#dispair sets in

[glumbat]

Friend: “So what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Me *without thinking*: “Hopefully I get to see some dentist introduced violence”

Him:

Me:

Him:

Me: “It’s a wrestling thing.”

Him: “I figured but thanks for clarifying.”

[erismourn]

god i am fully losing it this morning

[captainjamster]

Everything fucking sucks.

It just does. You're tired of it; tired of it sucking, tired of waiting for it to get better, tired of being tired.

Today has pushed you over the edge. Everything has been too much - there's no room to shove it aside and compartmentalize it anymore. A lingering defeat festers between your ribs, crowing pleasedly at each obstacle in your day and feasting on the dispair that grows with each set-back.

The weight that's been dragging down at your shoulders almost pulls you to the ground as you finally step through the doorway, letting your things drop to the floor.

John's head pops up from the couch at the sound, bleary eyed and clearing his throat as he finds its source. He sits up as his eyes land on you, shuffling your feet over to him, and it takes one look at your expression for him to hold his arms wide open.

You accept the gesture wordlessly, slotting yourself against him as his arms secure you to his chest.

"My sweet thing," his voice rumbles, deep with the remnants of rest, through his chest. "My poor little darlin."

You inhale against the crook of his neck, trying to find some centre in the musk of his sweat, sleep and laundry detergent. There's the sound of his heart, strong and steady; the cologne you got for him last anniversary, lingering against the brush of his beard; the warmth of his arms, muscles tense as he squeezes you just a bit closer than usual; and the misery pulling at your heart that just doesn't care.

The tightness that's been threatening to choke you all day finally takes hold, turning your attempt at steady breathing into a ragged gasp, and you can't hold back the tears bubbling at your waterline anymore.

Thick, heavy droplets catch on the dense brush of hair, seeping into the collar of his shirt.

"I know lamb, I got you," he murmurs, low and sweet against the shell of your ear. Stocky fingers find your scalp, parting trails through your hair as he strokes your head gently.

John doesn't push for answers or reasons. He anchors you, a constant in the waves of anger and sadness, humming softly between hushed reassurances. Any apologies are batted away with little noises of disapproval, kissing the crown of your head between promises of love and patience.

You stay there, floating between consciousness as sleep tugs at you in gentle waves. Everything might still suck, sure, and John can't magically make it all go away. But right now, it's easier to decide that maybe you can keep going for a bit longer, if it'll always be just the two of you.

[sexlapis]

What if y/n and toji got into an argument and like the fans can tell and then they make up 🤭

awwww yesss :(((

making up

actor!toji x actor/actress!reader

parasocial relationships, making up, petnames (‘kid’)

actor!toji masterlist

*

fans don’t know what happened, but you and toji seem to be so…distant all of a sudden.

one day there were clips of the two of you on set, being all touchy and giggly and happy but then the next…you two hardly touched each other, we’re clearly avoiding one another and barely a glance was spared between either of you.

you and toji’s fanbase had no idea what happened and, being the people in a parasocial relationship with two actors that they were, they descended into panic and chaos.

rumours started flying around the internet, claiming that you and toji have broken up, that the “tojiyn ship has sunk” and “rip tojiyn”. accounts dedicated to you and toji as a couple were in tatters and dispair, threatening to close their whole accounts if this rumour was confirmed. many of your own fans were upset, but others were hoping for this rumour to be true, as they didn’t even think toji deserved you anyway and they had no shame in letting that be known. this could also be said for toji’s fans - they were happy to see you gone so that they could be delusional and hope to have a chance with the toji fushiguro. hell, even some body language interpreters jumped in to analyse the clips of you and toji. it was crazy to say the least.

your mangers had to call you both out on it and they told you both to suck it up and stop making things difficult for yourselves.

the reason for the argument?

it was a silly thing really.

you were just tired and stressed out from work. you didn’t mean to shout and snap at toji even though he was being kind to you. but you did. you’re sure he didn’t mean to shout back at you either. but he did. you didn’t really want to storm out of his house and back to your apartment. but you did.

and you both have barely spoken since.

tears well up in your eyes as you sit on the ledge of a sidewalk outside the building you’re filming in, cars blurring past you, fluorescent lights streamlining across your vision while you hold your head in your hands.

i guess i’ll be working overtime tonight.

the sky is dark and the streetlights suddenly come to life, casting a golden glow around you.

you sigh, resting your head on your knees, mind still stuck on toji.

“hey.”

a yelp leaves your mouth. you turn your head and- speak of the devil, there stands toji with his hands in his pockets, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

“toji! you hiss. “you scared me!” you look away and back at the busy street.

“right- sorry ‘bout that,” toji seems flustered when he huffs out his words, scratching the back of his head and puffing out his cheeks before strolling and plopping down right next to you, “‘think it’s time we talked, kid.”

guilt stirs up in your chest and you pick at your nails, “m’yeah. maybe…”

toji sighs and scoots closer to you, placing his hand over your fidgety ones. he smooths his thumb over your knuckles.

“look, m’sorry, alright?” toji utters softly, his eyes tender as he looks into yours. “‘shouldn’t ‘a shouted at you. i was a fucking dick.”

you bark out a slightly tearful laugh and blink out the glossiness in your eyes. “yeah, no, it was my fault too. i was an asshole. you were being wayy too nice.”

you look at him and he’s smiling, a dimple appearing on his left cheek.

toji looked so sweet, in his cosy, black winter coat and beanie.

humming, you slide a little closer to him, holding your hands out, “forgive me?”

toji scoffs and basically lurches forward, tugging you onto his lap in your arms as he litters your face with kisses, making you cackle and flush.

“yeah, kid, i forgive ya.” toji speaks and places one final kiss on your forehead.

*

the next day, photos of you and toji sitting on a sidewalk and cuddling flood the timelines of your fans, who (mostly) rejoice in the clear reconciliation of whatever unknown incident took place.

a/n: yeah actor toji is so back woohoo

[mikobeautifulheart]

What would megumi do when he finds you crying over him❤

Uh YES.

you know what? I think ily. And its unedited sorry!

