#slightly tho

[darksides-dutchess]

I need to be held down and sedated,,,,,

ANYWAYYYSSSS!!! Intruality as yet another Jodhaa Akbar redraw!! Yippiee!!

I honestly don't know if this was okay to post on this account but oh well.

I really wanted to color this but unfortunately it's not easy to color when using only a phone, hopefully I'll be able to get a decent tablet by April!

Reference image:

[lordbelami]

Aneurin Barnard - Richard III Moodboard IV

[mamagyaru]

They had the same energy

[homecomingvn]

Pretty sure this might go into spoiler territory, but what caused Henry (and arguably Lyra) yandere tendencies? Or they're just 'intense' like that?

There's more to it, but for now, I'll just say it's bc they're just intense like that! ^^

[dailudannos]

CORE CORRUPTION

[koshicoast]

basically here’s a snippet of a fic I probably will never write:

Midoriya looks at him and he looks away, immediately ashamed for his outburst. Right before the redhead can mutter an excuse or apologize, whichever decides to come out of his mouth first, the other interrupts.

“You’re jealous.” He says but not unkindly. He smiles gently, and suddenly Kirishima feels like he’s back in therapy and he’s having to relearn how to process his emotions by learning how to identify what he’s feeling in the first place.

It makes him feel exposed and worse for snapping. A little angrier too if he’s being honest, he feels like a child again, too many feelings and not enough words to express them. His chest is a pot and his emotions are overfilling.

“You’re jealous of me and my relationship with Kacchan.” Midoriya continues and if this was anyone else, he’d probably punch that stupid smile off of the other’s face but this is Midoriya. He can’t even bring himself to get upset when the other says it as a fact, as if he pointed out that the sky was blue or Mina’s skin was pink. He doesn’t bother to reply either, feeling humiliated by how easy he is to read and by the looks of it, it doesn’t look like the other expected for him to answer. They both knew it was true anyways. “You’re jealous because you can’t have Kacchan the way I’ll always have him.”

“It’s not fair.” He whimpers, eyes already watering and it’s just so fucking frustrating because he hates crying, especially because of something like this and rubs at his eyes roughly uncaring for the harsh fabric against his skin. A familiar ugly feeling boils in his stomach, spreading throughout his body like an uncontrollable disease, the taste of jealousy bitter in his mouth. “He likes me.”

It wasn’t fair.

Maybe he was being selfish and childish but it wasn’t fair. He’s always been a second choice, sometimes never a choice but for once, for once, he’s someone’s first choice. He’s someone’s go-to, someone’s study buddy, someone’s sparring partner, someone’s person. The fact he’s Bakugou’s person is mind blowing in of itself and sometimes it’s hard to wrap his brain around it but Bakugou chose him.

But even if he has Bakugou, Midoriya has Kacchan and that’s the difference.

Because Bakugou looks at him but sees Midoriya and it hurts because Midoriya sees Bakugou right back while Kirishima is just an outsider looking in.

Because Kirishima worked so hard to stand next to the blonde and it seems like all Midoriya has to do is hold out his hand and Bakugou will take it and pull him next to him.

Because Midoriya seems to just get it while Kirishima doesn’t.

“Kiri,” Midoriya sighs softly, leaning over and gently prying the boy’s hands away from his face. “You’re going to hurt yourself like that pretty boy.” He coos, rubbing his thumbs over the tear stained cheeks. The boy in question just hiccups, the tears free flowing as he tries to shy away from the touch. “C’mon sunshine, don’t hide away from me. Let’s go to the couch okay?”

(Privately, Midoriya tucks away the image of a crying Kirishima deep into his mind under lock and key. He’s a pretty crier and he’s almost upset that he didn’t get to the redhead first. Maybe in another lifetime. For now, he’s Kacchan’s.)

As soon as they’re on the couch, the redhead tucked in the corner with Midoriya glued to his side and a comforting hand rubbing his back, Kirishima starts to calm down, all his emotions slowly trickling out his body. he says, “Kacchan is yours as much as he’s mine, but he’s yours in the way it matters. He might love us both but he’s in love with you.”

