#frightening. i adore it
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thisisasundrysideblog · 9 months ago
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pov: you're beardsley's dog
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neosatsuma · 3 months ago
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not that he wasn't there already but I am putting this man in my locket forever and ever
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novelconcepts · 10 months ago
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no, but like, it's so easy to frame Tai and Van--like early Tai and Van, like before the crash--as "Van's super into Tai, and Tai's just hot and cool and easygoing about it", and I have NOTHING against this framing. I absolutely use it in fic all the time. but please consider the alternative. please consider flipping that script. please consider Taissa "I've got my shit together" Turner being a complete and utter GOOBER the second the goalie turns up. suddenly she's tripping on her own shoelaces. they are still tied. how did she wind up knocking over a whole-ass desk after catching a snippet of Van's laugh from the hallway. why is she the coolest give-no-fucks girl in school, but the second Van turns up--hopping around, telling stupid jokes, recounting a made-for-TV movie she caught last night--Tai just forgets everything about her own chill. she is obsessed. she kind of wants to throw up. she just fell down the stairs because Van lightning-quick kissed her cheek. DISASTER Tai, pry her from my cold dead hands.
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myenemytolover · 10 days ago
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anyways this is now a Nicholas Alexander Chavez support blog, first and foremost
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sonxofxgondor · 3 months ago
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This gets brought up every once in a while, but nevertheless, I am going to mention it again. Can you imagine just how terrified Thranduil was when he realized Legolas was on his journey with the Fellowship?
His only son, his beloved child, his little leaf; gone to face the evils of Sauron. I doubt that the Elven King's heart ever rested!
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fisheito · 1 year ago
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SCREMS my snautsticic child he is trying ok!!!!!! one tiny snake human hybrid built from the cave-ground-up, , attempting to learn all the implicit rules of humanness?! as if it isn't already tough enough out here!!!!
#ALL he has to work off of is the Great Serpent's memories? fuzzy clips of ppl he might have seen or interacted with??#depending on the kind of snake he was he could have a variety of defense mechanisms#he could have had to suppress his hissing instinct. or maybe he contorted his body in that adorably vertical corn snake way when he scared#big baby eyes trying to mimic the ppl around him but they are busy being judgemental#so many stupid little human things that villagers try to explain to him as “that's just the way it is” or “never really thought about why”#and yakumo just stares in disbelief bc how could u have never thought about the concept of goosebumps#you're telling me ur skin turns into plucked-bird-skin when you're cold or frightened and that is completely mundane?#you're telling me that when ppl try to hug you it is NOT because they want to strangle u to death and eat u????#how much strength am i supposed to put into a hug then. NOT bone crushimg??????#WHAT EMOTION IS THIS GESTURE SUPPOSED TO CONVEY#the tags tho#now imagining blade and yakumo shaking hands and discussing “why are humans such funky lil guys and why do they do the things they do”#several of the non-humans gather in a monthly meeting like:#on today's agenda: WTF is kissing. why are they smashing their food holes together.#one week they bring in a guest human (edmond?) and ask him all of humanity's big questions from non-human POV#and edmond's just like ??? i don't know???!?!??#and eberyone throws up their arms in frustration bc if humans don't make sense to the humans then what are we supposed 2do#nu carnival yakumo
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ssreeder · 4 months ago
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I am again sorry for my past digressions against you but I truly love the part in LIAB where Sokka subtly changes from saying ‘the firebender’ to ‘my firebender.’
It’s great and subtle writing and you never really put attention to it, only sometimes putting it in italics with ‘his Zuko’.
And also I truly love the part of Sokka fantasizing about Jett trying to fight his boyfriend and fantasizing about turning Jett to ash together.
you are completely forgiven <3 :)
I love that you picked up on that subtle shift, and how Sokka’s pov fluctuates between being sweet and possessive (the his zuko being probably the most possessive when he is feeling extra emotional about zuko )
Hahaha, awwww true love is when someone includes their boyfriend in their murder fantasies <3 :D (run jet run run run runnnnn)
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vibrantboredom · 1 year ago
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I'm relistening to I am in Eskew at the same time as the Silt Verses come out and it's so fun seeing ideas introduced in Eskew resurface in TSV, like I just finished ep. 24 and the way the History Society works is so much like our new scary war saint!!! Obsessed
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kyuoki · 24 days ago
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Dragon's breath is burning bright, lighting up the darkest night, leaving desolation all around
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llondonfog · 1 year ago
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👀
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osargis · 2 years ago
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nai my sopping wet hyena
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theheadlessgroom · 1 year ago
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@beatingheart-bride
At Emily's suggestion of a middle name, Randall couldn't help but grin just a little impishly: Although her middle name being "Augustine" meant she was slightly named after her father, August Burke, which she quite liked, his mother had always been embarrassed by having essentially two months for a name, something she was teased about a bit by her classmates in her youth. That being said, he could just see her absolutely loving the idea of her middle name being passed on to her future granddaughter, being very touched by such a gesture.
