#^ one of the things is that i think the use of the giant fucking set--even if it's a symptom of taking everything too seriously--

[djarindroid]

hi! I don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this (I didn’t see you say anything about it in your rules), but could I request a pregnant!reader x Thanos? Kinda like Jun-hee and Myung-Gi. I totally understand if this makes you uncomfortable, and feel free to decline if so! Thank you! <3

tysm for this request! 💕 Loved writing this, I hope you enjoy it!

Stay Behind Me

Pairing: Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: After walking out on Thanos, you never expected to see him again. But when he spots you in the games how will he react to the secret you’ve been hiding?

Warnings: Pregnancy. Usual Squid Game stuff - death, shooting.

Word Count: 1,162

The argument had been building for weeks, small drops of annoyance that had finally bubbled over.

‘You lost everything?!’ You shouted, voice raw. ‘What made you think you could just take my money and put it all into that stupid crypto thing!?’

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. ‘FUCK, you think I wanted to lose it?! I did it for us!’ He pointed at you as he yelled back. 

‘Well good job, you lost all of our money and now we have nothing,’ your chest heaved. ‘How are we gonna pay the bills?’ Your nostrils flared as you watched him reach for his necklace, taking out one of his pills. ‘Oh, this is fucking great! I can’t believe you're just gonna get high rather than talking this out.’

He scoffed, ‘what do you want me to say? That I ruined everything? You already know that!’

‘I want you to take responsibility, at least say sorry!’ You threw your hands in the air in frustration. ‘Don’t numb yourself with that shit. Talk to me. Please.’

His jaw clenched, for a moment he looked away, avoiding your eyes. ‘You just don’t get it,’ he muttered before popping the pill in his mouth.

Your stomach twisted, ‘no, I get it. I understand perfectly.’ You could feel your heart breaking as you watched the man you loved turn into a stranger before you. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

Silence stretched between you both, for a moment you thought he might reach out for you but in the blink of an eye his expression hardened. ‘Fine. Get out then.’

Tears began to slip from your eyes, this was it, it was over just like that. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t. Not as you grabbed your bag, not as the door slammed shut behind you and not when, days later, you realised you were pregnant with his child.

Months later you found yourself in a numbered green tracksuit. After you’d left Thanos, life had been hard. You’d struggled to make ends meet, until you’d met a suited man on the subway who offered you an opportunity to make enough money to solve all your problems.

You were currently stood in a giant arena, listening to the first game being announced. Red light green light, sounds simple enough. A shout from the front of the crowd made you flinch. A player, number 456, had run to the front and was shouting about how the game was dangerous, that if you lost you’d be killed. He had to be crazy right? 

Murmurs rippled around you, some people shouting out that he was just trying to scare them. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself despite the tremor in your hands. Your attention turned to the large mechanical doll at the other end of the arena as it whirred around, facing its back to you. 

‘GREEN LIGHT.’

You began walking forward, going with the crowd. 

‘RED LIGHT.’ 

Everyone froze as the giant doll turned back to you with a soft whirring noise. It seemed that everyone was doing well as the first few rounds went by without incident.

Then, a scream split through the air. Your eyes flickered across the crowd to see a girl swatting at something near her face. You held your breath, waiting. Maybe player 456 was just paranoid..

Your thoughts were interrupted as a crack pierced through the air and the girl hit the ground.

Screams erupted as people realised what happened. Panic ensued and more gunshots rang out. You clenched your eyes shut and focused on staying still. The life growing inside of you had to be your main priority, nothing else mattered.

‘GREEN LIGHT!’ 

You couldn’t move, locked into place by terror. You weren’t alone, everyone around you was frozen with fear. A prickling sensation crept up your spine, followed by the uneasy feeling you were being watched. Shakily, you took the opportunity to turn your head.

Thanos.

All the air left your lungs. He was here. His eyes widened as yours met his. 

‘RED LIGHT!’

You watched as his gaze lowered to your belly. Taking in the undeniable swell that definitely hadn’t been there when you last saw him. 

It was his child, he had no doubt.

You hadn’t made any attempt to reach out to him, you don’t know why. You’d made excuses, telling yourself he wouldn’t be interested, that he’d have turned you away at the door. But now, with him looking at you all of those excuses felt weak. It could just be your emotional state, or the situation you found yourself in but you wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you.

It seemed that he had the same thought because the second the doll turned away again, he moved. Not forwards to the finish line, but towards you. He hurried, stepping over bodies, until he stood in front of you, blocking you from view. He didn’t hesitate before placing a shaky hand on your belly. His touch was soft, gentle - everything that you’d missed.

There was so much you wanted to say but before you could the doll whirled back around and you froze. You stared into his eyes, desperate to read his expression. He looked determined. The moment green light was called again he grabbed your hand, ‘stay behind me.’ 

You didn’t argue. As the game continued he guided you carefully, always making sure to shield you with his broad frame. Other gunshots rang out but his grip was unyielding, never letting you go. Despite everything, being close to him again felt right. A part of you had been aching for it, even if you never wanted to admit it.

As the finish line drew nearer you felt the weight of everything pressing down on you. The stress of the game, disbelief that Thanos was here, guilt that you hadn’t told him, fear for your unborn baby - it was almost overwhelming. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes but you forced yourself to keep moving.

Finally you crossed the line, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as relief washed over you. Thanos turned to you, his dark eyes searched yours but before you could say anything he pulled you into him. You melted into his warmth, his arms familiar and steady - home. 

