#OHHHHHH MY GOODNESS...

[avbvee]

more mizuki being happy and living life like normal ummm who is mizu5 i dont know her

[dustykneed]

looking at the choir, ocean wishes she'd realized it sooner-- you were good enough, after all.

all of you were good enough.

[crowrelli]

how I doodle oswald: 💕✨😕 // how I doodle ed: a mix of wallace and gromet and curious george

[edgymegatronus]

I NEED YOU GOTH MEGATRON I NEED YOU NOW

[finnsblood]

You seem like the only person who talks about Beomsok. So I gotta ask. Please can you do his character analysis? I only understood that he wanted to be the big man in their trio and he also wanted to be Suho's favorite. But that doesn't explain why he would go so far as to almost get them killed

hiii anon so ive written this like 5 times over in my head and i can’t seem to have the right words or vocabulary for what i want to convey about beomseoks character but i will try to explain his perspective? a little bit more?

( disclaimer : talking abt netflix adaptation!!!!!!!!! & also also i havent watched whc1 in a minute. so sorry if anything’s straight up wrong ! and also if u can’t tell i’m a little partial to beomseok because i find him interesting overall but i try to be objective. no sieun or suho hate here i adore them and none of this was their fault <3 nor am i defending him!! hes an asshole. just unfortunately a very complex one……thank u 4 reading :D )

okay so i personally think theres multiple reasons in which beomseok rationalized / justified his actions but i think some of the biggest factors in his behaviors come down to three things: misdirected anger from his abusers, jealousy, and idealization (all to / of suho). suho was everything beomseok wasn’t - physically strong, clever (mostly in social situations- due to how awkward beomseok could get in the show i assume that wasn’t his strong point), bubbly and friendly. for someone like beomseok, envy and resentment can fester quite easily, since suho more or less embodies something he wants to become - powerful, or right, or anything of that sort. and no less, suho was beomseoks best friend - outside of suho, sieun and beomseok didn’t have a relationship (drugging someone doesn’t make a good starter for a friendship, apologized for or not) and it was partly due to suho being the ‘center’ of the group, where attention was mostly paid to him. since beomseok both idealized and wanted to be suho, and fixated on him, jealousy was also easy to fester. beomseok didn’t like feeling excluded or not payed attention to. youngis arrival and how easily she intergrated into suho & sieuns life and how much attention they paid to her - and also, having bonding moments beomseok was not part of (sieun getting them food) - naturally made beomseok jealous. hes an insecure teenager. hes irrational. he’s emotional. this is part of the reason why beomseok did what he did.

despite being strong, suho constantly portrayed a type of restraint (in which the show proves this this by suhos own words to sieun— ‘dont cross the line’) and did not want himself, or others, to potentially cause unnecessary suffering to someone who deserves it or not. beomseok viewed this as an act of control when suho stopped him from beating someone with a mic - and despite good reasons (suho didn’t know the extent of which the bullies beat beomseok, and beomseok was already acting unstable and suho didn’t want to escalate the situation etc etc..) - beomseok, again, is irrational and unstable and traumatized. so any act like that, even if it was stopping beomseok from hurting someone, was an act of control in beomseoks mind, because suho was denying him revenge. and beomseok hates being controlled. hes been controlled by his father - his abuser, his tormentor, and not even that, hes been controlled by the bullies. the flashback scene where beomseok is being beaten & also being ordered around probably wasn’t a one time thing (considering he had to be transferred because it got that bad - and side note, imagine how bad that had to be, beomseoks dad didn’t even transfer him after learning he got KIDNAPPED by a GANG???)

so yeah. beomseok lashed out then and the events after only further damaged beomseoks mental health i think. suho wanted to leave him alone to calm down but beomseok was clearly Not Getting Better, and i think that’s why sieun wanted suho to at least.. like .. talk to beomseok? think abt the situation further rather then just wait for beomseok to come back? sorry if this is all over the place!!!!

