#space and time takes violent angry things and makes them kind

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Canon!Eleven making River break her wrist in order to prove time wrong, not even stopping to help her get out

v.

SATTVAT!Eleven willing to sacrifice his life/regenerating just so that River, his daughter, can live

Fight!

[spongeyspot]

Toxic Traits/Red Flags HC

Characters: Arthur, Javier, John, Lenny, Dutch, Micah, Charles, Sean, Hosea, Mary Beth, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Sadie, Molly

(A/N): WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS DAWG. I LOVED @cowboyfromh3ll 's take on that shit sm and these hcs have literally been swimming in my head for weeeeeeeeks bro

Edit: some of these were kinda hard because there's not a lot of bad in the characters themselves... I had trouble with specifically Charles, Lenny, Mary Beth, and Tilly. Sorry if they may be OOC. IM EVEN DOING THE GIRLS BECAUSE IM IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

Content Warning: female reader, jealousy, self hate, narcissism, gaslighting, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, mentions of murder and violence, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex (Sean, Micah, Sadie kind of) (MINORS DNI)

Not edited btw

The boys

Arthur Morgan

- Honestly, I feel like Arthur would have this insane, crippling fear of rejection, especially when it comes to dating. - His self hate/deprecation plays a huge part in this, and quite honestly, him and Mary not working out probably also probably contributed to it. - Very emotionally distant. Has a hard time expressing his feelings openly due to that same fear of rejection.🚩 - Bottles shit up until he feels like he's gonna explode 🚩 - His impulse control is almost nonexistent 🚩 - Will resort to saying things that he doesn't even mean. He just says things when he's angry🚩 - Will hate himself even more if he makes you cry - Won't hesitate to run away from camp for a while to cool off. This isn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but he usually takes his time away to overthink the fuck out of everything - Prone to acting violent. (not to someone he cared about, but to other people, absolutely)Also due to his poor impulse control. 🚩

Javier Escuella

- Has a flirty personality, but around women, it just seems to get worse. 🚩 - Tells you you're overreacting if you tell him it bothers you🚩 - Overprotective of you. Always has his eyes on you, and practically orders you to stay in camp where it's safe. - As if you step one foot outside the camp without him, you'll spontaneously drop dead - Jealous asf. Are you laughing at what Bill just said? It wasn't even that funny. Why are you standing so close to him? You should be at least 6 feet away from him, not 5 and a half. 🚩 - Also has a problem with how you dress sometimes. God forbid your shirt is ever low cut. He'd probably ask you to change. 🚩 - And if you get offended or upset, he'll lie and tell you it's because he can't stop staring at your chest, and he'd like to focus of whatever it was he was doing.🚩

John Marston

- Stubborn as all hell. Doesn't listen to anybody for anything.🚩 - Commitment issues up the ass - Says mean things out of anger and sometimes actually means them 🚩 - Won't apologize half the time. He thinks kissing it better actually makes it better 🚩 - Regularly ignores his own bad habits instead of actually facing them 🚩 - Will run away from problems like Arthur, but worse. He'd be gone a really long time.🚩 - Gets annoyed with you if you get angry at him for leaving and staying away for a while. He told you he needed space, didn't he? What else do you need from him?? 🚩 - Ignorantly clueless half the time. Head empty, no thoughts.

Lenny Summers

- Not assertive in the slightest, and usually, respectfully, keeps to himself. -Takes orders without verbal complaints but inside he's annoyed as fuck 🚩 - Even if he hates doing something he'll probably just go "Okay" and do it anyway, and he'll sulk all day afterwards - Refuses to tell you what's wrong because he thinks he'll sound childish.🚩 - If you push the issue, he might snap at you out of annoyance like "Would you just let it be??" - Immediately feels guilty and shameful, and he'll hide away until he's ready to apologize and face you again - Also kind of a know-it-all... He'll correct you a LOT. It would get annoying 🚩 - Would blatantly tell you you're wrong before correcting you🚩 - Not necessarily an asshole about it but he still tends to get under your skin sometimes

Dutch Van Der Linde

- The BIGGEST Narcissist you'll ever meet.🚩 -He loses another piece of his mental state with every breath he takes. Slowly but surely losing his mind.🚩 - King of gaslighting🚩 - How could you even think that about him? He could never do anything wrong! You must be crazy...🚩 - Tries to recite his "pretty words" from Evelyn Miller to try and sound smarter than he actually is 🚩 - Expects you to just feed his ego without him actually doing anything to earn it🚩 - Will try to correct you even when he's wrong🚩 - Refuses to admit he's wrong. He can never be wrong. That word isn't even in his vocabulary unless he's talking about literally anyone but himself🚩

Micah Bell

- Where do I even start with this guy - Not above putting his hands on you if he doesn't get his way. Let's be honest here.🚩 - Mega Narccisist, almost as bad as Dutch 🚩 - Will brag and share every sexual encounter you've ever had with him like he's talking about the weather🚩 - VERY prone to Violence 🚩 - NO impulse control. Murders people for fun.🚩 - Backhanded and borderline abusive compliments 24/7 "You'd look so good if you weren't so fucking fat..." 🚩 - Selfish lover. Thinks just sticking it in will do the trick, and it does, for him at least.🚩 - Little to no affection. What are you? His girlfriend? Wait...🚩 -If he actually does show you affection, and you react in surprise, he'll tell you to go fuck yourself, and that that's the last time he ever does anything nice for you.🚩

