#The true grail

[minarcana]

going pspspsps at my friends with fate or non-xiv muses with my aus in my hand. let meoffer u hesp hes either a dead apostle elder whos just here for laffs(technically an ally of humanity) or a profoundly delusional raven shapeshifter. i mean u can also have anyone u want im just a way

[thunderoad]

american vandal season 3 in which peter and sam are goofing around filming a video and accidentally witness a crime and peter goes "was that -? dude, i think i know who that was"

and then they run around trying to solve it BUT!! peter can't help but get a little too involved which skews the results of their investigation which was always the point!! also he's mean to sam but eventually they reconcile.

[darabeatha]

One more thing is that in game, M.octezuma takes on a new and different name which is 'i.zcalli' and I think that in the context of a Grail war, he could go by that instead of being called 'avenger' to conceal his true identity

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

~science~

medieval science bullshit, it simply can't be beat:

As he looked here and there, he heard such a great and marvelous battle and struggle at the bottom of the sea that it seemed to him that the entire island was about to sink and fall into the abyss. The tumult was so violent that no mortal man could see it without taking great fright, for throughout the island, from one end to the other, there was no place that did not tremble as violently as a leaf in a strong wind. This was because of the struggle at the bottom of the sea caused by the lodestone's effect on the ferrous earth. The island had to turn at the command of the firmament whose nature it had kept in part, while the lodestone whose force held the ferrous earth tightly did not want to allow it to move. But compared to the power of the firmament, that of the lodestone was like a little spring in comparison to the sea. And so you can be sure that it could not be held very well by the strength of the lodestone, for the firmament was more powerful. For this reason, the island turned despite the force of the lodestone, the weight of the earth, and the surrounding water. Thus, the contest was so great between the earth and the lodestone that at times the island sank into the sea until the water covered the shoreline. According as cold or heat was more abundant, the island little by little drew closer to the lodestone or farther from it, so that sometimes it almost completely floated on the water.

— The History of the Holy Grail, Chapter 20, trans. Carol J. Chase

And if you had any doubts about any of this: "But in the holy story [ie, this one] that was sent to earth by the Mouth of Truth, that is, by Jesus Christ, one will never find will never find a false word, for anyone who would dare to add lies to such a noble history as the one the True Crucified One wrote with His own hand would be too full of foolish daring."

[pisshandkerchief]

have you seen the fob funko pops i got jumpscared by them at my local funko pop store yesterday

have i seen the fob funko pops. brother everyone has seen the fob funko pops

[musiquesduciel]

As much as I enjoyed watching Tati Westbrook's videos back in 2018 as 'ASMR' and background noise, not one product she ever recommended/raved about sat well on my skin.

[cannibalcomputer]

panel coloring for fun

heres the original :3

[inheirit]

        ❛   Dates really aren’t as scary as everyone makes them out to be. All you have to do is formulate a plan of action, cover all your bases, and execute it flawlessly — if you do it right, no one has time to get nervous. Or worse, bored.   ❜

[ravenkinnie]

kinda fascinated to learn more ab your taste in jinx ships. who else do you pair her with besides cait? i think a long while ago ive seen you reblog jinx x zeri??

I'll support any jinx rarepair cause there are like. almost none jdhdjdjjdk jinxs main relationships are familial so it makes sense why there isn't as much shipping content for her ofc (I mean there is. I just don't read this type shdhdjjdjsnsj) and I don't like lightcannon so that's already like 60% of content OUT. I kinda like ekko/jinx I'm ngl I think the angst potential slays and YOU KNOW I love angst but my interest in m/f wavers and also a lot of timebomb fandom is HORRID. not all of it ofc, that's always the case with big fandoms, but some people are INSANE and I'm not playing with that, absolutely not dhdjdjsjks also I have no strength for searching tags for something where I like the characterization so I just like. look at the nice fanart my mutuals reblog and that's it sujshsjsjs

I acc wish jinx/zeri was more popular cause that's such a fun idea because zeri is meant to have this explosive strong personality but also be a genuinely good person, basically she's jinx if jinx was like. normal <3 but the jinx/zeri tag on ao3 has like five fics bro (and I read through it, yes I did), you have to scour livejournal and ffnet for content dhhdjdjdjjd ON GOD one day I'll make this one happen too, along caitlyn/corina

[wyrmfedgrave]

Literary Hub: In Search of the Rarest Book in American Literature: Edgar Allan Poe's Tamerlane

This is partly related to Lovecraft, as Poe was 1 of HPL's earliest influences.

Anyway, in July 1827, a C.F.W. Thomas printed Poe's Tamerlane in Boston.

It turned out to be a mere 40 pages of unevenly printed verses.

The cover was a mess of discordant typefaces, with a very heavy handed period design of geometric conifers.

Only 40 to 50 copies were produced - out of which only 11 or 12 survived til today.

Just 5 Tamerlanes are still in their original wrappers.

Poe's 1st book stayed unknown until Vincent Starret's 1925 article, in the Saturday Evening Post, led to the discovery of 5 copies!

This also led to 1 copy being stolen, from the Alderman Library!!

Being so rare, it couldn't be safely fenced & might have been destroyed!

Back to the author - Cadet Poe was court-martialed & left West Point in disgrace!!

Being that he had large gambling debts, Tamerlane was printed - with- out Poe's name.

Even the boastful yet, self-defensive Preface was left unsigned!

