#introverted mind

[truuskn]

miss the days when his main characteristic was being silly little guy

look at him! he should get arrested because he's breaking hearts with his cuteness!

they drew everything without much of a plan and thinking, how they managed to make all his smiles so shy and gentle?? just like they should be!! prowl, why are you so sweet

he's sooo 🤏🤲

[limerlove]

Dude I keep thinking of that farmhand/cowgirl Abby thing where you’re cuddling and her belt buckle gets imprinted on the inside of your thigh *sighs dreamily*

suggestive content, eighteen+

farmhand!abby is my fucking girl. can you just imagine her just spooning you, back from plowing the field and her body is just so exhausted, a lack of energy finds home over her restless body and all she wants is to hold you in her arms and she does. everything about makes her feel right at home but the. you’re like um no i need to see her pretty freckled face and those gorgeous blue eyes, even if you love the way her burly bicep is cradling your neck. throwing your leg over her strong waist, nothing but a shirt of hers and a pair of panties and the cool metal chills you to the bone — it’s not what you expect — but you welcome it with open arms. the welded home state on the buckle wedges into your high and abby grins when you slightly yelp, not expecting the intrusion. you cling onto her, arms thrown around her neck, pulling her closer. “you alright, darling?” but her grin is entirely mischievous. hoping to elicit such a reaction out of you, with sweet and sugary lips, pink as peaches, finding the apple of your cheeks before she makes her way to your mouth, locking your lips in hers until your minty breath is saturating her tongue. simply, you can’t get over how delicious the oversized buckle feels against your skin and instantly your mind drifts to where else it could feel this good. “of course i am, abs. nothing a sweet girl like me can’t handle.”

[pmd-explorersofspace]

Chester and Ray

[lotus-pear]

NEW MAYOI CARDDDDS MADE ME SILLY THEY CANONICALLY HAVE GIRLS NIGHT SLEEPOVERS IM SOBBING UEUEUUEUEUE

[ichosetenderplaces]

II : In Your Wake Only Blood and Bones

Part 2 : Feel No Fear Before the Multitude of Men Requested By: @lissthatskiss Ares!Technoblade x HalfNymph!Reader

Recommended Listening: Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier and Vulture Culture by Fangclub Words: 1.4k Taglist: @lissthatskiss @segnoblade @wingedghostpepper

Technoblade was a bored man. Well, not man per say. Though, it is a funny thought that those mortals think they can match him in skill. The smarter ones pray to him for protection in their battles and while, most of the time, he does not indulge them, he has been feeling bored with even those fools as a way to pass the time. The mortals have constructed an arena in his name and he presides over it for the free entertainment for when he is well and truly bored. He has not checked up on the arena these mortals have declared is his in quite some time.

“Heh?” Technoblade says in surprise. 

There seems to be a woman fighter with one of the most beautiful forms of fighting he has seen in quite some time. It is not uncommon for women to fight in his army. His brothers, annoying as they are, were not the only ones to join him in war. Looking closer, he realizes the woman is barely paying any attention! She is cutting down the man in front of her with a glazed out look in her eye. 

She seems to be a veteran of his arena. A fighter of that caliber going unnoticed by his attention is inexcusable. This arena is a far cry from the best he’s ever seen. Though, they do seem to treat her better than most of the other fighters in this pit. After disguising himself as a mortal man, he begins to make a circuit around the place. They serve her barely enough food, douse her in dirty water to “clean” her, and then she is dragged to her cell. That look in her eye remains all the same.

There is something about her that screams of rivers, mountains, and fields. 

“Hmm, she must be at least part nymph. Though, it is not enough for the mortals to pick up on.” Technoblade mutters to himself. 

You have thoroughly captured his attention. Bored no longer, he eagerly awaits your next fight. 

Technoblade has never taken much interest in mortals. While he has come across those of whom that slightly impress him, he’s never found one of your strengths. To be able to fight completely on auto pilot. Barely giving any attention to the fellow fighters you cut down without mercy. The blood you spill, the hatred you feel for those who keep you there - it fills him with the strength of a thousand. 

He knows he is not your god. You have the markings of Artemis, but they have faded. It seems you no longer worship her. All the better for him. Though, he cannot make such an important decision, to bring you under his godhood, lightly. He will need to see more of the strength you hold. See you actually try during a fight. If the whispers he has heard around this arena are any indication, it seems your owners are orchestrating your “final” fight - one that is designed for you to lose. 

