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wolveswithblackpearls · 28 days

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Werewolf AU!Luhan

When only a few more feet were left, you crouched down, outstretching your arm with your hand open and inviting. Luhan was quick to take advantage, pressing the side of his face into your palm.

“I told you not to come after me,” you whispered in a scolding tone. But Luhan ignored you, not feeling bad in the slightest.

It’s part six of @marshmallow-phd wonderful “The Untamed”-series (”Lies Untold”).

~Admin J

Original date of publishing: June 26th, 2019

#admin j #exo #exo moodboard #exo aesthetic #exo m #luhan #luhan moodboard #luhan aesthetic #exo luhan #lu han #wolf au #werewolf au #exo fanfiction #marshmallow-phd #lies untold #kpop #kpop blog #kpop moodboard #kpop aesthetic

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videogamelover99 · 1 year

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Also I did finally read all of Origins and I cannot BELIEVE Fukuzawa is actually the funniest BSD character.

#he is #such a mess inside #he keeps his cool but he doesnt know what hes doing half the time and thats ok #also the scene where he lies about Ranpo having an ability?? gold #'uh...uh...uhhhhhhGLASSES. FROM A TEMPLE. NOT THE DOLLAR STORE I SWEAR'#bsd #bungou stray dogs #untold origins #fukuzawa yukichi

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mysticstarlightduck · 2 months

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Hello! :D

Topaz: What is the main conflict of your wip?

Thank you so much for the ask, @i-can-even-burn-salad! I'll answer this one for all my WIPs!

The Tag Game!

Enchanted Illusions: A corrupt secret society seeks to cause another civil war between humans and mythical creatures, whilst murdering those who find out about this true intention. The main characters must stop them and expose their machinations before the chaos in Ansburke gets out of control.

+ BONUS - Augustus, the book's resident necromancer, must face the dire consequences of his deal with the Deamon Deathbringer, as he is torn between his past choices and his newfound love. He needs to make a decision and find a way to break his deal, but any wrong step may put his and his loved one's souls in danger

Of Starlight and Beasts: A scorned Queen seeks revenge on the realm she blames for the death of her lover, but this goal of hers has long since become tainted by her wish for conquest as she became just as murderous as those she battled in the past, generations ago. The main characters must stop her dark magic from conquering and destroying their land for good.

Realms of Loss: A continent divided into two kingdoms, after the fall of the Old Gods, has been trapped in a centuries-old war against one another for centuries - battling for power and survival as the Celestials' power wanes. When this war awakens an insane dead god and puts into motion a crooked prophecy, the "Chosen" prince must fight his fate and prevent both kingdoms from destroying each other.

Tales of Wilted Flowers: A group of outcasts, shunned, forgotten and betrayed by society throughout their lives, find themselves as the only ones willing to take a stand against a sadistic dark sorcerer and the corrupt royal family of the kingdom Wenhorn. In order not to die or meet a terrible fate, these unlikely heroes must stop their kingdom's "beloved" King from bringing back the magic of a long-since banished spellcaster.

The Last Wrath: As the Secret Court, a bloodthirsty cult that feeds off of the souls and magic of common people, returns after a long time being considered only legend, some specific individuals find their personal goals tied to not only surviving both the war between the power-hungry Morosyn Empire and the Free Realms, but also preventing this ancient court from "rewriting history in blood."

Mutant Inquiries: In a cyberpunk, near-future dystopia, mutant super-powered teens face a conspiracy involving an authoritarian government, illegal human experimentation by the PHANTOM Industries, and the truth about their own mutant existence. They become vigilantes in order to expose the truth, but find that there is much more at stake than just sticking it to authority and that their own lives are on the line.

Supernova Initiative: The most wanted intergalactic thief must steal a top-secret experiment, that was lost to so-called zealots in a faraway system, to evade being imprisoned after breaking into the Junction's most secure vault. Meanwhile, diplomatic relationships between factions and galaxies grow strained.

Lies Untold: Two brothers must race against time to evade their kingdom's royal "inquisition" after the King makes their little sister a target to be captured. In their attempt to stay alive, being hunted down while their land faces the punishing wrath of a curse that was very much the King's fault, the siblings also must face their family's past and make the right choice.

