#I miss these two idiot so much

[fugeoni666]

-It was a sight to behold, Vergil, taking a nap while the dust light slowly shine away from his bed, his face is peaceful, his breathes steady, sleeping soundly- "You're home, brother, you are being protected here" "They said the devil may cry when they lost their loved one, but now they may cry when they happy to reunite with their long lost brother for so long, a dream that's finally be true."

[ataraxianne]

I'm literally crying what do you mean Blitzø was like "LOOK AN UFO" and Stolas believed it and started looking up at the sky so when he was distracted Blitzø ate his ice cream😭😭😭😭

[sabo-torao]

ZOLU CRUMBS !!!!!!

[immagrosscandy]

y6ch18 feat. hora de aventura reference

[lakka-arts]

Me: “Ok, it’s spelled Jesskas and should be pronounced Jess-kas, please don’t mess this up”

My brain, a no good trouble maker and scoundrel: “it’s pronounced jackass”

[dreamersolacey]

It's literally them.

[somewhat-exhausted]

spoilers for Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

so I finished The Hero of Ages a week or so ago and it ruined my life as much as the Loki finale three days before it did and I’m still not doing well BUT

more to the point, I finally started Mistborn: Secret History and I just… fucking like

only Kelsier would wake up in the almost-afterlife and decide, yeah okay fuck this and proceed to punch God in the face and call him Fuzz

the best part is it’s so wildly in character I almost died

[miladylocksley]

Warble me to death with the sweetness of your song

Simon is seduced by a siren with the ability to take the shape of whoever its victim desires most.

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CHAPTER ONE

SIMON

Why is he in the water?

Baz always stays away from the water. The merwolves scare him. He’d deny it, but I know they do. Plus, there’s probably some creatures rivalry, if you ask me. 

He’s just standing there, soaked up to his knees, but he’d obviously dipped all the way fairly recently by the state of his shirt. It clings to him like a second skin. It’s grey and thick enough not be see-through even when wet, but it cannot hide Baz’s broad shoulders and strong arms bulging underneath the long sleeves. His hair is slicked back and looks longer than usual, like it does when he comes out of the shower, always neat and untangled. And he’s wearing jeans. Black, tight, snug jeans. 

I’ve never seen him wear jeans before. I wonder why because he must be aware of how good he looks in them. Not that he needs the help. 

Why is he just standing there?

There’s no sun peeking through the clouds and Baz is uncommonly cold in warmer weather. I approach the water slowly. He doesn’t seem to be shivering. He wears the same smirk he always does when he’s looking at me, like my entire existence dictates his perpetual sneer, but as I come closer I finally notice his eyes. They’re wrong. 

Baz’s eyes are usually a clear grey, unlike any I’ve ever seen, but they are darker when he leaves our room late in the evening. To hunt. He’d deny it, but I know he does. 

Who disappears until well after midnight—and not for a clandestine meeting with a secret lover? The answer doesn’t immediately scream vampire, but combined with his dubious eating habits, cold sensitivity and wardrobe choices straight out of Dracula? I’m not stupid. I’ve read books, though Baz doesn’t believe me. 

His eyes look like that now: dark and wide. Hungry. 

“Baz?” I ask tentatively. 

He doesn’t answer.

I try again. “What are you doing out here?” 

He turns around and walks back deeper into the water. I stand still, watching as his body slowly disappears, and only move once the water has reached his hips and those jeans are hidden beneath the waves.

I don’t know why I go after him. I just know it feels wrong not to. 

“Stop.”

And he actually does. 

The water has reached the middle of his back now as he turns to face me. I want to ask why he’s here again, but as soon as I glimpse his face he sinks below the water. 

The moat is somber and the sky doesn’t provide much light. I can’t see Baz anywhere. I try to spy movement in the water, but everything is so still. I’m ready to plunge ahead when his head breaks the surface right in front of me. 

He doesn’t even need to catch his breath. 

The rest of his body follows and he stands less than a step away from me. He still won’t say anything, just looks at me. He looks at me the way he always does, he’s just never been this close when he’s done it, or when I’ve looked right back. 

I’ve never witnessed this much scorn. Baz is always scowling, and smirking when he sees how much it bothers me, but he’s never seemed this cruel. It’s wrong. He’s all wrong. 