Charles Smith

- Impossible to read sometimes - Like Arthur, Charles tends to keep a lot of his emotions bottled up until he feels like he's gonna pop 🚩 - Like most of the men in the Van Der Linde gang, Charles is also prone to acting violently. I mean, he started a bar fight with a fucking chair, and he fights in street fighting rings, let's be real for a second.🚩 - He's incredibly quiet and reserved a lot of the time, and sometimes you just assume that he's listening to you when you talk, but a lot of the time, he's lost in his own thoughts. - Will do everything anyone asks him to at the expense of his own free time and energy, and sometimes he works himself to exhaustion just to try and please everyone.🚩 - In doing so, he sometimes doesn't have time for himself at the end of the day. It also seems like you spend time together less and less as the days go on. - If he ever got himself hurt and you tried to help him, he'd decline any help with anything to save his own pride. The last thing he needs is you thinking he's weak. 🚩 - Extremely Overprotective. Like to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anybody you asked him to🚩

Sean Macguire

- An Alcoholic🚩 - horny 99% of the time, but half that time he probably has whiskey dick. Still asks you to try but doesn't understand that it's like trying to play pool with a rope... - If he can manage to be sober enough to actually get it up, and you're not in the mood, he'd get pissy and annoyed with you for "wasting his boner" 🚩 - Will probably also brag about having sex with you to everyone🚩 - Needy as all hell - Bro sulks on purpose - Low key loves the attention you give him when you continue to ask him what's wrong, but he never actually tells you and constantly says "I'm fine..." or "It's nothing..." 🚩 - But then sighs dramatically and continues sulking and dragging his feet so you keep giving him more attention 🚩

Hosea Matthews

- Ignores his physical health until he's practically dying. You've told him to get that cough looked at for literal years and he just says "I will" and does nothing 🚩 - sometimes talks to you as if you're a child especially if he's around Dutch -low key gaslights you sometimes 🚩 - and he says it with such a gentle tone, its hard to catch it 🚩

The girls

Mary Beth Gaskill

- Daydreams way too much - Likes to live in her romance novel fantasy land rather than face reality 🚩 - Cries a lot - Tries to be angry but can't help but cry instead - If crying makes you feel bad for her, she'll probably do it on purpose so you comfort her and give her attention🚩 -If you're in a fight, she'll turn on the crocodile tears to get you to stop being angry with her or whatever it is you're arguing about.🚩

Abigail Roberts

- She can be verbally abusive if she's pushed far enough 🚩 - Holds in a lot of her emotions🚩 - Neglectful of her own personal needs to make sure you or Jack are fully provided or cared for🚩 - a lot of the time, when she's upset with you, you're probably given the cold shoulder and the silent treatment - incredibly protective. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she can sometimes be super overbearing.

Tilly Jackson

- Tells it how she sees it, sometimes accidentally sounding a lot colder than she means to 🚩 - Too sarcastic for her own good 🚩 - Laughs a little too much sometimes when you tell a joke, and you can often tell it's actually incredibly fake🚩 - gets irritated really easily, especially if she's bothered while doing her chores. The last thing she needs is Grimshaw on her ass again.🚩 - irritable a lot of the time, unintentionally becoming short or snapping at you - like john, she also believes that kissing it better is better than actually apologizing

Karen Jones

- An alcoholic 🚩 - picks fights with you for fun, finds it entertaining to see how red your face can get from anger 🚩 - Screaming matches are a regular occurance between you guys, and she starts it almost every time 🚩 - Pretty jealous when it comes to the opposite sex🚩 - Has self doubt and believes that she can't give you everything a man probably could

Sadie Adler

- The nosiest woman in America. No chill. She reads everyone's mail. - Makes a lot of loose threats 🚩 - Anger issues🚩 - Low impulse control🚩 - Can be a little too rough sometimes 🚩 - If she's upset with you, she'll either yell or storm off. Sometimes both. 🚩 -(She tends to walk away a lot more often because she's actuall self aware that her anger issues are a problem) - She'd never admit that to you though.

Molly O'Shea

- Even more jealous than Javier🚩 - Glares at and envies anyone you talk to that isn't her🚩 - Has immaginary conversations with people in her head🚩 - Rubbing her hands together when the real life conversations are following the script she had planned out in her brain - Needs constant reassurance - "D'you even love me anymore?!"🚩 - Overthinks everything 🚩 - Paranoid as hell about infidelity - Gets mad at you when she dreams about you cheating on her🚩

[symbioticsimplicity]

Don't think about Blitz swallowing back tears to appear angry as he asks Stolas what the fuck the point of keeping this deal up was if he was just looking for a chance to throw him away when he gives him the crystal. Don't think about the face Stolas would make. DEFINITELY don't think about Stolas finally losing his tight hold on his tongue and shouting at Blitz about how it isn't fair to either of them. For Blitz to be trapped by something he doesn't want, or for Stolas who just wants someone to love and value him. How he just wants to mean SOMETHING to SOMEONE so that he doesn't feel like the utter waste of space he's always been told he was. Don't think about him dropping to his knees sobbing or about him berating himself for still being pathetic. Don't think about the violent revelation that would be for Blitz, about how he would suddenly see himself in this man he's convinced himself couldn't be any more different from him.

Don't think about Blitz just standing there and staring for a long moment, before half tripping over himself to drop down and hug Stolas. Don't think about the broken way he'd try to tell him that he gets it, he really really does, but his care and his regard are toxic. Worse than having no one. Don't think about Stolas telling Blitz that his presence in his life has always been one of the only two things to ever make him genuinely happy. Or how Stolas could tell him Blitz's presence, even at its worst has helped him grow into himself in ways he never knew he could, but had always dreamed to.

Don't think about the immovable object of Blitz's disbelief being slammed against the unstoppable force of Stolas' genuine admiration. Don't think about the way hope might begin to blossom in Blitz's eyes or about the way that confidence could creep into Stolas' voice. Because this, this is something he can do, he knows how to talk, how to persuade, when he means it.

Don't think about Blitz putting every bit of obstinate stubbornness in his body toward convincing Stolas that that isn't true. Don't think about Blitz finally airing everything he he's done wrong to everyone he's ever wronged just to make sure Stolas knows he's trash. Knows he's not whoever Stolas has built him up to be in his mind.

