これは永遠の恋だ

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[shumidehiro]

それは永遠の恋か。禁断の行為か。

Is this love or a forbidden act?

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[shumidehiro]

For some reason, many people hate the hobbits. But as for me, it's the first movie that pulled me into LOTR, so it holds a special place in my heart

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Double Trouble...

(When you C6 them both and this is what you have to deal with now. One day, at least)

[lumi-nay]

Your Lieutenant who routinely disappears every night on base. It's not completely weird or anything, the man did have a strict regimen, but really? Every night? A bit over-kill no? Maybe he always got an early night, which you could respect

Your Lieutenant who also refused to eat anything in the mess, or touch his mre's whilst on ops. Maybe he wasn't a fan of lifting his mask and eating in front of others? Regardless, you didnt press, all it meant was more apple crumble for you

Your Lieutenant who is always covered up on every single op, even on base, even during a heatwave! You understood not wanting to show skin but wasn't this too much? You were worried about him overheating, but he seemed fine.

Your Lieutenant who seems to be up all hours of the night, always in his office, always available for a debrief or a meeting, and never tired after an op, and seemed like he had endless stamina to train.

You, who finds him to be admirable, so dedicated to the cause and motivated all the time.

One night, you decided to head to his office to ask him to give you tips! Hes your Lieutenant afterall.

You, who walks in on Ghost, in his office, stripped down to briefs, on the floor, mask off, fangs out as he bit into and sucked on a pre prepared blood bag, panting and heaving as he made a mess.

"S-sergeant-" Ghost growled out, his eyes glowing a faint shade of red as he spotted you. God, you looked delicious...

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A/n: Wait ive got part 2 ideas, but i had to build it up a bit, so this is totally filler, but let's see how this does 😫

[devildomartist]

Thinking of a yandere! God. Not specifically a god of anything.

Just thinking of the possibility that they can create a whole separate world just to contain you and force you to live with them and you'd literally have no way out without his permission. Because what can you, a human, do against a god who trapped you in some alternative reality where they bend and break everything to their liking?

Or even a god who just bends reality as is to make you stay with them, change the past, change history, turn you into nothing in the way where no one knows you. Your family? Forgotten about you, to them you never existed. So to everyone, you'd just be some person and you wouldn't be able to get help to escape them.

[rosesoftly]

Give me more of "I wouldn't say freed... more like under new management. " My beloved Capitano isn't dead. I still trust. He is very much alive and I'll wait for him for an eternity.

I'm not delulu. I swear he is alive, he told me! This is not copin either. I swear, but people don't believe me and answer me with pity 😞 Anyway, going back to the fic, I wonder how would he tried to get back what was stolen. I don't think it'd be that hard. After all, he IS Capitano and very well respected (and alive). In any case, Pantalone has it complicated once he realizes his fellow Harbinger is pretty HEALTHY and BREATHING.

Okay, so I originally only meant to write like a paragraph or two, but this actually made me giggle out loud; I can already picture it — oh, poor, sweet, deluded Pantalone. I know Dottore is going to be PISSED. He just went through all the trouble of replacing Pantalone’s lungs only for Capitano to stab a claymore through his chest, repeatedly. violently. And with incredible force. 

Pantalone better pray that immortality serum is more than a glorified moisturiser because he's going to need deathlessness in every sense of the word

If Capitano ever gets a whiff of a rumour that Pantalone has taken advantage of his absence… Pantalone is undoubtedly capable, but I would NOT want to be in his shoes.

If… no, actually, WHEN (I still believe our beloved captain will return; we just have to believe harder) Capitano regains his consciousness, I can tell you with absolute certainty a VERY smug Pulcinella will be signing off on using public funds to peel Pantalone’s body off the streets of Snezhnograd.

I’m afraid all the money in the world can do very little to stop a freshly awakened Capitano who just wants to see his beloved darling!!!! 

Capitano pulls up to Zapolyarny Palace, ready to tell everyone he’s alive and he’s ready to resume his duties!!!! He just wants to go and have a very romantic (very one-sided) reunion with his darling first; that's okay, right guys? Haha…. right? …right? guys…? why do you all look so nervous haha?

On one hand, he is thrilled that you are safe and sound; your safety was the only reason he hesitated to sacrifice himself in Natlan.

He had sent off a missive to Pierro when he had made up his mind to reassure him that you were unaware of any of the Fatui’s inner workings and that he entrusted Pierro to ensure you were looked after in his absence, as well as a letter to hand over to you personally.

