#OHHHHHH THIS WAS SO GOOD

[mandiemegatron]

It was almost suffocating, this feeling permeating throughout the room. He knew he had to get the two of them out, and fast.

(it's two sentences but shhhhh. Go crazy :D. I of course had law in mind cause teehehehehee 🤭🫣 I love him. But you write whomever!! Love you!! -Rye)

ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴡ 🤭💖 ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀᴀ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ 😈😈😈 ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ 🤭💖

ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᵐᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ. ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃˢᵗ.

Law glances over at you again, noticing the panic slowly settling over your face as you take in the now closed entrance where you two had walked in. The heavy doors refused to budge, no matter how hard you kicked and how much you silently begged for them to reopen.

The lantern you'd brought and handed to him began to flicker, showing signs of low oxygen in the room. 'This isn't good...' Law thinks to himself before he places the lantern down, laying a heavy hand on your shoulder as he says,

"Stay calm, Y/N. The others weren't too far behind us, they should find us soon-"

He froze when you slowly looked up at him with watery eyes, fear and anxiousness settling over his skin. "T-they won't," you started, turning Law's blood to ice as you took a shuttered breath,

"Shachi s-said they were gonna turn back... they don't know how far into this place we ended up going..."

As Law takes in the ceiling littered in raw sea stone with a broken Kikoku in hand, he sighs heavily and goes to respond, only to get cut off as a low, gutteral sound echos off the dusty and dilapidated marble walls. You step closer to him and cling to the back of his shirt when something, what seems to be a similar echo, responds.

Weakened and now seemingly outnumbered, Law looks down at you as you grip your own weapon, ready to go out with a fight. You look up at your weakened Captain and you can only smile sadly as he whispers brokenly, "I'm so sorry."

You weren't given a chance to reply as the lantern finally flickered out, and all Law could hear was you screaming as something pulled you away.

[nanamimizz]

camelia with diluc…wah…

a/n ; writing this one for u first as a congrats on ur final mwah.

cw ; fem!reader (referred to as girl / other gendered language), yandere

C - Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”

You are not naive.

At least, not anymore. You think you had been once. The first time you'd travelled alone to the city and let your eye catch on the silhouette of Diluc Ragnvindr - there was a breath of innocence to you that served you well. A foolish young thing with big dreams and hopes.

The city of Mondstadt, the city of freedom. It called to you. A restricted thing raised in a place with green pastures and roads unpaved for miles and miles on end. You didn't know then that cities eat girls like you slowly but surely. Like lambs chewing on sharpened grass blades. Red can so often look like green if you're blind enough to the color.

A big place like that would swallow you tenderly.

A man like Diluc felt out of reach the first time you met him. A job at the tavern to help pay the bills - that's all. Your boss was a kind man to you even then. He talked in short, curt sentences but always paid you on time and escorted the first hand that came up to harass you. He told you to look after yourself a bit more.

Pretty, young girls like you are always in danger, he'd said. Be careful, and keep something on you.

Through gossip pages and newspapers and the words of his brother—who frequented the bar often when Diluc was absent— you learned of his legend. A dark knight, and unspoken hero. The shadow of Mondstat named Diluc. What a wonderful thing to be so dedicated to any cause. You'd always admired people like that, with something to believe in so much they'd give their life for it.

You were a simple girl is all. A quiet life, with a lover that adores you and open land. A life where you could roam freely with nothing to restrict you. Once upon a time, you think this what you'd sought most. Meeting Diluc fueled your wishful thinking - the price of hopeless romanticism was drawn in by a handsome face and a characteristic gruffness.

Naive girls always fall in love with men who are kind enough. Such a thing suits you perfectly. Diluc always paid attention to you but it became clear it was no longer your imagination playing tricks of you.

He was always a gentleman. Still is. Even though lately you're unsure if the world outside is safe enough to step foot in it. When Diluc greets you, he kisses the place your shoulder meet your neck and smooths his hands over your hips.