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retvenkos · 2 years

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every movie pro-shot i (re)watched in 2022 ⇢ twisted: the untold story of a royal vizier (2013)

“the road ahead may twist, but i will never swerve. i’ll give them all the unsung anti-hero they deserve! i’ve nothing left to lose, so the only path to choose is twisted.”

#twisted #starkid #team starkid #starkidedit #twisted the untold story of a royal vizier #twistededit #musicals #musicaledit #mw2022 #i'm screaming crying throwing up the way the stage lights made this sO. HARD. to make—#everyone had sUCH a red face......#also i have said it once and i will say it again: i haven't seen all of starkids work but twisted is god tier and the best they have #it has you laughing at tiger fucker jokes and then crying over yOu ArE kInD aNd ThAt'S eNoUgH. yOuRe A dIaMoNd iN tHe RoUgH #so yeah twisted is a masterpiece #also i remember saying on this blog at one point that i don't have a movie i watch at least once every year but i lied #twisted is the movie i watch every year without fail asdfghjhgfdsdghjdfgjkjfdjkjhgf #retvenkosgif

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alanaisalive · 8 months

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As an old person, one of the most important things I've learned is that everyone believes things that are not true. You believe things that are false. I believe things that are false. Get comfortable with that idea so that you can pivot and adjust when you find out which of your firmly held beliefs are lies.

#some of the lies are inconsequential #some of them can cause untold damage to other people #when you find evidence that contradicts your belief it's important to consider it carefully and thoughtfully #and remember that the contradictory beliefs can also be lies

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ausetkmt · 7 months

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The Catholic Church’s UNTOLD Roles in Slavery (A Forbidden Tale)

#white lies #catholic church and slavery #reparations are due #Africans enslaved to build the catholic church #The Catholic Church’s UNTOLD Roles in Slavery (A Forbidden Tale)#white supremacy with a bible

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lost-soul-in-time · 2 months

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“I think you’re beautiful.”

@snakedifferentskin

Freshly returned from war, the first morning he’d spent at the cottage with Marc had been the only night he’d slept peacefully. It had just been so… difficult. He’d been witness to countless deaths, yet there were only specific people he dreamt of, certain events he recalled.

A man kneeling before his dead brother sobbing uncontrollably because of a mistake he made, a child dying in his arms from sickness and hypothermia, being tortured for information—

‘I think you’re beautiful.’

He certainly wasn’t. Not anymore. His body was littered with evidence of the war’s cruelty. Fixed rigid scars from burns and marks from lacerations and deep cuts were calloused and rough compared to Marc’s own. His skin was smooth, flawless, minus for the occasional tiny scar from a childhood accident that only Oliver knew about.

“You’re being awfully sweet, my darling…” Oliver shifts where he lays beside Marc, one hand tracing along his bare chest and then laying his palm flat over his heart to feel it beat, needing confirmation that he was alive and well. He’s fine, he isn’t hurt. “…but no. You’re the one who holds every bit of beauty the world could ever aspire to want. You’re perfect.”

#mozart (answered asks)#play something for me? (ask memes)#snakedifferentskin #web of lies #an untold story (lore)

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missallanea-archive · 7 months

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@charroblanco: ‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’ // for any muse! idk which one would work best for Ernie so imma let you choose 👀

"One's stomach, I would think."

Serious as she ever is, Imelda's eyes don't so much as lift from her work as she gives her response. Oh, she knows perfectly well to what sort of appetites he refers, or assumes she does. Ernesto's particular tastes were neither her business nor her preference to know, but she cannot help the faint curving at her lips, chuckling under her breath as she throws the washing over the line to dry. "Surely you do not expect any other answer from me, Ernesto?"

the language of thorns

#❮ charroblanco / ernesto de la cruz ❯ ━━ ❝ willing to do what it takes to seize my moment .#/ have i finished adding imelda to the blog? no #/ could i resist this? absolutely not #/ anyway i have not written imelda in like two years kghd so she's rusty apologies ;w;#❮ imelda rivera / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ i give you my blessing .#❮ imelda rivera / verse.02 ❯ ━━ ❝ behind every song lies an untold story .

