#i wrote this awhile ago

[odestasocean]

Annie and Finnick celebrate their one-year anniversary with a few surprises along the way.

[crab-crab]

It was interesting, Hyrule thought, to watch a Hunter interact with a Monstie.

He sat cradling his own unhatched egg as Twilight stiffly held out his hand, palm up, to Crimson as Sky's shoulders shook with repressed laughter from where he stood beside his Astalos.

Ever since he and Four had finally reunited with their brother they'd stuck to him like stink on a Congalala. Sky had been missing for years and for him and his beloved monster to slam into a Nergigante just to protect the boys and their hunter companions showed how little the older had changed.

Hyrule laughed when Crimson finally nudged Twilights hand with his snout, the residual electricity from the wyvern shocking Twilight and causing the man to jump back while waving his hand to get rid of the pain. Hearing Sky's laughter mixed with Crimsons chittering was music to the boys ears, a smile blooming over his face as he relished in having his family be whole again.

[radiocoll]

i read a poem about sharing oranges with those you love. i quite like oranges, and i quite hate love.

what they don't tell you about love, after his hands have thoroughly worshipped and appreciated you and his words wrap around your heart like the snake wraps around eve's wrist; they don't tell you that it is not forever. perhaps you feel it is. perhaps the weightlessness hilts against your sternum and the hard-tack, glass-like candy sticks to your back molars but even that will disintegrate with a few swipes of your tongue.

love is like pomegranates. maybe the greeks were right when they said pomegranates were the balance between life and death – maybe the true existence between life and death is love, of course, because love has existed from the start of time and it will die with it as well.

pomegranates stain your hands red with regret, with the sick guilt that comes out of bone-deep enjoyment, and the churning pain that comes with overstaying your welcome; overpowering your senses; pure, unfiltered remorse.

when your hands are stained pink, red, purple, with the evidence of your love maybe then you will accept it.

and when your hands are stained red, red, red, while you peel your first orange then maybe you'll understand what i mean.

[unluckyclover2]

I Watch the sky turn into a green screen

I Watch as Xs mark people’s faces

I Watch them as they drop dead

I Watch as I fade from the mirror

I Watch as I am helpless to stop it

I Watch as my face cover with neon lighting

I Watch as the eyes turn into galaxies that I am helpless to touch

I Watch as you realize it’s too late for this neon hell

[coldbreathwarmheart]

i imagine, now, in the heat of summer that brings up the old, familiar missing-of-him, texting him and saying-- "i'm sorry. can we start over?" just like that, i could take all my confidence and strength and place it right back into his hands. rebuild something i destroyed for a very real reason, and pretend it doesn't still shake under my feet.

come back to me?

[slayfics]

Katsuki breaks up with you.

1k words

Katsuki hands shook, as he let out a shaken breath. Running his hands over his face, before returning them to resting on his knees. His eyes fixated on the floor never once looking up at you.

“Katsuki, what is it?” You asked softly.

Katsuki leg shook at your question. Elbow moving to his knee as he placed his chin in his palm. Never moving his gaze.

It wasn’t a secret to you that a rift had come between you and Katsuki. The past few months he seemed to be drifting further and further away. Still, you kept your wits about you. Maintaining your same routine, loving affection, and undying patience for him.

It’s a phase, you told yourself. Even the best relationships have their ups and downs. You’d come back stronger than ever in no time, you were sure of it... But then an ominous text came.

[Katsuki] Can we talk tonight?

Now he sat on your couch in a state you’d never seen before. His eyes started to gloss over as his mouth slightly parted, still finding the right words.

“I don’t know how to say this shit,” he grumbled, and you heard the crack in his voice.

“Just tell me Kats, whatever it is we can work through it,” you said quietly.

At that, the gloss in his eyes formed into full tears. The room is so quiet the soft drops of tears seem to echo.

“You know I love you right?” he asked, glancing over slightly at you before looking at the wall. He couldn’t handle the expression on your face. You had to know it was coming. Your body looked like it was braced for a shock. Hands gripping at your seat so tight your knuckles were white.

“Of course, I love you too Katsuki…” you whispered, the lump in your throat forming. This wasn’t what you thought this was- was it?

“That’s why… I can’t lie to you anymore,” he said, wiping the tears from his face.

You had so many questions but felt paralyzed in your spot. Lie to you? What could that mean?

“It’s… not fucking fair to you and…,” Katsuki threw his head back on the couch, both hands covering his face.

“Katsuki please just tell me…”

“I’m trying,” he grumbled more tears forming, voice unrecognizable.

“Did you… find someone else?” You finally managed to ask, mouth drying out, ear ringing from the intensity in the room.

“No. I mean… not in the way you’re thinking,” Katsuki said, sitting back up.

“I don’t understand Katsuki.” You said, heart squeezing. What could he mean?

“I… fuck. Look I’ve come to some realizations recently. It’s been hard… and I…,” Katsuki broke off, legging shaking faster than before. No matter how hard he tried there just weren’t the right words for this situation.

“Please… tell me so I can be there for you,” you urged.

A final sigh left his chest deflating, “I’m not straight.”

“Oh.”

The room froze.

Your eyes darted from side to side as you processed. Katsuki stayed silent and no longer moved. 'Oh' isn’t what someone wants to hear when they come out, but he knew couldn’t expect you to be supportive when he’d just shattered your heart, the vision of your future with him. All gone.

Tears left and he didn’t care if you felt you needed space, he needed to comfort you.

