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[summerroseart]

Can my present last if I have no past?

Nothing's clear when I look back, it's just black.

But I've seen these clouds before...

So why can't I recall?

How did I find my way home last time?

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[serandipity]

So in interactions with other warriors of light, Mina will default to being a Garlean spy who joins the scions at the request of Varis. She has a form of the echo, but keeps it secret.

She was an orphan who was taken in by Varis to some extent, so she has some fierce level of loyalty to Varis, not necessarily to Garlemald so sometimes she won’t act in its best interest because Varis had other intentions initially, but that’s a really unhealthy level of attachment cause he only sees her as a weapon not as family, but she does end up truly defecting at the end of Stormsblood and when she discovers what Varis’ intentions truly are with the black rose.

And also because you know the whole found family thing with the scions treating her like how family actually should instead of being seen as a weapon that is just “useful”.

[chradi]

Wash away your sins

[castiellesbian]

sometimes i think about how jensen was a pretty boy model in the mid-90s and had to do photoshoots with confirmed terrible people and i do feel a little bad for him. sorry.

[usurp3r]

You are not an artist.

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[hawnks]

Three weeks in and you're still uncooperative.

After Getou took you in, he knew that it would take time for you to accept him, fully. He meets your tantrums with a patience and good humor that makes you seethe.

Even when you get violent he just unpries your hands from where they're yanking on his hair, unphased.

"No, no," he says, with a laugh. "You grip from the base of the skull."

He demonstrates, moving quicker and more quiet than a man his size should be able to. Sinks his hand into your hair, right where he said.

Now, he's close enough to whisper in your ear. "Curl your fist so it twists over the knuckles."

You shiver, feeling the tug. It doesn't hurt at all, just an odd pressure, and the knowledge that if you try to pull away, if you fight back, it will hurt.

His lips are against your temple, one arm braced around your waist. He has you, completely. His voice is so quiet, you feel it more than hear. "Then pull."

[astermath]

“So? Whatever.”

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader 

summary: The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.

word count: 2K

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notes: I haven’t written something like this in a good while, so please bear with me if I’m rusty or there are some mistakes here and there. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, I tried to be as non descriptive as possible about her appearance. I do love writing a bit of a mean reader like this, but don’t worry, she’ll warm up to him. This fic takes place in senior year for age purposes, I’m pretty much fully ignoring the timeline of the film. Comments and/or requests are super welcome btw!! Hope you enjoy!! <3

(ps this will get a part two don’t worry xx)

To Dave, girls like you were unreachable. You could hear about them, you could listen to them talk in the hallways, sneak a glance their way… But talk to them? Any single one of their group would consider that social suicide. The only reason any of them even looked in his direction was to ask him to do their homework. So why in god’s name were you at his locker? Why were you acknowledging his existence at all?

“What’s that?” You leaned against the locker next to his, pointing at the piece of a comic book panel he’d taped to the door. It pictured Spider-man putting on his mask for the first time, something Dave looked to when he needed some motivation for the day. 

He struggled to get basically any words out, still not fully registering that you’re within such close range. He could smell you… God that was really weird to think about, he felt like a creep already, but you just… Smelled really nice. Like vanilla, mixed with something sweet. He realized he hadn’t answered your question yet and was just staring in front of him like a weirdo. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s uh… That’s Spider-man. It’s this… This superhero I like.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack to keep his hands busy.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Duh, I know who Spider-man is, please.” You couldn’t help but think he was doing anything to avoid looking into your eyes, as if you’d turn him to stone if he dared to do so. Which, yes, was exactly how he felt.

“I wanted to know which comic that was from. The art style looks a lot different than the ones I’ve seen.” Now this part was pretty much making his teenage brain short circuit. He probably didn’t hear that right, there’s no way a popular girl like you read comics, right? This had to be some kind of elaborate joke, like you were trying to pull a prank on him by making him ramble about his favorite superheroes. However, he wasn’t close minded. Even if this was a prank, at least you were talking to him, right?