He is an adoring, kind man. And once, many years before this, you were almost eager to turn a blind eye to all the signs of his devotion - as raw as the symbol of Pyro hanging from his waist. The smell of iron on his fingers when he brings your chin up to peer at you, or the stains on his jacket. The scent of death, of violence that hung over him like a cloak. How long had it remained there? How long would it persist?

(Sometimes, you'd wondered if your children would bear it just as much as he did. Loving too much, can it be passed through blood?)

The long nights that turn into cold beds in the morning. The sudden disappearances of men at the bars. Regulars who'd only ever flirt with you in jest - gone. Nothing in their absence other than silence, and the presence of your lover shining glasses. Devotion is not the same as love, not exactly. Though they're similar, and they go hand in hand - like how can a devoted man not love something wholly.

Devotion can be a sinister thing. As such, you think Diluc is devoted to you. When you catch the glint of his claymore in the moonlight on your way home, you shield yourself. You close your eyes and ears to last wails. You remember that man. He was a drunkard and so brutish. It's funny how the timbre of his voice sounds so shrill on deaths door.

You are no longer a naive girl. Diluc comes home the following morning - a pleasant smile and a gentle hand.

"Go wash up," You say, heart pounding. He nods, kisses your forehead "And leave your dress shirt in the basin, will you?"

He looks at you fondly. Devotedly and oh so sinister you want to look away.

"You know I'd do anything for you, right?" He says, not often giving you intense verbal affection "My love for you knows no limits."

You believe him. So much it is painful. You tremble as you kiss him. If he can taste your heartbeat on his tongue, it must please him "Of course I know. How could I not?"

[avbvee]

more mizuki being happy and living life like normal ummm who is mizu5 i dont know her

[crowrelli]

how I doodle oswald: 💕✨😕 // how I doodle ed: a mix of wallace and gromet and curious george

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

more of Soda n Dallas being a conniving duo I think

[shikisei]

met some new guys today

[goatsandgangsters]

timely AML fun fact!

in 1908, the summer Olympics were held in London from April through the end of October

which means the Olympics are happening in the background during the entirety of A Marvellous Light

now I'm thinking about the headache that a flock of international magician-athletes would be, and poor Edwin and Adelaide like REGGIE, PLEASE COME BACK AND DO YOUR JOB, WE'RE FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT POLE-VAULTER JUST FLEW

[love-songs-for-emma]

‼️ VAMPIRE QUESTION TIME ‼️ [MORAL DILEMMAS ALERT🚨]

if your significant other/best friend were turned into a vampire, would you want them to turn you into one too?

and, vice versa,

if you were turned into a vampire, would you want to turn your significant other/best friend into one too?

[xhollowfaerie]

Lavanda

a/n: ahhhh i reallyyy like how this came out, with the exception of me being a sleep deprived idiot and literally forgetting that Zara is already dead by the time Lucanis is First Talon (ik im a fucking dumbass) so ignore that part, but i liked the dialogue too much to scrap it, it is what it is. sung this song for hours while writing, pls listen if u can it's one of my favs and it adds so much to the atmosphere, it's very Rookanis to me <3 pps the elvhen destroyed my brain. i learned too many things. forbidden knowledge. enjoy💜 tags: demi4demi Rookanis, hurt/comfort, fluff, these little idiots are so in love, almost kiss, Rook runs Lucanis a bath, the smallest hint of spice (yes the concept art-inspired bath smut is on the way, i promise), Lucanis covered in scars is canon to me, body hair + happy trail Lucanis hehehe, dadbod-ish(?) Lucanis🤤, I overuse "mierda" but I like it too much

Rook was happily humming a bard song as her fingers danced along the pool of water, watching the ripples with a smile.

“She would always like to say,

Why change the past when you can own this day…”

Her pointed ears twitched as they picked up a familiar rhythm of steps approaching, causing her to bite her lip and smile even wider, tilting her head to the side.

“My, I was beginning to think the Crows had stolen you away again, Master Dellamorte…” Kore giggled, turning to face Lucanis.

