#if something doesnt make sense

[vitally-undead-bitch]

Hearts and Gods

Tw: blood, gore, illusion to sex at some point i think, mild cannibalism, does blood licking/consuming count? eh whatever. no use of y/n. y/n is just as bad as homelander. deadpool esque powers. r's eyes are gold. not beta read.

880 somethin words, aint got a good way to summarize it. y/n is gender neutral, nothin described aside from eye color as aforementioned.

Loving him was dangerous. That you knew, everyone knew. He himself was dangerous. A devil disguised as an angel for the public. Unpredictable yet predictable at the same time. He loved with all consuming violence. To be loved by him was not unlike being loved by death.

Death followed him everywhere. Whether he was covered in the blood of a criminal. The viscera of some unlucky employee who triggered his wrath, just another body shoved under the rug by Vought. You knew he enjoyed it, the killing, watching the life drain from a person's eyes as he crushed their heart in their chest. Or watching their body crumble in half without its spine. You knew all of this, you couldn't claim innocence when you were just as bad. Just as bloodthirsty as him. It's what made you two so compatible. That and the fact that if Homelander ever lost control with you, you would just bounce right back.

You should be dead. But you werent. You could heal any and every injury you endured. Vought made sure of that. You weren't invincible by no means, you could be injured, though that wasnt done easily. A slight squeeze pulled your wandering thoughts back to earth. You sighed softly as the hand around your heart loosened its tight grip slightly. Blue eyes met gold. Homelander cocked his head looking at you, lips pulled in a frown. His eyes dropped to your chest, gaze a mixture of disbelief and curiosity as it usually was. You ended up like this often, when he grew angry, or paranoid. So you stood, sternum cracked open, thumping heart exposed. Does it hurt? Some might wonder, at first, it does, but then it's a sweet pain that no one else but you and he would understand.

His gloves were long discarded on the table. Preferring to feel your heart in its entirety against his skin. His hand wrapped around behind the muscle as it beat. Blood coated your front, soaking onto the floor. Your lips twitched in a wry smirk at the thought of poor Ashley walking in. No doubt she would have a heart attack, thinking Homelander was in the midst of killing his team member. You let out a soft laugh, heart jolting in his hand as your lungs contracted. He looked at you his own amusement playing in his gaze as his thumb stroked over your ventricle.

"Thinking about Ashley again?" He questioned his other hand situated on your hip. "Mhm." You hummed in confirmation smiling at him. His grip tightened momentarily and you fleetingly thought if he was going to tear your heart free of your chest. You wouldn't mind, only remaining dead for a few seconds before another one grew back. He looked at you, you looked back. You clashed as much as you melded together. Each testing the other. You smirked and leaned backwards, your heartbeat strained as a familiar tugging sensation pulled in your chest. He stood there in silent contemplation, arm in your chest, heart in hand.

"Not today." He muttered his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you closer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy and hungry, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip drawing blood. You groaned low pulse beginning to race, heart thrumming in his hand as he licked the blood from your lips as the small punctures closed. You kissed back, arm curling behind his neck, hand buried in his hair as you tugged him closer. You parted for a second a string of red tinged saliva connecting your mouths.

"I love you." You whispered gazing into his eyes. You kissed him this time. slowly, firmly pouring your feelings into the kiss. "I love you." You repeated, voice a low murmur. You said it like a mantra, like a prayer. A loyal worshiper at the altar of their deity. You clung to him as he clung to you. You needed him as he needed you. Homelander let go of your heart, removing his hand from your chest with a gentleness most wouldn't expect him to have. You exhaled slowly as your skin and bone grew back and the only trace of what happened was the blood staining your stomach and clothes, the blood and bone on the floor and the blood on his hands. He looked at his hand in silent awe almost before sucking the blood off two of his fingers. Pulling his hand from his mouth he wrapped it loosely around your throat pulling you in and kissing you harshly once more, shoving the taste of your blood from his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back with a smug grin as you panted. You looked around chewing your bottom lip.

"I feel bad for whoever they send up to clean the mess." You say as he scoffed curling his arms around your waist pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "No you don't." Homelander murmurs nipping along your pulse point. You laugh quietly, "Fine, I don't." You admit tugging on his hair making his breath hitch. Then you're in his arms and he's walking out presumably to take you home. You spent the rest of that evening in his bed, after you had showered of course. 

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[ruporas]

getting the attention of the humanoid typhoon

[loserifer]

i survived another week under capitalism's thumb. w me. anyway, here's some Tension >:)

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[sturmdunkel]

yay my first orv fanart

[babydarkstar]

i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.

i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it

[aroaceleovaldez]

It's honestly wild to me that ToA went through so much trouble to emphasize the fact that Will did not magically fix all of Nico's problems and was explicitly not Nico's only doctor.

