#and i'm glad you are alive

[iwakuraz]

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[finnsrightarm]

"I think the reason I don't want a new look is because I'm finally happy with who I see in the mirror right now. So what ever I put on, I just want to be able to see the same me looking back."

reposting the animatic i made for that one contest bc of the quality

[sashayed]

For Nicklas Bäckström, it became extra emotional when he walked over to Ovetchkin's wife Nastya in her box, and the greatness of the moment sank in. – I just hugged her. Then it let go. It was the same as when I saw Ovi here. I was very teary-eyed. It was very special. I've known him for a long time. I've known his family for a long time…, says Bäckström and gets teary-eyed again. You got a kiss from him here, and it was a bit of a beer shower. How has it been here? – Yes, exactly. I'll probably get a kiss on the mouth later tonight too, laughs Bäckström, who was then asked if it would be as wild a celebration as after the Stanley Cup victory in 2018. That celebration became almost even more famous than the victory itself. – Haha, yes, you can come with me to DC and we'll party a little. [Google Translate]

[syn0vial]

apparently if you don't kill cazador, there's an epilogue where the gur rip out cazador's tongue and let astarion murder the shit out of him. and i think that's beautiful ❤️

[tiny-sugar-dove]

IHweek2025 (D7: Family Outing~)

[librarydilf]

[phantombegruvia]

SFTH MURDER MYSTERY - PART 5 [ESMERALDA POV]

MASTERPOST

*CW for talk of death and death

[WAYNE MANOR DRAWING ROOM - 17:15]

Esmeralda should really ignore how delicious the blood smells, but she couldn't stop her mouth from watering. She's always wanted to try blood from the Roman Empire; she imagined it would taste pure, untainted by time.

But she couldn't possibly just drink the blood in front of the others, it would make her look suspicious. Her powers would make her look suspicious too, but she found she couldn't access them. She had no idea why.

“Ethel, get away,” Rumpled sounded like an exasperated father, though Ethel seemed to be way older than he was.

“Yeah, it's a crime scene-” Tarquin started before his eyes widened, “we should call the police, somebody call the police.”

“Oh, I will!” Tracey exclaimed, before making her way to the phone, she dialled 999, “ah, they didn't answer.”

“Emergency services didn't answer?” Helter was shocked, “aren't they supposed to always answer? In case there's.. you know, an emergency? Which there definitely is.” He was spiralling.

So was John Jacob and Derek, both of them hyperventilating. Derek kept muttering something about his fiancé, and how much he wanted to go back to him. John Jacob kept chanting about ‘his angel’.

Esmeralda wished she could help them calm down, but without her powers she was limited in what she could do.

Poppy hesitantly took a place beside Tracey next to the phone, and she tried it too. But she was met with the same result, “it didn't even start ringing.” Esmeralda could tell she was panicking, too, just as much as Derek and John, but she was better at hiding it.

“Esmeralda?”

She hummed as she turned, Amanda was fidgeting slightly as she talked.

“I couldn't help but notice that you kept staring at er, Juliet, and I was wondering if you were okay?”

Esmeralda offered her best smile, of course she was okay. She was staring because the smell and the sight of the blood made her hungry, and if she was hungry then she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was a bit of a cycle, really. She leaned against the fireplace, accidentally knocking one of the two pure gold candlesticks.

“I'm fine, Amanda,” she noticed how Amanda's face changed colour when she said her name, “are you? This can't be a comfortable sight for you, I'm sure.”

And, truthfully, it can't be a comfortable sight for any of the others. A young girl, who couldn't have been older than twenty-five, killed by a wine glass; the sight a visual mockery of stereotypical lifestyle of the upper class Romans. Not to mention the three bodies from earlier; one killed in front of them - the boy, barely twelve.

“Uh- yeah,” Amanda's smile was strained.

“So,” Margaery’s voice was loud, she wanted attention from the group, and she got it, “this was definitely a murder, too.”

Rumpled hummed and nodded, “but, is this one done by the Wayne murderers too?”

“Following the facts,” Esmeralda spoke up, “it seems to be that way. And, unless there's somebody else here in the mansion we have yet to meet, the murderer, and not to sound cliché,” she winked at Amanda, “is in this room.”

Ethel giggled, quite menacingly, “you did sound cliché!”

Esmeralda rolled her eyes, she heard some other people's groans.

“So,” Derek gulped, “we could all die here?” He curled in on himself on the sofa he and John were sitting on, “but I never even got to say goodbye to Titch. What would he think? Would he even find out that-”

Margaery was quick to rush to his side, “you aren't going to die here, Gangles. Nobody else is going to die, you'll get back to Titch and your farm. And, everyone else will go back to their homes.”

“What about us that we took out of our times?” John said, “will Angelina ever know if I died? Hell, will somebody be told of Juliet's death?”

“We don't even know if Juliet had anyone back home,” Rumpled sighed, “but I agree with Margaery, nobody else is going to die. Not on my watch.”

part 4 << part 5 >> part 6 MASTERPOST

[revvethasmythh]

It was SO worth it to put in the work to keep Barcus alive so I could see the end of his storyline

[amazingdeadfish]

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[taylorsabrina]

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO THEM AND THEM ONLY.