Apparently, the message never made it to Zapolynary Palace (weird that…), and with no one able to ask Capitano what he wished to do with his beloved, Pantalone graciously interceded on your behalf (and they say chivalry is dead?)

Capitano will be outraged at Pantalone for taking advantage of his darling’s vulnerability but, being so relieved at being able to hold you in his arms once again, a luxury he believed he would never have again, will allow you to dictate how this goes. The ball is in your park. 

Scenario A: You downplay what happened.

Perhaps you are truly innocent (read: naïve) enough to believe Pantalone was truly trying to save you from a grisly fate and you were able to overlook any… impropriety as Pantalone’s poor attempts at comforting a widow.

Maybe you have even grown fond of Pantalone in the time you’ve spent together; you revelled in his attentions. The constant gifts and doting, the trips and excursions, every tender kiss and caress. His love burned just as fiercely, but maybe you found warmth where Capitano’s flames scorched you.

OR maybe you are just a sadist who likes holding all the cards, and the idea of the richest man in Snezhnaya squirming while trying to piece together your motivations amuses you. The idea of him pacing his office all throughout the night, not getting a lick of sleep while constantly overthinking your motivation.

Was this all some elaborate political game? No Pantalone, it’s just funny to watch you writhe.

Scenario B: You don’t hold back…

Perhaps, Pantalone truly terrified you and were praying for the miracle of Capitano's safe return. After all, the devil you know is better than the one you don't. You knew Capitano's overly reverential love at least ensured your safety from everyone, including himself.

It's also equally possible you considered Pantalone a real annoyance and you want petty vengeance for the countless hours you will never get back where he forced you to perch on his lap as he peppered your forehead in doting kisses while he murmured into your hair line quite possibly the most boring financial theories in excruciating detail.

If it weren’t for his clear proficiency at manipulating conversations and interactions, you would have thought Pantalone was just socially inept.

No matter what social cues you tried to force his way with about as much subtlety as a bull in a china shop (you started with slow, clipped responses. lots of “uh-huh”, “oh”, “wow”, “huh” until after several hours and a sore back later you had started to just outright fake being asleep to TRY and get him to SHUT UP and he. still. kept. talking. Your eyes were shut, breathing deep, pulse slowed. You were putting on a performance that would put the Korolevisky troupe to shame) he simply will not shut up. Murmuring into your hairline for hours with his hot, wet breath, you were surprised when you DIDN'T find a mushroom sprouting out of your forehead when he finally relinquished you at the end of his monologue.

Capitano was delusional in many ways but he was lucid enough to see when he was boring you. But please, don't be mean to the poor Pantalone. He's just so giddy to finally have you that he can't think straight.

He's been pining for you for years, he just wants to tell you all about his grand ideas and complicated theories and for you to "Ooh" and "Aah" and say "wow Feofan, has anyone ever told you how smart and handsome and kissable you are?"

Capitano will sweetly coax you into telling him about ANY questionable touch or whisper or even look. Any inkling of ill intentions, he wants to hear about it.

Pantalone has dishonoured you and taken advantage of you in your hour of need, Capitano needs to exact justice on your behalf.

He doesn't care if you think what you're telling him is stupid or miniscule. Nothing you say is unimportant or insignificant to him.

He will hold you tightly as you tell him all that happened in his absence. He will take you in his arms gently but you can still feel the tenseness in his limbs. He whispers in your ear, reminding you of how brave you are. His words are sincere and sweet but you can hear his voice is strained.

When he tells you he cannot express how sorry he is for leaving you vulnerable to the predatory advances of the unworthy, he means it.

If his body had not been so ravaged by abyssal corruption you are sure you would be able to see bitter tears of regret falling down his cheeks.

If you are a more vindictive darling, you could outright lie if you wished; the proof could sit right in front of Capitano’s face, and he would still refuse to see it.

In his eyes, you are his perfect little angel that does no wrong ever. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

He doesn’t care about the facts; there is only one truth Capitano cares about, and that is that his perfect sweet darling would never lie to him. (Apart from the numerous times they have in the past, but he’s not counting those, so stop bringing them up, okay?).

Pantalone is pissed, but he still doesn’t have it in him to be mad at you, the thought of you playing the trickster just endears you to him even more.

Truthfully, He’s more annoyed at your oaf of a husband, Capitano faces off against Ronova and comes strolling back like he just went on a lovely hike through the Natlanese mountains. unbelievable.