Just as she had hoped, a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that, Rook” Lucanis blurted curtly, before clearing his throat. He was still the First Talon, it seemed, ready to give orders. “...please. It’s too formal.”

She covered her lips sheepishly, as she always did after her flirting and teasing.

“I’m sorry.” 

He hummed shortly. “Why don’t I believe you?”

The elf glanced away, trying to contain the flush of her own features as she gestured towards the steaming pool.

“Well… I ran you a nice, warm bath! Lavender and honey… to help you relax. You deserve it.” He took a deep breath of the scent into his lungs, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her voice softened, and her smile felt like a warm hug.

“You’ve been working so much, tending to your duties as First Talon. I can't imagine how stressful it must be.” Lucanis found himself at a loss around Rook again; they had gotten much closer, and she was always showering him with affection; with her attention, with her allure. 

Lavender was calming. Of course; the most popular remedy for trouble sleeping; but it was quite ironic that Spite had whispered that exact word into his ear at Pietra as he looked at her lips. Lucanis had begun to associate it with a more exciting feeling. The feeling Rook gave him every time they were together.

‘KISS. HER. LUCANIS! FIRST KISS. LAVENDER AND HONEY. SO MANY TIMES, SHE BRINGS IT UP. KISS HER, KISS HER!’

The Crow flushed a deeper shade of red, averting his eyes.

‘REMEMBER! COFFEE DATE. FIRST KISS! REMIND ROOK.’

Kore had… omitted the truth. In her desperation to flirt, she had pretended as if she had ever had a first kiss. Much like Lucanis, she could only suspect what it would taste like. In his mind, she was more experienced - sweet, relaxed, flirty, and, not to mention, breathtaking. He had seen the way Viper looked at her. His mind had filled in the rest. Albeit… inaccurately. 

Running him a bath… cooking together, for each other, making coffee… grocery trips, reading, comparing daggers… The domesticity that had grown so beautifully between them wrapped its hands around his neck, cutting his oxygen off.

He didn't want to ruin it. Everything. Her. What they had. He didn't know what to call it, but that couldn't matter any less. He knew he was her assassin. Her God Killer. He would be anything she ever needed. It was all he needed. To be useful to her. To be what she needs.

“How was Treviso?”

As her voice caressed his hearing, his shoulders slouched. The assassin let out a sigh, guard finally lowering; for just a split second, he unravelled his facade and visibly winced. It was so easy to forget himself around her, to allow himself to grow comfortable. Too comfortable. 

“It was-”

“Lucanis!”

She stood up and rushed to his side, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

“You're hurt!”

His heart was bursting at the expression of concern on her face. He smiled in an attempt to console her. “I assure you, I'll live” he chuckled, but she furrowed her brows and puffed her cheek as she always did when she was frustrated with him. He tried again. “No pasa nada. I promise, Rook, it's nothing.”

“Mientes” she mumbled, reaching a hand up to straighten his collar. His eyes widened. The Antivan leaving her lips always took him by surprise. He stared at her dumbfounded as she pressed on.

“Does it hurt? Can I see?”

He blushed again, and took a moment to remember how to string words together.

“My… ribs.”

Her hands rested on his chest, and he felt her touch burning a fire inside of it through his clothes.

“Rook-”

“Please, Lucanis. Let me help you.”

Mierda, her eyes. How could he ever say no to them?

“You always take care of me… Let me do the same.”

He could feel the heat extending to his neck and ears, wishing desperately that she would be a lot worse at allowing him to open up, for once - it was getting considerably harder to stay away from her, to maintain a safe distance between them, especially as her hands ran down his chest with that look on her face that he couldn’t quite pin down.

‘Rook. Loves you. Loves Spite, loves us!’ Spite helped, inching closer to her. She briefly glanced at him, giggling as he grinned in her direction. Lucanis narrowed his eyes in confusion, but she quickly caught onto it and, scrambling to shift his attention, lifted a hand up to cup his face, her own catching on fire.

“Can you… open your shirt for me, please?”