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kuroimarzipan · 1 year

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as the one other lich player, i'm contractually obliged to ask 5, 10 and 13 for ihvu?

05. the hierophant : what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?

Ihvu's morals?? pretty much non-existent. Or at the very least, what few she began with have long since withered away. These days, she just does things at her own whim, considering more whether she can rather than whether she should.

10. the wheel of fortune : how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ?

INCREDIBLY poorly. She's like a spoiled brat when things don't go her way, and especially in the case of betrayals or someone speaking against her, she will immediately start formulating a plan to get back at them. She held that grudge against Galfrey right up until the second she was transformed into Ihvu's graveguard, at which point she was finally satisfied.

13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ?

Ihvu straight up lied to Zacharius' face regarding part of the final ritual (yes it was the love part), the results of which have yet to be properly examined - though her body, rather than properly decaying, has just solidified into stone, and she doesn't have a complete lack of earthly desires anymore. Whether this has an effect on her immortality remains to be seen.

#ask meme #replies #ihvu #thank u for asking about this horrid little woman #how flawed is she?? yeah.#i hope this makes any kind of sense bc im like. super drowsy rn possibly from new meds #but tl dr her 50+ cha ass lied to zachy bc she's greedy and wanted to have her cake and eat it too #the cake is greybor. in this scenario.#i think that ppl like ihvu are the exact sort of ppl that probably shouldnt have access to untold amounts of power #but its so fun that she did

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ilovethecolorpink · 2 years

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i am so deeply invested in the taylor jenkins reid literary universe because i smile every time a character from one book is mentioned in another

#reading malibu rising. probably the book ive been most excited to read in a WHILE #because i feel like i havent been INVESTED in a book in awhile #well i read far from the tree by robin benway a few weeks ago and was pretty invested in that #but ya idk i just needed something i knew would make me excited to read #something with a STORY u know #i feel like i haven’t updated yall on my reading in forever #after it i read far from the tree and loved it (Cried sooo much too)#then i read the jungle by upton sinclar and was surprised by how much i liked it and how diff it was from what i expected #oh during all this time i was listening to educated by tara westover which was just spectacular and i loved it #truly have such high praise for it like i wanna find a physical copy so i can annotate it and just be able to display it on my shelf #which the other other audiobook ive ever wanted to do the same for was know my name (one of my top books of 2021) so.. that says it all!#then i read nine perfect strangers by liane moriarty which was just fine #my least fav from the 3 ive read tho the only one to make me cry?? the end was sweet idk #idk it was slow to start and i found most of the characters annoying but not annoying enough to dislike fjjejxwkd #actually i also did laugh out loud a couple times too but STILL idk it just wasnt giving what i needed it to give #i need to stop chasing the rush from big little lies she gave me #ok and now on audio i’m reading #the five: the untold lives of the women killed by jack the ripper by hallie rubenhold #liking it so far tho sometimes i find it hard to pay attention #and ive just recently started both notes on a native son by james baldwin and malibu rising by tjr #like less than 30 pages into both 😭#my reading this summer has been very blah but im hoping to turn that around soon #mine #reading

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toorurs · 26 days

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to love is to learn

synopsis: aventurine is still unexposed to the many concepts of this world. but that doesn't mean he won't try to get to know them if it's for you.

pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 1.0k | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, insecure aventurine, established relationship, my ass wrote this in an hour and its super late rn i just wanna upload this and my lazy ass did NOT proofread this + im on mobile so hell, kinda HELLA rushed ; ficlet

a/n: just the other day me and azul were talking about what body parts of aven would be sensitive and we got to his collarbone and azul said that he thinks that it'd be super evident so i pointed out that it might be cause he was used to starvation and barely ate even when he got to the ipc/had the chance to do so. SO I JUST HAD TO WRITE SMTH.

tags: @azullumi

aventurine shudders under your touch. your nimble fingers trace across his collarbone, featherlight movements, touch so delicate, it makes him tremble.

the pads of your digits lightly dance across his clavicle, one finger turns into two. your index swiftly slides over the pale skin that separates the bone that lies underneath. while your thumb starts inching closer the neckline of his satin pajama, diving beneath. at that he can't help but flinch.