Crying over Megumi

TW: none.

"Has anyone seen y/n?" Megumi asked glancing up from his phone.

The sister school event ended and you were urgently called onto a mission.

You were supposed to be back from your mission 30 minutes ago.

"No...what's the time now, she can't be to far away." Nobora said swinging in her chair.

"She's late." He mumbled

"It happens" Yuji said sensing Megumis unease.

"Wait here for her, I'm going searching." Megumis said shoving his phone in his pocket and walking out the door before anyone responded.

Megumi started to worry, you weren't weak, sure you were sweet. And kind. And innocent. And perfect. And everything he was looking for... But if anything you were fully capable of taking care of yourself.

It's just before you left that day, you seemed off.

There was something about the missing smile on your face that put Megumi off.

"Y/n? Are you in there?" He knocks on every door for every room in the school but you weren't there.

Where could you be?

He thought back on the day, nothing weird. Except...

You were talking to the Kyoto Jujutsu students when he could see your eyes twitch. Really he brushed it off thinking it was nothing.

But you didn't go on your mission alone, they called in one of the female students from Kyoto to back you up. As you said your goodbyes he watched as your hands balled into fists and you left.

That was strange, it wasn't easy to make you mad, even Sukuna couldn't make you as angery as you were then.

He walked over to the dormitory and knocked on your door.

"Y/n, are you in there?"

He heard shuffles but no response.

"Y/n I know your in there."

"Go...away" you said.

"I'm coming in" he said pushing the door open.

He poked his head through first to see you sitting on the floor, holding a pillow to your face.

"I said leave me alone" you mumbled behind the pillow.

"No, you said go away." He said now standing in your dorm, shutting the door behind him.

You were a mess, in the nicest way possible.

You were clearly done for the day sitting on the floor with an over sized shirt on, ends of your hair still sightly dripping some water from your shower.

"...are you okay?" He asked standing frozen.

Megumi didn't plan for this, all he really thought was finding you and going to a nearby vending machine, you ramble on about your mission and he just admires your lips.

"y...yeah, I'm just tiered." You said still refusing to look at him.

His heart is thumping out of his chest right now. Usually this would be great but he could clearly tell that something was off.

"Move the pillow." he said

"no."

"Y/n"

"No"

He reached forward and grabbed a side of the pillow pulling it out of your arms, leaving you defenceless.

"are you-crying?"

Your red cheeks were exposed and your moist eye lids were glimmering. Noticing that your sheild was missing, you pull your shirt over your head.

Megumi sifts down Infront of you now filled with concern. "What happened y/n? Did somebody hurt you? Tell me who and ill go set the record straight. What did they do?" The concern turned into anger, who upset such a perfect person? They were in for it now.

"Its okay Megumi, don't worry about it." You said

"I'm happy for you..."

"What? y/n I need to know what's going on, just tell me please, ill do whatever you want, if you want me to beat them I will, if you want me to leave them alone...ill try but I need to know what's going on."

Your head slowly comes out the top of your shirt again, now looking at him in the eyes.

"Megumi *sniff* do you have a girl friend?" You said. Your eyes were gilmering in hope and dispair. Megumi's on the other hand were...confused

"Huh?" He blinked

"So she was right! How could I have been so stupid!" You said hitting your head with your fist.

"wa-wai-wait what? No Y/n, I don't have a girlfriend." He sighed.

"REALLY! ?" You said in shock and excitement.

"I swear if Nobora told you i-"

"No, it was the girl from Kyoto" You sighed in relief.

"The girl from the Kyoto school? That was here today?"

"Yeah, she told me that I should stay to close to you because you already had a girlfriend. Like I get the message but she was being such a butch about it-"

"But you cried, why?"

You looked to your side as your face turned red. Little did you notice Megumi's ears were turning red to.

"Because I like you. But not as a friend? I like like you...alot." You said slowly turning to face him to see his reaction.

His face was turned to.

"Uh."

"but I totally get if you don't feel the same way, I just, I had to tell you." You said looking down wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

"No, I like you to. Probably more then I should but I do." Megumi said. As the atmosphere warmed up he couldn't help but let is eyes wander. That shirt was just hanging so loosely.

"really?" You said awkwardly, before you even looked up properly you felt him lean in and something take your breath away.

A confession and now straight into a kiss? God he was getting bold, Megumi thought.

You melted right into it to.

"If that doesn't answer the question, I have 10 other ways that can give you a pretty straight answer." He said pulling back sightly before capturing your lips again.

THANKS FOR READINGGG ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: Teheheeh oh you anons, making me feel like I'm the singles person on the planet, you sillys.

ANYWAYS Guys I'm running low on requests. I've nearly finished all my drafts (which I'll publish this week). HELP ME PLEASE AUGH. Have a good whatever time and reblogs r OK.

[nocturn-warrior]

Fall onto him like a pillow

Alucard x reader

Summary: Alucard feels sad and you decide to chill him up

Rating: fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: oral (male receiving), mentions of traumas, feeding (in a non kinky way), body worship (male receiving), kinda sub Alucard, reader's gender is not specified but i wrote this thinking about a female

This fic was inspired by @kundool 's adorable fanart

sorry if it has a bad writting, i literally lost all my progress because tumblr didn't save it and posted the incomplete fanfic.

It was a normal fall grey sort of day. You and Alucard had bought some groceries at the village. Even though the villagers insisted in giving their products freely to you two after all you and your friends have done for them, Alucard felt it was not fair to simply accept the groceries they put they worked so hard during the year. So Alucard and you would always bring them old itens that were only accumulating mold and memories.

All was well, so far. He greeted the old ladies, played with the orphans who became your children at heart and happilly chose the groceries in the wooden boxes.

