#Does this sentences even make sense...???

[vastwillcurse]

Pluto in the 1st House

Your presence forces people to reveal who they are without them knowing.

Your silence isn’t just silence it’s a diagnostic tool. People spill, tremble, confess.

You don’t just intimidate you extract people’s unconscious reactions. That’s how you see who’s fake.

You can “possess a room” without speaking not through ego, but because your aura has already entered people’s nervous systems.

Pluto in the 2nd House

You can feel the worth of a thing, person, or opportunity before it’s visible.

You instinctively know what others will cling to when afraid and how to move without it.

Money is never just money you sense where it’s leaking, hoarded, or tainted.

You might give everything away just to reclaim what can’t be taken: your self-worth.

Pluto in the 3rd House

You speak in a way that shocks people into self-awareness, even if you whisper.

You can decode someone’s mental programming in a glance and slip questions into their mind they never recover from.

Words aren’t communication for you they’re surgical tools. You rearrange perception with a sentence.

Pluto in the 4th House

You feel your ancestors’ secrets in your organs not your mind.

Your body remembers what others have repressed you transmute it when you cry, dream, or scream into the pillow.

You can sit in someone’s grief and not flinch because you’ve lived the grief that wasn’t even yours.

Your home may be simple but it’s a sacred war room where generations shift through your healing.

Pluto in the 5th House

When you love something, you obsess and that obsession births magnetism others copy.

Your creativity isn’t self expression it’s exorcism. People feel changed after witnessing it.

Lovers may become obsessed or transformed but not always because of you. Because you showed them their own fire.

You’re here to make pleasure uncomfortable because real pleasure transforms.

Pluto in the 6th House

You can sustain intensity others can’t even survive. You don’t just endure chaos you alchemize it into order.

Your body holds onto trauma like a filing cabinet and you know how to reorganize it through movement, food, or repetition.

Work isn’t just a job it’s a sacrifice and transmutation. You heal through mundane actions.

You get stronger through suffering because your suffering wasn’t pointless it had instructions inside.

Pluto in the 7th House

People don’t fall in love with you they fall into themselves through you.

You attract others’ deepest unresolved issues, not because you’re cursed, but because you’re their only shot at seeing it.

You’re a relational exorcist people leave you raw, healed, or haunted.

You don’t just do intimacy. You reprogram what it even means to be seen.

Pluto in the 8th House

You have experienced pain so deep it gave you clairvoyance.

People hand you their secrets without realizing it not because you asked, but because your presence burns through their masks.

You don’t heal by “letting go” you go into the wound and walk it home.

Others sense your intimacy isn’t romantic it’s metaphysical. You change their soul contract.

Pluto in the 9th House

You don’t “believe” you consume belief and see what survives.

You have burned through every philosophy that tried to cage you and came out with a personal cosmology that works.

Your spiritual truth isn’t light it’s lava.

You travel to touch truth, not escape and sometimes you bring back monsters to study them.

Pluto in the 10th House

You were born to disturb comfort at the top.

Your success isn’t a flex it’s a mirror of what others refused to become.

Reputation doesn’t matter to you impact does. Even if they hate you, they change because of you.

You don’t just rise you topple corrupt hierarchies by existing in their field.

Pluto in the 11th House

You can feel when a group is rotting from the inside before anyone else sees it.

You aren’t an outcast you’re the version of the future they aren’t ready for.

You restructure society through memes, movements, or revolutions others won’t dare voice.

You don’t follow trends you birth new timelines.

Pluto in the 12th House

You can sense spiritual death before it happens in people, systems, and dreams.

You are a psychic compost bin things die in your aura so they can transform.

You feel things that aren’t yours and instead of absorbing, you metabolize them for the world.

Your power is so deep, you have to forget it to stay sane and then remember it when the world’s ready.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

A/N: I have some things in the works where Bob is OBSESSED with reader ;) this is completely random and totally chaotic I hope you enjoy <3

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You’re folding laundry when your phone buzzes with an incoming FaceTime. Bob’s name flashes across the screen, and you grin, answering without hesitation.

His face fills the screen instantly, golden hair a mess like he’s been running his hands through it all morning, a pout already tugging at his mouth. “Why the fuck do I have to work?” he whines, dragging out the last word like a sulking child. “This is bullshit. I should be in your lap.”