The dryness in his throat physically hurt as he tried his best to gulp it down, feeling himself unable to move, or speak, or do anything other than admire her with what he knew was unbridled affection and… something else that he really hated himself for.

“L-Lucanis?” “Yes.”

His answer was immediate, breathless. None of them spoke any further or moved. They stared into each-other; she lovingly studied the sharp angles of his face as he delighted in the roundness of hers, wishing more than anything that his arms could wrap around her figure and hold her to his chest.

The simple dress she was wearing fit her so beautifully - he didn’t have the courage to mention he’d just bought her the one she mentioned she loved the last time they went to Treviso together. Had they met under different circumstances, he would have been convinced she was royalty; a Princess, a Goddess. The intricate elven markings on her face, the trails of lightning… he wanted to press his lips down the length of them, no matter how far they went - he would let them guide his mouth over her skin while he worshipped her for days.

“U-Um… s-should I…?” Kore finally broke the silence between them, feeling the intensity of his gaze crumbling her composure; his eyes were one of his sharpest tools, but they had never regarded her with anything other than delicate softness - well, that, and… w-whatever had filled them just now, making her skin tingle under the fabric of her dress.

As if she’d shocked him, Lucanis finally snapped out of it, idly clearing his throat and taking a step back as her hand fell from his face, scratching the side of his neck. “Y-N-No, I, uh, I can manage... Thank you, Kore.”

Kore pursed her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Her enchanted eye followed Spite as he circled around her, brushing the tips of their fingers together. When her green orb landed on Lucanis again, his dexterous hands were unbuttoning his vest, eyes following their motions. He shrugged it off effortlessly before removing his crow pin, untying and pulling his cravat off with one swift motion, causing Kore to almost lose her balance for a second, hand rushing to cover the gasp that left her mouth. He glanced at her with the same look from earlier, a natural charm and… almost… she was inclined to say hunger, but that thought made her want to scream into a pillow. He was about to say something, but Spite clamped his hand over his mouth, making Lucanis scowl for a moment.

‘SHUT. UP! She’s enjoying it! KEEP. GOING.’

Desperately shoving the embarrassment creeping inside him back down, Lucanis tore his gaze away from her again, focusing on his buttons, dextrous fingers twisting them out of their eyelets with cold precision. The elf felt her lips parting enough for her knuckle to peek through, sinking her teeth into her skin as she watched him breathlessly. Slowly, his large hands moved lower and lower, allowing her a glimpse of his body beneath the expensive, dark purple fabric; her heartbeat picked up as her eyes shyly explored the shape of his chest, his sun-kissed skin riddled with scars. 

When he reached the final button, he straightened himself awkwardly, feeling the fabric part as it exposed his abdomen to her. She shamelessly trailed the length of his dark hairs lower and lower, trying her absolute best to not get distracted by the enticing mix of muscle and softness. A large bruise bloomed the span of his ribs, right across a large, visibly newer scar. 

Her eyes widened, feeling the tears already welling up; instinctively, she stepped closer, lightly reaching to ghost her fingers over it. Oh, Maker, Maker, why, why did she have to look at him with such devotion, something he could never deserve, especially not from her.

“Oh, Lucanis…” Kore whispered, riddled with dejection. She glanced up at him, silently asking for his consent; he simply gave her a shy nod, nervously bracing himself for her touch.

When the soft tips of her fingers ran down his scar, he shuddered from head to toe, accompanied by the smallest grunt of pain. 

Exhilarating, just as he’d always imagined.

She tore her hand away, feeling the overwhelming guilt stab right through her heart; he immediately mourned its loss.

“Ir abelas, I’m so sorry-!” 

With a shaky hand, he reached to gently wrap his fingers around hers and brought her hand back to his abdomen, reassuringly pressing atop hers. His ears buzzed, feeling himself falling into a stupor of her touch.

“Don’t be.”

A tiny sigh of relief left her, but the heat in her face only worsened; her hand felt like it might catch on fire any second.

