#though to be fair most people would be

[rhiangalaxy]

You cannot convince me that NYY didn't immediately clock LBH's crush on SQQ

[ID: A Scum Villain Comic. Disciple Luo Binghe lovingly gushes about Shen Qingqiu whilst twirling a strand of hair around his finger. Ning Yingying looks on with a pleasant smile. A chibi version of Ning Yingying is behind her in a thought bubble with an amused questioning expression; with a rainbow flag and question mark. End ID]

[anglerflsh]

(clawing at my bathroom mirror) is this really all there is what else ought there be is this really all this is what else ought there be what else ought there b

[erme-maererme]

following the portrayal of the grey wardens through the games you can really see them going from this obscure culty group to full-on army. and while technically the wardens have always been supposed to be a military order, this really is not the experience for hof during the game. duncan who brings the warden in proceeds to die barely managing to spare any time for your joining. but hey at least you found some treaties in the ancient ruins in the forest. then the warden and alistair, the only remaining wardens in ferelden to their knowledge, go on to interfere in thedasian politics left and right in some roundabout ways and accept suspicious individuals into their merry band because it's apocalypse times and you might just become friends along the way. you cross the entire ferelden on foot more than once. the money you've looted off corpses is barely enough for a steady supply of health and lyrium potions. you find one blood mage warden doing some highly unethical research in an abandoned castle who might help you. you find one more warden in a torture dungeon (you have not been looking for him) who tells you you are going to die and then also dies himself. and this is what shaped the warden's idea of what the wardens do in general.

and then they make hof the warden-commander. just consider. the warden vanishes for a week. upon their return they ask the warden laying out a hundred gold on the table "i take it the trade in the vigil's keep is booming?". "idk but the darkspawn carry a lot more coin on them than in denerim, i wonder what it says about the economy" says the warden.

or

"the nobles do not like you, warden-commander"

"would procuring some mythical holy relic make them feel better? or i can just sneak into their cellars"

"um just talk to them in the hall during this important ceremony, warden-commander"

no wonder the warden quits soon after the events of the awakening and goes on to research the calling. they don't have work experience in training an army, but they certainly have the skillset for a dangerous and mysterious search quest.

[floertoer]

I don't really have anything to elaborate on here. this is the next part of my lucky lucy heartfilia au I've been writing. previous post

Ever since Lucy got married, her days have blended into each other. She has a routine; during the week, she languishes in her husband's manor, and during the weekends, she languishes in the manor of whoever is throwing the biggest party. Her life was a constant wait for the next big thing.

Lucy was familiar with waiting. She was a patient child who could easily wait for soup to cool down or wait to be able to open her Christmas gifts. “Oh, how patient!” The maids would cry. “What a good trait for a lady to have,” they’d tell her.

She used to wait for her mom. For her to catch up when Lucy would run ahead, for her to get to the good parts of the bedtime stories, and for her to die so she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. She waited for her father more than anyone. She waited for his attention, time, and love. She was still waiting for him to realize he's not the only one who missed her mom.

Marriage didn't stop her from waiting. Her weeks are waiting for the weekends; her weekends are waiting for the next big party; and when she finally arrives at the biggest party of the year, the Irid, she'll still be waiting for something. She doesn't know what, but she'll wait patiently anyway.

Her maid knocks on the door to her husband's office, and Lucy awaits permission to enter. The scenario is so familiar. “Come in,” a voice commands from the other side of the door.

Her maid, Virgo, opens the door for her. Lucy quietly walks in, Virgo following close behind. Virgo wasn't a normal maid. She was a celestial spirit. A long time ago—has it been two years already? Anyway, Lucy was attending a party held by Duke Everlue in the Shirotsume area. A bit of a way from her husband's manor, but she attended because at the time, Duke Everlue was a very influential man with an appreciation for the arts.

She later found out after ditching the party and wandering into his library that the Duke wasn't the Renaissance man she had pegged him as. Daybreak was a lucky find and a horrifying read, both from a literary and human perspective. Lucy isn't a mage by any means, but she knows her way around a spell. The beauty in Kemu Zealon's works and spells was the layered craftsmanship. Every word was a puzzle, quite literally. She didn't confront the Duke after reading the book in its true form. Instead, she actually had a long and illuminating conversation with him. After a day or two of contemplating, Lucy made the simple choice and informed the Magic Knights anonymously of the book. It was quite a large scandal at the time, and Lucy was lucky to have the foresight to ask for anonymity. Her husband was enraged that she had ever been affiliated with Everlue, even if it was just for a single night. For the last two years, Daybreak has been held as evidence by the Magic Council, and Everlue sits in jail awaiting his trial. The Council is rather slow when magical crimes intersect with Fiore's politics.

