#dark lord saltine

[chikkou]

sometimes i think about the lesbian i went to a history class with in my junior year of college...

she had thick rimmed glasses and a low ponytail. she was quick and witty, so much smarter than me, and i admired her. she would come to my job (the campus subway) and call me the "golden girl" - i always thought of HER as the golden girl because she was so intelligent, so well-spoken, and i genuinely looked up to her. she was smart as a whip, but every time we had the same conclusion in class, she always deferred to me - let me have the spotlight. i assumed this was pity for a younger student. i realize now that "golden girl" was a pet name.

she gave me, and only me, free jello shots that she made for parties, because she trusted me. no matter how many i asked for, she gave them. at most i paid $5 for 30+ jello shots. and i am literally just realizing as im writing this that she wanted me as bad as i wanted her and i was too shy to understand what was happening.

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about some of the ghouls having altars in their rooms. The spaces treated with care and reverence, an extension of their worship and their piety. All objects are placed on their altars with purpose and intent, a gift to their Dark Lord.

However, some ghouls have a tendency to forget that it's not just another table in their room. Dewdrop being the most common to place things on his altar by mistake, before realizing. There's a vase of now dried roses that Aether had brought him, accidentally becoming an offering to Lord Lucifer. The ghoul was commonly only scatter-brained when in a rush.

One afternoon Dewdrop had brought a cup of tea he had made with him, intending to place it on his dresser before rushing back to the kitchen to gather a few other things. Aether had been laid in his bed, stricken with a second migraine in a two week span. When Dew returned to his room, a collection of pain medication, saltine crackers, and a specialty tea was placed on the bedside table. It was in that moment when he went for a sip of his tea that he had realized where he placed his mug, grumbling curses under his breath as to not disturb his mate that was laying with his eyes covered in a cold rag.

After that day, his mug became a permanent fixture of his altar. When rising from his bed to go make a cup of tea to accompany his reading, he will pause by his altar. "I'm about to make some tea, you want some too?" Dewdrop asks casually, as if speaking to a friend. The ghoul stood, waiting for a glimmer of confirmation in his mind before gathering the mug to bring an offering back. All before being scolded by Aether for his intense casual demeanor with Lord Lucifer, "You cannot speak to Lord Lucifer like he's a pal, what in the hell is wrong with you?"

Dewdrop would just shrug, his mind on portioning tea into diffusers before turning to his mate. "What's the worst that can happen? I go to Hell, again?" he would ask incredulously, knowing there was a point to be made on both sides.

[lillyhasaspoon]

♥ June 15- Westminster Abbey & Parliament; The King’s Birthday!

Happy Birthday King Charles III! 🎉 What a more perfect way to celebrate than visiting the famous Westminster Abbey and Parliament.

After a quick breakfast, we made our way to Westminster for a walking tour of the area. We walked our way through the Westminster Abbey High School. I was surprised to see students in uniforms on a Saturday, especially when the area was so busy with tourists. Our tour guide was an older gentlemen and he led us through the school and past brick homes until we stood in front of Westminster Abbey, the church of the royals.

We actually walked in on a wedding, funny enough. The place was teeming with tourists but there was a giant family celebrating a wedding, which I learned are most likely MP’s or lords (or their family.) Thought that was so neat.The entire area surrounding the church, aside from the bits under construction, was made up of these beautifully designed “neo-gothic” buildings with statues and flags everywhere. The inside was even more breathtaking. The area was full of memorial sites lined with dark velvets and gold, and lit by the various stained glass windows. I was enamored by those stained glass windows, the intricacy of their designs genuinely mind-blowing. It was a church, a gravesite, and a memoriam in one.

After exploring the church, we had lunch. The little group I was with ate at a cafe that serves panini’s and soups, it was delicious.