You snort. “You literally just got there.”

“That doesn’t make it less cruel,” he argues, flopping dramatically onto what you assume is a very expensive couch. “They make me sit in meetings. I have powers, princess. Powers. I can hear a leaf fall in Tokyo. Why do I have to listen to Greg from finance talk about budget cuts?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you even have a Greg from finance?”

“Does it matter?” he snaps, then immediately softens. “Anyway, I had a great idea. You ready?”

“Bob—”

“No, wait—don’t say no yet!” He holds up a finger, already grinning. “Just hear me out, okay? I’ve been thinking—”

“No.”

He gasps like you slapped him. “No?! I didn’t even say anything yet!”

You fix him with a patient stare. “You literally started that sentence with ‘just hear me out.’ That’s how I know it’s going to be ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous,” he insists, wide-eyed and animated. “Okay, yes—technically it involves robbing a bank—BUT LISTEN!!!”

“Oh my god.” you mutter shaking your head. “No, babe, listen! Not a big bank, just like... a medium one. Small-town vibes. Like, ethically questionable but not morally bankrupt.” He explains like that makes it all make sense.

You bury your face in your hands, laughing. “Bob.”

“We’d wear matching ski masks. You’d look so hot in a ski mask, by the way. I’d probably lose focus and forget to grab the money.” He groans as he starts thinking of you in a ski mask, "fuck i need to just buy you a ski mask..."

“You’re unhinged.”

He winks. “For you, absolutely.”

There’s a beat of silence as you shake your head, trying not to smile too hard. On the other end of the call, Bob just watches you—completely gone, eyes soft and full of unfiltered affection.

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmur, folding another shirt.

“Yeah, but I’m ridiculous for you,” he replies, voice suddenly low and sweet. “And I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason I haven’t actually robbed a bank yet.”

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Well. That and the fact you’d definitely get distracted halfway through and start bragging about your girlfriend.”

He grins like you just proved his point. “Damn right I would. They’d arrest me and I’d be like, ‘worth it. Have you seen her?’”

You sigh through a laugh. “You’re the worst.”

Bob beams. “Love you too, princess.”

XoXoXo

A day later, you get another FaceTime call. It’s barely 9 a.m.

You answer groggily, still in bed, rubbing your eyes. “Bob?”

He’s already grinning. “Okay, okay, hear me out—”

“Oh dear god.”

“No, listen! This one is genius. I was watching this documentary about, like, oceans or something—doesn’t matter, that's not the point—but they mentioned international waters and it just hit me.”

You cringe hearing him ramble, “Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“Pirate yacht.”

You stare at him, deadpan. “No.”

He throws his hands up. “What do you mean no?! You didn’t even hear the plan.”

“I don’t need to hear the plan, Bob.”

“It’s so good, though!” he insists, eyes sparkling. “We buy a boat—like a nice boat. You pick it out, I’ll pay. You name it. Something cute like The Love Tug or—”

“That sounds like a sex toy.”

“Exactly!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

Bob continues, completely unbothered. “Baby I'm brilliant. We take it out to international waters. Now we’re technically not under any government jurisdiction. We’re free. You with me?”

You nod slightly and mumble, “Regrettably.”

“Then—pirate stuff. You wear one of those hot corset things, I wear eyeliner. We steal treasure. We say ‘arrrr’ a lot. Maybe I duel someone. I don’t know! I think I’d be really good with a sword. You’d be my pirate queen. You could make people walk the plank if they looked at me too long.”

“…Why are you like this?”

Bob just shrugs, grinning. “I love you. And I get bored.” You shake your head slowly. “You’re a walking HR violation.”

“And yet you keep answering my calls,” he says smugly.

Unfortunately, he’s right.

You groan. “What happened to robbing a bank?”

“Still on the table. Could be part of the pirate phase. You ever seen a pirate rob a Chase branch?”

“No, Bob.”

“Exactly. Groundbreaking.”

XoXoXoXo

Two nights later, you're curled up on the couch when your phone pings again. It's Bob. No FaceTime this time—just a string of frantic messages:

Bob

Baby. BABE. I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA. Ready??? Two words: Pet tiger.

You pause. Then type back.

You

Absolutely not.