Shortly after the original ordeal, Virgo found her way into Lucy's friend group. Was it weird for someone’s only friends to be her spirits? Lucy's unsure. Either way, Virgo has become Lucy's best friend in the two years they've spent together. Despite Virgo’s insistence on maintaining the dynamic of master and servant. Every spirit has their own quirks, Lucy supposes.

Her husband stands from his desk when she enters the room. The heavy door to his office slams, disrupting the overwhelming silence. He walks to stand in front of his desk and adjusts his tie. Not only are her husband and father cut from the same cloth, but so is their clothing. They get their suits made by the same tailor. Sometimes, she feels like she never left Heartfilia Manor at all.

“Lucy,” her husband says. The room is dark.

She wants to tell him to draw the curtains. “Thomas,” she replies.

Her husband smiles, but then his eyes glance at Virgo, who stands close behind her. His smile drops. “Virgo,” he says slowly, like acknowledging her presence is an annoyance. “You may leave. This is a private conversation between my wife and me.”

“The only one to dismiss me is Princess. I’m sure whatever must be said can be said in my presence,” she shoots back, her voice never changing from its standard monotone. Despite that, Lucy's sure that if she turns around to peek at Virgo, she’ll see a single hair out of place. It’s a unique quirk, but whenever Virgo is thrown from her carefully crafted ‘nothing phases me’ attitude, her appearance grows messy.

As such, Virgo’s hair is always out of place when speaking to Thomas. Lucy has no clue why the two despise each other so much, but she’s learned to stay out of it and wait for them to throw out all their barbs. When the two are satisfied and feel they've properly wounded the other, the conversation can continue. Virgo theorizes that Thomas is upset that she’s only contracted to Lucy and not to him. Lucy has no clue what use a celestial spirit contract would be to Thomas when he can't even use magic, but Lucy doesn't contradict the maid. “It’s about power,” the maid always tells her.

It’s rare for the spirit to voice her own opinion instead of following Lucy’s, so she allows it. Even if it means letting Virgo speak poorly of her husband. “Wife,” her husband starts, and Lucy flinches. She doesn't know why, but she always flinches when he refers to her that way. She often refers to Thomas as her husband but is always uncomfortable with the inverse. It’s strange. She is his wife, but she much prefers when he calls her Lucy. “Tell your… spirit…” Thomas says the word like a curse. “...that I’m your husband, and as your husband, I reserve the right to a private conversation with you.”

Lucy hates when she gets pulled between their squabbles. “Husband, won’t you just say what you need to? Virgo doesn't bother me,” she sighs.

There’s a light shuffling behind her, and Lucy doesn't need to peek to know that Virgo is possibly glowing. Thomas closes his eyes and grumbles under his breath, “...no use…loves the spirit more than me…”

Lucy waits for him to finish. When he regains his senses, he meets her eyes once more. “The reason I called you here… I know we’re set to leave for the Irid in two days' time,” he pauses as a way to make room for Lucy's thoughts.

“Have you decided you don't want to go anymore?” Lucy asks. “That's fine with me. I thought you attending was rather silly anyway, considering you have a closet full of the same suit.” Her husband was not fashion inclined, and he had never wanted to go to the gala before. It was more publicity than the man was used to. Despite being the richest man (second richest man?) in Fiore, he didn't like the press. It was something they agreed on. She couldn't stand the press. She used to be obsessed with the idea of being interviewed, but after one interview with Mania Magazine, she realized she hates talking about her life. So now she avoids the press like the plague, which ironically has only inflated their obsession with her and her, in her opinion, boring life.

“No, I'm still going,” he rectifies. “There is no way I wouldn't be there with you. I should have been there last year when–” he cuts himself off as his voice starts to rise. “I'm going.” End of story. “What I was going to say was, I know you were a little upset by the idea of hiring mage bodyguards, but–”

A little upset was an understatement. Her father suggested the idea when she told him she would be in attendance this year. Her husband thought the idea was brilliant; she thought it was embarrassing. It was the only time since her mother died that she had ever attempted to raise her voice at her father. The attempt was short-lived because her father could yell louder than she ever could.

She thinks she embarrassed her husband that night. She can't find it in herself to regret it. Her husband probably thought she was just throwing a tantrum, but it was deeper than that. “You're not a mage, Lucy!” her father had screamed in her face. Didn’t she know it?

