of gods and monsters.

in the land of gods and monsters, i was an angel, living in the garden of evil. screwed up, scared, doing anything that i needed, shining like a fiery beacon.

[hunnamsource]

[swiimtrunks-blog]

sorry ya’ll my mason muse has been kind of weird????? i’ll do drafts eventually.

[quincyquest]

[ridleydaisy]

[swiimtrunks-blog]

              ╰ ☾ ; ≫ BASED ON THIS ( FEMALES ) ! ╮

              When was the last time Mason had made the effort to leave the comfort of his dorm in search for breakfast, that too for a girl? Better yet, when was the last time Mason had let a girl crash in his bed after he’d gotten his nut? As far as he could remember, never. He was hungry —- good sex made him hungry and apparently delusional and so, he’d blame his sudden change of heart on exactly that, definitely not the the naked girl sprawled in his bedsheets ; she had absolutely NOTHING to do with it. Coffee tray balanced on one of his palms and a bag full of ‘one of everything’ held in the other, just like he’d said it to the lady at the counter, Mason kicks open the door with the front of his foot, a string of curses falling off his lips as the coffee tray held delicately between his fingers sways dangerously from side to side. So maybe he’d gone ahead and gotten her them breakfast but he wouldn’t allow coffee burns as well, his charitable quota for the year had far exceeded itself. When he enters the familiar apartment style dorm, his hazel hues fall upon the girl readying struggling with her belongings. ❛ I uh— morning,  ❜ He was usually a lot more charming. ❛ I didn’t think you’d be up for a bit so— I-I..., I got breakfast? ❜ He wiggles the bag in hand for the girl to see. ❛ I — well I mean I didn’t really know what you wanted so I got like..., one of pretty much everything they had. ❜

[fixaticn]

ingxnue:

au where the fuckboy wants to get with the most innocent (and sassy) girl in town but she hates his guts and one day his tricks start to work and they start aggressively making out and she gives in and has sex with him and then wakes up the next morning and he’s not there so she’s mentally scolding herself but then he comes back with breakfast (and he’s never done that for a girl) and he’s actually starting to fall for her idfk but wow that sounds cute

[princesconsuela]

[swiimtrunks-blog]

arya.

( &&. @diorgalore .

         YEARS had passed since she was last seen roaming through the castle, tolerating the idiotic officials and their STUPENDOUSLY crafted opinions on international politics. somehow, the oldest of the cambridge brunch had been convinced to attend a gala, hosting the most spoiled and ENTITLED bunch in the country. ‘ look, if you’re going to try to kiss someone’s ass for a promotion or your 15 minutes of fame, go talk to the brats, i’m not interested in giving you the slightest bout of positive attention, got it ? ’

               He doesn’t know why he’s there —- or rather, he knows why he’s there ( he was the recipient of some sort of a medal ) Mason just doesn’t want to be there and could you blame him, the royals were nowhere as scandalous as Prince Harry made them out to be. For someone who rarely found himself feigning for alcohol, Mason was well on his way to downing what he could have sworn was his sixth or maybe seventh flute of champagne —- maybe if he were drunk the time would somehow fly by faster. The sight of the raven haired girl stalking through the castle halls, an endearing frown placed on her plump lips leaves him intrigued and before he knows it, he’s rushing to keep up at her side. Before Mason has a chance to introduce himself, she spews words of annoyance in his direction and the blond can’t help but grin in amusement. Cute. ❛  Tempting offer, darling— ❜ He exhales a quiet chuckle. ❛  Surprisingly though, I’ve managed to last a bit longer than fifteen sans the help of these..., brats you speak of.  ❜ Mason’s grin only grows at her displeasure. ❛  I’ll take negative attention, so as long as I’m getting some sort of attention from you. ❜

[swiimtrunks-blog]

               ╰ ☾ ; ≫ STARTER FOR @jawkissed ! ╮

               In the midst of his home stretch at Stanford, Mason impatiently awaited the winter holidays. He didn’t hate school per say, no —- how could he, when he sat on top of the college food chain; a star athlete and a commendable student paired with his redeemable good-looks left Mason with his pick in campus pussy. College was his kingdom but every king needed a rightful break —- from the empty-headed sorority girls, the six am swim practices, and the endless midterms. He’s relieved when the sound of his alarm no longer harasses him to rise at ungodly hours. Breathing out a groan, he glances over at the clock sitting on bedside table. Well past noon, Mason can’t help but feel slightly accomplished — an early riser, he can’t remember the last time he’d lay s p r a w l e d in bed until well into the afternoon. The sun peeking through his blinds urges him to pull aside the disheveled sheets clinging to his robust thighs and moments later, he’s pulling himself to his feet, hazel hues glancing downwards at his bare but loudly grumbling torso. It doesn’t take Mason long to trudge his way through the house and into the kitchen. He’s sans shirt of course and sans pants, save the boxers that cling loosely onto his waist ( worn only for the sake of not scarring his parents or sister ) when he digits run through his bedraggled blond locks. Lips parting to let out a FATIGUED yawn, he pulls at the refrigerator door with ease, his sleepy hazel hues seeking out a carton of milk. Unbothered with the formalities of finding a glass, he brings the carton to his mouth, chugging sloppily, oblivious to the milk dribbling down his chin towards his bare chest.  