“It’s not your fault. Just a pesky wound that refuses to fully heal” he grumbled, glancing at Spite, who peeked out from behind Kore, lovingly twirling a strand of her pink hair, scowling. She couldn’t quite hear him yet, but he was much clearer to her now, making it easier to read his lips. The intensity of his emotions reached her through the Veil - the hatred, that burning desire for revenge.

‘Nnnnnrgh! Zara! Calivan! Spite remembers.’

Her jaw clenched, feeling the familiar rage bubbling inside her from the day they freed Lucanis, multiplied tenfold by her growing affection for him since. Lucanis saw her eyes flicker, the way they did when she used her magic to slam Venatori into the dirt, the rawness when she slit their throats. It was such a stark contrast to her usual sweetness, but he adored it all the same.

Maybe a little too much.

The hand dangling by her side sparked for just a split second before she grasped onto the skirt of her pink dress, shaking relentlessly. She stared up at him, and Lucanis felt a part of him shrink as another threatened to swell. He knew much too well what she was capable of - how terrifying she could be, how powerful of a mage, more powerful than she even realized.

A mage. And he was her mage-killer, sworn to her service for the rest of his days. Enthralled, but no, not by blood magic, not like before.

It took every ounce of his self-control to hold back from kissing her.

The way her fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously, feeling her hand heat up over his skin; Lucanis felt like he couldn’t breathe, and then she spoke in a low voice, almost reducing him to a trembling mess.

“We’ll find her, Lucanis, I swear it. And when we do? We will make her wish she was dead. She’ll pay for every. single. thing she’s ever done to you, if it is the last thing I do.”

Spite dragged a groan of arousal out of his throat before eyeing her hungrily, breaking into a chuckle. ‘Rooooooook! Sooo. Protective. Lucanisssss. Want to? Get on your knees. For her.’

The Crow let out a strangled noise, shaking - he couldn’t tell if her mouthing ‘shhh, I’m here, I’m right here, Lucanis’ as her fingers lovingly traced his scar as she punctuated every word made his shivers much better or much, much worse.

La sangre del Hacedor. It was too late. Far too late.

She was nested so deeply inside his heart that tearing her out would kill the only part of himself that made it possible to get up every morning, to pick up his daggers, to not give up on himself, to not despise the abomination in the mirror.

“Kore Mercar” he found her full name spilling from his lips, daring to inch in closer as her eyes watched him so adoringly, a sentiment mirrored into his own. She felt her knees grow weak, hearing her name laced with his irresistible accent, uttered with such fondness, it made her wonder if she was dreaming of him again. They shared a thought which remained unspoken; the words themselves served only to hold the meaning that everything between them all but screamed already.

I think I’m in love with you.

“You are something else… unlike anything I have ever known” he shakily breathed instead, delighting in the flustered expression on her face as she broke into a smile.

“Says the scary mage-killer who makes me coffee every morning…” 

Her honeyed voice alone was enough to drive him absolutely insane, to make him come undone from just the thought of it (as it had already…). It made him so vulnerable, especially when she whispered to him with those alluring, mismatched eyes, the twinkling specks of glitter on her eyelids, the length of her lashes. The fullness of her heart-shaped lips.

She was absolutely divine, and there was no deity, no Maker or whatever else, that could ever earn his undying conviction the way Rook had.

Her kissable lips pursed, preceding the coziest warmth that he’d ever felt enveloping the throbbing pain surrounding his ribs, calming it. He glanced down to see her hand light up, shaken to his core by the absolute adoration painted on her face - adoration, and… neediness.

A need to be helpful. To be careful with him. To praise him, to shelter him, to make him see just how much he meant to her. How he had saved her life.

But… she was hesitant. Scared. He felt her hand tremble and, as his was still steadied atop, he tentatively gave it a light squeeze -it seemed that was all she needed in order to feel safe, to allow herself to open up to him. 

“I-I’m… not very good at this” Kore admitted. “I only cause destruction, only bring death.” She averted her gaze, shining with tears. “Or so I’ve been told. But, it turns out, they were right.”