“Yeah, sorry, I uh… Forget he’s a pretty popular character sometimes. This one’s from a collector’s edition. One of the pages was kinda falling apart so I just… Taped my favorite panel to my locker.” Again, he tried to look anywhere else, but it felt rude not to be making eye contact with the person who’s trying to give you a chance at a conversation. His eyes met yours and he realised he hadn’t ever actually seen you up close like this. You were really pretty, he knew that, but he never noticed these particular things about you before. The way your hair framed your features so nicely, the little beauty mark that seemed to be somehow perfectly placed, or the way a dimple appeared on your right cheek when you smiled.

“Hopefully you didn’t pay too much for it, those things cost like, a fortune.” You followed, snapping him out of his haze as you twirled a piece of hair between your index and middle finger. Dave was much taller than you, so you had to look up to match his gaze, which was already hard since he kept avoiding your eyes. You never realized how much he’d matured since freshman year. He looked pretty cute… Really cute, actually. 

“S-So, uhm, I really don‘t wanna be rude, but…” He closed his locker before looking at you with a rather awkward expression. “Why are you here? Why are you… talking to me?” Honestly, not an unjustified question. Dave was often the subject of bullying, and the popular girls clique made no exception to that rule. He doesn’t remember you specifically doing anything, although... He has a vague memory of you being in the car with those jocks when they threw spoiled milk at him.

“What? A girl can’t talk to her fellow classmate? This is a free country, you know.” You pretended to be a little hurt by his assumption that you were probably just here to make fun of him. In all honesty he was still a little dumbfounded by this whole ordeal, and the fact that half the people that passed you were giving you two weird looks really wasn’t helping. “You know I sit behind you in English, right?” He responds by nodding. He is painfully aware of this fact, as your friends had expressed their empathy for you when your seat was assigned behind him, though you honestly didn’t mind. And also the fact that he got a fair share of gossip from you and your best friend always whispering to each other. “Well,” you flipped a bit of hair over your shoulder. “I saw you had a copy of Birth of Venom in your backpack, and I... Wanted to ask if I could borrow it...” You looked to the side, muttering the last part. As much as you tried not to care what people thought, you did have a bit of a reputation that you were stuck to. Liking comics wasn’t for you, you were a cheerleader, you went to parties, you liked shopping. Okay, you secretly liked comics.

Dave looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I-I’m sorry, can you repeat tha--”

“Can I borrow your stupid comic or what?” You interrupted him, clearly looking a bit embarrassed. 

“Oh!” His face was getting hot, this conversation was lasting way longer than he imagined it would. Usually he’d have his face shoved into his locker by now. “U-Uhm, sure! It’s a bit expensive, but... Well, just don’t damage it, please.” He took his backpack off his shoulder and was about to pull it out before you grabbed his arm. 

“Not here you dumbass! Just, like... Ugh, meet me at my car after school’s over, you can hand it to me then.” You were acting like this was some kind of illegal drug deal, but this truly was something important to you. Your dad had already made it very clear that he didn’t want his little girl becoming some kind of tomboy and have her mind run rampant with superhero stories. Especially with this Kickass guy running around...

The bell rang and you silently thanked it for doing so. “Look, I gotta go. White Corvette, by the vending machines.” You walked past him, and a waft of that lovely vanilla scent hit his nose. He damn near melted into the floor when your arm brushed against his. “Later, Lizewksi.”

You leaned against the hood of your car, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the brunette to show up. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that you were just meeting him in secret like this. It’s not like you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or that you didn’t like him, it’s just that liking comics and superheroes was just about the dorkiest thing anyone could be into. Especially with Kickass running around, and, well, kicking ass, people would probably be thinking you’d be into this whole vigilante business yourself. Sure, you thought it was cool that people were doing something about all the crime, but you’d rather die than mess up your hair beating some thug’s ass. 

You noticed someone approaching and noticed that Dave wasn’t alone. With a bit of a disgusted expression, you gestured to his two sidekicks. “I don’t remember inviting the entire geek entourage to come see me. This isn’t some kinda meet and greet, you know.” Todd and Marty seemed, just like Dave before, a little shocked that you were talking to them. 

“S-Sorry, they just uh...” Dave began.

“We didn’t believe him.” Todd followed.

“...believe what?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“That a chick like you was into comics.” Marty said, before Todd smacked him on the back of the head. “Dude! Don’t say it like that!”

You got a bit flustered, and looked at Dave. “You told them!? What the fuck, Lizewski?”

