#land of opposites and frogs

[ignoremeow]

GUYS HELP! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THEM FOR AGES, BUT NOW I CAN'T?? (it's literally the only reason I have this app).

[factual-fantasy]

I realized we know the least about the river person in ya au.

Care to remedy that?

Well to be honest.. not a whole lot has changed about her. I keep forgetting she exists and I don't have a lot of ideas for how she could interact with the group..

Though speaking of her, recently I tried to dig into her character a little more and I started by making a redesign for her. Although its only the first pass and Isn't official yet-

And despite my attempts, for now her story and character is still relatively the same..

She was just a lonely boat keeper. She would come home from her shifts to a gloomy house where no one was waiting for her. No family, no friends.. no pets or hobbies.. she didn't really have anything going on except for running the boat. And to be honest.. she was kind'a okay with that in a way. She just accepted that this was her life, and this is how she lives. And its not like she had no joy in her life. Her joy came from running the boat.

She would take all kinds of people down the river, and they would talk to her. They would tell her wonderful things. The children would talk about their hopes and dreams. What they wanted to be when they grew up.. what their favorite food was. They'd tell her about that crazy looking frog they saw on the way here.

The elderly would tell her stories of all the places they'd been and all the things they'd seen. And even if they didn't talk to her directly.. she still overheard some interesting conversations. The young couples would talk about what they were planning on naming their first child. They would talk about what they wanted their house to look like and how many pets they wanted to have.

And sometimes the people on the boat didn't talk at all. Sometimes they looked sad and wouldn't look up from their feet.. So she would sing to them. And when they got off she would tell them "I hope you're day gets better. I enjoyed your company." And the few times she got a smile back made it all worth it.

She put her value of herself and her life on the people around her. Transporting people from point A to point B and occasionally cheering people up.. was all the worth she really felt she had..

But then Jevil and his group came along for a boat ride. Half way down the river Jevil breaks out in a cold sweat and starts to shake. Somethings wrong.

"This world is about to end." The group perks up "What?"

Grabbing Seams sleeve beside him he says louder and frantically "THIS WORLD IS ENDING"

Jevil jumps up and makes a mirror below the water large enough to swallow the boat whole.

As they fall through the mirror, horrible soul breaking sounds can be heard as that timeline collapses in on itself.

The boat probably landed in a snowdin somewhere.. or maybe another waterfall? Or maybe in a dark world.. where ever it landed, Jevil was looking the group over when he saw River Person..

"Where.. am I?"

He had done it again. Ripped someone out of its AU just as it was dying...

I intended for River person to have some kind of survivors guilt. Thinking her life had no real value and that anyone else in her AU deserved to have been saved in her place. Almost the opposite of Grillby.

Grillby hates Jevil becuase he valued his life and lost everything he held dear.. River Person doesn't hate Jevil for saving her at all. She's not sad about losing her life becuase she never really had one.. She's just grieving for all those people who died and wishes any of them could have been saved in her place.

The guilt really eats her up inside..

[naisilla]

Pairing: Rhaast x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You played a game of cat and mouse with Rhaast.

Additional tags: Rape/Non-con, Doggy style, Unedited, Loosing virginity, size kink, scissor straddle

Your lungs were hot, and huffing out shallow and noisy breaths. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you made swift strides through the woods.

The branches of the abundant trees were reaching for you, catching onto your skin and clothes decorating them with cuts and tears. The stinging sensation made you flinch but the heavy pursuing footsteps behind you pushed you to make haste.

There was no sense of direction you were heading at this point you were lost as the woods around you only got more darker and foreboding. You'd rather throw yourself into that dark unknown than be caught by the demon.

Flashes of the recent past were burned into your mind, there was so much blood, so much carnage. There were horrible screams of agony being drowned out by deep cackling.

You remember the fire, how it spread and ate all the houses in the village. How the flames grew tall and hungry, licking the sky in insatiable craving. The smoke was thick and black, it hung over the sky like a heavy blanket, blocking out the evening sky.

And in the smoke were red eyes that looked upon the destruction with revel. Your village had become a massacre to this demon. Your heart clenched in the torment of losing your home and possibly your family. But the terror gripped your heart tighter.

You were the remaining soul left to be slain and you were in plain sight of the predator. Whimpering you turn on your feet and sprint into the surrounding Ionian woods.

And so here you were stumbling and rushing between the densely packed woods. But no matter how fast or nimble you tried to be those heavy footsteps not only followed you, but they were gaining.

"Shit shit shit" you hiss realizing how thin of a thread your life was hanging onto, running wasn't going to cut it, you needed to outsmart it instead.

You drop to the floor, your elbows absorbing the shock of being landed and begin to crawl under the forest brush. Unfortunately, the brush around you was all studded with thorns. You tucked your chin into your collar and screwed your eyes shut praying your eyelids won't be torn open.

You tuck yourself underneath the bush, cramming your body as far back as you can imagine. Thorns have dug into your body and dragged against your skin as you pulled yourself into the brush.

Your heart continued to hammer against your chest, the thrumming of blood pumping deafened your ears. It sounded like the chasing footsteps were coming from everywhere. You clamp a hand over your mouth restricting oxygen for the sake of being undetectable. Or so you prayed.

Your vision was restricted by the thick undergrowth, but the light that seeped through flickered indicating that something was moving nearby.

Those damned footsteps had slowed down into a stalking pace and you listened as they circled around you. Coming and going but gradually edging closer to your spot.

How long were you willing to stay under here? Thirty minutes? A few hours? Could you stay hunkered down here all night? You could already feel your body aching from being folded so unnaturally and the building pain of these thorns digging into your flesh was no ignorable matter.

The remaining light there was dimmed into the blackness of the night. The sound of frogs croaking and crickets chirping slowly began to fill the night. Your heart had calmed down a lot by then but the sense of fear never quite left your consciousness.

Surely now it was safe enough to try and emerge right? You could feel hunger starting to seep in and your many wounds needed to be seen too. Gingerly you start to crawl out of your hiding space wincing as the thorns drag in the opposite direction splitting out your skin even more. You could feel your damp clothes heat up as you bled into the fabric.

You had crawled about halfway out when the forest ambiance went silent. You freeze not liking the sudden change and turn your head looking around. It's too dark to make out anything, shadows seem to silently move among the darkness. You can't tell what is real and what a figment of your paranoia.

Something grabs your ankles and you let out a shrill scream as your dragged back through the bush and out the other side. You try to dig your nails into the earth to hold on but yowl as the force of being dragged pulls your nails away from your fingers.

You get dragged through then violently turned over onto your back and you finally get a look at what has been hunting you all night.

His sturdy physique loomed over you with pride, the cold moonlight brought definition to his sculpted musculature and made his red complexion glow. Clad to his form were plates of armor, hard and steely which contrasted to the traditional Ionian pants that were tied to his waist. His feet were hooved and crowned on his head were two horns that arched into a broken halo.

He leaned in close, bringing you towards his face as his maw studded in sharp teeth opened. A thick hot breath ruffles the hair stuck to your face in a sheen of sweat making you shudder.

