#all while being that mad figure we all know that wants to be immortal but ofc he will not put himself in danger yet

[hyakunana]

I don't know how to explain about the Braytech lore in a LoP AU setting — so instead I made concepts.

[llamagoddessofficial]

@mothiepixie's art has dragged me kicking & screaming back into my Death God Sans obsession

so here's a concept I've been rolling around in my head for an updated scaryboy...

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He was cloaked, head to toe, in black. Sweeping robes, black as the night, that seemed to draw in any light around them. Though delicate chains of silver decorated his shoulders and waistline, he had nowhere near the degree of finery one would expect from such an ancient and powerful being.

... He looked over his shoulder at your approach. His face was veiled. The veil itself was beautiful, as black as his cloak, the edges embroidered with fine thread that caught the light like stars. No one had ever survived glimpsing beneath that veil. Legends told of curious Gods peering when they should not- being driven mad instantly upon seeing the face of Death.

Immortals simply were not made to comprehend their existence coming to an end.

“... what a pleasant surprise.” He mused. “hello, little goddess.”

“S-Sans.” You couldn’t look at him long. “I-I... want to talk...”

... A sigh escaped him. He turned to you, fully, a great figure of black ash and silence. When he spoke, he sounded... regretful.

“of course you do.”

“I-it’s... it’s my friend. A nymph. She’s...”

He spoke gently. “i know what you're going to ask, so please do not ask me. i don’t want to have to refuse you.”

You didn't know why Sans had a soft spot for you. Other Gods and Goddesses had attempted to befriend him, attempted to gain his favour. They were always rebuffed- sometimes aggressively. You were the only one whose friendliness he ever reciprocated.

“She’s going to die." You almost choked on your words. "There... there must be something you can do, I...”

“i can’t.” His words carried the finality of someone who had been asked this question more times than he could count. “if i make one exception, the world will know. and then i’ll have to make a hundred more.”

The hope was draining from you. This is what you had feared most. “I-I won’t tell anyone. I... Please.”

“there are rules i have never bent.” He said, softly. “i cannot start now.”

...

You looked away. Though you knew you had no right to, considering he was only doing what he'd been made to do, you still felt hurt. “... I suppose you’ve had this conversation many times.”

A pause.

“... yes.”

“After a while it must get amusing.”

The veil shifted, slightly.

“i know you did not mean that.”

... You immediately felt regret biting at the back of your tongue. Of course he wouldn't be amused, what a horrible thing for you to say. He didn't choose this existence- and he certainly didn't choose to have his heart hardened by centuries of desperate people clawing at the bottom of his robes.

“... I’m sorry." You said, small. "I shouldn’t have come.”

...

“wait.”

In an instant, Sans was far closer to you, close enough that you could reach out and trace your hands across his robes. Great black wings, each taller than you, circled you; the veil fluttered for a moment, you thought you saw something glint beneath them that definitely wasn’t the light glancing off the fine silver embroidery. 

“... there is a way.”

You stopped, heart jumping in a mixture of hope, and apprehension at his proximity. His aura was overpowering. “There is?”

“making exceptions for the way my soul turns would not be acceptable." His head tilted. "however... making exceptions for kin...”

You wished you could see his face. Anything to clue you as to you what was going on. “... Kin?”

“your friend would be my kin, if you were my wife.”

... 

Your jumping heart stopped in your chest.

“... Your... wife.”

“it would be in name only. i cannot give you children. and... i would understand if you sought intimacy elsewhere.”

You felt yourself tearing up. You didn’t understand. “But... what’s the point, then? Why would you want me as a wife, if you know I won’t give you affection or children?” 

“do we have a deal?”

...

What other choice did you have? He could probably see it written all over your face.

“close your eyes.” He said, softly.

... You did. 

You heard nothing. But you felt something draw close, you felt that overwhelming aura intensity, a power that drifted across your skin like spiderwebs... it smelled like obsidian, in your mind’s eye it was the deepest shade of midnight. 

A hand on the small of your back. 

“do not open them.” His voice was so near. So near you felt it in your chest and throat.

... So near, that when you heard the sound of thin fabric being lifted, you could almost count the threads.

Breath against your cheeks. Instinctively, your hands came up, catching in his silken robes. Your frozen heart started pounding all over again.

... Pressure, on your lips. Gentle, warm, much warmer than you expected. The barest, softest touch... but it lingered long enough for you to sense that it was the touch of someone who was restraining themselves.

You didn't expect the kiss of Death to feel so loving.

As fast he had come, the warmth retreated from your lips, the hand retreated from your back. His cloak slipped out of your grip.

...

You opened your eyes. Sans was a few feet away from you.

... You didn’t need to be able to see his face to know he was smiling.

[blueiight]

in the book, i think paul’s death , the frenieres and their connection via slavery are more important mortals to book louis than his sister or mother. they both remain unnamed figures, tertiary symbols for how immortality and time strip u away from the mortal sphere. we have kalyne’s acting and the show to thank for making her a complex character.

the show elevates the entire du lac family dynamic imo, paul’s one-dimensional fanaticism becomes a compelling sort of religious psychosis - a mad black man clinging to faith in a world that gave him very few other options. the ‘asylum in jackson’ at their time was a segregated facility that made their patients build the infrastructure themselves. the last sunrise book louis saw of his sleeping sister becomes the last sunrise show louis saw - his younger brother killing himself the morning after his sister’s wedding.

paul is also an introduction for the ‘roles louis (and paul, who is unable to) has to play’. unable to mask, paul propositions a lady of the night with the word of god. louis, who ‘did not want to draw a knife on [his] brother, but couldnt afford to look weak on liberty’, threatens paul. lestat is seduced not by the act alone, but the tempest in louis’s mind as he commits it. it is paul’s suicide that is the last time louis sees the sunrise, and grace + florence’s subsequent responses to it that drive louis in the drunken haze he was in before/while being turned. with the loss of paul, louis is the sole ‘aberration’ of their family while grace is the ‘good sister’ as kalyne coleman worded it.

grace’s arc in the show is rendered a fascinating parallel to louis’s. as pointed out in many gifsets + the like, grace is married proper while louis has a bloody vow of immortality in st. augustine’s. also grace, whos able to be properly married with children of her own, her expected role as a (cis) woman of her age, v. louis, whos rendered an immortal placee, who nearly eats his own nephew and weeps bc he cannot have ‘children of his own’ (unlike grace, is whats unsaid).

he desires to have a family to complete his companionship, and also to be in an ‘aberrant’ role for a man of his age. louis, in his adoption of claudia in the next episode, then brings her to the first time to his mother’s funeral, with a ‘family of his own’ to protect him from his mortal family’s dispute.

grace is also rendered a sort of babette here, as a mortal observer to louis’s immortality, who watches him be gradually removed from their day, and ends up parting with louis on vaguely similar notes - fear of the devil in louis.

but where babette was terrified of book louis (& lestat, though she gave no indication of knowing they were both there) bc of his oppressive hunting of the people in his capture, bc louis+ lestat were threatening her for a way to escape to new orleans; grace in the show was burying the memory of the brother she once had, lost to the abstract devil that is immortality. its a coda, a sequel of sorts to the confrontation at the du lac mansion in episode 3, where florence calls louis the devil. grace buries louis with him standing there. the makeup is dubious, but grace is meant to be older as indicated by her attire + dialogue (“prayed myself old thinkin bout u”). babette’s departure from the narrative segways claudia’s entry, but in the show, grace’s departure from the narrative marks a turning point for claudia and louis. claudia watching louis weep over his own grave makes her believe she was ‘made to be louis’s sister’, and louis losing his last mortal connection marks a turning point that opens him for further abuse that very episode ends on.

all of this is to say this is an extremely compelling depiction of siblinghood, and how love can be lost and/or estranged between family.