“I-I’m sorry!” He held up his hands. “They were asking me what we were talking about, and... I panicked.” They were more so insinuating that he was flirting with her, and he didn’t want that rumor going around, in case your jock brother caught wind of that and beat his ass for flirting with his sister.

You sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your hand out in a dismissive manner. “It’s... whatever, just leave. Before I change my mind and throw a bitch fit.” His two friends gave him a suggestive look before heading out. “Those two better not snitch or I’ll cut off their shrimps.” He nodded, just a little intimidated by the threat.

He got out his backpack and handed you the comic. “I’m still surprised I uh... I never knew you were into this stuff.” His breath hitched in his throat when your finger brushed over his as you took it from him. You flipped through it, keeping your eyes on the pages.

“Yeah, well... There’s a lot you don’t know about me, as much as I’m sure you guys love to assume.” You realized you hadn’t even told him your name, so you looked up at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself. You know, out of courtesy. 

“I-I know your name, but uhm... I’m Dave.” Your hand felt so soft, your beautifully manicured fingers being a real juxtaposition to his. His hand was much bigger and rougher than yours. You wondered why his hand was so calloused anyways... He didn’t look like he did many sports.

“Wait... Your name isn’t Lizewski?” You chuckled. “Christ, my bad... I always thought that was just your first name.” Your feeling of guilt for the boy before you flared up a bit again. He was being really nice to you, offering you something personal of his that he probably spent a pretty penny on. And you didn’t even know his actual name before. No wonder some people thought you were a bit of a bitch, you thought to yourself. 

“Hey, uhm... I know you got a bunch of these, and my dad would kill me if he knew I was reading them. He hates vigilantes, and he thinks reading comics will get me into the whole thing. Stupid, I know, but... He takes it surprisingly seriously.” You put the comic away carefully. “So I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrows rose a little. A proposition, alright. No big deal. Could be literally anything though. 

“Come to my house this Saturday, bring a bunch of these, and I’ll tell my dad you’re coming to tutor me for physics or something.” You tilted your head a little, your locks falling gently over your shoulders. “I’ll pay you. Money’s not a problem. It’ll be like I’m renting them from you.”

He thought for a second, but in all honesty... How was this not a total win/win situation? He got to be in a pretty girl’s room, read comics with her, talk about them and make money. What kind of idiot would say no to that? “Yeah! Sounds good to me, uh... What do you want me to...” His words trailed off as you pulled out a pen and reached for his hand, writing a string of numbers on the back of it. 

“I’ll text you the address, and which series I like. I’ll let you do the picking. Oh, and Dave?”

“Y-Yeah?” He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. This is the closest you’ve ever stood to him. 

Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look up at him with a death stare. “Not a word to anyone about this.” You followed with a cutesy smile. “Alrighty?” You let go of his hand and put your stuff away before pulling out your car keys. 

Dave stands frozen in place, a faint blush already spread across his cheeks. He swore you were going to be the death of him. He looked down for a second and realized that what you wrote down wasn’t just some random numbers. It was your phone number. It all just suddenly felt very real to him, he’d never gotten a girl’s number before. And you were just about the last person he’d expect it from too.

You got in your car and turned on your engine. “See ya on Saturday, Lizewski! Don’t be late or I’ll kill you!” You smile, before driving off at a totally normal and acceptable speed. 

He gave a nervous wave before he looked back down at his hand. There was a little heart scribbled behind the phone number. It probably meant nothing.

But boy did it make his heart flutter. 

[roniikue]

Auglur and Blarret, my faves of the new monsters

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 75: onehat

[couriernewvegas]

correct me if im speaking out of turn but idk why someone white on tumblr would be like you need to watch footage of a black womans murder to understand how awful it is . like actually i dont think thats true at all if you already know whats occurred and have a shred of human compassion its just turning the moment of her death into a spetacle and into something for people to exercise white guilt over

[deadbaguette]

I loved your hcs for the "Diomedes goes to Ithaca au" sm! May I ask more about that? In your au does Telemachus ask Diomedes to teach him how to fight? And what kind of relationship do Penelope and Diomedes have? Are the suitors scared of Diomedes?

Omg I’m so glad to hear you liked it! Yes, I would love to answer more questions about it !!🥹❤️

Does Telemachus ask Diomedes to teach him how to fight?

