#*explains nothing and disappears*

[anrisimps]

I FINALLY DID IT!!!! AGNEO IN TURNING AU!!!!

[okultraoldmanyaoi]

faith fandom i know pear-shaped lisa is accepted here but please listen to me... fat lisa

[futuristichedge]

Big fan of the idea that the cuffs that Silver wears are inhibitors/regulators similar to Shadow's. Amy too.

Theyre acting like devices that help tame the chaos energy/redirect it in a way that ensures that the wearer isn't going to tear themselves to shreds. Like little batteries/reserves that keep the wearer from using all that energy all at once!

[angellic-critique]

Also weird how before the trailer viv was always tweeting to hyper her show up with gifs that had animation errors before the finished product... Like with an attentative view from the sidelines it's a wonder why she's purposefully choosing the shittiest shots with obvious fucking errors or mistakes that could've and will be fixed but like.... this shit has been in production for 4 years I'd hope that they would have cleaned it up and been a bit more careful unlike Helluva Boss....

[etruatcaelum]

[ @likemosaic | coco // salem ]

Darkness falls before Salem gathers the will to ascend from the subterranean chambers again, leaving Cinder to her fitful and feverish rest. She isn’t certain how long, from mid-morning to the night or whether days might have spilled unnoticed through her fingers while she worked, but the hour must be late enough for even Arthur to have gone to bed. The house is still and almost, almost all asleep.

Save one among her three new… guests. They crowd close to each other in the north gallery: two auras tense but dimmed by slumber and a third scratching fear into the walls. Salem pauses at the top of the stairs with half a mind to wake—Hazel, she supposes, is the one she’d expect to have taken the initiative—to express her displeasure. But practical consideration overrules that small impulse to be petty, and she sets off to the gallery herself.

Cinder had asked to take on an apprentice. One. Perhaps Salem should have clarified that her forbearance wasn’t an open invitation for Cinder to begin collecting, but… well. There is nothing to be done about it now.

She walks the pitch-dark halls in absolute silence, footsteps unerring—even the vestigial habit of discomfort in blindness has long since decayed from her—but her mind still wandering the caverns below. (Silver eyes. Tension passes over her in a wave, hands clenching and unclenching with impotent rage. Guarding his fortress with ever-younger children–)

Enough. What’s done is done.

Jaw tight, Salem prowls into the gallery. Moonlight bleeds through the high windows, stained in bruised and sanguine hues by the colored glass; Cinder’s little accomplices have taken shelter in one of the shadowed alcoves beneath the windows. Terror scabs over the old stones, thorny.

Her lips thin. She folds her arms behind her back as she scrutinizes the rigid lines of the girl’s posture, the two sleeping forms huddled in deeper shadow behind her. “There are,” Salem says at last, flatly, “bedrooms in my house, you realize.”

[toytulini]

when customers at work try to be like "oh i cant hear you through that mask you should take it off!" no bitch, you cant hear me cos im fucking mumbling. get it right.

[writing-hat]

heyyyyyy everyone how have you been

sorry for being uh. dead on tumblr and ao3 aksgekgdrh I've been pretty busy yknow how life is and all that

and I. may have completely forgotten that tumblr was a thing for. a while. whoops.

sorry not sorry? it happens to me a lot and it will definitely happen again ALHRFLQGSRG

I also did not feel like coming back unless I had written anything which is a very bad thing don't do that people.

But yeah I have a Harumi fic I'll probably publish in a couple of days? If I remember to. But I'll definitely have a lot of stuff the share at the end of summer/start of september

Like, 5 or 4 updates? It'll be bbnb chapter 16, elss chapter 2, bruise vampire ch2, a sora fic I'm still not satisfied with for now even though it's done, and the last one I'm not sure I'll be done with it by then we'll see how it goes!

I don't guarantee that I'm completely back, sorry. Because I just suck at using social medias afesghdglk but I will try in some future thanks for understanding <3

For now I will just answer my asks and stuff, and then I'll disappear off of tumblr once again!

take care people! see you soon!

