#the time will come

[hyperactively-me]

king!ghost x reader -- bedtime

“I’ve never seen you this quiet before. It’s nice,” he teases, walking you back to bed after the reception.

“It’s only because I’m tired.”

“Correction, exhausted. You’ve had a long day,” he says, hands clasped behind his back. 

You realize that you’re heading down the hallway to the bedroom you’ve been staying in since you arrived in Kastron. 

“I— aren’t I supposed to be in a different room?” you ask meekly.

He keeps walking. “Why would you need to be in a different room?”

“We’re…supposed to….y’know…” Consummate the marriage. You’re supposed to consummate the marriage, according to wedding customs you were taught. Your cheeks feel hot as you speak. You know he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

He stops, turning to you. 

“You detest me?” he says, the words sounding more like a statement than a question.

“I... um, you could say that, yes,” you admit, your voice barely audible, a hint of shame tingeing your voice.

“You're afraid of me," he states. “You’ve shown me nothing but disdain and annoyance. So, why would I take you to bed?”

Finding it hard to find words, you fumble for a response.

“People will question the validity—” you manage.

“They won’t question the King.”

He leans over to you.

“I assure you, I'm not a complete barbarian." His voice is low, yet gentle.

He pulls open your bedroom door for you, beckoning you to enter. You look up at him, meeting his eyes for a moment. They’re dark, yet there’s a glimmer of softness in them.

You step inside, and he shuts the door behind you, leaving you in the darkness of your room. 

You sigh, leaning against your door, your mind reeling from the events of the day.

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(masterlist)

[indestinatus]

writing smut again because you know what it's what i do best

[purple-eye-au]

[rastronomicals]

3:03 PM EDT March 15, 2023:

Uriah Heep - "The Time Will Come" From the album Return To Fantasy (June 13, 1975)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

This was John Wetton's first album after the dissolution of KC Mark III, which was basically the reason I checked RtF out. During my 24-hour re-appreciation of that final Mark IV album, Red, I couldn't help but be awed by the monster bass sound, which wasn't quite Hugh Hopper fuzz territory, but was nevertheless quite meaty, quite beaty, and very big and bouncy.

If Wetton took that sound with him into Uriah Heep . . . .

But he didn't. Wetton's bassplaying on Return to Fantasy sounds fairly standard. And he doesn't sing on the record, either, even though he has a better voice than David Byron.

On the whole, Return to Fantasy alternates between sounding competent yet generic, and sounding like the absolutely prototypical hard rock with Hammond B-3 band.

Is it prog, hard or otherwise? Debatable, but, I mean, Ken Hensley was playing a synth, so we'll go with one of the Wikipedia descriptors, alright?

File under: UK Hard Prog

[insistonyourcupofstars]

Well, it's finally happening. I am finally going to do it. Your girl has started her fic writing!

[dimsilver]

For the book character asks, framing this as if you are a character in my book (remembering the time I was *really* out of it and forgot you were using Berlyne as your icon and aren’t actually Berlyne, but later seeing a picture of you at the weekend warrior event I wondered if I was that far off after all…) :

In this desperate stage of warfare it was not so uncommon to find a woman in the ranks of the archers, but this one stood out from the rest in skill. Even so, for all her lethal grace, it was her compassion which marked her the most as a leader. I have seen her comforting the grieving, encouraging the timid, and defending those who could not stand up for themselves.

Yes, I got this from that one picture plus your general vibes. enjoy :D

@lady-merian this is the SWEETEST and LOVELIEST thing thank you so much

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[just-french-me-up]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

[heywriters]

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

[spacedace]

What is it about laying on the floor when you're overwhelmed that makes everything feel so much better?

[stuckinapril]

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

guy who's stuck in a timeloop for so long he stops wanting to leave it. guy who started out trying to escape but slowly grew used to and became comforted by the familiarity of the repeating day. guy who is no longer who he was before the timeloop. guy who is offered a way out and violently refuses it because he can't leave, doesn't want to leave. guy who escapes the timeloop by chance or force or accident and doesn't know how to live anymore. guy who keeps going through motions that don't match the situation and keeps having conversations that aren't actually occurring. guy who panics every time he realizes he can't predict the next instant. guy who left the timeloop but still lives with it.

[ratective]

i think they would’ve let simon crash for some time after the series finale only to be faced with the devastating consequences of that decision