also i wanted to talk abt this for the longest time but the whole reason beomseok started hanging out with Those People was because they VALIDATED HIM. for the wrong reasons, sure, but they weren’t like sieun - who didn’t know how to say that he appreciated his friends directly, and that wasn’t his fault at all, it just wasn’t what beomseok needed - and suho, who didn’t really say those things out loud, instead expressed his affection through physical actions (putting an arm around beomseoks shoulders, that whole gay ass scene where he puts his helmet on sieun). look at this way - beomseok needed words of affirmation. sieun expressed his affection through small acts of service. suho expressed his affection through either physical contact or quality time. you see how this wouldnt work out in the long run? anyway, yeah, the bullies beomseok was with definitely vaildated beomseok (like saying ‘youre amazing,’ [or whatever was said to him after he gave that group money] or like encouraging him to do things like bully his tormentors rather than stop him etc etc) but for the wrong REASONS!!!!!!!!! beomseok didn’t care that they were draining his money, he just wanted to be liked - with it being said to him! it’s not sieuns fault or suhos, they couldn’t ever know beomseok needed that.!!!!! but it’s a reason why he went with those guys. they weren’t real friends like suho or sieun but beomseok felt good with them so he probably didn’t care at all or was too blinded to actually see it.

anyways the events after that probably only cemented the fact that beomseok didn’t view them as friends anymore. when sieun reached out he didn’t listen, because he probably thought, well, why didn’t you do this before? and suho was handling the situation badly - for beomseok at least, to me he was doing his best - and suho thought beomseok needed a wake up call But he Definitely Did Not! he got the idea to beat up suho from the bullies he hung out with. and he liked the idea. he liked the power of it and the thrill; it’s kind of messed up, but he was taking back control after having it taken away from him so many times. just in the absolute worst way possible. he wanted the thrill of power because it made him feel good nd it was probably the only place in his life where he could have Control and Power. so he went through with it.

beomseoks goal wasn’t to kill or put suho in a coma, it was just to beat him up. he was entirely fixated on suho. sieun was collateral in his mind. i think theres multiple parts where he shows a kind of guilt / remorse during the whole thing, but he definitely didn’t want sieun hurt. he tried to convince sieun to back off. he wanted sieun to leave nd say nothing. which, sieun, of course wouldnt - but at that point beomseok just put on a cold mask and let it happen. which I personally think is FUCKED UP!!!! but yes his main goal was always suho. the whole coma thing was unintended & he wasn’t ever thinking of his actions. he knew it was bad, yes, but he never thought fully and he was very very emotional and reckless during that time, which led to very very bad decisions. i think hes an asshole for doing all of this but honestly hes very complex & well written.

ending this off here because as i was writing i lost my fire & also don’t know if i should CONTINUE because i havent watched whc1 in a bit and i very desperately need to rewatch it. hopefully i just havent ranted for a lot of words

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

more of Soda n Dallas being a conniving duo I think

[wiiiozard]

wow chapter 87 haha. wow guys. coco's doing so swell ain't she. hahah.

[goatsandgangsters]

timely AML fun fact!

in 1908, the summer Olympics were held in London from April through the end of October

which means the Olympics are happening in the background during the entirety of A Marvellous Light

now I'm thinking about the headache that a flock of international magician-athletes would be, and poor Edwin and Adelaide like REGGIE, PLEASE COME BACK AND DO YOUR JOB, WE'RE FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT POLE-VAULTER JUST FLEW

[love-songs-for-emma]

‼️ VAMPIRE QUESTION TIME ‼️ [MORAL DILEMMAS ALERT🚨]

if your significant other/best friend were turned into a vampire, would you want them to turn you into one too?

and, vice versa,

if you were turned into a vampire, would you want to turn your significant other/best friend into one too?

[ragnarockz]

23. “use your words” + edging, my liege?

Hm, I shall see what I can muster...

"Use your words,"

Agnes practically barked as she took another bite at Vidal's earlobe. They were so close against one another, it felt like Agnes' heart was beating right on top of Vidal's.

