#ten years later...

[sedlex]

V1E1 vs Beyond

[gggno]

[ YAWN ] for an early morning half-awake hug. // bennie boo and uma.

fairytales mean something else to an isle born like her, something sour and cynical. she has learned the stories since young, though usually the flipside of the narrative; it doesn’t help when she starts to read, too, coming across the opposite accounts of their parents’ ancient — and often petty — rivalry.

it is almost a joke, the beginning of out suffering! half way through her dream speech, she slowly wakes, stretching just to be pulled back into a tight, sleepy embrace. huffing softly, she turns around to look at ben, who yawns lazily in her face, letting out a deep, languid sound.

for a moment, she stares in wonder. ben was not the king she thought he would be — and he is better. right there, in his arms, she remembers the practical arguments he made in her dream, so wise and considerate it left her speechless. this happens a lot, to uma’s surprise, and it is... impressive, yes, but that isn’t the right word.

he is a relief, in all senses of the word.

fairytales might not be real to her, but waking up in ben’s arms feels like some kind of happily ever after.

             “ i like that noise you just made, ” watching ben’s eyes open, she hums lowly, knuckles brushing over ben’s jawline as she admires the morning sight. she leans in, nuzzling at his neck, perhaps to hide her giddiness from his gaze.

            “ do it again? ”

@yoakkemae

[gessekaii]

Fan Bingbing for Esquire August 2009 / Fan Chengcheng for Chic May 2019.

[neverhxda]

“ okteivia said you were her friend, “ she snapped at the boy, her chin dropping, “ you don’t seem like a warrior. “ //: @survivorbuiilt

[indirecticn]

" that's a lot of blood. "

Already the red begins to oxidize, browning slowly as it sets against his palms and fingers in sticky streaks. It is not Loki's blood. His remains where it ought, swimming through his veins and riding the heated rush of adrenaline after a fight gone in his favor.

More of the stuff pools at his feet, coats his boots and his leathers in a disgusting spray as if perhaps he had been just jumping in a puddle of the sanguine stuff.

Perhaps violently kicking the offending party until their bones cracked and ripped through their flesh was somewhat akin to just that.

Loki had not thought himself capable of such a feat but the rage, the consuming fire of his desire to END the brute's life, had unlocked something that Loki had been holding back by it's very scruff.

Perhaps Karlach could have done the same, but he? No potions or spells to aid?

His head swims and he stares at his palms.

"Not mine. Can't say it'll taste very good but you're welcome to it if you're desperate," his words are edged cruelly, sharply thrown at Astarion though his companion has done nothing to earn such ire.

[gggno]

@windforced​ asked: 

🌸

the flower crown sets on itto’s head and he sneezes at the whiff of pollen. reaching up carefully, his fingertips brush lightly against the petals, so delicate and soft like his granny’s touch. the tenderest touch itto has ever experienced came from his granny’s wrinkled hands. she had been old ever since he met her, and older still as years passed by. while her hands grew increasingly wrinkly, her touch also grew increasingly tender.

yoimiya’s hands are a different texture, rough and often blistered by tools and explosives. this doesn’t make her any less soft, though. not to itto.

once he makes sure the crown won’t fall, he grins widely at yoimiya, putting all his sharp oni teeth on display. “ do i look cute? ” he asks, beaming. then, seeing the mirrored joy on yoimiya’s face, he tenses up all in a sudden. 

                     “ wait— this won’t blow up, right? ”

[gggno]

@ghststry​ asked:

❛  i’ve got you.  ❜ / for mo

sensory deprivation stripped away her sanity, shred by shred. the process was slow and agonising, and mo wondered if that would be how oranges felt when they were peeled, if they ever became sentient. her kidnappers are smart and cruel — they moved her place to place every now and then, chipping away her grip on reality bit by bit. the only solace for her was her mind — a heavily guarded space they could not reach — and the memory of gentle hands peeling a sweet fruit for her.

she couldn’t hear the footsteps, so when she felt the hand on her, she almost wanted to scream. then, as her blindfold drops to the floor, bucky’s worried face comes into sight. a fragile shade of blue shimmers in her eyes. swelling within are a flood of tears, glistening her bloodshot eyes from days without sleep.

“ they saw me, ” the words come out like a shiver, cracked and urgent. “ they saw me. saw where i lived. saw everyone and— ” dr. little, roxx, and possibly bucky too, “ —bucky, it’s a trap. you gotta go. i’ll be okay, i—i’ll find a way out but you gotta go now. don’t let them find you. ” 

[bretttal]

@volatilehearted​ asked:

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

stiles drops the question softly, a near whisper unsure if it wants to be heard. brett catches it without issue, every single word — its true meaning, too, is not entirely lost to him. however, seconds pass and brett is still silent, holding his breath and spatula midair, allowing his mac and cheese to simmer in the pan for a moment too long.

“ sin is a very strong word. ” is stiles talking about void? brett isn’t 100% sure. “ i don’t think anyone blames you to begin with. “