Then was Parliament. One thing I enjoy about the architecture of the area was the storytelling of the statues littered around. There is a lot of attention to detail put into their poses, where they are, and even who they face. For example the statue of Charles I (who was the first and only monarch to be executed. Or beheaded, rather.) faced by Oliver Cromwell, who was heavily against him and ultimately killed him. The two enemies were forced to face each other for eternity, Cromwell posed with a sword and a bible, and Charles as nothing but a head.

Inside parliament we were given audio guides to carry with us as we explored the lobby area, House of Commons, and the House of Lords. In the lobby area, there was this incredible mosaic that expanded from roses and golden patterns to figures like Saint George. That tour was self-guided, but the audio commentary painted a wonderful story of the history of Parliament and its use.

After parliament, my little “Nerds and Dorks gone pro” group went and explored the surrounding area. We went to St. James Park, enjoying the garden and chatting with the local wildlife (squirrels and swans). We stopped at a local cafe and shared a lemon raspberry cake and a salmon sandwich among us all before heading back to the hotel.

The rest of the day went: Hotel, lay on bed, hear about our comrades ailments and aid to them (feeling sick so we were sent on a saltines and ginger-ale retrieval mission), and then dinner in the hotel cafe with N.A.D.G.P (coffee and pizza. Yup.).

All and all, a super productive and educational day!

@danielcronrath @grcetylr @ivory000 @livingingloworld @comafloods

[inkveined]

immortally wounded ➳ — (h.g. & a.b.)

PAIRING: haurchefant greystone x gender neutral!wol (ft. aymeric de borel x gender neutral!wol)

GENRE(S): angst, hurt no comfort, drabble

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

CONTENT WARNINGS: heavensward spoilers, major character death, implied suicide

A/N: ...so the vault huh

ao3 mirror

You should’ve died.

With your fists trembling at your sides, you throw your head back, baring your throat to the heavens. The ache in your beating heart does not hold a candle to the ache left behind by the anguished wail that claws its way out of your chest.

It should’ve been you.

The heavens make no indication of hearing you.

If only…

A half sob follows, then–

Anger.

It settles deep, a blooming that reaches the apex of your next sorrowful cry to the skies of Coerthas above. You vaguely wonder if he can hear you from Halone’s halls.

To have your other half torn asunder so suddenly leaves you broken, a lance having pierced you straight through your heart much like his shield.

If only you weren’t in the way.

Saltine tears drop from your glassy eyes into the snow below, his gravestone and shield doing little to comfort you. Resting your forehead against the cold surface of the slab of stone, you can feel your soul yearn for what you’ve lost. From what Aymeric had taken from you.

The anger seethes, burns, forming an unyielding grasp around your quivering frame. It was Aymeric that had indirectly orchestrated the downfall of your beloved, it was Aymeric that tore, tore, tore away at what you thought was the inseparable tie that had bound you once to your beloved.

The bastard laid in bed with you that evening. His apologetic kisses left nothing but disdain in their wake. But you couldn’t deny what Count Fortemps had seen in the young commander. An uncanny resemblance to your dear Haurchefant.

You wonder what cruel trick of fate this was.

Looking past the dark curls and striking dual blue hues, you saw what you had once fallen in love with. And that was precisely what kept you tethered to the sheets, fists twisted in them as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear with remorse in deep blues that reminded you all too much of him. You moan and keen, but naught was for the man above you, this he knew.

But that didn’t stop him from loving you.

And love you he did— he was every bit the picturesque lover, attentive, kind, endearing with a heart of blinding gold. Haurchefant was no different. You figure if you closed your eyes, you could fool yourself into loving a man that you had once came home to.

You knew this would hurt him, but that pain would be nothing compared to the one you felt when a hand you had traced the palm lines of and tenderly squeezed many times before grew cold and lifeless in your own.

—

The sun sets in Ishgard again, and with it, your eyes did for one last time.

It was Aymeric that had found you.

