#is literally disintegrating

[doctordiscord123]

I want to impulsively buy So Many Things for these kitty cats

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[justatallstick]

WHAT THE FUCK EVER.

[ongshimi]

dongsik’s smile throughout beyond evil (2021)

[horreurscopes]

there is literally no joy in shopping for a new phone........ do you want this rectangle or that rectangle. who gives a shit

[fatuismooches]

Hi! May I request some matcha tea from tea prompts with Zandik (OG Dottore) our beloved?

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Dottore proposed to you once he realized that someone else would take that place first if he didn’t.

Unsurprisingly, the scholar wasn’t one who looked to marriage as something necessary. However, he still considers his relationship with you one of his life’s biggest unforeseen events, even more so since it has passed the test of time, as it has lasted hundreds of years, and he has zero desire to let you go. Perhaps it’s due to this reason why he doesn’t see the need to be united with you in marriage. Really, what could matrimony add to over four hundred years of devotion? Even the simple observation of seeing how many couples get divorced should be substantial evidence that it doesn’t add an unbreakable bond, or a next level of devotion or loyalty. With or without it, his feelings for you wouldn’t change. 

But you, being the person you were, liked to challenge his opinion with your own. Your opinion being that you two should get married, of course! You prepared a multitude of reasons to persuade your future husband, writing out a list that rivaled the length of some papers from the Akademiya. You even said you’d personally conduct an experiment on the happiness levels of both of you, detailing the things you would measure. In a way, Dottore was impressed, amused, and wished you put that same level of effort into greater things.

Naturally, he gave credit where credit was due, but remained unchanged. When logic and research had failed, you quickly switched to the next plan - smothering him with affection and sometimes sweet treats for the foreseeable future. It had been going on for a while now, and the segments were well aware too. After all, they were the ones who saw as you made the Harbinger late to experiments as you clung to him tightly, and he practically had to peel you off. This was one such case.

“Prime, you’re late,” a grumpy voice scoffed and echoed through the segments’ shared hive mind. “Again,” Beta decided to add.

“I’m on my way.”

“Let me guess, [Name] held you up again?” Sigma seemed more entertained than annoyed by the situation.

“They never let go once they truly want something. You know how they are.” Alpha mentioned, knowing very well of your dedication as a student.

“They will learn soon enough,” Prime Dottore sighed at the concept of marriage turning you into this. (But he still did appreciate the baked goods you left as offerings, and though they did little to sway him to your side, it did make him reaffirm his love for you.)

“I suppose-”

“Why don’t you want to marry them?!” A sudden, childish voice interrupted the conversation as if he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

“… Why is the brat linked to this conversation?”

“Anyone else would be so happy to marry someone like [Name]! I just don’t understand why you’d say no. You’re making them sad,” Zandy blurted out all at once. The little boy was quite sensitive to your feelings and didn’t know how else to make you feel better other than trying to change Prime’s mind, even if he was a bit scared. At this, the hive-mind was silent for a few moments before someone else spoke.

“You’re right,” Omega, who had been listening in without speaking (as he usually did), finally piped in, having come up with a plan that made a wicked and pleased smile appear on his face. “The poor thing moping around all day does not suit them.” The lack of response from the others signaled agreement, which only made his ever-growing smirk wider. 

“Say, Prime,” the tone of voice of his arrogant segment made Dottore know that Omega was up to no good, “since you don’t see the purpose in marrying them, why don’t I do it?”

Though the hive-mind was quiet before, now it was dead silent, all awaiting Prime’s response.

Logically speaking, seeing how Dottore had little interest in marriage, believing it to be a waste of time, the clone’s suggestion shouldn’t have bothered him. But the reality was it did - it made him feel… annoyed? The mere thought of such a thing happening left a bad taste in Prime’s mouth, and he had to shut it down, even if he sounded unreasonable.

“No. You, none of you,” Dottore had to clarify before any of his other segments got the wrong idea, “are doing such a thing,” the scholar said without hesitation.

“Oh? But I don’t need to do anything. I only need to bring up the idea to [Name], even if it’s for the briefest moment, and they would take care of everything on the spot. I wouldn’t need to lift a finger. And then surely you wouldn’t forbid something that makes them happy?” The segment sounded rather confident in his idea. And yet before Dottore could come up with an apt response, he was saved by bickering.

“That’s well and all, but why would they say yes to you of all people?” 

Omega’s smile was slightly dented by the interruption of his other selves, but he refused to engage in pointless discussion.

“If anything, I believe I’d be a more suitable candidate,” another one said.

“None of you even know how to treat them properly.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“...” The poor child wondered if he had made matters worse.

“That’s enough,” Prime Dottore finally snapped, which made the argument in his mind cease. “No one is to speak of this anymore.” And with that and some grumbling, the topic of marrying you was dropped (for now).

As headache-inducing as that conversation was, it provided some insight for Zandik. He supposed marriage carried more weight on his heart than he believed, seeing that he disliked the idea of another one of his selves laying such a claim on you that he didn’t possess. Not to mention, initially, the scholar thought that this would be one of those things you get bored with and eventually forget about, but seeing how persistent you continued to be, that may not be the case.

And so, after some more pondering on his own, some more poking from you, and some lingering looks from the other segments, Zandik let go of his previous views and decided to entertain your desire for marriage. Even though he knew you didn’t care much for all the formalities and extravagance, now that he was actually going to go ahead with this, he might as well put effort into it. It was something you really wanted, after all.

