#bloody hell this is long

[victoriousfidelity]

@emeraldxphoenix sent: [ show ] for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see extensive scar related prompts. | accepting.

For the first month of his imprisonment upon his return to Asgard, Loki refuses to see her. And yet every day - against Odin's orders - Sigyn cloaks herself with her magic and goes to his cell, ensuring that he knows she is there and that she will not be dissuaded from visiting. She knows that Frigga is doing much the same, though the Allmother's visits must be conducted through magic alone; she is under far more scrutiny than Sigyn is.

Once Loki finally agrees to acknowledge her, it is only the first step on a long path they must walk.

The state she finds him in varies from day to day: stubbornly refusing to acknowledge that anything is amiss one day, furious with everything in the Realms the next, barely hiding his distress another. On his less lucid days he murmurs fragments of things which make her blood run cold, and she loses count of the amount of times he insists to her that he is a monster, that he is beneath her. But no matter what he says, Sigyn is patient and unyielding.

He is her husband. She loves him. She is not leaving.

It takes six months for Loki to finally drop the glamour he has worn since even before he was brought back to Asgard. Even despite his weakness (which is so obvious to her) he stubbornly, desperately keeps the true extent of his physical state from everyone - including her, even though they are both fully aware that she knows his Seiðr well enough to recognise when it is being used. She has not pushed the matter, though. She hasn't touched him without him first initiating the contact, and she has not even dreamt of trying to use her magic to uncover what it is that he is hiding from her. But she knows that it is bad.

The catalyst for the eventual revelation comes after she sees him wince, and cannot stop herself from expressing concern. He removes the glamour then, almost like a challenge; as though daring her to look at him - to truly look at him, to see the ruined state he has been left in and see if she can still claim to love him.

She doesn't hide her reaction from him - she won't lie to him, especially not now. But if he expects to see disgust on her face, to see revulsion in her eyes as she looks over him, then what he's met with is the exact opposite.

Sigyn looks at him - properly, for the first time since before his fall - and feels her already battered heart break a little more. The scars, the injuries which haven't been allowed to heal correctly, the fact that he is thinner and more frail than she ever remembers seeing him before. It is too much, and for a moment she cannot say anything - nor can she prevent the tears which suddenly burn in her eyes. She does not let them fall, though; a steadying breath later, and she lifts her gaze to meet his.

"Can I come closer?" She asks, her voice soft. Even now, she will not do anything he doesn't want her to - but she needs him to know that this will not make her leave.

[eveledoze]

Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use

let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below

[msue0027]

In bbc merlin you hear all the time about the Old Religion - which implies existence of the New Religion. Only recently i worked out what it's ought to be.

It's Christianity.

[dilfluvver4eva]

please horror movie men, save me!

[emptyapartments]

same anon as before and no ur so right. it’s literally just misogyny and gender roles repackaged and projected onto mlm ships and like. it’s already boring, tired, stupid, and offensive in real life, why bring it into fandom?

the whole obsession with which character is topping/bottoming and then changing their personality to “suit” that is hilarious, because irl it so doesn’t matter. all types of people bottom and top and vers. that said hell yeah, they can flip a coin or fight like dogs or set up a rotation idgaf just take it beyond the stereotypical, boring shit

i think the worst part of it is just that it isnt going to change like. ever? fandoms have been doing this for years and will continue to do it because some people like it, and they tend to be the majority atp. thought i was safe with the cod fandom but no apparently not. i mean the worst example is ghostsoap but reboot pricegaz characterisation can go out the fucking window sometimes its crazy. anyways anon ily ur always right

flipping a coin is now the way soap and ghost do it btw. i bang my canon hammer and the force of it rings out a sound for eons. it happened guys sorry. that, or rock paper scissors

[phantangled]

annotations from viewers pick DAN’S outfit, iconic phil input edition

[maingh0st]

@belabellissima's tags on this post deserve a post of their own, i—

[aigoos]

Bailkin Art by Suppie Doodles

I. Am. In. Love.

Holy kriffing Force. @suppiedoodles did this wonderful artwork of Bail and Anakin, and I cannot stop looking at this gorgeous image of the two. Holy. Effing. Cow.

I love the colours, their poses, their expression! They look so perfect for each other.

Thank you soooo much, Suppie! This came out absolutely amazing, and I am in awe with your skills. <3

[catto-ohno]

I just had this mortifying realisation.

So freminet was with The Director for about 2? Or so years? Maybe 4? I forgot okay. So by the time Arlecchino becomes Knave he's already been there like 4 years, and it's been that long since his mom dropped him off.

When Arlecchino gives him his mother's necklace

Dried blood? As in like... Not years ago?? I could be absolutely losing it over this but like.... Her being *alive* that long? Holy shit.

[nero-neptune]

made up a group of edwardian-era hockey girls, Heavily inspired by the many wintery late 19th/early 20th century photos i processed in an archive over the summer. at some point, i decided their team would be called "the hail raisers".

[camellcat]

hey guys. whouffaldi. what the fuck

[togethernow]

Wxs songs where they scream "WONDERHOY!!!!!" >>>>>>

[clarafell]

@shibemuses has traveled back in time.          —         ★

Time seemed to slow down as soon as the shorter girl reached out to grab both of her hands. It happens so quickly that Homura had no time to step away. She stiffens up in an instant, not expecting someone to be so... affectionate. So forward.

Homura stood very, very still. Her heart flutters, though she cannot tell if it's anxiety or something else. She stares down at the soft hands. They were pleasantly warm and so very soft, more soft than her uncalloused hands. She has always had a very cold touch to her body, especially her long and pale hands.

