#Thread 15

[toa-masquerade]

"There's no harm in taking initiative, is there?" She laughs, a tinkling sound that echoes in the chamber of her mask. "Would you care to be my first dance of the night? I intend to stay busy."

With a graceful gesture, she extends her hand. A delighted grin spreads across her lips, the thrill of anonymity adding an extra layer of excitement to the evening's enchantment.

[enduringdevotion]

Into the Ring With the Champion ||@humanoidnaturaldisaster||

Once more, he finds himself hauled into the ring. He needed something - to feel pain - intel for something he was working on.

He'd seen the name, had a sharp chat with his 'dad', but with everything else stressing him out, the wedding, trying to be happy, the nightmares and horrors bothering him as hallucinations again...

He feels the blade cut through his skin, snapping him back. He twists, throwing the figure forcefully against the ground, careful to restrain himself. Still, he heard something crack. Soon he was crowned and the stage was cleared for the next one. Two more and the asshole would cough up what he needed.

He turns, cracking his neck as he hears the cage locked up again.

Black, lanky, tall, blonde, blue.

"You son of a bitch."

[fangsanddaggers]

The tug on his collar shakes him from his nervousness. What would once bring terror and tension soothed him instead, making him nearly go limp against the human. The words pull a brow up, then lips curled as hands tentatively wrap around strong shoulders. He's sure he could live with a brat, the bitey attitude was already there sometimes, even if the man was softer than the kitten hidden in his jacket.

The kiss gently pries from him every ounce of fear, tension and uncertainty. His head tips into the touches, eyes falling shut in relief, pleased that his forethought had prepared himself for the acceptance. He hadn't once thought Roberto would decline the move, beyond perhaps lightly complaining about packing perhaps.

"Happy as I was, Thor's vocals are naturally at a volume that puts me on edge. Kind man and pure of heart he may seem, there's a.... Divinity to his vocals that has me terrified to leave the room if I hear him." He hated being afraid of the man, truly he seemed sweet and they had met well in battle during the winter party of the islands.

He desperately needed a therapist, he's discovering.

He's pulled towards the home, a small laugh leaving him as he shakes off the anxiety. Even Loki had him on edge, yet he felt compelled to reunite with him again to share much he's learnt. Another time, his love needed his focus.

"I think so. To hang up the past and the prayers for the future in the home... Laying our hearts and souls upon stone sounds wonderful." He smiles again, amused and delighted.

Despite the words, he finds himself snatching Roberto up like a blushing bride moments before stepping over the threshold of their home.

"Come now, little brat. Let's find the perfect place, shall we?" Eyes glimmer as it's clear he's refusing to let Roberto go now, mischief gleaming in red like a dancing flame.

Roberto snorted a laugh at the description of himself as a 'dashing rogue' but doesn't bother to attempt a correction or give Astarion some other description for him. The vampire is nervous and jittery, getting more so as they walk hand in hand, and Roberto smooths his thumb over the back of his pale hand. Whatever this is, it's big, and Astarion only drew up the confidence for it after their tapestries.

Roberto has a suspicion, but he doesn't allow himself to muse on it. Let Astarion surprise him.

There's no words as Astarion babbles, just a quiet, fond look in green eyes that are only for the vampire, not even glancing at the buildings around them. What it looks like doesn't matter; it will be more then he'd had at home either way and Astarion is the beautiful thing to stare at here, not a house.

Fingers close around the keys but he's too busy hooking his fingers into Astarion's collar to gently pull him closer to glance at them.

"You know," the reporter hums low, a slow smile sliding across his face. "You keep spoiling me like this and I might end up the one being the brat around here." The words are all a heavy tease but the kiss he presses against Astarion's lips is soft and sweet.

"I'd have been happy enough with where we were, but you're right, having our own place will be nice. Just the two of us, curled up on the couch, nothing to worry about." He reaches out and brushes his fingers over the edge of the tapestry poking up from behind Astarion's shoulder, then pulls back to brush his thumb over one sharp cheek bone.

"Alright, come on then, we've got some tapestries to hang up. That should be the first thing we do, don't you think?"