“oh god.” he laughs out. “someone's being touchy today.” his voice is filled with joy. hearing, seeing, knowing that aventurine has fun around you, makes you crave for more. his laugh is an intoxicating drug. something that you'll always long for, absorbing it until every part of your body is stained with the tantalising essence and puts you to your demise.

you don't stop your actions, instead continuing to glide your fingers along his delicate body. “sorry, for i couldn't help it!” a giggle escapes your mouth.

“i just thought about how pretty it is.” you let out a small hum.

“my collarbone? pretty, how come?” he's confused, what is the beauty you see within his body?

his body is fragile. it's a hollow shell he carries around. ugly and not worthy of your attention even less your admiration, abused and marked in burns. when the digits that he carries around like a sacred body part of his, roughly engraved on his neck, come in contact with any kind of substance, liquid or his own fingers. he's reminded of the mishap his body was or rather is in. how it was abused and dragged through the mud.

putting his calloused fingers around the tattoo, stings. the touch lingers like a nostalgic scent which still remains on an old piece of clothing, one that has never been washed so the smell never fades away. it burns up at the slightest touch. hurting just as much as when it was freshly inflicted onto his young body.

kakavasha doesn't even know what he looks like. the only person he sees in the mirror is aventurine. sure he walked past puddles of dirty rain back in his childhood, reflecting his younger self, but the images are vague and blurry. he doesn't know what kakavasha looks like and he probably never will.

and neither do you. the only thing you have in front of you right now is aventurine. a shattered soul that doesn't know where it belongs. his being consists of a thousand fragments, they're scattered thoughts that are similar to broken mirror shards.

they reflect the tales of his heart and reveal its greatest desire. mirroring those untold stories like the surface of the water. thoughts and wishes that are full of pureness, almost childlike.

the broken pieces that make up the man who's named aventurine long for a haven which he can call a safe space - a home. but on the other hand he thinks that he's not permitted to find such a place, that he's not allowed to stay, undeserving of it.

“no particular reason. i just like the way it stands out, it's easy to find and trace.” the words that roll off your tongue sting. they probably hurt as much as a paper cut you've received as a little kid, but it's not like kakavasha knows or is able to relate - he didn't get to grow up like the other children. but he can't blame you, you're oblivious to his past.

his body has gone through physical and emotional abuse. beat ups, labor or starvation. the reason why his collarbone is so evident, the face you adore is so slim, and his rips slightly poke through his body, is all because kakavashas hunger has never been satisfied and the dryness in his throat has never been quenched.

even after he put on the mask of the man who calls himself aventurine - a wealthy man, who’s a member of the ten stone hearts that makes more money than he spends, he's still reluctant when it comes to eating. of course he could buy all the delicacies that kakavasha never got to try - never even knew, but he hesitates.

the concept of chewing and swallowing the bits is still something aventurine can't befriend himself with. it's unfamiliar - he's not used to it, the feeling of a full stomach, what it's like to be satisfied after a meal. it's something foreign to him, a feeling he's not sure he'll ever get accustomed to.

he doesn't think he deserves to eat. to know what it feels like to be full, the rumbling that comes from his stomach is the one he grew up with is what brought him here. he fears that if he gets too comfortable with something or someone he'll forget who he is.

a lost soul that mourns after the past, but saved itself from the dark abyss, freeing itself. not allowing himself to get too close, always keeping everyone that comes near him at an arm's length. worrying he might grow too attached.

so why is he still here? here with you, chattering happily and conversing freely, he doesn't deserve it - he doesn't deserve you.

but is it wrong to be selfish for once? he knows the answer already: it is. but he can't help it, not when you coax him into this position, one which he can't leave, no matter how hard he tries.

“i love you.” you trace the letters along his neck, over the tattoo that is engraved on his skin.

you don't need a verbal answer to know that he feels the same way. perhaps, he himself hasn't realized it yet but he's conveyed his love for you many times already. just like now as he continues to lie in bed with you.

the both of you are oblivious, but that doesn't mean that either of you will stop in your tracks, turn back and leave. (even though he sometimes wishes to do so)

both satisfaction and love are two unfamiliar concepts for aventurine. but he'll try to get to know them. for the sake of you.

