#and snap back

[oceanwithinsblog]

in today's episode of there's never enough lores to get invested in:

i'm now delving into the tøp universe !!!

tbh i've been a casual listener and avid enjoyer of their music for quite some time now (around eight years lol), but i've been exposed to lore-related theories and content only earlier this year. it's been tough postponing the urge to get deeper into fans' theories and more, but i'm finally ready to learn everything there's to know about this world they created <3

aside from listening to their albums on loop and finding curious and exciting connections between some of the lyrics, i'm also watching this wonderfully detailed video on youtube !!! (i'm watching one section of the video per day and the next bit is scaled and icy)

if there's anything else you think might be helpful in learning about clancy, his letters, blurryface, dema, the nine bishops, nico, den and more please feel free to share !! it'll take me a while to watch/read/listen to everything but i'm totally invested eheh

ps. i'm shocked at how complex this universe is, there's literally so much to work with and to investigate on T_T the brain energy of everyone involved in creating and expanding the storyline istg i could never i'm flabbergasted

[teitomonogatari]

a MASSIVE amount of manga series (at least 140, and still counting) just got nuked from MangaDex from DMCA.

some of them have no official english availability.

EDIT: Please reblog this version with more info and the list of manga hit

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Something we don't consider enough in Howl!AU zukka. Is Zuko harassing the old man sokka. but he does so with young sokka as well hm...

idk how to post these but crused blond zuko and sokka aged compared to his youthful look side by side

(ID in ALT text) i tried with blond zuko, but i really can't commit to that sorry

[kage-sama452]

The thing that really gets me about Gideon Nav is that when we read a book with an orphaned protagonist, when they yell something along the lines of "at least my dead mom, who suffocated herself to save me, loved me!", the readers can safely assume that the protagonist is right.

But Gideon wasn't right.

Jod, she wasn't even close.

I often think about that.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

waiting for him to come home i cant stand this game chat

[monakisss]

old woman yuri and wake doodles

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[aleslunae]

Music video painting studies of some of my favorite Clancy songs ❤️💛 |-/

[crookedtines]

I finally finished weaving my snowy band! Instead of being done and moving on, I've decided to sew a little drawstring project bag to feature it. This will be the first time I've incorporated my weaving into a larger project, which I've been meaning to do for a while now! It'll also be my first time sewing a bag.

I was planning on embroidering a couple scattered stars on the fabric to tie it into the band, but things quickly got out of hand.

Several days and many, many, podcasts later, this is where I'm at. The embroidery is done, and I've very roughly mocked up the bag so I can plan out the rest of it. The starry fabric to the left will be the bag's lining.

I really want to weave or braid the drawstrings with the remainder of the loom waste, but it's all a bit too short. I don't think it'd be worth knotting them together to add length. Currently debating what to do. (I played and won a dangerous game of yarn chicken with 3/5 of the fibers I used. The loom waste is all I've got)

[shaykai]

Still thinking about Gortash’s coronation and how smoothly he cuts a Durge off from their companions (and wishing we had a follow up with that)

The first words out of his mouth are that he cares about them- anybody else who remembers Durge has only distain for them, but not him- he’s happy to see them, he missed them, they’re his favorite assassin and he’s only glad to see them alive

And then he takes it a step further by providing insight into their past, something Ketheric refused to do for them- and Gortash isn’t dumb. He knows exactly how Durge’s companions will react, knows that he’s effectively outing Durge when he so easily could have pulled them to the side instead

And when their companions snap at them and refuse to look at them, Gortash is still smiling. Suddenly, he’s the nicest person in the room. Suddenly, everything is unstable and dangerous- but he likes you. He’s sitting there with open arms while the companions are rightfully so mad with Durge, but Gortash is more than happy to resume their alliance

He’s more than happy to be their sole source of comfort again, and isn’t he just so sweet for that?

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[rawme-price]

Please please please please expand on the immortal!reader series, it’s such an interesting take on immortality!

So, immortal!reader has experienced pain beyond anything a normal person could ever survive, right? If theres a way to be hurt, you've felt it.

Which means your pain tolerance is through the fucking roof, and as a side affect so is your reference for what others consider painful. Ur not totally unaware, but you kind of think a sprained wrist or fractured rib is just above normal pain.

This misunderstanding is realized by the team in the most unfortunate way. Everyone is slowly coming to terms with ur immortality, and you still run drills and exercises with them, right? Well price decides everyone needs more practice sparring. He pairs you against soap and says "now dont hold back, alright?" After you had mentioned how you tend to go light on spars.

You nod, and price assumes youll maybe start taking it seriously. He expects ghost levels of combat, if hes honest. He does not expect for you to bully ur way into soaps space, sweep his feet out, and fucking stomp on his chest.

A loud crack is overshadowed by soaps pained shout. In an instant hands are on you pulling you back, and price is yelling at someone to get a medic. When he sees gaz dip down to comfort soap, all of prices anger turns to you. "What the bloody hell was that?!"

"What?!" Youre instantly on the defensive, hackles raised from how ghost is restraining you. "You fuckin told me not to hold back! Its not like I punctured a lung or anything, thats just a fracture!"

"just a bloody fracture?" Price looks back at where soap is breathing labouredly, hand in a death grip over gazs wrist. Your captain looks back at you with a thick layer of disappointment and contempt "if thats what you think is normal conduct for a spar, you leave me no choice but to bench you from further training. You dont talk to or aid subordinates, you dont train with peers, you dont touch anyone without my say so first. Got it?"

A sick feeling crawls up your chest. Youre not stupid and neither is price, training is basically 90% of social life outside of ops. Hes basically making you a social outcast, and you cant even blame him. Not with the way soap somehow still hasn't recovered, guilt curls around you at how much pain he seems to be in. With a nod, you cast your gaze down.

"Affirmative, captain."

[zorangezest]

JEHFHWJHFH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[crowlion]

She'd scorched the sea during her hunt. A thousand times, blue had met blue, and it was only in the silences between that Azula had come to find a silent truth in her endless chase.

The sun, she'd realized, had begun to yearn for the moon.

Azutara but in their late teens

[xxplastic-cubexx]

fuck you *puts you in the anti-telepath helmet*

[katakaluptastrophy]

"How much time has passed in the - er - real world?"

"Nine months."

"Good Lord." She was genuinely upset. "I would have put us at about eight weeks."

Well, those seem like entirely innocuous lengths of time for Harrow and Abigail to be talking about as Wake's memories cause fallopian tubes to overtake Not!Canaan House like Sleeping Beauty's castle...