Another late night at work mulling over case files and incident reports; witness testimonies and evidence. Agent Vidal and Detective Agnes were in the thick of it; everything laid out in one of the 'work' rooms. A huge table with many chairs; computers and equipment. Anything and everything one would need to get the job done.

Agnes thrusted her hips towards Vidal, hearing her skin rub against the table underneath her. A job was definitely getting done in these late night hours.

Vidal's hands traveled down Agnes' back, clawing at her. Agnes could feel the sharp nails even through her flannel, wishing they were tearing her up. Vidal was at Agnes' mercy, waiting for her to make any moves first. The table wasn't a cooperative component in this as her thighs stuck to the top; covered in sweat.

"Use your words, Vidal...or, do I have to put my fingers in your mouth to get them out?"

Agnes grumbled against the agent's neck; she had moved her face downwards and away from her ear. She bit gently onto the soft, pulsating skin; feeling it tick against her tongue as she sucked.

Vidal moaned above her as her legs wrapped tighter around Agnes' waist. She wanted to be as full as she could possibly be, wanting even more of the silicone cock inside of her. There was barely any space left as it was with Agnes being so close; keeping herself so deep. Vidal swore she was bruising inside and the somersault sensation filled her lower abdomen.

Agnes must had senses it to, the slight way Vidal's legs loosened around her. She was getting ready to let go and Agnes wasn't having any of that. Not yet, not this soon.

She led Vidal on for maybe a second longer before she raised her head and pushed her hips back in a snap decision that left Vidal achingly empty. The moan that came out of her mouth, the one that filled the room, almost made Agnes herself cum on the spot.

It was desperate. Needy. Wanting. Anguished and hopeless and beautiful. Agnes bit her lip in response to her decision, her actions. What power it was to hold that over someone; to deny something so basic.

Agnes smirked, staring Vidal in the face as if silently asking her for the third time to push those words she wanted to hear out of her mouth. But Vidal was clammed up; lips in a delicious pout that tempted Agnes to take into her own. But she didn't; standing there like she was drunk off of the denial she had just dished out. Her left hand lazily pushed its way past her own pants; taking a quick swipe up her folds. The made sure to gather what she needed before carefully pulling her hand back out.

"Open your mouth, Vidal..."

Agnes moved her hand up between them; catching the shine on her fingers. Vidal stared in silence; a hungry, wanting silence before her perfect lips parted and her mouth opened ever so slightly. Just enough for a finger or two to enter.

The second Agnes slipped her wet fingers into Vidal's waiting mouth, her hips pushed forward again and filled Vidal's pussy back up with her cock.

Teeth to bone, is what it felt like, as the sudden entering snapped a reaction in Vidal's brain to use her teeth instead of her tongue. It was Agnes' turn to moan as she pulled her fingers out; the trail of saliva falling down between them. Her fingers, wet and sticky, moved down to grab Vidal's chin.

Agnes' rutted sporadically, quickly. Trying to chase the orgasm back into Vidal quicker than the first time. She wanted her all pent up, all sprung and wound back up just so she could pull away again. It was a dizzying, high feeling. She wanted Vidal to suffer in some sort of way; some sort of alluring way Agnes couldn't put her finger on.

The detectives fingers moved from Vidal's chin and up to the base of her neck; hand snaking up to find the tortoiseshell hair pin that would unravel Vidal's hair that drove Agnes wild. She watched it tumble as she pumped forward; getting out a little tiny mewl from Vidal's mouth. She let the hair pin clatter carelessly onto the table top, a sound that made her moan and eyes slam shut.

"God...Vidal...Iwishyoucould feel me...how...I'mthrobbing...howwetIaminside..."

Words slurring as Agnes lost herself; hips rolling to a gentle rhythm. She wanted Vidal to cum now, wanted to feel the wetness between them and seep down the toy, to the base of her harness. She wanted to feel Vidal's wet cunt on her own; their desire for one another unmatched.

