#meme replies.

@byanyan asked for a Lore Drop AND this promised lore drop tagging @tamedgod as well <3

The origins of tensai powers can be traced back to Theia, the Greek Titan goddess of sight, prophecy, and the shining light of the clear blue sky (aether). Theia, the daughter of Gaia (Mother Earth) and Uranus (god of the sky/heavens), bore three children of her own: Helios (the Sun), Selene (the Moon), and Eos (the Dawn).

Helios, the Sun, is the father of ELEMENTAL TENSAI - the group of tensai most connected to the earth, who control its growth and healing, or its harm and destruction, and is responsible for the elements that thrive upon it.

Selene, the Moon, is the mother of PHYSICAL TENSAI - the group of tensai of ethereal origin, least connected to the earth but still able to exist and shine upon it, with limited influence on its nature, and home to those misplaced and hidden in the dark. She is the origin of those who hold the light of the moon brightest in their eyes.

Eos, the Dawn, is the mother of MENTAL TENSAI - the bridge between the Sun and the Moon, with pieces of the soul connected to both; ethereal and supernatural, blessed with a bright glow of their eyes; and also connected to humanity and able to feel its warmth, and walk among them freely. Mental tensai may choose a home in either, but are also disconnected, their place among the tensai unsure and their reputation uneasy -- leaving the choice of the light/humanity or dark/supernatural in their hands, often blurring the lines between them both.

The glow of a tensai's eyes were granted to them by Theia, who provided them with divine light, which they carried on thousands of generations.

Should a tensai discover a second ability, a white, glowing sigil will appear on their forehead - a symbol combining the Sun, Moon, and Dawn. Its appearance will depend on which two abilities have been achieved, and their corresponding elements: Mental/Elemental (Dawn, Sun), Mental/Physical (Dawn, Moon), Elemental/Physical (Sun, Moon). There have been no recorded instances of a tensai achieving all three (🤫).

The mark is temporary at first, only appearing with use of a Direct Action (such as causing emotions, in Yuki's case, or acquiring an ability, in Hayden's case) and will fade once said action has been completed. However, through evolution of the two tensai abilities, the mark becomes permanent, and glows brighter/dimmer in response to its strength.

The heavy, humid air in the bedroom felt thick enough to swallow, smelling of salt, skin, and the sharp electricity of a long-awaited collision. Willoughby lay pinned to the mattress, but he hardly felt like the one without control. His head was pushed back into the pillows, his throat bared and pulsing, while his eyes remained fixed on Kyle with a look that was equal parts adoration and hungering greed.

Watching Kyle move above him was a form of exquisite torture. He loved the way Kyle looked when he was coming undone. The way his head tipped back, the frantic tension in his shoulders. The distance, unfortunately, was becoming painfully unbearable. Will didn't just want to participate; he wanted to direct every nerve ending in Kyle's body. "Kyle," Willoughby groaned, the name sounding like a prayer and a threat. "Fuck, stop."

His large, calloused hands left the sheets. They moved with a sudden, decisive speed. He didn't just touch; he seized. His fingers sank into the plush skin of Kyle's waist, his grip so fierce it forced a startled gasp from the man above him. The dominance was immediate — a silent assertion that the tempo was no longer Kyle's to decide.

With a slow pressure, Willoughby pulled Kyle down, forcing their chests to flush together until he could feel the frantic thud of Kyle's heart against his own ribs. He shifted his weight, his powerful thighs tensing as he began to drive upward with a rolling rhythm. It wasn't the same as Kyle's frantic pace; it was something much more calculated and agonizingly deep. "You're shakin'," Will murmured against the sensitive skin of Kyle's jaw. He bit down softly on the shell of Kyle's ear, his voice dropping to a possessive silk. "That's it, baby. Let me take the weight. Just feel what I'm doin' to you."

He slid one hand from Kyle's hip, the friction of palm against sweat-slicked skin sparking heat, and wound his fingers tightly into the hair at the base of Kyle's skull. He used the leverage to tilt Kyle's head back, exposing that elegant line of his throat. Will's other hand remained anchored on Kyle's hip, his thumb digging into the dip of his waist to keep him perfectly aligned, ensuring every movement was maximized for the most friction, the most sensation.

The softness in Willoughby emerged in the way he looked at Kyle — an expression of raw, horrifying vulnerability underlying the control. He reached up, his thumb racing over Kyle's bottom lip, pulling it down to witness the quiet whimpers escaping him. "Look at me when I break you," Will commanded, his hips snapping upward in a punishing motion. "Wanna see every bit of this. Wanna see you realize you ain't going anywhere until I've wrecked you."

👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me 🚿 to join my muse in the shower or 🛁 to join them in the bathtub. Please specify muse if interacting with a multi muse. | shower for @deathsfollow with kirk !