“Over my dead body” Lucanis suppressed a growl, worried he might scare her with the murderous instinct taking over him. The swirls of pink around her face bounced so beautifully as she looked at him again, unsure if she had heard him right.

“Anyone who wishes to ever speak to you like that again may do so over my dead body.”

Her free hand reached to hide her own face as he heard a small whimper, but he - urged by Spite - lovingly pried it away.

“Please, never hide from me. Your presence has already healed me in ways I never thought possible. You hold me- this team, together, you soothe our aches, you aid our every endeavour, believe in us when we have been wrought of every drop of faith in ourselves. Everyone - myself especially - would not be here without you.”

“Lucanis… I…”

Maybe he was just too intoxicated by her scent, by the rosemary oil in her hair, by the vanilla of her perfume, by the steam of lavender surrounding them, but he finally dared to face the dread inside of him as he slowly closed his eyes, moving his fingers towards her face, almost, almost holding that sacred space of softness between her jaw and neck into his palm, to bring her into him, finally finally, finally, be brave, for once -

“Hey, Rook? Taash told me you might be in here, do you still need more lavender flowe- aaah- oh!”

Their steps were quick and almost soundless as they both pulled apart in the blink of an eye; Kore tucked a stray lock of pink behind her ear as she flushed and Lucanis cleared his throat, timidly pulling on his collar to close the gap in the fabric over his chest.

“O-Oooh…!” Lace winced, making a face as the realization immediately hit her. “Sorry…! Don’t mind me! I was never here!”

Harding apologetically set the basket of lavender flowers down with a grin, tilting her head towards Kore with a nod of encouragement before she rushed off.

They both exhaled in sync, looked at each-other in surprise, then looked away again.

“I-I should, um, let you enjoy your bath, before it gets cold-”“Sí, I, it would be a waste for it to get cold-”

Their hurried voices overlapped before a dull silence settled.

She was the first to giggle, followed by a faint rumble from his chest. They finally faced each-other again, bright. Light. Beguiled.

“Gracias, Rook.” “De nada, Señor Dellamorte.” 

He shot her a scolding glance in an attempt to mask his bashfulness, met with a beaming smile as she brought the basket over to the side of the pool, kneeling down to scatter a few more lavender flowers into the water, glistening with whimsy. Her words were soft and song-like, tenderly infusing it with her magic.

“Sul ladaral i nehn, sul lanun'ven'ur'alas. Sur on'ala sal'shiral…sul…sul lath.”

(For healing and happiness, for good luck. For a wonderful/long life. For…for love.)

He had no idea what the Elvhen rolling off her tongue meant, but it made his heart sing all the same as she gave him a small bow and a sweet ‘ma serannas’ (thank you), leaving him to bask in the relaxing scent. He took another deep breath into his lungs, feeling his eyes roll back, feeling the warmth of her healing still engulf him so lovingly, feeling the memory of her delicate hand on his scar. He exhaled, unbuttoning the hems of his sleeves, letting the shirt slip off his shoulders. Two fingers reached for his forehead as he closed his eyes. He flushed a few shades deeper still, bringing more fingers to cover his face in embarrassment.

“Mierda.”

Spite huffed in annoyance, his patience with Lucanis running thinner by the day. He sat on the edge of the pool, swinging his feet into the water with a grumpy pout. ‘Want to. Take bath. With Rook. Take. Rook. Undress her. Wash her. Pretty hair.’

Lucanis finished undressing and sunk into the warm, periwinkle water, letting out a sigh of exhilaration as he imagined Rook against him. He pictured her dainty, loving hands soaping his body with utmost care; he wanted to caress her breathtaking shapes, feel every inch of her, every curve fitting perfectly in the palm of his hands; he wistfully pretended he could bury his face into her pink locks, inhaling her scent; imagined the damp, silken sensation of her wet hair between his digits as he shampooed it, holding it in deep devotion as she recited his name. He rested against one of the walls and rolled his head back, feeling the dull ache in his abdomen lessening, allowing his exhaustion to finally rob him of his consciousness as he dozed off, mumbling quietly.