Despite her barely qualifying for the title of mage, she still had her pride. Needing to be guarded by actual competent magic users while her keys sat in a small satchel she kept on her at all times was humiliating. Her husband and father couldn't understand. Her mother might’ve, but Lucy never learned much about Layla’s magic past. Was her mother ever a true, proper mage like the ones in guilds? Or was she just like Lucy and using a title she didn't earn? Her father would never tell her just because he thinks the answer might make her do something crazy like run off and join a mage guild. As if she’d ever do something as selfish as that.

She had long since stopped listening to the words coming out of her husband's mouth. Blah blah, the mages are coming, yada yada, we’ll travel together, whatever who cares? Lucy didn't. Not anymore. If Lucy lets herself care, then she'll get angry again, and there's no point in being angry when she can't change anything. She just has to wait for it to end. Next year, her husband will probably be uninterested again. The only reason he's interested now is because she was caught in the terrorist attack last year.

“–wanted to hire Phantom Lord, but I told him to hire Fairy Tail instead.”

“What?” Lucy asks, snapping to attention once the name of that guild is uttered.

Thomas stops in the middle of his spiel about the necessity of bodyguards, shocked that she spoke before his dedicated pause. He looks at her strangely before continuing. “That is the guild you like, right? I was sure you've mentioned them before–”

“You hired Fairy Tail?” she questions, interrupting him.

Her husband pauses. The room is silent, and he looks around confused. “Was I wrong to–”

He stops midsentece when he sees the ginormous grin that has broken out on Lucy's face. Thomas stands awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. He's never seen this expression on her face before. "That is a great surprise,” she says, joy in her voice palpable. “You are a good husband.”

“I know–”

“Although, you should've told me at least a week in advance!” she scolds, interrupting him. She turns to Virgo. “Virgo, rally the maids! This place needs to be spotless,” she commands.

Virgo nods. “Of course, Princess.”

“And the chefs, tell them to prepare a banquet worthy of Fairy Tail mages!”

“As you wish.”

Thomas watches transfixed as Lucy barks out orders. He had never seen her so worked up, except for that night she and her father got in a shouting match. This is different. Normally, he has to excite her with expensive gifts or lavish parties, and even then, all she manages is a slight smile. Has Lucy been holding out on him?

“Fairy Tail mages! In my home!” she exclaims. She can barely express her excitement. “Ah! I need an outfit! I'm not prepared!” Lucy shouts, "Excuse me." Then she balls the skirt of her dress in her fists and rushes out of the room.

Virgo levels a judgmental look at him. “Are you sure that's not just her face?” Lucy had asked him once. “Sometimes I feel like she's judging me, too,” she laughed. He knows its judgment and not just her face because she doesn't look at anyone else like she looks at him. Then she turns to follow after her master.

He leans back onto his desk and runs his hand through his hair. “I guess she's happy?” he says, but his tone is questioning. Is that what she looks like when she's happy?

[unopenablebox]

what do we think is the most low effort "observance" of "passover" i could do

[felonytaxevasion]

Y'know actually thinking about the hypothetical differences between Bet and Aleph scenemo culture has actually helped me articulate why I have secretly never liked the scenemo Aisha headcanon

For so long I haven't been able to figure it out because Aisha is my favorite character and I am kind of? scenemo (technically goth but the lines between alt subcultures are very blurry) so I could not fathom why my brain just refused to combine the two. But thinking back to 2011 scenemo culture fundamentally I just think Aisha deserves better. Like present day scenemo Aisha? Yea absolutely I'm on board. It's just the fact that 2011 had so fucking much racism and misogyny and 4chan brand ""dark humor"" that my brain gets sad when I put Aisha there

And this is of course fully acknowledging the context that she's also a terminally online teen calling everyone slurs. I think she'd love the music and fashion for sure I just can't imagine her voluntarily hanging out with other 2011 scenemos or identifying with them

[orphiicheartd]

Of those who went to Playful Land, Vil came out of it with a surprising aversion to all things puppets. And a constant Urge to scratch at the right side of his face, fearful of feeling wood rooted in there rather than human skin. Even months afterward, he'd still feel a certain ick when dealing with anything related to puppets and will have a blatantly obvious fear response to finding even stray sticks in his hair.

He wasn't really able to stomach having ribbons on his wrists or even wearing harnesses for commercial or modeling gigs he did that year for a bit either. He'd tossed the clothes from Playful Land in the back of the Film club's costume shed, as he didn't want them to go to waste even still. He'd even asked the other's willing to give theirs up to store them in there too. He doesn't think he would be able to use them for anything, though, as just the idea of wearing that ensemble again is Abhorrent to him. Even the mere thought of Epel try one on left him feeling nauseous.