Your hair sprawled on the ground reminded him so much of that of an angel’s halo. Your peaceful countenance was no longer streaked with the tears Aymeric had time and time brushed away with the touch of a sinner seeking repentance.

For the second time that waning moon, he felt despair and ice filled his veins. His mouth parted to call your name, to shout, to do anything other than gawk and tremble like the fingers that cradled your face.

The Lord Commander was not often rendered speechless and shocked to the core. Your name eventually emerges as a questioning whisper from the churning depths of his stupor, and the color drains from his complexion.

No.

This couldn’t be…

But there you were. Silent, motionless. Unresponsive to his screams and shaking.

He checks for any hopeful sign of a pulse before burying his face into the crook of your neck, sobs wracking his body as incessant apologies interspersed with hiccups and tremors tumble out of his lips while his worst fears are confirmed.

Why?

The inquiry directed towards Hydaelyn echoes within his mind but there is no one to respond. His gloved fists crumple into your clothing.

Whywhywhy?

It wasn’t supposed to be this way…

Aymeric couldn’t fathom it, wrap his clever head around it. It’d be a lifetime before he’d glean an answer, he reckons.

He stands, holding your fragile, limp body bridal-style, his expression a tumultuous display of emotion.

A familiar, blonde-haired figure awaits him at the foot of the Pillars, the descent feeling like an eternity without you. When Lucia catches sight of your cold body nestled within warm arms, she stands with eyes wide and mouth agape, realization dawning on her sharp features.

Aymeric’s armored footfalls come to a standstill at the bottom step. He raises his gaze to meet his subordinate’s.

“The Warrior of Light is dead.”

–

There was a unanimous agreement that you should be buried next to your true lover you had loved in your waking moments. Both of you overlooked Coerthas as Aymeric kneels, eyes shut. A fresh bouquet of you and Haurchefant’s favorite flora lies betwixt your tombstones.

There was no well in all of Eorzea that would hold all the grief and guilt the knight harbored for both a fallen comrade and the light of his life.

But alas, he couldn’t very well give into his heartsickness when the Dragonsong War remained at large and Nidhogg’s vengeance and thirst for Ishgardian blood still posed a threat. It was a Temple Knight’s duty to soldier on and carry out the will of the dearly departed that had died for the cause that had once united them.

These wounds of his would never truly heal in full, immortally afflicted as he was, but it is with honor that he continues the fight in both of your names. Aymeric just wished Eorzea’s two brightest lights weren’t snuffed out so soon and that the dolor doesn’t succeed in pulling him under.

“Come, Lucia,” Aymeric calls out. She nods in response, waiting for the commander to lead the way before trailing after him. The trek back was one of silence, rumination, and regret.

Ishgard felt darker and colder in the Warrior of Light and the Silver Fuller’s absence, he thinks to himself.

[chikkou]

bro they fucking took out a tumblr ICON a few days ago. @tsunamiwavesurfing was the auteur who gave us “you hasslehoff, you wavewatching” and “i got that good… that good for nothing,” amongst other legendary posts, and they done deactivated him!! i legit have no idea what they nabbed him for bc the dude never posted anything other than like, art and text posts… but this is a real loss 😭

[chikkou]

i just finished disco elysium last night and u bitches lied to me. those old men did NOT fuck. waste of 30 hours 🙄🙄🙄🙄

[chikkou]

venture brothers is such a great show bc its one of the very few shows where u think “wow [character] is so self-serving and hostile… it must be bc of [reason]” but then u tell urself that thats too generous and the writers were probably just lazy

and then it turns out u were completely right and it just took the writers an additional decade to confirm that ur interpretation was intentional and deliberate LMAO

[chikkou]

rewatching death note and i forgot how much i hate ohba’s writing. naomi misora deserved better

[chikkou]

bro dating apps are insane i been talking to this one person for all of 1 hour and i know that they recently broke up with their partner of 10 years and are trying to Fuck The Pain Away - Peaches rather than dealing with it LOL