‘Stay with me,’ he spoke quietly as he held you. ‘I won’t let anything happen to you,’ he pulled away slightly and glanced down at your bump. ‘I won’t let anything happen to either of you.’

Your tears brimmed over as you replied, ‘Thanos I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell–’

‘No need,’ he interrupted gently. ‘I fucked up, I get it now,’ he cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears. His voice dropped to a low whisper. ‘I’m so sorry. I’m not gonna let you go again.’

For the first time since walking out on him, despite the horror surrounding you, you felt hope.

[skyfallscotland]

Quicksilver, by Callie Hart 🦋

She is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm.

Ohh boy. Personally I think she is none of those things, but that's me getting ahead of myself. God, I feel so anxious posting a book reaction after the Onyx Storm Debacle, but here we are, with a book I didn't love...again.

So...I started this one with a running commentary again (Throne of Glass style) but I couldn't quite commit. We will however approach it chronologically, because that's an easier way to show my thoughts as they evolved.

Would I recommend this book? No. And I’ll tell you why, but there are spoilers ahead so be aware of that.

Friends...I did not enjoy this one and I'm starting to feel like a crazy person. Is this just a massive reading slump? Or am I weird? Because everyone seems to think these books are the best thing since sliced bread and I've not liked a single one of them 😭

My first impressions? Saeris is so cliché. Like oh we're starving and can barely survive, you can see my ribs, but actually I can scale a giant wall and fight all these fully trained guards and win...ok, sure. It's giving 00's YA vibes but alright, I'm rolling with it.

I had no understanding of what it was I was doing, but if this was a world-ending gift, then good. Fuck this city and fuck this world. My family was already doomed, and what did I care for anyone else?

Bit dramatic, but whatever, I'll still ride with you. Who am I to judge? I did write Remi.

“I wear pants. Shirts. Things I can move easily in. So I can run, and climb, and—” Kill people.

"So cliché." I mutter to myself as I put the book down. Then pick it up again. Then put it down again and use the audiobook instead.

At some point, Layne would accept that I just didn't eat that much, and she'd stop loading up my plate with so much food. She'd slip an apple into her pocket for me or something.

*Deep breaths* Saeris would absolutely fit in on mid 2000's tumblr. Babe, this is such a weird flex to include when you’ve already made it very clear she was a starving orphan, ok?

We also met the infamous Carrion—more on that later—and her brother...who sucks. No two ways about it. I hated him immediately. Are there any decent book-brothers out there? Or just...no? I thought from the way he was acting he was going to be fourteen but no, he's like TWENTY, what the fuck 😭

So anyway, hooray! We've fallen through a portal to a new world and that's the stage set—then we meet Kingfisher. Oh man. Kingfisher.

Firstly:

This is a kingfisher. I just want y’all to know that. I know it’s not his ‘real’ name but it’s still what she’s crying out in rapture ok, a choice was made and it wasn’t a good one.

Anyway, surprise surprise, he's an asshole, but here’s the rub: he doesn't seem redemptive.

My jaw was screaming, I was clenching my teeth so hard. “Fuck—you—” “There you go again. Hungry, needy little bitch in heat, begging to be fucked…” he taunted. “Let. Go!”

I’m ok with enemies to lovers, but there has to be a hint at least that the ‘bad guy’ can be a decent person. There has to be something that hooks me about him—his entire personality can’t just be ‘asshole’, and above all, despite the fact he doesn’t like the FMC (even loathes her for all I care) he has to at least have some basic respect for her, otherwise I’m not down. That’s just my personal take, you don’t have to agree, but it makes me uncomfortable otherwise.

“I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”

Like that? That’s not cute or arousing in any way.

“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I'm thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you're making for me straight from the fucking cup.”

I do also think the smut was just not for me in this book, as a general rule, I did find it very cringe. Case in point ^

A FUNNY INTERLUDE:

—a look of rye amusement on his irritatingly handsome face.

LMAO this was meant to be wry, I assume? There were a few instances like this throughout the book, as well as typos and missing punctuation. Which, we’re all human, I get it, but it kind of annoys me a little when this was picked up for trad pub, pulled from KU (I bought it—twice!) and has since gotten a million dollar Netflix deal. Please, if we’re going to be doing that, the publishing house needs to edit the damn book. Honestly? I think it could have done with 200-300 less pages. A developmental edit was needed, let alone a final edit.

Anyway. Onwards.

So they make a blood pact, in which she agrees to basically do whatever the fuck he says, which is...tired. I'm tired. The book is tired. We're all a little tired here.

Kingfisher held out his hand and pulled me to my feet, making a derisive sound when he saw the cut I'd inflicted upon myself. “Baby.”

It’s just...this utter derision he has for her, his supposed (spoiler alert!) fated mate, that just gives me the ick.

Then there's this:

Kingfisher stunned me to silence when he dropped to his knees and started picking up the shards of broken cup. “It's all right, Archer. Hush, it's all right.”

Ok, this here is the first indication we get that he can be a decent person, and it’s not with her, it’s with some random character we’ve just met. Do I grow to like Archer? Sure, but right now I don’t know him from Adam, all this scene tells me is that Fisher is capable of respect and kindness, just not with Saeris. Be so for fucking real right now, that does not make you want to root for them. If this were your bestie you’d be screaming for them to run. This is the crux of it all. We had to get like 300 pages into this book for there to be a single hint of redemption in him and to me that's bad technique.

