#THAT DOESNT LOOK LIKE GRACE

[seokjinite]

SEOKJIN + looks i'm not normal about (cr. 0613data, apple tape)

[butt-puncher]

Does anyone have a pdf of Six Months Can Change so Much When You're a Demigod by uptoolate? Its been years since it was deleted but I still think about it like all the time.

[ssaraexposs]

Something about DEAD APPLE Akutagawa...

[virsancte]

trying to build from scratch for the first time so here's a wip because i'm kind of obsessed with a combo of this lot + lighting + preset

[graceful-not]

Can't stop thinking Abt the fact that Harumi had to be the one to tell Garmadon who his son was. The fact that he didn't recognize himself in old photos. He doesn't know who he is!!!! He doesn't know who the fuck these people are!!!! He adopts Harumi because in his heart he needs to be a mentor a guiding figure a father, and he can recontextualize their previous relationship easily, when before, he hadn't seen her like that. And he still cares for his son!!! but he doesn't remember him or himself and he doesn't remember how to love or what it feels like because he can't! feel it!! right now!!! I'm insane. You come back to life and you're fundamentally changed and all these people know you as someone you don't fucking remember but that person still lives.. in you? Except for how they look at you like theyre searching for a demeanor or glint in your eyes that isn't there, like they're looking at someone else. because you aren't that man anymore. there's nothing left there. but you are him to these people, and so you must relearn how to be him before you can be what is left of yourself. Will you ever feel right again? Will the identity of this Man You Were ever feel like You? Because it doesn't feel like He was ever you. You feel like something else, something new, something barely living because there are so many pieces missing. What could be more important than survival?

[happyk44]

Once again thinking about Jason practicing expressions in the bathroom mirror.

[just-another-obsessed-fangirl]

theories as to where Grace got the cigarette she was smoking after fucking Max's ghost:

she has actually secretly been an active smoker for a long time and always carries a pack with her

she bought a pack of cigarettes when she was on the run from the cops because she was stressed, and figuring that she had already disappointed the Lord by touching herself and lying to the police and dismembering a body, decided that she might as well relieve that stress by taking up smoking

Max died with a pack of cigs and a lighter on him and they stayed with him when he turned ghost and Grace pocketed them from his clothes after they had sex

she just found them in the school or on the ground somewhere after the Lords in Black meeting, and perhaps her mind made the association between sex and cigarettes and that's how she came up with the idea of giving up her chastity to end Max's reign of terror

Grace had immediately thought of giving up her virginity as the sacrifice after the Lords in Black meeting, and the entire time Steph and Pete are running away and tearfully coming to terms with Steph having to kill Pete to stop Max, Grace is running around the school or off to a drug store for cigarettes because she felt having a smoke after was that necessary

[welcometoteyvat]

jing yuan and yanqing are giving zhongli and xiao if the latter’s canon relationship was Actually fanon’s made up father figure/adopted child dynamic

[deathfavor]

@raytm said: you don’t approve. killua to kalluto (:

A shadow. Kalluto exists as little beyond a shadow, or a doll for his mother to play dress up with. ( And yet, to Kalluto, that is love. At least she acknowledges him. ) He is not the eldest and he is not the heir. His relevance is nothing outside of jobs. It matters not that he's years ahead of Killua when it comes to Nen training or technique, it matters not that he's got a higher success rate than Milluki. Kalluto is little but a shadow. He wonders if anyone had even noticed when he slipped out from the house, leaving one less shadow in a mansion.

Kalluto hadn't expected to cross paths with his brother. He certainly hadn't expected to be addressed. Kalluto's pink eyes focus on his big brother, then drift to the other boy in the distance who looks to be admiring something in a store window. Gon. He remembers the boy's name, along with Killua's two other friends, Leorio and Kurapika.

Friends. It is a foreign word to assassins. The Zoldycks did not need friends. They had the family and assassination. That was all they needed.

What was the Troupe to him? Kalluto opts to not reflect on it too deeply. And thankfully, the one-of-a-kind spider which brands him as a member lays hidden beneath elaborate silks. Would Killua even notice if it were out? Kalluto has some doubts on how much people truly recall about him. He has even slimmer belief that Killua would with his apparent lack of assassination lately. Killua, who always preferred Alluka and never even glanced at Kalluto.

Until now. Kalluto doesn't know what to do with the weight of eyes on him now. He doesn't know how to speak with Killua. He doesn't know what to do. Only their Mother and Illumi were frequent interactions for him before the Phantom Troupe had taken him under their wings and embraced him as one of them.

Sad, isn't it? He finds freedom and joy with them more than with family.