Bob

TOO LATE I ALREADY NAMED HIM His name is Pancake and he loves you He’s big and bitey but he has a little bowtie You’re gonna LOVE HIM

You immediately hit FaceTime.

He answers, looking way too excited for someone who may or may not have committed an international wildlife smuggling crime.

“You did not get an actual tiger, right?”

“…Define ‘get.’”

“Robert.”

“Don’t call me by my government name!! I didn’t buy him, if that’s what you’re asking,” he says defensively. “He just… followed me. With help. From a sketchy Russian zoo and a portal I may have accidentally ripped open.”

“Bob.”

“He has a BOWTIE.”

A beat of silence.

“Can I name the next one?”

Bob’s entire face lights up like the Fourth of July. “You mean it?!”

“Only if we train them to hate your accountant.”

“Deal. You’re perfect. Wanna help me teach Pancake how to maul billionaires?”

You sigh and nod "only if I can see his bowtie."

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[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

KAY my take on Steph’s most recent appearance in the preview for Wonder Woman #23:

Now, you might be thinking: “Tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs, what POSSIBLY could you have to complain about! You’re always saying ‘I miss Stephanie Brown’ and ‘Where is my daughter Stephanie Brown’ and such things. Now she’s here! You should be rejoicing!”

Well, for one, I am! Stephanie brown, on her own, not in a panel of miscellaneous bats, speaking lines of dialogue, in 2025!! I’m happy for her!! I’m overjoyed at Proof that Steph has a degree of remaining relevance!! However I would be even happier if she was a smidge more in character!

Now, you might be thinking: “but tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs, how can that be? Didn’t Steph act a very similar way in the Robin 80 Page Giant when she meets Black Canary for the first time? How about her similar attitude in Gotham Knights #22? you Love Gotham Knights #22! Don’t you remember Gotham Knights #22?”

I do! I promise I remember Gotham Knights #22! And the Robin 80 Page Giant! But I still think there’s a few key differences in play here! Let’s break it down.

When Steph meets Black Canary for the first time in the Robin 80 Page Giant, she’s immediately starstruck. But she’s also still distinctly Steph! Almost immediately after meeting her, Steph tries angling to be Black Canary’s partner and then, when rejected, to be her apprentice. Steph has a purpose, and her admiration doesn’t render her too shy to act like herself: she’s just as gregarious and outgoing and forthright as always.

And this continues on when Steph completely uninvited returns to Dinah’s the next day, and makes her case to learn from Black Canary again. And, when rejected again, she keeps pushing, and when Dinah brushes her off again, Steph is still at it, offering to do her errands. When Black Canary finally assents, Steph leaps to start, asking ‘What do we do first?’. Noticeably, Steph’s core characteristics (her stubbornness, her defiance, and her determination) are intact and in play. Her admiration of Black Canary makes her giddy and overeager, but she is never cowed and her actions are all rooted in who she is.

“But tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs!!” You might cry, “there’s a big difference here! Steph doesn’t already admire or even seem to know of Black Canary until they meet! Sure she’s awestruck by meeting a female hero she looks up to, but it’s not the same situation at all!”

And you’d be right to say so. Damn, if only we had an example of how Steph acted when meeting a hero she looked up to since childhood and who had massive significance to her.. Oh wait! The Batman!

It isn’t really useful to analyze Steph’s first meeting with Bruce in Detective #648, because from a doyalist POV, Steph’s childhood admiration of Batman hadn’t been established yet. But in the retelling of her backstory and where her childhood admiration of Batman is established in Secret Origins 80 Page Special, we also see a retelling of her first meeting with Batman, and lo and behold: turns out she is able to form a complete sentence!

“Ah, but tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs! You still have forgotten Gotham Knights #22!”

Fine, let’s talk about Gotham Knights #22 then. On first blush, the style of Steph’s dialogue seems mostly the same! She flounders with her words briefly, she rambles, and she is overeager. But let’s take a closer look at what’s different. In Gotham Knights #22, Steph is not overly apologetic. This makes sense, Steph is a character who deals with self doubt but who does not show it very openly. She is self assured and blunt and makes her decisions quickly. While she has, and does, apologize when she thinks she’s done something wrong, I wouldn’t say shes the type to apologize for a faux passé in a social situation, and I can’t see her doing so three separate times in between her handful of sentences like she does in the preview.