The more time you study him the more details you notice, he was covered in blood and he casually leaned against his scythe. His weapon seemed to be made of red flesh, the long curved blade piercing through the meat tissue along with a row of serrated teeth. Jeweled with a glowing eyeball that twitched and swiveled. More blood dribbled from the scythe. The blood of your village.

Your eyes shoot back to the demonic face and your heart quivers in your chest. You were the final girl and now you were to pathetically die in the demon's hands. Your fingers claw into the arm that grips you in a possessive hold. There was no chance you could stand against this demon but you refused to die willingly, at least if you were to die it would be writing, squirming, fighting.

Hot tears shamelessly poured down your face as you tried to pry yourself from his hand. Your legs that dangled below kicked up and pushed against him while your arms banged, punched clawed at your captor. You let out a frustrated shrill screech as you forced yourself to convulse hoping his grip would give way.

In your pitiful attempts, the demon only laughed, his cackle rumbling through the dark forest and vibrating through you in its baritone. He sighs and peers at you amused before his grin falls. "You're boring me."

He brings his other hand towards you teasingly inching his outstretched claws toward your body. Your mind flashed with imagery of those long daggers digging into your flesh and pulling out your organs with ease.

They pause, teasingly grazing the skin of your arm...

"Rhaast".

Staring back fearful and confused you forced your voice out of your throat in a weak whimper. “W-what?”

"My name is Rhaast".

Your jaw clenched and you gulped down the lump in your throat as the thick tension suffocated you. “Why are you telling me this?” A returning grin carves itself onto Rhaast's face.

"So you'll know what to scream when I have my fun."

Immediately his claws slash at you, tearing away the remaining cloth that managed to cover you throughout your escape. The shredded remains fall to the ground exposing you to the darkin, the fresh cuts begin to weep blood that dribbled down your body. The darkin growls at the sight, chuckling as he peers at you.

"You look so delicious in red". Rhaast says dragging his hot tongue along your collar. You try to lean back pushing against Rhaast to make distance, to get away. Your head violently shakes begging for him to stop.

"Oh the things I can do with your body~" Rhaast's grip on you shifted as he handled you into different positions to inspect your body. You were starting to feel very exposed and self conscious of your body. Quickly you try to clamp your thighs shut and cover your chest making the Darkin laugh more in amusement.

Rhaast began to drag his claws across your body only light enough to graze the surface. "I could slice you in half" He says, making a motion across your torso. "Or I could crush your head in '' His hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers wrapping around and adding a slight pressure. "Or I could even claw your guts out" His gravelly voice taunts as he rakes his claws down your chest toward your belly.

"Why are you doing this?" your lip quivers "just kill me like you murdered my village."

Rhaast only threw his head back to laugh louder before drawing one claw along your jawline. "Oh you poor pathetic thing" He chuckles while he watches you squirm. You refuse to obey and submit.

More tears continued to run as the vivid imagery of your corpse in many different circumstances filled your mind. Rhaasts revelled in the pleasure he received through your distress. He was toying with you, he wanted to get a rise out of you and you were being accumulated to it. You couldn't take it anymore and snapped. "Please Rhaast just get it over with it!"

Suddenly you were slammed back into the forest floor, caged within Rhaats’s arms. “DAMMIT,” He growls, his body tensing as if he was internally fighting himself. His piercing red eyes striking down on you. “I have waited for eons to bathe this realm in blood! To take the pitiful existence of life from thousands! To be thrilled by their screams as I drive into their flesh!”

“But this body I’ve possessed still craves things I haven’t desired since I was a human. I want your flesh…but in a different way…”

Rhaast began to rutt his hips into yours snapping them hard and fast rhythmically. Shivers ran through you as his gravelly grunts blared over you, being painfully made aware of the rigid bulge that urgently poked towards your lower half seeking entrance.

You try to flip yourself over between being jerked by Rhaast's sloppy thrusts, clawing at the ground with bleeding nails to crawl away only to be hastily forced against the floor by a clawed hand on your back.

Letting out a whimper you crane your neck to glance behind at the Darkin letting out a sob as your eyes followed Rhaast's other hand lower towards his waist to fish inside the traditional Ionian pants he wore. Rhaast finally pulls out the thickest cock your virgin mind could ever imagine. It matched his red complexion with a dark purple tip and a corrugated pattern.

Your jaw drops as Rhaast's clenched fist guides it towards your exposed vulva, frantically thrashing wasn't an option as the hand on your back gripped you still. At the same time he looms over you baring his large chest onto your shoulders and bringing his face next to your ear.

His maw gapes open and his hot tongue returns to the back of your shoulder blade lapping your skin eagerly before his jaws clamp down onto your shoulder simultaneously synced with the unceremonious slamming of Rhaasts rigid cock inside.

An agonizing scream breaks from your mouth into the surrounding darkness of the forest. Your insides feel so invaded and stretched to the point of tearing as Rhaasts cock buries itself deep in your hole. Not even given a moment to adjust you can feel him retreat his shaft, each rigid segment dragging along your wall before he breaches back inside again. Releasing a low growl Rhaast jerked his hips again making his hips flush against your ass with a clap, more guttural snarls sputter from the Darkins teeth that lodge themselves into the flesh of your shoulder.

The speed of Rhaast's thrusts picks up and the brutality of his strength kicks in, the force makes you struggle to keep upright on your hands and knees. "Oh, how I've missed this" Rhaast grunts bringing his hands to snake around your torso to hold you up while he continues to rail into your helpless form. Your face wore a permanent grimace and after screaming in pain for so long your torn raw throat was in equal pain as your aching cunt.

The momentum of Rhaast slamming himself and your body jostling in reaction went on into the night, eventually your pussy grew numb to having such a large cock batter your velvet walls. You were able to take it without backlash, only discomfort. When would this end? How much more did you have to endure? This was so humiliating and shameful.

One of Rhaasts fingers began to roam down towards your leg, curling under it and using it as a hook to flip you onto your side while keeping your leg bent and raised. Yelping you are forced to now look at the monster as he drives into you from a new angle. His cock now hits and drags over a new spot making you clench out of reflex making the Darkin groan. "So tight" he grunts continuing to plow with renewed vigor, making squelching slaps that echoed in the chilly air. You clamp your lips shut from allowing a soft moan escape.

Cloudy puffs of hot breath mixed in the air between the both of you which you watched with half lidded eyes. Rhaast darkly chuckles "Finally got you to shut up huh?" you merely look at him weakly before diverting your eyes down to where your bodies met. The sight was unreal as you watched such a giant dick disappear into your hole, the size difference between the both of you were durastic Rhaast practically doubled your height so by assumption the size of his cock was twice the times of an average human and here it was being crushed inside your tiny hole passing through and expanding once inside to the resistance of your gummy walls.

