#( isaac musings. )

[fagtainsparklez]

What in the world is happening on twitter

zack scott’s been doing this bit since mario wonder came out where he commissions artists to recreate their daisy artworks of her as her elephant form, but for some reason he’s gained insane traction over it for the past like week??? so artists have been putting fucking. bait traps out for him to commission them

these are two of my personal favorites bc there’s absolutely no attempt to hide it. they are putting daisies under a shoebox propped up on sticks for this man. and it’s working

[plaidos]

Isaac (from the binding of) is one of the most transfem coded fictional characters ever made

[remnantsouls]

" Behold the newest innovation in personal defense~!"

[not-a-e-not]

If I ever think like I have the worst luck, I always recall Oscar Isaac who probably drew the short straw or lost a bet or smth to end up delivering THAT line in a world famous multimillion franchise

And I feel a little bit better

[kaitlinamberxo]

“For half of my childhood I was locked in a freezer, so being helpful is kind of a new thing for me.” “Are we still milking that?” “Yeah, we're still milking that.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 66/100: Isaac Lahey

[muses-inn]

Casually trying to make a list of muses that actually enjoy their Birthdays here made me realize that all of my muses either don't give a single fuck about their Birthday, hate it or don't celebrate it to begin with... x"D

Don't celebrate it because they don't really care - Isaac (05.06.)

Don't celebrate it because they hate it - Carver (21.04.) - Shredder (13.11.)

Don't celebrate it for cultural reasons - Krang - Bishop - Grum - Ania - Quark

??? - Carrion (doesn't celebrate, but always accepts offerings) - Murderbot (doesn't want it, definitely hates the idea of it)

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

So, Imagine Just Imagine....🙌🏾

End of Casltevania. Isaac just got done defeating crazy ass Carmilla, and then he goes talks to Hector, they settle things, and then comes his famous line, "I'm going to live..." we get the little grin, he's happy we happy and, cut! But wait. What happens after that? What does I'm going to live Isaac look like? Well I'll tell you. His journey is not over. Nor is his wonderful character development. New villain's, new challenge, new lessons! So the story would open waaaaaaaay in the future, in the year 3079.

Despite her trembling hands from the forceful impact with a glass container, Tangie entered the coordinates for a random dimension as Malik battled against Amina’s vampire soldiers. From his pistol, he fired a shot; plasma seared the vacuum. With swift, powerful strides, Imran moved forward. He dodged the shots with impossible grace. Malik reached Tangie as Imran knocked him to the ground. Boot pressed down on his chest, causing a grunt of pain to emerge from the man. 

“Got ya, Kitty Kitty.”

Malik gritted his teeth. He recited words and cast a glance in Tangie’s direction. The stone on the necklace he’d given her grew in light. The surrounding space inside the ship dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and swirling energy. Amina screeched in fury as the dimensional gate opened. Tangie stretched out her hand for Malik as she pulled into the vortex, leaving behind the shattered remains of the lab and Amina’s terrifying hunters closing in. 

Amina rushed, stooping with strength and speed to grab Malik from under Imran’s foothold. Hand around his throat, she rammed him into the nearest wall, creating a heavy cracking in the foundation. Her claws ripped through his shirt and crashed through his flesh. Malik cried out as blood sprang from his mouth and ran down his neck to soak his collar.

“Amina,” he gasped, his voice raspy and faint. “Get on with it. Kill me already.” 

“But death is too good for you,” she hissed, pushing her claws deeper. 

Malik’s hand pulled at her sleeve, to no avail as a whimper escaped him. “What then?” He said, his voice unwavering. 

“What would be good for you?”

She moved closer, her breath ghosting across his face. He flinched, but didn’t pull away. Amina smiled, a cruel, predatory smile. Her fangs lengthened. 

“You are a betrayer Malik. A Liar. You led me to believe there was some hope in your kind. Perhaps it comes with your humanity, such weakness. So, I will offer you something.” 

Malik’s face showed a flicker of fear. Genuine fear. He struggled, eyes wide with horror, but too late. Amina’s grip was firm. She seized his head and plunged her fangs into his neck. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the ship. 

With a shift in his bones, tightening skin, and sharpened vision, the world exploded into a frenzy of new sensations. The heat of Amina’s touch, the scent of her power, this new overwhelming thirst. 

The transformation was a slow torment, drowned out by the control. Until finally over. Malik collapsed, gasping, his eyes now glowing with the same ruby light as hers. Amina knelt beside him, her hand caressing his cheek. Malik flinched away, disgust warring with the nascent hunger that now clawed at him. 

“What do you think you’ve accomplished?” Malik shuttered.

His once warm sun kissed complexion had left, replaced by a colder working flesh that paled to the former. New fangs, still unfamiliar.