Clearly everyone else disagrees since they're out there praising it, but I've nearly DNF'd so many times by now, because you're 👏 not 👏 giving 👏 me 👏 crumbs. Please, give the reader something! It's all well and good for people to be out here going "well he's like that for a reason" (spoiler alert: the reason sucks, it's just the cliché 'I wanted to push her away for her own safety) but his reasoning means shit if people lose interest and don't get far enough to find out what it even is.

Note: by 'people' I mean the rest of the internet, not anyone here specifically, but since a few of you have said the same, just know that's a generalisation and I still love you! But I fear my point stands, his change of heart/any indication of kindness comes too late in the game for it to be an effective character arc (more on this later!!)

Anywho—

I shouldn't have moaned. I definitely shouldn't have told him that I wanted him. For the love of all the gods in all the heavens, why had I said that? I was going to throw up.

Same babe. Why did you? Why do you?

I couldn't believe we'd finally arrived here.

Me either!! 56% of the way in! We've basically done absolutely nothing but wander around and talk about how hot and mean he is for 300 pages but finally you're...doing things...with him 😬

Every part of me wanted to scramble from the bed and bolt for the door, but I knew that would be folly. Just like a hell cat, Fisher would give chase.

So terrified every part of you wants to bolt for the door...charming. Very hot. Love that for you.

“I could probably use a sho—” “Do not fucking dare finish that sentence,” he snarled. “I don't want a mouthful of soap and perfume. I want to taste you.”

Shower. She was going to say shower.

Another note, because I'm incapable of not shouting this from the rooftops when the occasion arises—vaginas are self-cleaning, there should be no soap or perfume going in there! You would have tasted her anyway you dumbass. You'd think he'd know that, given he's supposedly been in more of them than your local gynaecologist.

“And we can’t lie.”

*deep breaths* since WHEN? And that only makes it worse??

I'd imagined the words. Fabricated them out of thin air and somehow played them aloud in my own head in his voice.

Oh, hey Violet, how did you get here?

So anyway, then we enter the final conflict? Confrontation? Where she needs to go and save her newfound mate from under the mountain the bad guy's place! (oh and there's vampires, did I mention that before? No? Well there is now).

Anyway, turns out Rhysand Kingfisher was trapped there for 110 years with big bad Malcolm, who it's implied sexually assaulted him during that time, but we never address that. Why? Well this is romantasy and we only have six-hundred pages, why would we? Just throw traumatic experiences in there for the sake of it, why not?

Anyway—

“That's right. Fifty-five. He spent the next eight years trying to find the coin once he reached the center, didn't you, my love?”

I'm?????

55+8=63... what happened to the other 47 years? Guys? I'm????

Whatever, who cares about math! We're on the escape until—WOAH.

“It can't see or hear you. It tracks movement.”

Don't panic, don't panic, we all know how to defeat the middengard wyrm whatever that thing is! And we do. But not really, because everything in this maze regenerates, just like romantasy plotlines.

More fighting, more evil villain monologuing, etc.

THEN Saeris has to go and find a coin to break the blood oath Kingfisher made with big-bad, even though big-bad said he broke it himself five minutes ago during his evil monologue in order to make Fishie confess to...things.

“I release you from your oath to us, Kingfisher, Bane of Gillethrye. Now, go on. Tell your friends all about the deal you struck with us all those years ago.”

But no matter, we're off to find a coin and no worries, we've got that down! Of course in the process Feyre Saeris dies and gets brought back to life again as an all powerful fae/vampire queen hybrid. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?

Not me, even I couldn't have predicted that double-doozy. Probably this guy though:

Zareth. God of Chaos.

Which? NO. Nope. No. Too late. FAR too late in the game for this. I'm out.

The way we went through so many boring pages of nothingness to this in the last 20% is truly something.

OK! SIDE CHARACTERS:

Danya was a complete and total waste of everyone's time, she existed only to be the bitchy, elitist mean girl side character who was mean to poor Saeris and occassionally made her jealous. This one-dimensional treatment of female characters grinds my gears. Even Everlayne, Kingfisher's sister was entirely useless, making Saeris the special female unicorn. Pretty sure this book fails the Bechdel test.

Ren was nice, I liked him, poor long-suffering man that he was.

Lorreth. Man, y'all can't shut up about Carrion and you're really sleeping on Lorreth. This man saved me from DNF'ing, he was fantastic. Put some respect on his name! 10/10 no notes. The guy you'd actually want to get with if this book were real.

He'd still looked dumbstruck as he headed off in the direction of his tent, cradling Avisiéth like a baby in his arms.

Carrion. CARRION. Ok straight up...is that really a word we want to be using as a name? Really? Is it relevant? Like did we do that on purpose because he somehow reflects roadkill? I figured we'd find out, but NOPE 💀

Who fucking knows at this point though whether it is his name. I doubt it, given Kingfisher's name is apparently not Kingfisher either. Personally though I still think that should have been addressed in the book. It's over 200k words, you can tell us why certain nicknames exist.

The thief held up his hands. “You're right. I apologize. I'm just a little on edge right now. I'm not my best self.”

Hilarious, there to cause trouble most of the time, 10/10, almost no notes.

“Are you going to tell me about my parents, or are you going to start undressing each other? Because I can leave. I don't have to, but I can,” Carrion said.

Except the part where he turns out to be a thousand-year-old fae too and a secret, mystery, vampire-killing-prince dude or whatever, there's a note about that and how it's kinda unnecessary to drop in the final 5%. Was it foreshadowed? Not effectively, no. Also Carrion Daianthus? Roadkill, crows, and...pink flowers? Yeah. That's him. That's the one 💀

Onyx. Token wild animal taken in as pet/familiar trope. She can have this one. He's cute.

