#memory-mirror

[maliciouscigarette]

Art by giganticbuddha (here's their ko-fi)

[lilisettean]

Hot Steam | Xavier/Reader

About: What started as a nice soak in the hot springs with Xavier turned into something more...

Pairing: Xavier/Reader

Notes: I don't have the memory Kind Words for Xavier itself so idk what goes on in that scene but the art itself made me go . I need him I need to write him and mc in the hot springs.

AO3: Read here!

Warnings: Age 18+ only please. Enjoy :)

“This was not what I had in mind when you told me to come sit closer.”

You said, doing your best to look him in the eye and not let your eyes wander down further. But he did not extend the same courtesy to you.

“Then what did you have in mind?” Xavier asked as he toyed with the towel that was stubbornly wrapped around your body. He had complained about you sitting too far away from him while in the hot spring beforehand and caught you off guard when you scooted closer, grabbing and lifting you by the waist and then plopping you down onto his lap. While you didn’t mind the closeness of it all, something about being skin to skin and almost naked made you feel… exposed.

It didn’t help that his hand was still on your waist, resting at the small of your back. How easy would it for him to slide his hand down further and slip it under the flimsy towel–

A sudden kiss to your bare shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts. He was staring up at you, his eyes dark and intense. He didn’t care your breasts were pressed against him, the towel shielding your form from him barely holding on. 

Or maybe he did care, since you could suddenly feel something poking at your thigh.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, his expression unchanging despite knowing you could feel his growing problem under you.

“What do you think?” You retorted as calmly as possible. You thought it was impossible to feel yourself grow even hotter, being in a hot spring and all. But you did, his touch planting seeds of desire under your skin. Especially when he hooked his fingers onto the hem of your towel.

You nodded when he looked toward you for permission. And with one smooth motion, the fabric that protected you from the world, from his dark, predatory gaze, fell around you and sunk into the hot spring. 

The soft sigh he let out then broke the peaceful silence of the hot spring, his hot breath fanning your exposed breast. Lifting his hand out of the water, he dragged a finger against the round of your right breast, as though committing the sight before him to memory.

“You’re so beautiful.” Xavier breathed out, before pulling you down to a kiss. It felt tender at first, gentle like he was to you. But as seconds ticked by, the kiss grew more intense, headier, with him palming your breast and thumbing over your pert nipple as his other hand drew you closer to him. 

And then, you felt it. You gasped as he pulled you flush against his hardness. The soft cotton fabric brushed past your clit and his clothed tip pushed insistently against your entrance. Taking advantage of your surprise, he slipped his tongue past your lips and deepened the kiss, slowly grinding himself up and down your heat.

“I don’t— I don’t think we should do this here.” You said, breathless after parting from his lips. His hands were incredibly distracting, wandering about and teasing you. But that was nothing compared to his hardened cock resting between your folds, throbbing every now and then to remind you of your shared predicament.

“You’re right. Shall we head back inside?” 

Before you could climb off his lap however, he slipped an arm under you and lifted you, hauling you up to his shoulder with one arm. 

Like a prize won by a successful hunter.

“Wait– I can walk–”

“No.” Xavier said, carrying up and into the room you booked, suddenly glad that you opted for a private hot spring instead. He gently laid you down on the bed before climbing on top of you, his piercing gaze never leaving you once. 

“What kind of hunter would I be if I let my prize go?”

[celine-song]

It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible…

Solaris (1972) / Mirror (1975) / Nostalgia (1983) / The Sacrifice (1986) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

[dazesanddoodles]

rip stu you would have loved saying "chat is this real" in inappropriate settings

[kippdipp]

I beheld the wretch - the miserable monster whom I had created.

[astrolavas]

he'll figure it out—

[oldshrewsburyian]

You can write on England, but what was written before keeps showing through, inscribed on the rocks and carried on floodwater, surfacing from deep cold wells. It's not just the saints and martyrs who claim the country, it's those who came before them: the dwarves dug into ditches, the sprites who sing in the breeze, the demons bricked into culverts and buried under bridges; the bones under your floor.

The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel

[wario-land]

Game Boy Advance's All Stars in...

SUPER SMASH BROS. ADVANCE

A concept idea made by me, because i love GBA and it's various games

[ulrikkedraws]

I wanted to do a little self indulgent project and make some charm designs for the heroines of some of the otome games I have played, so here are the first four designs I did!!

[pharawee]

This just dropped and it looks so good. I hope this gets made because I'm already so 🥰🥰

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Imagine if Jin Zixuan DID yeet his brother from another mother (🥲) down the stairs.

Meng Yao: I'm your brother. Happy birthday! 🥰

Jin Zixuan: There can only be one. YEET

I am truly sad he didn't; think of the 'No Doubles' memes that we could have had...

[luck-of-the-drawings]

oh the dread, oh the worry! you love your sister so much and you need to know shes okay. you trust her but you cant trust the world, and more than anything else you cant trust yourself

[persephoneflouwers]

Honestly tho, why would one say “I went from LAX to Heathrow” and the other “I’d follow you to any place if it’s Hollywood or Bishopsgate”

It’s the same concept in two different fonts. There is no reason for them to write something so coincidental

[imminent-danger-came]

Actually thinking about MK as a mirror (which is so real to me), I think 2x10 and 4x07 are really good examples of this,

Like we have both MK and Wukong who are sitting criss-crossed and facing each other, except MK is surrounded and supported by his friends, while Wukong is alone.

Then in 4x07, MK mirrors the curse:

"You can see it, can't you? This is your fate—your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become!"

They're both on their knees, and the curse is insisting that eventually, MK will be in this exact some position (which is very exciting foreshadowing).

I just think it's neat that MK distinctly mirrors both Wukong and the curse.

[buttercuparry]

I don't know about anyone else. But the only time I teared up was when I saw Joe getting ready for that fatal stunt. It was the music. It was the way it was shot. It was the knowledge of what's to come. It was knowing that this character's life was so thoroughly destroyed that he will now (unknowingly) walk to his death. Like how do you come back from that? Even when you are resurrected, each time you look into the mirror it wouldn't be your face. Your soul survived but what about that physical proof that YOU once existed? You are in a body that is not your own. You are in a home surrounded by photos not your own. You have a "mom" and you are pretending so hard to be her son. Nothing is the same, existential crisis is raw dogging you and still your luck is so shit that you are pulled back into the same circle you were forced to leave. Only now no one knows you and it seems like the world has moved on and you feel like people will forget. Soon everyone will forget. And isn't it the thing? The older Joe grows in this new body, people around will get used to it. Someone who hasn't seen his (JOE'S) photo in a long while, will slowly start to forget how he looked like. Joe would never see his body getting older. I mean he wanted to invest in crypto because he was afraid that after a point of time, he won't be able to work as a stuntman. All of his familiar aches, cuts, bruises that adorned his body, are gone. Our body carries with it our history. It carries with it so many stories. And for Joe, all of those stories, all the stories of building himself up as a stuntman- are gone. And for what? For whom? How do you come away from that? God I can feel why Joe was trembling in his "mother's" hold...I know why he slowly laid his head on her bosom. I too would want someone to hide me away from all of these bullshit.

[01432853]

Lost You Forever (2023) - EP 34