But he keeps looking at me and it’s impossible not to do the same. I’m scared of what will happen if I turn away. I’ve never been afraid of Baz, just cautiously on my guard whenever he’s around, which is quite often when you’re cursed with sharing a room. 

But I’m scared now. I feel like the slightest movement would break this stand-still we seem to have found ourselves in. Like a pause, an actual rupture in time where it’s just Baz and me and our breaths between us. It’s like being taken out of time and put on a singular moment that will define what happens next. 

This is what Baz and I facing each other looks like. This is how I imagine it will be when the time—the real time—comes. Though I don’t know why we’d be in the water. Or without wands. 

This is how I imagine someone who wants me dead looks like. This isn’t Baz. I want to know what’s changed. Why he’s acting this way. Why he’s letting me come close enough to touch him. 

He looks half-asleep. Why lure me here if he isn’t going to do anything? I feel like screaming. Why is he doing this? 

Why does he hate me?

I put my hands on his face. He’s cold. He’s always cold. I want him to push me away. I want him to tease me for the idiot that I am. I want Baz.

I want Baz? 

I gasp—now I surely look like an idiot—and bring my fingers to the back of his neck and through his hair. I’ve dreamed of this. 

I must have dreamed of it because it feels eerily familiar. And, like in my dreams, he doesn’t push me away. Rather, his arms encircle me and he’s encouraging me to do exactly what I’ve been curious about trying. So, I do. 

I pull him to me and crash my lips against his. It’s not gentle or slow; I’m devouring every one of his breaths. He’d been pretty passive so far, but his body lights up and he pushes against me as we’re kissing. 

I’m kissing a boy. I’m kissing Baz.    

And it feels so good. Unlike any dream. 

I feel flushed as his teeth keep tugging on my lips, but my body is cold. Probably a combination of Baz’s body and the water both enveloping me. 

The water is up to our chests now. That just means Baz’s shirt is floating beneath the surface and rising up and up enough for my hands to slide on his skin. He’s so cold.

And it feels so good. 

I don’t want to stop, I only want to be closer to him. But the closer I get, the colder I feel. My clothes are clinging to my skin and I feel shivers down my back and up my arms that have nothing to do with Baz’s tongue, though it doesn’t help. 

I pull away to look at him. Why isn’t he shivering? This is another instance where I notice that I’ve spent way too much time watching him under a pile of blankets trying to battle the chill that I wholeheartedly welcome. But he isn’t bothered now. He’s wearing his trademark smirk. I kiss it away. 

I let the water leap at our skins, let the droplets touch my sweat and carry it away so that the water always remembers us. I want this engraved onto the very ground of Watford. Where I first felt at home. With Baz, at the top of a tower.

His legs grip my hips and pull me closer. Closer and down. I could sink into him. I do. 

We’re kissing so much that I can’t breathe. 

I can’t breathe.

Baz is pushing me down. I grip his thighs, but he doesn’t move. He keeps kissing me, pushing into me until there is nothing else grounding me but him. It’s aggressive. It feels wrong and unlike Baz. Baz who’s a bully and a vampire. But Baz who isn’t actually a monster. Yet, he’s dragging me, not letting me breathe or move until I’m underwater. Until I’m choking on the water and on his lips.

And he’s grinning. Wild and vicious. Unlike Baz. 

I want to scream, but my throat is on fire. I can feel us sinking deeper and Baz still looks unaffected. Gleeful, even. Vampires can’t breathe underwater, can they? 

Except he doesn’t look like a vampire now, save for the fangs. His eyes are bloodshot around a black abyss. His nails are digging harder and I can feel his arms stiffen to trap me in. I struggle, but his grip doesn’t lessen. He looks like one of those scary mermaids the stories never talk about. A siren. 

This isn’t Baz. 

This isn’t Baz, I keep telling myself and as I do his face slowly changes to something equally beautiful but terrifying in a way I never found Baz. 

This isn’t Baz, I think again and, at once, my sword is in my hand, and I watch the siren’s eyes grow wide as I plunge the sword into its body. A piercing scream fills the water and the waves thrash in response. And I think, if the siren didn’t get me, this surely will.    

I manage to get away from the siren, but I can’t see where I’m going. I try to get closer to the surface, but I’m constantly being pulled one way or another. My eyes hurt trying to stay open, my body is cold, but my throat is on fire. For one terrifying moment, I think I’m actually catching fire because, even so deep beneath the waves, I can feel the smoke. My eyes hurt even more now. I try to keep them open. 