It was beggining to twitch and squirm inside of you the prehensilness of it continuing to stroke you over that spot over and over again. That moan you were holding back is let go. "How pathetic, your so tiny and fragile." The wet slapping grew more raucous, each impact of his cock invading your insides making your soft curves and tits forcibly bounce with a rippling effect. Seeing you like this only made Rhaast impossibly more rigid. "Look at how much you tremble its adorable watching you struggle to not break" His claws drag down your front, skin glistening the cold sweat.

You shiver, reminded of how brutal the Darkin is. He is a creature of blood shed and violence, the only reason you were the last survivor left was because he was using you like some toy. It was so wrong yet your mind grew foggy of how good this was beginning to feel. Rhaast watched your grimace melt and chuckled "Such a little whore I knew I could break you". You could only let out a lazy moan "Mmph" Rhaast throws his head back and laughs darkly.

He brings his face down to your body and begins to lick it again, his hot glossa from your navel upwards between the valley of your breasts. The hot trail in its wake exposed to the cold night air making you shiver and moan. "Such a delicious mortal" Rhaasts muses as he continues to nibble and lick your skin lavishing any cuts sloppily lapping up your blood. The sensation makes you squirm and your hands fly to those two grand horns in desperation, Rhaast groans his voice louder than before as his giant hands circle your waist. He begins to handle you moving your body up and down his length, your whole torso fitting in his palm.

Your abused cunt couldnt take all this stimulation and you begin to cry again gripping onto Rhaasts arm desperately and screaming his name. He only forces you to ride him more violently, making you take his length again and again. It feels so much hotter like Rhaasts cock itself is burning up, it contracts inside you and swells, throbbing hard before finally spilling hot ropes of cum.

It overflows your pussy and squirts out your hole onto both of your legs, more and more loads continuing to spill out in a creamy mess. Rhaast lets out a sigh of relief finally letting you go, his cock audibly popping out of your cunt flicking some slickness and a string of his seed connecting the both of you.

You fall to your knees before they buckle under from you and you pathetically collapse back onto the forest floor while the darkin towers over you, chuckling darkly once more. He leans to the side and picks up his scythe he had leaning against a tree this whole time. You stare at the blade trembling from both being used and from the fear of the danger before you.

"That was fun little human. I'll give you ten seconds to run" Rhaasts says slinging the scythe over his shoulder casually. You sob but force yourself back onto your quivering legs and begin to stagger away, desperate to escape from this game of cat and mouse. But it isn't long before your adrenaline fails you...

A/N: My second smut....yay. what is this a darkin collection??

[abravesoul03]

Blue Plush & Cotton Candy.

BEBE Tatter X Fem reader

A/N: THIS IS JUST FLUFFY AS HELL BYE-

"Ahh that ride was so fun y/n-ah~" Taeyoung held your hand thightly as you both got down from the ride.

"oh wasn't it scary? Cause I thought I heard someone screaming her lungs out?" You teased her trying get a reaction from her.

"Yah!! I didn't. Whatever, what's the next-" She blushed a little. Pulling you to the next ride, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks her eyes fixated on something in the opposite of you both.

Your eyes followed her gaze as you found out the cause of her sudden halt.

It was a little girl about 5 years old you would say, she was holding a big baby blue bear plushie. Taeyoung's eyes were basically heart shaped staring longingly.

You remember seeing the exact same bear at a carnival game booth near the entrance when you both came in.

"Taetae, let's go." You grabbed her hand and marched towards that booth.

"h-huh? What? Where?" Taeyoung was confused.

As you reached the booth. "I'll win it for you my cutie~"

Her heart fluttered, as she stood there focused on your movements.

It was one of those ring toss games. The rules were simple, you'll get a pail full of rings and you had toss them on to the bottle. 3 rings in and you'll get the bear.

You gave the game master your last 2 tokens and got the pail full of rings. You aimed and tried your best but every time you tossed, it kept missing.

A few tosses later you were kinda starting to get frustrated, not even a single ring made it on to the bottle.

Taeyoung never really asks for anything, so the way she looked at the plushie made you determined to win it for her.

'cling~' "one ring in!"

The ring master shouted, you looked up to see the ring that you tossed had went in. You looked at your side to your girlfriend cheering you on.

"Come on jagi just 2 more rings, you can do it!"

You needed to win it. That bear was going to hers soon. You had do it. You flicked your wrist as the other ring fell into the bottle again.

"yes! Baby 1 more ring you can do it!!" Tatter exclaimed jumping in excitement.

"2 rings in! You have one more chance left ma'am." The game master said.

You looked at the last ring in your hand, mentally hoping it would land in the bottle.

For the last time you tossed it. It didn't make any noise, you slowly looked up.

"sorry ma'am that was only 2 rings in here's your price." The game master handed you a small frog plushie.

You turned to face Tatter with a pout. "I'm sorry, I saw how you eyed that blue bear plushie. I wanted to win it for you but this is what I got." You hung you head low as your reached out the green plush to your girlfriend. She immediately pulled you into her arms and kissed your forehead.

"y/n ah it's ok don't be sad, so what if you didn't win the bear? Yes I was eyeing that girl's plushie but this one is even better!!! Especially because my girl got it for me." She said taking the green plush from your hands.

"And besides I already have the best cuddle bear in the whole world Infront of me~ come on let's get some cotton candy~"

-THE END-

[another-heroine]

Sealed

For a long time I wanted to write some kind of fluff with Lariel (@the-raging-tempest 's oc) and Andrine, and finally it's about time!

I love playing inside Lariel's head because her mind reminds my own. And I love whimsical characters who do spacing out for a living. Thank you, Dolly!

CW: Bisexual Awakening

Summertime was about to end. It was not necessary to check out a calendar; Lariel could feel it with her eyes closed. The warmth breeze was starting to bring storms at dusk, and frogs sung happier around midnight.

She would be singing along if not for the strange feeling choking around her pale neck.

The last weeks were memorable. The Kingdom of Solovey indeed had fairytale vibes, with its orchards, diverse people and legendary tales. The Knight Commander had entrusted her to go there and get a complete report about their local ally, the queen Andrine. And all the years studying about court etiquette hadn't prepared the young emissary for such a heartwarming reception.

“Let me guess! Lariel Aldolnel, am I right? I was waiting for you. Welcome to our country!”

They all were kind. The queen's family at least. Her whimsical aunts cheered Lariel up every day, especially Amanita, the gnome one. Her mother seemed distant at first sight, but as the time went by, Lariel learned they both were very alike. And also, there was Fionnirel, member of the House Kaellin, though he renounced his titles because of his wife and daughter.

But like everything in life, that also would end. She was done with her duties and should head back to Drezen. Lariel should have bid her farewells two days ago, but asked the Knight Commander for a little while. She was packing her luggages, although her scattered belongings said otherwise.

Lariel leaned against the balustrade, watching the sunset. Some courtiers were walking in the royal gardens, pacing before the dusk rain could come down. A bucolic scenario she would like to take with her memories.

A melodic laughter called for her attention, making her heart skip a beat. Andrine was around, right there, talking to some of her companions. Lariel didn’t know why she felt so flushed and neither because her eyes sought for the queen's figure so eagerly. But for her surprise — or should it be a shock? —, Andrine was looking in her direction too. Just for a second, but under that golden gaze it seemed an eternity.

