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kairenn-n · 2 years
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He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain
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0bticeo · 6 months
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everybody wants to be a cat.
leona kingscholar, for all his power and status and pride, remains akin to a cat. a very anthropomorphised, handsome cat bestowed with destructive magic, but a cat nevertheless. you’d know - he’d given you the same scorned look your cat used to upon being risen from a blissful nap. in his defence, you had stepped on his tail. you may or may not have gushed a little after apologising. not your fault if you really like cats.
“wow, you really are just like a cat.” 
he had sent you a puzzled look. there you were, crouching in front of him, a little grin on your face, taking him in, from his striking eyes to his tail swishing on the ground. he’d grumbled, then.
“don’t push it, herbivore. you wouldn’t want me to bite you.”
in the long run, he ends up overblotting and sinking his claws into your arm. here you are, a strangled scream dying on your tongue as his claws draw blood, blot dripping down your skin with a sickening sizzle.
pain. burning pain. blinding agony takes a hold of you and brings you to your knees, perfect supplicant under the wrathful gaze of the king of beasts.
you can feel your arm start to decay in his grip, skin like fine sand under his fingers. you grasp leona’s wrist, nails digging in his ashen skin - nevermind the blot dripping down on you, nevermind the pain.
“leona, please, let go.”
you don’t know if he does. you can’t find it in yourself to blame him - not with how his past is being poured down in your mind, not when you taste the bitterness of it in your very marrow until you black out.
when you open your eyes, you find yourself in the familiar sheets of an infirmary bed, with strong arms wrapped around your middle, careful not to press against your bandaged arm.
your eyes widen.
“leona?”
a low rumble. you freeze. leona kingscholar, second prince of sunset savanna, is cuddling you up, thumbs drawing abstract patterns on your waist. and he’s purring, the vibration low and soothing against your back, until you find yourself smiling ever so softly.
“always knew you were just a big cat.”
he nips at your nape.
“don’t push it, herbivore.”
you don’t tell him you can feel his lips curl against your skin.
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l3monivy · 20 days
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bears in trees just simultaneously swallowed me whole, gripped my soul and squeezed it raw, spat me out covered in blood and guts and tears, and embraced me all at once. we don't talk anymore is raw and i feel raw and exposed, we are flesh and bones but we are also people and we do not talk anymore and i miss you like the ocean but i am scared of jumping in the puddle. anyways thank you bears in trees for making songs that are honest and real and that do not shirk away from the scary uncomfortable feelings that are so much easier to simply avoid but instead say, this. this is what i feel, and i am human
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sun-wukong-kinnie-2 · 3 months
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You don’t know me, but I know you ✨
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potatobugz · 7 months
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"tiso gets rescued after his loss at the colosseum of fools and recovers from his injuries" type au but cloth is the one who finds him. i think they'd be buddies
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shima-draws · 7 months
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Rewatching a playthrough of Danganronpa and it actually shocks me how chill Monokuma is. Even when Kyoko goes around stealing his shit and he finds Makoto with it later he's like. Yeah okay. I don't hold it against you or anything it's cool. LMAO
He has every available opportunity to just kill everyone whenever, especially when they break the rules, but he never does. I really love villains who stick to their own rules so it's fair for everyone else :")
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cyberpunk-deadboy · 2 months
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i’ve got something to prove, i don’t know what it is yet, but it’s golden as the stars you drew in the corners of my eyes
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version w/o the text and background stuff and the sun i drew, it got cut off a bit but i think its cute and i wanted to show it off fully :3
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eowynarchives · 1 month
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so anyways last night i dreamt that i was loved and cherished and held so softly as if i am something meant to be treated with gentle hands and gentler worship.
