- Not a single soul:
- Not even Zeus:
- Hebe: *Curses a baby because she is drunk on ambrosia*
Oh to be reclined upon a bed of virginal satin, surrounded by the dark of the room with candles burning near a piano. In the Hungarian Eve, he plays the notes so vehemently and proud, then eases but gently as the wind blows through the curtains. With one’s bosom heaving in dire anticipation, it is most certain that one is easily seduced by his playing. And how tremulous, how rich and amorevolous the notes are! One cannot deny how hypnotic his eyes are, for they are utterly focused on his beloved instrument.
As the night continues on, the essence of hunger grows. The music is but a prelude to the beginning of night, and when it comes time for him to retire, his fingers, those pale and lithe digits as renowned as the glossy keys, now coil in relief as the somber tune of night’s orchestra comes. To me he comes upon the bed, only to embrace my flesh with the most endaunting of caresses.
Oh to be loved in that Hungarian Eve, under the face of the moon so beloved, as she is the only one to see the deeds of amorous lovemaking and never utter a whisper.
GUESS WHAT? Technically this brings me to 31 prompts and completion! However, I may do little smaller ones for tomorrow and the next day, depending on how work goes. ANYWAY, today is for:
No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD…
Migraine| Concussion | Blindness
Alt. 13 Accidents
You can find “Hard Landings” over on ao3. It’s my Padawan Obi-Wan whump, so warnings for whump of a 14-year-old. Gen fic. Feat: not great Master Jinn, a crash, head injuries, other injuries, and character death (not main characters).
I was carrying a story,
clutching it tightly to my chest,
when my feet went out from under me.
It went flying across the room,
the pieces scattering, skittering.
I cleaned it up as best I could,
holding the sharp shards of paragraph
between careful fingers.
I tried to scrub words from the carpet,
but they left a dark stain you can just read.
And even now I walk around the room,
and feel the sharp dig of a comma underfoot.
I find prepositions wedged between the sofa cushions,
underneath the table.
It’s almost finished now, pressed neatly into rows,
But I’m trying to remember where this final piece will go.
Convertido en silencio te nombré
por debajo dejé que los labios se frotaran hasta
crear besos de alquimia.
Arrancado de tus ojos primarios
por encima dejé que las palabras se unieran
hasta poetizar crudos alfabetos.
Hablemos de universos paralelos
a través de órbitas te hiciste vilmente mía
hasta crujir ese instinto de mujer.
con los ojos enamorados
de mi boca lenta huiste
a un lugar llamado…
After Lena confesses to Kara while they’re in the Fortress together that
she’s known her secret for weeks. She leaves Kara encased in
kryptonite-laced ice in the Fortress while leaving Myriad behind.
Thinking Lena only needs space, Kara is more than happy to give it to
her only to discover that L-Corp plans to relocate to Metropolis. While
Lena has tried to convince herself that she’s looking for a fresh start,
she finds a very unhealthy way of coping.
Read here on A03
Bu aralar kendimle barışık değilim ama küste değilim…
Akraba gibi davranıyorum kendime…
Posting another one before I go to bed :)
Characters: Caleb (POV), Omri
CW: Exhaustion, conditioning, brainwashing, broken whumpee, hallucinations, referenced past torture, referenced past abuse, conditioned response, whumpee thinking caretaker was the whumper, perhaps more that I’m missing. Just let me know if something needs to be tagged!
Word Count: 614
The room spun the further he stepped forward. Curled, shifted… closed in. Crushing him every time his weary eye drifted closed.
Caleb needed to get out of here.
His hands scoured the side of the wall as he slid across it, using its flat surface to keep him afloat. He used it to push off, force his feet to stumble forward a few more feet, rinse, repeat. An arduous process, but it would be worth it once he was out of the house.
Never go outside with permission. The rule dangled in front of his face, a grim reminder of what he should be doing.
You can go wherever you want, love, I ain’t gonna stop ya.
(still about s*x but nothing actively happening/not explicit. no additional content warnings)
It’s late at night your tired and exhausted barely able to keep your eyes open. Casually watching YouTube on your tv, the volume low to the point it’s just white noise. Your phone is down on the bed black and quiet. Suddenly you get a notification on tumblr, curious as to what it is, you only have notifications on for people messaging you, and you don’t ever get messages from people.
Curiously you open your phone and go to your messages, it’s some random account wondering if you could check out a art piece, there’s a link but it’s been shortened by tinyurl.com. Curiously you open the link immediately your bombarded by flashing strobing lights, enough to cause a epilepsy, instead of closing it your drawn in completely captive to the blinding mesmerizing lights.
Your mouth creeps open a little as drool started to flow out onto your shirt your nipples barely visible from the translucent shirt you were wearing. Suddenly words quickly flashed on the screen now.
Each word making you more and more relaxed, your mind completely empty and clear. After a good five minutes the link closed and all you see is he person that messaged you started sending you messages.
They talked about relaxing your mind and accepting everything they have to say, you watch as they tell you they own you and how your there new internet slut. You’ll never think of this person as a stranger but more as a friend a friend you trust more than your own self. You’d do anything they say.
Soon you wake up confused yet happy. You get a notification from that person there prior messages deleted and no trace of the hypnosis. You start chatting and soon your rubbing your clit/dick cause they said so rubbing any free will you have when talking to them.
You are there property now. Your a good girl.
Thank you to everyone whose been reading UNCOMFORTABLE, my first fanfic of Henry Cavill.
I’m glad so many of you are enjoying it and I haven’t tainted your man. 😊
Some of you may have noticed that the chapters are posted slowly. I have two reasons for that.
1 - because I found if I dumped the chapters all at once that no one cares. 😪
2 - because it also gives me a chance to make sense of what I’ve written.
So, I’ve uploaded the first two chapters. I have two more chapters in queue. So,four chapters in total.
I do plan on adding more chapters. How many? Not sure yet..we’ll see.
But I do have more handwritten unfortunately for me,it’s in random paragraphs rather than chapters..so yay! 🥳 because I’m clearly not someone who wants things to make sense. 🤦♀️
Chapters are uploaded once a week,every monday…between 10am - 11am, Australian/Queensland time…Until I finish this series.
Some of you have asked to be tagged in future posts and I have tagged you,I’m more than happy to tag others.
Next Chapter..Chapter 3 is due out 2 November 2020.
When we return home
It’s a haven for you
But a hell fire for me
Your walls guard you
Keep my love out
The hungry vines
Of my skeletal garden
To eat my perception
And existence too
“Why don’t you hate me?”
To put it simply,
Hating you would force me to hate everything about this world I hold dear.
I find you in the little things.
You still linger within all that makes me smile.
Everything I enjoy has your name carved deep in the very essence of it.
I couldn’t tell you any of this in person,
I just said that I’m not able to,
That I wasn’t sure.
The truth is,
I could never hate the one who taught me what love is.
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