[chikkou]

desperately sad that E3 is dead forever. there was never a better opportunity to mock corporations for their transparent attempts at being Hip and With It

[chikkou]

i went to the pool today with my baby sister (shes 8 and loves me to death) and there was this group of people already there. i have found the people here to be sort of weird to my family unless we make a big show of exhibiting politeness, presumably due to the way we look (a black mom, 2 dark-skinned asian kids, and my baby sister and i who are hard to place). so i try to steer clear and stand between them and my sister.

my sister told me i should get goggles from the lifeguard so i could see underwater with her. i told her i was ok and i didnt need them. one of the girls in the group, who had been looking at us a lot (for what i assumed was the usual reason), swam over and offered her goggles to me, with zero prompting. i tried to politely decline but she insisted until i caved and took them. and i just thought this was such a sweet little moment, one of the only times ive felt genuinely welcomed since we moved here. it was a small thing, but just a reminder that there is good out there - altruistic, wholly selfless good. and thats really all it is

[chikkou]

just finished dungeon meshi. i apologize in advance for my next 100 posts

[chikkou]

ok i was waiting until my laptop got here to finally tell all the bullshit thats happened in the last like. 5 months lol. cause its a lot to type

im gonna put it all under the cut so no one has to read if they dont want. its a LONG fucking story.

tl;dr:

ok so for basic background, for the last two years or so, i was living with a roommate in connecticut. the roommate was my (now former) best friend since middle school. in july of this year his behavior totally shifted, and he started picking fights with me out of nowhere, told our high school friends a bunch of straight up lies abt me to make me look like a horrible roommate & person, and just generally became a two-faced dickhead. in the end, it turned out to all be excuses to justify his decision to move out (unofficially, name was still on the lease) so that he could live with his boyfriends and not pay any bills. at the time i was really devastated by this bc i felt totally betrayed by this person i had been close to since i was 12/13, but frankly after everything else that happened i barely fucking think about it now LMAO. this is set dressing more than anything else

so anyway, i had been living alone since about august, that was the last time i saw him in person. i wasnt handling the situation well because i had spoken to my high school friend and found out the extent to which hed tried to paint me as a slovenly, horrible roommate, to the point of telling actual lies about really dumb stuff (which didnt work btw - my friends, god bless them, were more concerned about my mental health than anything and thought i was going down a depression spiral, which my former friend told them he was helping me through. they believed me right away once we finally did talk). all that is to say, i was going kind of crazy lol, and i decided to go back home in october just for a short while, to recharge my batteries and all.

i was gone for a couple of weeks, not very long. i felt MUCH better after being with my family & friends in person, as i felt pretty isolated from everyone (my hometown is in new york, i was only 2 hours away by train but scheduling times to visit was sort of a hassle, so i only did it once every couple months). my grandfather and mom dropped me off at my apartment in early november, we were very lighthearted and discussing my next steps, since my shithead friend had been behind on rent more than 5 times (i always paid my half on time) and i was facing eviction because of it. we get to my apartment, i go to open the door, and it wont open. not that its locked, it just straight up WONT open. my grandpa tried to ram the door with his shoulder, and nothing. hes a strong ass dude, and this door wouldnt budge for anything.

my mom managed to get the kitchen window open and climb in that way, and it took both her and my grandpa pulling/pushing at the same time to force the door open. i wont even dress this up: there was mold. fucking. everywhere. on the floor, on the walls, all over everything i owned. i have pictures (had to take them for insurance) and im not even going to show them because they are beyond fucking disgusting. everything i owned was soaked in water and mold, and i do literally mean EVERYTHING. it was very warm in there too, like the temperature of a swamp. i was in a haze after that. i just remember sobbing, like genuinely heartbroken sobbing, as i wandered around looking at everything that was ruined. my mom & grandpa had to go and get maintenance because i was just utterly useless, and they were equally horrified & said they'd never seen anything like it.

