#-shrugs

[kineticallyanywhere]

If Gods can’t be killed why do they choose to remain out of our reach?

i mean. going back to high school wouldn’t kill me but if I could choose between that and mt olympus i know what i’d pick

[krxsny]

    Her memories of the Vaganovs were hazy, but she remembered them. The warm eyes of the son, Gleb and the smile of his mother Irina. She didn’t know what to make of the father Stepan. Distant. Colder, but a part of her had always hoped she had managed to find a way to endear herself to him in some small way. Anyone who knew her would guess it was just the people-pleaser side to herself; always wanting everyone to get along and be happy. She remembered hugging onto Irina’s skirts and holding onto Gleb’s hand as they walked or even despite her nerves pressing a flower into the patriarch’s hand before scampering off to play on the ground of the palace close to, but never with the royals who lived there. 

She remembered hot tears falling when she was told the Vaganovs were leaving and she was never told why. She remembered hugging Irina’s skirts once more, but this time a bit more clingingly and much sadly. While she had never considered Irina or for that matter Stepan with paternal feelings she had come to care for them in a way that made their leaving painful. Saying goodbye to a playmate she had known briefly but already loved intensely. 

Which was why on the rare chance she was allowed outside and saw the woman, now much older just like she was, she couldn’t help but break into a run at the sight calling her name. A gun shot rang out and shouts sounded behind her and immediately she dropped to the ground in the snow with a sob, her hands covering her head as rough hands of the guards yanked up off the ground while she cried out to the woman hoping she’d recognize her. 

She was different now at sixteen. Longer, lithe, the roundness in her features had slimmed but her eyes and hair had remained the same as well as the fondness for this woman and her family. “Irina! Irina, please! It’s me-! Liesel! Irina please, you have to help me, please!” Were the broken sobs from the teenager as she was practically carried off and back into the house that was a prison for the servants and royals. 

All she could think about was freedom. Of Gleb. Of Irina and Stepan. If someone could save her from the nightmare that had become her life it was them. All safety and security was gone. The Romanovs had fallen and her uncle was dead. Killed in the line of duty and had left her to share the same fate as the other servants, some had been excused others stayed with the royal family. She wasn’t given a choice and was kept on to help maintain the house, secluded with other servants and only speaking with the Romanov’s in passing, never really knowing them only aware that their time together was ever guarded and watched. Right now all she really wanted was to hold onto Irina one more time, to take hold of Gleb’s hand with his reassuring her that it’d be alright like he used to when they were younger and she was frightened.

[formalbrutality]

Alright ya’ll, it’s thinking time;

Today’s topic, Madara being forced into an arranged marriage.

Let’s begin by saying if this were to happen, Madara would have been ordered to do it by the Uchiha clan leader (Which I don’t even know who it would be.)

Let’s say for general purposes, his father makes the call. Even without being the leader, his father could go and say ‘MY son is the strongest of my children. I want him to have strong children of his own with a suitable lady so they can make our clan stronger’ - the leader in the time of war, would most likely agree to this. Following my headcanon about Madara being the one to kill Tajima, he’d have to already have the Mangekyu Sharingan - or hell, killing him is what awakens the Mangekyu. My point here is that Madara would be incredibly young. He’d be in his early teens. I’m talking 11, or 12, maybe 13.

Despite being so young, I think he’d treat his ‘wife’ like trash, because he’d be angry at his father for making him do such a thing and taking it out on her. I don’t think they’d have sex - because he wouldn’t want to. The whole point of this marriage is so that she could carry his babies, and she cant do that if he’s not willing. Maybe she’d be thankful for that (Not having to have sex with a minor) But going back to how he’d treat her, he’d basically make her his slave. He wouldn’t acknowledge her (Probably because being so young, he wouldn’t know how, or what the point of it would be.) She would cook and clean for him and he’d just be there like ‘bitch its cold.’ ‘Sorry, I’ll do it again’ “No forget it, you’ll just fuck it up again’ - and disappears outside to train.

Idk. In the fact of friends or family members, he wouldn’t act any different either. He’d still treat her badly (as bad as a 13 year old could). When he finally kills his father and rises to be the clan leader, able to make his own rules, he’d let her go, be in love with whoever she wants to love.

...

Plot twist she loved Madara because he was one of those brooding angsty teenagers and was the strongest in his clan - but the way he treated her like crap made her hate herself because ‘how could I love someone whos so mean to me..’

[noodle-slurp]

The tiny artists dream.

[gaydizasta]

Misaki actually posted my art on the Samurai Buyer twitter and I don't know if I should be shook that he noticed or pissed off that he didn't credit me at all

[thislovelylady]

continued from here. maybe it is canon. maybe it’s further down the road in their relationship. maybe it’s bullshit. who knows? it’s fun.

Lenora had a busy life and a was workaholic on top of that: Between gathering herbs, experimenting with said herbs, mixing potions, being a merchant (and occasional emotional consultant), there was little time she had for...personal enjoyment. But she was still a woman with needs, and so it wasn’t completely out of character for her to indulge on occasion.

It wasn’t too much of a stretch to get her to invite Zelos to bed. He was handsome, had proved dependable, and was more or less a walking sex offer. ‘Charming’ men like that went one of two ways: they backed up all their talk and flirtations with actual skill, or they were nothing but talk and would backpedal and be horrible. Considering he had performed excellently in her first request, she was willing to risk the latter. Fortunately, she was not disappointed.

...At least, from what she could remember. Between the drinks and the aphrodisiac she always took before one-night stands (she wouldn’t drug her partners, of course; unless they requested) her memory was kind of spotty. But she preferred that to an extent.

At his rustling, she turned and peeked at him over her shoulder, brows raised.

“...Don’t look so lost. You’ll make me worry I didn’t get your full consent.”

[makoheadrush]

Question for you RP types since I don’t want to hint at any sort of drama on my RP blogs.  Not that there -is- drama per se, I’m just like...stymied.

I totally get the ‘mutuals only’ thing - in fact, I’ve been mutuals- only on various blogs at different times myself, more of a time management thing than trying to be exclusive.  When you have 500 followers on a blog, you can’t literally RP with every single one.

And, you know, there are people I follow who don’t follow back - totally their prerogative and all.  I won’t lose sleep over it or have hurt feelings, honestly. My dash is getting ridiculous too, tbh, and I need to do a sweep one of these days with unfollowing inactive blogs, etc.

Once in a while, though - and I might not realize when I’ve done it- that someone I followed either didn’t follow me back, or has unfollowed me - and then liked one of their mutuals-only starter calls.  Apparently this is a huge faux pas?  And some people get like...really upset, if a non-mutual likes a starter call.    

I mean, reminding people ‘hey, I’m mutuals only, so please keep that in mind’ is totally understandable.  Getting bent out of shape over that....well, I just don’t see the point.

[mirroreddarkknight]

Sparda? -- Heh.~

Adraps heard his counterpart’s name as he was the only one facing the demons. The name that was not his but it really pissed him off. He might be the doppelganger but he was NOT Sparda by a long shot.  Let it be know that he did not take this lightly -- Oh no . . . He killed the one calling him Sparda.  He was not him. HE was NOT him! Adraps grabbed his face and burst out in laughing.  “Is that a fucking joke? You think it is funny you worthless shits?”, he asks no -- screamed it.  “I am Adraps! Your beloved Dark Knight doppelganger . . . Say his name again and I’ll just rip your tongue OUT!”