Additionally, although in GK #22 Steph trips over a word once or twice, she is never downright stuttering and she isn’t nearly as shy. This is another strong element of Steph’s character. She is not bashful, she is not nervous and sheepish. Even as she is obviously somewhat nervous in GK #22 she’s also distinctly herself. Steph doesn’t become any less bold.

“So sure, maybe Steph isn’t the most in character she could possibly ideally be in this - what - one page of a comic that’s not at all about her. Is that really such a big deal? If you agree she has at least acted nervously and ramble-y in the face of other heroes she’s looked up to, what’s the big fuss about?”

Well, first and foremost, I love Steph and again, am super happy to see her in something current! I wanted to break it down a little, and would probably be making a similar post talking about Steph’s history with meeting heroes she admires even if I agreed 100% with the execution here!

But also, well, because I’ve neglected to mention one little tiny detail. Context.

When she meets Black Canary, Steph is 15 years old. She’s a scrappy, fresh, a new-to-vigilanting high schooler who is desperate for some real training from someone who will take her seriously. Black Canary is the third superhero Steph had ever met at that point, the second to give her the time of day, and the very first to give her the time of day who was also an actual adult instead of a teenaged boy a year younger than her. That influences how she acts- a fucking lot.

Same goes for Gotham Knights #22: context plays a big role here. She’s been struggling to prove herself to a cold and aloof Batman since she met him, and now is her chance! She’s also still only 16, with, again, still limited experience with other heroes.

Today, Steph is no longer 15, and She’s met quite a few more heroes and she’s been a vigilante for quite a few more years. Besides that, she’s also met another childhood favorite superhero - and we all know how that went - and the disastrous result likely should’ve by all means instilled in her an inkling of a ‘don’t meet your idols’ notion. At the very least a degree more caution, or a degree less hero worship.

I’m not saying it’s impossible for Steph as an adult hero to look up to Wonder Woman, or be a little shell shocked in her presence, but I do think the execution works and fits better for the character she was at 15 than the hero in her own right she is (supposed to be) today, and for the reasons I’ve gone into above, I don’t think the characterization is quite right even for that 15 year old. So if it’s too meek, too shy, too untethered and aimless for 15 or 16 year old Steph characterization, I really don’t think it works well for an older, more experienced Steph.

And I think it matters especially because Steph’s age is still weirdly in flux, as unfortunately some comic authors (Batgirls.. cough cough) have thought of her and wrote her as a young teen instead of the adult she should by all means be.

Again, I don’t think the concept is totally flawed, and I don’t think my small nitpicks mean Steph is being written HORRIBLY out of character or anything, but I do think it could be better, and I wanted to provide my thoughts on why, given how rare a focus on Steph is nowadays!

[dishpowder]

i have evidence involving the proceedings of the faerie kingdom arc, white lily, and clotted cream cookie in @fishymom-art's fix a beast au

clotted cream is going to get blown up.

(woah cliffhanger)

"what?? dish, this makes no sense!! you have 0 evidence, literally no reasoning or proof for this claim!! take your meds!!!!"

ahaha. you fool.

i present my evidence

there must be some reason for white lily to blow up clotted cream in the first place. some sort of motivation or cause.... right?

other than clotted cream. well. hitting on her.

if you look at some of the earlier faerie kingdom comics, you can see that the faeries' doubt in white lily is subtly, yet noticeably, prominent

"the letter is fake/false!" "oh, youre reading too far into this!"

ahaahaha. or am i.

white lily is clearly not fulfilling her duties. even if she does mourn elder faerie and cares about silverbell, it doesnt mean that the kingdom itself matters to her. she's volatile. maybe she CAN bring it to its end, maybe even in the process of trying to fight clotted cream OR trying to put the beasts in the silver tree, like she (and clotted cream) originally planned.

the letter might not be a complete lie. whoever wrote it could be telling the absolute truth.

and after all, whats a writer who doesnt slip little hints and foreshadowing into their work? we know fishy has done this multiple times, such as the whole pure vanilla lobotomy deal and the LoK, to name a recent one.