Don't think about the horror in Blitz's eyes when Stolas goes still in his arms. How, for no more than a heart beat, Blitz is sure he's done it AGAIN and is already set to snuff that pathetic flicker of hope Stolas momenttarily awoke in him.

Don't think about Stolas's soft, kind voice telling him he doesn't care about that. How he isn't afraid of being hurt, he'd take pain over loneliness any day, and if Blitz hurts him, he will only ever come back for more and more so long as he cares enough to give him that pain.

Don't think about Blitz being both flattered and now terrified because what the actual fuck is wrong with Stolas, didn’t he JUST leave a relationship like that, he's too goddamn good to have to put up with that, didn’t he learn, doesn't he see?!

Don't think about Stolas looking at Blitz with heartfelt desperation, or Blitz looking at Stolas desperate heart feeling. Don't think about Blitz, who wants love more than anything, who wants to be chosen more than ANYTHING, absolutely trembling in the face of true devotion. He has no idea what to do with it, but his whole life has taught him to be opportunistic and he wants.

Don't think about him asking Stolas, one more time, so quietly he barely even sounds like himself "Me?"

Don't think about Stolas looking at him like he's the most glorious being in the cosmos, don't think about the reverence in his tone or the affection in his eyes as he tells Blitz that it's always been him. Don't think about Blitz trying not to cry and losing, settling for at least hugging Stolas so he can't see. The way the owl would wrap his entire body around him, finally finding exactly what he's been looking for and incomparably happy for it. Don't think about Blitz telling Stolas that it hasn't always been him, but that he's the first one he's ever chosen to come back to.

Just some things you shouldn't think about.

[threadbaresweater]

the space between us is as boundless as the dark

Nanami Kento x f!reader. Major character death. Heavy Angst. Unhealthy relationship dynamics. Suggestive imagery. Mdni. Absolutely not proofread. Dividers by @/cafekitsune approx. 1k words.

You’re not quite sure when things started to fall apart.

To the outside world, Kento Nanami and his wife had a perfect relationship, if ever there was such a thing. A beautiful, quiet kind of love– the type that others could both envy and celebrate. You were married in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by your closest friends. You honeymooned in paradise. Then came the purchase of your own home and talk of having a family. All the right things in all the right places, all at just the right time. It was picturesque, really, the kind of love you and Kento shared.

The discord began somewhere around your second year of marriage. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault, per se. Maybe it was a petty domestic issue, like leaving his toothbrush on the counter instead of putting it away, or making a face at the new recipe you had been so excited about. Maybe Kento would come home in a rotten mood and stalk past you to take a shower instead of coming to greet you with a kiss on the forehead. You’d peek your head into the bathroom through the billows of steam and ask him if he was okay. He’d grunt some kind of affirmative sound, and you’d go back to fixing dinner or reading your book. 

Eventually, he’d start locking the bathroom door on those nights; when you’d try to talk to him about it, he’d just give you the same excuses over and over again. Usually, whatever he was angry about was related to work, specifically his direct supervisor.  You knew that the two of them rarely saw eye to eye, so you’d shrug it off and hope that whatever it was would be resolved sooner rather than later. 

You never questioned Kento for going back to sorcery. He’d explained it to you in no uncertain terms when he made the decision to quit his job and return full time to fighting curses, and you understood why. It didn’t change how you felt about him, but somewhere deep down, you knew it could alter the trajectory of your life together. A little seed of doubt was planted that day, and some secret part of you must have nurtured that until it grew into a vine of worry and uncertainty that wrapped around your heart.

You never told him how you felt. You wouldn’t dare. It felt selfish to ask him to stop, to come home at a reasonable hour and have dinner with you. To let him lay in your lap in front of the soft, blue glow of the television as you played with his hair.

“I miss you,” you’d whisper in the dark of your bedroom, reaching for him.

“I’m right here,” he’d answer, but he’d make no motion to comfort you, choosing instead to keep his back turned. So you’d curl up behind him, feeling pathetic and attention-seeking, and cry yourself to sleep.

The nightmares began the month before he left for Shibuya.

Every night, you’d bear silent witness to your husband’s brutal murder. Every night, you’d wake up– trembling, sobbing, reaching out and clinging so tightly to him that he’d wake with a grunt and fold you into his arms. He’d never ask you what the dreams were about, but he’d reassure you just the same. “It’s just a dream.”

And maybe you’d make love, then. Desperately, violently, so hungry for his affection and the assurance that he was here with you– that he was alive and well and real. You'd leave your marks on him, a tangible reminder that you still had some kind of influence in his life, no matter how small or insignificant. And he'd leave behind a part of himself inside you, a part you wished and hoped and prayed your body would nurture and grow in the months to come.

You began to lead parallel lives. Roommates, acquaintances that just happened to share the same house. The emptiness inside you was vast– an infinite sadness that you just couldn't shake. Every word spoken between you was laced with vitriol and biting sarcasm. Your friends started to express their worry, saying you weren't acting like yourself, and invited you out for dinner and drinks to get you to open up and spill the details.

When Kento called to tell you he was leaving for Shibuya, you were at a bar, so drunk you could barely stand. You stumbled outside so you could hear him more clearly, clumsily pulling your coat over your shoulders to shield yourself from the bitter, late October wind. 

"Despite what you may think, I want you to know that I love you," he said, voice thick with emotion.

It was the alcohol that made you laugh at him, but your heart squeezed painfully as it remembered better days. Your mouth betrayed you. "You sure as fuck don't act like you do."

Kento sighed, and you could almost picture the way he'd pinch the bridge of his nose when he was exasperated by you. "I'm not sure when I'll be home. I wanted you to know, so you don't worry too much."

It felt like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean, you don't know when you'll be home? What the hell is going on?" If you'd bothered to pay any attention to him lately, you'd know. As it were, you were blissfully ignorant of what was happening, and Kento hadn't deemed it necessary to tell you. 

"I'll call you when it's over." 

"Kento, wait–!"

He'd already ended the call. 

