NNN with eren

this my type of carrying on 🌚 I fear that brother isn’t making it past week one. Simply because he no longer has that type of restraint. Sure, when you first met him, he wouldn’t have cracked, no problem. He was celibate and honestly, sex wasn’t on his mind like that. But neowww?? Oh it’s a biggg problem! And you don’t make things easier on him either. You propose the idea and ofc, his pride and ego won’t let him turn down a challenge.

“What do you take me for? A perverted freak who can’t go a month without beating his dick? Watch me..I got this.”

and spoiler alert, he does not got this! The first couple of days, he’s all good. He’s exercising, working on some projects and getting things done. He takes his dog for a walk and you two even enjoy some nice outings that don’t involve him turning you into a human pretzel. But a few more days pass and he’s not doing so well. In fact, he’s miserable. But he doesn’t show it, at least not around you. “Are you okay, baby? You look a little tense..” “Me? Tense? You’re crazy, I’m just fine, princess.” Whole time, he’s lifting hundred pound weights with no spotter and pure spite on his side. Your clothes keep getting shorter and shorter and so does his patience. His final straw(s) perhaps are when he sees you naked..fresh out of the shower and you’re rubbing yourself in all of those body oils and creams and he’s seen you do it tons of other times before normally, he’s devouring you right after. This time, not so much and it’s driving him crazy. You’re paying extra attention to detail on your ass, tits and thighs..but you don’t even stop there. It’s once he leaves the bedroom and you go to have your own little fun does he really lose it. Lying on the bed with an array of toys, playing with yourself…oh he’s PISSED. Not only because a bunch of plastic gets to have you but he can’t anddd you’re breaking the agreement!..or so he thought. “I never said I was participating. I asked you.” And from there, he’s done! No more of this stupid game. Instead, he starts laughing because you’re in for it. “Don’t worry, princess. I won’t break the agreement. Have fun with your toys..because I won’t be nearly as easy on you as they are.” And his tone? You know you’re about to be crawling until Christmas because he’s been biding his time until he can put you through the mattress.

Enid, calling: Babe! How are you?

Wednesday: Hello my dear, is there anything you need?

Enid: Yeah I have a question: should we be worried about big scorpions or small scorpions?

Wednesday: Well the bigger they are the better. The smaller ones are very lethal. Why do you ask?

Enid, ends the call immediately: Okay Bianca, we gotta take Yoko to the hospital NOW.

For the ficlet requests:

Diasomnia with a sick Sebek 💚

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“AND I AM TELLING YOU, SILVER, THAT I FEEL PERFECTLY FINE!”

The familiar shout causes Lilia to pause, ears pricked as he stands mid-descent down the stairwell. There’s no mistaking it: such a loud, raucous voice can only belong to Sebek. And yet, as he changes his direction, making a beeline for the hallway of dorm rooms where Sebek stays instead of going down to the lounge like he originally planned, all Lilia can ponder is one thing: What are those two boys up to today?

The answer becomes immediately obvious as soon as he arrives, brushing past a trio of relieved roommates in favour of peeking in and scoping out the situation. Because as soon as Lilia pushes the slightly-opened door, allowing him to poke his head inside, the first thing he sees is Silver attempting to wrestle a thrashing Sebek into his bed. Focused as they are — Silver with pinning Sebek down, and Sebek with attempting to break free — neither of them notice him, granting Lilia just enough time to analyse just what he’s looking at.

Pale skin. Messy hair. A hoarseness to his voice. It clicks for him the more he stares at Sebek, and cements once the boy turns his head away to let out a series of horrible, hacking wheezes.

Sebek is sick.

In an instant, Lilia is whisked back to the past, when Sebek and Silver were both such young, little things, training under his guidance. Sebek, bless his heart, was always such a stubborn boy, and though Baul would often alert Lilia ahead of time to the instances where Sebek fell sick, it wasn’t at all rare for Sebek to show on his doorstep anyways, teetering on his feet yet raving for another day of training.

Oh, those stubborn Zigvolts, Lilia thinks, stifling a sigh before he steps in.

“Silver! Sebek!”

In an instant, the two of them freeze, locked in a pose that, in any other situation, would be quite hysterical to witness — one of Silver’s hands is pressed against Sebek’s shoulder, while the other is held in a vice grip; their legs are tangled together, and their hairs are tousled, their cheeks a flushed mess. But rather than laugh at the sight, Lilia sets his jaw, focusing on sorting out the situation at hand.

“Silver, get off of Sebek at once,” he instructs, watching as Silver obeys, disentangling from Sebek with a few grunts before sliding off the bed, looking slightly sheepish. “And Sebek,” Lilia continues, turning his focus away from Silver, who is attempting to dust himself off and straighten his crumpled clothes, “I hereby ban you from attending classes until you recover from this illness.”