[nightshadow1607]

Aizawa: I'm not mad, I just want to know why you two need a fake ID?

Midoriya: *mumbles*

Aizawa: What was that?

Shinsou: *sighs* You need to be over 18 at PetCo to hold the puppies

--

Izuku: *does something reckless*

Iida: Midoriya, how could you do this? You are so reckelss!

Also Iida: *goes after Stain to murder him*

--

Kid Izuku: So I have this nice rock

Kid Izuku: Kacchan gave it to me

Kid Bakugou: I threw it at you

Kid Izuku: Kacchan is so cool

--

Vigilante/Villain Izuku, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem here, officer?

Tsukauchi: Get out of my car

--

Shigaraki: Time for plan G

Mr. Compress: Don't you mean plan B?

Shigaraki: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties

Himiko: What about plan D?

Shigaraki: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago

Twice: What about plan E?

Shigaraki: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E

Dabi: I like plan E

--

Sero: Why are you smiling?

Bakugou: What? Can't I just be happy?

Kirishima: Midoriya tripped and fell down the stairs

--

Vigilante Izuku: Physically I'm here but spiritually I'm lying in a Waffle House parking lot somewhere, slowly bleeding out from several stabbing wounds

Vigilante Shinsou: Mood

--

Bakugou, angrily: ARE YOU-

Todoroki: fucking

Bakugou: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Todoroki: fucking

Bakugou: IDIOT

Uraraka: ... what was that?

Todoroki: Aizawa-sensei banned Bakugou from swearing, so I volunteered to help him out

--

Hizashi: WHY AREN'T THERE ADULT-SIZED PLAYGROUNDS?!

Nemuri: Like, everything is the same as kids' playgrounds but bigger! Why don't we have those?!

Aizawa: Theme parks. Just theme parks

Hizashi: but you have to PAY for theme parks!

Aizawa: That's the adult part

--

Young Aizawa: I want to be a caterpillar

Young Oboro: Elaborate

Young Aizawa: Eat a lot, sleep for a while. Wake up beautiful

Young Hizashi: You know that they have a lifespan of like two weeks, right?

Young Aizawa: That's another highlight-

Young Oboro & Hizashi: Shouta, NO--

--

Hizashi: Truth or Dare?

Shinsou: Truth

Hizashi: How many hours have you slept this week?

Shinsou: Dare

Aizawa: Go to sleep

Shinsou: I don't like this game

--

Izuku, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, parental figure

Aizawa, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child

--

Jirou: You remind me of the ocean

Shinsou: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Jirou: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people

--

Dabi: Here's a funny idea: We hang a mistletoe, bit instead of kissing the person underneath, we have to fight them.

Kurogiri: We are not doing this

Himiko, nodding: Mistlefoe

Magne: Don't encourage her!

--

Vigilante Izuku: *breaks a window while Shinsou is sleeping*

Vigilante Izuku: Hey Toshi, I-- Stop screaming, It's me-- I need help

--

Bakugou: Did you guys buy the eggs I asked?

Mina: Even better!

Bakugou: ...what did you do?

Kaminari, holding a chicken: Here!

Mina: Her name is Kyle!

--

Immortal Izuku: Fuck, I wanna die!

Aizawa: Language

Immortal Izuku: Hickity heck, I crave death

--

Yagi: Aizawa-san, call the kids. They're not listening to me

Aizawa: I'm not their dad

Yagi: Just do it

Aizawa, to Class 1-A: *sigh* Okay everyone! Line up, we're going back to the dorms!

Class 1-A: *immediately following like ducklings*

Yagi:

Aizawa: NO! listen, LISTEN, I'm not their--

--

Aizawa: Hello, people who don't live here

Hizashi: Heya!

Nemuri: Hi!

Tensei: Hello!

Aizawa: I gave you the key for emergencies

Hizashi: We were out of food

--

Vigilante Izuku, talking to Shinsou: If I run and jump at Eraser, he will definitely catch me

Vigilante Izuku: *runs at Aizawa*

Aizawa: KID, NO, I'M HOLDING COFFEE--

Aizawa: *drops coffee to catch Izuku*

--

Shinsou: *recording videos with Class 1-A* I have no intentions of being friends

Shinsou: *playing videogames with everyone* You're all stepping stones to my success

Shinsou: *baking a cake for Kaminari's birthday* Friends are a distraction

Shinsou: *in a group hug* Disgusting

--

Vigilantes Izuku and Shinsou: *watching the neighborhood kids play*

Vigilante Shinsou: Look at them. They're having so much fun. They're so happy

Vigilante Izuku: Yeah

Vigilante Izuku: How long do you think it'll be until they lose their will to live?

Vigilante Shinsou: I don't remember ever having one

Vigilante Izuku: Yeah, those kids are doomed

incorrect quotes because why not? (part 6)

[kaylas-world-0]

is bullfrog date headcannons okay?

A/N: Of course~ And sorry if this is short. I couldn't think anything else to add lol

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 894

Taglist: @blorbostation

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Two things can definitely happen in this scenario. Either Bullfrog dates with you or stays away, he doesn't want to hurt you because of his job.

But right now, with your request we are going with a scenario where he chooses to date you and has close contact, so...

He is already a sweet and kind guy (and wise too). But when it comes to you it just doubles up. He is the dictionary meaning gentleman.

He could do anything for you to see you smile. It includes being silly. Avoiding his jokes isn't even an option.

"Knock knock"

"Not a door joke. God...Who’s there?"

"French"

"French who?"

"French frise!"

He is as honest with you as possible. He doesn't mind anything at all. He is comfortable with you and hoping you are with him too. He just wants you to be yourself with him.

Very affectionate and physical. You don't like PDA? He will drown you with his compliments.

"You look stunning as always, mon amour."

He loves to see your cheeks turn pink. He loves to fluster you. He will flirt if it means he could see that all the time.

"When you're around, I don't need anything else, mi chéri."

You are feeling bad? Exhausted? Sick? He will take care of you. There are no excuses.

You are in danger? Hurt? Oh god. I think for the first time in your life you might have the chance to feel sorry for those kinds of people. You know what I mean?

Bullfrog doesn't get angry very much. But what if he hears that you are being used or harmed? He will then go into fast rescue/kill mode. (I believe he still wouldn't be mad mad but you know)

I don't know why but I feel like killing or getting harmed isn't his breaking point to go mad about it. We need something else (Hopefully I can figure that out one day lol)

He likes to kiss your hands and if possible (because of his height) on your forehead too. You probably need to lay down or kneel for that and he doesn't want to force you. But if you lie down on his lap? Damn, he will melt and donate your face all over with kisses.

He is not someone to get jealous. He trusts you with his whole heart. But that doesn't mean he is not protective over you. If he sees someone bothering you and going too far? He will step in and warn them kindly. If that doesn't work? Oh, well. Have fun watching him give them some senses. What? No, of course he is not gonna beat them up. No, no. That's not his still. Not in public.

He could stare lovingly at you for hours. Tracing your lines. Observing your features. If undisturbed he can do this all day and night.

He can and will be brutally honest when the time is right (not specifically towards you), and sometimes that scares you.

"We are immortal spiritual beings that are embodied in mortal flesh to experience emotions and develop our own destiny, designed by ourselves in our pre-natal life."

"What?"

He is just joking.

He wears casual clothes when he is around you. Like a hoodie and shorts. Something comfortable.