One of the nurses here, her only visitors when she wasn't met with doctors, compared her pale complexion to a flower known as the Diphylleia grayi. The more common name for this flower is the skeleton flower, though the flower-loving nurse was kind enough to not mention that part. It didn't matter, though. Homura already knew what that flower was since she owned a book on flowers. The outside world is often closed off to her since she was always stuck in the hospital, so much so that she can count the times she went outside on her hands.

Being so sheltered and restricted, books were her way of coping with pretty much everything in her life. It kept her mind from straying back to darker places, comforting her when she couldn't bring herself to speak up. She wasn't picky on what books to read, though she always had a preference for literature and poetry. She even explored mythology and history, two subjects she enjoyed quite well. She did, however, also enjoy to collect informative books. To learn about nature is something that speaks to her soul, so books would have to do.

The skeleton flower earns its name because the plain white petals, unassuming and plain, would turn clear as soon as the petals are met with liquid. It gives the impression that the flower has a skeleton, hence the name. Skeletons flowers are found in the northern part of central Japan, though Homura has never gotten the chance to see the flower in person. From what she has read, the symbolism of the skeleton flower is to be the delicate balance between life and death. The skeleton flower is often associated with purity, but there is also the impermanence of the flower to consider.

How fitting for someone like her. She wasn't meant for this world, barely hanging onto the life she has. The doctors said she's good to be discharged, but Homura knew the cycle. She would be back in the hospital. She wasn't sure when or where, but she knows she will not make it long. Something bad is bound to happen, she knows it...

She doubts the nurse meant any harm in her comment, most likely seeing it as a compliment. Homura, however, often read too much into things. For something about her to be compared to a flower had to be one of the nicest things she has heard in a long time, even though her gloomy mind is already spinning such a compliment into something negative. No one said anything nice to her back in Tokyo when she was attending her private Catholic school. She couldn't blame them for their lack of interest, but she always did wonder what she did to invoke their cruelty.

No one has ever wanted to touch her back in Tokyo. She looked more ghostly than girl, according to the students. Her lack of speaking only enhanced the rumors. She begun braiding her hair religiously in order to try to stop the spreading rumors about her actually being Sadako, but not even that stopped them from whispering. It was either cut her hair or braid it, but she couldn't bring herself to cut her hair. Even though she never liked herself, the thought of her in short hair was something she hated even more.

To be touched by someone is... strange. On one hand, she instantly wanted to pull away. On the other hand, she wants to bask in this tender moment. She couldn't remember having anyone hold her hands like that, certainly no one that has squeezed her hands with so much support. Torn up on what to do, Homura lingers in her spot.

❝ In... In a dream? ❞ Homura echoes back, confused. She looks back up, trying to see if she can detect a lie. She looks back down, feeling a frown beginning to form. This had to be some kind of prank, perhaps some kind of bizarre performance.

❝ You... I'm sorry, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. ❞ Unable to tell if this was a lie or a joke, Homura wretches her hands out of the girl's warm grasp. It pained her a little bit, but she had to do it. They were receiving a couple of stares, not too many, but it was too much for her to take. She also didn't typically enjoy being touched by strangers.

Homura planned to quickly excuse herself until she heard her own name being uttered. Though she was growing even more uncomfortable, she did have to admit that she really enjoyed hearing her name from the girl's lips. Part of her, something deep inside, longs to hear her name all over again. Such a pleasant, heavenly voice delicately saying her name. The way this girl, Madoka, spoke was almost as if her name is the thing she treasured more than—

Focus, Homura. She inhaled sharply, not prepared to be known by someone. Even if she spoke the truth about the nurse, Homura refused to completely let down her guard. The strange dream comment still rattled her nerves. It was beginning to feel more and more like a prank. She didn't know how Mitakihara students treated such late transfer students, but she wasn't expecting someone to come all the way to the hospital to prank her.

❝ Yes, that's my name... ❞ Homura frowns as she answers the question, wishing she could read Madoka's mind in this moment to discover the truth. Prank or no prank, it was so strange for someone to come here to introduce herself. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she thinks she didn't like this situation.

It wasn't Madoka's complete fault, though. She was never really the socializing type, so anything out of her comfort zone instantly made her flee. Surprises were never her thing, so all of this didn't sit well with her. Taking an even deeper breath, she tries to cut this conversation off before it became too much. She takes a small step back, hands still drawn close to her chest.

❝ It's, um, nice to meet you... ❞ She isn't sure if she was being sincere or not, but her politeness kicks in. ❝ But I really have to get going. I'm supposed to be going straight home. ❞ It wasn't like anyone is waiting for her at her home, though.

But Madoka didn't need to know about that part. She is still telling the truth, though. She has nothing else better to do than go straight home. All she did was phrase it a bit differently to imply that she had a loving family waiting for her to come back home. No one is waiting for her to come home, though.

[danganronpusassholefactory]

SHE SLAPPED HIM???? AND NOW I GOTTA WAIT A WHOLE DAMN MONTH TO SEE THE REST?????? FFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK OOOOFFFFF

[twistedappletree]

i’ve been at the emergency vet for 3hrs and it’s a 1hr drive here and back and it’s 5am now and i’m so fucking tired omfg there’s no way i’m gonna be able to sleep for work today 😭

[traitorleech]

after putting off the inbetweeners movie for ages and finally watching it now, i can safely say, i didn't expect to see this:

this took me so off guard, i choked on my drink laughing.