"Love you, too," you whisper. It gets carried away in the wind.

They're on your doorstep days after the incident. Police. Authorities from the jujutsu world. They recount the details for you at your insistence, even though they implore you that what happened was beyond human comprehension. They show you photographs while your stomach churns and you grow so dizzy you nearly pass out.

They hand you a small envelope that contains what remains of his watch and his wedding band, and the world goes dark.

"Da-da," your daughter says, pointing to a picture of your late husband that sits in a frame on the mantle. She rests comfortably at your hip and you smooth your hand over her fluffy blonde hair. 

"Right, pretty girl. That's your Dada," you say with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"Da-da…home?" Her innocence brings you to tears.

"No, baby," you choke. "Dada won't come home."

You still reach for him when the nightmares come.

[strawhatboy]

I guess space and time takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.

[storiesbyrhi]

warnings: smut, sub/dom dynamics, 18+, no beta/literally just typed into tumblr without proof reading

I've this very specific mid-20s, post-the upside down, traumatised eddie thought in my head. you move into the trailer park, and befriend eddie. he's a bit mean, he's grieving wayne's sudden heart attack death, he's got no friends, and gets fucked up a lot. you're not really like that. by no means are you purity on legs. but you're not... whatever he is.

eddie flirts and you love it and it's fun and nice and you think he's someone you could, you know, trust. you spend a lot of time together and you feel special that he does bite at you like he does others.

something bad happens and you call him. he comes over and is so good. the crying and the anxiety don't seem to shake him. he holds you and is all softness and empathy. but then in the days after, he's standoffish. maybe he's even an asshole. so he thinks emotions are unsexy, you think. it got too real.

then you notice he keeps bringing girls home. girls with the same hair as you. girls that kind of dress like you. but you're right fucking there so what the hell, right?

one day you come home and are about to walk the steps into your trailer when he comes out of his, sucking face with yet another you-look-a-like. you can't take it.

you go over and yell at him. what the fuck is wrong with him? what happened? what did you do? what's with all the girls that look like you? what the absolute fuck?

he tries to calm you down but you tell him to fuck off. whatever he's hiding, you see it for a split second. it flashes across his face. you go home fuming. he calls a taxi for the girl.

the next night, his music is so fucking loud nobody can sleep. finally, you can't take it, you barge your way into his trailer and dramatically push the needle off the record. eddies on the couch and he hardly reacts. when you look at him, you realise he's drunk. like... completely out of his mind drunk.

he can't lift himself to sit, so he stops trying. instead he just grins at you.

"fuck you,"

"seeeeeee," he slurs "tha's the fuckin' problem... can't now... can i?"

you don't know what he means. he laughs but it sounds bitter and sad. you go and kneel on the floor next to the couch.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, eddie? what does any of that even mean?"

he kind of looks at you, through you, tries to touch you but you swat his hand away.

"think i'm in love with you,"

"get fucked," you snap

"an' now i can't... can't be in love with and fuck you."

you're angry but you're more curious. it takes a lot of questioning, but you figure it out. he says he doesn't know how to have 'normal sex'. he just wants to ruin people. rail them into the mattress. make them scream so they can't breathe. he's all messed up about it. thinks it's too violent and that he's evil, like everyone says. but now he's seen you vulnerable, and he knows he loves you, he won't do that to you. and that's fucking him up more.

"eddie, there's like... twenty different things wrong with you. but i don't think this has to be one of them."

you leave him with a glass of water and some aspirin. he's not your kid to baby.

a couple days later, you leave a book on the couch outside of his trailer. a kind of sex bible. he needs to learn about boundaries and safe words and aftercare and subspace.

he's knocking on your door too quickly. he's read the book cover to cover twice.

"you do this stuff?" he asks. but you're so sweet? so normal? put together?

you tell him that it's not an all-or-nothing thing. you tell him that life is hard and you've had to be in control of yourself and everything else so much for so long, that sometimes relinquishing control is what you need. you need to be pushed and pulled into that sticky space where you can't think even if you wanted to. you need to be wanted so badly that it's primal and hard and rough.

you tell him that he's actually like, alright. that he's going to be alright. he just needs to figure some shit out.

he sits on your couch and lets you straddle him. you don't want him to use your name, so he lists off titles until one makes your breathing hitch. you do the same for him. you tell him not now, that he can invite you over once he's thought about it more. he needs to be prepared. everything has to be ready, especially the aftercare.

when he does invite you over, he already seems less angry at the world. you watch the evil dead and giggle. then, he takes you to his bed. he's a fast learner. you guide him where he needs it, but he mostly doesn't.

he fucks you like he thought he couldn't. maybe, it's even worse, which is better. you sob for him. you're pliable. you preen and glow and whimper and beg.

he is most nervous about the aftercare, and so it's a little over the top, but it feels like love because it is.

eddie goes to therapy. he's lost a lot. he's been abandoned and misunderstood. he's unlucky. poor. high school dropout. weirdo. freak. but he's also yours and he's gonna be fine.

[mortimersage]

╰ * 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 && CHALÉ 10 !

i guess space and time takes violent things , angry things , and makes them kind . we are the dust of dust. we are the apple of god’s eye . we are infinite as the universe we hold inside .

@peonylw : Peony e Sage são amigas bem próximas, principalmente por serem duas grandes patricinhas. Sempre são vistas fofocando sobre alguma coisa que aconteceu no acampamento, além de terem um olhar aguçado sobre a vida. As duas possuem um tipo de amizade único, que envolve muita futilidade e união das mimadas. Não que vá confessar em voz alta, mas, para a filha de Apolo, Peony é uma das pessoas de quem mais gosta ali dentro. Inspirações para a relação: Gloria e Cam (Modern Family) && Meredith e Christina (Grey's Anatomy).