#toorurs #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine imagines #kakavasha x reader #aventurine fluff #kakavasha fluff #aventurine

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willowbelle · 1 month

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The Quiet Kind

per this request!

❤︎ trafalgar law x reader ❤︎ (no pronouns mentioned)

𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄

cw/summary: reader is mute & very shy! law helps reader with task, cheek kisses, fluff, fluff, fluff.

word count: ~700

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron@shamblespirate@eelnoise@maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary

The Quiet Kind

Amidst the steady hum of the Polar Tang, your sanctuary lies—a haven of tranquil silence amidst the bustling chaos of pirate life. As a member of the Heart Pirates, you navigate the world with a quiet grace, your shy demeanor concealing a heart brimming with untold emotions.

Trafalgar Law, your captain, finds himself inexplicably drawn to your silent presence. His stoic facade belies a heart that quickens at the sight of your timid smile, each brush of your gentle hands.

He admires the way you carry yourself, despite your lack of words.

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One day, as you find yourself in need of assistance with a task aboard the Polar Tang, you cast a shy glance towards Law, silently pleading for his help. With keen perception, Law understands your unspoken request, offering his assistance with a reassuring nod.

Amidst the subdued lighting of the sub's repair bay, you and Law stand side by side, focused on the task at hand. The metallic clang of tools against machinery reverberates through the chamber as you work together to repair a crucial component of the submarine's propulsion system.

Law's instructions are steady and sure, his hands deftly maneuvering the tools as he explains each step of the process with a calm patience.

He guides you with a patience born of his affection for you; quietly, carefully. Despite your lack of verbal communication, his words are clear and concise, aiding you through the intricate workings of the machinery with ease.

“That’s it,” he says softly as he watches you work. The dim lighting within the submarine casts a soft glow over the metallic corridors, creating an atmosphere of subdued tranquility as the Polar Tang glides gracefully through the underwater realm.

You follow his lead, your movements careful and precise as you assist in disassembling and repairing the damaged parts.

As you focus on the task at hand, Law's thoughts wander, his heart yearning to express the depth of his feelings. Outside the portholes, shafts of sunlight filter down from the surface, illuminating the underwater world with an otherworldly glow. Schools of fish dart past, their iridescent scales catching the light in a dazzling display of color.

"You're doing great," Law murmurs softly, his voice a mere whisper amidst the quiet of the room. Though his words are meant for your ears alone, they carry the weight of his unspoken longing, a silent confession hidden in the cadence of his voice.

With each fleeting glance exchanged, Law's heart sings with unspoken desires, his gaze lingering on your form with a tenderness he dare not voice aloud. He longs to tell you of the emotions that swirl within him, but the words remain trapped behind the cold walls of his stone-face.

As the task nears completion, Law steals another glance at you, "Thank you," he murmurs once more, his voice barely a whisper as he fights to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to spill from his lips.

As the final pieces fall into place, you steal a glance at Law, your eyes expressing not only undeniable gratitude but also a hint of something more — affection, perhaps?

“You did great,” Law smiles softly, "I barely helped," he chuckles, humility evident in his tone. "That was all you."

You blush at his praise, smiling softly and glancing down at the floor before shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Unable to speak your feelings aloud, you summon your courage and swallow dryly before pressing a soft kiss to your captain’s cheek.

Law's heart skips a beat at the unexpected touch, his face flushing faintly as he gazes at you.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the quiet of the room and the enchanting underwater world outside, your unspoken bond deepens, intertwining like the intricate threads of the ocean's currents.

With a shy smile, you turn to leave the room, your heart fluttering with newfound courage.

And as Law watches you go, a smile tugs at his lips, his admiration blossoming into something deeper—a silent sort of love.

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wilwheaton · 10 months

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The Supreme Court wrapped up this term with a pair of completely arbitrary and capricious rulings, based on lies and controversies manufactured by far-right political actors, restricting LGBTQ protections and striking down President Joe Biden’s student loan forgiveness program. Both cases were deeply flawed procedurally, but that wasn’t going to stop the six far-right extremists on the court from imposing their will. This illegitimate court has once again wreaked untold future damage on this country. It has to be stopped.