I just know Pantalone was seething and malding when he hear Capitano was alive and well after all.

He’s honestly most upset that you think he was such a poor host, a bit embarrassed even. He had been pining and planning for years and fumbled so badly.

Well, no matter. Provided Pantalone has a bit of prep time, there are plenty of strings he can pull. Half of Snezhnaya owes Pantalone a favour, and the other half want him to owe them.

“Tell me, Zandik. Are you not curious about the inner workings of our dear colleague? I’m sure any endeavours to discover them would be exceptionally well funded”

Even if he does not have any prep time, it’s unlikely Pierro will tolerate the harbingers openly feuding, especially over something he sees as so inconsequential as you. He foolishly doesn't see that voicing this sentiment would create the truce he wants (albeit temporarily, where the anger Capitano and Pantalone feel at you being described as inconsequential would be enough to unite and blow Pierro up with their minds)

If they cause too many problems, then Pierro will have to intervene, and then it really could go any way. 

Pierro deeply respects Capitano as a warrior and harbinger, but Pantalone is the beating heart of the Snezhnayan economy. No matter who he says gets to keep you, the other will fight that decision tooth and nail and Snezhnaya will bleed.

Capitano will likely fight it overtly, if you have been wronged in any way, the only order capitano will accept is the tsaritsa's blessing to separate Pantalone's head from his body.

If this ends in anything other than his darling returned to him and him personally ensuring a gruesome end to the man who sought to replace him then he is willing to turn against the fatui.

When he went to face Ronova he went knowing that he would likely never see you again. Now that he has a second chance to be with you, he won't squander that.

On the other hand, Pantalone is no stranger to underhanded measures, they are his bread and butter. Capitano might be physically stronger but Pantalone is unrivalled at manipulation.

Luckily for Pantalone, He's not stupid or proud enough to challenge Capitano to a duel or anything of the sort, growing up in abject poverty allows you to see the true value of your life and makes you far less willing to gamble it when the odds are not stacked in your favour.

So if you feel yourself being pulled out of your bed in the night and carried away by strange men, he knows its all very scary but if you can be brave and keep the screaming to a minimum, at least until he gets you to the safe house, he would be very appreciative.

Or I raise a secret third option: Why choose? Weaponise how whipped they are and start the throuple of your dreams. Best of both worlds. you are welcome.

[shumidehiro]

*sigh lovingly* Bernadette by IAMX is just so perfect for yandere stories

[shumidehiro]

Btw if you guys wanna recommend me some good yandere songs, then feel free to do so!

[shumidehiro]

*sigh lovingly* Bernadette by IAMX is just so perfect for yandere stories

[diz-eaze]

i've never touched the love island show before but i do find the concept of it to be sooo entertaining. the thought of a yandere in love island (teyvat edition).. if you laugh....!!! having a connection with flins but then a new bombshell enters the villa (noy) and now he's forced to watch you tongue the new guy down and pretend like he's not a kitchen knife away from causing the show to end then and there.

[shumidehiro]

Idk much about football or halaand but it's so funny to see memes of him chasing people

[yellowocaballero]

Miguel is Fine, Actually (Being Spider-Man's Just Toxic As Hell)

Before I watched ATSV I said that I would defend my man Miguel O'Hara's actions no matter what, because he's always valid and I support women's wrongs. I was joking, and I did not actually expect to start defending him on Tumblr.edu. But I'm seeing a lot of commentary that's super reductive, so I do want to bring up another perspective on his character.

Miguel wasn't acting against the spirit of Spider-Man, or what being Spider-Man means. Miguel isn't meant to represent the antithesis of Spider-Man. Miles is the antithesis of Spider-Man. Miguel represents Spider-Man taken to its extreme.

Think about Miguel's actions from his perspective. If you were a hero who genuinely, legitimately, 100%, no doubt about it, believed that somebody is going to make a selfish decision that will destroy an entire universe and put the entire multiverse at severe risk - if you had an over-burdened sense of responsibility and believed in doing the right thing no matter what - you would also chase down the kid and put him in baby jail to try and prevent it. He believed that he was saving the multiverse, and that Miles was putting it in danger for selfish reasons. Which is completely unforgivable to him, because selfishness is what he hates the most. And then he goes completely out of pocket and starts beefing with a 15yo lmfaooo he's such a dick.