"I think that would be wonderful," he confirmed with a little nod, his heart warming at the thought-it really was a wonderful idea, a wonderful tribute to his beloved mother, and he couldn't help but feel tears anew begin to prick the corners of his eyes the more he thought about it. A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.
"Did...did we ever discuss any other names, in the future?" Randall then ventured to ask-he knew from what he told her that ghosts weren't able to have children, but still did he wonder if they held out hope anyways for a miracle, discussing names, perhaps even what traits the tykes would inherit from the both of them.
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mossydice · 1 year ago
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I’m bad at writing anything up cohesively but one day I will. Until that point here’s some screenshots of me absolutely losing my mind as my obsession with aasimar is fully reignited and channelled into Echo 👍
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russenoire · 2 years ago
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gladly.
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Get shigeo'd idiot
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morose-melodies · 14 days ago
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your husband adored you - it was true.
in his eyes, you were as innocent as a doe, you could do no harm.
so, was it really a surprise when he didn't take your attempt to threaten him seriously?
he took the fact that you were crying more seriously than he did the fact that you were holding a knife at him, waving it around carelessly while sobbing.
"(y/n)..." the captain slowly reached forward - you were frightened, that last thing he wanted was to scare you further, "hand me the knife. please, (y/n)," the captain was not above pleading, not when it was for your sake.
"no, no, no- just open the front door and let me leave!" you flinched away from him, you couldn't let him take this from you, not after what you had to do to get it.
that was what you wanted but the captain was so very against that. he adored you, he couldn't find it in himself to let you go, "(y/n), no. hand me the knife and we will talk about it."
the captain stepped forward - he was, as much as he hated to admit it, resorting to cornering you to get the knife from you. "I'm not angry with you, (y/n), not in the slightest. please don't make this worse for yourself," the captain once again pleaded.
"no... no, i just wanna go home. please, please back off! just let me leave!"
so, the captain took a step back, just as you asked and once more asked, "hand me the knife, (y/n). that's all I'm asking of you."
"I can't! I can't! just let me leave," you jutted your hand outward, waving the knife at him, "please just open the door and let me leave!!"
"I cannot," the captain refused. seeing you so fearful made the captain feel like the worst man alive, "I cannot let you leave, (y/n)."
you did not falter, you continued to wave the knife at the captain and that's when he took it from you - he tried to be gentle but you fought, clashing your hand against his chest, screaming and tugging, trying to get the knife back but it was futile.
"(y/n), do not hurt yourself," the captain quickly tossed the knife away and pulled you to his chest. he rested his hand on the back of your head and tried to calm you, "if you had told me sooner that you were upset, I would've done everything in my power to make it better."
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kalims · 1 month ago
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⋆ too drunk to recognize your boyfriend
feat. third years of diasomnia
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malleus
"I.. have a boyfriend,"
to an extent. the guarded, suspicious look on your face would have concerned malleus to no belief, to others. he wouldn't have bat an eye whatsoever, but it's you so the feeling crawls up his spine and clouds his heat. he can't help the slight nudge of offense clouding his face cause you definitely shouldn't have any reason to make such a face to his.
the more his arm reaches out towards you—to ground your swaying form perhaps, the more you seem to be inching away from him. which shouldn't make sense at all! "child of man?" he murmurs. dropping the attempt to console you, to which you squint at him. back pressed against the front door to his dorm.
"who are you?!" you point at him, and he blinks. mortification spreads in his head. you've.. accumulated amnesia?!
malleus' fingers clench around the fabric on his chest, just after he had retracted the outstretched limb in fear of frightening you even more. there's a certain stiffness to his hand that illicit a drop of sweat from his forehead. him? he's your mal?
if he had the nerve to cry, he would.
but of course, you remain a priority. you exhibit unnatural behavior. no one just forgets important details in a day! you especially, won't forget about him! and he won't let you, ever.
you sway. your eyes darting around, and squinting like you're struggling to focus on one subject of your attention, a factor that might affect it is the fact you keep looking around instead on settling on something, preferably him. and, malleus is torn between steadying you, or him.
he chooses you.
despite your half hearted protest that audibly makes him sulk more, he twists the door to the dorm open and ushers you inside. not too much of a struggle, if anything, you seem lighter, and he almost actually hauled you around with minimal effort.
"must be a good night," a voice purrs, malleus doesn't have to glance at the source to know that it's lilia. years spent with the man does wonder with familiarity. it took him a couple of decades to get used to him. strangely enough he feels like he's known you longer, despite not.
the statement makes the taller male frown. lilia though, keeps the tiny smile, now tickled with a hint of amusement as the rubies shift from your blubbering form to malleus' face. oh? he's upset now. lilia muses. it's easy to ascertain his boy's move, like a sixth sense.
so lilia decides to probe further. "no? your face tells me otherwise."
malleus huffs a little. one of the habits he never seemed to grow out of ever since he learned to keep his... more draconic traits at bay. "you are less than accurate with your assumption," his eye twitches, either torn between distressed or irritation. despite the conflicting behavior, he still manages to treat you with a gentle hand while leading you towards the couch.