Agnes felt a quick, unexpected tug at her waist. She peered down and her mouth opened slightly in excitement. Vidal had reached down, her hand wrapped beautifully around Agnes' shaft. She wanted to feel it, the push and pull of Agnes as she entered inside of her. She wanted to guide Agnes; slight angles so that she hit the tip where it so desperately needed to reach. The wet silicone, the heat, the spit that had fallen there.

Vidal knew she didn't need to use her words when she could just as easily show Agnes how badly she wanted her 'pretty little cunt' fucked and filled and loved.

[xhollowfaerie]

Lavanda

a/n: ahhhh i reallyyy like how this came out, with the exception of me being a sleep deprived idiot and literally forgetting that Zara is already dead by the time Lucanis is First Talon (ik im a fucking dumbass) so ignore that part, but i liked the dialogue too much to scrap it, it is what it is. sung this song for hours while writing, pls listen if u can it's one of my favs and it adds so much to the atmosphere, it's very Rookanis to me <3 pps the elvhen destroyed my brain. i learned too many things. forbidden knowledge. enjoy💜 tags: demi4demi Rookanis, hurt/comfort, fluff, these little idiots are so in love, almost kiss, Rook runs Lucanis a bath, the smallest hint of spice (yes the concept art-inspired bath smut is on the way, i promise), Lucanis covered in scars is canon to me, body hair + happy trail Lucanis hehehe, dadbod-ish(?) Lucanis🤤, I overuse "mierda" but I like it too much

Rook was happily humming a bard song as her fingers danced along the pool of water, watching the ripples with a smile.

“She would always like to say,

Why change the past when you can own this day…”

Her pointed ears twitched as they picked up a familiar rhythm of steps approaching, causing her to bite her lip and smile even wider, tilting her head to the side.

“My, I was beginning to think the Crows had stolen you away again, Master Dellamorte…” Kore giggled, turning to face Lucanis.

Just as she had hoped, a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that, Rook” Lucanis blurted curtly, before clearing his throat. He was still the First Talon, it seemed, ready to give orders. “...please. It’s too formal.”

She covered her lips sheepishly, as she always did after her flirting and teasing.

“I’m sorry.” 

He hummed shortly. “Why don’t I believe you?”

The elf glanced away, trying to contain the flush of her own features as she gestured towards the steaming pool.

“Well… I ran you a nice, warm bath! Lavender and honey… to help you relax. You deserve it.” He took a deep breath of the scent into his lungs, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her voice softened, and her smile felt like a warm hug.

“You’ve been working so much, tending to your duties as First Talon. I can't imagine how stressful it must be.” Lucanis found himself at a loss around Rook again; they had gotten much closer, and she was always showering him with affection; with her attention, with her allure. 

Lavender was calming. Of course; the most popular remedy for trouble sleeping; but it was quite ironic that Spite had whispered that exact word into his ear at Pietra as he looked at her lips. Lucanis had begun to associate it with a more exciting feeling. The feeling Rook gave him every time they were together.

‘KISS. HER. LUCANIS! FIRST KISS. LAVENDER AND HONEY. SO MANY TIMES, SHE BRINGS IT UP. KISS HER, KISS HER!’

The Crow flushed a deeper shade of red, averting his eyes.

‘REMEMBER! COFFEE DATE. FIRST KISS! REMIND ROOK.’

Kore had… omitted the truth. In her desperation to flirt, she had pretended as if she had ever had a first kiss. Much like Lucanis, she could only suspect what it would taste like. In his mind, she was more experienced - sweet, relaxed, flirty, and, not to mention, breathtaking. He had seen the way Viper looked at her. His mind had filled in the rest. Albeit… inaccurately. 

Running him a bath… cooking together, for each other, making coffee… grocery trips, reading, comparing daggers… The domesticity that had grown so beautifully between them wrapped its hands around his neck, cutting his oxygen off.

He didn't want to ruin it. Everything. Her. What they had. He didn't know what to call it, but that couldn't matter any less. He knew he was her assassin. Her God Killer. He would be anything she ever needed. It was all he needed. To be useful to her. To be what she needs.