But why did Miguel believe that? Why did he believe that Miles choosing himself and his own happiness over the well-being of others was the worst possible thing? Why did he believe that tragedy was inevitable in their lives, and that without tragedy Spider-Man can't exist?

Because he's Spider-Man.

Peter Parker was once a fifteen year old who chose his own happiness over protecting others. It was the greatest regret of his life and he never forgave himself. Peter's ethos means that he will put himself last every time, and that he will sacrifice anything and everything in his life - his relationships, his health, his future - to protecting and helping others. Peter dropped out of college because it interfered with Spider-Man. He destroyed his own future for Spider-Man. He ruins friendships and romantic relationships because Spider-Man was more important. If Peter ever tries to protect himself and his own happiness, then he's a bad person.

That is intrinsic to Peter. Peter would not be Peter without it. A story that is not defined by Peter's unhappiness is not a Spider-Man story. If Peter doesn't make himself miserable, then he's just not Peter.

That is a Spider-Man story: that not only is tragedy inevitable, that if you don't allow yourself to be defined by your tragedy then you're a bad person. If you don't suffer, then you're a bad person. If you ever put anything above Spider-Man, then you're killing Uncle Ben all over again. Miguel isn't the only one that believes this - as we saw, every Spider-Man buys into what he's saying. There's no Spider-Man without these beliefs.

Miguel attempted to find his own happiness, and he was punished in the most extreme way. He got Uncle Ben'd x10000. He tried to be happy, and it literally destroyed his entire universe. It's the Spider-narrative taken to the extreme. Of course Miguel believes all of this. Of course he believes this so firmly. He's Spider-Man. That's his story. And the one time Miguel tried to fight against that story, he was punished. And like any Spider-Man, he'll slavishly obey that narrative no matter the evil it creates and perpetuates. Because if he doesn't, the narrative will punish him. The narrative will always punish him. It's a Spider-Man story.

I don't think the universal constant between Spider-Mans, the thing that makes them Spider-Man, is tragedy. I think it's the fact that they never forgive themselves. And Miguel is what that viewpoint creates. He doesn't believe this things because he's an awful, mean person. He believes them because he's a hero. He's a good person who hates himself.

Across the Spider-verse isn't really a Spider-Man story. It's a story about Spider-Man stories. Miguel's right: if this was a Spider-Man story, then Miles acting selfishly really would destroy the universe. But Miles' story isn't interested in punishing him. It pushes back against Peter's narrative that unhappiness is inevitable and that you have to suffer to be a good person. It says that sometimes we do the right thing from love and not fear, and that Peter's way of thinking is ultimately super toxic and unhappy. ITSV was about Miles deciding that he didn't need to be Peter Parker, that all he needed to be was Miles, and ATSV is about how being Peter Parker isn't such a good thing. Miguel shows that. Whatever toxic and unhealthy beliefs he holds - they're the exact same beliefs that any Spider-Man holds. He's a dick, but I don't think he's any more awful a person than Peter is.

TL;DR: Miguel isn't a bad person, he just has Spider-Man brainrot.

[shumidehiro]

Danica's outfit is seriously the most jarring one I've seen so far. Like, I was so happy to see her rather modest top and then her skirt just cuts short to the point where it looks like panties from afar

[after-witch]

Sorry for being so sudden, but! You MUST read HOW ABOUT COSMIC HORROR? The premise of the novel (and the manhwa based on it): a powerful ancient deity, based by the author on the Lovecraftian Azathoth, falls in love with a mortal girl and turns her life into hell. Insane levels of yanderism, obsessivness, trickstery, actual HORROR when mc finds her diary (where all the memories he wiped from her mind are written), The Smiling Man vibes included cause he likes to warp reality and add crazy rules to this world just to play with her!!! I think you might really enjoy it! I recommend the novel rather than the manhwa cause it goes further but the manhwa has a really good artstyle

Ooooo interesting!

[shumidehiro]

I'm beginning to see more signs of graduation. God I hope it's the answer to my prayers 🙏🙇🏻‍♀️

[dottoreapologist]

The sun glowing dim, you glided across the ice rink far from the castle, The quietness offering a moment of peace to clear your mind. As you were skating, your eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance.

65.. you think to yourself, you can sense him gawking at your dancing silhouette so intensely.

You draw yourself closer to his figure, as you do, you catch yourself smiling slightly, maybe feeling a bit flushed. “What are you doing here?” you inquire.

His hand resting on his cane, unbothered. You cannot see his eyes, yet you can tell they are burning a hole through you. “I came to check on our darling, of course.”