"but why would white lily BLOW UP clotted cream??? thats a bit drastic, wouldnt she do some thing more... low-key?"

ahaha, let us not forget white lily is a bomber type cookie. if i were fishy, i would NOT pass up on a joke like that. we all know they wouldnt.

on top of that, clotted cream also describes her as "definitely more stubborn than the other heros." white lily would probably resort to the most readily available option. her magic. her, ahem, BOMBER TYPE magic.

the faerie in the letter also describes her as "putting her selfish plans above [the faeries'] safety and trust." does blowing up clotted cream not seem like a selfish plan to you??

oh, and one other thing,

literally right out of their own mouth (or... keyboard).

"ouu but its obviously never gonna happen, that was clearly a joke!" "white lily would never do such a thing, thats very out of character" "no sane person puts that many question marks at the end of their sentence"

yeah yeah, and fishy has also never denied things as canon before they become canon. yep.

i rest my case

[supremefloof]

episode 15 thoughts

I love ghostblade and whatever is wrong with him (ep 15 spoilers ahead)

right off the bat, we learn that yup ghostblade did indeed kill little johnnies dad. his name is "Sheng" and he dies in year 22. he's got naturey powers!

omg i can't help it ghostblade was frying me this entire episode. this is so comically edgy and it's for sure on purpose LMAO

large and loving family full of laughter and food. bro was just too overstimulated 😭 to be fair though if I perceived the world like this exactly i would also crash out

become the COOLEST ASSASIN lmfaooooooo

makes me think though this is the mindset of someone with over 175 kills. like he has carried this mindset from childhood, even including his childhood ideas about ghosts/curses.

The butcher shop is Mo Butchers, and his chinese hero name is Mo Sha, neat detail!

this ep made me go back to ghostblade's pv, and in this one I noticed that you can actually see the sign mentioned "three-peat X". wish I saw this before the mistranslations got me so confused

we have definitely not seen all of Ghostblade's backstory. like, for one, where did he learn this?? in his other pv it shows him in a surgeons office or something so probably there.

okay. I've been pretty satirical so far. but I just KNOW ghostblade's character is going to have a bit more to it than his insanely silly fumbling, and i'm going to see SO MUCH annoying misinterpretation of it on other social media.

like... methinks he's an unreliable narrator. maybe even lying to my face perhaps

this entire thing as he talks is like soooo edgy and cool but like. that pig is crying. that pig has human eyes. this line is so suspicious. ghostblade is a CHILD here.

he pretty privileged his way to heroism lmaooo

although... seeing how committed rock was to the yang cheng bit it's possible that this was set up as well. I mean, how does one become an assassin hero anyways off of fomo thirst trapping

an affective disorder is, defined according to wikipedia:

any of a group of conditions of mental and behavioral disorder where the main underlying characteristic is a disturbance in the person's mood.

and also his name is Wang Yi. and he DID talk at some point.

WHY DOES SHANG LOOK LIKE THAT?? and ghostblade gave him an ick I think

"I finally left that place to become the coolest assassin, and I picked out the coolest name: ghostblade" is that sass

aaaaand there it is! greed, violence, knowing too much, etc. it's all wrong.

MG.........what are you cooking here..... what did Sheng know?? this also proves that MG has been silencing people since wayyy before yang cheng.

omg is big johnny a curse or a last blessing from Sheng?? that's so cool

Zhang Lan and that fuckass bagel alley

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN. THJIS IS SO UNSERIOUS I LOVE HIM

he was def trying to aura farm here

awwww this is cuteeeee. ghostblade in wedding clothes :000000000

the way the priest just carries on as usual while she says i do on her phone.

Is that the same guy??????

HE'S SMILING! and also, Zhan Lan's name in his phone is literally just "HER."

oh my god they were in love. they were freaking it on the regular. GB is worried about her health but the marriage shatters becaujse she didnt get pregnant nonchalantly enough 😭

thats a brand new sentence huh

NO REALLY. WHAT'S THE STORY HERE? why is him killing people in the same artstyle as his overstimulating childhood

oughhh him hugging the bunny... cut to THIS lolll. Also, birds

no literally WHAT IS THIS GHOSTBLADE? the stalking scenes with the serious music... I love this show sm

omg @/spotlightlover you called it gb thought Nuonuo's stalker was someone else 💀

another thing to support the unreliable narrator thing, or even that the entire episode is generally satirical in some sense: the Loli-GB fight scene looks WAY cooler from his POV

oh in general I love the animation style of this ep!! it's very pretty

I also love when GB is expressive! glad he's not just wearing the same expression constantly.

