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, a bittersweet curve of your lips that speaks volumes of the years you have spent apart. "Aaron," you say softly, your voice laced with a mixture of emotions.

The air crackles with tension as you exchange hesitant glances, the weight of your shared history hanging heavy in the air.

"It's been too long," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aaron nods, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to find the right words to say. "I never stopped thinking about you," he confesses, his voice raw with emotion.

And just like that, the floodgates open, words tumbling out in a rush of pent-up emotions and buried truths. You speak of the whispers of your long lost love, of the secrets that tore the two of you apart, of the regrets that haunted your dreams.

Over coffee, you expose your much more complex souls to each other, laying bare the scars of your past in hopes of finding solace in each other's arms once more. You reminisce about your college days, the late-night study sessions and impromptu road trips that had defined your relationship.

But amidst the laughter and shared memories, there is a lingering sadness, a sense of loss that hangs heavy in the air. For you both know that the reunion is bittersweet, a reminder of the years you have spent apart, the moments you can never reclaim. As the conversation progresses, you both find yourselves drawn deeper into the past, unraveling the tangled threads of your shared history.

"I still remember the first time we met," you say, your voice soft with nostalgia. "You walked into that classroom, and I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Aaron's gaze softens, memories flickering behind his eyes. "I was so nervous," he admits with a chuckle. "But the moment I saw you, everything just...clicked."

You share a smile, the weight of years melting away in the warmth of your reminiscence. It's as though time has folded in on itself, bringing you back to that moment when the world was full of endless possibilities.

"Do you ever wonder what might have been?" you ask, the question hanging between you like a fragile thread.

Aaron's expression grows somber, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Every day," he confesses, his voice barely a whisper. "I never stopped thinking about you, wondering if I made the right choice."

You reach across the table, your fingers brushing against his in a silent gesture of understanding. "We were young," you say softly. "We had our whole lives ahead of us, and we made the best choices we could at the time."

There's a heaviness in your words, a weight of regret and longing that threatens to pull you under. But beneath it all, there's also a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that refuses to be extinguished.

"We can't change the past," Aaron murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours. "But maybe...maybe we can learn from it."

The words hang in the air, pregnant with meaning. It's a fragile hope, born from the ashes of broken dreams and shattered promises. But it's also the only thing you have left to hold onto, the last vestige of a love that refuses to die.

And so, you lean into each other, seeking solace in the warmth of your shared embrace. In that moment, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city, you find a measure of peace, a fleeting glimpse of the happiness that once was and could be again.

The days that follow are a blur of stolen moments and whispered confessions. You walk hand in hand through the familiar streets of D.C., lost in your own little world of memories and dreams.

But among the joy of your reunion, there's also a sense of trepidation, a fear that history will repeat itself, tearing you apart once more. It's a shadow that lingers at the edge of your consciousness, a reminder of the fragility of your newfound happiness.

"I don't know if I can do this again, Aaron," you confess one evening, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

Aaron's gaze softens, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you close. "We'll take it one step at a time," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the ache in your heart. "Together."

And in that moment, as you stand together beneath the star-studded sky, you know that you are embarking on a journey far greater than anything you could have imagined. It's a journey filled with twists and turns, highs and lows, but above all, it's a journey you will navigate together, hand in hand, hearts entwined.

For who said first loves can't also turn out to be your forever love? You are determined to prove them wrong, to rewrite the story of your love in a way that defies all expectations. And together, hand in hand, hearts entwined, you know that anything is possible.

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