“A vampire. Really Amina. Now I can’t die. So, all you’ve done is make me immortal. How does this help you?”

Malik looked at her. His gaze filled with a mixture of hatred, despair, and something that made Amina’s lips curl into a triumphant smile. He was now bound to her. Not just by blood. Soon it would be devotion. 

Her fangs were still coated with his metallic tang and kissed a place on his forehead. 

“No. You cannot die,” she hummed. “Least by regular standards, anyway.”

Malik’s eyes narrowed and Amina’s smile only grew more haunting. 

“You can experience pain, however. And so you will. Oh, you will, until you give me what I want. Your lovely little wife is on borrowed time, I’m afraid. Depends how much you plan to endure to keep her hidden. I’m confident that it won’t be long before you lead us right to her. That I can promise you, Malik.” 

Tangie materialized in a blanket of endless twilight, as she floated adrift currents of space and time.

“Malik! Tell me what the hell is going on. Why are they after us? Who are they? What do they want?” 

“No us. Me.” 

“Why? tell me. What’s happening?” 

The air sang with an unfamiliar energy. She was alive, but stranded in a dimension she knew nothing about. 

“I’m sorry Tange. Just know, no matter what you may discover. I love you. Wanted that life we always talked about. I wanted him.” 

The last of their conversation faded from her mind. The last words he’d said. Once they were silenced, fear replaced them. Then the rain. That was at least familiar. What hadn’t been were the eyes! Red glowing eyes as if the gates of the underworld had blown open! So many. They came closer and closer, filling the wet darkness. Creatures drown by the energy surge of her arrival.

With a push of her large frames, Tangie embraced the fear that swallowed her. She couldn’t move. Not even enough to give herself a fighting chance of escape. But escape to where? Instead, she screamed, threatened, and finally pleaded for her life. Her cries didn’t stop the eyes from watching. Coming and never ceasing. Pretty soon her own had shut, and her worries turned off. 

Somewhere nearby the rain hammered against the ancient stone, a relentless drumming that echoed the recent battles. Inside, Isaac stood by a vast arched window, his silhouette stark against the gray sky. He traced the cool glass with a calloused finger, the gesture oddly gentle against the backdrop of his brutal victory. 

The castle. A prize claimed only three months before. Memory still clung to the air like the damp chill seeping from the stone walls. He took a deep breath, the scent of ozone and dust mingling with the faint, musty order of old tapestries. This imposing fortress, sprawling lands, the power held within these walls, all his. 

The rain intensified, turning stained glass windows into blurry abstract art. Isaac crossed the bed chamber, his boots echoing on the flagstones. The room held what remained of Carmilla’s life. A stark reflection of her fragmented reign. 

A shift. The rain seemed to abate. A silver moon peeked through the clouds, casting a pale, ethereal light on the scene. Isaac closed his eyes, letting the silence of the castle settle around him. The rain continued to fall, a steady melancholic rhythm.

Perhaps, he thought, genuine victory wasn’t about taking the castle, but about building a future.

“Isaac.”

When he heard his name through the padding, he waited. Then came a short sigh as he raised his head. 

“Yes.”

“He has returned from the border.”

“Has he?” 

“Not alone,” Fly Eyes added.

The Forge Master averted his gaze. Abel stood before him, wings spread out on each side like those of a bat, ready to take flight. In its arms, it carried the unconscious Tangie. Blushing red stripes decorated places on her blouse, indicating the severity of hidden wounds. 

Isaac lifted one of his eyebrows. 

“A human.”

“Yessss.” 

“How strange. The amulet on the necklace. It appears to hold a very peculiar glow. Magic perhaps?”

“Can we eat her?” Asked Fly Eyes.

Isaac grinned and shook his head. 

“No. This one is not for eating. Nor will she be used for forgings. She is still alive. Her chest. It rises and falls. Whatever her journey, it has tired her.”

“Ahhhh. So what is to become of this human then?” 

“That has yet to be determined. Come Abel. See to it that the woman is made comfortable in my quarters and brought a fresh change of clothes. I shall have questions when she awakens.” 

He cast one more glance at the amulet. 

The war was over, thought Isaac, but the real battle had just begun.

[dcrkcrwns]

✧˚ · . this is who i'd cast for teen wolf if it came out today

↳ michael cimino as scott mccall

↳ anthony turpel as stiles stilinski

↳ brandon larracuente as derek hale

↳ tanner buchanan as isaac lahey

↳ zack nelson as jackson whittemore

↳ alex aiono as danny mahealani

↳ kedar williams-stirling as vernon boyd

↳ patrick wilson as sheriff noah stilinski

↳ chris evans as peter hale

↳ pedro pascal as chris argent

the alpha pack

↳ frank grillo as deucalion

↳ rainer dawn as ethan

↳ rainer dawn as aiden

↳ joe manganiello as ennis

[goldenthreadstories]

@gamethecry with a continuation!