“Come here,” he pulled you to him wrapping his arms around you he cradled you in his lap. “I’m sorry,” he whispered forehead pressed to you. Both of you wept.

He squeezed you and you tried to gather the thoughts racing through you. Trying to catch one and make sense of it. He’d been going through this alone for how long?

“You’ve been struggling with this alone?” you asked, hiccupping back tears.

“Don’t- don’t worry about me,” he demanded. “I just- betrayed you. Be mad at me.”

“Katsuki,” you cooed, placing a gentle hand on his face. Thumb brushing away tears. “You could never betray me by living authenticity.”

Tears flowed freely, how could you be so kind and understanding to him? He pressed a caring kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t deserve that,” he muttered.

“Of course you do.” You said silencing his self-hatred.

“You know I’d still do anything for you right? I’m not disappearing. I’m going to look out for you, the rest of my life.”

“And I’ll always be your biggest fan,” you replied resting your head on his chest.

He rocked you both, moments passed, and tears subsided.

The lingering question becomes too strong to hold back. “Is it Eijiro?” You asked.

How were you so perspective, Katsuki wondered. He didn’t answer but squeezed you tighter, “I didn’t cheat on you, I promise. I’m sorry I just… need to figure this out.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” you said relaxing more into him, “and please stop apologizing Kats.”

He mumbled into your hair, chin resting on your head. “I hate myself for hurting you, I- never wanted to do that.”

“You could never hurt me by being happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” You replied.

“Don’t lie. I fucked this all up. You’ve- got to be hurting don’t hold back,” he pressed. His stomach twisted. The masochist parts of himself wanted you to hate him. It’s what he deserved for throwing away all the hard work you put into him.

“Of course, I’m hurting, and I will for a while. But- I’ll be ok. And anyway, what’s the alternative? Keeping you in a relationship you’re not satisfied with? I love you far too much to wish that for you,” you said picking up his hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

“You’re still the best thing that’s happened to me,” he whispered. “I… don’t think I could have been this honest with myself if it wasn’t for your unconditional affection. So… let me at least take care of you tonight. Make your favorite meal. Whether else you want. I owe you that much.”

“You aren’t in my debt Katsuki but, I’ll never say no to your cooking.” You answered a small smile tugging your lips.

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[cupidsbeaux]

yall should read the fic i wrote about arthur and magnus particularly because NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT THEM. DONT THEY MAKE YALL CRAZY?? DONT YOU THINK ABOUT THE COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP THEH MUST HAVE JUST ALL THE TIME??? LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABIUT THEIR DYNAMIC IS SO INTERESTING

also! if just thinking about those two isn't enough for you i will clarify that the title is completely accurate; much of this fic is just all about arthur biting magnus for a little snack. who doesn't love some fun little vampire bites once in awhile

yeah the fic is orphaned, whatever, my irl found my account so i freaked out and deleted the whole thing. maybe it was an overreaction but it's too late now

[britneyshakespeare]

you know what i realized

is giving

[pinkeoni]

“X character either ends the series in a relationship or they have to die” listen to how you sound

[carpettmuncher]

i'm sorry i'm the one you love (no one will ever love me like you again)

Claire has been on the run for two years. Hunting is like a sixth sense now. Grief and rage and killing and salting and driving and lying, and something inside her is burning hotter than the corpses.  Sometimes, when the last victim is safe and the vampire-werewolf-ghoul-spirit-demon is on her, she thinks about how easy it would be to let it rip out her throat. Let it kill her. She wonders if she would see her dad in Heaven, or go straight down to Hell. At night she dreams of Kaia. In the morning she throws a plate against the wall of her motel and regrows her claws.

my claire/kaia analysis & my claire thesis. i love her. this fic does not have a happy ending. heart

[aces-sweetheart]

luffy is obsessed with your thick thighs!!! he loves how soft they are and how they jiggle when he touches them. he could spend hours just playing with them, watching and feeling your thighs moving to his touch. he especially loves laying his head on them, holding his straw hat on his chest, while you play with his hair.

[psychoticscare]

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[bye-bye-firefly]

tear out this lump in my throat with your teeth

the aching is unbearable creaking in my joints popping in my jaw words, clawed out of my throat air, sucked down like rusty nails

i am a stranger a word spoken to the wind a leaf on the water a shadow blanketing concrete a ghost in someone's home

i may seem here but i am not. when i was young, i would beat people with my fists until i pummelled them into submission

after a long time, you think you get better but you only know better; the people are simply too far away (because you can only ever know better)

oh, you always hurt the ones you love some more than others at night i will curl up and hug my memories to my chest and i will whisper my sorries and i will dream of better worlds and i will cry

i am sorry, all i cherish so dearly i am sorry that you can only ever get the best of me

[marsneedstherapy]

here are some of my very thoughtful and very intellectual annotations in my copy of flf bc fhh is almost out so yk why not

[werewolves-are-real]

Fun fact my next chapter of Without Reason that I've been chipping away at for like 8 months was ALMOST finally finished. Even started writing the next chapter after it and I'm about halfway through that one.

Except the start included another short scene at a synagogue and Spock telling Rekal a story about his mom's family in Israel ☠️ there's no way to post that without seeming like I'm making some cringe real-events tie in through fanfic, or making a cryptic 'statement' people would analyze to death. And tbh I'd probably get death threats based on what I've been seeing on my feed so uhhhh. Gotta scrap that now

[rainbowpufflez]

If Bo gets one singular note on this he’ll post the little breakup scenario he wrote for Gus and Lys