Whatever triumphant smirk that graced Sebek’s face upon being released from Silver melts in a flash. His eyes widen, lips beginning to warble. “B-But I feel perfectly fine, Master Lilia!” he insists, before collapsing into another round of phlegm-filled hacking. “T-That— This is nothing but a minor cough!” Sebek asserts, despite looking gaunt and pallid, swaying as he sits up in bed. “I assure you, I am perfectly healthy, and fit for class—”

“How would Malleus feel, knowing you were pushing yourself in sickness?” At once, Sebek freezes. Lilia can only silently thank the fact that the young Zigvolt’s idolisation of Malleus makes it easy to get him to agree to any situation — one only needs to raise his liege before he goes along in blind faith. Lilia walks forward, sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching to press a hand against Sebek’s forehead — it’s hot to the touch. “Nevermind that,” Lilia sighs, “how would it look for one of his retainers to be attending classes while greatly ill?”

And, as usual, these tactics work. Sebek cowers back, eyebrows pressing together as this epiphany seems to dawn on him. “No…” he murmurs, hushed words that Lilia is only privy to courtesy of his excellent hearing, “I cannot do Lord Malleus a disservice like that.”

“You best rest up, hm?” Lilia reaches out to pat him on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll alert the professors of your absence today, and I’ll send Silver to go get some medicine. You don’t mind, do you dear?” he asks, turning his head to Silver, who only nods, filial as ever. “And I’ll make sure to brew some soup before I go,” Lilia adds with a wink. “I’ll put it in a flask; it’ll help you get better at lightning speed!”

With everything settled, Lilia skips out of the room merrily, turning a blind eye to the way Sebek and Silver simultaneously blanch.

“So Sebek is ill?”

Lilia nods, swallowing his mouthful of food before he replies. “You ought to go visit him, Malleus. I’m certain that would make his day.”

“I think I shall,” Malleus muses, stroking his chin, his plate of lunch half-finished. “Perhaps a blessing could assist in speeding up the recovery process…”

And if a jubilant shout rings through the halls of Diasomnia later that evening, causing one too many students to wince, Lilia only smiles to himself before returning to the bubbling pot on the stove. “Silver,” he calls, “be a dear and help dice some more ginger, would you? I doubt that this will be enough!”

Silver only glances over at the small mountain of ginger sitting in a bowl before visibly gulping, and hanging his head.

So while I’ve posted personal photos on here maybe once or twice at most… I had to post these because not only did the girlies convince/possess me to buy Monster. (because of course the fact that it’s pre-show week isn’t enough lol) but I saw this when on the way to meet up with a friend this evening and had to take photos for all my girlie pies 💖

and while I couldn’t get the photo of Ghost at as great of an angle, and am new to the community, and don’t know who’s a price girlie or anything, I had to take the photos for y’all, so i’m just gonna tag some of the lovelies i think (know) would appreciate this ☺️🙌🏻

tags: @lxvvie , @puff0o0 , @stargirlrchive , @lovebugcody

They are all a little upset.

Just a bit upset. Peeved, if you will.

(Technically a continuation of this post)

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That last ask reminded me of a dream I had about Anakin awhile ago. It was like a modern time and we lived where I do now and I was getting some work done on my laptop while sitting on the couch and Anakin was nonstop whining for attention to the point where he was physically trying to crawl into my lap. After like 10 minutes of whining he just sat across from me pouting when my cat came over and crawled into my lap, when I tell you this man shot up like a bullet "WHY DOES SHE GET TO SIT IN YOUR LAP" "Shes a cat Anakin......" "I- but- uh- I CAN MEOW" I literally laughed so hard i woke up.

no bcos he is so cute he absolutely would try to sneak into your lap and get frustrated its not working and if it DOES work and hes in your lap he gets all whiny about how youre not petting him or something you really cant win

then getting jealous of the cat is so him being like ‘what does the cat even do??’ “i can meow!” LDKJF panicked and dejected and trying to point out an injustice!! a slight on his honor!!! let him lay in your lap :(

hes such a huge distraction when youre trying to get stuff done and he’d try to not act pouty about it but hed be a terrible actor

anakin is a huge attention whore omfg

i am not immune to his charms 😔💥👹 — ft. arataki itto

This is a Medea Solon Appreciation Post.

Look at her!!!

Smart af

Ready to sacrifice herself

Protecting people she loves

She's amazing!!!

