#overdue meme

[gildedusurper]

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

@notyourpocket​ said: 🥀 ||  🥀…. a complaint.

“ IT WAS H O O O O O O O O O O O O O RIBLE, MY LOVE!!! This ‘justice system’ continues to oppress! Why they would force  p o o r   l i t t l e   m e  to pay such a grand fee for some supposed ‘thievery’ is preposterous! I’ve done nothing wrong! EVER! I’m practically a star model for this accursed city... ”

“ ...How rude. How terribly obscene! This justice system is full of injustice! How is a beautiful, royal, powerful King and his handsome, intelligent, talented Doctor suppose to have fun when they continue to punish us so! Oh, I can’t take it any longer, my darling! This fragile gilded heart of mine is BREAKING!!! ”

[acerbicaccoster]

OVERDUE MEMES // NOT ACCEPTING NO TOUCH ME ANGY

@notyourpocket​  said: 💪 ||  💪 - over the shoulder.

     A defender by heart, misplaced in a world far beyond his understanding. Any excuse to fulfill his role is one worth taking. Atop the snow covered roofs of a condo, Ludwig’s home is one he visits frequent, observing the scenic views with helpings to fresh feed collected in a burlap sack. Hours tick by, time killed creating snowballs, testing strength to hit a tree far across dimly lit roads. A lack of sleep has him dozing in the midst of his self-assigned post, having run purely on two to three hours on a daily had exhausted him to his breaking point.

     Being a light sleeper holds little benefits for someone so frequently sleep deprived - yet he finds himself thankful as the sudden stirring of his body forcefully pulls him from a dreamless slumber. Someone was carrying him, and it’s at that moment he feels hot pain swelling in his leg. Heavy armor and a slumped over form earned him the a pitiful trip onto the ground. He assumes the impact had knocked him unconscious - for how long is beyond his knowing. The sky is still dark, he can barely see. His vision is swimming with stars.

“ Unhand me at once... ” A groggy tone lacking its usual malice slithers from his dried throat. Limbs uselessly dangle over the broad shoulder of what he’d assumed to be a stranger. He’s too tired to fight back... Not until he catches a glimpse of familiar red gloves carrying his shovel.

     Lucky him.

      Lips twist into a growing scowl. Not having his shovel makes freeing himself a more daunting task than he would have wished for. There’s only one last chance he has to ensure his freedom, and it’s not one he’s content about doing. Lazed arms rise fighting back against fatigue. His helm slipped carefully into a firm hold, swiveled until red horns point inward towards the two. The man’s not paying any mind - he won’t see him - he hopes. 

     Is he really going through with this...?

     A befuddle brain says “screw it”. Ludwig’s only warning would be the sound of shifting armor as he lifts the helm as high as his body would allow. The strike against his back would be far weaker than what he’s normally capable of - though nonetheless a painful experience if there’s no swift reaction for it...

[pxperhearts]

‘ you won’t lose me. ’ -- chloe for lucifer

@passiondreamt

There are many constants in Lucifer’s life. Hating his father, giving Amenadiel the runaround, the sex and drugs that came in and out of his life. He’s never understood why humans place such taboos around the last two, but it made them all the more satisfying.

Chloe, however, was entirely different. He’d wrestled with the fact that she might be sent by his ‘Father who art in Heaven’, surely laughing at him from the Silver City itself, but how his heart ached around her. Lucifer cupped her cheek, his thumb padding softly along her skin. 

She could very well be acting under His will. How else could a human love the devil? 

“I’d tear Heaven and Hell apart for you.” And he means it.

[venanix-blog]

cold case | kyouko kirigiri & weiss schnee | @sleuthspeak

i made a pinterest board for this hell ship, too: click here.

[cyberneticscientist]

[Examine Sheogorath's tush ]

Overdue meme

     You examine Sheogorath’s rear for about the fourth time today. Cybernetic enhancements has it’s charms and quirks, but it can never really rid you of human emotions. Not like it was that big of a problem. No one would be able to tell that’s where your focus was set, considering your natural state was staring downwards anyways.

      You digress, and continue your stare until you feel just the slightest bit playful--which you know isn’t good for your reputation, your mental health, and a whole list of other things you could produce just to excuse yourself from becoming emotionally attached towards this older gentlemen.

     While you often are subtle with your jokes (to points where many miss your humor, which is fine in your eyes), your unnerving desire, or craving, for Sheogorath in both a physical, mental, and unfortunate sexual manner leads you to draw your hand out and give his tush the softest little pinch--after which, you barely brush the area with the back of your fingers before retreating back into your book, playing it off as though nothing had happened. You hoped he’d believe that nothing had happened... But... Deep down...

      ....A part of you hopes that isn’t the case.

[soulcluster-moved]

@worldly-diversity​ / seymour "Come now Yuna, surely you realise that we can accomplish infinitely more together than apart." 

Hope came in many forms. In the blitzball tournaments in Luca, in the pilgrimage a summoner took, and even in an everyday smile. It also came in the form of marriage. 

Seymour had made an excellent point and she couldn’t say she wasn’t flattered by his proposal. A man of Yevon, a haunting beauty, intelligent. Marriage meant more to her than a contract, but she had never dreamed that she would be married either. Her fate had been decided from a young age. 

“Of- of course,” Yuna agreed. “I only, I never imagined being in a situation like this. I want to decide what is best for everyone.” Here she took a few steps one way, and then a few more the other way, hands clasped. “It’s just, that is, Maester Seymour,” Yuna faced him properly now. Her face was red. “Is there...more to this marriage that you seek?”

She hoped he understood her meaning without needing to say it.

[soulcluster-moved]

@delamuertes​ / isaac clarke [WORN] Isaac & Ellie || find them drained but still going

It hurt seeing him more than she thought it would. There’s a brief moment where she remembers their time together, the peace they had, but it never could have lasted. The only thing was, he wasn’t supposed to continue. Isaac shouldn’t have been dragged into this. When she had left, it had been for him, so that he could live out his days away from the threat of necromorphs. This was supposed to have been her mission. Her jump through hyperspace to put a stop to the necromorphs for good.

Instead, Isaac had been dragged here, and there was nothing she could do about that.

“Listen, Isaac...” Ellie faltered in the face of his tired expression. “This isn’t... It’s not what I wanted. You here. I wanted you safe...” Words crumbled from her throat even as she tried to grasp at them, helpless to convey what she really felt and all the regrets that weighed on her. 

In another life...they may have never met, but she’d take that over the way he looked at her now. 

[soulcluster-moved]

@delamuertes​ / big boss [LOOKOUT] Big Boss & Gamora || watch them sleep for a little while.

She was fighting. She was fourteen again and she was fighting. A never ending stream of Thanos’s mechs, a push to improve herself even when she could feel her body screaming. As the slaughter went on, the opponents changed. They were the badoon, then were Thanos’s enemies, then slaves, a never ending parade of the ghosts that tied her down. Gamora fought them all, whether she wanted to or not, and out of the darkness she could see Thanos’s grin. 

Gamora’s eyes snapped open, expression calm despite the nightmare that still clung to her. She was not fourteen, she was an adult, and she was in her bed on the Milano. Next to her, warm and breathing steady, was John. She watched him for a few moments, cementing herself in this reality, and then laid her head against his chest. Sleep would not come again, but the rhythm of his heart beat was soothing all the same.