[wayfinderships]

I'll be so doomed the day I ever get a girl f/o

[legolasghosty]

🐑 Alternate Universe- Magic, Mutual Pining, Demonic possession, Furbies

Oh dear...

Alex is attending one of the most prestigious magic academies in the country, on the orders of his parents of course. Even though Laiz Fier Academy reviles even the name of the only type of magic he's ever been good at. His parents swore he'd find another specialty here, and he'd let himself believe them, like the idiot he is. He's scraping by in classes. Barely. At least he's managed to make a couple of friends and figure out how to sneak into the library stacks to find books that will actually help him hone his skills.

However, Alex realizes now there's a reason why it's not recommended to do your first summoning alone. Because, while he does manage to summon a demon, it doesn't exactly end up in the silvery urn he'd laid in the center of the pentagram.

So now he has a talking, demonic Furby to hide. One that, despite its too-wide eyes and disconcertingly smooth voice, Alex thinks he might be developing feelings for.

(Fake fic ask game!)

[diari0deglierrori]

God please don’t let this happen to me now, it’s really not the time

[pinkiepaaws]

So yesterday I decided to get over my fear of The Human Centipede by watching it, especially since I’ve been getting more into extreme horror lately. And honestly, it left me with a feeling I’ve never felt about a film before. With the whole day to think about it, I came up with a short story/metaphor to explain how I feel.

I’m standing in an art gallery. In front of me is an abstract painting. Clearly, there’s some kind of meaning behind it… as I stare at the piece in front of me, the people around me quickly glance at the same painting and scoff. They all decide that it’s an ugly painting that they don’t like. They don’t look at it for very long at all. They don’t try to figure out what it means. In fact, they all assume there’s no meaning at all. As soon as they glance at it for even a second, they’re quick to walk away in disgust, until I’m the only one left in front of it. Still looking. Still thinking. Still wondering what it could possibly mean. And even when I’m the only one in the world who cares about this painting… I still cannot for the life of me figure out what it could possibly mean. And that makes me sad… but also somewhat at peace. Even when 99% of people walk past this piece in pure disgust, silently shaming the artist for even creating it in the first place, 1% of people stop to think, and appreciate the fact that it exists in the first place regardless if they understand it or not. And with every person who walks past it, the thought of the painting still sticks in their mind forever.

[sonknuxadow]

just got a blazed sonadow post on my dash that was actually such a jumpscare

[cartoon-skeleton]

my coworker (who i think should get the job) told me i should apply for that job (i had kind of misunderstood how much they NEEDED it like they will be okay life-wise they just really really want it, understandably) and everyone in my life was like ‘u r insane if u dont apply for that job it was literally handcrafted for you’ when i said i wasn’t gonna apply… and then my boss pulled me aside the other day and was like “why aren’t you applying :’-( please apply i think you would be really good at it” LIKEEE WHAAT

[dafpork]

eyeing potential ask games to fill out again since i really liked doing that before, but i need to have a bigger imagination because so many of my answers go down to "well neither of them would do that :/. next" and it's like.. that's why they're hypotheticals... for the sake of argument and imagination... to make you think... and so like 50% of my ask game responses are just "they would not do that. i don't know ❤️"

[moe-broey]

Also obsessed actually. How Moe's mom raised it with a strong "Don't trust authority on authority alone -- you must consider time and place, of course. [Will take a moment to explain factually in earnest that you do have to listen to and make and effort to work with your teachers, you do need to respect your elders, ect ect]. But NEVER trust someone just because of 'authority'. They can misuse this to get you alone and hurt you. Also it's stupid. And if they're being stupid about it, unfortunately you Do still have to be polite (so long as they're not actually hurting you, if they're hurting you you have full permission to Kill) but! You don't have be fully obedient." mentality, meanwhile. Wholeheartedly subscribing to the Divine Authority Figure religion, wherein obedience is not just a feature but a primary function. Imparting that upon Moe. No no, but you see, the work around for this is that it isn't religion, it's Faith. And also a Relationship to a good and loving God. Like another parent, who lives up in Heaven! Who you Fear. You both Love, and Fear. Like you do, with Meeeee ☺️💖

[fabdante]

For the Spotify wrapped 1-100 ask: 2, 8, 39, 44, 99! :D

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

2) Sleep Patterns by Merchant Ships! Congratulations you won!

8) Earth Death by Baths (this is an EXCELLENT vergil song)

39) Flashlight by the Front Bottoms

44) Maps by the Front Bottoms

99) The Ex by Billy Talent (sasha and august type of song)