@krasivydevora : A dupla pronta para causar um caos chegando no Acampamento Meio-Sangue. Quando Sage terminou com Elói, temeu que o relacionamento das duas fosse impactado por conta disso, mas não foi o que aconteceu. Encontrou em Devora uma pessoa que, mesmo que sejam muito diferentes, tem uma mãozinha para causar problema e ser o mais duvidosa o possível junto com a Mortimer. Já devem ter causado muita dor de cabeça no Sr. D. Inspirações para a relação: Pink e o Cérebro (Pink e o Cérebro) && Timão e Pumba (Rei Leão).

@maximeloi : Aqui é um relacionamento um tanto complicado. A Sage ainda se preocupa bastante com o Elói, principalmente porque o término deles foi tranquilo, porém nem tanto. É bem óbvio o porquê deles terminarem, uma vez que tiveram que lidar com um evento traumático em que os dois estiveram envolvidos e não conseguiram salvar a Tabby. Ainda que tenha um carinho profundo por ele, olhar para o Elói é lembrar de todas as feridas que não cicatrizaram e ter que lidar com o peso da culpa de uma morte. Inspirações para a relação: Jess e Nick (New Girl) && Luke e Lorelai (Gilmore Girls).

SAGE & OS FILHOS DE AFRODITE : friendship .

A Sage nutre um sentimento bem especial pelos filhos de Afrodite em um geral. Existe um ou outro de quem ela especialmente não gosta, mas a maioria são pessoas com quem tem facilidade em formar uma conexão e, futuramente, uma amizade. É frequentemente vista no chalé conversando com alguém ou jogada em alguma cama enquanto fala as maiores atrocidades já escutadas, mas sempre acompanhada de uma risada.

[sea-bubble]

⠀⠀𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍

⠀⠀I guess space, and time

⠀⠀Takes violent things, angry things

⠀⠀And makes them kind

please do not repost.

[thebottomfromhell]

I saw that you had more one shots/headcanons of male reader than female reader 😭, so I wanted to ask you if you could do a one shot of the Hantengu clones who accidentally kill their female human s/o because they had a big fight whit her and the clones killed her accidentally, if you want they can be separated into parts or that they are all together.

Take your time!

Most of my posts are requested, and since most blogs just post female reader, GN at most post, people the request bottom will explode for anyone who answers it. There is nothing wrong in not being comfortable in writing certain things, but most fem readers can and would ask in other blogs, since they have more spaces to choose from (ignoring that I'm more willing to write about violence than others) and I'm not the best writer neither so... whatever.

Thank you for being understanding about the time, I hope you like this.

Hantengu clones killing Human Female Reader S/O over an argument by accident and coping with it

Warnings: Femicide, Angst, Reader's death, Victim blaming, Bad coping mechanism,

Sekido:

Sekido got too comfortable... "SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, WOMAN! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SO ANGRY?!" He is always angry, that is his main emotion, even when he can also feel other things, he can't stop feeling angry. As simple as that is. The only thing he could do is being careful with it. "YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEVER LISTENS TO ME! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS INPOSSIBLE TO DEAL WITH?!" None of you even remember what are you fighting about, but it scalated.

You both were just too angry, forgetting what Sekido is. He just slamed the door with the staff with anger, electricity rising with his emotion unconciously. He didn't mean to heat you with it, but the last thing you felt was the air dying in your longs, your nerves burn and spasm with the attack before everything turned black. You hit your head when you fell. Guess you both also forgot what you were.

A mere human, meant to die, sooner or later. And you did sooner, because Sekido got too comfortable around you, not enough to treat you like the rest of the clones, but enough so you couldn't stand his anger. With his many years alive eating humans, he knows the sound of a broken skull. Still, Sekido gets closer to check on you, without pulse or breath. He feels anger negating any other feeling, including sorrow, regret, and anything else a normal human would have felt.

He tabs your body with his staff, making your head blow up due the impact, growling dangerously. "So fucking useless. BET THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, HUH? MAKING ME-" he stops talking. You are not here anymore, so why should he? He just leaves you to rot. The others ask for you, but he shuts them up, forbids them from talking a while, attacks if they do anyway.

Sekido was always violent, too violent. So it happened, and he decided he was not dealing with you anymore.

Karaku:

"Can't you stop? I'm trying to have a seious conversation with you! Not everything is about pleasure!" You are tired of him. You love Karaku, you really do, but he shouldn't.. he can't... you can't even explain what is wrong with him, but you feel... neglected, not taken seriously enough. You hate it, specially since you have no idea what to do. "Nah, you are just stressed. Relax, princess. Stop worrying over nothing." See? He just... "I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE! Why are you such a dick?"

He doesn't get angry, nor sad, he barely listens to you, being the "let's feel pleasure" the only face of his he is willing to show you. Maybe that is what is wrong. Meybe you both just can't emotionally bond the way you would like. You think about it within seconds, still angry, sad, vulnerable and other thousands of emotions that you have been holding up until now. Your eyes become wet, but you don't feel this is a safe space to cry, so you just lash out. "I HATE YOU!"

You tried to hit him as he was not facing you anymore, just wanting to relax, seeking any kind of pleasure, the thing that mades him and holds him together. He just... reacted... Karaku didn't mean anything, but the way the back of his hand impacted your side was too strong, to the point it broke more than a rib that basically stabbed your lung from the side, besides sending you flying. The only thing you remember is trying to breath, blood filling one of your lungs and making you choke.

Your eyes and throat hurted a lot, you could feel Karaku's gentle touch on your body, but besides that? You couldn't see of hear anything. It felt like hours, hours in which everything was more painful and tiredsome until... there wasn't anything anymore. He tried to save you, to bring you to a hospital, but you didn't make it, even with his speed. Finding a secluded place from a more secluded area that was not guarded by slayer but attended late night was impossible.

Karaku makes you a memorial, let's your family and friends know you died, even if they are not telled how. He visits, sometimes. But... even this was not able to change him. "Goodbye princess."

