NATE ARCHIBALD ↳ Gossip Girl (2007-2012) | 1.01 "Pilot" Dir. Mark Piznarskin

Cover art by Breyona Holt. I hope to see more of her work soon! I love these covers because they’re simple yet distinct from a lot of the covers we see today. No heavy editing or props and yet you’re still drawn to what the album holds. I love it!

patroclus ever so gently kissing achilles' eyelids while he sleeps— achilles is sometimes awake but pretends he's sleeping just to feel pat's love.

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Anonymous said: hiiii omg, I love your writings;; can I request a past lives/reincarnation au?? Thank you sm ilyyy

Anonymous said: since the whole soulmates thing is always hinted in ynwa, could you possibly elaborate on that? Maybe in a one-shot? Please don’t stop writing!!

Anonymous said: Are you implying that,, 👀yn👀and👀ot7👀were👀soulmates👀in👀all👀of👀their👀previous👀lives👀,,, I know that the request box is long closed,, but pweaseeeeeeeeee consider writing a one shot about their hypothetical previous lives and how exactly had it go, uwu

Summary: Perhaps the greatest love story, lost with time – history carved by the hands of the unaware, the world forgets the existence of one woman who stole the hearts of 7 Gods, bringing strife, war, destruction and devastation raging across the globe. And, beneath it all, the birth of something more. The love that drove them mad, the love they could never have.

But destiny always found a way to reunite star-crossed lovers.

Soulmates!AU, Greek Gods!AU, reincarnation!AU

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Seokjin/Reader, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader, Poly!BTS

Disclaimer: this fic is in no way historically or culturally accurate. Timelines, personality and plot are all unrelated to actual Greek mythology. It is a world constructed purely by my own imagination and creativity. I only borrowed the names, roles and general duties of the Greek Gods mentioned. It is not my intent to infringe on the cultural, social, historical or religious implications of these figures. I ask that anyone who finds offense in this to not read. This is a fanfiction and does not reflect any aspect of reality in any way, shape or form. Feel free to DM me if there is any part you feel strongly about that I can adjust.

Warnings: Cursing, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, polyamory, brief sexism, angst, infidelity, oral (male and female), overstimulation, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, marking, multiple orgasms, blindfolds, bindings, handjobs, dry humping, dom!namjoon, dom!jin, dom!hobi, dom!tae, dom!yoongi, sub!jimin, switch!jk, switch!reader

Length: 8.3k

Notes: holyshitbasicallyasmutfestwithplotandabucketloadofangst I think I got kinda carried away with this concept LOL, I really do hope you guys enjoy. Uni is giving me backpains and general depression and I probably won’t be posting anything until midterms are over. I still have a bunch of asks sitting in my inbox (sorry!) so those will definitely get answered soon.

On another note, I do have some fancams I recorded from the concert; if anyone wants them, please lmk so I can post them.

Poseidon!Tae, Ares!JK, Hades!Yoongi, Apollo!Hobi, Hephaestus!Joon, Hermes!Jimin, Zeus!Jin

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“Wake, my love.” Long fingers traced the curve of your hip, palm splaying at your inner thigh as you shift in your sleep. The words were mere whispers as gentle lips pressed against your temple.

“We are to be late if you do not rise, heart.” Even so, it was to the sharp ache of a new flower blooming across the scattered plum-flavoured constellation that graced your neck and chest that you truly roused to.

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obsessed with these works by fracisco romero zafra

Creating Mythology

                I’m headed back to my folklore roots this week and talking about creating your own myth for your worldbuilding!

                Mythology explains something otherwise unexplainable, whether that be a part of the world, a structure, or a part of the human experience. They are typically reflections of society in the time they were created that echo to the present--a foundation of a certain belief or custom. This can be a really intriguing way to bring readers into the history of your world—what will your myth say about the people of that time, what were they concerned about? What kinds of stories did they tell?

                Myths are just stories with a simple theme. Remember that this thing is supposed to have lasted across time—when you’re retelling a really old story, how many specific details do you actually remember? Don’t try to fool us with a story that’s too in-depth. Mythological stories are about mortality, or the nature of mankind, the afterlife, religion. A theme your myth may have is: “humans were born from the sea” or “all mankind was originally kind”.