“Perhaps I could get her to devote herself to me. One divine blessing certainly couldn’t hurt. She will not be allowed to win unless I step in. Hmm, a talk with Lady Kristin is in order.” 

The domain of the Keres are ever changing. They slip between war torn villages, battlefields, and gruesome epidemics. But, being the God he is, they are more than easy to find. Technoblade has been well acquainted with these goddesses since he first entered godhood, perhaps even before then. There is one Keres, however, that presides over them all. Lady Kristin. It is a good thing that they have been friends for a very long time. For what he is about to ask of her would not be accepted if they were not old friends. 

Arriving in her domain, he is immediately hit with the image of Lady Kristin atop her throne of thorns and bones. At her right side is one of the oldest and most loyal of her servants - Philza. 

“Techno! It has been quite some time since you last visited us.” Kristin greets him excitedly. The Keres are always quite fond of him, for the wars he causes empower their divinity.  They feed on the bloodshed and death he causes, their existence goes hand in hand. However, Kristen is more than just any Keres. She guides those who die a violent death into the underworld - a fate he is trying to stop you from suffering. 

“My apologies. I have found myself a bit bored lately. I thought a visit between friends could break my boredom.” Technoblade drawls. While he did come here to get Kristen to leave your soul to him, he has missed his friends. Kirstin laughs, “You hardly ever crawl out of that domain of yours unless it's for war, or something equally exciting. Not that I’m not happy with you here.” Kristen has always had a way to see through his bluster. For all that he is proud of who he has become, he will never be a people person. He is the epitome of bloodlust, after all. 

“Yeah mate, we usually have to visit after one of your battles.” Philza speaks up from beside the throne. Technoblade tries to defend his poor social life, “Well, I am a busy man.” Kristin and Philza laugh. “You did just tell us that you’ve been feeling bored. A “busy” god such as yourself rarely make time for social calls, Techno.” Kristin speaks with words full of mirth, and at his expense. 

Feeling a slight bit attacked, Technoblade quickly switches the subject. “Well, I am here to ask a small favor, on top of getting to see my dear friends.” Technoblade is not a man who asks for favors. To do so, in his mind, implies weakness. But, he has known these two for nearly his entire time as a god. They will not prey on his weakness, this he is sure of. 

 “Oh, a favor?” Kristen is quickly intrigued, as is her loyal crow. “You almost never ask us for favors, Tech. Certainly not since that time in the Trojan war.” 

“Well, you see, there is a mortal woman who has caught my attention. Her swordsmanship is truly magnificent and she hardly has to think while fighting against her opponents. I fear she will have the odds stacked against her in an upcoming fight. I ask of you to not take her soul.” Technoblade explains. Kristin and Phil quickly exchange surprised and startled glances. “You have not expressed any interest in mortals outside of their wars, what could have possibly brought this on?” Kristen asks, Phil still standing there trying to process such an unlikely request from his oldest friend. 

“They have not engaged in any, truly, invigorating fights. Their meagre wars no longer sate my desire for warfare. Something to keep my attention is badly needed. This boredom is akin to the feeling I had before the war I started with Kronos and his potatoes.” Technoblade explains. Kristin and Phil both pale. That war had lasted centuries and they barely ever got to see their friend, let alone feed on his exploits. “Well, we can certainly help with that. I will appoint Phil to watch over her and give the order to leave her soul to you. I truly hope you will find what you are looking for in this mortal woman.” Kristen replied with enthusiasm. She has watched her friend keep himself at arms length with most of the other gods. Philza and her are the only ones to ever make him feel at such ease. To have another, someone closer, would truly make her excited for her friend. 

“I truly appreciate it, Kristin.” Technoblade says to her. “Let us know if you need any help with anything more, especially considering this lady.” Philza insisted. He knows his friend, perhaps better than anyone else, and knows he is not much of a converser. “I will, Phil, thank you.” “Anything for you, Techno.” The two chorused together. He could not ask for a better pair of divines in his corner. 

After saying goodbye, Technoblade arrives at his home on Mount Olympus. His palace is large and rugged, a reflection of the god himself. The other gods avoid his domain like the plague - and his all the happier for it. Though, having some company to keep him preoccupied during his bouts of boredom would not be objectionable, not in the least.

[sapphiretanto]

More Post Season 5 2012 Leo Having No Filter

*At Murakami’s Restaurant*

Donnie: *grumbling and turns to Leo* Ugh. You know later, we’re going to have to take one of those forced happiness family photos that come in the restaurant’s tacky frame?