But comming back home as you were sniffling a wild rose you have picked from a bush and rambling about funny events and gossips the old ladies have told you during your brief statement, you noticed Alucard stood stoic and silent, just answering your words with quick chuckles, not continuing the conversation and keeping his head bowed down

Usually he would connect your thoughts with his, adding something quirky or an accid comment about the situation, but not today.

"Adrian? Is everything alright?"

You ask, slowing your pace and making him look at you. He takes some seconds to answer a languid "yes, i am just mentally tired". He wasn't alright, you knew. You don't insist, though. Just follow your way towards the castle, trying to pull a true smile from his face but the results are the same.

The wide doors of the castle open as you two approach and close once you are inside. Alucard's behavior is more of the same; he helps you to place the groceries at the kitchen, but remains silent. A deep breath leaves his mouth before he turns towards the door.

"I am going to read a bit, my dear."

Although you wanted to comfort him, respecting Alucard's alone moments was something you tried your best to do. He isn't a child, after all. But you can't resist to the urge of comforting your lover.

"Adrian, here..."

You say, placing the wild rose you've collected behind his ear. You caress his chin:

"If you need me, i am here, alright?"

He smiles understandably before desappearing in the dark hallways of your home way to your chambers.

The hours pass by. You distract yourself sewing some torn spots in your clothes you don't even notice sun is starting to set. You must have dozed off.

Immediatly, your mind goes to Alucard. You fear his isolation was a form of asking for your comfort amd you just left him alone with his thoughts.

Quickly climbing up the almost infinite stairs, you reach your bedroom and before you could even thump your finger onto the door, you hear that unmistakable sniffling you've heard so many times before.

He hated when you saw him like that, no matter if you have already done it one million times. But you had to comfort him.

The dhampir who was knealing down in front of the bed, face buried in the plush cushion, has a little jumpscare when you sudden open the door and quickly wipes away the tears with the loose silk of his shirt. As if a simple motion could hide he was crying for hours.

"Aw, Adrian my love..."

You rush to him, knealing down by his side and placing caressing his back softly as he tries to put himself together. Adrian didn't know why exactly he was crying so no words could possibly leave his throat. It was only a deep, rooted feeling of dispair and grief.

All he did was turn to you, swallowing his tears before they could drown him. In moments like these, all he craved was your touch. You open your arms to him and Adrian quickly attaches himself onto your body, head resting against your chest as he sniffles looking at an empty spot of the room.

While caressing his back in soothing motions like a mother calming down a sobbing baby, you have an idea of how you could calm him down: cooking his favorite treat; strawberry muffins filled with jam, and a nice cup of chamomille tea.

You wait until he has completly calmed down so you could pull off from the hug and prepare the little surprise for your lover.

"You wet all my shirt with your tears, my love. Do you have a water dam behind those pretty eyes of yours?"

You joke to make sure he is completly fine and you can feel the vibrations of his chuckling as he is still with his head against your bosom. Slowly you pull off and tilt up his chin:

"Take some bath, my love. Dress a comfortable nightgown, get cozy in bed and wait for me. I will prepare something that will chill you up"

Curiously, Alucard nods his head, looking at you with those dewy amber eyes which long lashes are glued due to the tears. He already imagines what you are going to do and he would love to help you with the baking, but you insist for him to rest.

You want to spoil him that night in every way possible.

Alucard takes some minutes to put himself together looking at a spot in the room and envying it's emptiness. He wishes he could rest his mind just for a second, forget all of those thoughts that crushed him. But following your sweet order, the dhampir heads to the bathing room. He fills up the tub with huge buckets and relaxes in it.

All the while you are preparing the dough of the muffins, looking in an old book of recipes that belonged to Lisa. Your lover and you always look for an advice in this tome, cooking together is one of your favorite activities.

Fourty minutes later, Alucard is already settled nicely on bed. His hair is wet and loose, he wears his usual white nightgown and hugs your pillow, sniffling it to pretend this is your body. That way, tears wouldn't come back.

Checking out the muffins, you smile widely seeing they are already baked, and with a cooking glove, you pick up the sweet treats. The scent was so good Alucard could feel it from your room.

You place the small cakes in a plate. Four of them: two for you, two for Alucard. And while you wait for them to cool up a bit, you prepare the chamomille tea.

The door delicatedly opens and Alucard's eyes light up seeing you enter holding the plate. If he was crying you couldn't tell, but some little sniffles leave his nose before he sits up properly.

In the moment he smoothly moves, you can see your lover is not wearing underwears, which causes tingles in your groin, but you try to focus on pampering him with you cooking.

"Here"

You sit by his side, brushing his hair behind his ear and placing the plate on top of a pillow. Slowly, you cut a piece of the muffin, the hot strawberry jam drips from it, and takes a forkful towards Alucard's mouth.

The man softly hums, his eyes squinting together adorably as he appreciates the bite. You clean the jam from the corner of his lips and lick it from your finger.

"Do you like it?"

Alucard nods, his expression is no longer miserable as the one he had hours before, though his face is still puffy from crying.

"Thank you for doing these things to me even when i don't deserve"

He says with a sad smile. You hate to see Adrian put himself down like this. It took you so much time to make him forgive himself and perceive his own qualities that every breakdown felt like it all was starting again. Once he swallowed the bite, you gently shove another forkful into his mouth.

“You deserve this and so much more.”

You smile, seeing his cute surprised expression. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you watch Alucard grab the book he was reading before you arrived and the two of you share the muffins while reading out loud, switching the narrator from page to page.

Alucard gives the delicious muffin a last bite and finishes drinking the chamomile tea. Leaving a pleased relaxed sigh, he leaves the empty cup and the book over the nightstand. Your heart instantly flutters, seeing how your love appreciated your little spoiling.

Through the thin silk of his nightshirt, you could see the pink tone of his cock. You itched to, instead of attaching your lips onto the strawberry treat, suck on his shaft until his so much sweeter seed spilled into your mouth. You wanted to drive him mad with pleasure.