“Spite?” “Yes?” “Cállate.”

[thelaurenshippen]

what was the casting process like for the bright sessions? :O

initially, there was hardly any process to speak of! every cast member in the original run of TBS (seasons 1-4) were people I met in acting class or friends of friends. here's the breakdown -

Julia Morizawa - met in an acting class at BGB Studio Briggon Snow - BGB Anna Lore - met in improv 101 at UCB Charlie Ian - BGB Andrew Nowak - BGB Alex Gallner - friend of Briggon's Ian McQuown - friend of Anna's Alex Marshall-Brown - friend of Anna's and Ian's Phillip Jordan - BGB Alanna Fox - BGB Reyn Beeler - part of the ars paradoxica cast! aka friend of Mischa's

as you can see, that weekly class at BGB Studio in North Hollywood was the place for TBS casting lol - there were so many great actors that moved through that Sunday night class, but all of us were in class with each other at one point or another, and having that experience of acting together really helped I think.

when I started the show, I knew I wanted to act in it and I wanted to write a role for Anna, my best friend. but I actually didn't know Julia or Briggon that well - I just admired their acting and took a swing in asking them. that worked so well that then it was like....okay, well BGB is my actor pool now (I remember vividly the moment that Charlie was doing a scene in class and Julia and I looked at each other and had a silent conversation of "oh THERE'S our Damien").

season 5 (the bright sides - the bonus episodes) was similar. Michael Felix (who plays Austin) was someone we found through auditions, but everyone else was an actor either I knew or the writer of the episode knew, including folks from other podcasts! then, for seasons 6 and 7, the spin-offs, we just did a very traditional casting process, including in person auditions for season 6 (we recorded season 7 in 2020).

[akkivee]

speaking of gentaro tho lol, he’s played tennis, he’s played basketball, he’s played fencing in something completely unrelated to arb lol, and now soccer???? gentaro lowkey being a decorated athlete is so funny lmao

[transbeeduo]

do you think id get killed for making one of my beeduo fankids a biological kid do you think the people are ready for seahorse dad c!tubbo

[brightdeadthing]

Essay on Guns, Stevie Edwards

[littencloud9]

if you listen closely you can hear the sounds of my screams

[gravyhoney]

Reigen Arataka and Saul Goodman are the same to me.

[croh3]

Hi again, back to bother you about Mydei/Ratio.

I remember seeing a post somewhere on here about Ratio being like a humanized Titankin. What are your thoughts about this? Because I ran with this and made an au where basically Mydei's mom or someone in Kremnos made Ratio so Mydei would have a friend that didn't die as easily as humans did.

i woke up in a middle of the night and saw this ask and i won't be able to sleep until i reply SO

first of all, this is an AMAZING idea about ratio. furiae philosopher looking just like him, all this indigo iron in kremnos... the way he feels most comfortable working with screwllum (inorganic who got the recognition of nous).... AND we also have this side quest about titankin trying to go against her nature. oh this theory is simply amazing

second, THIS AU IS EVERYTHING? mydei definetely was a lonely child, and i can imagine him being both aversed to the idea of having friends and longing for it all the same. and gorgo seems like a person who'd do something like that!! it also makes a lot of sense in terms of mydei's character, how he's this isolated and still lonely. like. his only friend ever left him you know

and this one might be just me going completely insane, but i also noticed that mydei's and ratio's clothes mirror each other a bit and mydei has blue accents in his design that don't really make sense. do you get my vision.

mydei trying to help ratio with feeling more human. ratio still noticing how different he is from all the others. but his friend is still here to share and help him. and yet, will he ever feel properly grateful for it like a human being can? ough.

anyway this is fantastic, i'm losing my mind, love reflecting on what exactly is humanity and love the childhood friends trope wayyyy too much. thanks for this ask i'll never be normal again