#but a) i have so much shit on deck

[excellentrectangles]

hey disney so uh how dedicated are we to this being a miniseries? because this truly is too good to limit to one season!

[cesium-sheep]

she's starting to get into tarot now too, and I think I get prickly about her picking up interests I already picked up for myself (or tried to) because like. I have very very little self, between how I grew up and how sick I've been. she gets to have a career and a passion and a self and a gender and all this shit I don't. so it bugs me when she starts to step into these surface level things because I don't really. have anything else.

[docholligay]

I wish I had the time (or inclination) to reread GtN, before reading this. The pool scene left SUCH a sour taste in my mouth it seems to have erased a number of details from the book. I genuinely cannot remember who some of these people are in position to the first book.

PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL ME I'M LIKE 80 PAGES IN

[coastal-mangos-one]

y'all ever have that piece of media that you genuinely really love and it's got a huge active fanbase for it and everything but you can't really engage with the fandom at all because your experience with it was so so different than what other people are posting about

[little-paper-man]

FINALS ARE DONE! \〒▽〒/

time to crash for a week until my poor poor braincells recuperate

[oflgtfol]

literally what the fuck is in the air lately ive had three guys being weird at me within the past three weeks. thats one guy a week. Stop fucking being weird

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Maybe its just that I don't actually read tarot

But how the fuck are people getting such specific and direct answers from reading tarot lol

"They said he was using lucifer to force me to be friends with him" bestie how the fuck did you get that. Where are you getting that information from? I DO know what the individual cards mean and none of them say anything like THAT. What the fuck were you asking????? How are you inferring these things???? It feels like you're extrapolating quite a bit here.

[unsettlingcreature]

Slowly reconfiguring my altar space but I'm gently adding Halloween decorations as September passes and October approaches, I'm personally obsessed with the little ghost lights. Anyway I don't have a dedicated sideblog for this stuff anymore so I'm just slapping it on main :)

[femmeroi]

Im making custom Ojama tokens for locals and Woah these guys are fun to draw. Theyre so shape and so little while being so much all at once

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[dorkousloris]

watching the new pkmn anime inspired by TCG version and im. as a MTG causal player im. Tempting. try again with that-

[hornedcraft]

aaaaa sorry to ramble about him so much but he is deeply healing to me. half of it is mental health reasons (it is very convenient for me, as someone with bpd, to have my fp be a literally trained social worker; he does not ever ever EVER make me feel bad for the things my mental health puts my thoughts and feelings through, he is always so good about it, even if he still doesn’t totally understand that just being around him helps significantly but thats more of a him-self-esteem thing), half of it is bc i am very much in love with him and having him around soothes the heart, it’s a big gaping hole whenever he Isn’t here even if i do like doing things on my own a lot too

[dinosus]

John Price is a domestic menace who is so in love with you it’s borderline ridiculous.

Price is up at the crack of dawn, even when he’s home. Military habits die hard. But instead of rushing off to train, he takes his time watching you sleep. He adores how peaceful you look, face buried in the pillow, hair messy.

“Too bloody gorgeous for your own good, love.”

He always makes coffee first thing in the morning. Your coffee is made with care, perfect sugar-to-milk ratio. His? Jet fuel. The man drinks pure black coffee like a lunatic.

If you wake up early, he pulls you into his lap, letting you sit between his legs as he rests his chin on your shoulder, sipping coffee together in comfortable silence. This man cannot cook for shit. You let him try once, and the kitchen almost caught fire. His ‘specialty’? Scrambled eggs that somehow taste like regret.

If you’re cooking, he’s always hovering. Arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, murmuring- “What’s on the menu today, sweetheart?”

You have to swat him away because he steals food off the pan.

“John, I swear—STOP PICKING AT IT.”

“I’m just taste-testing, love.” (No, he’s eating half of it.) Price is a touch-starved bastard. He constantly has a hand on you—your thigh, your back, your waist. He hates sleeping alone. If he’s home, you are glued to him.

Post-mission cuddles? He holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.

Comes home, sighs deeply, collapses onto you. He buries his face into your neck, muttering “Missed you so damn much.”

He physically cannot sleep unless you’re in his arms. If he has nightmares? You always wake up to comfort him. He tries to brush it off, but you cup his face, run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re home, John. You’re safe.”