I would say so! But I think Diomedes won’t end up teaching him much for one of the following reasons (i’m not sure which one yet):

Telemachus is young when Diomedes first meets him, like tween/early teen. It’s the first time Diomedes confronts the thought that maybe, he shouldn’t make a child warrior out of Telemachus. He’s seen child warriors, HE was a child warrior. He personally had no problem with teaching Telemachus, but he hesitates this time because he considers Odysseus. He knows Odysseus didn’t want to go to war, he knows he would’ve done anything to keep Telemachus safe, and if there is anyone that should teach Telemachus to fight, he felt it shouldn’t be him.

Athena tells him not to lol. Not his fate or some bs. This is obv a much easier route, and I could probably get away with Diomedes teaching him some form of self defense. < this is with probably a lot of persuasion though, since Athena likely doesn’t allow Telemachus to get so strong yet in this scenario because it could impact his fate.

And what kind of relationship do Penelope and Diomedes have?

Considering this IS an Odypendio AU, it’s not entirely platonic but romantic isn’t there perfect word either. But I also don’t imagine it to be a friends with benefits type situation. It’s more like partners?? If that makes sense???? Diomedes at the surface level is taking Odysseus’ place. BUT, it is very important that neither Diomedes of Penelope really think of it in this way. Penelope cannot think of Diomedes as her husband while Odysseus is gone, because he’s her husband. And likewise, Diomedes cannot think of Penelope as his wife because that’s Odysseus’ wife. The one all his stories are about, the one that lights up his world, the one he longed to return to.

Both of them are kind of at this like impasse where they have grown to care for each other, and they’ve built some level of codependency that is reminiscent of a relationship. But until they’re sure Odysseus is there and alive, they’ve both acknowledged that nothing is official. They care deeply for each other, but like at the same time they both love Odysseus too much to make it official. I’m sorry if this is a very confusing and borderline incoherent answer 😭

Are the suitors scared of Diomedes?

Terrified. Diomedes is like the strongest soldier in the Achaian/Achaean army that’s alive. Plus, considering how in the Odyssey, Odysseus wiped the floor with the suitors, I imagine Diomedes could do so even easier! And they know this, so they still push Telemachus around (Diomedes has been forbidden from intervening, something about politics and fate), but when Diomedes tells them to get out they will.

Tysm for the ask! It means a lot that people are interested in my silly AUs <3

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[cloudabserk]

wait i recently heard that in the books armand was like 12 when he was kidnapped (and that’s how he had a whole job and everything as a monk beforehand) ? (i haven’t read the vampire armand i’m going off rumor)

see that wouldn’t be surprising but in the vampire lestat i remember lestat being like “he was a small child with no awareness of anything other than mother and father and god and the devil”. which implied to me he was like 8 or 9 at most.

but maybe lestat is just culturally ignorant and obtuse about children? he’s looking at a short 11 year old with a strong belief in god and going “ok so he’s like 7 and not that bright”

[poisonedfate]

made a little moodboard for my new prompt turned ficlet:

you hold me by the heart and you wear my soul - 1.9k

s1 merthur and nightmares, need i say more

read on ao3 or on tumblr

[the-starlight-project]

Why does Sonic suddenly have top surgery scars when it wasn't established to his design in other pages? Shouldn't that be established asap?|

No - Sonic views himself as a male, and always has. To him, it's as intrinsic as breathing. He doesn't even think about who he may have been when he was born, because Sonic The Hedgehog doesn't live in the past - he lives in the moment!

We're seeing the world as it is for the first time, and for the first time, things like that matter.

We really considered giving him top scars even in his "Sonic Style" design, but felt that... Sonic wouldn't really percieve them. He is Sonic the Hedgehog, a guy that loves adventure, and that's all he is. In his "Real World" design, though, suddenly things like that matter, even if they wouldn't have come to mind to him otherwise. Thoughts like "Where am I?", "Who is this?" would naturally segue into "Who, really, am I?", hense our brand-new view of Sonic.

As you'll also notice, he has acne! Because he's a teenager! The real world doesn't hide things as well as the subconscious does.

TL;DR - Sonic's view of the world was purely as he saw it, and that view of the world just included seeing himself as a guy. Now that the illusion of a perfect world has been shattered, so to has his self image.