Medea Solon, You are amazing ✨️💞💞💖💖

”two arms, one head: the death of a newly paraplegic philosopher” is both one of the best and most disturbing things I’ve read

SO in the bsd manga the meursault prison cells are cubes right

but they’re yellow

LIKE RIMBAUD’S ABILITY?????

its like 2 am while i write this its probably nothin

Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

Tag Games

To everyone who tagged me or sent me an ask over the last month, thank you! April was a bit crazy for me, but you guys have given me enough things to reply to that I've got a month full of scheduled posts :D

So if you tagged me, or sent an ask, it's probably in my queue to be answered sometime before the end of May <3

@blind-the-winds @duckingwriting @oh-no-another-idea @faelanvance @elliottsbigstrongboyarms @authoralexharvey @sleepyowlwrites @kaiusvnoir @amewinterswriting @talesofsorrowandofruin @cwritesfiction @j-1173 @arigalefantasynovels @avrablake @shellyscribbles @ashen-crest @world-of-fire-and-flight-admin

I think that's everyone. I've probably missed someone but regardless, thank you all <3 It was lovely to come back to tumblr and have a plethora of tag games to answer <3

Hiiiii I saw that you opened ficlet frenzy again so I decided to drop by :3

I really loved the fic that you wrote about Lilia overblot and Silver’s sleeping curse, so I was wondering if by chance you could write Lilia being super overprotective of Silver(who is still sleeping) after his overblot? The others could be trying to bring Lilia back to his senses but it’s up to you! Have a nice day <3

[✐] ficlet frenzy i assume you're referring to two for nero with this request!

His head snaps up as soon as the door creaks open.

“Quell your nerves, Lilia,” a familiar voice calls out. Malleus emerges into view, stepping into the room. “It is just me.”

Though Lilia allows the tension to dissipate off of him, his nerves don’t quite settle down. They never really have — not since Silver fell to his sleep curse, not since Lilia’s untimely overblot. But despite the weakness that now permanently festers in his bones, fatigue dragging him down and rendering his muscles sore and weary, Lilia shuffles a little closer to Silver, who slumbers fitfully next to him.

He rests one hand against his sleeping son’s shoulder, eyes still trained upon their visitor.

Malleus looks upon all of this. Lilia can see the way he seems to bite back a sigh.

“Even if it is just you,” Lilia eventually begins, voice cracking, “I can’t just…”

He trails off, before he shakes his head. Even though Silver has awoken — properly this time, most of the curse expelled through the overflow of blot-tainted magic that had nearly killed its caster — Lilia still cannot help the way he tenses whenever someone stops by the dorm to visit him. He likens it to the instincts of a feral animal whenever he tries to describe it to Silver, a gnashing, slobbering beast that wishes to lunge in front of him, howling as it bares its sharp canines, fending off any and all who try to approach.

There is no danger now. Silver is no longer cursed. Lilia is no longer overblotting.

And yet, he still clings close to Silver, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish to talk with Silver,” Malleus says.

He takes a step towards the bed.

Lilia flinches.

He wants to lash out, scrabble at Malleus with his nails until the fae leaves the room. Silver is— is his to protect, that blot-dripping monster that had formed from the core of his wretchedly protective desires never leaving, not even after Silver recovered. It still festers underneath his skin, lurking in wait as though a predator stalking its prey, spurring him to chase off visitors with as many excuses as he can conjure, only succeeding whenever Silver takes a nap as he recovers from curse-sickness.

(If that beast had not sapped him of his magic, leaving the barest dredges of it left, would Lilia feel as uneasy letting anyone else around Silver? Or is his admittedly unreasonable protectiveness a consequence of the strength he lost? Lilia is aware of it, and yet—

He continues to ignore the fact that he can no longer protect Silver the way he longs to.)

“I think… it would be best if you came back later.”

Malleus stops.

“Let him rest,” Lilia says softly, gazing at Silver’s slumbering face, features smoothed by a peaceful dream. “You can talk to him when he’s awake.”

Silence.

“Then let me talk to you instead.”

Lilia closes his eyes. “I’d rather not.”

“Lilia—”

“We can talk another time, Malleus.” Turning away fully from the indignant fae, ignoring the frustration painted across his face, Lilia stares down at Silver instead. “Let’s allow Silver to rest for now.”

(He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep dancing around everything — the loss of his magic, the way he’d knocked out Malleus, and above all else, the fact that he keeps clinging to Silver, even after everything has been said and done.)

This Or That

I decided to do one after seeing @starfishyexe ‘s post. Hope it’s okay I used your format to make this a little tag game ❤️

barbie* or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter* or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games* or video games* // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy* or sci-fi // lays or pringles

clarifications & stipulations for my brain:

-barbie/oppenheimer: as someone in the industry, both meant so so much to me. I had to see both and they both were one of those rare films that reinspire/remind me why I got into this business in the first place. Not to mention were game changers for the industry in their own respective ways.

-harry potter: tbh I’m not really a fan of either? I enjoyed the movies, couldn’t get through the books. But not really into either, per say.