i managed to save some items that were irreplaceable (journals, notebooks, etc) and whatever clothes werent utterly soaked in mold. all of my cookware, my books, my laptop & desktop (i cried the hardest when i saw the desktop) - it was all ruined. we found out later that the water boiler in my apartment had a catastrophic failure while i was gone, which caused it to constantly send water back through the pipes, empty, and refill itself. my bedroom was directly above the boiler downstairs, so it got the most significant amount of damage. all told, i lost like 95% of the things i owned. it is possible that i could have saved more, but the amount of mold in that apartment made it a genuine safety hazard for me to even be in there, so i had very limited time to grab what i could. the cruelest irony of all that? my shithead ex-friend's room, which was on the other side of the hallway, was pretty much untouched. he lost absolutely nothing lol.

so immediately, i had to leave the state. i moved back to ny with my family. my mother - who had a stroke last year following a diagnosis of an exceedingly rare neurological disorder, AND had two separate brain surgeries to improve her quality of life - was in the process of getting evicted. the landlord didnt give a fuck about any of my moms situation, not her being disabled, not her being widowed, not her having 3 kids under the age of 18 to care for - he just wanted her out so he could increase the cost of rent on our house. at the same time as all this was going on, i got saddled with a $600 electric bill (likely caused by the water heater's malfunction), which neither insurance nor the apartment would pay, so it came out of my pocket. in addition, i found out in december that i was also getting laid off.

we had nowhere to go and couldnt afford to live anywhere in the tri-state area. we had no choice but to move somewhere much cheaper, and since my mom already had a friend living in a mid-atlantic state, we chose to move there. the eviction went through in january and we had less than 2 weeks to pack all our shit, find a place to live, and get the fuck out. needless to say, we were not successful lol.

we stayed in my grandparents 1 bedroom apartment for about a week, then all of us drove down together to stay with my moms friend in her 3 bedroom apartment (she has 5 kids, 3 of whom live in the apartment). my moms apartment, which was supposed to have been ready by january 31st, still had people actively living there. the property manager kept promising us it would be next week for the entire month of february, to the point that my mom got fed up and chose to rent a small house instead. the reality of being essentially homeless for that time was beyond horrifying, and having anywhere between 8-10 people in that house (my cousin also moved with us, but he stayed in a hotel for the first week) was more taxing than i can express.

but things have gotten a lot better since then. i also found a cute little house to rent just up the road from my moms, and its very cheap for its size. i still havent found a job yet, but thanks to what was essentially the liquidation of everything i owned, ill be ok for a couple months more. im slowly but surely repurchasing all the things i lost and trying to acclimate to the new environment. things are still not totally stable right now, but they are slowing down, and at this point thats all i can really ask for lol.

so yeah. if u were wondering why i suddenly stopped posting after literal years of posting every day, thats why LMAO

[chikkou]

SENDING OUT THE BATSIGNAL TO ALL MY VOCALOID GIRLIES:

my sister sent me this and im stumped. what song is this

features the mv had:

black & white, guillotine happened, she possibly saw the head roll around but didnt see the actual cut happen

songs she said it’s not:

daughter of evil / servant of evil (she said the animations i showed her were wrong but the song could’ve been right)

bad apple (she recognized this one right away & she knows it’s not the one LOL)

rolling girl (she said it was def not this one because the song she’s thinking of has a french revolution vibe)

im confident she is thinking of daughter of evil or something else from the story of evil, but the part abt it being black & white with a visible guillotine scene is throwing me off.

please help me obi juan whoever the fuck u are. ur my only ho

[chikkou]

gotta laugh or else im gonna cry

[chikkou]

just saw genuinely THE funniest fucking terf/radblr post ever where the post was so obtusely written that all of the replies involved people speculating whether op was a terf or not and op responded by mocking all of those people individually.

spoiler: literally every single commenter on the post was a terf LMAO