#do not perceive me for a while

[firestorm09890]

Y'ALL. Y'ALL so for a long time I've believed that "the sun" in Meursault's story is Carmen, and I went to check Hell's Chicken's dialogue to see exactly how he said that he'd dealt with distortions before, and... you know what else he said?

To my knowledge, it is a phenomenon where an individual morphs into a form often unfit to be considered “human”. It has no known causes, and the appearances were all different.

Unfit to be considered human.

Meursault, who, in his book, was judged by the court to be soulless.

Meursault, who has EGO for Cyborgs who have been so mutilated they barely act like people anymore; a murderer who was experimented on until ceasing to be human; a sheep named after Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, a novel about the humanity of androids and the inhumanity of humans; and now a rose that can't help its bloodsucking nature, based on Carmilla, a vampire whose story emphasized the duality between her vampiric traits and her human ones.

Meursault, who answered Heathcliff's ironic question of if he had metal for brains like this:

I'm placing my bets now, that line from Hell's Chicken is foreshadowing for Meursault's canto even more than "I have witnessed a number of [distortion] cases in the past" was

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[buqbite]

Halo

[eightdoctor]

(revolution man; book 21)

vs

(city of the dead; book 49)

the doctor is literally a glue trap that fitz got stuck in. don't pull him out though because he likes it there

[luuxxart]

leaks from the anime post bnha 430……. #REAL #NOTFAKE

[sylusenthusiast]

/SURRENDER.

ෆ genre : one-shot with a dash of spiciness. ෆ pairing : sylus x you / sylus x reader

The stars outside Sylus's garage glitter like frozen diamonds, distant and unfeeling, much like the man standing across from you. The strange silence fills the room, as you take in the man in all leather as he leans up against his motorcycle. You had been exploring his expansive home and found your way here after avoiding Mephisto, Luke and Kieran despite having been here various times before.

Sylus liked to keep you close when he felt you were too close to danger. He knew you hated it, but he loved telling you what to do - especially when you listened.

"You enjoy control too much," you say, your voice low but challenging, stepping toward him from the shadows. The dim light hanging from above casts a faint blue glow over his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw, and the tension in his stance.

His gaze narrows, his lips curving into a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. "Control keeps me alive. It's kept you alive too, in case you've forgotten, kitten."

You don't flinch at the nickname, standing your ground as the space between you crackles with tension. Sylus is always calculating, always one step ahead, never allowing anyone to see beyond his carefully crafted exterior. But tonight, something in him seems different. His eyes flicker with a darker intensity, a restrained hunger that he's trying to keep in check.

"Maybe you should try letting go," you suggest, your voice bold, though your heart races at the audacity of your words.

Sylus arches an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. His hand reaches out, and his fingertips brush against your arm, the touch feather-light but electrifying. "Letting go?" he repeats, his tone going lower and more dangerous. "You think you're up for that kind of challenge?"

Your breath hitches, and before you can respond, he pulls you toward him, standing between his long legs as he manspreads while on the bike. His lips hover near your ear, a raspy voice leaving them. "I control everything here - every system, every weapon, every outcome. What makes you think you can change that?"

You look up at him, your pulse quickening. "Because I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You're not as untouchable as you want everyone to believe."

For a moment, his mask slips. His expression darkens, and there's something raw, something vulnerable in his eyes that you've never seen before. Sylus's hand moves from your arm to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though his tone wavers slightly. It's not just a threat - it's a confession.

"Then why don't we both take the risk?" you challenge, pushing back against the control he clings to so tightly.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. And then, as if something snaps, his lips crash against yours. It's not the careful, calculated Sylus you've come to know - it's raw, intense, filled with need. His kiss is possessive, yet there's a desperate edge to it as if he's been holding back for too long. His hands roam over your body, exploring, but still, there's a sense of restraint in him, a constant battle with himself.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, letting out a shaky sigh. "For once, let go. Let me take control."

His eyes search yours, the flicker of uncertainty there again. Slowly, his hands relax their grip, and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin.

"Fine," he murmurs with a growl. "But only for tonight."

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse the bounty hunter continues to not be free of me, same as I am not free of him

*self insert is not a girl (he/she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[lale-txt]

for the first time in weeks i can finally have a proper bed rotting day and man. the bliss. gonna do nothing but catch up on fics and write and nap a million times in between.

[hplonesomeart]

I’m pitifully late to properly celebrating the spooky season, but hey at least I’ve got some cool fanart to show now lol

[aliusfrater]

for the life of me i cannot figure out why people are so desperate to apply a version of dean's facade to sam

[ddarker-dreams]

jjk leaks have me adopting this stance

[nabaath-areng]

Ieeha: it is pointless to try and reconnect with my mother and brother. What they mourn is their daughter, not a grown man who is broken beyond repair pretending to be the child they lost. It is better if I stay away, lest they find their grief fueled further by what they will undoubtedly perceive as a stranger beyond their recognition.

Ieeha, then and now:

[1singulargrape]

me @ sukuna from the fujoshi chair:

[crescentfool]

having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!

[0509-brainrot]

Look at them. Look at the