“What for?” You look over the snowflakes falling on his fluffy hair. You have always favored 65 over the other segments; he was much more mature compared to all of them, and probably because he reminded you of your beloved Zandik.

“Hm? Why am I compelled to explain my reasoning?” he responds, maintaining a calm manner.

“Because you always have an agenda for everything.” You tease, skating around in a circle, not too far from him. “How did you even know I was here?” You paused, drawing yourself closer to him again.

“This is the only place you come to when you’re nowhere to be found.” he says, inspecting you.

You smile slightly at him before that smile sours. “I miss him.” you sigh softly.

There was an eerie silence between you two before he spoke again. “It’s getting late. We should head back.” He extended his hand to you, the other resting on his cane. “Shall we?”

[bloomingtorii]

the concept of dottore (35) wearing 45's clothes bcs there’s not that much difference in their appearance, and they both have a mask, he can pass for him, and you treat him like you treat 45 - not much different, but gentler, bcs 45 himself is gentler, quieter, and so if 35 sits quietly and continues reading while you sit on his lap and play with his hair, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing his face, he can too be gentler and tentatively indulge in being loved

[wri0thesley]

It’s innocuous, at first. He knows you didn’t mean to do it; you’re so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, so heart-rendingly sweet and so awfully earnest that you’d probably combust if you realised how much you’ve twisted Varka’s insides into a knot.

But you do it nevertheless. He’s at the front counter of your bakery, lured in by the scent of those chocolate filled rolls that you only make every few weeks - and when he leans over to grab the neatly packaged little box (three for him; you’d had three left and he gets very hungry, he’ll work it off in ten minutes of swinging his sword around) his hands brush against yours and you squeak in surprise.

“Oh!” You say, your eyes going all big like a deer in the wood, “Grandmaster Varka! I didn’t realise how big your hands were!”

He laughs, but then he sees that your own hand is on the counter, and he can’t resist showing off. Can’t resist taking your hand in one of his to show off his size against yours.

Only . . . He didn’t realise quite how small your own hands were. They’re soft and plump and dimpled, your fingers short enough that they only go halfway past the second joints of his own. And in his grip . . . He can’t help but notice how rough and scarred his own are, and how nice the soft brush of your warm little palm feels.

“Think of all the bread you could knead!” You say, with a sweet smile and a tilt of your head and your eyes crinkling at the corners. “It would barely take you any time at all!”

His throat suddenly feels awfully clogged up. He coughs to try and dislodge it, his fingers brushing over your own as he forces himself to let go of your hand before your gaze turns questioning.

“You’d never get yours around the hilt of my sword,” He tells you, aiming for jovial but finding that it comes out low and thick, almost sultry. The faintest flush goes to your cheeks, and you busy yourself with some business putting mora away, flustered.

“I’ve never thought to handle a greatsword,” you say, and give him a frazzled smile. “I’m happier in the kitchen, I suppose. Still. We’ve all wondered what it would be like to be a Knight of Favonius!”

“Come over to the headquarters some time,” he finds himself saying, his mouth running away with him. He can’t help but notice all of the other parts of you, now, that are smaller and softer than him. How he’d probably have to pick you up around the waist to kiss you. How your hips would fit so nicely in his palm, how the soft pudge of your middle would ooze out from his grip. He wonders how full your thighs are, beneath that flour-dusted apron. “I’ll give you a lesson.”

You place your hands on your hips and look at him, and he notices your lower lip, the tilt of your nose, the way your hair falls. There’s a smudge of flour on the apple of one of your plump, full cheeks.

“How could I resist an invitation from the Grandmaster?” You ask, and laugh. “I guess we’ll see if my hand fits around your sword hilt, then!”

Yes. The hilt of his sword. And if his mind wanders, seeing that, to your little hands wrapped around the silky skin of his aching shaft - to the thought of whether your pretty, plump fingers would meet around his cock, as it pulsed underneath your hot palm . . . Who could blame him?

“Yeah,” he says to you, with a grin. “Any time, sweetheart!”

Those who see the Grandmaster return from his errand to the bakery wonder about how quickly he breezes past them, about the definitive slam-click of his office door behind him . . . but they simply sigh to themselves. The life of the Grandmaster, after all, is one fraught with paperwork.

The groan that spills forth from behind that heavy wood, they reason, is simply Varka bemoaning having to sign off on yet another request for leave.