[hunterbuttparrish]

[swiimtrunks-blog]

listen ya’ll i need a reincarnation kind of a plot for mason — since he’s a greek god, he’s reincarnated into a new body, after the current body he occupies passes away. so i basically want a soulmate kind of a thing where, him and muse b have been together in each of their prior forms but some sort of force of nature ends up splitting them apart and then when they’re both reborn, the meet once again and fall in love once again and although they don’t clearly remember their past lives per se, they kind of have these brief moments of deja vu where they feel like they know each other and yeah ok idk we can plot this out and figure things out but i just really need this. 

[irainbowhood]

peachyrpc:

famous / non famous plots i want:

we used to be friends but then you become famous and left our town to travel the world but not once you texted me back. now you’re back and you wanna go back to the way we were? ha no not happening

i’ve always had a crush on you since the day we met but we were just friends and you can’t stop telling me about that ‘’special person’’ you met, but why are you showing up with the person i hate the most? why are you dating?

my friends drag me out to see your movie / concert and they’re totally in love with you but i’ve always hated your lifestyle and why are you winking at me ?? i don’t like you but oops, you’re actually quite pretty from up close ??

you can’t help but be hollywood’s bad person and since i’m your friend, i feel like it’s my duty to tell you not to get into any trouble

you’re famous and we were roommates but since you insist on staying normal, i guess we’ll stay roommates even though everything has changed since you became famous

i was joking around on tinder and i saw your profile but hey that must be a joke bc you’re famous ?? and oh you wanna meet up ?? i thought you were faking it but shit it’s really you

i just moved to a new city / country and why is my new neighbor someone hot and famous ?? and why do i look like a mess when we meet ??

[celebredit]

[swiimtrunks-blog]

lennox.

                 she had no idea whether she was overreacting or not, because she’d never been in this situation to know HOW to react.  the brunette wishes she could calm down & speak about this in a rational manner & she almost does.  she almost calms down & does what he asks.  & then he makes her even more angry.  infuriates her even more.  like.  did he really say the word like  ?  did he want her to throw a brick at his head, honestly  ? so, she does the first thing that feels normal.  she laughs.  she starts hysterically laugh, though, there’s a sardonic tone along with it.  ❛  like.  oh wow. ❜  fingers massage temple for a moment.   ❛  here i am. almost calling off my engagement for someone who  can’t even  say that he LOVES me.  here i am, thinking you actually figured out what you want.  that you might actually want me.  but you’re exactly the same.  you still c h o k e on the word love.  grow up, mason.  if you wanted me, you would be able to tell me.  ❜ 

               The sudden onset of silence has Mason breathing out a sigh of relief. He’s unsure of how it’d happened, considering his pathetic excuse of an apology, but he’d done it, he’d curbed her anger. ❛  So, we’re — this... it’s uh— ❜ Her shrill laughter has his tongue retreating back into the safety of his lips at the speed of a bullet. Mason didn’t know much about women but he did know that a convulsive laugh like that was NOT a good fucking sign. If he were planning on making a run for it and deep down he was because nowhere in his mind had he thought this out nearly as much as he probably should have, now would have been a real good time. Instead, much to his surprise his feet remain firmly planted. Now, if only Lennox could see t h a t ; Mason, notorious for running from all signs of responsibilities or commitment, couldn’t  move, regardless of how badly he wanted to because of HER. Did she really need a fucking six page love letter to understand that he was TRYING his fucking best? She speaks and not much of it resonates with him, he’s far too busy idolizing the way she looks when she’s angry, pale cheeks tinted crimson, and her kind eyes darting furiously, in an attempt to intimidate her opposer. It’s in that moment that Mason decides to push aside any thoughts of hesitation — he didn’t know how to say it and regardless of her pestering or anger, he probably wouldn’t say it, not yet anyways not until he could figure it out for himself first but that didn’t mean he couldn’t show her. He isn’t thinking when he moves forward. He doesn’t think when his sizable fingers cup her cheeks with a growing impatience, ❛  there’s more than one way to show someone you care for them, Lenny. ❜ He mumbles before pressing his lips to hers. 

[swiimtrunks-blog]

touleen.

