#I HAVE SO MUCH MORE

[justl-12]

This is a mostly mcyt blog, but i rewatched the black clover movie and cannot get them out my mind

[cursingtoji]

Omgggg pls tell us more about cult leader suguru and blind reader 😩😩😩😩

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED OKAY HERE IT GOES

cult leader!suguru met blind!reader when he visited a remote village that an intel told him had many curses

indeed it had, from how toxic and filled with hate that place was, it was no surprise to him the amount of spirits born from it

he decided it would be easier to set the village on fire, let his curses devour the villagers and gather the remaining curses for himself

the plan was already in action when he spotted a little house over the hill that had a light on, he didn’t want to leave any witnesses behind so he went there by himself

right as he passed by window he saw you, for a second he thought you were praying, eyes closed looking down

as he saw the entrance of your house he realized something was wrong. there were many offensive words sprayed on your walls, broken vases and eggs by the door too.

he entered the house quietly, noticing the white cane and the braille books by the table

“just take what you want and leave” you said, moving your head in the direction you heard the steps.

“you can’t see” he took a step closer noticing your breath getting more intense, in your hand there was a knife, a kitchen knife.

geto understood that was probably not the first time something like that happened, you had a few bruises on your arms and hands. on your forehead cut that wasn’t treated properly. how truly despicable was that village?

he approached you, holding your hand as soon as you raised the knife and screamed at him, he could so easily turn that around and stab you in the neck. no curse would need to be used for this one defective human.

so why was he gently taking the knife out of your hand and putting it back on the counter?

“please—“ your lip quivered, the smell of intense burning was reaching your house now, he watched as your nose scrunched with the scent.

“were you born like that?” his thumb ghosted your eyelashes, “open your eyes” he watched your eye moving beneath your eyelids before your lashes rose and he saw only white. there was definitely cursed energy there

“i was attacked by an animal, when i was kid” you said through a shaking voice. geto smirked, the cursed energy traces lead him to believe it was no animal, but a cursed spirit.

could you be considered a monkey if you had cursed energy even if you weren’t born with it?

he took your hand, noticing how jumpy you got when touched, he placed your hand in his face, wanting you to feel at least a bit more comfortable with him

he bit his lower lip, “come with me, okay? i’ll watch over you”

your cold palm touched his cheek, thumb running over his high cheekbone, he closed his left eye so you could trace it while watching your expression with his right one, seeing how you became a little bit more relaxed exploring his face. suguru wondered how many times you touched a face before.

“geto-sama” you retrieved your hand when a second voice surprised you. geto turned around annoyed, “all cursed spirits were captured, even the small ones. we can leave now”

“i’ll be there in a minute” he replied, dismissing the messenger.

“geto-sama” you repeat the name in a whisper, your hand closed near your chest

“call me suguru” he took your hand once again, waiting for you to wrap it around his. he guided you out, taking your cane on his way to abandon the house, to let it burn with all the awful memories you had in that village.

[biggestwilliamfinnfan]

There aren't words to describe how heavily I feel the loss of Bill Finn.

Nothing but talented and underappreciated. His work changed the lives of surely thousands, and changed the environment of musical theater in the 80's (and modern day) for the better. He made being gay and Jewish seem normal, because it is. He shone light onto the AIDS epidemic.

Not only that, but this storytelling and composing is truly that of wonders. His music alone is enough to shape a person. His music has changed me forever. His stories have changed me forever. I will always be grateful for the fact that he never stopped writing, that he wrote and wrote and shared his beautiful music with the world. Finn was truly a blessing to the theater community. I will forever miss him.

I hope he's resting easy.

[zubin-bus]

cont.

[hollys-fairy-hell]

Lord imagine Irep taunting Peri in the early stages of him being captured. As much as I love this ship I also love the bitter enemies.

I got carried away with this one. Angst below my friends. Angst below.

Irep doing and saying anything to make Peri as miserable as possible in his final moments. Dev in tow.