[gomzdrawfr]

Soul Marks

"I had a different place in mind..."

part 1 here :]

:･ﾟ✧Bonus ✧･ﾟ:

[redravenblogs]

Dear Tumblr users

You're not better than anyone else just because you never used [insert social media site here]

You're just more annoying because you think it gives you moral superiority

[veerbles]

my self indulgent dream fic is a canon divergence where adam bought an old secondhand nokia phone when he moved into st. agnes at the end of trb and ronan started texting him at random to spite gansey and declan, whose texts he never answers, and to spite adam, who has a limited texts plan and is anxious about it (although literally no one else ever texts him), and also because he's pathetically pining.

anyway. series retelling where adam and ronan grow closer through texts because being honest feels less terrifying through a screen

[angelictragedy]

Wince. Good, he feels guilt then. Astarion said as much, he simply wanted confirmation. At the denial of anything beyond the water he adds a hydration drink, handing over both bottles and the packed food, eyes unwavering that he was going to take them.

"I know more than just that, Captain." He mused, stepping away as he gently crouched to feed Gato who eagerly shoved her entire snout into the cup to lap at the cream. "As messy as your namesake." It's said with nothing but pure warmth as he pet her head, giving plenty of affection.

"Nai Saverem." He finally looks up then as he grabs his own coffee from the ground beside him to drink once the pup cup was empty. "Astarion and I have been close since our joint arrivals here." Cuts out the brother by blood at least.

"You are one of his closest kin, doing what he had to you haunts him, but he's come to accept your actions. Far better you tiring him out and dying than going on a murder spree." Blue watches over his cup as he sips again, thinking.

"Should another thing like that happen, I expect you to do the same thing. Just speak to my brother Badou to find Astarion again after rather than hide from him. He thought you had died for good." There was a small almost fatherly note to his scolding there, like he'd decided he was parental authority to the youth. "It wouldn't have hurt him nearly as much if you'd sought him out rather than waiting a month only for his source to find you."

Eyes trail to Gato as he finds a bench to sit at, watching her happily flop on her belly, showing him this place was safe. A silly thing to worry about, but she was a comfort.

"It's not your fault. Human minds are so frail with choices involving emotions. You look for the route that protects your heart the most, even if it harms others. Usually because your mind isn't ready to consider others, though that's a mutually shared trait of all sentient creatures." He wonders when he got so talkative, when he'd begun to care enough to share his learning with just anyone.

He blames Astarion.

"All this said, thank you. For protecting him from making a greater mistake. It would have been far worse for him had you not sacrificed yourself." He finds the other again with his eyes, smiling softly. "I know his pain hurts you, but know it brought to the forefront more that he had to deal with. More that he wants to work through. You helped him to see that healing isn't a one man job. That it takes a community and that he deserved to heal." It was something he himself had been trying to teach the elf, but that's besides the point.

"Do not be surprised if he tries hunting you down again. To grow one must forgive the past." He clears his throat, looking away and half hiding into his drink. "Don't mind the autistic ramblings of an ancient man. I'm simply tired of people struggling to openly communicate, so I'm... helping move things along."

His eyebrows go up at the rattled description and then he winces. If the guy thinks of Astarion as his brother, he's probably mad about the whole... moss incident. Which clearly caused a whole lot more damage than Steven had accounted for in that moment. Not like he'd had time to calculate beyond 'save Astarion from hunting someone who wouldn't be able to defend themself at all'.

He'd already opened his mouth to protest but sighed and decided not to bother trying. Clearly the guy wouldn't hear of it.

"Whatever you have that's vegetarian, please. And just water is fine." Arms cross as he turns back to the sometimes-winged man. "Good, starving himself is not going to do anything but make him more and more feral. He doesn't deserve that. Also, you have me at a disadvantage; apparently you know all about me from Astarion, but I don't know who you are at all. I don't usually meet people by crashing into them, but I suppose this is a good enough exception."

He does grin and chuckle at the joke, unconventional as it may be.

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[multjverse]

Was it ever casual between Dazai and Chuuya?

🧵 A thread of pure casualties :

Was it casual when they simply hate each other, but the whole point for the author, Kafka Asagiri, is to let fans come up with their own interpretations because Bungo Stray Dogs is for us readers and viewers?

Was it casual when Dazai’s eyes always had a bit of white in them whenever he looked at Chuuya, since the day they met, knowing that Harukawa uses it to indicate a character feeling strong emotions?

Was it casual when Chuuya always stood in Dazai’s blind side, not only in the original universe but in every single one, since they first met?

