#AND FORBIDDEN YAOI

[monowisp]

Read The Death Prince by @ollylotl aka lackoffunction on ao3 its rlly good

[400luxxxxxxx]

toxic doomed old man yaoi

shakespeare if he was woke

Iago: God forsake that doltish, doltish man! That he believeth each word to drop from mine own lips as though ‘twere holy writ, blindeth himself in his conceit... God save us all if that moor hadst remain’d powerful as he once was. Was! ‘Tis ever so sweet to speak of him in the past. My hatred for the man doth outlast his brief, fool’s life. Ay, good riddance I say, good riddance. It gives me somewhat to dwell upon, rather than mine own blood seepeth o’er my clothes – and yet, whilst I am so bruised and beaten, the thought dost creep o’er my mind, that I am glad Othello saw me not in such estate... good riddance, I say! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, loyal or nay! I stand triumphant, as I ever was, whilst they both do rot in the ground, many a pace betwixt them. Never have I known a fate more satisfying. If he were to cast me aside, then let him have naught by his side. Yet the question I can but ask myself still, is why doth mine heart ache so? The moor is dead by none but his own doing. Blind was he to mine own worth, casting me off like so. Say not mine hand was unforced. So why doth I ache so?

Were he alive, would he rue it? The fool, to end his own life... could he not be a man? Othello, thou art a fool if thou hear’st me now! By what reason or wit didst thou wed that woman? Did she know thee better than I? Did she know thee more deeply? Doth her devotion put mine years of loyalty to shame? I-

Ay, see me now! Pacing and railing against the walls of this accurs’d cell like a craz’d wretch. Nay, Othello, thou art not here. Good riddance to thee. Thou art dead, I am alive; thus I am the victor.

Yet it doth feel less noble than I had dreamt. There is no crowd to applaud me within these walls. In mine heart there smoulders a fire, yet beneath it lies an emptiness naught can fill. My hunger should have been sated the moment that blade pierc’d his belly, yet instead tis growing more keen as each day doth pass. And without him. Yet pass they do.

Nay, good riddance, The days pass as e’er they did, yet the man who wronged me doth not see their passage – that alone is reason for celebration. Were I free this moment, mayhap I’d travel to the nearest tavern and there proclaim my triumph to all ‘til my voice grew hoarse.

Yet, even as I say it, I dread that the instant I entered, the name “Othello” would lie presuppos’d on my tongue. Oh, heavens, whom do I seek to deceive? There is none but myself here. His name, which stirr’d naught but anger in my heart, used to do the opposite. Speak on, I shall not, for if there aught left to grip save mine hand upon mine wind, it is my dignity. These walls, they crack and whisper – I should know, for I have stood long upon the other side of them. For Othello’s sake, no less.

The fate he met, ‘twas by his own hand wrought. Cassio, his choice? That lecherous, fawning knave? Were I in Othello’s stead, I’d have cast off this mortal coil the moment such a decision was made. And yet, as he hearken’d to mine own supposed crimes, ere he did end his life in such selfish haste, I find myself longing that his reddened face and rueful eye had been set alight for another cause. Mayhaps a more selfish one. That red, perchance warm’d by mine lips upon his.

God, save me! Let some gaoler enter this cell and thrash me senseless for thinking thus, and let mine head be dash’d upon the cold stone floor for that I would not repent.

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translated version for stupid harlots

Iago:

God forsake that stupid, stupid man! Believing every word to come out my mouth like it is the scripture itself, blinding himself with his own ego... god save us all if he was to remain as powerful as he was. Was – it’s ever so satisfying to speak of him in past tense now. My hate  for the man lives longer than he ever did. Good riddance, I say, good riddance. It gives me something to occupy myself with, rather than the way my own blood drips onto my clothes – while I’m beaten, the thought can’t help but enter my mind that I’m glad Othello never saw me like this... good riddance! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, faithful or not! I remain triumphant as always while they both rot in the ground, metres apart forever. I’ve never heard of a more satisfying fate. If he was to choose to not have me by his side, then he will have no one. The question, however, that I can’t help but ask myself, is why do I still ache? That idiot is dead because of no one’s fault but his own. He failed to recognise my worthiness, pushed me to the side like some sort of wingman, you cannot say my hand was not forced. So why do I ache like so?

If he was alive still, would he regret it? The fool, ending his own life like that... be a man! Othello, you moron, if you by any chance of the heavens can hear me now, you are a fool! Why in any sense of sanity you still held onto would you marry that woman? Did she know you better than I? Did she understand you more deeply than I? Did she stay by your side for god knows how long that put my years of loyalty to shame? I-

Look at me now. Pacing and yelling to the walls of this damned grey cell like some sort of deluded psychotic. No, Othello, you are not here. Good riddance. You are dead and I am alive, and  therefore I am the victor.

It feels less admirable than I had imagined it to feel.

There is no applause in this cell for me. There is a fire burning in my heart but just below it, my stomach is empty as it’ll ever be. My appetite should’ve been quenched the second that knife entered his belly but for some reason it’s getting worse as the days pass. Without him, they pass.