Just to stop coming all together when he realises Peri is too far gone for it to even hurt him anymore. Dev suggesting they go back to rub it in Peris face somemore only to be met with a bored look and a “no point his mind is to far gone for it to really hurt him now.” Or something

Irep just bored of it. While Peris only time seeing anyone else was when Irep and Dev came by. He is just alone now. Nothing to distract him from the fact hes going to die alone in a cage. Maybe he was trying to keep it together cause Dev was present. But now fully alone, knowing himself that hes probably not even worth it to Irep. Knowing that must mean hes close to dying. Maybe he wished the pain was more blinding. More mind numbing so he couldn’t think like Irep probably thought. Maybe he doesn’t want to think about how hes never gonna see his family again.

Maybe Dev can sneak a peak at this state of complete misery? Maybe Peri having a little sob begging for it to be over. Just a nice quite little moment of loosing all hope? Curled up in on himself in the middle of the floor where Irep last tossed him about. Quietly begging for someone to come back. To not be all alone. Even if he gets hurt some more. Even if they taunt him. To just not be alone.

I wonder how a 10 year old would react to that. Probably trying to be bitter. Sneaking away again. Finding his dad. Telling himself that it’s the only way to get his dad to love him. Constantly repeating in his mind that it’s Peris fault for failing him. For his rules. Knowing deep down. In is heart that isnt true but theres nothing he can do.

[that-random-outsider]

Bridgella Heather's Au

TW for mentions of Murder, Suicide, Blood etc I'm not going to add anything that wasn't already in the movie so if any of those themes make you uncomfortable in any way I suggest clicking off this post.

So the idea is basically, Ella and Bridget have been childhood friends since kindergarten. However around their freshman year Ella moved because of her father's death. Her stepmother had acted as if it was because that house held too many 'memories' but in truth she just couldn't wait to blow all the new money she got from Ella’s father's will. Bridget begged her to stay, she didn’t know how to survive without Ella by her side. She tried to fit in, make friends, be a good person just like how she’d always imagined. But she quickly realized high-school wasn't like any of the movies she'd seen. It was kill or be killed, and Bridget wasn't ready to die. So she started lashing out. Ignoring her homework, avoiding her moms tantrums, yelling at teachers. All that anger, that madness she'd been suppressing since Ella had left just finally seemed to overflow when she almost killed a guy. Charming. He'd been friends with her and Ella back when they were kids. Ella was always so enamored by him. If only she could see how much of an asshole he'd became after she'd left.

It was no surprise really, rich kid flirt always looking for another heart to break. If anything she was surprised she'd hadn't seen it earlier, still she hadn't meant to hurt him. Bridget was just trying to get to her next class when Christopher approached her looking for trouble. He kept messing with her, despite her telling him she wasn't interested in his stupid quest to take out every girl in school. Of course he just had to keep insisting and they were both starting to get upset when suddenly he said something he would immediately regret. "What still holding out for if Ella comes back? Because we both know she would've chosen me." Bridget lunged at the boy anger in every strike until someone had to pull her away from Charming’s beaten body as she fought the grip of whoever was holding her back wanting, no needing to finish the job.

Of course she was expaled from school and labeled unstable by the district forcing her to move county's to some place where people didn't know about what happened to finish high-school. Her mom was pissed about Bridget ruining her reputation and no one had the time to home school her so eventually she found herself at the place she'd hated most for all these years. The place that took her bestfriend away from her. The place she'd sworn to watch burn to the ground for ruining her life. Westerberg high.

Okay now some background on how Ella’s been doing since the two were separated. After her father died and their family moved to Ohio Ella quickly realized she’d be on her own. She thew herself into her studies knowing that the moment she turned eighteen she'd be out on the streets. Her stepmother never wanted her, and if it was her choice Ella would have been gone the moment her father kicked the bucket. But just because her stepmother couldn't get rid of her doesn't mean that she couldn’t make her life hell.

They piled every thing on her from chores, to bills, to anything else she could imagine and some days she’d just want so badly to run and never look back, but she wasn’t an idiot. She had no money and nowhere to go, if she ran away she'd just have to return to a closed door that had no interest in taking her back. So instead she studied, she spent every waking hour making sure to pass exams keeping up college courses, doing other people's homework for money. Anything to get a scholarship and get out of there. She wanted nothing to do with the hell hole she'd been forced to call home.