“How do you feel now?”

You ask, finishing your tea. He was visibly feeling better now, though his face was still puffy from the previous crying and his eyes were still red. The dhampir chuckles, softly patting his toned abdomen:

“Full.”

“Show me, then.”

You grin and Adrian knows exactly your game, but he plays is obliviously, slowly rising up the nightshirt and showing his almost imperceptibly distended torso along with that pretty thin waist of his and of course, his pink flushed cock which head rested on the plush bed.

God, you wanted to worship every inch of his body: from his collar, his chest, to his godly abs. how could a being be so magnificently, ethereally beautiful? Alucard looked like the incarnation of Apollo and you wanted to praise that body of his so hard, you couldn’t contain your arousal now.

Your fingers traced around his nipples, travelling down to his stomach. Alucard's heartbeat increased as you felt onto him like a pillow, pinned him down on the bed and started kissing from his neck to down his bellybutton, touching and praising every inch of his skin.

Stopping in there, you looked down at his blushy face, eyes begging for you to slid lower and lower. But you wanted to hear the words coming from his sweet lips:

"Love, please"

He whimpers and you smirk, scooting down until you are knealing but your higher body is over his groin, his cock juts on your chest, hard and urging to be sucked.

When he felt the heat of your mouth meeting his cock, Adrian gripped onto the she sheets. His golden hair was spread on the bed like sunlight in a lake. You begin slowly, twirling your tongue around the pink head as your hand caressed his balls.

Then, with half of the length into your mouth, you sucked it vigorously, making beautiful moans come from Alucard's throat. He is seeing heaven and squirms to the sight of it.

You hold his hips on the bed as he squirms in pleasure and feels the dash of seed climbing up his urethra, the movements you make are sensual but passionated, and all the while you look into his eyes.

His warm sperm fills up your taste buds as Alucard leaves one last but sluttiest moan. You release his cock with an audible popping sound, sitting up on bed and peering down at him with a smirk.

Just seeing your beloved in a trance of pleasure makes you wet. He is receiving the treatment he deserves. A tear of pleasure slids down his cheek as his chest rises and falls.

Putting himself together, Alucard sits up in a swift, smooth motion. He smiles gidly at you, dressing his nightwear again.

You reach out to cup his heated cheeks, they were no longer red because of crying, but because of love. You place a wet kiss on his skin, his long eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

Adrian then snuggles onto your bosom as your back rests on the soft pillows against the bedframe. Your hand sinks under his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, delicated movements as he relaxes to your touch, blushing at your praises.

That way, you two fall asleep for that night. And when sadness knocks on his door, you are willing to pamper him again, no matter in what way it is.

[mommypieck]

My feed is incomplete without u ✨️💕

If u don't mind can I request an Armin x Eren x fem!virgin!reader threesome in the bathroom at a party where the reader is super shy so the boys are gentle at first but they both rlly want her bad so they snap at some point and get a lil rough hehe

And maybe a smidge of jealous boyfight like they get competitive about who can fuck better 🤭

"are you sure you want to do this?" armin asks, stroking your cheek as eren nips at your skin. your head feels heavy because of the loud music but you are sure. you nod, making armin smirk. every single of your friends have already lost their virginity but you still haven't found the one. but after setting an eye for armin you were sure that you want him to be your first. but after arriving to the party, eren caught you into his trap first.

"she's so cute, isn't she?" eren pulls away from your neck to look at your face. he knows that you like armin but he also likes you. and he knows that armin is going to be jealous but ke needs to teach him for to fight for something.

"let's go upstairs." armin says, taking your hand and leaving you upstairs. eren follows you much to armin's dispair. armin leads you into an empty bathroom, locking the door. he doesn't waste any time kissing you, shoving eren away. eren doesn't let himself be omitted as he takes a place behind you to suck on your neck. his hard on digs into your skirt, making you wet all over. armin travels his hand down to your blouse, carefully popping button after button. he throws it on the floor, leaving you only in a lace bra. he looks at you with adoration, kissing you deeply. eren responds by grabbing a handful of your boobs, squeezing them much to armin's dislike. armin squeezes your hips, rubbing them to show you how much he loves you. his eyebrows furrow when eren smacks your ass.

armin teases you over your underwear, tasting the waters.

"can i?" he asks for permission and you nod. he peels your underwear off of your legs, looking at your gorgeous pussy.

thr tips of his fingers rub gently on your clit, making you feel pleasure you never felt before. you yelp as eren's fingers slide between your legs from behind. eren finds you hole quickly, inserting one of his fingers inside. you moan at the stretch, soon his one fingers turns to two. eren fucks you with his fingers, exploding all of your weak spots. armin doesn't let himself be neglected as he shoves eren's fingers aside to position his cock into your opening. he lifts you up on the counter, rubbing his cock up and down your slit.

his cock finally entres you and he feels proud that he is your first. he smirks at eren, showing him that he's the one who should have you. eren just responds with a snort, fisting his cock while looking at you. armin thrusts inside slowly, moaning at the way your pussy is gripping him. he dreamt about this for so long and now he finally got what he wanted. he feels pride overtakes him as he realizes that he's the one who broke you off your innocence. his thrusts get faster as his ego rises. he's not trying to be gentle anymore, he just wants to see you fall apart on him cock.

" 'min, too fast." you moan, your hands flying to hold onto his forearms. he smile at you, kissing your nose.

"but i thought you would be able to take it." he says with fake sympathy, giving you a puppy eyes. he stretches your legs further, drilling into you even harder.

"i want this pussy too. come on, bro." eren interviens. you look between eren and armin, not knowing what's armin going to do. you would be lying if you said you don't want eren to fuck you too but you feel too dirty. you just lost your virginity and another man fucking you right after is just wrong.

armin thinks for a moment and you wish he would say yes and no at the same time.