“How was Treviso?”

As her voice caressed his hearing, his shoulders slouched. The assassin let out a sigh, guard finally lowering; for just a split second, he unravelled his facade and visibly winced. It was so easy to forget himself around her, to allow himself to grow comfortable. Too comfortable. 

“It was-”

“Lucanis!”

She stood up and rushed to his side, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

“You're hurt!”

His heart was bursting at the expression of concern on her face. He smiled in an attempt to console her. “I assure you, I'll live” he chuckled, but she furrowed her brows and puffed her cheek as she always did when she was frustrated with him. He tried again. “No pasa nada. I promise, Rook, it's nothing.”

“Mientes” she mumbled, reaching a hand up to straighten his collar. His eyes widened. The Antivan leaving her lips always took him by surprise. He stared at her dumbfounded as she pressed on.

“Does it hurt? Can I see?”

He blushed again, and took a moment to remember how to string words together.

“My… ribs.”

Her hands rested on his chest, and he felt her touch burning a fire inside of it through his clothes.

“Rook-”

“Please, Lucanis. Let me help you.”

Mierda, her eyes. How could he ever say no to them?

“You always take care of me… Let me do the same.”

He could feel the heat extending to his neck and ears, wishing desperately that she would be a lot worse at allowing him to open up, for once - it was getting considerably harder to stay away from her, to maintain a safe distance between them, especially as her hands ran down his chest with that look on her face that he couldn’t quite pin down.

‘Rook. Loves you. Loves Spite, loves us!’ Spite helped, inching closer to her. She briefly glanced at him, giggling as he grinned in her direction. Lucanis narrowed his eyes in confusion, but she quickly caught onto it and, scrambling to shift his attention, lifted a hand up to cup his face, her own catching on fire.

“Can you… open your shirt for me, please?”

The dryness in his throat physically hurt as he tried his best to gulp it down, feeling himself unable to move, or speak, or do anything other than admire her with what he knew was unbridled affection and… something else that he really hated himself for.

“L-Lucanis?” “Yes.”

His answer was immediate, breathless. None of them spoke any further or moved. They stared into each-other; she lovingly studied the sharp angles of his face as he delighted in the roundness of hers, wishing more than anything that his arms could wrap around her figure and hold her to his chest.

The simple dress she was wearing fit her so beautifully - he didn’t have the courage to mention he’d just bought her the one she mentioned she loved the last time they went to Treviso together. Had they met under different circumstances, he would have been convinced she was royalty; a Princess, a Goddess. The intricate elven markings on her face, the trails of lightning… he wanted to press his lips down the length of them, no matter how far they went - he would let them guide his mouth over her skin while he worshipped her for days.

“U-Um… s-should I…?” Kore finally broke the silence between them, feeling the intensity of his gaze crumbling her composure; his eyes were one of his sharpest tools, but they had never regarded her with anything other than delicate softness - well, that, and… w-whatever had filled them just now, making her skin tingle under the fabric of her dress.

As if she’d shocked him, Lucanis finally snapped out of it, idly clearing his throat and taking a step back as her hand fell from his face, scratching the side of his neck. “Y-N-No, I, uh, I can manage... Thank you, Kore.”

Kore pursed her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Her enchanted eye followed Spite as he circled around her, brushing the tips of their fingers together. When her green orb landed on Lucanis again, his dexterous hands were unbuttoning his vest, eyes following their motions. He shrugged it off effortlessly before removing his crow pin, untying and pulling his cravat off with one swift motion, causing Kore to almost lose her balance for a second, hand rushing to cover the gasp that left her mouth. He glanced at her with the same look from earlier, a natural charm and… almost… she was inclined to say hunger, but that thought made her want to scream into a pillow. He was about to say something, but Spite clamped his hand over his mouth, making Lucanis scowl for a moment.

‘SHUT. UP! She’s enjoying it! KEEP. GOING.’