She wanted nothing to do with the assholes who treated her only friend like shit, and she wanted nothing to do with the only three girls who could protect her for the rest of high-school. Well, okay maybe she did. Uliana, Anastasia, and Drizella. The most popular girls in school, two of whom where her step sisters unfortunately. Not that anyone at Westerberg knew of course, seeing as they were embarrassed of the fact. However when Ella manages to impress Uliana with perfectly forged hall pass and history assignments she offers her a free pass to what first sounded like a drama free school year. And of course whatever Uliana says goes so even her step sisters backed off a bit at school. It wasn’t perfect but it was livable, and without so many distractions she was managed to get some work done. Or it was at least until a familiar face walked into the cafeteria one day.

Ella didn’t recognize Bridget at first when she first locked eyes with her. She couldn’t help but feel like there was something specific about her that she couldn’t quite place as she took a seat in the back away from everyone. Even after Bridget’s eyes moved away from her old friends at the loss of recognition, Ella's eyes couldn’t help but linger on the new girl. Bridget however recognized Ella right away, she was the first thing she searched for when she entered the school she watched with growing rage as her friend was peer pressured into bullying some girl in a blue sweater vest.

It made Bridget’s blood boil, her Ella would have never done that, not if it meant hurting someone with a good heart. She had to get Ella out of that place so they could watch it all burn together. Ella eventually approaches Bridget as the bell rings and finally Ella understands why she felt so familiar she'd dreamt of seeing Bridget again for so many nights but she had to forget her to face her new reality one that ended with something more practical than a happily every after. So she goes to the party with Uliana and her sister's and has a horrible time until she can't take it anymore. She tells Fay about the stupid prank and makes Uliana look like a fool in front of everyone causing the whole school to turn their backs on her.

There was no way she could go home and face her step sisters house, but after what she did to Fay there was no way she could face her either. Besides in that moment there was only one person she truly wanted to see. The person who'd she’d wished to see for so long but forced herself to forget. Bridget. Her legs lead her to her house as her arms forced open the window to Bridget’s bed room and she was met face to face with her bestfriend, someone she'd longed to be more than just friends with for so long, but forced herself to hide it in fear of what others might say. Someone who she could no longer continue to hide how much she loved her from.

After Ella tells her everything Bridget decides right then and there that the first one to die would be Uliana. Ella goes to visit her along with Bridget the next morning claiming to need her protection if she was going to survive the next week, and the thought of Ella feeling the need to grovel at anyone made Bridget sick with fury. So when Ella accidently grabbed the cup with rat poison instead of the hangover cure, who was she to point it out? She deserved it. They all did.

[theblogformydeluluself]

You know you are a Mattheo ff writer when your pin page suddenly looks like this

[ezekielonlysleptfor2hourd]

SIDE STORY OF:

Oh there’s a baby

@Multibetasfh. I hope this might be to your liking

Warning: Angst. Baby Kamor gets bullied by Mad Crow

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The main floor was peaceful—at least, to everyone else.

Mahatma hummed to himself as he stirred a pot of applesauce, the warm scent filling the air. Hipswitch had stepped out, and Albus was off doing whatever idiotic thing he did when unsupervised.

And Kamor?

Kamor was trembling on the floor, silent tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.

Because he was here.

Mad Crow.

A flicker in the shadows. A whisper curling in his ears. A presence that only he could see.

“Aw, don’t cry, little bird,” Mad Crow crooned, crouching beside him. His voice slithered through the air, syrupy-sweet and dripping with malice. “You’re making this too easy.”

Kamor curled into himself, fists gripping the fabric of his too-big shirt. He wanted to scream, to call for someone, but no sound came—just quiet sniffles as his tiny body trembled.

Mad Crow laughed. Low, mocking, cruel. “Oh, look at you. So weak. So helpless.” He leaned in close, shadowy fingers tracing just above Kamor’s tiny throat. “I could crush you right now. Snuff you out before you ever remember who you really are.”

Kamor let out a tiny, fearful hiccup, his breath coming in quick gasps. He didn’t understand. Why was this happening? Why was this thing always watching him, always whispering to him, always knowing things he didn’t remember?