And just like that, the tension leaves his body. This man walks on the side of the road closest to traffic. Always. Hand on your lower back when walking through crowds. If anyone even looks at you wrong? That stern Captain Price glare™ is activated.

One time, some guy at the grocery store got too close to you— Price instantly went into overprotective husband mode.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, mate?”

You had to drag him away before he decked the poor man. Don't let this man near laundry. “John, you can’t just throw your combat gear in with our clothes.” “...They all get clean, don’t they?” Absolutely not. One time, you found a grenade pin in the washing machine.

“JOHN WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

“…Souvenir?”

You ban him from doing laundry after that.

When he gets rare days off, he’s the laziest bastard alive. He’s in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, sprawled on the couch. If you try to get up? Nope. He pulls you back down.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’, sweetheart? You’re stayin’ right here.”

Movie nights? You lay on his chest, and he rubs lazy circles into your back. He snores. Loudly. But if you ever tease him about it, he denies it. “I don’t snore, love.” “John, I have video evidence.” “…Fabricated.” (i made part two, check it out :D !)

[wolfwarrior142]

I bet the person above me is rightfully feeling proud of this comment at this moment.

"Callum is the first human in recorded history to use primal magic without a conduit."

Can we just talk about this real quick?

Before Callum, all of this was thought to be impossible. Humans just couldn't do magic without the use of a primal stone or, in the case of dark magic, a sacrifice. The Earth is round, the grass is green, and humans aren't capable of this☝️

And remember Callum has a photographic memory. Some of the spells above he learned earlier in the same episode or even on the spot.

We're so used to it at this point but it's not normal.

Not to mention not only did he successfully perform his first dark magic spell, he walked away corruption free and still more powerful.

Shit if I was Aaravos I'd want him on my side, too.

Fucking hell

[peachsayshi]

mermaid!reader trapped in a net, the material is so rough and harsh against your skin, catching onto your hair and the scales of your tail. there's a small shard on your side, pierced right into your skin.

pirate!sukuna finds you while searching for material to fix his ship, one that's been docked on this mysterious island.

his smile is big and wolfish, and your heart hammers so hard from terror.

you've never heard anything kind about humans. not once.

and there aren't much of your people left.

you know that whoever has been caught never gets returned to sea.

sukuna draws out a small blade, and cuts through the rope. your body wiggles and writhes, but you wince in pain. you attempt to get away but there's not much for you to do. you were dragged onto shore. in the middle of this bed of sand. when he releases you, he instantly grabs onto your wrist to pull you into him. you feel the stretch around your wound and whimper, and your body falters. your free hand reaches for it, and you're so scared being close to these monsters. so unaware of what's to come next.

sukuna huffs, then eases his hold. he glances to your side and sees the wound then finds your eyes once more.

something in him softens then, though he isn't sure what.

he's heard of your kind only through stories, but finding mermaids nowadays is so rare. they used to be a great commodity but most have been overfished. what shocks him is just how stunning you are, your eyes far more human than not. the way the shape of your mouth glistens underneath the glow of the sun is a temptation. and your heaving naked chest is covered by the locks of your long hair.

sukuna eases his grip, his brows furrowing slightly. the man didn't even know he had much of a conscious left. but something about this isn't sitting right with him.

he scoops you up, one arm underneath your tail and the other behind your waist. you attempt to push off him, but he's far bigger, far stronger. your nails scratch against his neck, making him grunt as he cocks his head back.

"relax," he groans, as he motions closer towards the shore. he steps into the water, and your eyes glance from side to side in panic.

once he's thigh deep into the ocean, he dips you into the water. the ocean balms over your wound and you hiss out in pain.

"shit," he grumbles, streaks of crimson bleeding into the water.

his hand finds yours, and he can feel the shard.

your cheeks are wet, tears falling from the stress of the situation. sukuna is still bent on both knees, the hand behind your waist moves up to hold your neck. the other is ghosting over the glass piece. he strokes your neck soothingly, then speaks: "don't move," he instructs, and when you freeze it confirms to him that you can understand what he's saying.

"listen," he speaks, "I'm going to take this out for you. let the water clean it out the wound, and then I'll take you back to shore and bandage you up..."

you shake your head, "I don't...need your help..." you whimper, your hands quivering as you motion to remove the piece of glass.