what do you mean which fictional character
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hopeinthebox · 2 months
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tagged by the gorgeous and fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @aprylynn for february's roundup:
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tagging the usual music favs: @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @spicyclematis @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @monismochi plus @kimtaegis for the amy macdonald of it all 💜 and also you, dear reader. MWAH
#heads up! here comes the director's commentary:#16 Carriages - now listen. i love texas hold 'em as much as the next daddy lessons supremacist#but holy shit. it doesn't hold so much as a candle to this track.#just unbelievably stunning. i'm begging you to give it another chance if you skipped over it the first time#Don't Forget Me - me and kayla and apryl all having ms rogers in this month's list... i think we might be better than everyone else actuall#End Of Beginning - good GOD we couldn't gatekeep djo any longer but it's worth it if only for all the bear tiktok edits.#and thus i have fallen for this track all over again. yes CHEF#Showtime - now if you've known me long enough you'll know i'm an absolute sucker for british indie rock bands#especially if their frontman looks like they might not make it through another winter#so you can imagine catfish has had an inexplicable hold on me. anyway their comeback single is actually pretty good#This Is The Life - fantastic tune. 2007 if you can believe it?#what a time to be alive and at the school disco and you're singing the songs and thinking this is the life and so on and so forth#Loving You Will Be The Death Of Me - tom odell can do no wrong in my eyes (ears?) anyway. lovely lovely new album#Never Need Me - been loving rachel for a while now and this single is brilliant. highly recommended.#plus the video features florence pugh and if that doesn't sweeten the deal then christ i don't know what will#Baby Now That I've Found You - i didn't even realise this was a cover of the foundations until hearing it again recently#because alison krauss just has an incredible way of making them her own and thus it's been on repeat.#Deeper Well - okay so now i'm seeing the country thread through this month's picks.#this is another lovely new one. hearing it on the radio and the fact that they have to censor “i used to wake and bake” is hilarious to me#shoutout kayla again because great minds..#Stay For Something - CMAT is phenomenal and if you haven't listened to her yet i can't recommend her entire discography enough.#she had her arsecrack out at the brits last night and well. i would die for her#(speaking of the brits. raye... i literally cried for her. go find the recording of her live at the royal albert hall.#-watch it twice and then come back and thank me)#artists-wise - most of these guys are consistently up there.#katie melua is a new feature this time because all my amy macdonald-ing put me back onto nine million bicycles.#used to get that one mixed up with 99 luftballoons but they're really very different. i'm a fool#so tl;dr: fantastic tunes. do listen#tag#receiptify
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nikothebookdragon · 1 year
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fuck, bears in trees were right. i stayed for tea and you know what? it did do wonders for me. and my friends? they do keep me safe.
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soupmanspeaks · 9 days
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you ever wonder if the Glamrocks's face tracking acts up when they look at Glamrock-Freddy, like they'll look at his face, and the recognition will register as Freddy, but their systems for whatever reason or another think that there is a face overlapped on Freddy's do you think they see two small squares next to him, at his side, roughly child sized, but no one is physically there.... right...?
#fnaf#michael afton#five nights at freddy’s#glammike#crying child#elizabeth afton#i wanted to allude something to william but idk#would the glamrocks go into the sinkhole? maybe#maybe next to glamrock freddy alongside the weird overlapping face he has and the two kid height faces#there is a face tracking box next to him...standing#remember that post about the ghost hunters comin to the pizza plex? maybe the weird face tracking happens too...#im watching garret watts and Andrew's constant facial tracking anomalies inspired this post lol#anyways i really like the thought that despite being the most friendly Glamrock; Freddy has this......feeling about him#his AI was made just this year! programmed with cutting edge and top of the line technology!#then....then why does he go off script sometimes? why does he say things that wasn't programmed show dialogue?#how does he know about Mr. Afton? the killer from the 80's who committed heinous deeds?#Why does he speak as if he knew him personally? if his AI is just pulling stuff from online; Why does he speak with resentment about him?#IM SORRY I JUST LOVE THE CONCEPT!!#like just because this franchise has gotten more neon and sugery than ever; remember; lights can be blinding and sugar causes cavities#idk what that means just omg there is more horror potential than you think in the SB era of games if you look hard enough#off topic but back to freddy being a sweetie pie i think that its funny okay#freddy sasses adults okay okay but he isnt mean to kids okay maybe michael just idk; MATURED? maybe he just got some whimsy mkay?#listen if i was forced to be in a perpetual cycle of atoning for my own and my father's sins i would find any and all silver linings mkay#aw yeah this is sick i get to be a freddy mercury inspired glamrock bear WOOO#granted michael was probably tired of animatronic bands and pizza by fnaf 6 but ykkkkkkkk it.....could be worse? he could be his dad lmao#anyways headcannon michael listend to freddy mercury and this is the equivalent of cosplaying him scott told me so (trust)#tag rambles! theyre fun lol
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whilomm · 7 months
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liking the aesthetics of manly man stuff but trying not to buy from right wing MRA 4channers
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squishablesunbeam · 10 months
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Consequence of Action Pt. 12
I lied. One more chapter! Have a little soft boys chapter while I try to figure out how to wrap this thing up!
TW: recovering whumpee/caretaker (because they both went through it), aftermath of noncon (nothing explicit mentioned much but it's there), self-blame, comfort
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Quinn awoke slowly.