Mad Crow tilted his head, golden eyes glinting with twisted amusement. “Ah… you still don’t understand, do you?” He tutted, shaking his head. “Poor, pathetic little thing.”

Kamor clenched his fists tighter, his baby mind overwhelmed with terror and confusion. He wanted Hipswitch. He wanted Mahatma. He wanted anyone who could make this nightmare go away.

Mad Crow smirked. “It’s almost sad how fragile you are now. So easy to break.” His voice dropped lower, a whisper against Kamor’s ear. “Maybe I should. Just to see what happens.”

But then—

“Kamor?”

Mahatma’s voice. Warm. Real. Safe.

Mad Crow’s grin widened. “Oh? Are you going to run to the Doctor? Cling to them like a scared little child?” He chuckled darkly. “How fitting.”

But just like that—he was gone.

Like he was never there.

Kamor gasped, lungs heaving as the terror lingered.

“Kamor?” Mahatma called again, stepping into the room, spoon in hand. He frowned at the sight of the baby on the floor, his face tear-streaked and his body trembling. “Oh, oh no—what happened?”

Before Kamor could even try to move, Mahatma rushed over, scooping him up with surprising gentleness.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay—” He rocked Kamor slightly, brows furrowed in concern. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Kamor hiccupped, pressing his face into Mahatma’s chest, desperate for warmth, for comfort, for anything that wasn’t him.

Mahatma sighed, rubbing Kamor’s back. “Poor thing… It’s okay. You’re safe.”

But Kamor wasn’t sure he believed that. Because Mad Crow was still out there.

And he was never really gone.

(I WANT RIP MAD CROW’S THROAT)

The cabinet was supposed to be a hiding spot. Kamor had only wanted to play. To tuck himself away and giggle when Mahatma eventually found him. It had been fun—until the door wouldn’t open.

The darkness swallowed him whole. It was suffocating. Heavy. Familiar.

And then— A slow, mocking laugh echoed all around him. Kamor froze. His breath hitched.

“Oh, Kamor…”

Mad Crow.

“You just make this too easy.”

The voice slithered through the shadows, curling around Kamor like invisible chains.

“You don’t even know why this feels familiar, do you?” Mad Crow hummed, feigning sympathy. “Poor little bird, trapped in a cage of his own making. How poetic.”

Kamor whimpered, his tiny hands pushing at the cabinet door, desperate to get out. But it wouldn’t budge.

“Scared?” Mad Crow cooed. “Oh, but you should be.”

A chill ran down Kamor’s spine as the voice shifted, growing lower, more venomous.

“Because you’re not the only one I could break.”

Kamor went still.

“Oh, you’re starting to care about them, aren’t you?” A chuckle. “That cowboy? That pathetic excuse for a warrior? That shaking little doctor and his pet monster?”

Kamor’s little fists clenched.

“What would happen if I scrapped Hipswitch?” Mad Crow mused. “Stripped him apart, bolt by bolt, until he was nothing but useless metal?”

Kamor shook his head rapidly, silent tears forming in his eyes.

“And Albus?” The voice was sickly sweet. “Oh, he’s already so broken, isn’t he? So easy to push him further. To shatter what little sanity he has left.”

Kamor’s breathing turned ragged.

“And Mahatma…”

No. No, no, no.

“His mind is so delicate. So full of doubt. It wouldn’t take much to snap him in two.”

Kamor shook in the darkness, tiny sobs wracking his small frame. They were his—his family. His weird, dysfunctional, ridiculous family.

Mad Crow couldn’t have them.

“You can’t protect them, little bird.”

A whisper against his ear.

“You never could.”

The cabinet burst open.

Light flooded in as Hipswitch pulled the door back, his sharp eyes scanning the tiny, trembling form inside.

“…Partner?”

Kamor launched himself forward, tiny arms wrapping around Hipswitch’s chest, holding on like his life depended on it.

Hipswitch stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. Slowly, hesitantly, he rested a hand on Kamor’s back.

“…You’re okay,” Hipswitch murmured, voice softer than usual. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you here.” Kamor clenched the fabric of Hipswitch’s coat, burying his face against him.

But in the back of his mind, Mad Crow’s words still lingered. Because deep down, Kamor knew—

The nightmare wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.