Elroy. Dude's definitely going to become important again. How much do we wanna bet he's Fisher's dad? Anyone?

Anyway, this was wildly chaotic and I don't really feel bad about it because so was this book. It started out well in the first 5-10%. It was a slog to read between the 10% mark and 60%. Honestly, it only got better once they'd fucked for the first time, which was because Kingfisher's character did a 180 overnight with a big fat handwavey motion, like our FMC's magic coochie cured him of his violent tendencies. Like not to be crude, but I'm not sure there's any other way of putting it.

I think it's just not a great book, which I also think is a shame because the world is interesting, I loved the parts of alchemy we got (which weren't enough, imo) and the swords, the magic, the portals, the quicksilver, etc. I think it had so much potential and that's ultimately why it also bothers me so much as well. It feels squandered through a lack of refinement and editing.

Will I read the next one? Maybe. I'll let someone else take the hit first and see if it's any better paced this.

This has gone on long enough lmao, so I'll just leave you with one last quote that I think really sums up this book so, so much:

“Not that. The brother part,” she said in a loud whisper. “That’s not common knowledge?” “Well, yes. And no. It's just not spoken about. And it's very, very complicated.”

Yeah...

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER III: YOU’RE GONNA SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

POV: 2nd Person.

— Word Count: 1.2K+

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for such a late update :(

ACHOO! 

You groaned as you pulled your face out of the elbow you just sneezed into. 

“Someone’s talking about me,” you stated. 

Across from you, Nicholas chuckled. The two of you currently sat at one of the tables in JYP U’s cafeteria. Luckily, you were able to snag one of the window seats. The massive windows almost reached floor to ceiling and looked out onto the university’s beautiful main courtyard. It bustled with activity as students and staff made their way through. Others were sitting on the edge of the giant, three tier marble fountain that was directly in the middle of the courtyard talking amongst one another.

“You sure you aren’t just catching a cold?” he asked. “Or is this another one of your psychic intuition moments?” 

“It better be my intuition,” you grumbled, grabbing up your chopsticks. “I really don’t feel like nursing a cold right now.” 

“Okay let’s say someone is talking about you,” Nicholas offered. “I personally think it’s because they overheard you threatening someone with holy water in the chem lab bathroom at nine in the morning. They’re telling their friends how crazy you are.” 

You rolled you eyes at him. “The only reason I had to even mention holy water is because the thing didn’t want to leave!” you protested. “It literally was just staring at us from the vent. And then it got angry when I actually pulled out the vile. You felt how hot it got in there.” 

“It felt like we were standing on top of a fucking furnace,” Nicholas agreed as he began cutting into his mushroom, spinach, cheese omelette. “Was this one pointy?” 

You arched an eyebrow at his question. “Pointy?” you asked, a little amused. 

��Every time you’ve drawn one of those things, they’ve been pointy.” 

“Not really? To be honest this one was kind of just a black blob and eyes.” 

“How many eyes?” Nicholas asked. 

“Three.” 

“Why do they always have three eyes?!”

“God only knows,” you said with a shrug. “Cause they definitely aren’t enlightened.” 

You stuffed some rice into your mouth and hummed in content. To you, there was nothing better than a traditional breakfast on a cold day. You tray was filled with some of you favorites— grilled mackerel, rice, miso soup and tamagoyaki. You had gotten hot green tea with honey as your drink but you knew before you left you were picking up a coffee. You were definitely going to need one to get you through the day. 

“So Jake is one lucky bastard, huh?” Nicholas asked after a few moments of silence. 

“Nah,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. "That guy radiates nothing but good energy. He has a pretty strong aura and a sound mind. So, it'd actually be harder for it to attach to him.”

“Good energy? He’s our year’s resident fuckboy.” 

That had you giggling. “I mean yeah,” you said. “But he’s so… smiley and sweet, it’s kind of hard not to like him. Sometimes I don’t think he understands why people go for him so often.” 

“Do you like him?” Nicholas asked, a teasing edge to his voice. 

“I like him as a friend,” you said rolling you eyes. “He’s hot as fuck, yes. But not really my type.” 

“Oh but Jimin-hyung was?!” 

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?!”

“Fuck no!” Nicholas exclaimed almost seemingly exasperated. “I still can’t believe you slept with him!” 

“It was Halloween and I was buzzed!” you defend. “Not to mention I hadn’t been laid in awhile. Let a girl live.”

“Maybe eventually. But Jay and Hyuka won’t if they ever found out.” 

Nicholas gave you one of those grins that had you sitting up straighter. He was about to say something stupid. You just know it. 

“What if Beomgyu-hung ever found out?” he asked. 

You paled at the thought and mustered up the coldest glare you could. The man across from you broke out into laughter. Laughter that may have been a little too loud for how quaint the cafe was but at the moment neither of you cared. 

“Don’t say that,” you hissed at your best friend. “You’re gonna speak it into existence.” 

“Can you imagine his reaction?” Nicholas said practically choking on his laughter. 

“Yes I can! He’d be fucking insufferable! You know what man can’t keep his mouth shut for shit!” 

“And you used to gush about how hot you thought he was.” 

“Yeah until he pulled that stupid ass prank on me,” you grumbled. “It showed me how much of a dumbass he could be.” 

“Oh my god,” Nicholas sputtered beginning to laugh again. “You’re still holding a grudge about that? You’re as bad as Natty.” 