Lariel pursued her rosy lips and turned away. How embarrassing. The queen could think she was staring at her all that time like a maniac. Or worse!

Suddenly she shook her head. No, it was just babbling of her fears. The queen was kind, gentle and took care of her since the moment Lariel landed there. Even when she had fainted in the ball, and woke up surrounded by the castle's servants and the sovereign herself applying cold water on her forehead and wrists.

“Poor thing, it must be the weather. Drezen is much colder, you should not be used to the Stolen Lands’.”

Lariel didn’t remember what she said, but could recall Andrine opening a smile and giggling. She said reassurance words to her and, without second thoughts, kissed the back of her hand before leaving the room.

Sometimes Lariel caught herself caressing the kissed hand, like she was touched by a supernatural force. Like that act had sealed something magical inside her. And since then, every time Andrine met her around, she felt fire butterflies in her stomach.

But who was she but a foreigner courtier, living inside those strange walls for a while? As she left Solovey, Lariel was aware that probably the queen would forget her. And there was something inside her fighting senselessly against that fate, though it seemed the opposite.

The sorceress sighed heavily. May she not be forgotten as the softness left on the back of her hand.

[skylariumrose]

Lights! Camera! Action! It’s Movie AU time!

Codywan Style

It only took a decade, but I’m finally doing a AU of a favorite movie of mine, John Carter (2012), with a favorite ship, Codywan!

I’ve been working on it for about a year now, trying to get the style of the book and the movie to mesh and make a whole new story out of it that fits Cody and Obi-Wan perfectly. After all that I thought it needed some pomp and circumstance before its release.

So enjoy this snippet of Obi-Wan trying to figure out how to move on Mars for the first time, just like the movie, but with a twist 😉

Trying to not dwell on it, he focuses on the present. Here and now he could move. He had some provisions and he still had daylight. So with determination, Obi-Wan pulls his hat off his pack, loosens the drawstrings, and sets it firmly on his head.

I guess my next journey is happening sooner than I thought. And goes to stand.

Or that was the plan.

For no conceivable reason, when he stood, Obi-Wan was pushed forward as if a gust of wind was under him, and for a brief moment, the air was like water, leaving him buoyant as he moves through it.

Then he was hitting the dry lakebed roughly, cracking it under his weight. He tries again, but with similar results. Even pushing himself up was a struggle as he would skitter across the dirt when he did so.

At one moment he just lays on the ground for a matter of minutes, ire his only companion at that point, his hat perched precariously over his face.

After the twelfth trial, he lays down on his stomach and wonders how this area was playing strange antics upon his physique as he had kicked a rock and it had flown away from him like a bullet.

Perhaps being lighter would help with him being heavier, considering the opposite seems to be true currently.

Taking off his pack was a mistake, the worst possible, as he had gained new heights and distance. So they were needed, he thought sourly as he crawled back to his two bags.

After the eighteenth attempt, Obi-Wan has a mental list of do’s and don'ts.

He gets his feet under him, exerting the strength of his pinky, so that he can crouch. Then ever gently, he stands straight and unmoved. From there his gaze picks up a desolate island in the distance, the sun shining through the parted rock formation like a beacon.

Hopefully a beacon with shade.

Lifting his right leg in exaggerated fashion, as if he was wading through water, and moving like he was creeping through the halls of the orphanage, Obi-Wan walks on his tiptoes. It must make him look like a jester, but he was making progress.

Negligible progress though.

It would be nightfall by the time Obi-Wan made it there and he needed to be able to make camp before then.

Ever the scientist, he decides to add a bit more pressure, press down just a touch harder, to move a half a pace faster.

Then he’s leaping.

In light bounds, like a frog, Obi-Wan finds himself covering distance with ease and landing from his bounces with miraculously no issues! The short bursts of weightlessness, wind soft against his face, and the wonder of it all possesses him like a small child’s near endless joy.

Hope you enjoyed and stick around for more 😉

[melon2109]

Ok, so, I’ve seen so many people joke about how funny it is that Murph’s character’s greatest fear is a failing marriage. While I also find this funny, i just can’t help but notice that nobody is bringing up how terrifying that loss of autonomy must be.

Like, image if you went from a random ass frog in a random ass pond with all the normal frog concerns, like the constant fear of death by most things in the word. You have a human level of sentience, but you are forced to live as a frog. Shit. Sucks.

Suddenly, you’re in love. Even more suddenly, that love makes you a human. Not just any kind of human, but ROYALTY. Now, you’re never hungry, because there are feasts laid out just for you. Now, you’re never scared, because there are several people who would DIE for you. Now, you’re never lonely, because there is someone by your side that loved you enough to give you this perfect life. Everything is good….

Suddenly, you can’t look yourself in the eye because they’re on opposite sides of your head. There are talks of a spreading danger that threatens the lands and their people.

Suddenly, you’re throat swells up with air like a balloon. There’s an ever approaching army coming towards you.

Suddenly, you’re tongue elongates and snatches up a fly, making your wife scream. You sleep in your bed alone. The next day you’re nose is gone.

Gerard isn’t just losing his wife. He’s losing everything

[lowkeyrobin]

hey mcyt fans!! just need some duo/trio names and stuff (and ones I've made up/found) so lmk if you know any of these :( (cuts just here bc it'll bother me if not)

ranboo, tommy, tubbo, badlinu, billzo, & aimsey ; cricket crew

ranboo & badlinu ; dyeduo

karl, foolish & punz (and sapnap, with or without) ; snapback bros

foolish & punz ; himbros

tommy, tubbo, ranboo, & freddie ; handsome bros

tommy & tubbo ; clingy duo

ranboo, tommy & tubbo ; bench trio

foolish & punz ; himbros

tina & karl ; cartoon duo

niki & jack ; rocket duo

charlie & schlatt ; apple duo

ranboo & billzo ; bones duo

tubbo & billzo ; underscore duo

tommy, jack & freddie ; comedy show bros

tommy & freddie ; gradeschool duo (? gimme better suggestions)

tubbo & aimsey ; spring duo

ranboo & charlie ; cookie duo

niki & quackity ; vampire duo (like the streamer awards pic idk)

ranboo & aimsey ; glow duo

foolish & quackity ; ???

freddie & billzo ; gay uncles duo (like the family reunion stream yk? gimme better ideas)

tommy & charlie ; grime duo

tommy & billzo ; opposites duo (? if you have any better ideas lmk)

tommy & aimsey ; frog duo

tubbo & quackity ; cabinet duo

aimsey & billzo ; red duo

ranboo & tommy ; allium duo

tubbo & freddie ; dj duo (from the one tubbo video where they dj half the time and make some bangers 💀💀)

quackity & cellbit ; quackbit

tommy & quackity

foolish and bbh ; land duo

if you know any of these pls lmk! or if they don't have names, gimme some suggestions :)

[pttucker]

Despite the words, the eyes of the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint were still very mild. Then the terrible man's voice was heard. "So he is the one who beat you up?" Something the size of a frog was hanging upside down from the ceiling opposite the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint. It was Kyrgios Rodgraim. "Master." "Tell me. Is it this guy?" I was reminded of the nonsense I spoke to send Kyrgios to Murim. I was beat up by the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint's disciple. Kyrgios' handsome eyebrows curved and the aura of Electrification appeared around his entire body. "Was it all a lie?" I gulped and opened my mouth. "It wasn't completely a lie! In fact, I'm not on good terms with this guy. I was actually beaten up…" "You were just beaten up?" "Of course, I hit back…" It was a loophole in the system but I didn't lie because I had beaten up Yoo Joonghyuk in the Absolute Throne battle.