Desperately shoving the embarrassment creeping inside him back down, Lucanis tore his gaze away from her again, focusing on his buttons, dextrous fingers twisting them out of their eyelets with cold precision. The elf felt her lips parting enough for her knuckle to peek through, sinking her teeth into her skin as she watched him breathlessly. Slowly, his large hands moved lower and lower, allowing her a glimpse of his body beneath the expensive, dark purple fabric; her heartbeat picked up as her eyes shyly explored the shape of his chest, his sun-kissed skin riddled with scars. 

When he reached the final button, he straightened himself awkwardly, feeling the fabric part as it exposed his abdomen to her. She shamelessly trailed the length of his dark hairs lower and lower, trying her absolute best to not get distracted by the enticing mix of muscle and softness. A large bruise bloomed the span of his ribs, right across a large, visibly newer scar. 

Her eyes widened, feeling the tears already welling up; instinctively, she stepped closer, lightly reaching to ghost her fingers over it. Oh, Maker, Maker, why, why did she have to look at him with such devotion, something he could never deserve, especially not from her.

“Oh, Lucanis…” Kore whispered, riddled with dejection. She glanced up at him, silently asking for his consent; he simply gave her a shy nod, nervously bracing himself for her touch.

When the soft tips of her fingers ran down his scar, he shuddered from head to toe, accompanied by the smallest grunt of pain. 

Exhilarating, just as he’d always imagined.

She tore her hand away, feeling the overwhelming guilt stab right through her heart; he immediately mourned its loss.

“Ir abelas, I’m so sorry-!” 

With a shaky hand, he reached to gently wrap his fingers around hers and brought her hand back to his abdomen, reassuringly pressing atop hers. His ears buzzed, feeling himself falling into a stupor of her touch.

“Don’t be.”

A tiny sigh of relief left her, but the heat in her face only worsened; her hand felt like it might catch on fire any second.

“It’s not your fault. Just a pesky wound that refuses to fully heal” he grumbled, glancing at Spite, who peeked out from behind Kore, lovingly twirling a strand of her pink hair, scowling. She couldn’t quite hear him yet, but he was much clearer to her now, making it easier to read his lips. The intensity of his emotions reached her through the Veil - the hatred, that burning desire for revenge.

‘Nnnnnrgh! Zara! Calivan! Spite remembers.’

Her jaw clenched, feeling the familiar rage bubbling inside her from the day they freed Lucanis, multiplied tenfold by her growing affection for him since. Lucanis saw her eyes flicker, the way they did when she used her magic to slam Venatori into the dirt, the rawness when she slit their throats. It was such a stark contrast to her usual sweetness, but he adored it all the same.

Maybe a little too much.

The hand dangling by her side sparked for just a split second before she grasped onto the skirt of her pink dress, shaking relentlessly. She stared up at him, and Lucanis felt a part of him shrink as another threatened to swell. He knew much too well what she was capable of - how terrifying she could be, how powerful of a mage, more powerful than she even realized.

A mage. And he was her mage-killer, sworn to her service for the rest of his days. Enthralled, but no, not by blood magic, not like before.

It took every ounce of his self-control to hold back from kissing her.

The way her fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously, feeling her hand heat up over his skin; Lucanis felt like he couldn’t breathe, and then she spoke in a low voice, almost reducing him to a trembling mess.

“We’ll find her, Lucanis, I swear it. And when we do? We will make her wish she was dead. She’ll pay for every. single. thing she’s ever done to you, if it is the last thing I do.”

Spite dragged a groan of arousal out of his throat before eyeing her hungrily, breaking into a chuckle. ‘Rooooooook! Sooo. Protective. Lucanisssss. Want to? Get on your knees. For her.’

The Crow let out a strangled noise, shaking - he couldn’t tell if her mouthing ‘shhh, I’m here, I’m right here, Lucanis’ as her fingers lovingly traced his scar as she punctuated every word made his shivers much better or much, much worse.

La sangre del Hacedor. It was too late. Far too late.

She was nested so deeply inside his heart that tearing her out would kill the only part of himself that made it possible to get up every morning, to pick up his daggers, to not give up on himself, to not despise the abomination in the mirror.