“He ruined my favorite shirt.” 

“It was an Alice In Chains T-shirt you got off E-Bay.” 

“Still my favorite shirt!” you exclaimed. 

“Trust me I know,” Nicholas said. “You wore that thing religiously our senior year of high school.” 

You grinned at him. “You’re just jealous of my great fashion sense,” you teased. 

“Your ‘great fashion sense’ consists of band t-shirts and jeans,” he deadpanned.

“And what’s so wron—“ 

Your mouth snapped shut, body going rigid. Nicholas noticed your silence and change in demeanor immediately. 

“Y/N?” he asked. “What do you see?” 

You just shook your head. 

You couldn’t see anything. 

But you sure as hell could feel it. Its aura was suffocatingly heavy. The kind of weight that made your stomach twist and turn almost painfully. 

Slowly you turned your head towards the window, searching for anything. You noted how the wind had stopped. The tree leaves that had once been rustling softly were completely still. Too still. The birds had seemed to sense the danger too, their songs stopping abruptly. 

Where was it? 

Your eyes frantically searched over the courtyard but you couldn’t see anything. No spirits. No demons. Nothing. 

Was it concealing itself? No. If it was it wouldn’t be letting it’s aura seep and overwhelm as much as it is. It wants its presence known. So why can’t you see it? 

You could not only feel the dark side of it but the human side too. Whatever it was, had either been human or is still human with dark soul. 

It made you nervous. Not just because of it’s aura or the fact that it wasn’t presenting itself. But you knew how these things were. They were powerful entities that usually end up wreaking havoc. Though they had humans sides, they thrive off discourse and pain. Any one of the people on campus could fall victim. Hell, even multiple. And this definitely felt like an entity that could attach to multiple people at once. 

You turned back to Nicholas, who was just as tense and unease as you now. 

“I can’t see it,” you said. “But whatever it is, it’s strong.” 

Nicholas’s eyebrows furrowed at that. “Why isn’t it showing itself? Is it like… mocking you?” 

“I think it’s just letting me know it’s here. It may be mocking me. I’m not completely sure. It can’t exactly tell what its intentions are. I can feel it pulling away now though.” You stood up, grabbing your things. 

Nicholas quickly followed, sucking down the rest of his coffee. “What are you going to do?” he asked. 

“I’ll figure that out once I’m able to see it for what it is exactly.” 

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[teamjacobthot]

tbh, i caught your tags on one of the reblogs of a post and i was curious enough to look into more of your takes. honestly? 💯💯

another thing to note on the racism in twilight (other than the obvious vampire bias through smeyer's oh sorry, Bella's pov.... 🙄) is how Bella in BD has the audacity to call the vampires' shitty treatment of Jacob (yknow, her supposed "best friend") as "easy acceptance"(!!!)

I was amazed at the easy acceptance the visiting vampires had for Jacob (..). Jacob seemed more or less invisible to them, not quite a person, but also not food, either. They treated him the way people who are not animal-lovers treat the pets of their friends.

☝️☝️ Taken directly from the book, this is from Bella's on viewpoint, so there is no misquoting here. that's exactly how she thinks of it and she's amazed by it!

what pisses me off the most is that i've seen people *cough* twilight tiktok and reddit *cough* defend the Cullens letting the vampires come over and feed on humans during their stay (yknow, something Bella the Biased™️ touts the Cullens as "good to the core"(!)) becus "ummm ☝️🤓 they need them to witness for renameme 👉👈🥺 the Cullens' lives are at stake!!!"

to which i say, have your meetup literally anywhere else?? the book, especially Breaking dawn, made the Cullens come off as rich and multimillionaires with private islands and only wearing clothes "once" and "enough money to keep a small country afloat for decades" and yet your telling me they can't find another house that's FAR AWAY from the tribe where they WON'T end up ruining the lives of some Quileute kids by making them phase into wolves against their will?? And ALL Bella says in the Volturi meetup where she sees all those young werewolves are "ah makes sense the werewolf population will explode with all these vampires~ 😮😮 uwuwuwu"

FUCK Bella and the Cullens for that. All this for their little Rigatoni halfpire child. They've gotta be the most selfish mfs on the planet.

first, I’m sorry for this late ass response!! second, you spilled.

I always think abt how cullens could’ve used their billionaire resources to gather all their witnesses in isle esme, or the arctic circle, or some giant empty ass area of a desert, or or or-

the books and their themes surrounding only bella and edward does such a disservice to the readers though. this is the paragraph right before the quote you provided:

ik this topic has been discussed to death in wolf pack-centric circles (hiii oomfies 💜) but this shit is kinda devastating, isn’t it? and knowing that jacob’s whole thing up until he imprinted was about the importance of having CHOICESSSSSS in life, this breaks my fawking heart. bella is a big part of his character journey ofc but she’s not everything and it’s easy for the reader to forget this when he’s treated like a damn house pet.

jake phased for the first time at 16 years old, assumed the position of a Local Supernatural Protector of Human Lives at 16 years old, and fell in line to sam’s orders until he couldn’t anymore, so he could try to protect bella. and THEN he made the hard decision to break off from the pack and embrace his family legacy of being an alpha at 16 years old. then boom, he loses his autonomy to imprinting and is bonded to bella and edward’s baby forever. AT 16 YEARS OLD.