Was it casual when Dazai jokingly said, “That’s why I love you so much,” when they first met at 15, even if it made both of them want to barf?

Was it casual when Dazai wanted Chuuya to get out of his sight but didn’t want to look away?

Was it casual when Dazai admitted that Chuuya persuaded him into not dying?

Was it casual when Dazai said that falling in love was just another feature incorporated into living, making it something that is bound to happen like breathing, while talking to Chuuya, whom he told, “That’s what makes me love you,” just before, and making him the first person to convince Dazai not to die?

Was it casual that in Beast, Dazai didn’t care about anything and actually killed himself, while in the original universe, the first time he wanted to try and live was when he met Chuuya?

Was it casual when Dazai firmly believed that Chuuya was human, even before having the confirmation that his ability only works on human beings?

Was it casual when Dazai was willing to destroy Yokohama if it meant answering Chuuya’s question of whether he was human or not?

Was it casual when Dazai’s ability is the only one that can bring Chuuya back when he’s using corruption, and that Dazai’s ability, nullification, is the opposite of Chuuya’s (allegedly) original ability, which was amplification?

Was it casual when Chuuya had 190 ways of enacting revenge on Dazai, while Dazai spent every waking and sleeping moment since the day they met—so for seven years—thinking about Chuuya, whether it was about ways to annoy him or kill him, while also having 27 volumes about him in Wan!?

Was it casual when Adam, a robot whose entire personality is based on perfection, said, “Master Chuuya and Dazai stood side-by-side. There was something surprisingly perfect about it”?

Was it casual when Dazai, someone who barely shows interest in anything, was breathless while watching Chuuya fight?

Was it casual when Chuuya told Adam that he wouldn’t trust Dazai just before saying that he’d need him to defeat Verlaine because he’s the only reason he survived Rimbaud?

Was it casual when Dazai trusted his life in Chuuya’s hands so much that when they were younger, they even made a tactic in which Chuuya could’ve shot Dazai and he still would’ve lived?

Was it casual when Dazai clenched his teeth when he saw that Chuuya’s wounds were deeper than his opponent’s?

Was it casual when the only places we’ve seen Dazai touch to deactivate Chuuya’s corruption form were his wrist once and his face twice?

Was it casual when Dazai smiled while confirming to Verlaine that, for him, Chuuya was undoubtedly human?

Was it casual when Dazai, a guy who thought about ways to kill Chuuya for seven years, at sixteen told Adam that he wanted Chuuya to live to see him suffer as a human being?

Was it casual when Dazai was so amazed by Chuuya’s selflessness that he smiled, a smile between annoyed and relieved, because Chuuya chose Yokohama instead of figuring out if he was human or not?

Was it casual when Mori said to Dazai on the radio that his wish of double suicide would be fulfilled if he died and so did Chuuya, and Dazai sighed and later clutched the radio to his chest, denying he wanted it to happen?

Was it casual when, in the subtitles for the stage play of Storm Bringer, Dazai said that Chuuya is human because “he would like me more if he were an artificial string of characters”?

Was it casual when one of the first things Dazai talked about after making his first-ever friend, Oda Sakunosuke, was how he met his partner, Chuuya?

Was it casual when Dazai blew up Chuuya’s car, sewed “hatrack” onto his coat, but never touched the motorcycle Albatross gave him or Rimbaud’s hat?

Was it casual when Chuuya opened a bottle of Petrus to celebrate Dazai’s departure, but said it with the most sour and saddened expression while implying he was alone?

Was it casual when Dazai got himself imprisoned by the Port Mafia, and while he could’ve just walked away, he waited there just to see Chuuya again after four years?

Was it casual when Dazai still had Chuuya’s phone number saved after he left, and Chuuya called him while drunk multiple times?

Was it casual when Dazai could still recognize Chuuya’s breathing patterns after four years of no contact?

Was it casual when, after four years and Dazai having a new partner at the agency, they still view and call each other’s partners?

Was it casual when, knowing it was just for show and Chuuya wouldn’t believe him, Dazai admitted that they did connect and that they were destined for a future where they were still together and possibly alive?

Was it casual when, after four years of not seeing each other, on the first mission, Chuuya still cared for Dazai getting hurt and didn’t want him to die?

Was it casual when Dazai looked pissed when Fyodor called his bond with Chuuya “shallow,” even though he knew they were putting up a show?

