#Thread 7

[enduringdevotion]

Gotta Stop Meeting Like This ||@brokeassgoing/@hypnoticallycaucasian||

Astarion was nowhere to be seen. At least, not from what Nico's been able to track down on his own. All he has to go on is a title;

The Pale Horror.

Pointed ears, pale skin, dark leathers. All you will see is the gleam of red in the dark before you're butchered and drained alive. Sounded like his father when in killer mode, which would only make sense with his kidnapping. Roberto will be furious when he finds out.

He hopes his old man at least was okay. He hadn't heard a damn thing about him.

It's your fault I died, kid. It'll be yours if I die again.

"Ugh, shut up." This must be what the moss felt like. But he's showing no signs of infection. He hasn't seen any black moss either. No pulsating red, no war, no-

Gunfire rips him out of his thoughts, making him jerk back into the street he was in prior. He peers from the corner, noting a familiar figure hauling ass away, cursing at his guns it seems. Jammed, or out of rounds by the sounds of it. Damnit, if only he-

Light bloomed beside him, a pillar slowly prying open just shy of his instinctive reach. Cloth slipped from it, familiar and inviting.

When he rounded the corner, fabric fluttered around him, clasps latching on to one another before clipping to his belt in a rippling mass. He grunts as the massive cross thumps on his hip, a familiar weight as he braces himself. The long end hissed as it sprung open, dark eyes flashing down at the red head behind cover.

"Get your ass moving before you owe me more than a drink." He flashes a grin to the broker before his hand twisted in the skull trigger system.

The machine gun ripped into the street, making the gaggle of cronies howl and scramble to flee. Getting involved in gang business wasn't on his list of things for the day. But if anyone had intel on this place, it was probably the broker himself.

Besides, he missed the weight and near purr of the Punisher clicking away only to be twisted, a flick of his wrist and the reload mechanism activated. Another volley of bullets rained hell on the men as he slowly backed up towards the street he'd come from, keeping an eye out around them and on the broker.

[toa-masquerade]

Wearing a face that isn’t yours feels uncomfortable at the pit of your stomach- though the feeling is addictive all the same. A brief moment in time where now you no longer have to worry about who you are or should be, where you can just be yourself- or rather, someone else entirely. Perhaps that’s why those occasions were so rare, otherwise your life would’ve surely ended up a trainwreck if you had been left to be whoever you wanted to be. Who knows.

You decide that you love it for the time being, as you adjust your mask on your face. Or rather, your new face for this moment.

“Well, if this place doesn’t look like a fever dream in the best way possible…” You speak out loud, eyes scanning your surroundings, trying to find something or someone you can recognize- none.

It’s almost comforting. You know no one. They don’t know anyone either.

“How may we address each other with no names to use?”

[archerdepartures116]

Ill post this au( inspired by tweet above) i started on my twt on Tumblr too

First part

more comic panels below

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Shenanigans side extra

this is currently an ongoing series, if this does well here, I will continue posting these in bulk (～￣▽￣)～

feel free to ask me ab this au and give your suggestions!

[fangsanddaggers]

Hunting (For Logs) ||@magnusmodig||

The festival seemed to be a time of giving. Such as being given plenty of information about the surrounding areas.

This was made ever clearer to him when given intel on a pack of animals that may have blood about to be feral and possibly need to be taken down. A perfect opportunity for a hungry Vampire looking to stop feeding from his friend.

He and Legato were... Friends... Right?

Astarion shakes his head as he stalks through the fields, prepared to fight. He was told they were wrapped in tree bark and vines. Something to grab onto, tear away before getting to the throat or flesh of wherever he can manage. Large bumbling things that snarl and snap, that lash out and attack, thar spark out and bite angrily. They're just defending their territory, their trees, of course. But Astarion was also defending his stomach! He's hungry, they should be happy to share, it's the season of giving!

It's in his stalking he hears noise. A cry from a beast, a grunt from a male. He hears more chittering from the creatures and almost walks away. It wasn't his place to be bothered about someone getting into trouble. They dug their grave, they should lie in it, right?

It would be so easy to let him die and move on.

He's not even aware of his feet pulling him in the direction of the fight until he's snatched up a small stone and skittered forth. It only clicks into his mind when he bolts from the shadows, swift and quiet as he'd learnt to do, pouncing on the nearest beast and driving the sharp stone into brambles.