No, good riddance. The days pass as they always did and this time a man who has wronged me is not here to see it – that, in my books, is a cause for celebration. Why, if I was freed right now maybe I’d even go for a trip to the nearest tavern, and brag about my winnings to everyone I can see until my throat is raw.

However, and I truly may hate myself for this, I fear the second I storm in there and open my mouth to speak, the name “Othello” would already be presumed to be on my tongue. Oh, who am I to fool. There is no one here but me. Where his name, when spoken to me, now provokes ire and anger, it did so used to do the opposite. Speak on, I will not, for if there is one thing that I wish to hold on to other than my hand to my bleeding wound it is my dignity. These cracking cell walls, they speak. I should know; I’ve been on the other side of them for the majority of my time here. For Othello’s sake, nonetheless.

The fate he had he brought it on himself. Cassio was his choice? That good for nothing womanizer? If I were Othello I’d have killed myself the second that god-awful decision was made.

And yet, as he was told of my crimes, before he did end his own life so selfishly, I can’t help but wish the red in his face and the regret in his eyes could’ve been for a different reason. The flush of his face, maybe accompanied with my lips on his.

God, spare me! Let someone back into my cell to beat my wounds raw for thinking such a thing, and let my skull be cracked open on the cold, concrete floor for not wanting to take it back.

[mimenoises]

Doodle I made last night

[goooooooody]

𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

[gloomingstar]

[spidehpig]

i love that raphael is so self absorbed tbh. i mean he just displays the most egregious case of narcissism you’ve ever seen. narcissism so bad he completely lacks any sense of self awareness & quite literally deludes himself with his own ridiculous fantasies of grandeur & power

it’s pathetic really… i’m so obsessed with him lmao. like genuinely what has him convinced he could usurp asmodeus if he had the crown of karsus. that shit was collecting dust in his daddy’s vault for centuries… mephistopheles is quite literally asmodeus’ biggest hater

he’s been plotting & scheming for millennia to overthrow him & he has failed miserably every single time. & im sorry i will acknowledge that raphael is very smart & powerful i mean he’s done enough to make his father send him a little spy/distraction unlike hes treated his other offspring

literally just devoured them bc he hated them lmao. so like yeah raphael is kinda an it girl, he’s got the 2nd most powerful devil of the hells keeping a little side eye on him just in case. but i still think he’s utterly insane if he thinks the crown of karsus is enough to make the hells bend to his knees. i do think it’d be enough for him overthrow zarial & become archdevil of the 1st (i could go on a whole side tangent about how that’s literally only bc mephistopheles wants that to happen bc now he controls 2 layers of hell, one by proxy or his son who quit frankly cannot deny him or else he be devoured. anyways what i was saying is dispater is old as fuck and has been there done that. i really don’t think crown of karsus raphael would be a threat to him at all. don’t even get me STARTED on mammon 💀

like alright sure let’s pretend he conquered the 1st and 2nd. i’m sorry but he’s not getting the 3rd lol. mammon is THAT BITCH and has been around since like fucking forever lol. he quite literally lets his team warlocks open portals to other archdevils domains to steal from them. that devil does not give a FUCKKKKKK 😭😭 he literally was like yeah what the fuck sure you can open a portal to mephistopheles’ vaults in cania so the dead three can steal from him idgaf he can send me a strongly worded email if he has a problem with it 🙄

side note, literally so fucking funny that durge and gortash pulled that shit off bc helsik is literally like yeah sorry homie i actually can’t get you into the 8th layer anymore bc they tightened up security after getting robbed blind 😔

[eternal-yaoi-expert-demon-lover]

”nooo critter you can’t draw the demon being calm and content and GAY he literally would never do that what is wrong with you???”

me off of my tenth demon yaoi this night: demolin,, demoon,….. ,aoi y de., demon.. yaoi,,,, (falls over)

Don’t worry guys I will draw the demon eating p3’s spine or something later

[autist1cm3ss]

I love you, House promo posters

[cloudi-days]

and what if i said wolfbard

[grenadesandglory]

[mayakern]

realized my wife didn’t shut our door all the way when they left for work so then i spent 40m panic searching for their cat both inside and outside. luckily my wife came home and found him in the backyard with another cat (he’s fixed so it’s fine). he was hiding from me bc he was fucking. i’m so angry.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Playing KCD 2:

Me as Henry, closely after the falling out with Hans, but because of Tumblr knowing exactly what can happen: "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm going to fuck this prat."

The catchpole: "Wait, you don't have to-"

Me, as Henry: "Oh, no, I will."

[ren-rambles-often]

Is this getting animated this season or do I just go cry into my pillow?!?

Bro clocked their asses immediately lmaoooo

[8ayaursillyfriend]

OFFICER HAMTOTO AND DETECTIVE CATRON!!!!!!

[harryinramshackle]

Feeling REALLY down (expecting my period WHOAAAAA/neg) I needed some simple fluff with him

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[aspendrowsiness]

My Little Amber: ヒズ・リトル・アンバー

Genji making the move is EVERYTHINGG