Urogi:

Urogi has hurt you before, accidentally. It's mostly when he plays, he has a hard time being aware of how dangerous his talons can be when around you. He can easily chase and dig those in other demons, in the other clones, without anything bad happening, so he is used to use them. Maybe you should have also considered that the second you decided your usual scoldings should heat up for him to listen to you, but you were becoming desesperate. "Urogi, can't you do ONE thing I ask you?"

At first it looked like it was working, he looked a bit sad, he has always been the clone less attached to his core emotion, mostly due the other animalistic traits. But in this case, those traits were also problematic. You have no idea how to deal with thos ans Urogi won't help with it. It becomes tiredsome. "I just asked you to be careful! Is it really too much?!" Maybe you should have stopped the second he was really looking regretful, because then he got angry at you.

"Where are you going?!" You asked when he clearly wanted to leave and was about to fly away. "Away!" Is all he says as he opens his wings, and you have no idea why you thought grabbing him would be a good idea... maybe that was it, you didn't think. "Don't touch me!" He didn't pay attention where he scratched for you to let him go, but... choking on your own blood with a cut on the neck was painful. So was bleeding out. "Y/N! Y/N! Please, I'm sorry!"

You could hear him plead and beg, as he carries you, trying to bring you... somewhere you could be healed, even if he didn't know where. So he was basically just making gravity make you bleed out more, height making you more dizzy as you grow tired, and tired and tired until... nothing. Just nothing.

The other clones tried comforting Urogi after, he didn't want to be separated from your corpse, but... there was nothing left to do. He still whimps about you, sometimes, and acts as if he was waiting for you to come back... he still waits yor you, at least to tell you he is sorry.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu is the least violent of the clones, he doesn't attack if it's not on purpose, being always precise in order to give a quick death, as painless as possible. Even when you too have arguments, the few times you are angry enough he can't manipulate you into dropping it by looking sad and apologizing for everything... well, usually he just takes whatever scold you are giving him, waiting for you to calm down in order to avoid conflict. "Y/N. I'm sorry, I feel so bad about it. But could you stop scolding me? It's making me sa-" you interrupt. "Don't you dare making this about you!" Guess this is one of those times.

It gets to the point your throat hurts, that you sonehow forgot what, of everything, you were arguing in the first place. You basically said averything that was wrong but somehow you still feel like there is more to say, and you don't even understand what is going on. What do you want from this? You are basically repeating yourself right now but you are not satisfied at all. Why aren't you satisfied yet? What else is there? Have you forgotten something? That idea alone makes you feel worse.

None of you knows when or how it happened, actually. You both were stressed, to the point Aizetsu started to try and scape from you... using his demon abilities. It wasn't really his fault, he didn't touch you at all. It was an accudent during the chase, none of you would be able to tell what really happened but... you died. You died and, because it fed better into his sadness, the thing that made him, he blames and pities himself. And he pities you. Sadness and sorrow overwhealms him at some point, but he doesn't react to it at allAt least not more than usual.

He makes you a memorial in a place people can see it and carves words, not cearing who finds it. He had to ask Karaku help, but in the end... he will remember you forever. He even keeps some of your things. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He apologizes every time he goes to see you. He barely shows it but... he misses you a lot. But sadness is already part of him, and a important part of him, so... feeling so much sorrow is normal.

Sorrow is too normal, so sometimes he worries he actually doesn't feel anything about your death. Who knows?

[astrronomemes]

SLEEPING AT LAST: ATLAS I STARTERS (PART I)

a collection of lyrics from the Sleeping At Last album, Atlas I. change & alter as needed.

“Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means.”

“The universe began with our eyes closed.”

“Every living thing is in this constant state of unrest.”

“All our love came out of the woodwork.”

“All our strength came out of the woodwork.”

“We only notice light when darkness crashes against it.”

“We find ourselves when we lose everything else.”

“Our mistakes, they were bound to be made.”

“I promise you I’ll keep you safe.”

“Were we broken right from the start?”

“I once knew your father well.”

“No, I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Just live what little life your broken heart can.”

“No one expects you to understand.”

“Darkness exists to make light truly count.”

“The world is brighter than the sun now that you’re here.”

“I’ll give you everything I have.”

“I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“I promise I’ll do better.”

“I will always hold you close, but I will learn to let you go.”

“With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your every breath.”

“You are loved. You are loved more than you know.”

“Your heart is far too young to realize the unimaginable light you hold inside.”

“You’re enough. You’re enough. You’re enough. I promise you.”

“Try your hardest to leave the past alone.”

“You are so much more than your father’s son.”

“You are so much more than what I’ve become.”

“You inherited a fight that you were born to lose.”

“It’s not your fault. No, it’s not your fault.”

“You remind me of who I could have been, had I been stronger and braver way back then.”

“In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest.”

“We’re leaving our shadows behind us now.”

“Even dust was made to settle, and if we’re made of dust, what makes us any different?”

“I guess we give what we’ve been given.”

“May our stories catch fire, and burn bright enough to catch God’s eye.”

“Space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.”

“We are infinite as the universe we hold inside.”

“I’ll go anywhere you want.”

“I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.”

“All of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.”

“I thought I’d never find you. I convinced myself that I would never find you.”

“Like a telescope, I will pull you so close, ’til no space lies in between.”

“I was a billion little pieces until you pulled me into focus — astronomy in reverse.”

“I put it out of my mind long enough to call it courage.”