Dokja you are soooo lucky you don't have the master who goes around spanking people. Because you would definitely be getting spanked right about now.

"Oh yeah we definitely fought several months ago."

I do love Kyrgios' immediate attitude all "is this the punk who beat up my student?" It's kinda sweet. In a terrifying, grumpy sort of way. At least for all of about three seconds until he realizes Dokja was completely bullshitting him. 😂 What has this poor man ever done to deserve a student like Kim Dokja?

Oh man but I do love Kyrgios & Breaking the Sky Sword Saint's little ex-lovers spat over which of their disciples is better.

Be careful Dokja. If Kyrgios finds out that you hid in the grass until Joonghyuk came to rescue you like some sort of damsel in distress waiting for her knight in shining armor he will absolutely drag you back to Peace Land so that you can learn Electrification properly.

[unityrain24]

❅MCU Jotun Headcanons❅ 

in honor of @jotun-design-party by magpiemurder. I had been looking forward to this contest for several months, but i have not been able to do anything for it and i doubt i will magically be able to do something and submit it by the time the deadline roles around (which is in like less than a week). This makes me sad, especially since i was something i was actually looking forward to participating in (and for such a long time) :(.

but anyways. headcanons instead, i suppose:

(also these are not very organized so have fun with that)

while jotuns do have extremly low body temperatures, the "frost-bite" affect you see them inflict in Thor 2011 is not because of that. Instead, it is due to a residue on their skin (like poison dart frogs).

Unlike poison dart frogs, however, the residue doesn't just stay on their skin 24/7. Rather, it secretes out of their pores

When jotuns are young, it secretes automatically when they feel scared/threatened (or exhibit other strong emotions), but as they get older they learn how to control it and can do it on command (and also keep it from happening). (<- my reasoning for why loki's cloths froze and chipped away the first time but not the second)(sort of)

the blocky/chunky/heavy type architecture you see is because it is sturdy and can survive blizzards/other harsh elements

based off of what odin said in his monologue, jotunheim is "cold dark and barren," so the next few sort of are in line with that, but who know if he was actually telling the truth lol 

not a lot of biodiversity (and FAR less plants than animals) :/ (i actually think it'd be cool to have a frozen planet teeming with life, but again, prev reason...)

since it's hard for plants to grow in such cold/dark places (lack of sun, dirt/nurtients, nutrient flow, liquid water, etc), the only "normal" plants you see are in the north pole (which is warmer, and is sort of a tundra type biome)(most plants typically aren't even there year-round). Everywhere else, plants have to find other ways to survive. Since photosynthesis isn't really a viable option (though there are a rare few that do!), most plants either perform chemosynthesis (x) or are parasitic (x). This also means that lots of plants are a ghostly white, rather than green (no chlorophyll).

licehen is less common than here, but can be found on occasion (and can be eaten)

mushrooms are relatively common, however (and unlike our mushrooms, can survive alright in the cold)

There isn't really any liquid water (and what little is seasonal), yet there are still life in the frozen water. There is a species of fish that produces so much warmth that the ice around them melts, and they swim through their self-made streams (that freeze back up once they've left). These fish eat snow/ice algae and ice worms (the algae and worms are actually real things in real life btw) (x) (x)

I thought it was interesting in the film how it's such a cold planet but nothing seemed to have fur, just skin... perhaps there are furred creatures, though, and they simply live in other regions. Id say the south pole, maybe the north pole, and and/or an isolated bit of land ("continent") on the opposite side of the planet. Long wooly fur. Horns. These creatures evolved to be warm on the cold, and the creatures we saw in the film simply evolved to not need to be warm at all.

the clothing you see the jotnar wear in the Thor 2011 is not their usual wear, it is their wartime/battle clothing.

This is because even though they are no longer literally warring, odin's treaty (aka sentence to slow genocide) was a "war against their people." As such, the majority of the jotnar choose to wear the wartime clothing until they all die out (as sort of a statement against odin/asgard's colonialism/imperialism)

(also probably "honor" or other culture type situation)

War clothing components:

Shaved Head: The jotnar typically grow their hair out long in times of peace, but shave it when times of war arise. In some regions, it is only those that go to battle that shave it, but in other regions all people shave it

Loincloth: made from Frost Beast leather. While frost beast hide is blue, the process to turn it into leather gives it a green tone (and is also becomes more rubbery than our leather). The sewing pattern of the loincloth itself typically is what gives it creative design, rather than having added embroidery/beading/embossing/etc.

Misc Decorations:

small decorative pieces are stuck directly to the skin via freezing water or using sticky sap-like substances. The most common places for these decorations are the head, upper chest, and shoulders. These pieces serve no protective functions, save the ones that are used to cover the nipples of jotuns with breasts (just around the nipple and areola, not the full breast).

small bracers, pauldrons, and greaves are sometimes worn.

Never shoes, pants/bottoms, shirts/tops.

Clothing should be NON besides the loincloth, and armour should be minimal and mainly decorative.

Decorative pieces are typically also made of frost beast leather. Metal is not usually used on jotunheim, because it is far to cold to melt anything (and to actually start a fire that hot would cause massive environmental damage). The only metal typically used it mercury, because it has such a low melting point (-38.829° C/-37.892° F). Interestingly, leather and mercury (and ice) are the only materials used in war clothing, not bone, even though bone is used in non-wartime clothing.

Overall Scarcity of clothing: While the jotnar don't typically get cold, they do want protection from cutting winds, ice, and snow (blizzards are strong enough that the snow can cause cuts/"burns"). As such, having such scarcity of clothing is a statement of strength/bravery and used to deter the enemy. 

regular cloths cover more (to protect from the elements, not provide warmth). Leather, metal, fur, and fabric woven from wool are used. Bone and metal are also used. Typical colours would be the familiar green, dusty purple, grey/brown/black/white (fur colours), and some blue

piercings and gauging are popular, even though not always practical. Most popular places to pierce/gauge are the ears and nose.