And in that vice hug from his friend, the dam doth break. And Mark for the first time in what felt to him like a lifetime, was he crying. The overwhelming happiness of finding one of his friends alive and well, it got to him.

There was also the pit of guilt and dread of having to inform the other possibly about AJ. Well actually it was the fact he would have to inform him about AJ if he had plans to come back with him to find Dodger and Enis.

But for right now, Mark is holding onto Matt as if he let go he might just disappear or wake up and this all be a dream. He does pull back when Matt does however, face wet with tears - the other's shirt a little where he might have buried his head against the other's shoulder for a moment.

He uses the back of his left hand to rub at his face, keeping his right on Matt's arm now. God this was real he was here, he was okay...and alone. Oh god now his mind was racing about what could have happened to..

Thought was stopped in his track when he saw that Matt was crying a little too, all he wanted in that moment was to pull him into a big hug himself but for the moment he hasn't smiling a little himself.

"It's real good to see you too...Really."

He paused and a shaky sigh came from Mark as he did let his hand on Matt's arm slip. He bit his lip just slightly now. He wasn't sure how to answer that but he would do his best.

"I..uh kinda got lost from the two people I'm with. Dodger and uh another guy we've met along our way. I wouldn't exactly say I lead them very well though.."

He did his best to keep them safe, sensible and sometimes he might be a bit too much of a protector due to things that had happened on day one of this whole mess.

"How did you end up here though? Did...Did you want to come with me and find who I'm with...?"

[fagtainsparklez]

oh dear mutual icarus apollos boyfriend . what mods do you suggest for binding of isaac...... been playing a Lot since i got it recently..

i only really use quality of life mods! here are some i'd recommend (+ 1 non-really quality of life but i love her too much) do note that none of them work with the new repentance+ DLC

external item descriptions is like. THE biggest mod for any isaac player. it gives descriptions for every passive/active/card/trinket/etc. cannot recommend enough. most of the other mods i have are personal preference but this one is what most people agree on being universally good

unintrusive pause menu

planetarium chance

boss rush wave counter

enhanced boss bars

instant fires and poops

coming down: stomps and watch out, laser!

regret pedestals (i THINK this one also has some stuff u can edit in mod config menu)

time machine makes it easier to use things like beggars and slot machines. major time saver

there's no rush is my one mod that i'd argue isn't FULLY quality of life bc it makes it so there's no longer a timer for boss rush/hush but. idc!!! i like minmaxing and timers stress me out

[remnantsouls]

" Does Shakespeare count as a twink?"

[wystiix]

sighs

newton i genuinely hope you explode. i hate you, i really do. you and your nonexistent british hairline can kiss my ass. i don't give a shit about your laws holy shit why why why why why why i hate europe too because WHY was this knowledge revolutionary in the 1600s. i hate drawing freebody diagrams. i hate kinematics. i hate graphs. i hate anything related to gravity. i hate formulas. i hate friction. i hate motion. oh my god whenever i see his portrait i wanna punch him in the face. i hate everything i hate the british i hate newton. i could be sleeping in my bed right now all tucked and cozy but NOOOOO I'M UP HERE ON MY DESK STUDYING FOR MY PHYSICS EXAM THAT STARTS AT 8:20 IN THE FUCKING MORNING.

[redhatmeg]

Dead Sapce AU where instead of Isaac Clarke, it's Dell Conagher that goes into Ishimura.

[muses-inn]

By the way

5. June is Isaac's Birthday. Like this if you want a little starter related to his B-Day, or feel free to just send him something ^^/

[ofruinedgrace]

You hadn’t thought about anything except holding Orion in your arms since the moment that jail cell slammed shut behind you. The finality of that echoing crash rang in your ears for weeks. There were moments—brief, fleeting—when you managed to dull the ache in your chest without him, but they were rare. Mostly, they came with the full moon, when distraction replaced the quiet and the loneliness didn’t get the chance to creep in.

Los Angeles felt like a chance. A real one. An opportunity not caged by iron bars or bad choices. “A new life,” you whispered to yourself as you walked the streets, eyes scanning every building, half-expecting him to step out of one and end the search you’d been running on desperation and hope. “A new start.”

[rezidualsa]

“     what     are     you     so     pissed     for     ?     you     said     you     were     done     with     him     anyway     .     i     just     made     sure     he     knows     that     you're     over     him     .     relax     ,     you're     barely     even     my     type     .     ”