#amid all that

[burnitalldowndarling]

ajskal tumblr has a (weirdly functional) blacklist for a reason. if someone doesn't tag something you (general) think they should... use the secondary blacklist.

you can put in words that show up in the body of tags. like plantcest. or if you don't want to see them at all? put their url and it'll catch it!

Yep, I've used xkit's blacklist myself for years (not sure if you're saying this for me or for the last anon). There was one word in the fic description that should've been caught by any blacklist of the word "plantcest," but clearly that anon would rather send hate than take responsibility for their own fannish experience.

So I said what I said. If somebody can't handle using a blacklist, then they should block me, because my blog is not a safe place for them. Folks who don't know better than to put their hands on a visibly hot stove need to stay out of the kitchen.

[linusbenjamin]

Hannibal | 2.13 'Mizumono'

[platoapproved]

bury all your secrets in my skin come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins

[neversetyoufree]

I think this point got a little lost amid the general fandom glee at Dominique and Vanitas bonding (or at least it did for me), but looking back at chapter 60, the implications that this scene has for Vanitas are fucking wild.

It's not the only aspect of her relationship with him, but a huge cornerstone of Dominique's feelings toward Noé is the fact of her absolutely massive crush on him. Like, as much as she's venting about how he frustrates her, Dominique's thoughts on Noé in this scene are the thoughts of a woman that is canonically in love with him. And Vanitas apparently thinks/feels the exact same way.

As their shared venting reaches its fever pitch, Vanitas and Dominique both reach the exact same ending point. Noé is stubborn and overly straightforward and unrelenting, and both of them feel helpless against it. And they say as much!

They say as much, and then they both cut themselves off and flinch away in the exact same way, as though they've said too much. They've revealed some deeper truth about their feelings and the ways that Noé's force of personality affects them.

Dominique reacts this way presumably because she touched a little too close to the reality of her romantic feelings for him. The thing cut off at the end of "Since he's like that, I—" is some expression of the depths of her incredible fondness for and attraction to him. And Vanitas apparently feels the exact same way as Dominique. He expresses almost the exact same outward sentiment and catches himself and flinches in the exact same way. So if Dominique is speaking here in (albeit frustrated) love, then what emotions is Vanitas speaking from?

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

“We should probably hunt around here. We don’t have any food left.”

[heyitsrink]

So about those nights in Kelsingra. . .

[soath]

Not having the gods be responsible for the Aeor bubbles (Aeubbles) actually felt like a very nice choice to me; I was kind of dreading them turning out to be Erathis’ work or something. Because if the gods did pick and choose who to save, plucking their special followers out above all others, I don’t know if it would feel like a kindness to me! Why does this six year old in a city of horrors get to live while his neighbor dies? For the circumstance of faith? It would be cruel in a way that they haven’t been cruel—at least natural disasters don’t pick favorites. Mount Vesuvius didn’t pretend to be judging the content of anyone’s hearts.

It also gives one last bit of autonomy (and one last final brutal parallel with the gods they hate) to Aeor’s mages. They made something so beautiful and terrible, an awe that brought the god of magic to tears, and even as the gods pulled it down in their ears they had one last paranoid failsafe! One last screw you measure preserving a terrible truth. But just as Asmodeus accuses, Aeor clearly drew distinctions between the people who matter and the people who don’t. That blue bubble we’ve seen in the amphitheater—it’s not any of the panicked masses who were saved in perfect glacial magic, it was the archmage.

At the end of the day, it was Aeor that built a hierarchy to save some people and leave others. They might not have sunk the Titanic but they made sure only the first-class passengers would have access to their last, most desperate life boat. I’m glad the narrative allowed them to have that triumph. In trying to be a godkiller how close must you mold yourself to the shape of a killing kind of god?

[halokarii]

I saw this tweet and it gave me a vision so have this silly little comic before shit inevitably hits the fan tomorrow

[tricoufamily]

the culling

[saeiken]

renga for ace week!! (ignore how late i am lol)

[rhyssands]

some little latte sketches!

he's just so shape i love him, i have a few other doodles i havent finished on this canvas but these were ready to post ☺

latte - @monster-kind

[naffeclipse]

Song Fish Amid the Stars

Chapter 1: Lagoon

FNAF Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon. But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

Word Count: 11,000~ Warnings: Phobias, slight injury, and anxiety.

A/N: This is for MerMay but in July. Over a year later, I'm finally getting to that little sequel to In Deep Dreams Between the Waves! I recommend reading that fic first as it will provide a lot of lore/backstory for things that will occur in this fic (and it includes some fishy Eclipse goodness.) I'm very excited to share this continuation! I'm a little (read: terribly) obsessed with mermaids and I adore the DCA, so what's better than two mer DCAs?

Again, I'm planning on five chapters with pretty lengthy word counts for each. Let's see if I can stick to my outline.

I hope you enjoy!

[sidetongue]

yOU KNOW ITS NOT THE SAME AS IT WASSSS

[arctic-hands]

Ugh I told myself if I was going to order in anything it'll be after 8 when it's cooler but damn my hunger is insatiable

[omnomnb]

luke: grr all demons are evil you should never trust them

mc:

[finelinegynandromorph]

bite me for @momrryficfest

harry/louis | explicit | single parent au | 6.7k | trans harry | entomologist harry | tattoo artist louis

Harry cued up the film, trying not to think about how close their thighs were, the space between them feeling hot and tangible in the dim light of the living room. As the opening scene flashed on, he did his best to relax into the familiar film, instead of fixating on every minute shift of Louis’ body next to his.

or, harry’s just a single mum trying to enjoy his favorite holiday season. that is, until his hot new neighbor moves in completely alone with a newborn baby

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