Only for TSATS to have Will fix all of Nico's problems and have Nico be entirely reliant on him the entire book and literally helpless without him and LITERALLY have Nico's problems be magically removed.

[masterofiodine]

i absolutely adore that photo of ben and i just had to draw him (/cap) like that

[raepliica]

h/c vashwood on the brain again

[redundantz]

Ancient Loz AU Story

10,000 years before the events of BOTW the Princess of Hyrule and the Hero who wields the sword that seals the Darkness first fought off the Calamity. With the help of the Sheikah, Guardians, Champions and the Divine Beasts. However, the hero and her best friend; the Prince of the Gerudo, were now missing. The only one to return from the fight was the Princess… Bloodied and bruised. She emerged from the castle alone. No longer the energetic, and free spirited person she used to be. Now, she is filled with a sole dedication to her Kingdom. But cold, and filled with deep sorrow. She orders the Sheikah to create shrines to train the next hero.They prepare the towers, store the Guardians under the castle till they are needed. Research started on the slate where it can be used for building infrastructure and even battle. Anything to help prepare for another Calamity.

The Gerudo Prince wasn't seen again and the heroes identity was forgotten But, the Royal blood of Hylia lives on….

Link is from a traveling caravan. His family has blood from the ancient Zonai tribe. He travels with a decent size troupe along with his sister, father and grandmother.

He meets Zelda during a festival where he was entering an archery contest in castletown. Zelda, who was disguised as Sheik, was also entering. She beat him at the contest(barely), but was extremely bothered by how good he was.

The festival goes on for about 3 days and at the end there is the sword ceremony where all the people coming of age(18) can attempt to pull the sword. She was presiding over it and witnessed him pull the sword and his whole life change. Not long after they meet officially and Link is appointed as her Knight; She introduces him to Ganondorf, her best friend from childhood.

And the chaos and comrade-ere ensues~

Over 3 years they travel, train, fall in love and wait for the day when the evil is supposed to show itself. With no sign of the great evil, they start to relax a bit. But that is when it strikes. Ganon travelling by himself at this time. Explores a cave in the Gerudo desert and encounters something ominous. Whispers in the dark speak to him and his fears and wants and his distaste for the King of Hyrule…. The voice is familiar, much too familiar, and before he can fight back it consumes him. When he awakes he is alone. He isn't instantly ‘evil’ but over time it twists his thoughts and actions. His closest friends and mother grow concerned. He becomes harsher and radical. Cruel. During a secret meeting with the King, Ganon assassinates him. Zelda happens upon Ganon covered in blood. She thinks he's hurt and is concerned by his behavior the past year. He snaps. He tells her every dark thing he has been thinking, and that he killed her father. In shock, and devastated, she can’t move as Ganon is about to strike her. But Link manages to get to her in time because the master sword was glowing, something he has never seen before but an instinct so old took over him. He races to escape with her. Ganon takes over the castle. But only as a steward because the King and the Princess are nowhere to be found. No one is the wiser to his malevolent plots. Yet. He knows she has to act fast since Zelda and Link escaped.

Zelda and Link make it all the way to Kakariko Village and Impa and they are all Informed that the Calamity is upon them. No one can believe it is their Ganondorf who is doing this but it is undeniable. They grieve, but they must act fast. With the help of the Sheikah they gather the guardians, monks and send word to the Races and Champions to prepare for battle. Zelda listens as Link hums an old Zonai Lullaby his mother used to sing to him. And it makes her remember something she read about. A story about there being an ancient Zonai device below the castle that would help defeat the Demon King.

Impa knows the tunnels She can help them sneak in. So they prepare to infiltrate the castle.

Under the castle they find the Zonai Artifacts that were left behind for sealing the great evil.

Ganon's followers saw them enter however and informed him. Knowing this is his chance he stops all pretenses and releases his power. Unleashing a mob of monsters and a cloud of malace into the castle and across Hyrule. But the Champions and Shekah are prepared to meet them.

Looking around for any clue. Trying to think of anything they read or that Link heard from his family that could be used to turn on the sealing jewelry. They don’t know how to activate it, but Ganon is going to be upon them soon as they had to fight through hordes of monsters beforehand.

Out of the dark behind them he emerges.

Zelda and Link manage to avoid the surprise attack. They both go on the defensive. They fight and try to reason with him. They can’t believe this is their friend, their lover. The fight is tough, because they all know each other's moves after training together for years along with the emotional turmoil. Zelda tells Link he needs to figure out how to activate the artifact if they are to succeed. She will hold him off. But by this point they are both exhausted.