The Supreme Court is out of control and must be reformed

SCOTUS is dominated and controlled by unelected right wing christian nationalists who are so thoroughly corrupt they present a real and direct threat to every marginalized, Othered, protected class in America.

These are the exact same type of people who supported Dread Scott, and they will do it again if we don’t stop them.

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shiro41 · 2 months

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A bet - Alastor x reader (honey moon edition)

Warnings: tit sucking.

Note: I accidentally deleted the oneshot a few days ago and this was the remaining parts of it and im too lazy to rewrite the whole thing again. The anon that requested this was also deleted 😭 im sorry babes!

The cold droplets of water running down your skin didn't stop you from exposing yourself on the balcony with only a piece of robe covering your figure. It's cold, wintry air ghosting your skin that made you shiver and you wonder why your husband preferred to sit by the balcony with a glass of champagne in hand, reading the news for today. How peculiar of him, reading there as if he's sipping coffee in a morning on a random day by the porch. You suppose you didn't marry a normal person, Alastor has his antics of coming off as unsettling seldom times.

"What's got your attention tonight, love?"

You asked, a hand on the back of his chair. You know dear husband despises physical touches unless initiated first, settling to lean on the wooden material to look over the newspaper at hand.

"Nothing, dear."

The tone of his voice upsets you, it lies with hidden disappointment and untold anger towards the headlines of his reading. Represented in bold writing states a murder recently found by the stream deep within the forest, assuming that he's the one to cut their throat and ascend their soul to heaven or hell.

"It's alright, love. You can always have more."

You reassured, brushing away your hand through his locks that's been a mess since the start of your evening. Albeit the reassurance, a chuckle surfaces from you after. You look at Alastor, a hint of glint in your eyes as you spoke with a tone coated with sickening, sweet, honey.

"Does this mean I won?"

A quick sigh from him and a crumple of the bundles of newspaper later, he turns to you with his foxy eyes and a caress of his thumb across the soft knuckles of your hand. The hearts in his eyes are painfully obvious despite the metaphor used, his affection and extreme lengths of risks for love, devotion for you is undeniably lasting.

"Oh, dear girl, I suppose you are. What do you desire this evening?"

"Why not solve the insatiable desire to have my husband enjoy the rest of our honeymoon together?"

You giggle when he press a quick kiss on your forehead, tender and small yet the warmth that lingered even after he's pulled away from you represented his undying affection. The irritation washed away from his eyes, the same smile he's always seen with still present but the unsettling feeling bought with it was non existent at the moment, instead was replaced with a stroke of love and genuity.

"I shouldn't complain about it then, darling. Still, I should've buried it elsewhere."

He whined, leading you away from the balcony where the cold air constantly fans your freshly washed face and barely covered body. Swiftly, his hand swiped and skillfully set up the gramophone and the disc of his music of choice. Unsurprised when it played the familiar tunes of jazz and romantic melody to match the atmosphere of your situation with Alastor.

"I knew you'd lose the moment i helped you throw it by the river."

You giggle, following his footsteps as the both of you circled the room with a bounce on your pattern. Again with the smile, teeth now disappearing behind his lips as it reached the sparkle in his eyes whilst the both of you dance your night away in a dimly light room situated above ground and away from the bustling city.

"A grave mistake, love."

He swooped down, hands travelling down towards the soft plush of your hips and a little more space used to close the distance between you both until the tip of his nose finds your own.

"I win tonight, Alastor."

You breathed, eyes half lidded until it closed once he sealed his lips with yours. Quickly, the soft music of jazz was muted by your subconscious as you chose to focus on the kiss you share with your husband and further melt into his touches until you fall back to the cushions of the bed behind.

The fall didn't stop and separate the long, passionate kiss, only lengthening it with added dancing tongues and clashing of teeth, barely letting go with a soft bite of the other's lips, pulling them back to another heated kiss.

"I love you, Alastor."

"Nothing can separate me from you, lovely. Even death will not break the curse of our love."

