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ky-landfill · 4 months

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Just listen to me. I’m on your side here, Jason.

#jason todd #bruce wayne #Batman #complicated

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tasavvur-ki-duniya · 8 months

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loving your mom is like

I love you and I hope I never lose you, please stop talking to me I can't handle it anymore, I don't know how to go on without your support, why won't you just listen to me for once?, oh god I miss you and how do people do it without their moms?, please l just want you to be proud of me, I want to stay at home and pretend I'm still five, you're giving me bone nausea every time you get silently pissed off I need to leave right NOW, I can't imagine when I won't need you in my life, just let me relax for two seconds, please mom, hold my hand and acknowledge my pain without feeling like it's your fault even if some of it is.

#words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #words for thought #desi humor #desiblr #desi tumblr #thoughts #writings #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #complicated #mother

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

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fragmentos-literarixs · 7 months

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Quiero apostar por ti y ser tuya, pero no sé si tú también quieres tomar el riesgo y ser mío.

Euphoria.

#frases #escritos #notas #citas #acción poética #quotes #amor #vida #realidades #love #complicated #writings #Euphoria #fragmentos literarixs

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 4 months

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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023)

#The Holdovers #Alexander Payne #Paul Giamatti #2023 #quote #world #sadness #complicated

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myfavoritevoices · 4 days

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Olivia Rodrigo performing Avril Lavigne's "Complicated".

#olivia rodrigo #avril lavigne #complicated

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atinylittlepain · 5 months

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i got accepted into a grad program

i think im gonna throw up

#the situation is um #complicated

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unlovable-boy-thoughts · 8 months

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I feel

so fat....

So annoying...

so unimportant...

so ugly....

So unlovable...

So disgusting...

so complicated...

so superfluous...

so undesirable...

like a problem....

Okay.

#mine #feelings #fat #annoying #unimportant #ugly #unlovable #disgusting #complicated #superfluous #undesirable #problem #depressed #selfharm #svv #depressionen #allein #einsam #selbsthass

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pratchettquotes · 1 year

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An ant has an easy mind to read. There's just one stream of big simple thoughts: Carry, Carry, Bite, Get Into The Sandwiches, Carry, Eat. Something like a dog is more complicated--a dog can be thinking several thoughts at the same time. But a human mind is a great sullen lightning-filled cloud of thoughts, all of them occupying a finite amount of brain processing time. Finding whatever the owner thinks they're thinking in the middle of the smog of prejudices, memories, worries, hopes and fears is almost impossible.

Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

#esme weatherwax #granny weatherwax #witches abroad #discworld #terry pratchett #mind reading #borrowing #witches #humans #human nature #intellect #inner life #ants #dogs #complicated #carry carry bite #great sullen lightning-filled cloud of thoughts

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wolfstargazer · 4 months

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Jan 9 - Complicated - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 298

Sirius had never thought of himself as a very complicated person.

So when he was 15 and found himself wondering what kissing Remus would be like, he didn't worry about it all that much.

They had been sitting, side by side, in the hospital wing. Sirius had been keeping Remus company whilst he recovered. It was a cold, bright day in January, and there was frost inside the windows.

With a dramatic shiver Sirius had declared, "Budge up, Moony!" before scrambling in beside his friend.

Sirius hadn't quite accounted for the narrowness of the bed or just how close they would be beneath the blankets. It was all elbows and knees, and although Remus had flinched a little as he'd made room he hadn't seemed to mind and had now returned to reading.

Sirius observed Remus' look of concentration as he had frowned down at the page. Then Remus' expression had shifted, and Sirius had realised he was staring at the way Remus was smiling at what he read.

Sirius had never had cause to look at Remus' mouth so closely before. He'd never even noticed the slight scar that nicked his lip...

And then, all at once, Sirius was wondering...and then imagining what kissing Remus would be like. Would it be soft and gentle? Would Remus be nervous and hold back? Or would he take Sirius by surprise and be nothing like the cool and calm and collected Remus he knew at all?

"Padfoot?" Remus had asked.

Merlin, just how long had he been staring?

Sirius swallowed hard, arranged his face in a way that he hoped did not reveal what he'd been thinking, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Moony?"

Remus grinned and gave Sirius an almighty shove out of the bed and said, "Give me back the blankets."

#wolfstar #mauraders #remus x sirius #sirius black #the marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #microfiction #wolfstar microfic #dead gay wizards #wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstargazer microfic #wolfstargazermicrofic #clare mansfield microfic #complicated #one bed trope

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h8ani · 6 months

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sky dearest!~~

might i submit a request for your event?!