[remythologise]

please rank your gay ships based on how bad thekr first time havifn sex would be thank you

a short selection of SOME gay ships from western live action on a RELATIVE score ranking because we don’t have time or space for all the rest: charles/erik: charles is literally a telepath. their first time having sex is 15/10 even if both of them cry and erik gives himself an injury it doesn’t take away from how out of this world the sex is

hannibal/will: 13/10 for the 13 people that died right before it happened. I am so sorry to tell you this but they are BOTH so into it and there is so much blood.

alexander/hephaistion: over two millennia of people saying alexander was cuntstruck by hephaistion’s thighs so I guess that first messy 12/10 handjob was astronomically good for alexander.

tos kirk/spock: kirk is very kind and gentle with spock here even though spock’s losing his goddamn mind about it. kirk, in fairness, ALSO loses his goddamn mind about it a bit. not for nothing are they based on the above two historical figures. 11/10 lewd handholding

xena/gabrielle: including women on this list as a comparison point. it’s so 10/10 good and they are so normal and communicative about their needs, wants and feelings

post-15.18 destiel: might be sort of normal actually. a bit awkward at first, but given cas is an angel and blows out some lights along with dean’s back I’ll give it a solid 9/10 that can only get better from here.

flint/silver: 8/10 sadly they’re both so in love with each other and work so well together it overrides all of the gaslight gatekeep girlboss manipulations and mindgames that have or will go on, even if they’ll never admit that!

steve/tony: picking one universe and saying ultimates, ults steve is homophobically trembling the whole time and ults tony is bitter and jaded and laughs derisively at the situation after steve comes. 3/10 objectively but a 9/10 experience for steve (previously had not had gay sex) and a 7/10 experience for tony (he’s a masochist)

holmes/watson: holmes is too in his head about it and watson doesn’t know if he likes gay sex yet. 6/10 love that dare not speak its name is still very sexy for all involved

house/wilson: they know way too much about anatomy for this to be bad, BUT never underestimate the power of them derailing the experience by arguing with each other and bringing up death before anyone even gets off. 5/10

kim/harry: oh this is ABSOLUTELY what you’d expect (harry full on losing it not even halfway in and sobbing violently) but it is saved by the fact harry can near-read kim’s mind even if he doesn’t know what kim’s mind means half the time. 4/10, +0.5 modifier (kim really trusts you)

nandor/guillermo: also 4/10, neither of them communicates about their kinks. guil makes a secret action plan of how the next time can be better, except nandor then immediately goes off and hooks up with some other love of his life

merlin/arthur: 5/10 sloppy blowjob by merlin that gets a downgrade to 3/10 because somehow in sucking arthur off he also managed to doom magic, all other gay people and the entire working class

geralt/jaskier: 2/10 geralt is thinking about yennefer’s breasts the whole time. sorry he can’t help it blame the djinn probably

aos kirk/spock (or any pre-movies version of tos): somehow kirk spends the whole time convincing himself it’s just a casual thing for a literal vulcan. spock spends the whole time trying not to kill kirk and then thinks he’s gravely injured him AND disgusted him with the scale of his aggressive desire. 1/10 they both get off but it’s physically painful and both are miserable about it

endverse destiel: dean is SOOOO angry and revolted with both himself and castiel. absolute 0/10 that never happens again.

dishonourable mentions for the hell of it:

aziraphale/crowley: whatever neil gaiman said about them never having sex because they’re beyond that or whatever. -10/10 they don’t qualify

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Going back and re-reading fic that you no longer have a hyperfixation for allows you to view it almost as something separate than you, meaning that you can cry and laugh and scream and curse the author without feeling like the world's greatest egomaniac.

Anyway, on that note, this excerpt from my fic where Eleven and Thirteen cross paths? Had me actually crying and out loud hissing at the author of the fic "Who the hell gave you the right to do this? Fuck you! How dare you?" as if I'm not the one who wrote it.

[ghostchems]

THE PROMPT LIST GOT ME BLUSHING WTF—

i just read your fic with Cardi and UGH you’re so talented ghestie !

and I should add that the 4th one is made for Bone Daddy 🫣

omg thank yOU SO MUCH AHHHHH!! i cry

anyway --

"no panties" w/ bone daddy himself

It’s late. It’s late and you’re awake, tangled up in your sheets as you mindlessly scroll through social media. You have your light dimmed and music is playing softly. Despite being up so late, there was something soothing about having this time to yourself after a long day of your duties.

That is, until there’s a knock at the door. You scramble to make yourself look decent, tugging your oversized t-shirt down to cover your ass and run your fingers through your hair to make it seem less all over the place.

You open the door.

“Sister.” Papa Emeritus the Second grunts, looming over you in the doorframe.

You blink at him a few times, words catching in your throat. 

“P-papa. Come in.” You swallow thickly, opening the door wide so that Secondo could enter. Your brain is churning — it’s 2am, what the fuck is Papa doing here? “So sorry for the mess.” You offer sheepishly, gesturing to a few piles of clothes and your messy sheets.

Secondo takes a seat on your bed and pats the spot next to him. “Come sit.” He looks tired — still dressed in his robes but his mitre was missing. You hesitate for a moment and his dark eyes snap up to yours, your knees nearly buckling before quickly stumbling to the spot next to him. He sighs deeply as you sit next to him and immediately presses in as close to you as possible, your knees touching.

An uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you with the tension filling the air. You want to ask him what he wants but you don’t want to come off as rude or ungrateful that he is here – he is Papa, after all. You look at him and smile weakly but his face is still cold and he looks angry, frustrated even. 

“I’ve heard through the grapevine what you’ve been saying about me, Sorella.” Secondo growls, closing the space between the two of you even more. You swallow thickly as your face reddens.

“I-I… I mean, it’s not a bad thing, right?”  You laugh nervously but it obviously was no laughing matter to Secondo. He immediately grabs hold of your waist, dragging you flush against him. You whimper, squirming against him but he has you in a tight grip. 

“I’m not the kind of man to have a crush on, Sister.” He hisses through gritted teeth. Before you have a chance to respond, Secondo tosses you on to your back, his hands skirting up your shirt and groping your ass. A moan spills from your lips as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You are so overwhelmed, having absolutely no time to think about what was happening but you know you are already wet.

“No panties? Good.” He balls his fists in your shirt and rips, tearing it completely off of you. You gasp sharply – you are completely exposed to him now. His gaze is hungry and feverish, though you finally see that his lips are starting to curl upward. You feel his hard cock through his robes grind up against you.