"fucking god, take her." armin says, pulling out of you. you don't have timr zo register what happened before you're filled again, this time by eren's cock. eren doesn't spare a minute trying to be gentle as he slams inside of you in hard and deep thrusts. you fall limp against his muscles, feeling too overwhelmed by everything.

"i can cum inside of you, can't i?" eren asks but he knows what the answer is. he finds your clit, rubbing is fast as you near you orgasm. another hand joins eren's and you look up to see armin trying to make you cum too. he wants to be the one who makes you cum and he's not gonna let eren take this title. your vision fogs as you finally reach your high. it takes few thrusts for eren before he's cumming inside of you. you try to think about what just happened but your mind is clouded with pleasure and the two boys. armin feels jealous but he knows he will cum inside of you many other times. he can't wait to corrupt you in the worst ways possible.

[inklessletter]

I have that fear in the back of my mind that in s5 they are going to hint stancy again to keep the love triangle dynamic and they're going to resolve it with the oldest trick of the book (by killing the wrong choice for Nancy, which is Steve) because even they know stancy was created to give game but not to be endgame (and also Steve was originally conceived to be killed), and they're going to have a last moment that is supposed to be emotional but it is going to cringe our bones, probably something like:

Nancy (holding a badly hurt Steve after he sacrifices his life for the mission): "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

Steve (with his last breath and smiling painfully): "You're beautiful, Nancy Wheeler." *dies*

And then tumblr is going to be filled with gif sets pointing the parallels between s1 stancy and s5 stancy and I'm already sighing in dispair and then steddie will come back stronger than ever even if it never left

[the-breath-in-air]

Madeliene explains the whole 'fucking a Nazi' thing pretty succinctly in s2e4. He gave her food and cigarettes. And when there's death everywhere, being physically close with someone and experiencing physical pleasure can be a comfort, even if that someone is a fucking Nazi. Is that ethically good or excusable? No. But it's also not the same as being a collaborator.

And then in s2e6 she gives that example of the woman in chic clothes starving to death and it highlights how necessary it was to have a line on extra food in order to stay alive.

So, yeah, she was a monster (as she says in s2e6)...she prioritized her own survival (physical and mental) above any morality or ethics. But, uh 1: that's a very human thing to do; we are all fallible. And 2: every other vampire has done that and worse.

Folks gotta stop assuming these characters are morally pure. They're not. They're also not completely villainous masterminds. They're all just fucked up people who're trying to make it through the night without sinking into dispair and tasting the fire. They all have very human failings, and just have supernatural ways of coping.

In my opinion, part of the horror of this series is seeing how your own moral failures could lead you to act similarly to one or more of the vampires, given the right set of circumstances.

(ETA: Also all these characters are fictional...which is why this is compelling. Because they arent real people...so you can explore this shit in a story without harming anyone.)

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - When Stars Burn Out

Summary: You can't stand idly by and watch Shoji be hurt.

Warnings: extreme angst, death, suffocation, injury, dangerous situations

(I'm so sorry for this, yall!)

There was a saying you'd always heard, ever since your first day at UA. "Real heroes act without thinking."

Maybe that's why you were plummeting stories to your demise right now, barely conscious at all. When you'd seen one of your friends in peril, your legs moved before your brain did. After all, he'd never once asked for anyone's help, always the one doing the rescuing. Maybe that's when you saw his torn face for the first time, and heard a guttural cry for help rip from his throat, you lept into action.

Instinct took over as you gathered all your strength, pouring every ounce of energy you had into one experimental special move. Your eyes began to roll back as your feet lifted off the ground and inorganic debris gravitated to your body, battering it as it clung to you. Within minutes, you'd transformed from a timid and fragile human into a hulking, mindless golem- several stories tall. Only one thought repeated in your clouded brain as you trudged forward, leaving casualties and mass destruction in your wake.

"Shoji..." You moaned in a zombie-like state, eyes falling on him as he lay pinned and vulnerable to be done in. Rage boiled between your skin and the armor you'd built as you reached the villain, bloodthirsty in your own right. Raising a heavy left arm, you easily swatted the man away, without so much as a second thought to how lethal your attack could have been. "Stop...hurting...Shoji..." your dumbed voice echoed as you knelt down to brush away debris with your fingers, digging for him. "Shoji..." you lamented, falling into dispair when you didn't immediately find him.

Finally, a tendril slipped weakly out of the rubble, signaling his location, and you rushed over as quickly as your gigantic size would let you, pulling him free. With the utmost care, you plucked him up by his tattered shirt and set him in your jagged palm, prodding at him gingerly. "Wake up..." you begged, voice low and distorted in your monstrous form.

To your relief, he finally stirred in your oversized hand, an insect in comparison. "Ngh..." Shoji hummed, bringing a hand to his head in agony, then to his lips with horror. Where was his mask? Come to think of it, where was he? Glancing up, he took you in in awe, still not recognizing you. "W-Who...?"

At last, exhaustion began to overtake you as your control over the debris began to slip. Piece by piece, your golem began to disassemble, falling and raining down from the sky. With your last ounce of autonomy, you lean down, letting the energy that keeps your hand together disintegrate around him when he was safely back on the ground.

Weakly, he peered up as the head of the golem that housed your body began to crumble and you started freefalling, consciousness totally gone. Shoji watched you plummet for a moment, eyes adjusting to the bright day sky. All at once, understanding hit him like a left hook as he recognized the telltale color of your hair, billowing above you.

With energy he'd exhausted long ago rediscovered, he darted for your path, gaze fixed on you as all six of his arms stretched out, preparing to catch you. Finally, you hit him like a meteor- a fallen star cradled in the hammock of his webbed skin. The blow knocked him over- not like it was hard in his state, but what mattered was that he caught you. Despite the relieved, toothy grin on his face, he still collapse, asleep before he hit the ground with you so snug and secure in his grasp. You were both alive and together, that was all he cared about.