It seems like he lives on a Tower Floor and has been for ages.

damn so that's why rock was weirded out that he didn't pick up. ghostblade has literally nobody else that could possibly be talking to him.

love this super pretty shot. This feels to me like GB is finally realizing and understanding love for family... and maybe even the love he grew up with but didn't quite receive.

rocks expression at the end... that was definitely not his intention. or maybe he wasn't expecting ghostblade to do anything by himself like ever.

I feel like this episode maybe had an important theme that I didn't quite pick up?

he does feel very autistic coded

yeahhhh this is one of my favorite heroes so far. super fun episode as well!

[offdxty]

The well-known hiss of his door opening is enough for Kane to snap back out of the somewhat-slumber, somewhat-trance he'd been in; Muscles stiffen and tense within seconds, a breath getting caught in his lungs, eyes remaining closed at first out of---

...Fear, it might be. Fear that the bastard security guard without a name has returned to go on with whatever he's planned this time - some more pain, some more humiliation, both of it. Kane knows, after all, that the man is beyond displeased with the fact that he did not cry, did not beg in a way he'd hoped for...

Dread sets in, settles next to said fear, causing a stomach to cramp and a heart to miss a beat. Part of Kane wants to run, another part wants to keep fighting; He's been able to hold onto himself so far, kept his emotions in check, but he knows he might not be able to do such for much longer - might fall apart instead, turning into the pretty crier which that asshole had wanted to see just a short while ago.

He swallows again, brows knitting, as the seconds pass---

...But then, something else happens; Despite his eyes being closed, Kane notices the change in brightness immediately - and that surprises him, very much so, has his eyelids flicking open, gaze needing a second to adjust to the outright comfortable glow of soft orange instead of stark white.

He does notice a figure standing there, approaching him after a little while - but it's not that security guard he's so afraid of, nor is it someone else that he hasn't really met before...

No, it's... it's Dr. Harrow. He's just existing, the softness of his voice basically drilling itself into Kane's mind, like a punch to his stomach because of how kind it is in comparison to everything else he's gone through during the last day. Hey, he says, follows it up with chamomile tea...

And Kane blinks, stares as he sits up in a slow but steady motion - eyes wide, brows lifted high, like a deer in headlights, as he takes in the sight of the one who had disappeared not too long ago, but now has come back.

He's here. Harrow is here.

Lips part, the bottom one trembling the faintest bit as Kane blinks a few more times - like he tries to make sense of this, figure out whether this whole thing is even real to begin with. Is he sleeping, perhaps? Is this a dream? Has his body finally given in, with him being unable to keep holding onto his own self...?

Kane smells it, the chamomile tea. The scent of it cuts through the sterile air like a knife, but in a good way - like a blanket curling itself around sore shoulders, a promise of something better, something nice interrupting all the bleak and unkind...

"... Harrow?" A simple ask, a name spoken out in a question, yet it comes out broken and almost a little too high-pitched as that breath leaves Kane, not-Kane, it's lungs. Like someone who cannot believe what they're seeing, overwhelmed with all the emotions that crash down onto them with the force of a tidal wave.

No anger. No hate. None of it, not even a glimpse appearing within dark brown irises.

But so, so much else instead. So much else, in fact, that it's hard to pinpoint what it might be exactly - hope, surprise, relief, anxiety, sadness, happiness, all of them combined?

"I thought...I thought--- I thought you were... I thought they would---" Kane rarely stutters, but here he is - unable to form a complete sentence, his mind racing so fast that thoughts seem to slip right through his grasp, breaths getting stuck, one after another, as unsteady hands hold onto the edge of the mattress - left and right from his thighs, fingers digging into the fabric... "I thought I would never...---" ... "..Are you... are you okay...?"

Arthur was still, back straight in the chair outside of the observation wings. His eyes were fixed on a seam in the wall across from him, his hands folded too tightly in his lap; his thumb still ached from his familiar movements with the cane, that comforting movement that had been long past overused; even now it was twitching, pressing circling, searching for something else to do. 

The nail had long since broken off. 

“You’ll be monitored the entire time,” Cho said softly. “Vitals, expression, voice.” 

Arthur didn’t respond. His mouth was too full of the chemical fog already seeping in - and part of him didn’t want to waste energy talking to people that he didn’t want to. 