"wait, don't!" sukuna barks, but you've removed it already, and the blood pools out quick.

before he can say anything else, he watches your other hand clasp over the deep cut, and a low glow emanates from your palm as you press it into the cut. the water glitters, making the ocean and blood sparkle. you take five deep breaths, your exhales releasing in stammers as you close your eyes until you fully relax.

as the water clears, he looks at your side, the flesh of your skin smooth like nothing even happened.

his eyes widen.

so, mermaids are magical.

if he brings you back, he would be richer than most kings.

you sigh, your head falling back slightly but he's still holding your neck so he cradles you as he sees you raise your hand holding the glass shard.

sukuna stares at the material, his heart tightening because he recognizes it as a liquor bottle. the same ones that line the walls of his storage deck.

he watches you roll the same sharp glass between your palm, notices that same glow of light form as it smooths out and turns into sea glass. all the sharp edges are now soft, and the color is no longer a deep brown but a beautiful amber.

you drop it back into the water.

sukuna just stares at you in awe. takes all the parts of you in. notices that your ears are shaped quite differently, and that the color of your eyes are a little iridescent. you turn to face him, the heat in your gaze one of both fury and fear.

He parts his lips because you've left him speechless.

"Let me go,"

"I just saved your life," he argues through gritted but then it sinks in that it wasn't a demand you were asking but a request. only then does he move to grab your neck from the front, clasping it over the the choker of pearls you were already wearing. "I'm not letting you go without getting something in return..."

Your brows upturn in misery. "your kind only know how to take..." you murmur somberly.

Sukuna loosens his hold. his index finger hooking underneath the string of pearls. he runs his thumb along each imperfect sphere. but something in your tone digs into him differently.

He lets go of you and stands up.

"This is a waste of my time," he grumbles, and your lips part in shock as he turns on his heel.

You face his broad back as this man just walks away.

You're in complete disbelief; there has never been a single encounter between a mermaid and a human where the mermaid was left untouched. Your people never swim close to the shore for this reason. You've been finding your homes deeper and deeper into the ocean. And farther away from those mortals who threaten you.

Your own kind were killed by humans in brutal ways. Some disappeared and were never to be heard from again.

Your former lover was strung onto a boat and killed by a group of sailors a long time ago.

Ever since then you've avoided humans at all costs.

But this brute did nothing. Just looked at you with curiosity and is now leaving you behind.

You flip onto your stomach and swim up to him, your hand clutching onto his pant.

"Wait..."

Sukuna turns to look down at you, his daunting height covering the sun above.

"This island is abandoned. You...must have come by boat, right?" you ask.

He looks at you suspiciously. "I'd assume so," he responds sarcastically. "Unless there are horses that know how to swim..."

You tilt your head in confusion, "sea horses can swim..."

Sukuna just face palms. He is ready to walk away again but you tug at the fabric of his pant once more.

"Wait, please. Give me your compass," you request.

He scoffs, "do you think I'm stupid enough to listen to you?"

You shake your head, your body sinking a little into the water. "You did help me..." you confess, "my people believe that an act of kindness must be returned with kindness. Our powers sour if we turn greedy or cruel..."

Sukuna raises a brow.

You let go of his pants, your body lifting upright from the water. You raise your hand up to him. "Your compass."

Sukuna lingers for a moment, and then proceeds to hand it to you. You take it and clasp it between both hands. You close your eyes, your body glowing a little brighter as the water grows incredibly still around you. You place a gentle kiss on the compass, your lips leaving an imprint against the gold. When you open your eyes, you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes.

"Here," you offer it back.

"The hell did you do to it?"

You smile sweetly, hoping to ease the sour look on his face.

And it does, because he melts at the expression.

"You'll never be lost again," you explain, "it'll guide you through the safest passages to wherever you need to be..."

Sukuna doesn't know what to say. His thumb lightly tracks over the mark of your lips on his compass. His shoulders relax, which then makes you giggle, and his cheeks burn at the interaction.

"Thank you," you say with a nod, before swimming back out into the ocean.

Suddenly all the gold in the world dissipates into the treasure of that smile he just witnessed.

Sukuna realizes then, that you quite literally took his breath away.

[dootznbootz]

hiii @dootznbootz i was bored so i wanted to draw your penelope :D (or at least try to) i think she'd be a bit younger here abahhsjshsj

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