Nothing could uncoil his tendrils from you, unstick you from his trap- not even paramedics. When help finally arrived, you were transported to the hospital together. Maybe that's why your pitiful state wasn't realized until you were laying on the gurney in intensive care.

There was barely a bone in your body that wasn't shattered, or fractured at the very least. Between the impact of the debris collecting against you and the fall you took, your body was in rough shape. That wasn't what the medics were focused on, though. It was the greyish blue hue that was beginning to stain your lips and nail beds.

In a sick twist of fate, it hadn't been the fall or the overuse of your quirk that had taken your breath away. It was the way Shoji held you so securely, face pressed into his chest, suffocating you in a loving embrace.

[daddyhausen]

{ y’all brought this upon yourselves istg. this is your fault @pxnkgirlie }

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{ summary } — balor was in heat needed his frustrations dealt with, he set his sights on the first little bunny he saw, that being you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, a/b/o { kinda?? it’s mostly balor being in heat }, cnc, breeding kink, home invasion, monster fucking, restraints, rough sex, somnophilia, male orgasm, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 867

{ pairing } — fem!reader x demon balor

{ genre } — smut

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it was that time again. where the heat warmed his loins, he became insatiable, desperate, where he crawled about his hands and knees like a wild animal in search of a hole to fill. the moon’s glow rained down across his skin, painting the patches of flesh exposed to it in silver-grey stripes, despite enjoying the night he kept close to the shadows so as to not alert anyone in such a peaceful suburbia, one he would very much disrupt with his mere presence.

a scent had carried him here, unbenounced to him as he seemingly snapped out of his animalistic trance, finally coming to in order to observe his surroundings for a moment. the houses all looked the same, a mere copy and paste of white and beige, the same pristine picket fence lined their front yards, the lack of individuality made balor’s stomach curl with disdain. the scent had picked up again, a brisk wind had elevated it, it was sweeter, richer than the last. balor twitched with excitement, the vine-like tendrils protruding from his back fluttered softly along with the breeze, his cock grew hard between his exposed thighs. the scent was close, maybe two or three houses over. he had never experienced such a sweet scent, he had sampled a few that could run in close second but by god that held nothing on this sweetness

he followed slowly, his knuckles leading his strides, carefully weaving through bushes and other shrubbery, making sure to keep himself hidden, sticking as close to the walls and the floor. soft grunts caught in his chest, his cock throbbing with such dispair, his seed already glossing the tip, slowly beginning to leak down his shaft. balor was beside himself, his heat had never been this bad, he’s never gotten off this quickly just by a scent. maybe he was losing his mind, or what was left of it at least. balor stuck up his nose, inhaling deeply as the scent grew more prominent. he found himself in front of the house it was permeating from. balor licked his lips feverishly, tongue hanging out past it has he scaled the side wall of the house, realising the origin of the sweetness was coming from the second floor. he peeked through the window, squinting his eyes to gain a clearer vision, he noticed a sleeping figure, sprawled out across the bed, the same scent radiating from between your thighs.

the warm summer air proved fruitful for balor as he noticed your body void of any clothing, such a welcoming invitation. balor’s cock leaked with anticipation, finally his frustrations were going to be dealt with. slowly, he pried open the latch of the window, slipping inside without so much as a word. he crawled over to the foot of your bed, admiring how wet your cunt was. you must have been touching yourself, it would explain why your scent was so strong.

his weight made a slight dip in the mattress, one that made you stir in your sleep in a minor way. balor was quick to act, the tendrils had a mind of their own, two wrapping around your ankles tightly, prying your legs apart, balor inhaled your scent deeply before the tendrils mimicked the same actions as before, wrapping tightly around your wrists this time securing them behind your back balor’s cock was flushed with arousal, teasing your dripping folds with the tip, surprised slightly at how slick your little pussy was. his breath became heavy, growls catching in his parched throat as he slowly filled you up, adoring the way your confused whimpers sounded as he stretched your walls.

“shhh, little bunny…” balor reached around, stuffing your mouth with your ruined panties which you’d discarded by your side previously.

“balor needs to breed you…” your soft whines flooded his senses, feeling like he was drowning in arousal as he gave the first, rough thrust. he had been waiting days for this, he definitely was not going to waste it by going easy on you. he bottomed out, remaining deep inside as he watched your hips squirm back against his cock, completely unaware you were being taken advantage of, nor that it was by a being that was otherworldly. still, your cunt continued to slick his cock with your wetness.

he began to move, rough and fast as he pounded into you. he was feral, unhinged, just so enthralled to finally bury his cock deep in a cunt. spit began to gather around the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, staining your sheets, continuing to remain blissfully unaware of your situation. balor became even more frantic, his cock twitched inside your warmth. he could feel the clench of your sweet pussy around his size, god…even as you were so unaware, your cunt dripped for him. balor did not hesitate to fill you up, pumping you with rope after rope of his hot seed, breeding your fertile hole in the process. he’s even caught you whimpering at the sensation.

he pulled out, admiring the sight of his cum leaking from between your thighs. he knew he would need to fill you up more than once

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[alicentflorent]

The only way this “a son for a son” scene could have made sense if Alicent was getting the rest of the blood and cheese plot. The “Sophie’s choice” moment. They could have still had their Alicent goes to dragonstone plot in hopes of making a deal just to find out that she was walking in on her nightmare coming true when Rhaenyra reveals that she has Daeron and Otto in custody, she brings Otto out in chains and informs Alicent that his public execution is already set but Alicent has a choice, she can hand over kingslanding and Aegon to be executed or Daeron will be executed alongside Otto. If she doesn’t choose both sons will die because Rhaenyra already has the power to take kingslanding and Aegon can’t fight Rhaenyra. He cant even get out of bed unassisted. So she chooses Daeron. She gives Rhaenyra all the information she needs to take the city to save Daeron and Helaena. Before being taken away Otto reminds her that her children were never going to be safe, paralleling the conversation they had when he was sent away from Alicent the first time. The last shot we get of Alicent is close up shot of her dispair turning to rage.