“Kore Mercar” he found her full name spilling from his lips, daring to inch in closer as her eyes watched him so adoringly, a sentiment mirrored into his own. She felt her knees grow weak, hearing her name laced with his irresistible accent, uttered with such fondness, it made her wonder if she was dreaming of him again. They shared a thought which remained unspoken; the words themselves served only to hold the meaning that everything between them all but screamed already.

I think I’m in love with you.

“You are something else… unlike anything I have ever known” he shakily breathed instead, delighting in the flustered expression on her face as she broke into a smile.

“Says the scary mage-killer who makes me coffee every morning…” 

Her honeyed voice alone was enough to drive him absolutely insane, to make him come undone from just the thought of it (as it had already…). It made him so vulnerable, especially when she whispered to him with those alluring, mismatched eyes, the twinkling specks of glitter on her eyelids, the length of her lashes. The fullness of her heart-shaped lips.

She was absolutely divine, and there was no deity, no Maker or whatever else, that could ever earn his undying conviction the way Rook had.

Her kissable lips pursed, preceding the coziest warmth that he’d ever felt enveloping the throbbing pain surrounding his ribs, calming it. He glanced down to see her hand light up, shaken to his core by the absolute adoration painted on her face - adoration, and… neediness.

A need to be helpful. To be careful with him. To praise him, to shelter him, to make him see just how much he meant to her. How he had saved her life.

But… she was hesitant. Scared. He felt her hand tremble and, as his was still steadied atop, he tentatively gave it a light squeeze -it seemed that was all she needed in order to feel safe, to allow herself to open up to him. 

“I-I’m… not very good at this” Kore admitted. “I only cause destruction, only bring death.” She averted her gaze, shining with tears. “Or so I’ve been told. But, it turns out, they were right.”

“Over my dead body” Lucanis suppressed a growl, worried he might scare her with the murderous instinct taking over him. The swirls of pink around her face bounced so beautifully as she looked at him again, unsure if she had heard him right.

“Anyone who wishes to ever speak to you like that again may do so over my dead body.”

Her free hand reached to hide her own face as he heard a small whimper, but he - urged by Spite - lovingly pried it away.

“Please, never hide from me. Your presence has already healed me in ways I never thought possible. You hold me- this team, together, you soothe our aches, you aid our every endeavour, believe in us when we have been wrought of every drop of faith in ourselves. Everyone - myself especially - would not be here without you.”

“Lucanis… I…”

Maybe he was just too intoxicated by her scent, by the rosemary oil in her hair, by the vanilla of her perfume, by the steam of lavender surrounding them, but he finally dared to face the dread inside of him as he slowly closed his eyes, moving his fingers towards her face, almost, almost holding that sacred space of softness between her jaw and neck into his palm, to bring her into him, finally finally, finally, be brave, for once -

“Hey, Rook? Taash told me you might be in here, do you still need more lavender flowe- aaah- oh!”

Their steps were quick and almost soundless as they both pulled apart in the blink of an eye; Kore tucked a stray lock of pink behind her ear as she flushed and Lucanis cleared his throat, timidly pulling on his collar to close the gap in the fabric over his chest.

“O-Oooh…!” Lace winced, making a face as the realization immediately hit her. “Sorry…! Don’t mind me! I was never here!”

Harding apologetically set the basket of lavender flowers down with a grin, tilting her head towards Kore with a nod of encouragement before she rushed off.

They both exhaled in sync, looked at each-other in surprise, then looked away again.

“I-I should, um, let you enjoy your bath, before it gets cold-”“Sí, I, it would be a waste for it to get cold-”

Their hurried voices overlapped before a dull silence settled.

She was the first to giggle, followed by a faint rumble from his chest. They finally faced each-other again, bright. Light. Beguiled.

“Gracias, Rook.” “De nada, Señor Dellamorte.” 