He likes to cuddle with you while you both sit comfortably on your couch, watching something and a blanket around both of you. He LOVES your warmth. So he is gonna steal your hand whenever he gets the chance. Or lean his body on you.

He is very understanding and expects the same from you.

If you prepare breakfast and bring it to him in bed before he wakes up in the morning (which is a bit difficult, I'm sure he will always wake up before you), he may or may not start crying in happiness.

You can't sneak up behind him so no surprise attacks. It's not always end up like you planned it would be. He always somehow sensed it even before you had the idea.

"Agh, come on! At least can't you pretend you didn't know? It's impossible to surprise you!"

"Well, sorry, mi chérie, but you are a bit too obvious."

"That's not true!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pretend next time."

He couldn't. He just acts on instinct; you can't blame him for it. It happens unintentionally

"I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday, damn it!"

"Oh?" He is in tears from happiness.

He is not playing around when he told you that he loves you. You are his one and only.

Dates are either on rooftops or in your house.

He will never let you disrupt your sleep routine for him.

You are having trouble with something? Always having nightmares or you just can't sleep? Or having trouble eating? He will be there every second of it to help you.

He is not innocent. Of course you know that. He knows his place and he respects your boundaries and thoughts.

He feels intimate with you.

He loves any kind of fruit. I can see him sitting on the couch eating apple slices with you.

He becomes really awkward when he doesn't know what to do about something or gets really flustered.

He will support you with anything you will and can do.

LOTS OF PET NAMES IN FRENCH

[writing-fanics]

hihihi can i req a morpheus x reader when he gets mad at his wife (reader) for doing something he specifically told her not to? then he gives her silent treatment until she starts crying bc i KNOW that man is not forgiving to people he loves a lot

morpheus x f!reader

a/n: what y/n did is up to you to speculate

“I-I’m sorry.” (Y/n) said, looking down at her hands. Fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. As her husband glared at her with anger in his eyes.

“I specifically, told you not to interfere. Why cant you my own wife listen to me?” He asked, as he glared at his wife.

“I-I only wanted to help.” She said, looking up at her husband for whom she loved dearly.

“I’m not in need of your help.” He says, and he walked closer to her his tall form towering over her.

“I’m not weak like I was after my imprisonment. I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been.” His voice deepened, and she stared into his eyes he was mad at her for interfering.

“Don’t ever interfere again.” He says, her lower lip began to quiver. “I’m sorry.” She said, as quickly backed away and left him alone in the throne room.

Hours passed and (Y/n) was getting ready for bed. When Morpheus entered the bedroom to get something. She turned towards him, “C-Can we talk?” She asked, he didn’t even acknowledge her, “Morpheus, can we please talk about it?” She asked, watching as he ignored her as he got what he needed.

“Love, please talk to me.” She pleaded, walking closer but by the time she reached him he’d already exited the room. Did she really do the wrong thing? Did he hate her now? Was he going to leave her?

So many thoughts rushed through her head. She knew he’s had many past lovers all of them went sour. Was she next?

She didn’t want to be she loved him more than anything. When he asked her to marry her it was the happiest moment in her entire immortal life. Being able to be with the love of her life. He was her dream.

And now for her that all felt like it’s all coming to an end. Falling to the ground tears brimmed her eyes as she cried; hugging her knees to her chest.

As the days went by Morpheus continued to ignore his wife. Was he going a bit too far yes. He’d admit that. But he was letting his ego get the better of him.

“Morpheus, darling. Please talk to me.” She pleaded, and he ignored her not listening as he read through the books. “I-I know I shouldn’t of interfered. But please don’t punish me with your silence.” She begged, while walking up the stairs towards his throne.

“Please, I love you.” Her voice broke as tears rolled down her cheeks. He looked up at her hearing her voice crack. He stayed silent and she looked down, turning around and walking down the stairs.

Sniffling as she exited the throne room. Seeing tears in her eyes broke him, he really messed up. Closing the book in his hands placing it by his throne, he walked down the stairs.

Making his way to their shared bed chambers. He could hear her tiny sniffles as he entered the room, he turned towards the bed.

He saw her curled up figure hiding under the sheets as she cried. He sat down on the bed, “My love,” He said, and she shuffled under the blankets.

“I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.” He says, and she stayed under the blanket. Knowing she was paying him back with the silent treatment he continued.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt my love. I know you’re only trying to help. Even though you’re immortal I can’t bear the sight of seeing you in harms way.” He says, leaning down laying beside her form.

“I’m sorry my love.” He says, lifting up the blanket and he saw her looking at him. Face red and cheeks puffy, wiping away her tears.

“Just talk to me.” She says, and he nods as he went under the blankets with her and held her close to his chest.

[onnoffwrites]

I have been losing my shit over this damn panel for the past THREE DAYS (more or less) and I need to yell somewhere so it's gonna go here.

It all began when I was writing my fic (I think this was for My Immortal), and I needed to recap significant hakukai moments. And I remembered "hey, I should include this one thing saguru said during sunset manor that was stupidly super gay for no fucking reason" bc like, yea hakukai not canon, but if canon was gonna give me a whole ass confession then I might as well use it. So, like always, I head to mangadex to look for this panel... Except... It's not there... The line... The line's not there... But I remember... I remember something about "the only one to disrupt/disturb my thinking/mind"... Where... I didn't imagine that right? I mean I read a lot of google translated Chinese fanfics but... I REMEMBERED reading that line... In a manga... In English... ON mangadex...

This is where I should mentioned, that if you weren't around for the Great Collapse of Mangadex. Then... Well, so there was this period of time where mangadex just DIDNT EXIST. Bc there was some cyber?? Attack??? On the site??? I can't fully remember. But it like wiped out most of the site. The mangas r just, gone. So mangadex fixed it. It took a while bc they figured "might as well revamp our site and system". And they did. And it's great. And it looks beautiful now, even more than before.

But see. The line I remembered? Yea... Yea that was from before The Collapse. And mangadex let multiple translation groups submit their translations. So u can read diff translations of diff group, see how things are interpreted differently... And... I remembered this one, that I posted here up top, but I remembered there was another. One that had The Line.

And it was driving crazy so, like usual, I asked my cn friend. But my cn friend (why am I still saying that, it's @beingvv , that's the friend) has A Life, and isn't always online, and we love that for ppl. So. I'm still crazy. I can't trust my own damn mind and memory bc why tf do I remember something that isn't there (happened before btw, but that has nothing to do with this).

Luckily, I have a friend who knows jp. UNLUCKILY, I don't have the jp raws and it's from chapter 300 and we are in the thousands. So, I went back to losing my mind. Until I found it again, and realized. Heyyyyyyy there's a whole ass ANIME. So like the baggage my dear friend had the misfortune to be saddled with, I went to find the ep, timestamped it, yelled begged them for help.

This is where I lose my damn mind the first time in the recent weeks.

(thank you my dear piglet, u don't even go here but u tolerate my insanity)

THIS. THIS WAS THE LINE. THATS WHAT I REMEMBERED.

So, I feel a little more sane (bc my mind didn't fabricate a memory again) and also A LOT more insane bc WHY WOULD U SAY THAT, HAKUBA SAGURU 😭😭😭 WHY WOULD U SAY IT LIKE THAT 😭😭😭

In any case I feel validated. Told beingvv about my discoveries (for whenever they come back) not that they need it cn fandom already got the correct translation. And finished writing my fic.

And then Saguru's comeback was announced.

So I've been losing my shit for 3 days on twitter, looking at all my fave KR and JP accounts and the things they say.

And then someone dug up and old tweet thread that talked about this panel. Specifically, op talked about the nuance in the word choice used.

Here's the og thread if anyone wants to read or Google translate it urself.