The spawn grunts, red flashing for half a second to the broad man fighting a pack of five creatures, the one he'd grabbed having been mid leap at his spine. He thrashes at the beast, throwing it off balance before kicking with all his force into it's tangled side.

A wheeze escapes him as he staggers, bumping into the large back of the blonde, baring fangs to the beast where the man couldn't see, raising the sharp stone up as he dropped into a leveled crouch.

"Introductions later?" He cast the words over his shoulder as the beasts stalked around them, the one he'd struck finding it's footing and trying to shake off his surprise attack.

One was clearly down for the count from the man's fight, another two worse for wear, but still one seems untouched and the last was staring venom at Astarion for ruining the sneak attack.

The spawn was far too smug at that look, smirking to the beast.

"I've got your back if you have mine." It felt easy, familiar, almost peaceful.

This was what he knew best, what he'd longed for since arriving. Fighting with heat at his back of a companion. One he barely knew but trusted, somehow. A shared problem to overcome the only thing tying them together, bringing life and vigor back to his dreary mind.

Astarion felt alive again.

[castielsprostate]

💀

[snip-stein]

Thinking stufffff

[melonisopod]

Lifetime Stew is so much darker in hindsight.

Sinclair and Don Quixote both get it, and it’s specifically *Lust*, not *Gluttony*, despite being food-themed. (Although Gluttony in Limbus terms is basically Greed, and Lust very broadly refers to “desire” for things that aren’t material).

So, Lifetime Stew is based on the fable of Stone Soup, wherein a man managed to feed his whole village by bringing each together with a different ingredient, to make a soup that would last forever. He just kept telling each person in the town square, “All it needs is one more ingredient,” and everyone just kept adding to it. Is the gist of it.

Sinclair and Don have voice lines that more or less imply the same thing - the Abnormality (Basilisoup) just wants everyone to try its delicious soup! Cute, silly concept, right?

So what do Sinclair and Don Quixote have in common?

(SPOILERS beyond this point! You’ve been warned)

In Canto 3, Sinclair recalls that once his mother, father, and sister all received full-body prosthetics, they no longer had a need to eat. The table was set and food was placed only for him. It’s one of the things he found so especially heartbreaking, that he was the only one left in his family who could still eat food. It’s such a core memory that it’s plastered on the window-wall of his cell for his base E.G.O., four roboticized humans sitting at the table, with no food present.

He desperately misses getting to share meals with his family.

And in La ManchaLand, the Bloodfiends have been starved of blood for the past 200 years, barely sustaining themselves on hemobars that don’t satisfy them. They can *live* without subsisting on human blood, but they’re utterly miserable doing so. The only one of the First Kindred’s clan who escaped such a fate was of course, Sancho, though she’d long forgotten she is a Bloodfiend, Faust says she still craves blood. She’d been in effect, the only Bloodfiend allowed to sate her cravings, while the rest of her kin starved. Being the only Bloodfiend able to escape their fate was so traumatic for Sancho that she wanted to forget everything about herself.

In other words, Basilisoup/Lifetime Stew is about “the joy of sharing a meal with family,” something both Sinclair and Don Quixote desperately wish for.

KIM JIHOON WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU

[chibassy]

Within a blink, our line of fate is cut.

[angelictragedy]

Touch to feathers are met with a soft breath, a quiet sigh of pleasure as he melts down into the hold of his beloved human. Legato was everything to Nai, he'd fight tooth and nail to keep him here as he deserves to be, not what Knives made him into.

"As there is nothing worth living for beyond you, my sweet summer." He whispers, kissing just shy of the other's temple, unwilling to dislodge his face from cooled plant flesh. "Whatever shall come to pass, we shall face hand in hand." He's not sure there is a limit for him, a point where he'd choose death over life. Everything he's seen is familiar, normal.

Boring. At least in the terms of trying to horrify him. The moss was bringing up his traumas, his fears, his terrors, but he'd become so desensitized to it all that the only thing to catch him was seeing the corpse of his lover. But he had a coping mechanism for that. Find the doll, hold the doll his love made for him to his lips, murmur love and promises to said doll as he searches for his real love to simply stare at as he works and breathes. Maybe touch him or softly demand a kiss or to be held. There was nothing more he needed, truly.