I try to—

I tr—

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When I open my eyes, I think the siren must have followed me. It doesn’t just take on the appearance of whomever it wants, it gains their abilities too. It can walk on land. It can grow fangs—I mean, different fangs, vampire fangs, not terrifying serpent-like mermaid fangs. 

I try to get away, but my body can barely move. Maybe they’re venomous too. The siren doesn’t try to stop me. Their lips are moving like they’re trying to say something. That’s new. My ears are buzzing but I can make out the word from having seen it enough times. From those same lips. 

My name.

Not Simon. 

Snow. 

“Baz?” I can feel how scratchy my voice probably is, but he understands me. His eyes widen and he extends his arms before stopping suddenly. He looks down and I notice how square his jaw is beneath his full cheeks—fuller than usual. I look down. I’m covered in blood. Not an unusual sight. But, “it’s not mine.” 

“I know,” Baz says. I wonder if I should be creeped out. “Can you move?” he asks. 

Only a little. I wiggle my fingers. 

“Not what I meant,” he says unimpressed. 

I manage to shake my head. Baz sighs in frustration and looks around. There’s no one there except for the two of us. That’s when it hits me. “Did you pull me out?” I ask him. 

More jaw-locking. “Yes,” he mumbles. 

“Why?”

“No one gets to kill you but me, Snow.” 

Lovely.

[crimeronan]

"when does amity technically join the AU polycule" greatest thread in the history of our time, locked after 4838378 pages of DTR debate,

[fingertipsmp3]

This is the spiritual successor to Four Seasons Landscaping. To me.

[msbhagirathi]

A Note On A Beautiful And Subtle Foreshadowing...

Did you notice something? Lol. Wait. Let me elaborate.

Khushi wore a blue salwaar suit, in Epi. 5, the same one that she has worn in this montage. I think the timeline of both this montage and that episode might have been same. I think they tried to give us a hint about what's coming next.

Like Arnav, as we will find in the next episode, has moved back to Delhi and here in this montage we could see that he is looking back to kind of check whether Khushi is following or not. We see Khushi is in a dilemma as she was, kind of sad and upset at the prospect of moving to Delhi she kind of hesitates and is thinking whether to follow or not. Also the fact that red rose is her favorite flower and also Arnav's as well, but she does not know it yet and hence does not know that somewhere she has struck an unknown chord in Arnav and a small part of him already belongs to her but it also is hurting her. As, we know, Arnav did, indeed, hurt her right from the moment they met each other.

The morning sunrise could indicate the rise of a new journey in both of their lives and a rise of a new kind of relationship(not necessarily a romantic one).

[claire-starsword]

Authentic Story of the Shining Force - Saint Fencer Max - Chapter 5

Translation notes:

All enemies so far were recognizable from the game, but here they seem to be original.

This might be Boken?? The only character in the game with a big backpack and hair. And he does show up in Dragonia in-game.

About the Ancient names. Mega Max is clearly alliterative in both languages. Giga Cain is almost that. K sounds in japanese become g sounds once you add a dakuten (ﾞ), so they're associated. And in english it kinda works out accidentally, because a G is basically a C with extras too. Vega Darksol though? No link. The pattern is lost. I'm kinda mad about it.

From an author's comment: "These two also appear in Tanuma-sensei's Shining Force (lol). Are they official members?" Yuichiro Tanuma is the artist for another Shining Force manga, Descent of Great Intention, whose scans I only found today (warning for a lot of ecchi/nudity/nsfw, i'm still going through but what i've seen is pretty horny already). And yes, these background characters also appear there. This manga was published before that one, though, so this is their first appearance.

"But Claire you're dodging the main topic, Cain just did exposition of the whole lore" yes yes, the similarities between it and the GBA version are what made me interested in this manga to begin with, but I've decided there's so much to compare between all versions of Max and Cain I'll make a whole huge ass post about it instead. Look forward to that.

I will mention however that Cain's bodysuit here reminds me a bit of the manual picture with Max being brought into Guardiana for the first time.