(mkppyong my love, bless you)

Bc mkppyong talked to a jp acquaintance about ??? Uh I dunno just language I guess. POINT IS. They pointed out that gosho used specific words/phrases that really wasn't needed if all he wanted to say was "the only one who drives me crazy/mad." But he did used them. It's specifically "his thoughts/mind" that's being driven crazy. And that if he wants to just talk about Saguru's mind being disrupted/confused, then there's rly no need to use the words "go crazy"

And then they wrote out a whole symbolism about clocks and saguru and being broken down/disrupted and I lost my shit over the clock symbolism, sue me 😭😭😭

I don't think I'm making sense anymore bUT WAIT, THERES MORE, THE FINAL BLOW

THE THAI TRANSLATION

This is where I expose myself more than I ever want to, but here's a fact. I'm thai

Here's a second fact. I'm SHIT at Thai. I've been bad at this language before I got good at English. My Thais as good as an elementary student. Every time I understand difficult words I get confused bc where did I know THAT from???

In any case, point is, I saw that tweet, read the text, immediately understood it and began losing my shit all over again... And then I doubted... Bc like, I'm not good with this lang anymore... Maybe im understanding it wrong? So I look up Google.

Google: คลุ้มคลั่ง just means go crazy

So I was like, damn guess I'm wrong, read too much into this. BUT SEE BC I LIVE HERE I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARENT A DISGRACE. And so my friend said:

SO WELCOME TO MY THIRD ROUND OF INSANITY.

HAKUBA SAGURU WHY WOULD U SAY THIS SHIT IN FRONT OF LIKE NINE OTHER PPL 😭😭😭😭😭 BOY WHY R U TELLING THEM UR OBSESSED 😭😭😭 youre driving ME crazy 😭😭😭

So. Here we are. At the end. I have no idea how tf I'm supposed to end this post. I'VE been obsessed for 3 days straight. I don't have a lot of braincell left in me (there weren't any to begin with). I don't have a statement to wrap this post up in a nice little bow. Go make ur own conclusion I dunno.

But I would not have been losing my shit over this stupid panel for a month if it wasn't for the fact that eng translation was missing a pretty crutial thing in what Saguru said. I don't know if this was a mistranslation or a misunderstanding or something, but the English translation was lacking. And I love and have always been thankful and grateful to the ppl who worked hard to translate mangas in their free time, and do it all for free, bc I haven't had any real way to rent/borrow mangas from renting shops/libraries in years. So this was one of the only ways I can read mangas. But, even as I checked the raw panel with Google lens just now, even google translate it as "the only one to make my thoughts go round." No where was there any mention of "case" and "solving." So that's just, multiple accounts of ppl who knows jp, including native jp speakers, all saying that this panel is Saguru saying "the only one to drive me crazy". And man I rly hope this doesn't make me come off as ungrateful or like shitting on the translation team, I'm rly not. But yea. Uh. The translation was wrong. And I remembered that there used to be a diff eng translation. And it led me to go to all this trouble and journey to find out what was actually said. And here we are, at the end.

The only one who could disrupt Saguru's thinking.

The only one who could disturb Saguru's mind.

The one whose sole existence drives him mad.

The only one to make his mind obsess over till he's driven to madness.

Or to use the symbolism mkppyong wrote: the only one to break down the clock, the precise and accurate mechanism, that is Hakuba Saguru.

[aliceismypixie]

The villain of my story ∥ Early motherfuckers

Summary - "The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story" or atleast that's what they say. No one knew why you became what you are. But you wanted your revenge on Isabella Marie Swan and you were ready to do anything to have it.

Pairing - Twilight x villain!reader

Pronoun - she/her (but can be read as a male reader or gn reader)

Warning - mention wanting to kill people, full Y/n's pov, Restaurant and Y/n being somewhat bestie, mention of being in cage (well Rasberry is being held hostage so)

Words count - 1.36k~

Set - After Breaking-Dawn Part 2

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

Hear me out. You didn't particularly like to have a ten-looking-year-old two year old talking your ears off every single moment when she was awake. And you didn't particularly liked her mother, nor her father either. They're relationship was hella toxic, how can they not leave each other that much ? But anyways, you may didn't like her family or her in general but she was a child. And trust me when I say you had a soft spot for children.

See growing up you didn't have the best childhood ever. Foster care, unloving parents, fake ass older sister that you're about to kill. Anyways overall, your childhood was shit. And you may be a very bitter and revengeful immortal child, but you could never stay mad at some children. You just couldn't.

Which was exactly why you found yourself laying on your couch with Ratatata Resnesmee, letting her tell you about her two first years of living while eating a peanut butter sandwich. Well she was eating, you were trying your best not to be disgusted by the smell of peanut butter.

"...And you know what ?" Renesmee exclaimed all excited and you gave her your best fake smile.

"No, tell me." You were trying to sound as excited as her. Key word trying.

"Uncle Jasper throwed Uncle Emmett in forest and he took down five trees due to how much force Uncle Jasper throwed him !" The young hybrid told you with a laugh and you tried to give her your best smile.

You loved children okay ? But you two have been talking for five hours straight and all you wanted to do was to go back to your stereotypical villain's plan wall and try to make your plan as flawless as possible. Obviously your plan was already flawless, but we all know that the hero somehow always succeeds in finding a tiny mistake and taking down the evil in five minutes. But that wasn't the only reason you wanted to go back to your super villain's plan wall.

The other reason was that you wanted to let out your super villain's evil laugh that only you can have and that echoed throught your lair while your shadow rose up and your figure slowly disappeared from the view. You know the moment a dramatic music plays in the background while the villain take a final look at their plan's and laugh super loudly for no reason ? Well you wanted that.

That was one of the perk of being the villain, you could do all the badass stuff and it was totally in character.

"You're thinking about your super villain's wall aren't you ?" The young weird hybrid child asked, catching your glance to the other room.

"Honestly ? Yes. Your talk is boring me like crazy." You replied and she shrugged.

"Can't blame you, your wall is cool." Renesmee acknowledged.

She wasn't very offended. At least not anymore. She's been living with your for the past eight days and except your bad temper, mood swings and constant annoyed face, your company was enjoyable. She even found you cool from time to time.

Like the time you showed her your super villain wall for the first time. She was totally amazed by it. The red string linking every single part of your plan, the whole organization of the pictures, the entire process of being a villain that you explained to her proudly by pointing at each part of your plan. She was astonished by your intelligence and it honestly almost made her want to be a villain.

You also explained to her that her villain backstory could start with her existance. She would be the villain of the entire vampire empire, taking over the Volturi who tried to kill her when she was only one and take her revenge on all those who wanted to kill her. Starting with her family who didn't want Isabella to give birth in the first place. And damn Redivide could see herself at the top of the vampire empire with you by her side as a thanks for making her the villain she was destined to be.

But that was a story for another time, in another universe, in another fanfiction.

"Honestly maybe we could add some more glitters―"

"No please no more glitters ! You already filled my villain pictures holder with glitter all over your favorite family members and I let you do it but please no more glitters, my poor immortal eyes can't take some much light. I'm a villain ! I live in the dark !" You complained and she grinned.

"Well maybe that's why your pale as fuck, you have no light in there." Renesmee replied and you gasped.

"Who taught you to swear ?!" You asked.

"Uncle Emmett." She said proudly and you took a sip of your vine glass filled with blood.

"Dang… he's the cool uncle isn't he ?" You questioned and she nodded, causing you to do the same.

"I can be your cool aunt. You know, showing you all the bad stuff and all." You trailed off and Renesmee widened her eyes.

"You could teach me how to hold a knife !"

"And how to use a sword !"