。*  、—  sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ @swiimtrunks

。*  、— closeness was such a foreign concept to her for the past few years. any sort of intimacy was completely and utterly vacant in her life due to her own choices. she was completely fine with those choices as well. there were reasons behind them, and decisions she had made to get her back to the person she   believed   she could be before she met the person that tore her down to skin and bone. unsurprisingly, the closeness came out for the first time with someone completely opposite of her. he was tall, seemed lean and rugged, definitely an athletic, but there was more in common with them then what met the eye. both deemed completely and utterly   insane   by the inside world, they shared possibly more secrets than anyone. their insanity was what brought them together, which gave touleen the closeness she so dearly craved. the girl was sitting with almost perfect posture, and feet planted on the ground. the only difference was that there was a head placed firmly on her lap, her fingers running through the blonde hair like they    belonged   there. the two were watching some sort of old movie – touleen didn’t know the name – when she finally broke the hour silence.   ❛ you should really shower, you know.    ❜    she spoke with a jokingly tone, of course, but the girl could barely sit still. she craved this interaction.

               Tongue once running rampant with flirtatious innuendos, it’s strange to see the blond so subdued. His hazel hues, opaque with the ghosts of a past he only remembered in futile fragments attempt desperately to remain fixated on the black and white film flashing in front him. He can feel Touleen’s touch against his scalp ; her dainty fingers threading through blond tresses now dull in color and in desperate need of a cut and with each, leave his lids heavy with fatigue. He’s fallen in and out of a light slumber at least a dozen times now, only to be awakened by the unfamiliar ringing of the fermenting television. He needs sleep. He n e e d s  rest. His crippled mind needs time to recuperate. His lids are in the midst of fluttering to a slow close once more when the familiar sound of Touleen’s voice, have them shooting open once more. Half-irritated and only half because Mason couldn’t fathom being actually irritated at the closest thing he now had to home, the male heaves. ❛ You should really let me sleep, you know. ❜ he grumbles lowly, before shuffling his head uneasily in her lap. She’d struck a nerve. ❛ Are you saying I smell bad? ❜ He adds soon after, arms raising and nose dropping to the curve of his pits to get a good whiff. 

[swiimtrunks-blog]

martha.

martha pried her eyes from his sculpted physique and took interest in the blue carpet. she turned over in the bed and let her head sink into the pillow. how could she be so stupid ? even her daughter asked why the nanny came over more often, and why the recycling bins always overflowed. as a result of overdue grief, martha became tangled in vices. she sought comfort in the forms of alcohol and sex. combined, they were monstrous, but sex was probably the worst on its own. she relished the awful pleasure, giving her an exhilarating high, only to feel nauseated after the climax. although ash died years ago, martha felt dirty sleeping with other men. she only enjoyed the feeling of sex and not actually feeling, because she only had feelings for ash. no amount of alcohol or sex or therapy or sobbing could change that. how could she be so persistent to sin, and ironically not be persistent about moving on ? martha squirmed underneath the sheets until he spoke. “um, i can walk back.” she responded, grogginess still detectable. the girl propped herself up on her elbows while bringing the blanket up to cover her bare breasts. as she reached for her shirt hanging off the headboard, martha continued to squirm. as long as she was here, naked in another bed, she wouldn’t be able to expunge the disgust with herself. she loathed it. she wanted it gone. “could i um, just ━━━ perhaps take a shower first ?”

               He feels bad — Mason really, truly, deeply from the bottom his heart ( an organ that Mason isn’t even certain is present sometimes ) feels bad for her loss. She’d lost a boyfriend and it was probably painful and if he could relate, which he couldn’t because Mason wasn’t stupid enough to put himself in such a situation, he would attempt to comfort her or at least pull her in for a solacing hug. Instead, he stands a safe distance from the woman, bare back pressed into the wall behind him, once playful features now shadowed with discomfort. Fuck, he was a total asshole. The thick aura of awkwardness now clouding over a room that Mason took pride in being his sanctuary, the male shook his head. ❛  You want to walk...  ❜ He repeats under his breath, brows furrowed in confusion. ❛  I mean— I’m not gonna stop you,  ❜ The blond shrugs, showing little sign of putting up an argument with the female sprawled lazily across his sheets. At the mention of a shower, Mason lights up. This was good — this was conversation that could be backtracked into the place of lighthearted playfulness that Mason was both familiar and comfortable with. He glances down at his bare torso, fingers reaching to fiddle with the plush, pearly towel hanging from his waist.  ❛  Sure thing, if you’d have said something earlier, I would’ve let you slip in with me.  ❜ He can’t help but smile as he dally’s back into the familiar territory of flirtatious banter. 

[writing-prompt-s]

Anyone not married by age 25 gets a spouse assigned to them by the government. You are fine with that: most matches are a success and it’s less effort for you. But it’s your wedding day and you’ve just met your match. You cannot imagine how this was the person they chose for you…..!