I did say we had to talk about Prompt (and then promptly forgot it in the first draft of these notes). Like Waral, Prompt is not seen anywhere in the beta map. And here, it is depicted as only ruins instead of the country it is in the final game. That in itself wouldn't mean much, however, Chapter 7, where Prompt is, has a lot more weirdness in it. It has peculiar unused content implying a whole deleted cutscene with Cain, Adam, Chaos and Darksol in Metapha, and it freezes the Debug Mode's Battle Test any time you Egress (also, Chapter Selection won't even load it from a save file of another chapter, which doesn't happen for any other chapter). Of course, I don't know the actual code of the game, but this gives me the impression that this Chapter 7 had some other Egress point that got removed later. Basically, if there's one part of the game you can expect to have changed late in development, it's Prompt and Metapha, so it could have been only ruins as the manga depicts here, and as I mentioned in the last chapter, some place or machine called Tenochtitlan could have existed.

Oh boy I keep forgetting notes this time! The goddamn chapter title. Both times the Chaos Breaker is mentioned here, it is written with the usual katakana, but also the kanji 対暗黒魔法剣 (Anti-Darkness Magic Sword) as furigana. I felt it was too clunky to mention both sword names in the dialogue, especially when Cain was already pushing the limits of a lot of speech bubbles this chapter. But anyway, yeah, it's supposed to be a bit of a title drop there.

I. forgot. yet. another. note. When Otrant recognizes the robot using an explosion spell, the manga actually says 核爆烈, a mix of 核 (nuclear) and 爆烈 (explosion). However, I couldn't find this exact wording in dictionaries, only fictional works, so it might just dramatic flavor, since nuclear explosions Don't Work Like That. I kept it ambiguous in the translation to not raise questions in the middle of the action, but it's worth noting since both the aforementioned Descent of Great Intention manga and the UK Sonic the Comic version of Shining Force bring up nuclear themes at some point.

[ficsnshipsprime]

NEW COOLIVER FIC ALERT!

Stop whatever y’all are doing and go read my bestie @sleepyboishours amazing fic! Y’all won’t regret it!

[mister-eames]

1/? If you wrote a thesis on Arthur and Eames I would literally carry it around in my pocket & read it daily, so I’m begging you!! Please don’t spare your 5k essay on why you think Arthur thinks he doesn’t have a chance with Eames!! I Wanna know your thoughts on this!! Because I think it’s a combination of elements. Firstly I think initially Arthur truly believes Eames doesn’t like him. They’re too different. Arthur is everything Eames isn’t & vice versa. & even tho the saying goes “opposites

2/? attract”.. sometimes you just clash & that’s that.. I think at first he also mistakes Eames playfulness, his snark, quips & attempts at riling Arthur up as genuine condescension & disdain. I also read once in a fic where Arthur made a comment about how nobody likes the pointman cos at the end of the day it’s his job to pick apart everybody else’s work & point out the weaknesses. So the idea that a guy like Eames, who as a forger has one of the most creative/artistic roles in dreamshare. --- 3/3 would be interested in a guy whose role often involves probably telling people to tone it down... yeah. Not gonna happen. & then I think there’s that fear of mixing business with pleasure. The idea of ruining such a great working partnership by bringing something as messy as FEELINGS into it? I think that’s something that would make Arthur not even entertain the idea of ever having anything more with Eames because how could he ever risk losing Eames as a work partner?

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Aha, are you ready? Obvs these are all just my headcanons, and that the beauty of inception is that the characters can be who we want them to be, all interpretations are valid, etc etc...

So, with Arthur and why I think he thinks doesn't have a chance with Eames. You're right that it's a combination of elements:

I think, at his core, Arthur like, all of us, carries some kind of emotional bruising when it comes to loving and being loved. And like, all of us, Arthur does not think he's perfect. He has self-perceived flaws. Every single one of us, as human beings, has insecurities - even Arthur. I think he uses all of the surface, logical, 'rational' arguments like not wanting to mix business and pleasure to justify not actually addressing these hurts and insecurities.

You know my personal headcanon for Arthur, generally speaking canonically, is that he did not come from money. He grew up poor with a parent that wasn't, say, well enough to be there for him the way a child would need. That he was the caretaker in the household most of the time.

And, bear with me here, on Arthur caring about his looks - Arthur is buttoned up to all hell not because of vanity, but because of how he will be perceived--- he wears his suits less like armour and more like a weapon. Arthur, to me, is scrappy, not defensive.