"And how to be all sassy and stuff like you do !"

"I could teach you how to find your super villain signature pose !"

"Oh yeah, we could be such posers together." Renesmee nodded at the thought and you agreed laying back on your with her and putting your feet on the table.

"You know what ? You're my favorite niece." You acknowledged and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm your only niece ?" Renesmee pointed out and you shrugged taking another sip of your drink.

"Still my favorite." You replied and she shrugged at your words.

There was a silence between you two and you could feel that Renesmee had a question but didn't ask, causing you to glare at her a little.

"What ?" You asked half annoyed, half curious.

"You still didn't tell me why you wanted to kill my mother and why you took me here." The hybrid child told and you rolled your eyes.

"You rode my evil speech, you already know why I want your mother to suffer." You replied and she frowned.

"Yeah, but you're not dead, so why want her dead ?" She asked you and you stared at her with an 'are-you-serious?' look.

"Not dead ? Kid, youre talking to a vampire who can manipulate fire. I'm doomed to be a sinner, a danger, a monster because your mother was too selfish to let me have a life. This is my after life, I was mean to be the evil of her story from the beginning now go back in your cage kid." You looked away and Renesmee frowned.

"But your after life could be your second chance to be better !" She protested and you glared.

"I was better before. But I was weaker, now look where it got me. Exactly, now go back to your cell kid. Your time out is over." You pushed her off the couch and Renesmee silently walked toward her cage with a sigh.

You may wonder why she just obeyed your order to literally go back to be a prisoner right ? Well first, you could kill her with a single snap of fingers and also because you were kind enough to give her three hours out of her cage everyday so yeah.

When she was about to close her door, Reconnaissance looked back at you and you tried to ignore the look of pity she was sending you. It wasn't until you locked the door that you finally heard the unfamiliar breathing around the forest. This was also the moment you smelled the eleven unfamiliar scent running around the wood and you clenched your jaw before putting on your coat quickly and Renesmee looked at you confused, her senses being less strong than yours.

"What ? What is it ?" She questioned and you glared at her before closing the door behind her.

"Hey !" Her voice echoed from inside of the lair while you groaned.

They weren't supposed to be there for another two days, you know you should have sent the letter tomorrow !

"Early motherfuckers."

[kaylaz-world-00]

Anon: is bullfrog date headcannons okay?

A/N: Of course~ And sorry if this is short. I couldn't think anything else to add lol

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 894

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Two things can definitely happen in this scenario. Either Bullfrog dates with you or stays away, he doesn't want to hurt you because of his job.

But right now, with your request we are going with a scenario where he chooses to date you and has close contact, so...

He is already a sweet and kind guy (and wise too). But when it comes to you it just doubles up. He is the dictionary meaning gentleman.

He could do anything for you to see you smile. It includes being silly. Avoiding his jokes isn't even an option.

"Knock knock"

"Not a door joke. God...Who’s there?"

"French"

"French who?"

"French frise!"

He is as honest with you as possible. He doesn't mind anything at all. He is comfortable with you and hoping you are with him too. He just wants you to be yourself with him.

Very affectionate and physical. You don't like PDA? He will drown you with his compliments.

"You look stunning as always, mon amour."

He loves to see your cheeks turn pink. He loves to fluster you. He will flirt if it means he could see that all the time.

"When you're around, I don't need anything else, mi chéri."

You are feeling bad? Exhausted? Sick? He will take care of you. There are no excuses.

You are in danger? Hurt? Oh god. I think for the first time in your life you might have the chance to feel sorry for those kinds of people. You know what I mean?

Bullfrog doesn't get angry very much. But what if he hears that you are being used or harmed? He will then go into fast rescue/kill mode. (I believe he still wouldn't be mad mad but you know)

I don't know why but I feel like killing or getting harmed isn't his breaking point to go mad about it. We need something else (Hopefully I can figure that out one day lol)

He likes to kiss your hands and if possible (because of his height) on your forehead too. You probably need to lay down or kneel for that and he doesn't want to force you. But if you lie down on his lap? Damn, he will melt and donate your face all over with kisses.

He is not someone to get jealous. He trusts you with his whole heart. But that doesn't mean he is not protective over you. If he sees someone bothering you and going too far? He will step in and warn them kindly. If that doesn't work? Oh, well. Have fun watching him give them some senses. What? No, of course he is not gonna beat them up. No, no. That's not his still. Not in public.

He could stare lovingly at you for hours. Tracing your lines. Observing your features. If undisturbed he can do this all day and night.

He can and will be brutally honest when the time is right (not specifically towards you), and sometimes that scares you.

"We are immortal spiritual beings that are embodied in mortal flesh to experience emotions and develop our own destiny, designed by ourselves in our pre-natal life."

"What?"

He is just joking.

He wears casual clothes when he is around you. Like a hoodie and shorts. Something comfortable.

He likes to cuddle with you while you both sit comfortably on your couch, watching something and a blanket around both of you. He LOVES your warmth. So he is gonna steal your hand whenever he gets the chance. Or lean his body on you.

He is very understanding and expects the same from you.

If you prepare breakfast and bring it to him in bed before he wakes up in the morning (which is a bit difficult, I'm sure he will always wake up before you), he may or may not start crying in happiness.

You can't sneak up behind him so no surprise attacks. It's not always end up like you planned it would be. He always somehow sensed it even before you had the idea.

"Agh, come on! At least can't you pretend you didn't know? It's impossible to surprise you!"

"Well, sorry, mi chérie, but you are a bit too obvious."

"That's not true!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pretend next time."

He couldn't. He just acts on instinct; you can't blame him for it. It happens unintentionally

"I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday, damn it!"

"Oh?" He is in tears from happiness.

He is not playing around when he told you that he loves you. You are his one and only.

Dates are either on rooftops or in your house.

He will never let you disrupt your sleep routine for him.

You are having trouble with something? Always having nightmares or you just can't sleep? Or having trouble eating? He will be there every second of it to help you.

He is not innocent. Of course you know that. He knows his place and he respects your boundaries and thoughts.

He feels intimate with you.

He loves any kind of fruit. I can see him sitting on the couch eating apple slices with you.

He becomes really awkward when he doesn't know what to do about something or gets really flustered.

He will support you with anything you will and can do.

LOTS OF PET NAMES IN FRENCH

[theriverbeyond]

☕️ + Cytherea (as a Cyth stan I'm dying to hear your takes on our fave nasty girliepop)

oohhhh hello fellow Cyth fan!!!

i love her. she's awful. she's hot. her character is so fascinating and cool to me for a myriad of reasons that i can't figure out how to fully articulate but i think the biggest opinion i have is She Wanted To Be Like That.

like....i see a lot of fandom sentiment getting really mad at John for "leaving" her like that (aka: still sick), and/or not healing her cancer but 1) pre-lyctorhood he DID do something about it, he froze her cancer's progression and made her immortal just like how he made all his other Canaan House disciples immortal so they could fuck around for a few hundred years while they figured out lyctorhood (side note!! this is for all intents and purposes equivalent to a cure as far as modern medicine is concerned)

and 2) that just doesn't track with what we know of lyctoral power. Harrow was only half a lyctor and she could pad out her fat reserves when it was cold, just by instinct. she was also able to fix theorems to stay active when she was unconscious or asleep or in the River. that level of precise & minute & innate & unconscious control over the body means that there is NO WAY Cytherea was Like That (aka: still sick) unless she very much..... wanted to be like that!! a Lyctor, especially an old, experienced, fully developed Lyctor, would be able to do whatever she wanted to her body and Cytherea chose to be Like That. and why did she want that? i mean who knows. maybe she had a kink for it. maybe it was how she was used to existing and as long as she didn't have to worry about dying then whatever. maybe she liked tricking Augustine and G1deon into doing the dishes for her. who knows!

on a meta level, I really enjoy that Cytherea is Like That (aka: still sick) because that.... is how cancer cures work, actually! i think it's not often talked about in the non-medical/healthcare word, which really sucks for a multitude of reasons, but like.... actual cancer treatment will fuck you up for life. it's less noticible if someone gets cancer at like, 80 or whatever, but kids who have cancer (of which Cytherea was one!) who survive (of which Cytherea was also one!) experience life long and often life altering/impacting late effects. sometimes not dying is worth it, actually! tl;dr Cytherea getting immortality and also still being disabled w/ chronic illness is hot and sexy of her.

also, finally, i think she should get to fuck Gideon. for fun ❤️

send me a ☕️ + topic and i'll give you my opinion on it!