                What does your myth explain about the world? Maybe it’s where humans came from, or where a certain religion, custom, ritual, or traditional practice originated, even where a revered creature originated, or where it went. If your world can’t explain something by science, the people in it would have tried to explain it through myth. What things need explaining?

                To make your myth believable (or, believable to the world it’s in) we want it to be distant in the past. Think thousands of years old, or at least, no one alive today knew anyone who lived through that time. I would say a good three or four generations old is a convincing minimum for time to have passed, but myths can be (and often are) as old as the beginning of humanity itself. As well, it may be difficult to pin down exactly what time a myth was created.

                Your myth should have characters—usually they’d be gods or beings with power over the world, but this isn’t necessary. Maybe your myth is about one really influential king, or just some person who caused a great deal of waves. Nevertheless, whoever they are, think of the impact time has over someone’s reputation. The older it is, the more revered these characters may be.

                Lastly, think about how your myth impacts the present. What has the past gifted? What has been lost?

Here’s a good resource: Creating a Myth: 7 Tips for Building a Richer World - TCK Publishing

                Good luck! Next we're covering legend and folklore <3

‘The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet’ by Frederic Leighton, c. 1855.

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gymrat!abby anderson doing pull ups with reader wrapped around her waist. reader who can squat an insane amount and abby who can deadlift it. abby who wraps her hands around reader's thighs while eating her out. abby who goes down on reader for hours. abby abby abby abby ABBY!!!!!

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“This way, sweetheart, this way!” the clambering voices of the paparazzi build and crowd your ears. Flashing lights of pictures being taken leave imprints on your vision, but you smile through it. Your hands are dutifully wrapped around BLACK NOIR’s thick bicep, and you tilt your head against his shoulder as he leads you through the line of press.

“Black Noir’s girlfriend, over here! Look at me!”

“Right here, honey, right here!”

A warm palm pats against the top of your hand, and you glance up at Noir. You’ve gotten exceptionally talented at telling his signs, and he’s eyeing you from the side. A silent and familiar question that has you moistening your lips, retreating with him to the restroom as soon as you can afford to slip away.

“Couldn’t wait to get me back, huh?” you question, winded from effort as mean fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, guiding you up and down. “You know you’re supposed to be working, right? Can’t believe you needed a pussy break.” you chide. Fat cock drives into you at a harsh pace, bracing your hands on the stall dividers for support. With each of his thrusts up, a soft grunt expels through his nose, and it makes you shiver. Your fingers come to toy with his lips through his mask, the scarring embossed underneath it, sliding against your pads. “So fucking horny, baby. Is it ‘cause they called me your girlfriend?” To punctuate your point, you seat yourself, fully sheathing his every inch. “Huh? You like when they call me your little girlfriend?” He nods, only once, but it’s enough. Tenderly, your cup the nape of his neck, and use it as leverage for how you rock back and forth on his cock. His hands slide down your waist, over the folds of your hiked up dress, to grab at your ass. Gloves knead and smack at it, jiggling the flesh as you take your time in rolling your body on his cock.

“You—“ your own whimper interrupts you, his tip brushing the spongy spot inside of you from this angle. “—you think they know you’re fucking your little girlfriend in this fucking restroom?” At the mention, he claws into the globes of your ass, yanking you closer to him and consequently shoving himself impossibly deeper. A pitchy whine is drawn from you, and one of his hands comes to wedge in between you two. The tips of his fingers smooth out your lower abdomen, as if to let you know he’s right there. You can feel the tip of him right there, poking out. He didn’t have to say much for you to get the picture. Especially when he presses into it, bringing your g-spot right to his swollen head. You arch back with a gasp, stars like fireworks in your eyes as you chase that feeling. Faithfully, he keeps that pressure while you rock into it. His grip on your ass telling you: That’s right. That’s what I want from you. That’s a good little girl.

You’re supposed to be here in support of his newest movie; the premiere had been the talk of the media for weeks. And here you are in the public restroom of the theater, blowing it off so you can leave a cum stain on your boyfriend’s crotch.