Legato nods, relaxing again, soothed again. If anyone can call back the mad beast that he saw himself become, it would be his angel. No one else could command control of him like that, drag him back from such a brink. Before, Knives wouldn't have cared to bother. Now, here, like this, Legato knows Knives would do whatever he needed to to save Legato from himself.

"Thank you," he breathes, reassured. The last of the tension in his frame slides away as he tucks his face into the crook of Knives' neck, pressed as close as he can get. One hand reaches out to card through feathers again, letting them slide through his fingers like silk.

"I would rather die with you then alone, as much as I would prefer to live. If this infection proves more then we can bare then let us fall together." He's at peace with the idea, dying in the arms of his angel, together even in their ends. He'd rather live, if they can fight it, but if not, he'd rather breathe his last with Knives.

The thought of bringing his own end has never seemed so sweet, for all that he suspects (hopes now) that it wouldn't be a permanent end here.

"I don't think Echoes like us die here, not permanently. Temporary or permanent, I have little wish to live without you. There is nothing for me in a life without you."

[columboscreens]

[secriden]

oh man bison's guilt when he has to confess his part in the whole scheme to fadel was palpable.

because bison had his reasons, he was backed into a corner, nearly suffocating under his mother's rules and fadel's rigidity, and desperate for any semblance of a life he could call his own.

and he meant well! part of it was that he genuinely was doing it for love of his brother!! and he didn't mean for it to get so out of hand.

but its too late now to say he's sorry. its too late now to try to fix this. because his precious person already got hurt.

but wait...

doesn't this...

...kind of sound...

...oddly familiar?

(and this is why you can see the threads of forgiveness already shimmering in the distance.)

[mori0427]

sshes so gorgeous im Gonna explode

[sunnyirry]

still a Till is alive truther (crazy ik) but god do I have so many comic ideas of him in heaven

[dailytogachako]

my togachako headcanons; thread

Himiko likes to touch the pink "buttons" on Ochako's fingers. It's very rare for Uraraka to let her touch it because it tickles and Himiko always ends up floating away.

Himiko insists on taking care of her girlfriend's calluses on her hands. She likes to massage, apply hand cream and kiss. At first Uraraka said she didn't need it and was embarrassed to let Himiko touch her calluses so intimately, but after a long time of insisting Ochako let her do it and now she feels grateful and loved by her gf whenever she takes care of her hands.

On tiring days, Uraraka always makes tea for herself and her girlfriend. Ochako doesn't mind pricking her finger and putting a little blood in her girlfriend's tea, and of course, sugar is a must. Himiko loves tea with sugar.

On Toga's difficult days, Ochako insists on taking care of her. She knows that Himiko likes having her hair played with, so she prepares a bath for her girlfriend and washes her hair. She swears she can hear Himiko purring when she scratches her scalp.

At their first kiss, Uraraka was so nervous that she had to hold her breath to keep from floating away, which made his face so red she almost fainted. Himiko (who was also nervous) bit her lips so hard that a waterfall of blood simply came out. They both felt awkward and a little guilty for not being a "perfect kiss", but after a lot of talking and practice, they managed to find their "perfect".

Uraraka never had much money, so when she manages to buy a pretty dress for her girlfriend or some treat that Himiko was craving she feels extremely happy. She feels very proud that she can now help her parents and spoil her girlfriend.

Unlike Ochako, Himiko loves making gifts by hand. She obviously likes the beautiful gifts that Uraraka buys for her, but she prefers writing love letters or making paper roses. Ochako has a drawer where she keeps everything Himiko gives her, there's even a stone that Himiko found and gave to Ochako because she thought "it was very pretty"

[juneblogs]

it had never occured to me there are people who watched the same show and read the same book series as me who’ve come out of it believing lila doesn’t genuinely love enzo. thinking her choice to enter a relationship was out of necessity, since she knew enzo was more than fond of her. or that because motherhood was difficult for lila, her pregnancy with tina must not be an earnestly made decision. and that it was enzo’s way of ‘taming’ her… horrible, horrible.

how incredibly insulting to both lila and enzo.

[egophiliac]

HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THE UPCOMING NEWSS 👹👹👹

man, it's a good thing they stopped doing the episode 7 SSRs, because I'm really low on keys and gems right now and --

OH NO