[desertfangs]

Been thinking about what it must’ve been for Daniel to drink from Armand again after they reunited. Was it on the night they met up again for the first time in years? Was it rushed and hot and had Armand gasping in ways he was not prepared for? Did they wait for a few days after the air had cleared a bit and they were more comfortable around each other? Did Armand whisper “here, from my neck” like he used to when Daniel was a mortal man? Or did Daniel ask permission first (he’s a nice boy) and Armand said “but of course, you’re my firstborn, you can have all of me” which prompted Daniel to lift him up with his immortal strength and push him against a wall/table/bed and attempt to drink him dry? Did they share blood before actually kissing? What do you think? 🫣

I think about this all the time and I don’t know! I really don’t! I feel like it could go so many ways with them. Blood drinking is pretty intimate—it’s the only way Armand and Daniel can share thoughts now—and Armand can be a little standoffish when he’s uncertain, and Daniel was probably nervous as hell about fucking things up. I think given everything that had transpired over the past decade and a half, being together again in person probably felt a little tenuous and strange. And in that situation, it would be unwise to jump right into something so intimate and heavy. 

But then again, these two are also known for jumping off a cliff headfirst without looking, especially together, because they encourage and enable one another. So who knows! 

I do think they probably kissed first! I feel like that’s a good starting place and you know, if your fang happens to slip and you nick the other’s tongue well… oops. Oh weird how did that happen, now this kiss is tinged with blood. 🥺🥺 (Daniel is very likely to be the one to “accidentally” scrape Armand’s tongue with his fangs, lol.) 

When it came to Daniel really drinking from Armand, I can totally see them getting hot and heavy after hunting together. All keyed up from the kill, the blood rushing through their veins, not to mention the build up of several nights of furtive glances and short exchanges. Armand might pull Daniel into an alley to kiss him and touch him, and then they’ll fumble with each other’s hair and clothes, trying to figure out where to put their mouths and hands, until suddenly Daniel’s mouth is on Armand’s throat and Armand gives him that little nod or that small touch to the back of his head that means, Yes, do it, and Daniel bites down. 

Or maybe they even make it back to Trinity Gate before the need to be in each other’s veins overcomes them, and they stumble up to Armand’s room and close the door and then all bets are off. Just naked and writhing in the sheets together, not allowing any space between their bodies. 

Of course, it's possible that it took them a few nights or even a week or so. It depends on how fraught things were between them leading up to this and what interactions they’d had over the past decade. I personally imagine they had some awkward phone conversations and maybe one brief in-person encounter (either Armand went to see Daniel with his own eyes while he was mad or recovering or I believe it’s mentioned somewhere that Marius and Daniel had gone to NYC? So in that case I can’t imagine them not stopping by TG or at least meeting up for a coffee or whatever the vampire equivalent is.) But we don’t actually know. 

So if contact has been very sparse and uncomfortable and they aren’t quite ready to let the physical desires overwhelm them—much as they might want to—it might take some time and some quiet conversations on some hard topics. And then it might be less heated at first. It might have started with a soft brush of hair off the throat, a gentle kiss with lingering tongue. And then it escalated from there, but it was probably less frantic. More caressing, more words of love gasped out. 

But no matter when or how it happened, I’m sure that first blood exchange was electric. How did Daniel describe it, like a kiss to his brain? That intense and powerful, and charged with all of the pent up emotions and love they’d been holding in for so long! Not a night they'll forget any time soon for sure.

Thank you so much for the ask, anon!! This is one of my favorite things to think about and I think I’ve answered similar asks before but I honestly I could talk about this and speculate about it for DAYS. I love to hear other people’s theories of how it happened too!

[matenrou-fan]

Can you write a fic about Werewolf ichiro, please

Werewolf! ichiro with GN! s/o

hii darl, you didn't mention any details so I let my fantasy play a little so here we are!! I hope you will enjoy it..!

GNreader, it feels kinda ooc??;; 1110 words;;

'Don't get too deep into the forest, honey. The beast is always watching..'

Well, maybe you should listen to your parents and other people in the village more properly sometimes..

But you were bold and probably a little bit dumb and naive, being absolutely sure it's nothing but fairy tales for little kids to scare them away from the forest and avoid all this headache with searching for these small perishers later. Yet you are not a kid now, then for what all this farce? It's just annoying now.

Especially due to your love for something new and mysterious, and this tempting woodland near your house always amazes you with its beauty, luring you to step in and get to know this place better. It almost feels like it's not the wind swaying the green-pointed bushes, but it's trees waving to you, begging to dance with them…

So how can you resist the magic of nature itself? Never listening to anyone, you were dreaming about getting deeper than for a kilometer or two in this dark green world, exploring all the beauty from the inside.

All the beauty.. But the only thing you're experiencing now is an unbearable level of fear and shock, as you remember all these words that you always treated like something unimportant.

This guy.. Well, actually, he didn't look that bad at first glance, and when you noticed his figure between bushes, you thought that maybe it's just a local madman or maybe the lost alcoholic as his clothes were kinda dirty and torn. But when he gets closer to inhuman speed, knocking you down as his pretty strong hands push your shoulders, you finally fully understand how much you messed up this time. Maybe the last time in your life.

His black messy hair framing his face, in such dark this mad pair of eyes glowing so bright, hypnotize you with a red flash in it. You even can see his fangs from half- opening mouth, as he breathes heavily. Strong smell of forest, like from damp moss or needle-covered path coming from his clothes and dirty hands..

He leans closer, sniffing you almost like an animal. Why 'almost like'? Isn't he actually an animal, that beast everyone told you to avoid?!

"Your fear smells really yummy.." - he chuckled, as a small smirk got across his lips. - "But you're lucky you meet me in my human form, otherwise I would have eaten you already.."

"Haha.. That's why you pinned me like that anyway..?" - despite you trying to sound more chilly, your voice was trembling too much, betraying you.

"Sorry.. I thought you're one of the hunters." - he sighs and gets up, letting you finally breathe a sigh of relief, as you keep laying on the ground, still in shock.

Oh of course, hunters. Some villagers, mostly adult men and oldsters, decided to form something like a team to hunt The beast down. They did not succeed yet, but do love to brag about their sacred mission.

For a moment you both looked at each other and suddenly he extended his hand to help you get up too.

"I'm Ichiro.." - as you get up, he looks at you with a small smile, surprisingly soft and cheerful for someone who's called 'The beast'.

"I'm s/o.." - you mumble confused, not able to hide your curiosity. - "Are you actually.. you know, a beast..?"

"I prefer to be called werewolf, but I think it doesn't really matter, huh..?" - A small sigh escapes his lip and he scratches his head, also kinda confused. - "I think you probably should go home now, you know? I'm not the only beast here, or you wanted to be eaten by some bear?"