With no fanfare & no critical attention, Tamerlane only had poor sales.

Who could have foreseen that this was actually the beginning of a revolutionary & influential career?

Poe's melancholy & macabre poetry would lead him to invent detective fiction, write supernatural horror tales & to revolutionize Gothic mysteries!!

And, it seems that some of his books are 'living lives' just as exotic as Poe's.

End.

[kaiiihannn]

No way, I got all the treasure chests in the very first attempt, on the (supposedly) hardest map to boost?

The hardest part of this whole Grail Front to me, was always 'successfully claiming all mats chests before I win'. I only managed to do that thrice through all 7 maps, and yesterday's map in particular was absolutely nightmarish (I had to redo 3 times to claim all chests).

So maybe today's map being so damn convoluted was a great thing, it prevented enemies from collectively charging at you like moths to flame and dying all out before you got to the chests.

The big enemy number was also good. You've got the time to go for chests before you're forced to kill the last of them.

[monstersqueen]

...yeah so it all depends on sakura's will and determination and inner strength

when she has been battered from all sides all her life

thinking about it like this that the town is still standing and the victims can still be counted is downright miraculous

[eyeoftheheart]

The Lovers Painting by Riza-yi 'Abbasi

To be a real man is a great thing. As a matter of fact, it is the greatest thing in the world. He is the power of God. A real woman is the only other thing that comes close to it and even surpasses it. She is the beauty of God, the greatest otherworldly thing, divine light made flesh, in the world but not of it. A real woman is the Holy Grail, the most perfect and supreme manifestation of divine love, grace and beauty. And only God knows what miracles are possible when a real man and a real woman unite in True Divine Love. This union is the source of all that is good, true, and beautiful in the world. It is real magic. It is awe and wonder, bliss and intoxication, the healing grace of God, and the wine of paradise that bestows eternal life. It is Gnosis, the blue flower of maʿrifa. It is the return to the Garden of Eden, the rain of infinite blessing, and the eternal sunrise of the Divine within the heart and soul. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.

In The Bezels of Wisdom, Ibn al-‘Arabi wrote:

Then God drew forth from him [man] a being in his own image, called woman, and because she appears in his own image, the man feels a deep longing for her, as something yearns for itself, while she feels longing for him as one longs for that place to which one belongs.

[irlcupcake]

10 of my favorite easy glow up tips! 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

get a gua sha!! not expensive at all and made such a difference in my face shape and carving out my cheek bones and jawline. there’s lots of good tutorials on tiktok or youtube!

tea in the morning/night! there’s so many teas to help with different things but my favorite’s are spearmint tea for clearing skin and green tea for reducing bloating.

ice your face! helps SO much with de-puffing and closing up your pores! dipping your face in a bowl with ice water can reduce inflammation, help with acne and reduce oily skin!

make sure to get enough sleep! It’s so easy to stay up scrolling on tumblr until the sun comes up but getting enough sleep is so important mentally and physically!

find a skincare routine that works for you and remember too much skincare can be bad for your skin! my skin was breaking out the worst when i was using a bunch of skincare and It’s cleared so much since i simplified my routine.

use a lash/brow serum! my favorite brand is grande lash and it’s a little pricey but using castor oil works as well and it’s super affordable.

going on walks! I’ve never been a fan of intense exercises and I’m a chronic bed rotter but putting on my favorite hot girl playlist and strutting on the treadmill/sidewalk is genuinely so fun!

rosemary oil for hair growth! my holy grail of hair growth products along with a scalp massager. my whole life my hair grew so slow and since using rosemary oil i have to trim my bangs twice a month sometimes!

i cannot stress this one enough..wear what YOU want! don’t let new trends or judgment from others stop you from embracing your true style. we look our best when we feel most confident!

most importantly ~ take care of yourself! make sure you’re eating enough, drinking water, listening to your body and being gentle with yourself always. improving ourselves can be so fun but make sure it’s not at the expense of your mental health <3

[kakushino]

The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground. 

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines. 

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position. 

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching. 

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.” 

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd. 

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom. 

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him. 

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do. 

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber. 

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration. 

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World. 

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?” 

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed. 

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?” 

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size. 

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

dividers by the divine @benkeibear

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[stxrvel]

i can fix them (no really, i can't) (m.list)

summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life?

pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader.

content. cursing words, angst, suffering, slow burn, eventual-really eventual fluff, mature themes such as drugs and violence. every chapter will have their own warnings at the very top.

a/n. this is the first bts related fic i've ever posted and i hope for the best!! ofc this is inspired by i can fix him by taylor swift in case you were wondering. and this story wasn't really planned (no news for me), but it's all i've been thinking and writing about all this week, so i decided to post it! the chapters list will be posted as soon as i can! love you all and thank u for the support!

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chapter list.

i. the one where everything changes

ii. the one where you came close!

iii. the one where i said fuck you and you cried

iv. the one where you stood there and watched

v. the one where... is it true? (50%)

vi. the one where you might be in trouble

vii. the one where you thought you had me

viii. the one with the memories

ix. the one where you set everything on fire

x. the one with the truth

xi. the one where you broke my heart... twice

xii. the one where... do you really think you can keep doing this?

xiii. remorse

xiv. why should i?

xv. you didn't have to do it

updates will be weekly or biweekly, depending on the progress of each chapter.