Kalluto stares at Killua again and eventually adverts his gaze to the ground. " It is not my place to judgge. " He finally responds with a slow care like he's walking over a tightrope. " My words hold no weight even if I were to cast judgement. " This is a fact as far as he is concerned.

[kingofattolia]

why am I soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo picky about fanfiction

[soldier-poet-king]

Guy who only ever thinks about kindness and the absurd nature of divine grace: getting a lot of kindness and the absurd nature of divine grace vibes from this

[aroaceleovaldez]

related to my previous post - i am now once again thinking about Jason specifically introducing himself as the son of Jove and Juno rather than Jupiter and Juno (because “Jove” specifically usually refers to Jupiter as a father-god) and i think that’s Very Fun

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

unexpectedly touched by yaz here in the background

[cowboy-robooty]

physically holding back my rage when i go get my weekly uchuujin no kakushigoto update and see people bitchin and moaning about it. I WANT TO HURT YOU AND IM NOT FUCKING AROUND. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEAR MACE SPRAYED IN YOUR EYES SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE NO FUCKING APPRECIATION FOR GOOD LITERATURE. S2G SHUT YOUR DUMBASS UP BEFORE I GO AHEAD AND SLICE OFF ALL YOUR FINGER TIPS TOO AND PUT YOUR TONGUE IN A BAG CORPSE PARTY STYLE CUZ YOUR OPINIONS ARE ACTIVELY MAKING SOCIETY WORSE.

[like-sands-of-time]

I wonder what ani and padmé would have been like as parents to Luke and Leia, and later grandparents to Ben. Like I don't have any great developed thoughts on that whole au concept I just do love the thought. Ben has so much impressive family, and a lot of uncles and aunts to look up to. If a lot of things had gone a lot differently, idk how, and padmé and ani got to grow older and stronger together, if Ben were to have his grandfather not only as a legend but as a person to hold him and tell him stories, I wonder what that would have been like.

[happyk44]

Thinking about Jason spotting Nico in a field of black rams, herding them slowly towards the shadows back to his father's kingdom. There are two sheepdogs sprinting around to keep the herd in line. One other dog, a guardian against predators, roams leisurely closeby. But Jason's eyes cannot stray from the boy for long.

He's slender, beautiful in a haunting way. As Jason wafts a warm breeze around him, enticing him to stay just a little longer, he can smell the rich scent of earth and pomegranates. A small fragrance of death clinging to his skin.

Jason touches without touching. The boy, whoever he is, is unscarred, thin but healthy. He shivers at every windy caress. Soft black hair tickles his cheeks and when he laughs, it sounds like a song. He speaks with a softened tone as he corrals the sheep together and calls out for one of the dogs to push back a wanderer.

When a roaming pack of wolves approach, wary of the boy protecting his flock, he hardens. As he flips towards them, his staff sharpens wickedly and becomes a sword. The sheepdogs tighten the herd. The guard dog growls in warning. The ground trembles.

It doesn't matter.

Jason simply scatters them all away with well timed lightning. He's not fond of harming wolves and luckily he doesn't have to, they run at the first bolt. The sheep bleat in fear, rumble nervously between themselves, but the boy calms then down as Jason runs up.

"Thanks," he says. "But I could've handled them myself." His sword smooths back into a staff. Childishly he knocks the horns on one of the more ornery rams until it quiets down. "My father wouldn't have sent me out by myself if I couldn't."

He whistles at the dogs and points towards the trees, where a shadowy crevice has formed. That explains the smell of death, Jason thinks.

The boy is a prince.

"I like to help," Jason says. He pulls power and strength into his voice. Tries for a non-threatening smile. "That's quite the sword, by the way. May I?"

The boy pauses for a moment. Then nods and hands it over. "Careful with it, it's not mine." As Jason admires it, Stygian iron and smooth to the touch, no hints of the blade beneath, the boy clears his throat. "I'm Nico."

"Jason." He looks back at Nico, whose eyes are a deep dark brown, almost void-like. It's intoxicating to stare into. "You're very pretty."

A rosy hue tints his cheeks. "Oh. Um, thank you."

He throws the staff away. The winds slam it high and out of the way. Nico startles but before he can say a word, Jason grabs him. The powerful winds drown his shouts as Jason carries him off into the sky. The higher they go, the less he struggles. Instead he turns wide-eyed and scared. But he is still so beautiful.

Even when Jason lands through the window into his room and deposits him on the bed. Even when he attacks, hands and fists and nails and teeth. Even when Jason pins him down with lightning and wind to tie him carefully down with chains given to him from his brother. Even when Nico's eyes well up with thick tears and he screams pointlessly for someone to come help him, powers useless under the weight of his bindings.

He is still so beautiful.

A pretty prince, just for Jason.