He felt as if he was pulling his body through molasses and back to consciousness one molecule at a time. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and out again, his body winning the war with his mind and demanding he tend to the pain bleeding back into his awareness.
He peeled open his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the sight of Collins sitting at his desk across from him.
The thrill that ran through his body quieted, turning quickly to concern, as Quinn passed his eyes over the man.
Collins was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head down between his shoulders. He had one hand clenched into a fist and a glass of water in the other. Somehow, he looked even more tired than before.
Quinn remembered them practically stumbling onto Collins' bed after Freely properly stitched up the wounds on his back and patched up the many cuts and scrapes across Collins' body.
A weight laid heavily between them while they were in the infirmary. They didn't speak more than answering the simple questions Freely had asked them about their various aches and pains yet they couldn't seem to let go of one another.
Quinn swears he could still feel Collins' fingers intertwined with his own, even now, as he sat so painfully far away and out of Quinn's reach.
There was still so much hurt left over that couldn't be tended to with needle and thread.
Guilt and shame rolled off of Collins' slumped body in cloying waves as he sat there at the desk, eyes closed and the tense line of his shoulders trembling slightly with exhaustion.
“Hey.”
Collins' head shot up, his eyes bleary and his face drawn.
“Quinn,” He said urgently, moving all the way to the edge of his chair and opening his hand. Two little white pills sat in the center of his palm. “Here. You're overdue but, I- I didn't want to wake you.”
Quinn couldn't help the tired smile that crossed his lips.
They were safe. The ship was now Prim's to command. Collins no longer had to pull him out of the prying, grasping hands of cruel men and hide him away. Yet here he was, watching over Quinn as he slept like his personal sentinel.
“Did you sleep at all?” Quinn asked as he moved to carefully ease himself onto his back and rest up against the pillows.
Collins' left eye twitched as he fought an internal battle of whether or not to set down the medication and help Quinn adjust himself on the bed or keep holding out the pills awkwardly until he was settled.
Collins opted for awkward, waiting for the pain lines to smooth across Quinn's face before reaching his hand out again.
“Take these,” Collins practically begged as he inched closer to him but refusing to come up off the chair.
Quinn took mercy on the man and reached out, plucking the pills from his palm and chasing them down with the entire glass of water.
The tense line of Collins' shoulders immediately eased back and he sighed with relief, dragging his hands down his face and up into his hair.
Quinn knew that they needed to talk. He really did. Even as his entire being wanted nothing more than to just hold this man in his arms and shush away the anguish in his eyes.
He reached his hand out across the cool, empty side of the bed. Not demanding, but gently asking.
Collins' eyes tracked the movement and he swallowed hard, dropping his head down between his shoulders again and wringing his hands together.
“Quinn-” he croaked out, tears clogging up his throat.
“Just, will you come closer, please,” Quinn asked, keeping his palm pressed into the mattress in the space between them.
Collins worried his mouth before he stood slowly and sat as far off the edge of the bed as he possibly could.
That was okay. That was something. Quinn didn't move his hand.
“I don't know how to do this,” Collins said, his eyes set firmly on Quinn's hand.
Quinn's heart crashed into his chest. He took a slow, calming breath.
“Us?” he asked quietly.
They hadn't exactly talked about it. There hadn't been any time. But Quinn knew that something had started between the two of them. Not just something born out of fear and desperation, but something real. He knew Collins felt it too.
He watched a tear slip down Collins' cheek. Quinn swallowed the urge to reach out and stilled his body instead, waiting patiently as Collins seemed to sort through the many thoughts warring in his mind.
Collins reached out his hand.
Quinn's finger twitched and he fought to hold it perfectly still as Collins slipped one finger underneath Quinn's palm. Quinn gasped at that subtle touch, his entire body reacting as if Collins had blown a gentle breath across every inch of his skin. Collins dragged his finger under the side of his palm until he stilled just under his pinkie, dropping his thumb over the top.
Quinn's head was empty. All his plans for conversation flying out the window as he watched Collins idly play with the delicate joint of his finger, contemplating his words.
“How," Collins began, "after everything, after what I did, Quinn, you should hate me.”
Quinn tore his eyes away from their hands when Collins' voice cracked over his name. His heart stuttering in surprise to find Collins looking right back at him.
The expression set deep into Collins' eyes lite a fire in Quinn's heart. That fire felt like anger, but not at Collins. He was angry at the thoughts that had so clearly tied this man up in knots while Quinn slept.