[facelessanimator]

Hidden Projects: Remanence

[DRAGS SELF OUT OF DISPAIR PIT]

I DID IT HAHAHA I BROKE ART BLOCK- kinda.

Just till i get the energy back to work on Merged again im playing around with a whole other AU lol. I shared a different post about it but finally i have set in stone character sheets! So yeah enjoy lol.

[First off the Main 4]

In order: Mike, Liz, CC, and Charlie

[Heights]

Next up The Adults!

In Order: Mrs A, William, Henry

[Heights]

Cant rlly expect much from Mrs A cause she died at the start of her infection lol

[itsnotmyfaultsomepeoplecantread]

Guys I want to be crystal clear about something:

Venting is valid, but if your response to everyone is to always just be an asshole, then you’re going to lose people’s’ sense of sympathy.

Not wanting your disability or condition to be compared to another is one thing. But don’t start calling out specific disabilities that have nothing to do with yours, BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY DOING THE SAME THING YOU ARE UPSET ABOUT.

For instance. I have all of my limbs. I cannot possibly know what it feels like to lose my limbs. People missing limbs are allowed to complain about a missing limb. I am also allowed to complain about the intense pain I feel everyday, the number of surgeries I’ve had, and the fact that I sometimes black out just going to the bathroom.

I do not have seizures. I cannot know what it is like to have seizures. People with seizures are allowed to complain. Similarly, I am also allowed to complain about being overwhelmed by textures and sounds, forgetfulness, and how exhausting it is to keep track of my brain so I don’t fall into a pit of dispair all the time.

They are not the same. They are both valid experiences. How they’d come up as equated is generally beyond me. But I also know that sometimes people mean well and don’t know how else to show that their support. Empathy is not bad, it’s human. And it’s just a skill more than anything else.

Saying “wow that’s really intense” is an ok response. Saying “it’s absolutely not the same thing, but I experience xyz and I know what [insert common disability experience] is like” is an ok response too. It’s also ok to ask “do you want to vent, do you want sympathy, or do you want to problem solve?” It’s also ok to say to say “look I feel for you, but I don’t have the capacity to have this conversation right now.” All of these are valid.

Don’t fall into the trap of turning against each other. Our experiences are different and that’s why smaller communities exist to support each other. But if we battle over little things, we’re never going to make the systematic change we all need. That’s how they keep us divided.

And remember that if someone isn’t expressing sympathy the way you need, just tell them. Kindly. Because chances are that their heart is in the right place, and they may have their own reasons for not being a perfect supporter. You’re allowed to be angry when you’ve set boundaries so many times you’ve lost count. You’re allowed to have your trauma triggered by a similar situation.

But if you make them equal without even giving people a chance, then you’re no better than they are.

[linda-ravstar]

A conversation between a would-be God and his other half (St. Trina and Miquella, Shadow of the Erdtree spoilers)

I haven't finished the game yet, but I've already seen several important things, and the relationship between Miquella and his other half breaks my heart. Maybe I'm missing details, but I don't think it's such a far-fetched interpretation (and I'll expand on it when I have more info and energy). I need to mourn Miquella to be able to keep playing in peace, haha. Enjoy!

“Miquella... What are you doing?”

Trina's voice, which once brought him peace and joy, now filled him with a dark bitterness, a sticky, cynical rage that clung to his skin like blood. The lamp's light barely illuminated the desk, where the golden strokes of his pen drew schemes. Futures that had to materialize. Plans that would soon be set in motion.

“Have you come to reproach me?”, he asked, without turning or taking his eyes off the parchment in front of him. “After everything that has happened?”

 Purple flooded the light of the room, drowning the golden hue of the oil lamp. Somehow, Trina's purple always managed to surpass his gold. It used to be a welcome sight. It used to be a nice game.

“The path you seek will only bring pain and suffering. Marika has already walked it, and the broken world she left behind is proof of her failure”.

“It is proof of Mother's failure, not of the path she walked”, Miquella countered.

“Do you think you can succeed where she failed? Do you think your power is greater than hers?”

“Yes”, he said, but doubt resided in his heart, the same heart that had his other half. “It has to be”.

“What will happen to everyone? To your siblings? To the tree? To Malenia? Are you willing to risk everything for... that?”

He couldn't enchant her, just as he couldn't enchant himself. He always remained serene, kind, because that was also part of that strange essence that inhabited alongside him. It was easier to charm some this way, those who, docile before his power, could look him in the eyes with affection and admiration. But he couldn't convince Trina that way. His small, fragile fist crashed against the wooden table in a muffled crash, splashing ink all over the desk.

“How can you ask me that?”, Miquella's voice rose above the broken silence, and he turned to look her in the eyes. Trina smiled at him, with a sweet sadness that only filled him with dispair. “How can you stand there, doing nothing, watching what is happening? What do you want from me? Look at this world! Look at our siblings! What else are we going to wait for?”

“Becoming a god won't fix the world”.

“You're wrong. It's the only way. It's all that's left to do”.

“You will lose everything you ever fought to save... It will be a tragedy that could be avoided”.

Tears sprang from Miquella's eyes. He wanted to hurt Trina, wanted to rip that sad smile from her lips.

“I have achieved nothing”, Miquella said finally, after a tense silence. His voice broke on the last word. “Absolutely nothing. I have... I have failed over and over again for millennia... I tried to find that other path… you of all people know that. It doesn't exist. There is no other path. Neither the Golden Order, nor Fundamentalism, nor the Unalloyed Gold, nor my needles, nor the Haligree... And Godwyn still... Nothing has managed to fix this broken and rotten world. The innocent remain enslaved. The gods remain silent. And Malenia...” The young demigod closed his eyes, feeling the guilt in his veins. “She has so much faith in me... that I will fix this world... I'd rather lose everything than continue like this. If I have to burn this world to save it, I will. If I have to enchant thousands of souls to follow my path, I will. I can't look back. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t”.