#37 with one insufferable Hanma Shuji because i feel like he's suuuuch a good fit for that one 🤭

thanks and hugs and kisses xoxo 💜

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of the consumption of alcohol, slight cursing, nickname (pretty)

My first Hanma piece 🥹🥹 I hope you like this bby

Request A Prompt Here

You didn't expect to leave your apartment today let alone go to a party. You enjoy the time alone you get when staying in bed on a Friday night, most people are out and about ready to take on the weekend but you'd simply rather order in while letting your blankets wrap you up in a makeshift burrito as you watch the latest comedy that Netflix recommended. Yet here you were walking into a party that Hina & her boyfriend Takemichi dragged you to.

You're grateful for her you really are, she's always the one that's able to bring you out of your blanket fort of solitude, especially as of late.

Walking into the party your ears immediately catch the bumping of the music that was playing, bass incredibly loud where you could feel it in your throat. There were quite a few people in the house as well, which you expected as it was a Sano hosting the party. The environment was lively, everyone having a smile on their face and clearly having a good time.

First thing you know you need to do when arriving is beelining for the kitchen. You smile once you catch a glimpse of the kitchen's island. Alcohol. You smile and quickly pour yourself a drink before hearing a shout come from the other room. "Truth or Dare! Everyone sit your asses down!" Internally, you want to shrivel up into a ball, externally, you take two large gulps of your drink. You think maybe if you stay in the kitchen no one would make you play.

"There you are!" Hina says.

Nevermind.

You feel her small yet surprisingly strong hands grab your arm and tug you out to the couch where Takemichi was sitting. As you sit you take another sip of your drink, eyes scanning everyone who's in the living room and who's sitting on the couches that have been moved in an uneven rectangular shape. You see some of your friends, some classmates and some people you have no idea who they even are. As you scan around everyone you let a small gasp escape, you almost miss him, but honestly how could you? From his looks he hasn't changed much. His demeanor is still evident in the way he's leaning back against the couch as he sits on the floor, his hair that's usually styled up is now flat against his head which was why you almost scanned right over him as you waited to play this damn party game.

You can't lie and say you didn't find him still annoyingly attractive still.

As your eyes land on him you feel your own palms clam up, your own breath leaving your lungs as you look at him.

The memories flooding back all at once.

7 months ago

“It’s too complicated and that’s all you’re gonna get outta me. I’m done (y/n).”

You stand there in the doorway of his room, arms crossed and feeling like a knife was just stabbed in your chest. You couldn’t help the stunned look on your face from showing, although he couldn’t bother to look over to see how his words have affected you. “So that’s it?” You breathe out.

“That’s what I said, didn't I? Just leave.”

“Shuji-”

“God dammit! I said leave! Get the fuck out!” He yells, voice echoing through the walls of his apartment. You couldn’t help the tears that welled up behind your eyes threatening to spill any second. You turn on your heels, feet moving as quickly as they could until you are out of his apartment.

The second the door clicks you could hear a flurry of curses along with glass breaking. The screams of frustration from inside eventually faded until you got far enough away.

A sigh escapes you as you think back on him, you still couldn’t understand what his reasoning was, he was good to you, he never screamed, never hurt you in any way until that very day.

His eyes lock with yours, a subtle softness to his features showed when the smile you knew all too well formed on his face. Immediately, you look away, face feeling hotter almost instantly at just the small amount of eye contact you had. You sip your drink, allowing the alcohol the course through your system and disregarding what just happened.

You feel a nudge to your right causing you to turn. “Hm, what?” You say to see multiple everyone’s eyes on you.

“Truth or dare?” You hear from across the way. You look and see Yuzuha smiling devilishly.

“Truth.” You say quickly. You’d rather be safe than sorry. You still remember the time Baji and Mikey had to go streaking as a cause of Yuzuha’s dare from the last party you went to. The images of their bare asses still burned in your memory. You sip on your drink as she thinks of her question, once again that same devilish smile appears on her face.

“Out of everyone you’ve hooked up with, who’s been the best in bed?

You choke on the liquid that you swallowed once hearing that, coughing hard as you look at her. “Dare, I said dare!” You cough again.

“No take backs! Answer the question!” Mikey yells from the side laughing.

You couldn’t help the way you glance at Hanma, his eyes as well as everyone else’s was on you. A smirk lying in his lips as if he knew the answer.

A little embarrassment you could take, but this was on another level. It’s one thing cracking jokes but talking about your sex life? You can barely talk to your best friend who knows everything about you without feeling like your face is on fire. You tug on your sleeve as you look away, thinking of what to say.

“Um, can’t really pick a favorite if I’ve been with only one person.”

“You’ve only slept with one person.” Yuzuha states more than questions. “Seriously.”

“Yup.” You end the conversation quickly taking the last bit of your drink down and looking at her. You see a confused expression on her face as if she was piecing together some puzzle.