"I wanted to stay for a while.." - maybe you should bite your tongue and actually just run home, yet the whole Ichiro's figure and his simple face makes you think about all this stuff about an invincible immortal being in another light. - "If you survive here for so long among these bears and other folks it means you can protect me too?"

"Did you actually call predators of the forest "other folks?" - werewolf scoff, crossing his arms in his chest. - "You're really bold for a young human.."

Despite him calling you young, his appearance in the soft light of the moon didn't look too old either, as if you were almost the same age, actually. You get closer to watch his face more carefully, yet he quickly backs away, suddenly all surprised. Is this small blush on his cheeks?

"And you're really timid for a strong beast.." - you can't help but giggle, enjoying his reaction. It's probably from all this adrenaline you get after such a spectacular introduction from Ichiro, yet you get so playful, feeling that the danger is over now and you actually have a chance to walk around in the depths of the forest.. To explore so many things and especially the most mysterious secret of local folklore, who was standing right in front of you with furrowed brows now.

"I'm just not used to talking with people too much.. Most of the time when I see one I eat them.." - another tired sigh escaped his lips as he looked at you. - "Really, listen, you should go home now. Isn't it kinda late for humans to not sleep? And I also need to bring more food for my brothers.."

"So you're not the one here?!" - you gasp, getting closer and almost grabbing Ichiro's shoulders but stopping yourself at the last second.

For a moment his brows twitch as he realizes what he just blurted out, then he gives up, thinking it's probably easier to tell in full than get rid of you.

"Of course I'm not, I do have a family.." - Ichiro looks up at you again and then smirks. - "I can introduce you to my little brothers, yet don't whine when they'll take you for food, okay? They're more unruly than I am.."

"Did you just say you're kinda obedient in other words? That I can tame you?" - oh, just how easy it actually was to tease this guy, you clearly can see how his cheeks get darker in these shadows as he blush.

"If I'm ready to tolerate you, humans, in my human form, it doesn't mean you can act like that, understand?" - he mumbled but reached for your hand, squeezing it a little. - "Now follow me, or you will get lost in this labyrinth.. It's already pretty late so there's no point for you to return home, so i only let you stay for one night as a small apology, okay? Keep it as our secret…"

[aceghosts]

Which Tragic Greek Figure Are You?

I was tagged by @deputy-morgan-malone, @kittiofdoom, @fourlittleseedlings, @direwombat, and @strangefable to do this uquiz. Than you for tagging me!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @hoesephseed, @thomrainer, @clicheantagonist, @detectivelokis, @derelictheretic, @confidentandgood, @astorythatwritesitself, @captastra, @indorilnerevarine, and anyone else who wants to do this! (Sorry, I'm tired and blanking on names a little.)

Blue Murphy

Bellerophon

chimera-killer, pegasus-tamer, eater of your own soul: icarus flew too close to the sun, but you flew too close to gods who would prefer to remain untouched. could you not find enough joy in being a hero, a husband, a father and a king? olympus will never accept your presence upon its mountaintop, so best quit while you're ahead, before your horse bucks.

Rooney Shepard

Patroclus

clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

Hunter Delaney

Achilles

best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?

Sawyer Beaumont

Arachne

adept arachne, the things which you craft are born from years of careful practice, focused effort, and a drop of divine inspiration. your finished product shows the skills which you have honed over your lifetime, so take pride in that, but don't proclaim yourself a peerless artisan. and, by the gods, show humility when you've been beaten.

Blake Maddox

Cyparissus

young cyparissus, innocent cyparissus, it was all only an accident. your stag, finding relief from the relentless summer sun of Apollo under the forest's trees, did not deserve the cruel wound of your javelin stuck within him, and you did not deserve to inadvertently be the cause of his death. but grief does not care about intent and accidents, does it? even now, your cypress trees cry your mourning tears.

Riley Callahan

Icarus

what is there to be said of icarus? you were warned, yet you persisted, imprudently. but what of your first taste of liberation? the exhilaration that follows the first ray of the sun to touch you as you are, as a free man, makes you drunk on joy. we all know the foolish things that drunken people are capable of. was the fall as thrilling as the flight?

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

1 Hi! Goblin, Eminence Grise is definitely one of the best fics I've read! I really love the atmosphere and plot of it! Alina being engaged to Nikolai while scheming about usurping power with Aleks and banging him - PASS THE POPCORN BITCH. Is darkles sparkles jealous? Nikolai is smart,do you think he'll catch on to Aleks being more than Alina's MeNtOr? Also Aleks is posturing so bad he's deffo at least mad confused his feelings on alina+nikolai

Re: this fanfic

AGCGJFFJJFGJFDGJFSHAAFFJGJGDG thank you! As is probably clear from the fic premise, I love mess lmfao. I put my response under a cut because it gets long

So the short of it is, yes the Darkling is absolutely fucking jealous. He’s cool with it conceptually but uh not in practice. Like “yeah sure the engagement can be useful— *record scratch* why the fuck are you actually acting engaged”

And there are also just layers of power play and scheming for him! I don’t mind getting into it, bc he’s probably not going to have a POV so these details likely won’t make it into the fic at length. But like he was probably irritated af when the betrothal was first arranged. The implication is that it’s pretty much entirely at the whim of the Tsar. So there’s the idea that the Tsar is encroaching on both Grisha business in general and also Alina specifically who he very much considers to be “his”

But it’s not more than irritation for a long while (prior to the scenes we see in the fic) because he’s certain that the coup’s happening imminently. And like at the end of the day he just doesn’t view non Grisha as actual threats/people lol

It’s also been a salve to his ego how uninterested Alina seemed initially and that she seems genuinely distraught at the prospect of like having to end their own affair because of it. So her being varying degrees of dismissive of to actively upset about the engagement is itself enough of a marker of her emotional attachment to him. This man will probably die if he’s not being needlessly manipulative and petty. The entire time he’s probably like “what do you mean you don’t want to marry someone else? why? because you’ll miss me? because you might actually like me? you’ve developed emotional attachments to me? that’s adorable.” He just twists any knife he’s given. And he’s too busy riding that high to really be too upset about like such a quote unquote minor inconvenience. And it certainly helps that Nikolai is away from court most of the time lol, so it’s more of an abstract idea

But! He does show up! And is uncomplicatedly nice to Alina! And ::gasp:: she responds well to that! And that’s where actual jealousy over her feelings and where she might stand actually take root. Up until then any issue the Darkling might’ve had was never from a place of insecurity, only ego and pride

As for Nikolai agdjggh yeah he’s not stupid! I think to an extent, since the Darkling has kind of always fucking been there, and keeps such a distance, no one even knows his name etc, Nikolai kind of perceives him as untouchable? So at this point he’s probably just optimistically hoping that they are not fucking lmao even though he’s aware of uh. vibes

To also get into Nikolai’s perspective more broadly, his initial impression of Alina in this fic verse is not good! IMO it’s a huge shame that we never really get his thoughts on pre Ravkan civil war politics in canon. But like since he has any brain at all I can’t imagine him NOT finding the fuck off powerful immortal wizard, with his own wizard army, that is also practically running the country for his father as incredibly fucking untrustworthy and threatening. And similarly Alina, having swept onto the chessboard as this larger than life savior figure who’s also clearly entirely in the Darkling’s pocket, is just, on very basic principal, someone to be wary of. So with the engagement he neither enjoys the prospect of being further tied down to court nonsense or getting caught in whatever scheme these two obviously have going on