But despite how he presents himself, deep down Arthur still is that fourteen year old version of himself, the one that lashed out everyone Eventually, he learned to control that anger, the one that showed everyone else where he was wounded -- but he never addressed the ways he was hurt, or the parts of him that has always been deeply lonely. As an adult he isn't keen on loving anyone else because it's always been a one-way transaction. He does not know how to interpret loving someone and being loved in return. For him, what does that even look like? Arthur doesn't want to love anyone because he's never received the same output of love he gives out. And maybe he thinks something is wrong with him, for feeling affection the way he does and never truly getting it back in kind - platonic, familial or romantic.

So he wears his weaponry to keep people from getting too close to touch, figuratively speaking. And maybe Eames takes him on face value for a beat too long.

While I don't really consider Arthur and Eames to be opposites, I do think they are flip sides of the same coin. They share a basic foundation, beliefs, ethics - but can also clash where they combine. It's like when you just... get someone on a basic level, like you share a frequency without needing years of getting to know them. Like when you meet someone and you just know you must have known each other in a past life. Arthur thinks that this weird, antagonistic thing he has with Eames is something different, isn't it? Except, it isn't. It's just love, baby.

Arthur feels it, with Eames. That 'something'. Over time it develops into a feeling that is both thrum and quiet. Like his whole body is vibrating but also completely still just by being near him, thinking about him.

But, at least initially, Arthur is just too... wary to place his money on it, that feeling. It's never provided dividends before.

Which isn't to say that Eames is the one to show Arthur he is 'worth loving', or anything like that. I believe that Arthur comes to that realisation all by himself - realistically, they're both still young and young enough to be insecure at the time of the film. Late 20's, 30s? Babies, in the grand scheme of adulthood. They are only just consolidating out who they are, really. But Arthur, at some point, realizes its okay to put his sword down and be loved in a different way from those who'd said they'd loved him before. To have someone take care of him, to run point for him. He gets better at reading love languages.

And I think, to address Arthurs own insecurities -- we all also have that kind of rose-tinted view of the ones we love while thinking we are plain and unremarkable - we look at them and go fuck, you are amazing, you are incredible, you can do anything and you don't even know it, how do you not know how powerful you are?? --- that's part of it too. Maybe he looks at Eames, Cobb and Mal and thinks just that. Maybe he wonders in what world would Eames ever look at him the same way? Maybe he does underestimate his own power and he takes it all too seriously and to heart when he's not perfect. Maybe he can't look past his own fuck ups in life and in work that it truly clouds his perception of himself and his compatibility with others.

That, I think, are the basic fears Arthur has. It's like inception, right, these 'simplest version of ideas' manifest in more convoluted ones. Those fears get translated and articulated into very simple 'reasonable' arguments he hoodwinks himself with so he never has to face his own vulnerability: it would never work out. I don't like the way he does x, y, z. He is so annoying. He doesn't even like me like that. It'd be bad for business. It's not worth the risk. We're here to work.

So I think Arthur leaves his attraction to Eames like a mailbox slowly accumulating with more and more junk mail. He'll clean it out some day, pushed aside in his own mind, left unattended by him for a long time without realizing the pile is growing. On this, some of my fave fics are the ones where Arthur has this sort of... comically misbehaving subconscious because of his ignored affection for Eames. The ones where there are errant projections who fawn over Eames, or the ones where his subconscious is literally incapable of hurting him. I think Arthur is not.. repressed... as an individual, but the feelings he has for Eames are so large and encompassing and that he's tried to fit it into too small of a box, and that box is spilling out at the sides. What he feels cannot be contained or disposed of. He would be that kind of hot mess.

But, Arthur, you darling fool. The feeling is mutual.

[fluffalpenguin]

Hey, do you think you could draw some poisonappleshipping? (Yugo, Yuri, Rin) I’ve been a fan of you since around April and it would be really cool if you could draw my rarepair

I don't really have time nor energy for requests but here's some of my old ones!

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Like all I want is someone to love and adore, but with the smallest inkling that they actually care about me as a person too and won't drop me the first time I'm an inconvenience. If I had that we'd fuck nasty every which way all the damn time and I'd send them cute nudes to fluster them when I was feeling flirty. It shouldn't be so damned hard to find that 😔