(Teeehee, I love me some angst. The next part is toddler version of Kamor)

The dim light of the lantern flickered as Kamor traced his fingers along the worn pages of the book.

The stars stared back at him—maps of constellations long gone.

Gemini. The Big Dipper. Orion’s Belt.

Names that belonged to a world that no longer existed.

A world that he had come from. A world that was dead.

Kamor’s chest tightened. He didn’t remember much—not his old life, not his family, not even his own name before all of this. Just fragments.

But the stars? They were familiar. They were his.

“Lost in nostalgia, little bird?”

Kamor tensed.

The warmth of the room felt colder. The air heavier.

Mad Crow had arrived.

A shadowy form leaned lazily against the bookshelf, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “That’s quite the book you’ve got there.”

Kamor’s grip tightened. He refused to acknowledge him.

“Ah, don’t be like that,” Mad Crow chuckled. “I’m just here to reminisce with you.”

He stepped closer, his presence looming, suffocating. “The stars really are something, aren’t they? So many of them. So vast.”

His grin widened. “And yet…” A pause. A shift in the air.

“Not a single one of them remembers you.”

Kamor’s hands trembled.

“You can stare at those constellations all you want, but Earth?” Mad Crow let out a low, mocking laugh. “It’s gone. Your people? Gone. Your old family?”

A cruel smirk. “Nothing but space dust.”

Kamor’s breath hitched. “You’re alone, Kamor.”

Mad Crow leaned in, whispering in his ear. “Just a rock, drifting in endless space.”

Kamor squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers digging into the pages.

It wasn’t true.

He wasn’t alone.

…Right?

Mad Crow tilted his head, watching, waiting for that crack to split wide open.

But then— A voice. Gruff. Steady. Real.

“Partner?”

Mad Crow’s presence vanished in an instant.

Kamor’s eyes snapped open.

Hipswitch stood at the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted slightly. “You good?”

Kamor stared at him, his breathing unsteady.

Hipswitch narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “…You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Kamor swallowed hard. His gaze flickered to the book in his lap, to the ancient stars that no longer shone in this universe.

For a moment, silence.

Then, slowly, Kamor raised his hands.

‘Do you ever wonder about the stars?’

Hipswitch blinked. Then, with a small shrug, he sat down next to him.

“Ain’t much of a star-gazer,” he admitted, tipping his hat back. “But I figure they’re still up there. Even if we can’t see ‘em the same way.”

Kamor looked at him, his fingers hovering over the pages.

‘Do you think… they remember us?’

Hipswitch was quiet for a moment. Then, after a slow exhale— “Nah.”

Kamor flinched.

“But that don’t mean we stop rememberin’ them.”

Kamor stared. Hipswitch didn’t elaborate. He didn’t try to comfort him, didn’t give him some flowery speech. Just sat there, steady as ever.

Like an anchor.

Like something real.

Kamor let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. Mad Crow’s whispers still lingered in the back of his mind. But as he sat there—next to Hipswitch, in the quiet hum of the night— He felt a little less like a rock drifting through endless space.

[dybalassunshine]

My favorite kind of pictures <3

[ikaishere]

i have no idea how to caption that.

[zhoushuyis]

RaySand fluff that lives in my head rent free™️:

Sand reminding Ray to eat and take his vitamins on time

Ray peeling oranges and feeding slices to Sand as he works on his thesis project

Ray being the business head of their wine business, outsourcing work and not doing a single damn thing except the critical decision making. Sand just sits and stares at him with awe

Sand bringing home hair clips for Ray’s hair. They are yellow and have smileys on them. Him dying of cuteness aggression when Ray actually wears them.

Ray stealing his boyfriends tshirts meanwhile Sand loves to raid Ray’s closet and dress him in different styles

Sand takes Ray to concert dates, movie dates, amusement park dates

Ray takes Sand to beach dates, dessert dates, fancy dinner dates, after which they go eat ramen at a convenience store cz the fancy food was bland

Ray gifting Sand a nice silk shirt to wear on their fancy dinner date

Cuddling and watching movies and ordering take out in their PJs (Sand’s PJs)

Ray didn’t have many hobbies cz he drank his life away. So now he takes up cute lil hobbies like buying vinyl records, watching mystery movies and skincare

Ray having lasting effects of alcohol withdrawal - anxiety, tremors and lower appetite - They go on long walks and Sand fights his tantrums to make him eat 

“Come over and sleep with me. I can’t sleep.” “Should we move in together?”