Sookie Stackhouse had eyes — eyes and a very active libido that hadn't been satiated in quite some time. She had been putting it off for several of weeks now because she didn't know if she was ready to take that step with him. If you had asked her if she wanted to have sex with him at any point during that first week when they were getting to know each other, despite the promise of a marriage, she would have said no. She had clearly warned him that she was stubborn and continued to fume for days about the arrangement, though most of it was aimed at her father after she and Kirk cleared the air.

Her fiancé was too damn handsome for his own good and keeping him at arms length sexually had been a growing challenge for her. He was patient though, she'd give him credit for that, but he was also very teasing. Sookie knew darn well that he left the bathroom door cracked open on purpose so that she would find him in the shower, steam thick and hot in the air. A week ago she would have scurried past the door and hid out in the bedroom until he finished up, but this time she was curious . . . and kind of aroused at the idea of him.

She could feel her heart jumping in her throat as her bare feet quietly padded across the tile floor of the bathroom, seeing his silhouette through the steamy glass shower door. She realized that her hand was trembling with nervousness as she reached out to open it. Once the door opened, her brown eyes shamelessly took in the sight of his naked form, feeling the heat between her legs immediately. Sookie wasted no more time in shrugging out of her bathrobe, soft cotton pooling around her ankles before she joined him inside.

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | @beautifulxdissonance

The movie played in black and white, old voices distorted and grainy. Stefan wasn't watching. Though he stared at the screen he didn't see it, and instead saw a century and a half of memories flicking through his mind. Some memories he wanted to hang onto, and some memories he longed to forget.

He felt the presence beside him without having to look, though he was drawn out of his thoughts and back to the present. Out of the corner of his eye he saw long black hair and slate grey eyes, a nice suit. Byakuya Kuchiki.

☆ PINTEREST INSPIRED MEME PART TWO | all i have left is anger. | @scarsmasked​

@rivalrus​ said: # dealer's choice spots to kiss meme - accepting.

      19. The house is silent -- eerily so in the wake of the near disaster that had occurred. Bloody footsteps trailed all across her brand new carpet leading in a frantic line to the still body that now lay centered in the circle of fabric. It’s poetic, really. Throat ripped out, eyes staring unseeing up at the ceiling. Straight out of a horror film, the bad end kind. Bee was almost rooting for the guy by the end -- almost. 

      Steps measured and loud in the quiet of the room, Bee’s eyes never left the poor bastard as she came to stand behind the other who’d doled out that finishing blow. Her eyes were soft and lips quirked in amusement as she oh-so casually pressed the entirety of her weight into his back. Hugging Jerry right from behind. Palms spread out across his chest, Bee hooked her chin over his shoulder to stare down at the corpse -- a faint hum leaving her. 

      “ You sure know how to pick them, pard’ner. That was a wild fucking ride, ” came the snort of amusement, nails digging in just so to the firm surface of the vampire’s torso, “ Even I had a moment of ‘oh god don’t kill me’ at the end. The snake jaw unhinging really did it for me. ” Cocking her head just enough as she pushed herself to her tip toes, Bee let her lips trail lightly along his neck in a butterfly kiss. Lingering. Directly over stray blood from that frenzy. Until she pressed in just enough to nip hard at the skin and pull back -- licking the blood from her lips with a dull smack. 

HE’S CURIOUS, & HE SHOWS IT WITH PURPOSE.     there isn’t a second thought to his actions. he pointedly offers her that same old look of intrigue. it makes her feel important, like she’s captured the attention of the least attainable boy in school. or so he’d like to perceive. tony was always the type to play into his own narrative. while his adaptability & intelligence aided in his manipulative compulsions, there was always an air of arrogance in his persona that almost screamed this isn’t who i really am.

as if by instinct he dismisses the idea. outwardly at the very least. inside he’s fumbling, quietly wishing to go with the girl he harbored feelings beyond sexual depravity for. his facial expression however told a different story. it showed a boy who was interested in a girl, but only to a point. it implied that his affection wasn’t free, nor was it limitless. it would serve to withhold both parties from crossing a line that could get either of them hurt. tony could easily forgive himself for such a choice because it was who he was, & while it worsened the natural high of self servitude he almost felt more self respect in knowing she would also be protected by this unspoken rule.

their exchanges didn’t lack emotion because of these kinds of choices. quite the opposite actually. their drive towards one another often held so much pent up frustration & attraction they didn’t know what to do. on one hand a quick shag & a messy entanglement sounded just like the tony stonem his friends loathed loved. on the other, when he imagined what it’d be like to fall into that particular web he got the same sick feeling as when he approached a roller coaster. excitement, fear, euphoria, the deeper, much darker fear that once it was over he’d lose that feeling forever. tony wasn’t about to go & get himself hooked on another thing he couldn’t control. even if that freedom was exactly what made the object of his desire so appealing.