[malkaleh]

I keep trying to write an update and then being embarrassed about it and feeling like I’m trauma dumping on people by updating and I just..I know it’s on me to manage my crap, I know. I am trying (not very well but I’m trying) and it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t even know.

[very-uncorrect]

Sometimes I have these super vivid intruding thoughts that aren't in my voice (usually when I'm very tired) and I was just starting to get ready to lay down to sleep (at 2am) and heard some dude say "happy birthday" like sir that was 4 months ago

[albatris]

someone explain money laundering to me like I'm four years old. I need to Know for Quinn's antique shop. I don't know shit about fraud

a picture of big boy for your troubles

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[heebsjeebs-deactivated20210312]

my replies are so dead. i'm sorry guys. im not ignoring you on purpose. it's just that i can't fucking see you, whoever you are.

[echo-s-land]

It's insane how most of the time I don't get how ppl interact and I also Don't Fucking Care

[alchemiclee]

been looking in tags for a few days now to see if anyone else found the whole high cloud quintet and related story to be a bit.....poorly written, nonsensical, contradictory, full of plot holes and loose ends, etc. apparently i'm not the only one. (and i'm not even talking about shipping stuff, because any time I saw someone mad about bad writing, someone always replies to be homophobic and laugh about failed ships. weirdos.) it could have been so good but was thrown into the garbage for the most part (IF you noticed all the plot holes and contradiction. if not, then it's a fine enough story tbh. I expect most people to see it on surface level and not read all the little hidden lore bits and try to piece it together like my autistic brain did. which is ok! enjoy it if you liked it and ignore me 😆)

[etruatcaelum]

[ @jocundcompany | emerald // cinder ]

The knock comes at an inconvenient time; Cinder, in the midst of plating the dinner they’d ordered up from the hotel kitchen, grits her teeth. If she has to skip a meal because Watts isn’t doing his job, she’ll kill him. Salem and her plans be damned.

Hazel glances at her without moving—a pointed look at her arm, his stoic mask fractured by the trace of a sneer that gives away his revulsion. She gives him an envenomed smile, draws her half-cape around her shoulder to hide all but the pale tips of her claws, and jerks her chin at the door.

He crosses the narrow room to answer it. Giant that he is, he blocks the entrance completely; but Cinder can see from the way his posture alters that it isn’t an innocuous visitor, and then he rumbles, “You,” and she knows.

Abandoning the room service cart, she strides over to set a hand against Hazel’s bicep with a warning pulse of heat; he shifts half a step sideways, and there—

Emerald.

More than a year, it’s been, since the last time she saw either of them. Relief digs in like a splinter of glass, shredding the hard little knot of suspicion that had formed when Salem told her what happened. That Mercury panicked, that his eyes had flared and both he and Emerald fled in the ensuing chaos; by the time Cinder awoke from the feverish haze of shock and pain that had consumed her after Ruby’s ambush, they were long gone.

A small part of her had feared they were dead. Everyone lies, even Salem, and Cinder had not been there. How could she take the witch’s word for it?

But—no matter. Cinder smiles faintly, half-lidding her eye as she studies the girl cowering in the hallway.

“Emerald,” she murmurs. And then, with a tap of her forefinger against Hazel’s arm: “Give us a moment.”

Hazel looks down at her, unimpressed. “She helped that boy escape, after what he did.”

“And I will handle it,” Cinder says calmly, “as I see fit.”

His gaze flicks down to her half-cape. That familiar spasm of disgust is less well-hidden this time, but he only says, “Hm. It’s on your head.”

Cinder smirks after him as he shoulders past Emerald; he plods down the corridor and hangs a left into the stairwell. Headed outside to brood in the drizzle of snow melting through the hard-light dome, then. Good.

“It was,” she says slowly, focusing on Emerald again, “audacious of you to return.” Brow arched, she holds open the door and gestures for the girl to enter; her hand, scabrous and black as midnight, slips out from under the cape. “Come in.”

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

While I was reading the later chapters of Phantom of the Opera a friend of mind reminded me it was a serialization, and suddenly I had a moment of clarity in which I thought "Oh so that's why it's written like that"