He shot her a scolding glance in an attempt to mask his bashfulness, met with a beaming smile as she brought the basket over to the side of the pool, kneeling down to scatter a few more lavender flowers into the water, glistening with whimsy. Her words were soft and song-like, tenderly infusing it with her magic.

“Sul ladaral i nehn, sul lanun'ven'ur'alas. Sur on'ala sal'shiral…sul…sul lath.”

(For healing and happiness, for good luck. For a wonderful/long life. For…for love.)

He had no idea what the Elvhen rolling off her tongue meant, but it made his heart sing all the same as she gave him a small bow and a sweet ‘ma serannas’ (thank you), leaving him to bask in the relaxing scent. He took another deep breath into his lungs, feeling his eyes roll back, feeling the warmth of her healing still engulf him so lovingly, feeling the memory of her delicate hand on his scar. He exhaled, unbuttoning the hems of his sleeves, letting the shirt slip off his shoulders. Two fingers reached for his forehead as he closed his eyes. He flushed a few shades deeper still, bringing more fingers to cover his face in embarrassment.

“Mierda.”

Spite huffed in annoyance, his patience with Lucanis running thinner by the day. He sat on the edge of the pool, swinging his feet into the water with a grumpy pout. ‘Want to. Take bath. With Rook. Take. Rook. Undress her. Wash her. Pretty hair.’

Lucanis finished undressing and sunk into the warm, periwinkle water, letting out a sigh of exhilaration as he imagined Rook against him. He pictured her dainty, loving hands soaping his body with utmost care; he wanted to caress her breathtaking shapes, feel every inch of her, every curve fitting perfectly in the palm of his hands; he wistfully pretended he could bury his face into her pink locks, inhaling her scent; imagined the damp, silken sensation of her wet hair between his digits as he shampooed it, holding it in deep devotion as she recited his name. He rested against one of the walls and rolled his head back, feeling the dull ache in his abdomen lessening, allowing his exhaustion to finally rob him of his consciousness as he dozed off, mumbling quietly.

“Spite?” “Yes?” “Cállate.”

[thelaurenshippen]

what was the casting process like for the bright sessions? :O

initially, there was hardly any process to speak of! every cast member in the original run of TBS (seasons 1-4) were people I met in acting class or friends of friends. here's the breakdown -

Julia Morizawa - met in an acting class at BGB Studio Briggon Snow - BGB Anna Lore - met in improv 101 at UCB Charlie Ian - BGB Andrew Nowak - BGB Alex Gallner - friend of Briggon's Ian McQuown - friend of Anna's Alex Marshall-Brown - friend of Anna's and Ian's Phillip Jordan - BGB Alanna Fox - BGB Reyn Beeler - part of the ars paradoxica cast! aka friend of Mischa's

as you can see, that weekly class at BGB Studio in North Hollywood was the place for TBS casting lol - there were so many great actors that moved through that Sunday night class, but all of us were in class with each other at one point or another, and having that experience of acting together really helped I think.

when I started the show, I knew I wanted to act in it and I wanted to write a role for Anna, my best friend. but I actually didn't know Julia or Briggon that well - I just admired their acting and took a swing in asking them. that worked so well that then it was like....okay, well BGB is my actor pool now (I remember vividly the moment that Charlie was doing a scene in class and Julia and I looked at each other and had a silent conversation of "oh THERE'S our Damien").

season 5 (the bright sides - the bonus episodes) was similar. Michael Felix (who plays Austin) was someone we found through auditions, but everyone else was an actor either I knew or the writer of the episode knew, including folks from other podcasts! then, for seasons 6 and 7, the spin-offs, we just did a very traditional casting process, including in person auditions for season 6 (we recorded season 7 in 2020).

[transbeeduo]

do you think id get killed for making one of my beeduo fankids a biological kid do you think the people are ready for seahorse dad c!tubbo

[spiraling-stardust]

CHORUS YOU ARE ON ACT 2 STOP HAVING THEORIES

[brightdeadthing]

Essay on Guns, Stevie Edwards

[notasouleater]

Oh my god oh fuck holy shit