"it is a very terrible day." malleus continues. sad enough to complain, but fond of you enough to take the hint from your apparent cautious behavior towards him. lilia almost laughs when he spies him gloomy, sitting on the far end, away from you.
the lightning strikes just as the clouds roll in. lilia peers behind the curtains, chuckling a little at the weather.
well! he just hadn't seen malleus moping around this much since, what? when that gold trinket wouldn't fit in his tower anymore? "why so, my dear?" lilia coos, positively charmed by the 'adorable' disposition.
of course, he already knows. he'd heard your exchange moments ago.
lilia retains the easy look. "the child of man has forgotten about me," malleus explains. looking more stressed by the second. "whoever has done this, will pay." from a sad, faraway look to rage suddenly. "I beg of you, please return them." then switches back...?
he has half the mind to pretend like you're never gonna return normal but decides against it.
"of course!" lilia chirps. "they'll be well by tomorrow."
and, malleus looks like he had been holding the world by his shoulders seconds ago, a sigh of relief.
the next day, you're not sure why malleus is introducing himself in concerning detail. do you really need to know what color his assigned blanket was when he was given birth to...?
lilia
if anything, he's really the one who enabled your behavior.
"just one more." , "oh my, need another?" , "you look like you need it, come on now, don't be shy, you only live once~"
concerned, silver steadied you as you wobble on your feet. babbling about some nonsense under your breath which only illicits the boy to cast a disapproving glance at lilia (who only wears an amused smile).
"seems like they had quite the night." a cheery comment from the latter, and silver makes no move to resist when he moved closer with silent steps, then pries you to his side inside with a gentleness that would prove that he isn't.. actually the reason for your state, but not really.
lilia cooed, like he'd coddled them before. silver thinks but it is so distinct from the way he used to coax them into bed. "time for bed."
you peel your eyes open, squinting with a crease between your brows. you tug at your arm, of which doesn't really budge but lilia decides to humor the struggle so he lets go and raises his brows. "I'm not a kid!" you say, then turn your head to the side—like a kid.
oh, so adorable. lilia croons, swooning inside his head for a bit. how he'd like to simply hold you for hours end...
the romantic monolog of his daydreams though, is interrupted by you once more. ironic since you were the one he was just day dreaming about.
"oh, my. is that so? how lucky of me." he chooses to say instead.
silver sweatdrops. glancing between your hazy... anger maybe? it's not really anger in all honesty, just bordering. then to the lax demeanor his father exhibited. a glance would find normality in it, but he hasn't seen him pick on someone so...
he doesn't know the word for it, perhaps insisting on bothering a singular person as much as he can?
you gasp, snapping your head to silver. cause apparently you recognize him, but seemed scandalized by lilia's presence. "silver! protect me!"
amused, lilia watches you scurry back behind the boy.
"there's nothing to protect you from..."
"there's a man!"
"I'm a man too..."
"there's a bad man!"
your head peeks out from silver's confused frame, lilia's head follows the action. tilting to the side as you eye him hilariously warily. hmmm.. so very cute. "I'm an innocent, only wishing to steal my beloved." he replies, with a usual lightness. though the usual relaxation you had around him is replaced with irritation.
"you can't steal me away, my boyfriend and his children will strangle you."
lilia shares a look with silver. where did they get the idea of... such violence?
silver shrugs. not a clue, he seems to reply back, committed to just remaining a bystander even if he's technically in the middle.
"is that so?"
you nod vehemently, a more open vulnerability clear on your face than before. you point to lilia (well, technically you don't actually know its him! or maybe you're just playing with him?) squinting, accusing at all with him at the end of your pointer finger. the male only raises his brow, and flashes you a cheeky smile.
lilia contemplates playing with you. as in, replying 'why don't you guess?' because knowing you, even in this state you'd probably tell him: "how would I know?" then proceed to guess anyway.
you would have a cute expression, perhaps. but he isn't so cruel to the point where he would waste time—time you could be using to rest instead, preferably get sober, remember him when you wake up, and return to your lovey dovey self.
alright. maybe not lovey dovey on some days but he would definitely prefer that than you using his son as a shield against him, like the boy could actually hold him back.
well, it is technically his fault... but lilia had all the intentions to care for you if you ever got too drunk, he'd hold you up if you were too unsteady, guide you away from possible fiends, and make sure you recovered well the following morning.
but, this definitely didn't enter his area of expectations.
"yup!" you cry. "he might be short, but he can kick butt." for someone who's heard many arrogant words, he's never seen one who says one thing—a threat in your case, then you proceeded to cower behind the nonchalant silver.
you nudge silver.
silver blinks. "um... that's correct."
you glance back at lilia. as if to say I told you!
"so... he will kick my... butt?" lilia hums, indulging in using the world. goodness, good thing sebek is not here. that boy definitely would've kicked you out for endorsing such foul language.
he feigns a look of horror, to his amusement you seem to brighten.
simply adorable...
long story short. you seem to believe you've truly scared him off when he disappears.
concerned even more, silver watches you welcome lilia back with a dreamy sigh. like... you actually recognize him as your lilia, and not the guy you were just... threatening to bite the curb.
this is absurd... I should just rest... silver sighs.
lilia only beams at the showering affection.
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