He was blaming himself. For all of it. For all the actions of vile men that would have, and did, do the same to Collins the moment they were given the chance. All this guilt and shame laying like a thick blanket over Collins' back, he deserved none of it.
Quinn clasped their hands together.
“Come here,” he said, pulling Collins towards him.
Collins' face crumbled and, to Quinn's surprise, he went willingly into his arms. He pressed his face against Quinn's chest and wrapped his arm low around his waist.
Somehow, the larger man fit perfectly. Quinn wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other curled around Collins' head, pressing him in as close as possible.
“I'm so sorry,” Collins whispered.
“Shhh,” Quinn hushed, rubbing circles across his back and scratching his fingers through his hair. “Whatever you think you need forgiveness for, you have it.”
He felt Collins' breath hitch in a silent sob as he held onto Quinn as if he'd fall to his death if he ever let go.
Quinn kissed the top of his head and smoothed his hair back from his face. He still couldn't quite see him, tucked against his chest like he was. Quinn brought one finger to his chin and Collins let his head be tilted up.
Whatever Collins saw when he finally managed to look Quinn in the eyes brought a small, sad smile to his lips. He leaned his head back to rest against Quinn's shoulder and just watched him for a while as Quinn brushed his thumb across his cheek and down his jaw. He could feel Collins' body start to relax against him and Quinn drew his fingers back through his hair, then back across his cheek again and down his jaw, and then again. He watched as Collins' eyes slipped shut before widening again and dropping closed once more, Quinn never ceasing the gentle, rhythmic touches.
He thought he'd finally fallen asleep when Collins drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“We need to talk,” Collins said tiredly.
Quinn smiled, brushing his hair back again, “We will, I promise.”
He couldn't help the surprised grin that took over his face when Collins pressed up and Quinn instantly moved to meet him in the middle. Their lips grazed against each other in the briefest touch. Collins smiled against Quinn's mouth and kissed him once more before dropping his head back onto Quinn's chest and holding him tight.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes slipping closed again.
Quinn rested his cheek on Collins' head and closed his eyes.
“It's more than okay.”
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whumpasaurus101 · 1 year
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no thoughts, just brain thinking of scooping up mini whumpee after their punishment, feeling their body practically jump with each gasp between cries.
Their body quivers and trembles as I tell them that it's okay now.
and...and maybe if i feel extra mean, i squeeze them in my hand with just a liiiiiiitle too much pressure, hearing the hitch in their breath, followed by a wheezed whimper
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sskk-manifesto · 2 months
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Osamu Dazai and the Depressing Era
#I have so many thoughts through my mind these days I was barely able to focus on the episode. I kept zoning out#I made barely any post#Okay some thoughts. The thing that really hit me since the first time watching b/sd... Is the–#“I don't kill people because I want to write about lives” “I start doing good because my friend asked me to”#Like I get grey morals and everything but also. Sorry for being so simplistic but I think everyone should do good / not kill people–#because killing people is bad lol. No because of other personal reasons#I really *really* feel b/sd ultimately has a very nihilistic approach to life.#And that when Oda said “You won't find a reason to live whether side you're on. Both sides are the same.” it's not Oda-character talking–#but it's really the author expressing their own worldview through the one character that's the most distinguished#They really think there's no difference between good and bad in their little nihilistic world.#Which is something I personally don't agree with.#“It is a given that everything that is worth wanting will be lost the moment I obtain it”#......... No it's not you just need to go to the shore and listen to the waves crush and the seagulls squeal dude. It's going to be okay.#That's why it's so easy to portray Dazai as perfect and flawless for the author btw.#Because nothing he ever did in the pm was wrong if “good” and “bad” don't mean anything to begin with.#And this is coming from a deeply relativist person. But I believe even grey morals have a limit.#Thus my general disagreement with most b/sd themes#I don't know why I went off this tangent btw I didn't intend to.#I suppose it bears repeating once in a while where I stand compared to the b/sd themes and my personal interpretation of them#(Even though I acknowledge most people don't agree with such interpretation... )#There were other things regarding the episode I needed to say but I forgot...#One of them was that season 2 Dark Era proves that even amv openings can actually be good if you put enough budget in them#Which makes me even more pissed at the season 3 / season 5 ops#random rambles
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snowychicken · 5 months
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MEET ME IN THE TIME OF HARMONY
SIP ON SUNBEAMS 'TILL THE NEW MOON
I'M NOT SURE OF ANYTHING I'M NOT SURE IF THAT'S TRUE
I KNOW THE GLOW YOUR ESSENCE TENDED IS THE ME I CHOOSE
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