Why and how he gradually warms up to her isn’t really on screen, because the prompt I got was for the moment of a “green-eyed epiphany.” But basically I think he’s jarred by the fact that she’s just as uninterested, seems to have absolutely zero designs on him, but that they get along really well anyway. Nikolai as a character is very centered on performance, so I think it both throws him off and also like. emotionally comprises him lol to be faced with someone who does Not operate like that

Anyway wrt complicated love triangle shenanigans coming to light: this fic is mostly not planned out and I’ve just been writing it as I get prompts and questions about particular events. But a particular event I’ve had in mind for a while is that at some point down the line, the Darkling is going to probably grow impatient and have the Tsar assassinated, deliberately kicking off a succession crisis, and in turn forcing Nikolai’s hand to vie for the throne himself bc Vasily’s useless

Which opens things up for a VERY awkward conversation with all three of them, where the Darkling is like “sooo we will support your claim if you turn a blind eye to our… arrangement :)” and Nikolai is like “I want to die! but okay!” And meanwhile Alina’s extremely conflicted and she’s suspicious that the Darkling’s being Weird but she’s getting to have her cake and eat it too atm so she isn’t going to disrupt it just yet? Which… that’s going to be a really tense and wild sort of new status quo lmfao

Anyway thank you for reading! This ask was very funny and I love having an excuse to talk about my fics 💖💖

[glacecakes]

Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love...

Anne sees her everywhere. In her reflections, out of the corner of her eye. Her white glow, the flaking of her skin like the rustling of leaves. Because she is proof that Anne is just a copy, and her destiny is to die of old age and (probably) become a goddess. All while yearning for a land that Anne knows she no longer has the power to see.

But she's fine! Totally! She's so fine! She doesn't need to talk to anyone or worry them, not when she is the only one who is struggling. She can't hold them down.

But perhaps she can find happiness elsewhere.

Pretend it’s still may 14th shhhhhh

Happy anniversary to the episode that made me so mad I cried for 2 hours straight

This work was inspired by the common AU that Anne is haunted by her white calamity form post-canon. In particular I was inspired by the art of Spix_rave, syrasenturi, kyoryuv, and chaska_draws (go check them out on twitter they're fantastic artists). There's a lot of mental illness depiction going on here, so if the tags or writing upsets you please turn away! A huge chunk of this though is my own projection bc I have been Going Through It and this was very therapeutic to write. Lmao.

Please like/reblog/kudos/comment! It helps a lot!

Excerpt under read more:

“I know you’re here.”

Anne stands in front of the mirror in her bathroom. Her fingers grip the sink so tight her knuckles turn white. If she had any more strength it might even crack. Her gaze stares right through her reflection. It’s a familiar sight; curly hair tied back in a ponytail, green work shirt, those damn brown eyes. Brown, brown, brown, her mother always said she had the prettiest eyes, brown like Jupiter, like the sand on the beach, brown like soil beneath her feet. Not blue, blue like the sky, blue like the raging sea, blue like her gemstone. They haven’t been blue in a long time. Or maybe they never were.

“Are you gonna show yourself?” She asks into the quiet. If someone were to walk in, they wouldn’t see anyone. But she’s not alone, she knows it, just as much as she knows her eyes are brown and not blue, damn you for not being blue.

She shuts her eyes. Counts to ten. When they open, she is in the mirror.

“What do you want from me?” Anne asks, for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time. Or maybe it’s the first time she’s asked. She says nothing, like always. Her hair swoops upward like a lotus flower, eyes like diamonds. Three colors alight her old ratted uniform. Her skin cracks and flakes. Pieces of it evaporate every time she breathes.

Silence rings in the bathroom.

“Why are you here?” Anne asks. “Are you just here to torture me? To remind me of what I used to be?” Used to be, or never was? Is she just an imitation, a flawed copy made in a factory with the wrong serial number? Every piece of her is the same, every digit copied over, and yet the location of the data is different. She is a glitch of code, a rewrite of a file long since erased from the hard drive.

She reaches a hand out. She places it on the mirror.

Anne rears back. Is she trying to crawl through, to claw and tear through reality and death, undo the blessing (curse) that was given to Anne? Is it a mercy? Is it something to fear?

Her eyes line with an indescribable emotion.

“I can’t help you.” Anne rasps. “I’m not you. I’m sorry I’m not you. I want to be you, but I’m not.” she grips her chest. Her shirt wrinkles underneath a shaking fist. “Maybe if I was you, I’d figure out a way to get back. Maybe I’d be happy, I’d still talk to Sasha and Marcy. Maybe I’d see my family again.” Her chest is caving in, it is a black hole, and she is spaghettifying into it, she is a supernova, she is exploding and destroying everything in her path.

She is everything.

She is nothing.

She is immortal.

She never lived.

She punches the mirror.

[colorsofmyseason]

cut me open

Summary: Arsenal players figure out Leandro's secret.

Set sometime not long after Leandro transferred to Arsenal.

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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"So, how old are you?" Rob asks.

The corners of Leandro's mouth twitch slightly. He gets that kind of question a lot, and while it's honestly understandable considering what he is, he doesn't think he'll ever enjoy getting asked about it. Busying himself to pull a small plastic bag full of red liquid out of his satchel and poke a hole in it with his teeth, he replies, perhaps a tad too quickly, "Twenty eight. You could've looked it up on my Wikipedia page."

"Perhaps," Rob agrees, voice calm as if they're just discussing the weather or something equally trivial. "But how long have you been twenty eight, exactly?"

There it is, the imaginary sound of a hammer hitting the nail right in the head. And judging from Rob's small smirk, Leandro knows it's not just a casual question. The center-back knows precisely what he's saying, and he's expecting the right answer as well.

"Who do you think I am, Edward Cullen?" Leandro shoots back, a little harsher than he's intended to be as he thrusts a straw inside his plastic bag. "Am I in The Twilight Saga or something?"

Rob shrugs. "Well, you look like you could be twenty five and two hundred years old at the same time, so I'm just curious."

Silence ensues as the whole table sits waiting for Leandro's answer, much to the Belgian's annoyance. Taking his sweet time sipping the content of his plastic bag, he thinks about what to say. He knows his teammates are cool with him being a vampire, but some things about his life are better left untold, and he doesn't know how they'd react to it. And while he cannot help what he's born as, he doesn't want to be judged.

But the Arsenal players have been kind to him since he arrived there. Almost too kind. Ben showed him around the training ground, Rob introduced him to everyone including the staff, Martin dragged him to the cafeteria so that he can eat together with the other players regardless of his unusual diet. In no time, they've made him part of them, despite only joining in the middle of the season, and he knows that if there's someone who deserves to know the truth about him, it's them.

So, after much deliberation, Leandro says, rather cautiously, "A while. And it's nothing special, I can tell you. Immortality is overrated anyway."

A wide grin splits Rob's face, and Leandro prepares himself for a barrage of questions from his teammates, until he notices Ben thrusting a few pound notes to Aaron under the table.

"Wait, did you guys have a bet about this??" Leandro asks in disbelief. "That's what all this ruse is about?? You're betting about me and my supposed immortality?"

Ben shrugs unapologetically. "Well, we want to know as well, and since it's easiest to ask you ourselves…"

Leandro shakes his head and puts his head inside his arms. "I can't believe this." 

"Hey, don't be mad," Aaron grins, ruffling Leandro's hair. "This is just for fun, you see. We won't judge you for that either, in case you must know, and we won't make you tell us anything that you don't feel comfortable sharing."

"Thanks for that, I guess," Leandro mumbles, still with his head buried.

Ben pats his shoulder. "And when you're finished with your 'meal', don't forget to throw away your blood bag in the yellow bin. It's still considered medical waste, you know."

He gets the middle finger from Leandro in response.

fin