before he imprinted, jake and the rest of the pack wouldn’t have stood for any of this witness shit in breaking dawn, but bella’s narrative just treats this as jake essentially turning the other cheek and saying “oh well!” bc of the imprint. imprinting was a blessing for jared, a bullet for leah, and a band-aid for jacob. and then there’s bella, who — despite caring for jacob (smeyer’s words not mine) — doesn’t give a shit abt middle schoolers on the rez phasing, bc her child’s safety is more important than theirs. the rez kids are just casualties. makes me sick fr

[fandaniel]

@campanellacat hello bo @isabelopaque hello katie. welcome to my lecture about a guy from a mmorpg that i really love that most fans of said mmorpg do not like. this will be multiple paragraphs because IS NOTHING EVER SIMPLE!!!!!! ffxiv spoilers. all that.

to cover some basic set up, fandaniel is a fragmented soul of a man named hermes who lived thousannnnddds of years ago and hermes is humanoid but not Human. he is apart of a ancient race of giant creatures that possessed great magical ability and could shift forms easily. all animals and creation was made by this race, but there was a system in place where every creation would go through approvals and testing before just being set out into the world.

heres the thing. hermes was the overseer of all this testing, he was a very kind man who struggled with the peoples understanding of what was 'living'. often times if any creature presented any problem, a wing damaged, aggression, you name it, they were meant to be killed. people saw creatures they made as creations, if it did not benefit them, better their collective society, it was to be thrown out. as well in this society, there was a lot of social taboos, mostly around being a individual. everyone dressed the same, to express discomfort out of term was socially not. great. for their world is to be perfect.

hermes with this issue of life and what is or isn't living and if there is anything better out there, made meteia, a secondary magic that was highly responsive to emotions. the meteia is a hivemind of birds that can travel into space, read peoples emotions and minds instead of using words. their job is to explore the universe, find any life, how they life, and report back. he let one meteia live with him, he gave her free will to leave, feeling bad about keeping her pinned to earth. her name is meteion! she reports the findings of the other meteias :3

things are fine, he makes meteia in secret (scared of people finding out he is Questioning the world around him), and he keeps on testing creatures on a big sky island with a bunch of other researchers. but then his teacher who took a higher role in government wants to pass on, in their race, death is a choice made by people who think their job is completed, for their soul to be recycled into something new. this idea of Wanting death really fucks with hermes and he tries to deny the role, if he took it, his friend would die. peacefully, but he felt there was so much more in his life he could do.

also, the role is called fandaniel. if you worked in government in this society, you were called the role you are instead of your name. why its called fandaniel?? i dont know. just a reference to final fantasy xii and as far as i know has no connection to xiv.

also there is some time jumping stuff, timeline stuff in a 'this always happened this way' thing. but your character from the future goes to the past to learn what the fuck fandaniel (hermes) did to doom the world in the future sooo much. it is also generally odd because hermes is. as i will use a photo from the lore book.

hermes is very sweet, quiet, even a bit shy and clumsy at times. compared to fandaniel. (i forget if i took a picture of this but its about the words on the wiki)

after telling a few companions you find while trying to research hermes, you tell them basically i dont know What he did but he is probably going to destroy the world. so. they confront him and hes like huh?? and shortly after meteion starts getting a message from the other meteia. she starts panicking, running away, even trying to kill herself before she can report her message. but everyone tracks her down because what the fuck is your bird doing hermes 🫵 but then hermes runs off with her because theyre 10000% going to fucking kill her.

so you track him down where he ran with her, and the meteia start listing off their report. all life is dead, they felt every emotion of every creature dying out there, plague, famine, war, etc. the meteia tell him there is no meaning to life, there is only death in the end. and everyone outside of him is like hermes. we need to take your bird to be studied. and thus he freaks out, he chains up everyone, letting meteia free to try to kill the world. in his eyes, it was a test of humanity's will to life, just as he did to every creature, it was humanities turn to be tested. he erased everyones memories (including himself, important because he sees it as his right as a person to fight) besides two who got to run away before so.

seeing himself as a failure, not knowing the whole story, he believes genuinely that he killed meteion. its very clear he views her as some kind of daughter. he takes the role of fandaniel, feeling terrible about them coming there to give him that job and seeing him at his worst.

long story short, world gets reallyyyy fucked. the other person who isn't the player (who goes back to the future to give humanity a chance to fight back now knowing what it is attacking them) has to split the world into many, splitting most everyones soul into many smaller souls.

fast forward a few thousand years, hermes soul was one of the souls that was split up into many. he exists as a lead scientist of a highly advance society named the allagan empire. but the issue here is that his society has regressed, there was no motivation, people were cruel for fun, testing on each other and not advancing their empire. to find reason, to find that answer for why we live, he brings back the dead emperor of allag, who tells him there is nothing after life, there is no meaning. the empire fails no matter how hard-- now named amon-- tries to fix it.

one of the people who's soul didn't get split up and lose their memories confronts him, basically, if he assumes his souls role as fandaniel, then he can continue his work, be immortal. and well. he gets aaaall his memories back (including all the stuff with meteion and erasing his memories in the past) and it fucks him up badly to know he doomed the universe and he had no idea how to fix it! nihilism roots deeply. he sees his purpose, the purpose you set for him thousands of years ago, he is the bringer of the end of the world.

once all the other guys who would stand in his way get killed off, he sets his plan in motion. basically, strike as much fear and chaos as possible, make giant scary towers, kidnap people to harvest their emotional negativity, let meteia kill them all. he acts incredibly deranged, unreasonable, he is just like This.

but truly he can't lie to his own nature. there is small hints that he isnt All about this in how he interacts with others. he is a liar to himself. he sees himself in the past as not himself, but a man who ruined his life, doomed to repeat this cycle again and again if he doesn't erase everything. death is a gift in his eyes i believe. and he knows no one will agree with him, and god, he really doesn't want you to agree with him. show him hes wrong. fight back. he has so many chances to stop you but he just doesn't because he wants to know the outcome. a researcher and academic on every level.

and yeah he kills himself in the end but NOT IF I CAN HELP IT!! hes fine. i think the thing that tops this off is that the short story where hermes is unaware of meteion but cant find a answer he is Hopeful even.

plus when you meet him in the afterlife after he kills himself and you fight him again, he is coming to terms that he is just Wrong, he doesn't want you to ever agree with him, or even empathize with him views.