The first step was to procure two rings. Usually, that would be an expensive endeavor, but the scholar was intelligent with both his mind and hands. The first one was a simple one, embedded with only the finest Noctilucous Jade that he had in his lab. He figured you’d enjoy the blue color. 

But the actual wedding ring showed more of his unconventionality. Welding parts from the machines he once was obsessed with - machines that brought him closer together with you when he was a student - he shaped the metal into the perfect band, not before putting a smaller, glowing core of a Ruin Guard in the middle. It was very Dottore-like and therefore perfect for you.

Now, Dottore had to move on to the other parts. If he really wanted it to be grand, he would have taken you to Sumeru for two or three days, but unfortunately, time and work did not allow that on such quick notice. Perhaps he should keep it simple instead? After all, he had not told you that he’d accepted your request for marriage, deciding to keep it a surprise, and so you’ve still been hovering around him with pleading eyes. If he acted any differently, it would surely catch your inquisitive eye. Yes, that would do. Lowering your guard and waiting for the right moment to strike would be most efficient and produce the most amusing reaction out of you.

It finally happened one night when you were cuddling with Dottore in his room. It was a much-needed moment of respite for both of you. You were cutely curled up into him, stealing his warmth as his fingers ran along your sides while you made a noise of comfort. This was the perfect time to pop the (silly) question.

Bringing you into a kiss, the scholar masterfully captured your lips, drawing all your attention to him. You didn’t even notice when he slipped the band down your finger, but for the next few minutes, you had a feeling something was up from the look he was giving you.

“… What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the mischievous glint in his red eyes.

“Nothing, darling,” he even smiled, thumbing your lips, which only made you more suspicious.

“You’re up to something,” you observed.

“Am I?” You only huffed at his response as you raised your hand to stroke his cheek, loving the sensation of his bare skin… until you realized the cool sensation that rubbed against him with you. You blinked once, and then twice, and on the third blink, you nearly jumped out of bed at the glimmering ring around your finger.

“I-, Zandik, is this what… what I think it is?!” Before you could examine it further, your lover took hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to it.

“I have been thinking about your desire for a while,” Dottore began. “I suppose that I have to experience marriage for myself to draw a proper personal conclusion instead of relying on external information. But furthermore… it is… very obvious how much this excites you. And if it truly makes you happy, I’ll play along for you. So, you’ve won me over this time. Let us get married.” Even without the segments, a part of him knew he’d give in anyway, your emotionally charged words persuading him more than logic in the end. You always had a knack for that, ever since the two of you were young.

The look on your face was adorable - wide eyes and parted lips, trying to find the proper words to respond to his proposal.

“R-Really…? You’ll get married to me and stay with me forever and ever?”

“I already planned to do the latter, but that is correct.”

“Awwww, I love you soooo much, Zandik!” You practically launched yourself into your life’s partner and squeezed him tight. “I can’t wait! Trust me, you’re going to end up loving it!!”

“Well then, I still expect to be regularly updated on the results of your experiment.”

“I guarantee you that they’ll be one of the most successful ones you’ve ever heard!”

(According to some reliable sources [see The Fatui’s Handbook - Lord Dottore Edition], on occasion, [Name] can be seen wearing a grand total of nine rings on their fingers for some reason  - but the one on their ring finger never leaves.)

[0vergrowngraveyard]

bygone’s sleepiest boy (aka boom!sonic)

[ch0c00n]

childhood crushes

[undead-knick-knack]

Go girl, give us the bare minimum

[soullessjack]

yea miraculous sucks but honestly they kinda popped off with a magical cat boy whose special magical weapon against evil is a lead pipe and the special magical power of stage 4 necrosis

[aspiring-thembo]

Taking a break from big stuff to make a watch band

Tencel (green) and silk (black)

Pattern

[blondeaxolotl]

🔆anon

Does Eric ever talk to her to update her on how life is going outside? His and Vil’s lives?

If Eric kept saying stuff like “Vil has your smile” and stuff, would she be able to put together that’s her son?

He does, he talks about everything to her 💜 especially about Vil.

But unfortunately nothing can get through to her, she cannot hear, she cannot respond. He is talking to the statue of his dead wife, no matter how many times he talks about his life, about Vil, or how he misses her, she cannot grasp the concept that Eric is her husband, and Vil is her son. To her, they're just strangers that sometimes visit the place she exists on.

She has no memories of when she was alive, and she has no room to create new memories to remember, she is just the empty husk of the person she used to be, and she'll unfortunately stay like that forever.

[b00ks4-tbg]

Estos pinches furries me están poniendo loco

[see-arcane]

An AU where Ellen catches Carmilla's attention instead of Orlok's could be interesting. Lonely girl who's mom is dead living in an isolated manor; now that sounds familiar doesn't it?

Perhaps in some ways more insidiously Mircalla actually bothering to pose as some sort of "spirit of comfort" instead of pretty much immediately dropping the act seems likely.

I could see it! But then that still leaves the question dangling of whether Mircalla/Carmilla will be as attached to Ellen as she comes to be with Laura, or if Ellen would go the way of other girls who caught Millie's eye and simply get dead about it sooner rather than later :c

[badnewswhatsleft]

my princess...

[horangslay]

Hongjoong insta update got me straight up DIZZY he's so gorgeous I'm kinda mad about it (✿˶˃ᆺ˂˶)