Hair texture in the region where we visited in thor 2011 is typically smooth and silky (like lokis), but other hair textures (curly, coily) exist in different areas. All hair is typically raven-black, unless the jotun is albino (in which case, it would be white)

Unsure of:

i feel like jotuns would be carnivores, but at the same time i feel like loki would enjoy more vegetarian/pescatarian food options, so idk what to think :|

I feel like the casket of ancient winters would be taken straight from the core of the planet, and is super condensed ice and seiðr, and that's why taking it away ruined the planet

(but then that poses other questions, like why would they mine something and keep it as an artifact? were there warring tribes and they wanted to get ahead? did some foreign colonial/imperial power mine it and for their own gain and the jotuns only got it back later?)

also the other possibility is that the casket has to do with something of the passing of ancestors/powerful jotuns of the past and their seiðr or souls or smth is in it (and that would give more power to the "casket" part)

i actually i can think of a lot of things... but those are my main two for the casket

wait why are my indented bullet points not working anymore what!!! this was more neat-looking i swear

jotun breast milk does not have lactose. i will not elaborate.

ok those are all i can think of right now

(bonus loki-specific one: the reason he is so small was because his mom got stuck by lightning when she was pregnant)

[tavtiers]

Have you done analysis for Maid of Space?

The Maid of Space [symbols: flower, galaxy]

The Maid class has its basis in the handmaiden or lady-in-waiting. An example would be Joan of Arc.

The Space aspect’s main themes are creation and beginnings. You can find its official description here.

A Maid of Space is among those who alter physical existence. This is the “classpect group” they belong to. Members include: the Sylph, Maid, Bard, and Prince of Space/Time. These classes are all opposites or inverses of each other that alter the Space/Time dichotomy (physical existence). A description of classpect groupings can be found here.

The Maid of Space actively assists the Space aspect. Active classes tell themselves what to do and do so for their own benefit. They are more likely to stand up for themselves, but more likely to be cruel. Sylphs and Maids aid their aspect and everything it symbolizes or use it as a form of aid. Simplified, the Maid of Space is motivated by themselves to assist creation and beginnings.

In personality, the Maid of Space feels like something is holding them back and feels satisfied by the act of making something. Personality descriptions can be found here.

Their archetype is the Escapee Mother, defined by freedom, creation, and beginnings. Archetypes are explained here.

Their opposite is the Sylph of Time, who passively assists endings and destruction.

Their inverse is the Bard of Time, who passively destroys endings and destruction.

A classpect or “god tier” is an individual’s best self. All classpects go through a journey from unrealized, to struggle, to realized. When a character is unrealized, they neutrally exist as their inverse. On their struggle, they will wildly flip back and forth between their inverse and true classpect. In their worst moments they will act as their inverse, in their best their true classpect. When realized, they will stabilize as their true classpect. They will still have room to grow, but will become happier, more successful people.

This means that the Maid of Space begins life motivated by others to destroy endings and destruction. When their struggle arrives and they are at their worst, they will continue this behavior in negative extremes. However, when at their best, they will find purpose in instead assisting creation and beginnings for themselves. When realized, they will stabilize and continue to assist the Space aspect actively, in a positive way.

They share their archetype with the Sylph of Breath, the Mother Escapee.

The Maid of Space would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Underground [Maid] and Frogs [Space Aspect]. An example would be the Land of Sapphire and Frogs. An explanation of planet naming conventions can be found here.

Two possible gods, or denizens, to reign over their planet would be Echidna (Mother of Monsters) or Demeter (Goddess of Grain). Other Space aspect denizens can be found here.

When the Maid of Space completes their planet quests and dies on their quest bed, they would rise to ascension on the wings of hummingbirds (symbols of eternity). A list of soul animals can be found here.

The characters that I have currently classpected as Maids of Space are: Porrim Maryam from Homestuck [canon example], The Dolorosa from Homestuck [canon example], Beyoncé from Ke$hastuck, Bianca Davri from Dragon Age, Danny the Street from Doom Patrol, Lady Rainicorn from Adventure Time, and Mary from Christianity.

If any of the links not connected to my blog break, the content can be found on my Google Drive.

Official Aspect Descriptions Personality Descriptions Aspect Denizens

[jay-marti]

[Carnage rages through the city as an explosion rocks a city block]

[Dancing through the chaos two combatants trade sword strikes, parrying blows, although one clearly has an advantage]

Lorelai: “Prepare to meet the wrath of a true hero!” [She swings an ornate long sword wildly, each strike being parried, this does not dampen her spirit]

Megumi: “Give me a break.” [The Ten Shadows Sorcerer blocks the barrage with a double sided simple blade, catching his less battle hardened opponent once more and delivering a true strike with his free hand]

Lorelai: [The Cursed Energy infused punch sends Lorelai flying back through the air, but her launch is halted prematurely by a large bioluminescent Manta Ray flying through the air, acting as a magic carpet for the Augment Inscribed] “You’re not getting away that easily!”

Megumi: [“She’s tough, I need to create some separation”] “Rabbit Escape!” [Fushiguro weaves a handsign in the shape of a Rabbit, following which many hundreds of lagomorphs clot the street and push the sorcerer away from Lorelai]

Lorelai: “Two can play at the Bunny game!” [She grins as a troupe of Anthropomorphic Bunnies clad in ninja robes appear from behind Lori, all drawing their various weapons and tearing through the horde of shikigami]

Megumi: [The trail of rabbits has lead into the entrance of an abandoned movie theater, where a small muffle comes from Fushiguro]

Lorelai: [Her squad thinning the ranks of the ten shadows, Lorelai makes her play, the Devil Ray charging through the remains of rabbit escape and into the lobby when]

Megumi: “NOW!” [Divine Dog Totality leaps from Megumi’s side and tears through the Ray causing it to disappear from right under Lorelai’s feet, she goes tumbling across the floor]

Lorelai: [The Augment inscribed slowly rises to her feet, fixing herself a bit before making eye contact with her enemy] “wha-“ [she gasps suddenly]

Megumi: [The Ten Shadows user’s hands are clasped together] “Domain Expansion:” [Shadow engulfs the theater as a black liquid covers the floor] “Chimera Shadow Garden!” [An army of frogs begin to emerge from the ground, swiping at Lorelai]

Lorelai: “This is like-“ [She’s cut off as she’s struck in the back]

Megumi: [Megumi emerges from behind Lorelai, striking her with another heavy cursed energy infused punch]

Lorelai: [“This guy’s tough! If I’m gonna beat him I need to get out of these shadows…” Lorelai stands still for a moment, waiting…]

Megumi: [In an instant Fushiguro pops out once again to land a powerful strike when…]

Lorelai: [“NOW” The moment Lorelai notices Megumi, A dream bubble expanded out from her hands, engulfing the both of them]

Megumi: [Megumi stumbles to his feet, he sees around him a large flat square floor, like the ring in an old martial arts anime, completely devoid of anything that could cast a shadow, excluding himself and Lorelai, “This Domain is something on another level, maybe even one that could rival Gojo’s!”]