Leo: *scowling* Why are you so fucking negative all the time?

Karai and Raph: *snorting as they try to hide their smiles by looking down at their food*

Mikey: *outright laughing*

Donnie: *taken aback* I, uh— I don’t kn— uh, what?

[boba-pearl-writes]

1/2/25 - crown - word count: 279 - @rosekillermicrofic

It wasn’t often that Evan got time to himself amid classes, tests, and homework. When he did, though, he loved to read. He, like Regulus, mostly read classics, though he much preferred the ones with more substance to them rather than the ruminating ones that Regulus liked. 

Tonight, he sat curled up on a plush couch in the mostly empty Slytherin common room, Pandora opposite him in an armchair. He liked the quiet- it gave him time and space to think. 

The warm firelight danced on the pages of his book. It wasn’t too dark to read, but it was getting close. Soon, he’d have to cast a spell or something to see the words. But for now, everything was calm. 

Then, the door to the common room creaked open, and in came Barty.

“You two will not believe who I just saw,” he said, grinning widely. He plopped down next to Evan on the couch and laced their fingers together. “Potter! With Reg! On the astronomy tower!” Barty announced triumphantly, as if he’d made a great discovery. 

“Barty, we already know Reg has a-“ Pandora started, but Barty interrupted again. 

“Snogging! I caught them snogging!” he said, and Pandora and Evan’s jaws dropped in unison. Pandora and Barty started talking to each other in excited, loud voices about Potter and Regulus and what might come from it and what it might mean. 

Evan smiled at their chatter and dropped his head onto Barty’s shoulder. Barty pressed a kiss on the crown of his head like it was an instinctual reaction. 

Maybe Evan liked the silence, but he liked the loudness, fun and chaos Barty brought everywhere he went.

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Hotch: You're going to need to socialize

Reid: No I don't want to do that

Hotch: You could have a great time and meet some new people

Reid running away: No no no no

[mrmeepsmadmind]

soundwave having to be co leader of the decepticons with shockwave while megatron is fucking frozen somewhere & he's forced to keep giving out commands to crazy people he doesn't like bcs they aren't just his cassettes

oh he's so upset ...

[helixhaus]

I saw this edit by mint syrup on tiktok and was sucked in, so I sent these messages to @foxesfromfall . What if Rosa, Eddie, and Alex were cousins and they were in the periphery of each other’s lives?

[olessan-lokenosse]

1 decade of Flight Rising

As of the time of posting, my account is exactly 10 years old...

[lazyyogi]

We also live outside of our body because we may have learned to relate to other people in that way, by coming forward toward them, by projecting ourselves, our energy, outward toward the other person.

This may even be intensified in our increasingly digital world, where we attempt to connect with each other through the screens of our digital devices.

Although we may feel that this outward projection brings us closer to the other person, this pattern of leaving our own body to make contact actually diminishes our ability to truly connect with them.

Our capacity for genuine contact and our ability to respond with love, understanding, and pleasure, as well as to see, hear, and touch another person is based on our degree of internal contact with our own body.

Judith Blackstone

[qoldenskies]

So Donnie essentially is all bark? With very little bite.

Canon Donnie.

I MEAN HE'S GOT BITE he can certainly do some dangerous insane shit, but i dont think he's as wild and aggressive as he tries to let on. it's pretty obvious the "bad boy persona" thing is bs but i also think a lot of that murderous intent is not backed up by the way that he acts, because the second he gets pushback he starts crying and shitting himself 😭😭😭

[halcyon-deluxe]

what do you value most in someone?

At *least* a 2x resistance to ground type attacks. My last partner died due to a 4x weakness to earthquake and it gave me SUCH an ick :/ likeeeee I haaaaate it when my partner gets one-shot by earthquake spammers. its such a turn off.

[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

whenever Aleksander and Alina are doing ~things~ in the trilogy(winter fete make out scene in s&b, dream make out scene in s&s, name reveal in r&r) they're BOTH always in a physical position where it would be impossible to lie about/hide how much they want each other even without the presence of their otherworldly paranormal soulmatecore tether. If Aleksander were a thousand year old well practiced seducer who only wanted to manipulate Alina, wouldn't he AT LEAST move himself out of that revealing position instead of manuevering himself to the point where it's impossible to LIE abt wanting her even if he wanted to. In this essay I will-

[brainrotcharacters]

"not what I expected behind the anger" speak for yourself kalbo I knew his psyche was this quiet