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Set Tokuten Short Stories ☽ Ayato ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD ステラワース全巻連動購入特典ショートストーリ English translation by @otomehonyaku Scans can be found here (courtesy of @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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SUMMARY | This short story provides a slice of Ayato and Yui's daily life after the events of More,Blood. Yui tells off Ayato when he asks her to prepare takoyaki for him, so he resolves to make it himself out of spite. Chaos ensues...

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Please do not reuse or repost my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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“Tch… this is harder than I thought…”

As soon as I’d spat out the words, smoke started rising from the searing hot teppan (1) in front of me.

“It’s burning…?! Shit! How’d that happen?!”

I went over to the sink, getting increasingly irritated, and turned on the tap to fill a nearby cup with water. By that point, smoke was billowing up from the steel plate. It was then, when I reached over to throw the water onto the pan, that…

“Ayato! Stop, you shouldn’t do that!”

“The fuck?!”

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re the one who told me to make it myself, right?! Right?” I threatened, looming over her. Her lip quivered while she apologised, her voice small.  

It had all started a mere ten minutes ago.

I’d just been craving takoyaki before bed. I woke up Pancake, who’d already been fast asleep, and pestered her to make it for me. However, of all the things she could’ve done, she flat-out told me I should be able to make such a simple dish myself.

Well, she ain’t wrong, I’d briefly thought—and yet her blunt statement had really pissed me off. It made me want to put her in her place. 

Then, another thought suddenly occurred to me. I wanted to prove to her that I could, in fact, make takoyaki myself.

And so, in a petty attempt at retaliation, I’d decided to actually prepare the takoyaki on my own. But to think the same person who told me to do so would still be poking her nose into my business…

“I��m sorry, I think I should make the takoyaki after all.” 

“What?!”

Pancake sounded exasperated when she reached over to take the metal skewers from my hands and stood in front of the takoyaki machine.

“The fuck’re you doin’? Then why’d you tell me to make it myself?! Besides, they’re almost done already, so…” I grumbled while Pancake narrowed her eyes at me from over her shoulder.

“...I thought you would repetitively refuse to make it yourself, so…”

“What?”

“So I’d figured you’d go to great lengths to make me do it!” she said, somehow quite angrily.

“So what, huh? I tried to make you do it but you didn’t in the end. Why’re you yappin’ like it’s not in your favour?”

“...Come on! It’s… because… I wanted you to ask me, Ayato…”

“Huh?”

“Well… I felt a bit irritated because you woke me up out of the blue, but… you know, I actually find it… kind of… cute when you come to me asking to prepare takoyaki for you, Ayato…” Pancake’s face turned bright red—all the way to her ears—when she said it.

“W-what’s… cute…? The fuck?! Are you out of your mind?” My voice almost betrayed me.

“I’m not! Come on, Ayato…! Why did you choose to actually make it yourself this time…?” Pancake mumbled, skillfully turning over the takoyaki. 

I’d thought the takoyaki had been burning, but it turned out not to be so bad after all.

What she said made me feel like I had been a bit unreasonable. I swallowed hard. 

“Uh… anyway! I’m always fine with making takoyaki for you, okay…?!”

“Ugh… I-I don’t understand you, woman!” I retorted. 

In all honesty, I just didn’t know how to deal with being thrown off-balance this way. 

The takoyaki turned out to be… so bad that they were inedible. I must’ve messed up the ingredients somehow. In the end, it seemed like there was no other way than to let Pancake make takoyaki for me from now on, no matter how much she got on my nerves.

Well, I guessed it couldn’t be helped.

Still, though… the next time she calls me cute, I’ll drain her to the last drop!

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(1) 鉄板（てっぱん）: A teppan is a steel plate, usually in the middle of a table, on which dishes are either prepared by a chef (in a teppanyaki restaurant) or by yourself (in good company!)

[r-aindr0p]

Re watching Slayers directly from season 2 because Xellos my beloved I couldn't wait 26 episodes before seeing him (although I really like Rezo from s1 too) And I don't recall posting this art at all here ??? It's maybe 1 year and a half ?? old now?? (feb 2022) but I still like it so I'll drop it here.

Redraw from a screencap of Xellos fighting Valgaav in s3 (second favorite season after s2 it was an entertaining season and I'll die on that hill I even cried at the end)

[valhallavalgrace]

Leo, what has been your favorite “to-the-death” activity thus far? I feel there has to be a workshop-to-the-death somewhere in that hotel.

LEO: I think maybe Magnus was right about talking about the past… I’m not sure I’m ready to do that yet, but thinking about it and doing things that remind me of my old life, it feels like progress. prev ask (also about activities!)

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[blueberryspacemagic]

At the end of last month my dear dog Mika passed away of old age. I've been really busy with new work during this time but I finally found a moment to draw a little tribute. You were the best, doggie. Love you, Mika 💖

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

I dunno, snuggling next to the fire in the middle of winter sounds pretty great, actually. Especially if it's with... *ahem* someone...