WHATEVER. I LIKE THIS FUCKING FREAK!!! LAYERED!!!!

[thevalkyriesshadow]

Am I planning a D&D session or writing a fic for @houseofwindweek March 10th-16th? 🤔

If you guessed fanfiction, you're correct! ��

Summary: The House of Wind Gang, plus their good friend Balthazar, are meeting for their weekly game of Dungeons & Dragons. But this isn't just any regular game. This game marks two year of them playing Tomb of Annihilation together, so it's a super special night. Emerie, their Dungeon Master, asked them to come in costume. Little do they know, they're going to be playing the game -- in real life! The cool abilities their characters have, they have. The magic they wield, our favorite group of friends now wield. Hit points are totally a thing and 'ones' will be rolled. Will they survive bloodthirsty yuan-ti? Can they solve the ancient riddles of the tomb before it's too late? Will Nesta have a new awakening? Will Gwyn, Azriel, and Balthazar figure out their shit already and just kiss?! There's only one way to find out. And that's to Roll Initiative. 😈

And because I'm a HUGE dice goblin, I had to choose d20s for each of the characters, obviously. I'm going to use them throughout the fic to determine things like initiative and whether a skill check or magic spell will work. Hehe

I decided on their dice by factoring in their character in the books and the classes I chose for them, which are:

Nesta- Phoenix Sorcerery

Cassian- Path of the Giant Barbarian

Emerie- Dungeon Master

Azriel- Phantom Rogue

Gwyn- Circle of the Shepherd Druid

Balthazar- Cleric of the Tempest Domain

I'm thinking the first two chapters of the fic will post on Day Three: In/Out, and the rest on Day Seven: Free Day!

💖 Enjoy a little snippet until then! 💖

TW: Blood

We jog down the only other passageway and emerge into an underground cathedral. There’s a balcony, carved and sculpted with serpentine images at one end. Blood trickles from between the teeth of some carved serpent heads. It drips into a pool of thick crimson below. It flows into a trench that leads to a wide stone bowl set into the floor. On the other end of the room is a large cauldron. Not too unlike the one in our lore. Steam rises from it, accompanied by a fleshy odor that makes me want to gag.

In the center of it all is a dozen yuan-ti, crowding around an altar set to the far end of the room. They all turn and swivel their heads our way, hissing fills the room until it’s a low hum.

That’s when I spot Balthazar. Stripped of his gear and clothing. Leaving him as bare as the day he was born. His brown curls are soaked in blood – hopefully not his – and his eyes are wide with panic.

Then Emerie’s voice booms around the room.

“Initiative is as follows.” The yuan-ti begin to slither their way across the floor. Their half human-half snake bodies are adorned in jewels and slathered in blood and viscus. “Nesta, The Yuan-ti, Azriel, Balthazar, Cassian, then Gwyn –”

We huff and let out sounds of grumbling as we get into position. Hopefully the yuan-ti fuck up their first attacks…

[hayleyheat]

Those are a lot of positive descriptive words there - I'll try not to let it get to my head. But for the record, you're adorable, hot, sexy, handsome and very lovable. Well, technically Alfie is our dog now. Since you know, married and all. You're a step-daddy now. I'm good at the power of manifestation. Is there anything else you want me to manifest? I'm just glad that they're not kicking me off set at this point. I'll be sure to make sure you're not too distracted and actually do your job. Brag away, baby. I'm sure that the people are going to get real jealous about it. But considering you give me orgasms and everything - I think it's a spot that you're allowed. Oh, and the fact we love each other. Might play a little into it there. If you want to have a big wedding one day, then I'll happily do that. Could be nice to get all our friends and family there with us to celebrate. Karma? Does she share a little bit too much info with you? I never understand how the algorithm works but the things it shows me - I love. Even all the things to do with Paramore. Mostly. Some of that stuff is whack as fuck.

Well, if it ever makes you uncomfortable - then I can stop reading the messages. And just delete them all. The people will never know that's happened. I do take pride in how flexible I can be... some of these things, though, babe. I feel like my leg has to be behind my head and then over my shoulder. Which - I can manage, for a moment or two... it's not enjoyable, though. So might skip that, ha. I'll happily show you a few. Some interesting ones in the car, if we ever feel the need there. Hey. Shut up. Even if you're right. Maybe you're just a giant - ever think of that, mhm? I'm glad we managed to find you a ring, too. Now people know we're both off the market.

