There’s two types of people
Dracula: I just wanna my teeth in your neck.
Renfield: 😰
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Dracula: I just wanna my teeth in your neck.
Teddy: like violently or sexually?
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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
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I have a CRYSTAL CLEAR vision of postcanon chillaios political marriage fic where dozens of suitors are vying for Laios's slightly sticky hand & he is. oblivious. Which almost causes a major diplomatic incident. Someone (Kabru) tries to delicately explain that he should probably take a spouse already and Laios is like. Oh cool. Chilchuck? Wanna get married? And Chilchuck who had resigned to let the weird Thing he had for his old coworker die quietly has to fucking deal with THIS now.
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I want you to be aware that I KNOW you have treated me infernally—infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while!
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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cyno: delivery for you.
alhaitham: …this letter is from you
cyno: yes. i’d already written it by the time i realized i didn’t trust anyone else to bring it to you
alhaitham: you could just tell me what it says then since you’re already here
cyno: i can’t say it out loud in your office
alhaitham: ah. so it must be a fairly sensitive case—
alhaitham: cyno.
cyno: what?
alhaitham: this just says that you think i’m pretty
cyno: yes, because i do and - considering the nature of our current relationship - i thought i should let you know.
alhaitham: again— you could just tell me?
cyno, frowning: we’re at work, that would be unprofessional. though i suppose you’ve already breached the line by reading it out loud so please be more considerate next time :/
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luke skywalker it seems i've grown quite fond of you tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom i once picked apples with in papa's orchard
edit: I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE TWINK POLL YALL BETTER VOTE LUKE
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“i’ll come back. everyone, make sure to be healthy and dont get sick. how great it’ll be when we meet again, so be healthy and live well”
the sweetest angel boy ever 🥹🫶🏻
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All right, I gotta bite -- "Edwin + drag queens?" XD
jasdbjdafbsd oh god this one is really not in any way, shape or form even slightly written yet but it's an idea I'm very fondly turning over in my head!
I just really want to put Edwin in a situation where, on the hunt for info for a case or suchlike, he winds up in a dressing room full of queens. I want him to be perplexed by the fact that so many of them can see him, and find the sad truth about why so many of the queens over 40 have close personal experience with death. I want him finding connection and strange fellowship with this room full of extravagant peacocks. I want him being initially bewildered by the whole situation but then having that click moment of finding his people, and proceeding to delight and indulge in a bitchfest for the ages. I want him fondly adopted by a room full of bright and beautiful shameless older queers who immediately know that he's family. And I want any onlookers (Charles) to have absolutely no idea what to do with the 8.8 magnitude cuntquake that ensues when you sit Edwin Payne down with a gaggle of drag queens. I want him to enter that dressing room with a notebook and a case to solve, and leave it with 7 drag mothers, a new understanding of himself, and a standing invite to brunch.
Anyway, as I said, I don't have much actually written for this one yet but do have this one stupid joke I scribbled in my notes app xD
"Alright, girls. Detective-themed drag names for Casper the cunty ghost. Let's hear 'em."
"Sherlock Ho?"
"Columbimbo!"
"Oh, oh oh oh – Agatha Fistie!"
Edwin: "I'm not entirely sure I understand."
"Where did we lose you, babes?"
Edwin: "Generally speaking, in the second halves..."
WIP ask game
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Haven't read the manga yet, so am relying on the anime, and it might be too early to call it...
But Kabru feels like he fits one of my favorite character types: when someone is cunning and compassionate.
Like I've said about another character that I adore, it often feels like a character being cunning means that they have "permission" to be an asshole because they're smart. And being overly compassionate means that they're naive to how the world works. Or with the likes of morally grey characters, they struggle between doing the cunning thing or the compassionate thing; the qualities are at-odds within themselves..
Kabru's cunning, however, is a result of his compassion. He saw something horrid occur and wanted to know how to prevent it from happening again. So he listened. So he watched. So he learned. So he strategized. He is cunning because he is compassionate.
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Our 78 year old Italian neighbour Josie might not remember my name, and may never get my pronouns right, but the thing is: We Are Besties and I am totally obsessed with her. She blasts disco music 24 hours a day. She chain smokes. She is so obsessed with Vegemite that she cut a holiday visiting family back home short because she was seized by Cravings. She took her first ever selfie with me. She flirts with my fiancé. Once I had to rescue her from her finding a lizard in her toaster. She drinks her first coffee of the day at like 4 am. Recently she told me “if anyone tries to take you away from me… I will kill them” with total seriousness and I fully reciprocate it. She is a constant source of chaos in our lives. I would do anything for her and I love her with all my heart
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