Lorelai: [Lorelai stands opposite of Megumi, she smiles, supremely confident in her maneuver “So how are we gonna do this, well it may be a bit cliché, but let’s bring out a classic” Lorelai presses her hand to the floor and under her grows a titanic mass of chocolate and burnt marshmallow, it roars deeply and towers over Megumi, Lorelai standing on its head] “SAY HELLO TO THE END” [She yells out from the top of Graham’s head]

Megumi: [He looks in dismay and pain at what has transpired, he gave his everything and yet he was in a losing situation, he thought of what was at stake and what his role was in this world, he sighed and grinned at Lorelai] “I agree.” [He clasps his hands in front of himself as if he were steering a wheel, cursed energy swelling] “With this Treasure, I summon, [A large beast begins to unfold behind him as a small legion of frogs and dogs stand before the ritual] “Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General, Mahoraga.” [The Grotesque Angelic Shikigami stands behind Megumi] “Goodbye.” [Megumi smiles before being belted out of the way by the Divine General which stares down the S’more Kaiju.]

Lorelai: “BRING IT ON!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[totkdaily]

Day 22: Briefly, the Depths

The minute I arrive in the Depths, I get immediately ambushed by skeletons and frogs, but fight them off.

I find a cairn with a ghostly figure atop it - the figure disappears in the camera viewfinder but the sword it holds seems free to take.

There are two Rito statues here too - I wonder if they point to anything? I may follow the trail a while, just while I'm down here. 

I lose the trail pretty quickly, but I do find a massive cairn, with three shadows atop it. There's a researcher staring at it, but other than appreciating the illumination of their campfire, I don't stop. This is a side jaunt, really. I should head back up to the surface soon.

I find another lightroot in a depression. Interesting - on the surface, we'd be under Lindor's Brow. Do hills there constitute valleys here?

There's an old mine working here - and inside I find the Tunic of Time. There's also plenty of Zonaite the miners missed. Lovely.

I run for almost a day in that endless dark. It's time to go, and other than using the Purah Pad I haven't found any way of getting back out of the Depths. At this point, it's likely faster to go to Woodland Stable via Lookout Landing anyway.

Almost the first thing I see as I arrive at the tower is two Rito in the air. It's been days since I left Rito Village, and it must be faster to fly than to run, or even to ride.

While I'm here, I might as well report to Purah. She believes there's a connection between the Princess and the Upheaval - obviously. She urges me to hurry onto the remaining regions, as well as visit Kakariko and their Zonai ruins, but I can't be everywhere at once. I have to choose one at a time, and hope that everyone else will manage until I get there. Goron first. That eruption worries me. 

Josha appears to be recruiting as well. She's talking to Tauro, head of the Zonai Research Team, who's heading out to Kakariko Village - though it seems like he'd rather be in the Depths. Josha's built a mural out of fragments, with some strange figure in the middle. The statue she found apparently is a trail of them, leading to a temple. I thought that might be how it worked. She thinks the figure in the centre is a Zonai - and maybe she's right. It's got ears like Rauru. 

She says if I follow the trail I might find mysterious power and clues to Princess Zelda. I can't help but feel like everyone's saying that the thing they want me to do will find the Princess, just so I'll do it. I just came from the Depths. I'll go again some other time. 

I buy up all the arrows in the Lookout Landing shop, give Hestu some Korok seeds and finish off the mini stable for Karson and Lester. Wortsworth points out a new bit of ruin to me - a stone tablet in ancient Hylean. His notes are in Kakariko Village, so he's heading there - the place is coming up a lot at the moment, but it's just nowhere near where I need to be right now. 

There's a Goron by the Lookout Landing gate - he's forgotten the way home. Maybe head towards the giant erupting mountain? The Goron, Kairo, says the mountain stopped erupting, which meant the lava cooled and new roads formed - but if it's not erupting, what's that spewing out of the top? Zorona is accompanying Kairo north - they mention they'll visit a bistro first. 

In the emergency shelter,  Jerrin is convinced she's being fired because she made a hole in the wall - and a creepy voice spoke through it. I'll take a look.

It's the horned statue that used to sit on the outskirts of Hateno Village. He was banished from there, first to a pond and then to here. He takes a heart from me, but gives it back when I ask. The deal is give him an essence for 100 rupees, and buy it back for 120 - but you can swap hearts for stamina. I'm fine. I don't care for him.

Jerrin has heard of the horned god, and says he is the goddess of light's opposite. Makes sense. I still don't care for him.

I sleep in the Lookout Landing bunker before heading out.

[colesstar]

Tell me about land of the stories

FUCK OKAU SO- (also read the tags :33)

theres these twins - Alex and Connor, their dad used to own a bookshop but then he died close to their birthday i think? Its been a while since ive last read the wishing spell which is a but sad. Their mums a nurse but obviously they dont get paid enough (still true now aswell !!) so they had to move into a smaller house. They have a grandmother too she’s important. OKAY SO ALEX - She’s like your smart kid who nobody likes because shes smart which is lowkey kinda sad i love her shes also canonically autistic because i said so btw. ANYWAYS uhm when she was younger her dad would be the one who told her stories to cheer her ip when she was bullied he was really sweet i love mr bailey. She likes fairy tales too brw and is also the type to get excited over encyclopaedias im just waffling but you get the jist

CONNER !! - He is on the opposite hes ig the “funny type” in class theyre in like sixth grade i think? Falls asleep in class yknow that kinda guy hes really sweet tho because despite that he’s sort of always thinking about the people around him that he loves like in An authors odyssey (fifth book i believe) when they travel into his short stories you see how hes got multiple characters based off of his mum and then you see him being happy for Alex whenever she’s genuinely happy its sweet honestly uhm this could be more comprehensible sorry its 1;19 rn

OKAY SO THE WISHING SPELL (book 1)

soo on their twelfth of thirteenth i cant remember birthday their grandma gives them an old fairy tale book, very sentimental the book was always read to the twins as kids when they visited their grandma its lime a happy place. ANYWAYS uhm alex accidentally falls into the book because its actually a MAGIC book and they land in the middle of a ROAD *dun dun DUNNN* in the woods they see a wanted sign for goldilocks i think or that happens later on in the book then they meet a GIANT FROG who they call Froggy i live him btw hence the name @froggysstar of my dead tlos blog. And they ask him if theres anyway homehe tells them about a journal he once found and they follow the journal essentially to find a way home. It tells them about the wishing spell which is made up of the “main objects” of ur famous fairytales because did i mention that theyre in the FAIRY TALE WORLD now. But the main characters of these fairytales are like royalty so that is NOT an easy task. The evil queen from sbow white is there she has a really interesting backstory. Thats like an overview theres more that happens theres six books and there is SO much more to the wishing spell i could talk about but my arms hirt so that is for ANOTHER DAY !!

also its getting too long if i said anything thay is actually INCORRECT please correct me

[jupitercometplus]

“Good job, B! You played so good!” You’re bouncing on your feet excitedly, unable to stop yourself from launching into Bradley’s arms as soon as you see him exit the locker room. 

His chest vibrates with laughter, his arm wrapped around your back as support. “Thank you, baby doll.”

Bradley sets you back down with several quick kisses to your cheek, though even as he straightens, his hands don’t leave your body, his fingers fiddling with the teal straps of your dress.

