Canon? Found Dead In A Ditch Far, Far Away

one day, silco got pregnant, and aborted before telling it to vander, they had a violent argument when vander found out, they didnt speak to each other for a week, until vander came back to him in tears, apologizing

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Galbatorix/Murtagh Morzansson Characters: Murtagh Morzansson, Galbatorix (Inheritance Cycle), Thorn (Inheritance Cycle) Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, galbatorix is not named, Murtagh Morzansson Needs a Hug, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Forced Summary:

apres l'éclosion de thorn, alors que murtagh est fait prisonnier dans les sous sols d'Uru'baen, il subit toutes sortes de tortures, dont une qui l'aura particulièrement marquée..

// rape/non-con ,, " the King " is not named

Some fun modern au designs of Agott and Coco

POV Cody at least once every battle

me : trying to put my hc on the table

perso : nO i'Ts WrOng

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just a draft of hannigram I found in my docs, English is not my first language ¡

With Hannibal and Will sex is always an intense thing, it's rare that it happens, but they have learned to devour each other with their eyes, to make love to each other with words, gestures, smiles, looks. So they don't necessarily need the taste of pure flesh. When one wants something, they just let it be known by words, or a sudden rapprochement. It's often Will who asks, because he's the one who is the most dependent. Hannibal likes to stop during the day or evening, on the couch and touch Will until he makes him cum, simply with his hands and sometimes without touching his crotch. He plays with him, he drives him crazy. He simply goes until the last drop, and stops. Sometimes he doesn't even go all the way, when Will asks him, when he doesn't want to come, not to go any further.

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excerpt of another hannigra draft ( it's in french, maybe i'll translate later ! )

“ Je ne t'ai jamais aimé ! “ les mots résonnaient comme un gros mensonge dans la bouche d’un enfant. Emplit d'une détresse absolue et d’une peine incurable. Il était bien trop blessé pour pouvoir dire autre chose qu’un mensonge. Il était au fond du gouffre. Et, il ne pourrait probablement jamais en ressortir. Un sourire s’étala sur le visage de son souffre douleur. Hannibal se rapprocha de lui doucement, effleurant sa joue d'une main. Will était incapable de bouger, le souffle court. Il avait dépensé toute son énergie dans des mots qui n’avaient eu aucun impact sur l'homme en face de lui. “ Tu mens “ Will ferma les yeux, essayant d’ignorer le frisson brutal qui venait de traverser sa colonne vertébrale. Il releva le menton, ses pupilles dilatées refusant de voir la réalité en face. Il n’aimait pas Hannibal. Il ne mentait pas. “ Tu te voiles la face mon beau Will “ chuchota le balte, augmentant la proximité entre eux deux. Son sourire horripilant toujours plaqué sur le visage “ Ce n’est… pas… vrai. “ articula difficilement Will, rouvrant les yeux pour les poser sur le visage de son trouble paix. Il refusait de l’admettre. Hannibal avait foutu sa vie en l’air, pourquoi lui ferait-il le plaisir de lui faire entendre ce qu'il voulait ?

sophie thatcher photographed by wanda martin

I just experienced an extraordinary surge of emotions

i was casually listening to Would You Fall In Love With Me Again and suddenly, at the end, when the worst moment of emotions had passed, L'équilibre from Kyo started and I literally fell on my knees because it was too much to bear. And it was beautiful. The duality of these two songs are beautiful, unconditional love of Penelope and Odysseus on one side and the broken and toxic love from the other, the love they want to keep at all costs, but it's so difficult for them to handle their broken love, but so strong at the same time. In L'équilibre, They love each other so much that they are unable to live without each other, they are unable to imagine each other without each other, but love is so worn out, so exploited that to stay with the other would be to destroy oneself little by little. And that is what they do, because despite everything, they are incapable of separating.

And the paradox is so beautiful and so destroying at the same time.

I have a 20s Crowley hc. and it's an obsession to me

tw / slightly boobies

feminine crowley, he's so confident in the 20s and he loves very long curly hair and long black dresses. I'm on my knees for this manwoman 🛐