“And will you betray your principles? Sacrifice innocents, steal their hearts, destroy your body and soul on an uncertain altar?", asked Trina, with a somber tone on her voice.

“I must do it”, he insisted, but his hands were trembling. “They will understand... When the world smiles again, when I can look into Malenia's eyes again, golden and innocent, when my Lord Brother takes my hand and we reign together in a land that has healed its wounds, when a new order welcomes everyone in its embrace...”

“When you are a God, Miquella, there will be no one left there to forgive you. Mother tried to heal her people with her golden light, but there was no one left who could listen to her. No one who could forgive her”.

“So be it then”, said Miquella. “So be it... My power will be enough, I will become a god, I will have my King consort by my side and I will bring forth a New Age, a Compassionate Age for all”, that was his dream, the dream of a helpless child, his obsession, his hope. “I will…. I will…”

Trina lowered her gaze and approached her other half. Miquella was trembling, and golden tears stained his childlike face. Trina took the boy's face, who, for a moment, clung to those hands like a puppy to a mother.

“I know there is nothing I can do or say to stop you. I wish it were different, that you could see what I see, the path of peace we could walk. But I know your wounds are too deep, that your pain blinds you, that your hope is your last comfort”. Trina's caress was as sweet as it was terrible. “We know the pain that awaits you, the pain you will cause, and the uncertainty of the outcome. We know that godhood is a prison”. Trina sighed for a second and laughed softly. “I cannot stop you, nor can you stop me. I just want to say this before this journey breaks us both completely: I know your heart, and I know it suffers for this world. I know your soul and I know it cries for your sister. I know your very being longs for peace and solace. This is you, this is us. We dream of a kind and gentle world, with the smile of our people and the scent of flowers. I know you seek that world of goodness. I know you fought to do good and heal the wounded. I will keep that certainty within me. That no matter what you do now and the terrible sins you commit... that this was you, that this was us and that this was what we were destined to be. Let me mourn you, my dearest Miquella, my dear other half. Let me say goodbye one last time. May dreams bring you the peace that your path will take away. And if no one else forgives you, let me forgive you..."

The violet slowly faded, leaving only the gold that began to dim in the lamp. The night was still, and the air smelled of sweet lilies.

Miquella rested his head on the desk and wept, alone.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Just A Thought:

Miguel O'Hara - but Bruce Wayne

Miguel O'Hara as Batman

Miguel being a billionaire whose left the sole caretaker of his younger brother Gabriel when his parents are gunned down after a late-night play.

Left with the fortune and legacy of Alchemax, Miguel falls into dispair - and comes across a classified operation conducted by his father, a super potent and super addictive drug.

Rapture.

Not knowing, Miguel tries it once, and he finds himself hooked.

Over months the situation worsens. Gabriel gets worried about his older brother.

In search of answers, Gabriel discovers the truth - the source of Raptures creation. Their father having developed a hard-to-replicate super drug as a way to control Nueva Gotham's underground drug trade, funding Alchemax with laundered money.

Gabriel almost became a whistleblower, leaking the news to the press - but instead, he was killed by gunmen funded by Alchemax.

After Gabriel's death, Rapture floods Neuva Gotham's streets.

In less than a week, addiction skyrockets across the city.

Horrified at the discovery and the loss of his brother, Miguel seeks out a way to reverse his addiction - and undo the unspeakable corruption caused by his father.

Instead, his own invention does more harm than good - turning him into the The Spider-Man.

He fights crime in his usual blue and red suit except the blue is black and he has a cape all the time now

The Spider-man fights crime by being a 'bug on the wall', undermining and brutalizing Nueva Gotham's underworld, trying to find the people who leaked Rapture to the streets - and ordered the murder of his brother.

FOLLOW-UP IDEA:

SpiderKids as Robins!!!!

Pavitr being Dick Grayson/Future Nightwing - the perfect and acrobatic star child. Bright and optimistic despite The Horrors. Loves his girlfriend.

Hobie being Jason Todd - the Robin Miguel first meets while the kids is stealing his tires. The kid who trashes the O'Hara Manor, gets a little too excited about kicking ass and talking back and beating up cops.

Killed by The Goblin aka Joker + Green Goblin together - Revived - HATES Miguel now.

Goes by Spiked Hood

Gwen being Tim Drake - the Robin that stays up until 3am. More into techie stuff. Close with Miguel but no where near the way he is with Pavitr. But she loves her siblings and half the time feels like the only Sane one.

BONUS IDEA!!!!

GABRIELLA AS DAMIAN WAYNE!!!! Xina being Thalia (minus the weird ummm uncomfy origins of Damian)

Gabbie being Miguel's one blood child who he didn't raise from birth but met later. But he trains and raises her anyway. She's a natural at it. A bit ruthless considering the whole, raised by assassins thing though.

But she ADORES her older siblings though she'd never admit it. She hangs with her older brother Pavitr ALL THE TIME, especially after Pavitr becomes NightWing in Mumblud Haven (or Bludbai if you'd like)

She thinks Hobie is so cool, especially when he comes around with Starfire and Red Arrow (aka DiscoSpider Diane and Captain Anarchy Karl Morningdew). The three of them calling themselves Spiked Hood and the Outlaws - in reference to Hobie's spiked and hooded outfit.

Since Pavitr lives in Bludbai and Hobie dislikes Miguel - Gwen and Gabriella are the only ones who still live in the manor with Miguel and his e-maid Lyla - who is now full sized like Alfred, but still AI.

There's a spider signal in the sky.

J.Jonah is Commissioner Gordon. And every time he sees Miguel he's talking shit about vigilantes despite having to work with him cause Nueva Gotham is such a shit hole.

Miguel is still tired as hell because he's on patrol and gets a call from Lyla talking about how Hobie set fire to the manor curtains again 'but on purpose this time'

Do you see it do you see my vision are you picking up what I'm putting down