-board games/video games: as someone into both, enjoying company, competitiveness/winning, and laughter/fun, I love both. I’m trying to expand my career into the latter as well and have been for a little while, so I might have to include it. But both hold the same weight in my heart tbh.

-fantasy/sci-fi: I’d argue these are the same? So argue with me if you have a problem with that, I guess 😂🤷‍♀️🙈

tagging: (ofc no pressure, just if you want) anyone feel free to do it and tag me, too! ❤️ @purplebtsmagic , @existentialmalaises , @duskholland , @clydesfavoritegirl , @formerly-anonhamster , @guac-the-joaqu , @incaseyouart , @inkinflux , @itsaconquestofimagination , @logangarfield , @moonlit-maiden , @neil-gaiman , @veryholland , @xenteaart , @xxcatrenxx , @yesimwriting , @imamotherfuckingstar-lord , @so-fuckin-empty-2 , @sacklerscumrag , @candycanes19

The same words can be said many different ways.

Ingo is very familiar with this.

(Notes for self-deprecation, self-blame, self-isolation, hints of minor self-harm in the form of coping mechanisms such as nail-biting, and grief below)

"It's your fault." That was what his thoughts whispered, hissing at him in a cacophony of angry Sevipers, as he cradled Emmet's head and shoulders, his little brother's ever-burning warmth chilled to embers, frost dusting his white-streaked hair. Guilt almost choked him half to death, nearly stole his voice as he screamed for their parents.

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"It was your fault," he told himself, even when his parents wouldn't, even though Emmet had almost died and had a hole in his memories surrounding that wretched incident.

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"It was your fault," he snapped at his reflection, lonely tears balanced on the edges of his eyelids, lip wobbling stubbornly. He wasn't a child anymore, but here he was, crying about missing his little brother when he had only himself to blame.

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"It was your fault," he thought silently, shoulders hitching as he sat on the floor, arms wrapped around himself in a facsimile of an embrace. He missed touch. He didn't want to be touched. He missed it. He shouldn't.

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"It was your fault," his thoughts tutted as he saw Emmet, halfway across the room at the banquet, his twin's face lighting up at the sight of him despite what he'd done -- of course, Emmet didn't remember, so he wouldn't know to hate him, would he? Instead of facing him, he excused himself and ran back to his room, where Litwick sat on her hearth, waiting for him.

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"It was your fault," the reminder said as he dug his fingers into his arms, listening to Emmet quietly cry on the other side of the door, wanting to throw the door open and hug him, tell him that it would be okay, that he was sorry for leaving him alone -- but he didn't, just like he didn't go to the funeral, still too scared and dangerous to leave.

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"It was your fault," his thoughts tittered, Nimbasa far behind him, snow soft against his legs and the icy mountain air a balm to his flushed cheeks. He couldn't go back. Not now. Not when they knew about him, not after he almost hurt people -- hurt Emmet -- again. Maybe he'd never go back, even if he could, because everyone knew how merciless the mountains were.

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"It was your fault," he reminded himself one last time, looking up at the Dragon that loomed over him, plates of long-undisturbed ice crackling as it lowered its head to his level. He couldn't forget it, even if Death was staring him in the face. He would never forget it, even though it was washed away briefly when Kyurem offered him a deal instead of ending his life then and there.

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"It was your fault," he remembered, Emmet's snappish, "Make me leave, then, if you do not want me here so badly," echoing in his ears like the creaking of ice around them. He could feel hairline cracks spreading, ice threatening to break like his emotions, and he reined them in, spat out ice along with a simple, "Fine, then."

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"It was your fault," he thought, unable to think much else as the reality sunk in and he stared at the gaping hole in the ice floor, leading down, down, down into a crevice between the cliffs. His fingers dug into his hair, uneven nails scraping his scalp, reopening every scabbed-over quick as he clung to the thought that the powder was soft, a cushion, and Emmet had been dropped into the middle of it.

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"It was your fault?" he said, inflection failing him, voice barely more than a breath. It almost died against the creak of Kyurem's ice before the Dragon fell still, head lowered in something approaching shame.

"This was your fault?" he said, voice mounting in volume, forced from his lungs -- something burned, seared inside his chest, a pressure that built and built and built until, like hot glass plunged into water, it broke and something approaching a scream tore from his throat, a demand for answers, for retribution, for everything he lost to be returned to him, an impossibility.

Ice shuddered in his chest, snapping the rapidly fraying tie between them, and he could see his eyes reflected in Kyurem's, silver touched with sulfur-gold as lonesome cold rushed and every fractal of ice around them shattered.

"You made me like this on purpose?"

if i queued my posts i would tag them as "tonight i gave queue my soul"