[luckyemi]

Finally it’s done

[mikaisabottom]

Halloween Drabbles-Day 13

YuuMika/FerMika Drabble NSFW: Betrayal, Knight!Yuu, Prince!Mika, AU

*Jealousy, Helplessness, Violent Impulses  

Sequel to this drabble

{ao3}

Mikaela clamps a hand over his mouth, just barely managing to hold in his low moan. His other hand wounds around Yuu’s neck, giving him the leverage to push his hips down to meet Yuu’s thrusts. Yuu’s hot breath hits the side of his neck and it’s all Mikaela can do not to cry out and alert everyone within hearing distance of just what he is doing with his knight.

A few thrusts later and it’s over.

Mikaela’s body goes slack in Yuu’s arms, his breath coming in short bursts. He lets himself enjoy the warm, soothing embrace for a moment before he has to pull away.

“I can’t stay much longer.” Mikaela murmurs against Yuu’s chest. The arms around him tighten slightly, but they eventually let him go. Mikaela sighs as he rearranges his clothing, keeping his eyes away from Yuu as he does the same. He almost laughs at his sudden urge for modesty. He edges closer to the door once he looks presentable again, his hand against the cool wood.

“Tonight…send someone else to guard our bedchamber.” Mikaela struggles with the words, his eyes tracing the patterns of the wooden door. There is silence, and he feels his chest constrict painfully.

“As you wish.” Yuu’s tone holds no emotion and for that Mikaela is grateful. He nods silently, acknowledging the man’s reply, and steps out of Yuu’s room. He needs to hurry. Ferid is set to return at any moment and Mikaela must make sure he is presentable before the man can lay eyes on him.

…

Ferid’s hands are on him the moment they are alone. The man seems to hold little interest in what Mikaela has to say. It’s insulting, and he can’t stop himself from voicing his displeasure.

Ferid smiles, a cruel twist of his lips that makes Mikaela wish he hadn’t said anything.

“You forget your place, my Mikaela. I did not agree to this marriage in order to hear you prattle on.” Ferid’s fingers dig into his jaw. Mikaela winces at the stinging pain, but he refuses to let this man walk over him.

“Afraid that what I have to say is more insightful than those idiots that advise you, my lord? I can assure you that my words won’t leave you looking a fool in front of the Council.” Mikaela bit out, narrowed eyes fixated directly on Ferid’s.

To his surprise, Ferid barks out a laugh.

“Arrogance becomes you, darling, but I have a better way to occupy that pretty mouth of yours.”

He isn’t allowed a chance to respond before rough lips descend on his.    

…

Every muscle in Yuu’s body is screaming at him to move. He tries to shut out the muffled noises coming from behind the closed door, his teeth clenching with the effort.

He should have listened to Mika. He had no business being here, no business listening to how that bastard could make Mika scream. It makes him want to barge into the room and plunge his sword right through Ferid’s chest, ridding himself of the man’s constant presence.

That, however, would solve nothing. The satisfaction of killing Ferid would only last until he was thrown into the dungeons, the chance of seeing Mika again forever ripped from his arms. Still, the image of what was going on behind the closed doors was enough to tempt him into giving into his impulses.

Yuu takes a deep breath, relaying on all of the training Guren had given him to control himself. He needs time, allies, then he can think about cutting off the bastard’s head.

One day. Soon.

…

Even with the warm body pressed against his, Mikaela can’t help the shiver that runs down his back. His eyes are fixed on the door, and he blinks rapidly when he feels the hot stinging of tears.

Guilt is slowly crawling from his stomach to his chest, and he wants nothing more than to run from the room he’s trapped in. He’s certain Yuu didn’t obey his orders because there is no one in this world he knows better than Yuu. The man is too stubborn for his own good, and now…now he can’t help but feel like he’s betrayed the man he loves.

His eyes widen slightly.

Loves.

A sad smile curls his lips.

How much longer until Yuu grows tired? How much longer until he no longer wants a body that belongs to another? How much longer until he is no longer wanted?

Mikaela buries his face into his arm, willing his mind to go blank and for sleep to draw him away.