Was it casual when Dazai, knowing Chuuya wasn’t a vampire, recalled their moments together in the mafia as tender?

Was it casual when, in Wan! (which, by the way, is a canon alternate parallel universe), Chuuya admits that what he feels towards Dazai isn’t hate, but some complicated feelings?

Was it casual when in every universe, they are destined to meet and have an impact on each other’s life, whether it’s good or destructive?

Was it casual when in Dead Apple (anime), and so in the original world, Dazai defined Chuuya’s trust as beautiful because he used corruption while Dazai could’ve been dead, while in the Beast universe (movie), Dazai had to force Chuuya to trust him to use corruption?

Was it casual when in the Beast movie, Chuuya went on a rampage after Dazai’s death because Dazai never even told him why he would leave him alone?

Was it casual when Chuuya believed that Dazai, a suicidal maniac, was alive even when no one else did?

Was it casual when “the corruption in Chuuya’s body had already disappeared. Dazai had nullified it. He placed a hand on Chuuya’s cheek where it had been punched and smirked slightly. ‘So this is how you wake Snow White? Kinda violent, don’t you think?’”?

Was it casual when, in Wan!, it is confirmed that Dazai has talked about Chuuya so much that Atsushi subconsciously calls him that way out of habit?

Was it casual when, in Anthologies, Chuuya said that he and Dazai had an inseparable bond?

Was it casual when the director of Dead Apple, Takuya Igarashi, commented on their relationship in a bonus interview for the DVD, saying, “More than friends, they can understand and communicate as if they are one soul in two different bodies”?

Was it casual when Dazai and Chuuya talked about their favorite kind of dates to each other?

Was it casual when Asagiri confirmed that Chuuya is the only one who can predict and understand Dazai’s true motives?

Was it casual when the official art put them in romantic scenarios that are pretty common in Yokohama culture?

Was it casual when in official arts, Dazai and Chuuya are often seen with red camellias, which are often given as a gift to express love and passion, pink camellias, known to express longing, and white roses, which represent respect, reverence, and remembrance, often used to honor loved ones and express sympathy?

[sleepymarmot]

really enamored with Jacob and Sam's interpretation that Louis was phantom threading Lestat in the s1 finale. Louis bleeding Lestat out and sending him to have a time out in the trash like "You just need to settle down a little". Lestat's famous last words "Kiss me mon cher before I'm sick" (with all the blood that's about to flow from the slashing wound in his throat)

[kedreeva]

I saw you refer to a progressive pied aka vitiligo variant in a prior post, expressing your displeasure about old heads ignoring your concerns regarding the gene. Is there a post where you speak about this incident in more detail, or if not, would you be willing to do so?

The incident is PROBABLY preserved on the BYC forums, or at least the public part of it.

There's really not more to it than that. Someone posted photos of a bronze bird who had white spots but who had hatched with no white spots, and described that the white areas had gotten and were continuing to get bigger. They were calling it progressive pied, and people were clamoring for it. I noted that it wasn't "pied" it was almost certainly vitiligo, including if I recall correctly, posting photos of other animals (in particular a black cat with white spots) that were afflicted, and that it was the result of pigment cell death. They continued (and continue today) to call it progressive pied and unfortunately they've fucked around long enough to find out it's autoimmune and birds go blind and/or die young after fairly rapid health decline. There are wider efforts NOW being made to curb the spread and educate people, but it's too little too late, the genes responsible are already spread in ways that bronze and cameo and opal lines carry a decent chance of having it pop up if you pair the wrong animals, and it could be in ANY line that traces back to that initial bird.

[foggyinphx]

Saw someone who has seen the whole season say that this first season of Daredevil Born Again could have been a 2 hour movie to set up season 2 free of the original DDBA footage, which honestly just reaffirms in my mind that episodes 1, 8, and 9 are going to be one cohesive narrative.

Does episode 1 seem rushed and unresolved and unexplained? It's because we've only seen act 1 of our 3 act play.

[erasumi]

There are 1,905 works in isat on ao3. I will be reading all of them. Every single one.

[melobin]

wonbin who mocks you for being shaky and crying during sex 🙂‍↕️

[risingsunresistance]

dodging the massive problem here just to read between the lines is crazy, the dick sucking on display is INSANE

[tswiftupdatess]

The words 'Swifties' 'TTPD' and 'tsttpd' now have a golden tag on Instagram Threads!