“Do you want me, sister? Do you want this?” He tugs you down to him by the waist hard, settling between your legs. 

“Yes, Papa, please.” You whine for him, arms outstretched. Secondo snarls and is quick to hike up his robes, his cock teasing your entrance before pushing himself inside to the hilt. A moan rumbles deep in his chest, holding himself there for a moment. His hands find yours and pins them beside your head, and you’re already gasping and whining, trying to move your hips against him.

Secondo laughs darkly, then begins to thrust, his pace fast and violent. You are trapped beneath him, only able to bring your hips up to meet his with each thrust as you moan and cry. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and your mouth was hanging open, eyes heavy lidded. He is relentless, his cock ramming deep inside of you with each thrust as he growls down at you.

“Such a little slut for your Papa.” The loud sounds of slapping skin fill your room along with the string of screams and cries falling from your lips. You know he is just using you to get off after a long day of being Papa and why not take advantage of the sweet Sister who admitted she had a small crush? You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to angle in even deeper.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whisper breathlessly, your eyes fluttering open and shut. 

“I’m going to fill you up, puttana.” His words combined with how harshly he snarls them, how his pupils are blown wide with lust for you, and how his teeth are bared makes you cum hard around him with a broken sob. 

Secondo’s hips stutter and he’s right behind you, filling you up just as he said he would. He is left panting as he stares down at you, his paint somewhat smudged from sweat. He lets you go and pulls out of you, quickly standing to loom over you once more. You can’t speak, even with being released from him you feel trapped by his mere presence.

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” He growls, then leaves you alone in your room.

[sunnysduet]

@not-siri i really hope you don't mind me responding to your comment here instead of in the replies since there's a character limit and i have a lot to say---

so in general, here are my thoughts on why exactly omori is symbolized so much with "red hands" and why they're a huge theme of red space, one of his if not his BEST attack in the omori route, and in general why they are the way they are :] it might not make total sense but it's just what i've come to the conclusion of!

heavy spoilers for the ending of omori (both routes, sorta) ahead!

so my take on it is that omori is the sort of ugly manifestation of what the trauma has done to sunny, encompassing guilt and lifelessness and emotionlessness; he's what sunny doesn't want to be, but what he also fears that he is, if that makes sense? that's why omori is so content to sit back and let his friends live under the over saturated, too happy delusion of what headspace is. headspace is sort of them, frozen in time; their best moments. omori is content to keep it that way because he believes that covering it up is better. letting it be the way that it is, having things stay the same, it's better if no one knows the truth. sunny, at the beginning of the game, also believes that.

but as the game progresses, the true route makes sunny begins to diverge from what omori thinks and believes. it's really difficult for me to put into words exactly what i believe omori is and what he represents. in general, in sort of basic terms, i believe omori is sort of a coping skill, too? a bad one, though, obviously. he's overly violent on purpose (probably to try to block out the guilt of hurting someone sunny loved more than anyone by accident), he's constantly emotionless and never gets afraid (unlike sunny who's terrified of so many things), and in general, omori seems to always be in control, for the most part. he leads the party (unless you manually change it, but he's the default), the's the one who has to be there before the adventures begin, whereas sunny let the world pass him by for four years. he lost total control over his life in one split second mistake.

obviously omori is meant to be a parallel, a perfect opposite; but he is also what sunny needs, or what he thinks he needs. all that being said, it brings us to the topic of red hands.

much like how omori's purposeful violence is a way to take back sunny's mistake and take control of the situation and be the one to choose when somebody dies instead of by accident, the red hands are also sort of like that. they're a sort of reminder, but also i think that the symbolism of omori sitting atop the throne of red hands is another sort of self-destructive coping mechanism. omori controls the red hands. he controls when people get hurt. omori owns the red hands as a way to absolve the guilt of the first time red hands occurred, which was sunny to mari.

red hands is, in my opinion, sort of just omori's "something". it's a metaphorical reminder of what happened. but only omori learned how to deal with it, admittedly through an awful way, and get it under control. overall i think omori just has a lot to do with the concept of taking back control of your trauma the only way you know how, sort of just like aubrey did and how she became angry and violent. omori just takes it to other levels.

idk if this makes much sense at all but that's my take on the whole thing! i'm trying to do this kind of quickly so this reply doesn't come through out of nowhere like an hour later haha and i'm sorry if this is weird, i just feel really strongly about omori's (as a character and as a game in general) symbolism :] but either way i hope this is sort of somewhere coherent and makes sense!!!

thanks for reading, anyone who did! :D

[epic-song-lyrics-showdown]

Epic Song Lyrics Round 1, Wave 1, Poll 13

“I guess space and time / Takes violent things, angry things / And makes them kind”

-Sun, Sleeping At Last

Instrumental submission-Murders, Miracle Musical

Time Stamp: 2:00-3:48

Sun-Sleeping At Last

Time Stamp: 0:53-1:05

Propaganda:

just the idea of it all ending in kindness is so!!! I can't explain it

Submitted by @wallpaper-inside-my-heart

Murders-Miracle Musical

Time Stamp: 2:00-3:48

Propaganda:

The instrumental is so beautiful. also, listen to it on full volume (or as loud as you can stand), with headphones. it WILL change you.

Check out the other polls in this wave here.

[urrone]

a good friend

I guess space, and time Takes violent things, angry things And makes them kind

Scratch is a good dog. His first friend, Gomwick, walks a lot, so much, through the forest and sometimes the swamp. Interesting smells, rabbits to chase. Scratch goes with him, goes everywhere, because if he didn’t then his first friend would go alone. 

Sometimes Scratch finds things. Interesting things. A ball. A stick. A pouch full of things that smell kinda funny. A bottle with a funny swirly liquid inside. Because he’s a good dog, he brings them back to Gomwick, who always gives Scratch a pat on the head and calls him a good dog. 

Because he is.

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