“I just can’t believe it!” You continue, eyes gleaming as you look up at Bradley. “You threw the ball and it went right past him! Like before he even blinked! And then Bob was like—” You mime a batting swing, “wham! But, oh my god, you—”

From behind you, Jake snorts. “I think you might be forgetting someone, sweetheart. Didn’t I do good too?”

Before you can respond, Bradley pulls you into his side instinctively, your face almost entirely hidden in his chest, and casts an impassive expression to his teammate. “Nope, you played average at best.”

Then he softens, tilting his chin down to look at you as he brushes a tender thumb over your cheekbone.

“C’mon, baby doll,” he coos, leading the two of you towards the exit. “Let’s go. No girl of mine is gonna be subjected to lookin’ at that ugly mug.”

“Hey!”

Jake’s squawk of offense hardly registers to Bradley, not when you're all giggly under his arm. You smell like caramel popcorn and funnel cake and Bradley can’t stop himself from dropping his head down to bury his nose in your hair for a moment.

“You feel like going out with the team?” Bradley throws his bag into the trunk when you both reach the Bronco, keeping his eyes trained on you so he doesn’t miss any potential signs of hesitance.

“Ooh, can we, B?” You light up at the suggestion. “That sounds like fun!”

“‘Course, baby doll.”

The bar is comfortably full when you and the team make your way inside. Everyone’s cheerful from the win, their energy making you giddy, and you’re speaking animatedly with the girls as a result. A cowboy hat is sitting pretty on your head — Bob had been the first to realize the “Western Night!” sign propped up at the front entrance and for whatever reason, Hangman had an abnormal amount of cowboy hats just laying in his car.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Jake cheers suddenly and draws everyone’s attention to a mechanical bull set up in the middle of the room.

The rest of the guys echo his cheers and Bradley’s already trying to figure out a way to convince you to give it a ride. You’d always been a bit of a wild card — the multiple occasions Bradley's had to wrangle you off of tabletops after one too many drinks was proof of that — but you’re a soft thing too, who makes Bradley hold extra still when you run into bunnies on campus and cried when he gifted you a stuffed frog he thought you’d like. 

“You wanna give it a try, honey?” He’s fiddling with the fabric of your dress, large hands splayed across your hips as you glance at the bull unsurely.

“I dunno…” You trail off. “Will you go first?”

Bradley couldn’t say no to your puppy dog eyes, even if he wanted to.

He lasts a respectable amount of time on the bull, shorter than Jake but longer than most of the other guys, and lands on his knees comfortably. You’d been cheering for him loudly the entire time, letting out cute little gasps every time he looked like he was slipping.

Bradley grins, plucking the cowboy hat from your head so it won't slip down and cover your eyes — which it had done several times over the night. “You ready to give it a go?”

“If you laugh at me, I’m gonna be really mad at you.”

Bradley can only watch in amusement as you hop onto the bull hesitantly, giving a shaky thumbs up to the employee operating it. The bull kick starts to life, moving in a slow, jerky circle, and your fingers cling to the saddle horn instinctively. The machine shudders to a stop and you stumble forward, before it suddenly increases its speed in the opposite direction.

“Oh my god!” You squeak, closing your eyes tightly as the bull bucks you around with more force. “Please turn it off, I changed my—”

Your grip on the saddle slips right as the bull jerks to the left and you fly off it with a scream. The bar erupts with cheers and the amount of time you lasted gets called out on a microphone along with your name — luckily, it seems that no one else is finding your first bull riding attempt even half as embarrassing as you are. You don’t open your eyes until you feel a strong arm wrapping around you and picking you up.

“You did good, baby doll,” Bradley gets you both over the barricade as you cling to him with your ankles crossed at the base of his spin.

You shoot your boyfriend a glare. “I lasted 5 seconds, Bradley. And I hurt my knees!”

During your fall, your knees had briefly skid across the bounce house-like material that padded the floor. Your skin is perfectly fine, not torn up in the slightest, but it still stings!

“Quit your pouting, baby. You just want me to feel bad so I let you sit on my lap for the rest of the night and get you those fruity drinks you like, don’t you?”

You’re quiet for a moment, before looking at Bradley through your lashes. “...And kisses too please.”

Bradley carries you to a more secluded corner of the bar, plopping you down in one of the vinyl booths before squishing your cheeks between his forefinger and thumb. He presses repeated kisses to your puckered lips with exaggerated “mwah” sounds and then drops down to press a gentle kiss to each of your kneecaps.

“There. All better, sweetness?” Bradley smirks when you nod, your head lifting to look up at him as he rises. “Good, I’ll go get you a Shirley temple.”

You watch as he turns to leave, only able to blink owlishly, before suddenly remembering something and calling out to him when he’s a foot or two away, “With—”

“An extra cherry, I know.” Bradley throws over his shoulder.

You wait until he’s a few more feet away before you start giggling to yourself, covering your face with your hands to muffle your flustered, love sick squeal.

[zahramorningstar]

Abraxas is the sun, and at the same time

the eternally sucking gorge of the void,

the belittling and dismembering devil.

The power of Abraxas is twofold; but ye see it not, because for your eyes the warring opposites of this power are extinguished.

What the god-sun speaketh is life.

What the devil speaketh is death.

But Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and acursed word which is life and death at the same time.

Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness, in the same word and in the same act.

Wherefore is Abraxas terrible.

It is splendid as the lion in the instant he striketh down his victim.

It is beautiful as a day of spring.

It is the great Pan himself and also the small one. It is Priapos.

It is the monster of the under-world, a thousand

armed polyp, coiled knot of winged serpents, frenzy.

It is the hermaphrodite of the earliest beginning.

It is the lord of the toads and frogs, which live in the water and go up on the land, whose chorus ascendeth at noon and at midnight.

It is abundance that seeketh union with emptiness.

It is holy begetting.

It is love and love's murder.

It is the saint and his betrayer.

It is the brightest light of day and the darkest night of madness.

To look upon it, is blindness.

To know it, is sickness.

To worship it, is death.

To fear it, is wisdom.

To resist it not, is redemption.

God dwelleth behind the sun, the devil behind the night. What god bringeth forth out of the light the devil sucketh into the night.

But Abraxas is the world, it's becoming and its passing.

Upon every gift that cometh from the god-sun the devil layeth his curse.

Everything that ye entreat from the god-sun begetteth a deed of the devil.

Everything that ye create with the god-sun giveth effective power to the devil.

That is terrible Abraxas.

It is the mightiest creature, and in it the creature is afraid of itself.

It is the manifest opposition of creatura to the pleroma and its nothingness.

It is the son's horror of the Mother.

It is the Mother's love for the Son.

It is the delight of the earth and the cruelty of the heavens.

Before its countenance man becometh like stone.

Before it there is no question and no reply.

It is the life of creatura.

It is the operation of distinctiveness.

It is the love of man.

It is the speech of man.

It is the appearance and the shadow of man.

It is illusory reality.

Seven Sermons - Carl G Jung

‘The bird struggles out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever wants to be born, must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God’s name is Abraxas’ —

Demian, Herman Hesse