Ganon manages to cut Link, spraying blood over the floor and the statue. Link falls to the floor and Ganon towers over him ready to strike him down, but Zelda blasts him away. Ganon turns his attention to her. Annoyed with her meddling and manages to land a blow on her also. Cutting the tip of her right ear off.

The statue lights up from the blood. The blood of a zonai. That  was another part of the Lullaby from Links family Zelda realizes. The Jewelry glows and expands before flying off the wrists of the statue to Link. He is surrounded by a green glowing light that blasts Ganon and Zelda back. The bands constrict around his arms and legs disintegrating the clothing underneath. He screams. Zelda watches on in horror as Link transforms before her. His skin is turning black and his bones and skin stretch until he is 6 ft tall. What did she get him into? This was supposed to help them what was happening… She is living in a nightmare. What else will she have to give up. She cries as she looks at him, feeling his pain and fear. His hair band she had given him falls from his hair. Rolling across the floor towards her. “..Zelda….” He says 

She picks up the hair band and goes to him! But he is not really responding. He is restrained and struggling within himself. His head is filled with the spirits of the Zonai he knows what he must do…he knows this is the last time he will see Zelda and Ganon. To seal the Demon King he must sacrifice himself. He says the last part of the Lullaby to Zelda and she knows. This is it. She kisses him. Though a bit strange now that he's so tall and his lips are cold. Ganon is getting up across the cavern from them, laughing. He mocks them and their weak attempts at thwarting him. One last clash. Zelda manages to get his weapon from him and Link plunges his arm into Ganons chest activating the sealing power. Glowing green. They both freeze in place and all is quiet. Entombed under the castle. The malice and monsters disappear. Zelda cautiously goes up to them. She doesn't touch them lest she break the spell somehow. The only thing she does is grab the hair bangle that fell to the floor in the final fight. It was the one from Ganon’s hair. And she left for the surface.

Alone.

Thanks for Reading! <3

[hiphopcherrrypop]

save me bottle blond bass player

[ria-starstruck]

actually, this is why the vessels don't have mouths

from this:

[kuailphobe]

So is nobody gonna talk about the dying triton telling the CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA "you abandoned us" with his hands bound together in prayer impaled on a HOOK right before Gillion regresses to his soldier mindset???

[shigayokagayama]

people calling ekurei a crackship makes me nuts like. when i think crackship i think "ship between two characters who have never even been in the same room together". this is ekurei of "if you cannot get into paradise when you die, you can always stay with me." that's just having eyes.

[blueskittlesart]

deeply refreshing to see someone critical of Swift who also like, genuinely likes her. Like i'm neutral to positive on her, but the online discourse has been absolutely rancid. flipping between "Taylor Swift has never done anything wrong ever and she's a fucking genius" and "Taylor Swift is the worst lyricist of all time and also a bad person" is exhausting, so thank you for like. nuance or something lmao

not to make it serious for a sec but i genuinely think that being able to like things that are bad is really important. like I think that it's an important skill to be able to look at something and see what you personally enjoy about it and then take a step back and acknowledge that objectively it's flawed. and to also be able to acknowledge that liking something isn't necessarily an identity or a moral stance. and i think that fandom space in general could really benefit from more people taking the time to learn how to do that. it's okay to like things that are bad

[acourtofchaos]

I can't stop thinking about the "I've lost my memory but something in me remembers you" trope with tom riddle especially if it's in an enemies storyline

Like just imagine both of you are fighting as always and it either ends in a duel that goes wrong or potion you had to brew together exploding or something and you're knocked unconscious.

When you wake up you don't recognise anyone around you and your mind is disturbingly foggy but then you catch sight of a boy eyeing you warily, half glare - half reluctant concern (he will absolutely refuse to admit the latter to himself), and oh, you know him.

You know him even if his name refuses to form on your tongue and your brain won't offer up any memories for you to place how it is you know him. But you undoubtedly do. You can feel the thread of a connection to him in your chest.

Because of it you don't really trust anyone around you except him which prompts the teachers to instruct Tom to remain by your side as much as possible in hopes it could return your memory and Tom's just like "I beg your fucking pardon?"

And at first he's cold as hell until maybe someone convinces him this could be his chance to destroy you like he's always wanted. He can use your trust in him to find out everything about you and every possible way to ruin your life.

He's a little more charming then and as time goes by he realises how disturbingly easy it is to be around you, to actually want to be, when you're not at each other's throats and he's actively trying to not give off the vibe that he'll curse you into an early grave. Cue Tom becoming a little obsessed with you over time, a little possessive too, all whilst still adamantly denying his behaviour is anything other than keeping you close to him so he can have his ultimate revenge on you.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact there's a pit in his stomach that forms whenever someone comes close to triggering a memory for you and taking you from him. Making you hate him again.

Nothing at all.