“But weren’t you with…” You see her looking around the room until her eyes land on someone else. You follow her eyes until you see who she’s looking at and your blood pressure spikes once seeing others following her gaze.

“I’ve been with one person okay?” You say quickly and louder to gather everyone’s attention back on you. “So if that answers your question it’s my turn to ask.”

“But you didn’t-”

“Mikey, truth or dare?”

It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did, sure; you didn’t like being stared at or embarrassed but in all reality it wasn’t that bad, what you didn’t like was being put on the spot with him right there.

You grumble to yourself as you reach for the bottle of tequila, finger tips barely touching the bottle before it’s pulled away from your grasp. You whip your head around ready to snap at whoever took the alcohol from you when all the words die in your tongue.

“Hey pretty.” Hanma smiled down at you.

You look up at him, trying to form a coherent sentence but all that’s on your mind is the last time you saw him.

He was so dejected, so distant, so not him.

He was looking at you with gentle eyes, the kind that you were used to, the kind that you missed looking into.

“Hi…” you finally say. You take in how he was smiling down at you, as if nothing between you had changed.

God, did you miss him.

He takes the solo cup from your hand and fills your drink, handing it back once he is done topping it off.

“Thanks…” You take a sip of your drink instantly regretting it. You couldn’t hide the grimace on your face. “Oh god how strong did you make this?”

He chuckles and takes your cup from your hands, taking a swig of it. “Strong enough where I know you won’t want it anymore.”

You pout and reach back for it but he lifts the cup just out of your reach. Damn him and his unnecessary height.

“Shuji, give it back.”

“So I’m the best you’ve ever had huh?” You didn’t have to even look at him to know he had a smirk plastered on his face.

You don’t bother looking up at him, allowing a sigh to leave you as you grab another solo cup and remake your drink properly. You take your time making it, allowing him to wait as you stay silent and have the feeling of your stomach doing flips go away.

Hanma was never good whenever you gave him the silent treatment, always being reduced to a baby but would deny punch anyone if asked. He’d always say he was a sucker for you whenever you’d be upset with him. You truly were his weak spot.

“What do you want, Hanma?” You turn back looking at him and see the smirk slowly fall from his face.

“It’s Shuji.” He says seriously.

“What?”

“It’s Shuji to you. It’s always Shuji.”

You feel your heart in your chest, thumping louder as he looks at you. A small smile creeping up on your face. “Then what do you want, Shuji?”

“You look good tonight. Haven’t seen you out in awhile.”

You scrunch your face at that. Where’s he going with this?

“What are you-” you begin but are quickly cut off by his voice speaking again.

“I miss you ‘s all, miss you a lot actually but I know better.” He looks away taking another swig of his drink. “And ‘m not drunk, just saw you and ya know, I had to talk to you.”

You don’t say anything, you can’t, how could you? What can you say to someone who you knew still had the broken pieces to your heart that you so desperately tried fixing because of him. You watch him carefully, the way his eyes stay off you and try to focus on the other party goers, the way he continues to drink out of his cup and especially the way his body slowly inches closer all the while.

“You miss me?” He asks, eyes still elsewhere.

You pause. Did you miss him? Of course you did.

“What do you think, idiot?

His eyes flash to yours, a smile graces your lips seeing at how quickly he turned to look at you.

He was complicated, you knew that before you even got together with him in the first place. His lifestyle, how he doesn’t express his emotions in the best way possible, don’t even start on his communication skills, but what wasn’t complicated was your feelings for him. He was your first everything and feelings like that don’t disappear no matter how much time you take.

You feel his hand slip into yours as he tugs you along with him, both drinks tossed and discarded into the nearby trash. “Where are we going?” You can’t help but ask while weaving through everyone at the party.

“We’re leaving, you think you can tell me you miss me and I not do anything ‘bout that? Hell no.”

@enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

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merrycrisis-if · 6 months

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Funny you mention crossover with CTOS because in my mind, my Football Player!M!MC and CTOS!M!MC actually met and hooked up a couple of times when CTOS!MC was in NYC for some random plot reason lol

They are both queer and Southeast Asian (Chinese Filipino on CTOS!MC's part) athletes, so they did the math lol It was before Nate for MC!MC and before even admitting to self that he loves Sam for CTOS!MC, ofc. No cheating!

Altho it was a very "And they were both tops!" time for them. Still, frustrations were released!

Oh my god!!! I love this idea!! CT:OS MC hooking up with Merry Crisis MC (while they were both jocks) and then realizing they have feelings for Sam is DYNAMITE excuse me?!?!

I feel like in this case it would be canon that Sam maybe knew about Merry Crisis MC (since Sam was CTOS's MC'S best friend) and they both enjoy each other's company.

#ct:os #ct:os merry crisis crossover #complicated #merry crisis #if #interactive fiction #asks #nat #sam

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