He whispered against your ear, peppering it with gentle kisses and a nip on your earlobe. He growls, low and subtle, only for you to hear. From your jaw to the skin of your neck, he's littered it with kisses and marks, bites of his teeth resembled the fierce affection he has for his wife, only travelling down lower until he's at the valleys of your breasts that's covered with a robe he so quickly removed to see the perky nipples of your chest. A blush coat your cheeks, finding it embarrassing as you watch your husband yet again pepper them with kisses before his lips land onto the hardened buds that awaited his arrival.

"Shall I grant you the pleasure to suckle on these fine breasts of yours, cher?"

He asked, flicking the bud as he twisted the other like a baby playing with their food. A whimper comes out of your mouth, a hand coming to your lips in an attempt to shush your unholy noises. Alastor continues his duties like a hard working employee, indulging himself to warm your nipple with a thick coat of his saliva and suckling motions.

The other wasn't abandoned still, his hand twisted and groped the soft flesh, feeling the way it bounced once he let go and an occassional pull from them results a quiver and a strangled moan from you.

He truly loved the unholy music sang by you, only for his ears to listen to. He wished to savor these moments, heightening his senses to focus on the whines that spews out of your lips and enjoy the taste of your flesh being nipped inbetween his teeth.

Your hand finds its way to your husband's hair, gripping on it as you pull his head closer--deeper, as if burying his face into you until all he can see and hear is the beating of your heart and the blood circulating inside it. With a 'pop', Alastor looks at you through half lidded eyes coated with thick, sinful lust and a hint of admiration towards the beauty that layed beneath him, pussy throbbing underneath the robe, tits coated with saliva, neck littered with bite marks and a flushed face of a goddess. How angelic you must look before him, almost convincing him he's seen a glimpse of heaven's pearly gates without stepping foot on the cloudy surface of the floors.

His hand wandered down, tracing the curves of your body and the beautiful scars that decorated it, sighing with bliss as you whimpered when his hand landed on the prize inbetween your plush thighs, it heated his cold hand, warming it with slick liquids that's been dripping the past minute when your husband's attention was directed to your perky tiddies. Your pussy throbbed with nothing until his fingers encircled the aching organ, begging for his dick to penetrate it.

"Alastor...please...put it in..!"

You whined, looking at him through lidded eyes with cheeks erupting a rosy colour as your mouth nipped and suckle on your fingers.

"Hush, darling. Be patient, the night is still long."

He purred lovingly.

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It is safe to say that weeks later, when coming home from work, Alastor is greeted with a burnt bun in the oven.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor

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ausetkmt · 7 months

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The UNTOLD Role From Catholic Church's In Slavery

#catholicism and slavery #The UNTOLD Role From Catholic Church's In Slavery #Africans enslaved by the catholic church #spain #portugal #pope nicholas v #dum diversas #who started slavery of Africans #white lies #white supremacy #the bible

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lost-soul-in-time · 9 months

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👦 + “Come on now, you can’t cry! We’ve gotta go out!” Marc was always slightly shorter then him, what he tried to make up with slightly heeled shoes in his school uniform. Hair slicked back and bouncing back and forth on his heels as he starts pulling on Oliver’s sleeve. “We’re going to the beach! Mother said we could go with Dames and Celine!”

@snakedifferentskin (I HAD TO MAKE IT HAPPY)

The beach? Oliver’s never gone to the beach before. Gosh, he’d need to take so many things. What time was it, would they need sunscreen? What about snacks, water, towels, what if sand gets everywhere? He wouldn’t want to sit on the sand. How would they get shade if the day was too hot? Did he even have swim trunks? There’s so many things to worry about and take and keep an eye on at a place like the beach—

But rejecting Marc’s enthusiastic grin was impossible. His friend would be there. It would be fine.

Besides, his parents didn’t need to know about this. They aren’t here often either way.

“Well… alright!” Oliver easily slips his hand into Marc’s and allows himself to be guided towards where he needs to go, slipping back into his normally bright self. Except there was a certain kind of brightness reserved only for his friend, wasn’t there? “You’ll stay close by, right? I hear beaches can be crowded.”

#mozart (answered asks)#play something for me? (ask memes)#an untold story (lore)#snakedifferentskin #web of lies #perfectly unaware (young oliver)#((MY SWEET BABIES))

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