you can be all three at once - cute, hot and sexy. we'll throw in gorgeous and stunning, too. just for good measure. wild. i'm picturing waking up to you being chased around by your dog. a wake-up call and a half, babe. well, you manifested it a bit for me there then, didn't ya? thanks for tagging along with me to vegas. you're my favorite distraction between scenes. your favorite one? that's a title that i'm going to wear with honor, just so you know. may have to brag about it a little, too. i mean, being allowed on the tour bus? big win for me, that. you're right. that's definitely the story that's going to be told over and over at all the family gatherings, isn't it? but that's alright. it wasn't traditional, but it worked for us. and who knows, maybe one day in the future we can redo the whole wedding thing. but properly this time. yeah, i can picture her face at the mere thought. fucking hilarious, actually. and a little bit of karma. i do enjoy the random shit that you share with me. i don't know what rabbit holes you're falling down that's leading you to some of it, but i'm glad to be a part of it. yeah, it's a bit funny. i'll admit, it used to make me mildly uncomfortable. less so, these days. and if it's entertaining you, then by all means carry on browsing said dms. you're plenty flexible. but i mean, if there's anything else that you want to try out, then by all means feel free to show me. you've got to be on your toes at all time, baby. mostly 'cause you're so fucking tiny, but. mhm, glad to hear it, gorgeous. i still love seeing that ring on your finger, though.

[butchhamlet]

this is sooo funny to me because im a comedy girlie at heart and ive had shakespeare related beef with kenneth branagh since much ado. emma thompson does her very best but kenbran manages to make so much of that play boring. he makes benedick boring. i think he just doesnt understand that shakespeare doesnt have to be Serious. and for that i want to hit him with hammers

i saw his much ado in high school and i remember liking it a decent amount but i haven't seen many versions to compare it with and also this was like six years ago now. crazy. i WILL say i think he is a better benedick than he is hamlet, but that's not because of anything he's doing; it's because you can make benedick boring but you cannot actually take ALL the silly out of that role no matter what you do. whereas with hamlet... someone in the comments of my liveblog said "his hamlet is what people who hate shakespeare think shakespeare is" and that's literally it. he's the strawman boring shakespeare image in people's mind's eye

[moongothic]

You know I realize I forgot to mention this before in the Crocodile Power Level Speculation Post/Ask (btw I did go back to edit it so it's actually legible and has a point now lmao)

I really wanna know if Croc has any new tricks with his hook

Like in Alabasta the dude had a poison hook under his regular hook, which was also hiding a tiny blade beneath it as well. This is all fine and dandy, absolutely iconic etc etc

And then we never see him reuse either feature again.

Now to be fair, the only other time we could've seen Crocodile use them would've been in Marineford, but the dude just escaped from prison. Although people are quick to meme about the Marines being 'kind enough' to let Crocodile keep his gigantic fucking hook in prison-- If we're being realistic here, they probably let him keep the base of the hook simply because without a hand any shackle would just slide off his wrist and fall off. Of course he wouldn't still be able to escape or anything since he'd still have the Seastone cuff on his right, but if they wanted to keep him properly shackled then letting him keep even just the hook base would just be the easiest option for the Marines.

It's the fact that the Marines went out of their way to retrieve his missing hook attachment and gave it back to him that's a bit wild

But let's keep in mind that Luffy did break the poison hook back in Alabasta. Even if the Marines let Croc keep the hook attachment, I find it extremely unlikely they would've gone out of their way to fix/replaced the poison hook when the guy's going to jail anyways. If anything it'd make far more sense if they got rid of whatever poison might've still been left in the base and confiscated the blade. Like there's an argument to be made for the Marines letting Crocodile keep his hook due to disability reasons, but the poison and the purely stabby weapon? Not so much

So really, it's very likely the reason Crocodile never used his other weapons in Marineford might've just been that he literally didn't have them on him at the time, just the basic hook

But hey, it's been two whole whooping years. That would be plenty of time for him to replace the broken hook and blade and get some new poison into the hook base too while he's at it

Or

Are there any new weapons Crocodile could've gotten inserted into his hook base that he could whip out

Like just because he could get a new poison hook it doesn't mean he has to get a poison hook, same for the blade as well, right

To be fair, dude feels very old fashioned so I'm not expecting any Inspector Gadget kinda tech from him. Like I don't think Crocodile's knowledgeable about stuff like that himself, at least not enough to install any technically advanced weaponry into the hook on his own, and IDK if he'd trust his hook with anyone to "upgrade it" either for an extended period of time either

But could you imagine if Croc had gotten access to a busted ass Pacifista and stole a laser and had it built into his hook base. He just pulls of the hook and starts blasting people with the laser. How fucking funny would that be. Franky eat your heart out

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

every time u reblog those paintings of coloured squares and rectangles I get so happy

“yay yippee” <- me

omg i’m SO glad u like them i love rothkos sm they make me so happy i’m so glad you like them too!!!

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[sodacowboy]

so many weird dreams and I can’t even remember like half of them

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than face-down cards

White commons! Enchantments aplenty!

To be clear, the cards with capitalized names are existing cards that I'm using as reprints. Some, like Karametra's Blessing, will get new names eventually.

Also, using Elemental as a creature type was mostly just a placeholder, and now that I'm settling on the flavor I'm looking for a better subtype. The flavor is that they're spawned from human emotion, like faith, hope, or devotion for the enchantments, or passion or creativity for the artifacts. I scrolled through the creature types, but none really stuck out to me as a solid fit. The best I could come up with was spirit, but I figured I'd ask for ideas before committing to changing every instance of the Elemental type. I could even go with a totally new subtype, but I couldn't think of any good names.

[hauntingblue]

BACK TO ONE PIECE LETSGOOOOO

[milo-igidk]

have i mentioned lately that i fucking hate the council

[welcometoteyvat]

ok very interesting quest in hsr