Ray and Sand dancing at the bar and making out in the corner and being yelled at by their friends for taking too long to get drinks

“I want you to have your dream too” “You are my dream, Sand”

[saurinzz]

These lyrics specifically remind me of TRK Neil, not before and not after.

[octaves-of-estoiles]

Eldritch and magical girl hood is a spectrum

And I know that my work is tagged 'magical girl'-

But Evara reader leans one way, and it is not magical girl

[busycloudy]

You'll never believe who my favorite Twisted Wonderland character is☺️

[good-morzan-inheritance-cycle]

For @thearunadragon I love you so much for asking for this and encouraging my delulu (also side note, LOVE your Dino interactions with the crew posts. Those make my day)

More ‘good Morzan’ AU dumps! Relationships edition!

Morzan’s relationship with Eragon at the start was kinda rocky. Eragon’s side reasonably being that he didn’t trust Morzan despite Murtaugh’s reassurances that his dad wasn’t foresworn anymore and just SLIGHTLY crazy. They meet after the battle of Furthen dur, because Morzan went to go get his runaway son because he’s a dummy that fights in a war on a random Tuesday.

Later on, by the time Oromis gets questionable in his training and Eragon’s condition is at its worst, Morzan calls Oromis out for being a bad teacher because he’s not willing to adapt to his student’s needs and is more likely to get Eragon killed. He takes over as Eragon’s teacher for the most part, and this is where they start getting closer. As Morzan pushes eragon despite his seizures, but also helps him learn his limits and adjust his learning in order to improve Eragon’s daily life. He becomes like a father figure and even tells Eragon about Brom, as Morzan is aware of Eragon’s parentage but doesn’t see it as his place to tell him.

Murtaugh and Eragon follow similar to the books at the start, but unlike canon, Murtaugh isn’t kidnapped until a little later and actually spends time with Morzan and Eragon. Murtaugh is the one to tell Eragon how his dad risked his life to escape with him. He also lets him know he’s allowed to keep Zar’oc because even if it’s his personal birthright, Eragon is the dragon rider in need of a rider sword.

Morzan gets along with Saphira well enough and she’s logical enough to understand that Morzan is one of the best people to teach her and Eragon. She’s cautious at first, but later by the time Morzan takes over teaching, she’s rather close to him and his dragon. Morzan is also highly respectful of her, but treats her like the kid she actually is. He also has a pretty heavy conversation with Eragon when the whole “relationships and I might forever be alone” issues start up.

Morzan’s Dragon is also a big goof, even if he’s one of the eldest and biggest dragons to exist nowadays. He baby’s Murtaugh even if when he had first been born, he was a stubborn butt and refused to admit his attachment. He likes to play and encourages Saphira to be a hatchling and have fun. Rolling in the grass, or flying in a funky or fun way that helps her loosen and learn how to do tighter turns, sharper dives and quicker take offs.

But, he’s also really calm and helps Eragon and Saphira a lot with their own relationship. Saph still develops her schoolgirl crush on Glaedar, but Morzan’s dragon is able to defuse the situation a little calmer than in canon. Although she still does lash out and needs a breather. They mostly just talk about respect, and that a mate isn’t everything, and not to be a pessimist about never finding a mate, as the world is a big place and they might not even be the last ones.

Oh, and none of them die by the end. When Murtaugh goes into his self banishment, Morzan and his dragon make it clear they’ll always have a home and be loved. And there’s always a place for redemption. Morzan’s dragon also basically Adopts Thorn but in a more uncle way than a fatherly way.

Also, Morzan’s dragon gets a new name. He’ll never be able to have his original or true one ever again, but a spell cast by the other dragons and magics users allow him to have a new name that won’t be forgotten.

Will probably make a part 2 to this soon that focuses purely on Morzan’s relationship with his dragon and son.

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Made a silly thing with a capcut template (with a few tweaks)