Cho paused, tilting his head. “… Arthur, this isn’t about punishment. You’re not in trouble. We’re just trying to make sure it’s safe to put you back in there.” 

Arthur exhaled sharply, but didn’t answer with anything more than that. He wasn’t stupid -  everyone here knew that he wasn’t stupid. They wanted control, they were mad that they weren’t getting it.

There wasn’t anything else past that. 

Cho exhaled, nodding. He allowed the man to take his bag - seemingly comfortable with the contents after looking through it. Fresh bandages, topical pain relievers, a hand-made salve that smelled of cedar and mint. The tea was still warm, sealed in a travel mug. 

He didn’t even know if Kane would want it. He didn’t even know if Kane would want to be around him. 

Arthur stood, his legs feeling like they weren’t fully under him. His mind was fogged, but floating; the sedative blurred the sharpest edges, but nothing dulled the harsh weight in his chest. The guilt pressed down more firmly than anything ever had. 

He walked through his room, first, not giving anything a second glance. He didn’t even glance to Kane through the window, not when contact was so close - he walked closer, pushing his hand against the panel, watching as the door slid open. 

Another hiss, a pull. The lights inside were still too bright, buzzing overhead like nothing less than a migraine. It made the inside of the room look like something close to a museum, making Kane look like nothing but an object on display. 

Arthur’s throat tightened. 

He stepped in slowly, moving immediately to the wall. He didn’t say anything, terrified of this twisting into a moment of anger or fear; he went to the panel, instead, his fingers working far faster than Six’s had. With a familiar code and a faint beep, the overhead lights dimmed all at once; it was morning, but he still set it for night, letting the shadows fallow over them. 

Quiet lights still lit up the edges of the room, a soft orange glow following the perimeter of the floor and ceiling. Just enough to be able to see - dark enough that Kane would, hopefully, be able to sleep. 

His eyes were rimmed with red, from more than just the drug. His face was pale, his lips were pressed tight - he was still in a daze, one that lingered in his limbs, his pupils just slightly too wide. Drugged, exhausted, and a man who had cried at some point before this. 

He had only been in the room for a few moments, but he already felt sickened by it all. Seeing the man in person somehow made the guilt set in more than if he had seen him from through the window or over a screen; Kane looked far more fragile, in person. 

Arthur didn’t want to keep him here, anymore. He’d already decided that, in less than a week. 

He shifted his bag off of his shoulder, walking carefully toward the bed. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft - wishing that he was a bit better in moments like this, just so he would know what to say.

“I brought tea. It has… chamomile, and some other things. I thought it might help.” 

He hoped it would help, though likely knew it wouldn’t. He had seen everything that happened - it was all horrible. It was beyond horrible, it was suffering that no one needed to exist through - and he knew that he couldn’t undo it. Something that, he thought, meant he couldn’t fix it. 

He just wanted to try.

He had missed Kane. 

[itzlazy9]

I love to see people being selective about what's in the books.

The whole "a mate would know what's wrong," but Lucien can't see what's going on with Elain, and the same with Azriel and Gwyn. -> FALSE

Madja in ACOWAR:

The ancient healer jerked her chin toward Lucien. “See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”

Previously to this phrase, Lucien had asked the IC to get Elain out of the house where she was withering away for months; she was depressed. He asked them to take her to a garden or the sea. And that's what they do, turns out it helps Elain. He knew that being locked in that house was killing her. He saw she was suffering and offered a solution.

I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”

Fast forward to the same chapter Madja tells us this information. They let Lucien for the second time be near Elain.

The sound seemed to startle Elain, who swiftly set down her teacup. She rose to her feet, and Lucien shot to his.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted.

“What—what was that?”

Lucien pulls in the bond, Elain is startled, stops, apologizes, and then Nesta interferes. It's then that Elain has a proper vision in front of Lucien for the first time. Elain described a vision in front of the others previously, which she called nightmares, Azriel shows interest. After that Nesta asks Elain what she wants "sunshine"

Elain only stared at him for a long moment. And any lucidity faded away as she shook her head, blinking twice, and said to Nesta, “Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black.”

Back to Lucien they ask him what he felt. He confirms there is a bond (more to himself) and what he felt was something different.

“No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

It's finally when Azriel has been present for more than one vision and knows what happened in the library that he stops a concerned Lucien:

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.

Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly.

“We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

Azriel who saw Elain as an advantage for the Night Court in the upcoming war. Once again, I bring this up, if Azriel names the powers she gained, does it mean it's a problem, an ill, because "a mate knows what's amiss with them"? Or does Rhys naming Nesta's powers now make him her mate?

Let's go to the Bonus chapter. Azriel reads Elain's lie like an open book. No, it's not because he is his mate, it's because he reads people. With that same logic, Azriel should be Bryce's mate because he saw through her lie without even knowing the language or seeing how she had hurt herself with the rocks (he isn't, obviously).

And Azriel does know what's going on with Gwyn, she doesn't like the memory that both have resurfaced.

For a heartbeat, their gazes met. He blocked out the bloody memory that fashed, so at odds with the Gwyn he saw before him now.

Her head ducked, as if remembering it too. That he’d been the one who’d found her that day at Sangravah.

Gwyn makes a dismissal and Azriel doesn't accept it and teases her, they both do. Once again we see Azriel read Gwyn.

Pure amusement glittered in her stare. Better than the pain and grief he’d spied a moment before. So he offered her a crooked smile. “I can’t sleep without my favorite dagger.”

And he asked Gwyn if she was cold, not because he couldn't see what was going on, but because Azriel had been torturing himself with the cold night a couple of sentences before. When he leaves, Gwyn is still training, and he once again brings up the cold; he tells her not to be out much more or she'll freeze.

“Happy Solstice,” Azriel said before aiming for the archway into the House. “Don’t stay out too much longer. You’ll freeze.”

[purple--queen]

What is it with marvel always let their characters falling to their dead???

[mossytrashcan]

is it considered “new” art if I just repost the gideon update that no one liked the first time

[begled]

Ok so yes of course gemma casey haunts the narrative because shes the entire reason it exists in the first place. shes not only in all of outie mark's actions but in everything mark s does as well because without her there is no mark s......... her absence created him. ok yes the viewer is also choking on her ghost there is nothing we can see through mark's eyes that doesnt have a gemma coloured filter Or Whatever Idonteven care its not even it doesnt matter to me affirmations

[kaos-living]

I want to write something where Neil, having about zero examples of a normal relationship with others, just goes full swing into the monsters dynamics, Im talking no hesitation. Cause the only person he really stuck with was Mary, and we all know how that went. So of course the monsters would be like that, how else are they supposed to make sure no one gets kidnapped by the mafia? Safety in numbers bitch

[fifthseraph]

There is never a moment where part of my mind is not Here

[prophetleodes]

was discussing this in the iliad community i'm in, but i think that agamemnon is rlly underrated and misrepresented as a character. i do understand why he is portrayed so negatively in so many modern adaptations, because a lot of his actions in the iliad have.... uh, not aged particularly well. certainly when i first read the iliad and approached it from a modern perspective i hated him, but now, i rlly like him as a character. like, yes, he does do bad things (the way he treated chryses was horrible), but i think a lot of his flaws can be put down to pride, and he's not the only character in the iliad to cause problems due to his pride

i do think that modern depictions of clytemnestra as an unproblematic 'girlboss' has led to agamemnon being portrayed as Just Plain Evil and. sigh. i can understand why ppl don't like him because of his treatment of chryseis and briseis, but you can't act like he's the only man in the iliad to be shit towards captive women. like, fundamentally, he is not a modern character, and should not be treated like a modern character. he only appears to be evil and horrible because you've taken him out of context

[dodofoge]

you bringing to life all the great little haikyuu text posts means everything to me thank you for your service

AHSHDHHSNSNDJSJ THAK YOU SM IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!!!! I love the text posts and love doodling for them!!!!!!!!!!!!

[meowsticmarvels]

the dehumanization and infantilization of the players in squid game makes me insane. they're all assigned numbers and only referred to by staff as that. they aren't people, just numbers. gi-hun says that they treat the players like horses to bet on (and they do!). the trackers in their skin. the way all the games are inspired by games for children; all of the competitors are grown adults. the tracksuits that look like school sportswear. even simple, accidental, human mistakes are punished. they aren't meant to be seen as human. they're just players of a game, in the eyes of the creators.

[teddybeartoji]

who would you send me on a blind date with from mha