#ghosts again so true

[clairevoyant813]

[sforzesco]

TRY AGAIN LATER

it's like. well. its several things.

(Plutarch's Crassus, trans. Warner)

and also this

(ibid.)

that compliment sounds like an insult, baby.

anyway, there's a fun kind of eroticism in being given everything, in taking things that aren't yours without any real consequence, in climbing towards becoming a Roman Alexander, only for one man to deny you, over and over and over again, at every turn. Sulla tried, Crassus did it better. who would put a butcher in their place? who else knows you well enough to do it? who else can match you step for step like this? doesn't it feel like a kind of intimacy, a kind of—

it's also about the 'even sulla kissed my sword/so you want me on my knees too?' innuendo was too good to pass up. that was actually the first line I wrote, I figured out the rest of this to justify making a comic with it

and finally! the sword line is referencing/playing off of Lucan's Pharsalia a little bit because it fucks hard

(Lucan's Pharsalia, trans. Jane Wilson Joyce)

EDIT: oh, and that's a public domain anatomical illustration of a heart. you know how it is with love and hate.

[destinysbounty]

Yall ever think about how Zane is a seer with prophetic dreams of the future, but he's also a robot with memory problems who struggles to maintain his sense of self? Like. He's condemned to see a future he cannot prevent, yet cursed to long for a past he cannot recall. His dreams are filled with the vestiges of tragedies yet to come, but never the tragedies he wishes he could remember. Do you think he ever used to get disappointed when he'd have prophetic dreams, upset that it was another vision of the future but not of the past he so desperately wished to understand?

Anyway I'm gonna start biting people

[short666bread]

Get Haunted

[osteochondraldefect]

Ilyen lennék, hogyha nem lennél nekem [ver. without glow + translation below the cut]

"And I'm beginning to miss missing you" and for caption "This is what I'd be like if I didn't have you" song lyrics are taken from the song Kék Hullám Kemping by Carson Coma

[discjude]

whatever afterlife exists in SGE must be the funniest shit ever imagine being some Jaunt Jolie peasant who gets a little too in the way of the Snake and dying only to see The Literal School Master cheering the Snake on. Imagine dying of like cholera or something and taking a little Ghost Vacation to Camelot and seeing the King of Camelot - who's dead, apparently - beating the shit out of some random other boy with weird eyes. imagine how flesh and blood went down. Do you think they all had popcorn for that

[creaturefeaster]

Opinion on bear ghost??

Long time fan, though I haven't listened to their stuff in a little bit, now that I think about it!

[hyperionshipping]

Iys really important + silly to me that my ghost s/i goes months thinking the Church is just weirdly different and does not notice the Satanic worshipping + other shit. Others try to tell him and someone (probably the current papa) is like Do Not Fucking Tell Him leave him Alone he's going through enough while my s/i is 30 minutes deep into a prayer on his knees candlelight flickering as he begs for God to listen to him and clear the haze in his mind and to take this suffering away and let him find his footing and the ghouls I imagine are also begging to please please please we have to tell him let us show our true selves Papa please it will be so funny

[doodlepede]

i wonder if the blog stalker persists...

[clowndensation]

dad sent me THREE happy christmas messages. argh.

[silkjade]

Hope you're doing okay. Idk what prompted you to private stuff but please ignore the anon who called you dramatic. In the end it's your blog and you're free to do what you want and be as dramatic as you feel

oh ! thank you for writing this, i promise i am okay ^^;; that anon ask didn't affect me at all, because i really did find it funny to be called out like that lolz, so no need to worry >< and you are so right this is my blog i can do whatever i want !! so thank you sm for looking out for me and sending this in regardless, i really appreciate it <3

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[ecto-stone]

no no i wanna hear ya complain about the episode were it would of made sense that vlad would be involed in!

its just intersting for me to just see other pepols takes on stuff they hyberfixate on!

essentially Vlad should allowed to be a little oppotunist in reality trip. and use Jack as a battleram with mad in livinglarge. Commit crime again nature in urban jungle with fire core. and pretend to sleep even doe he already snap out of the dream due to it being too good to be true a long time ago but get dragged along to help anyway in frightmare.

[ut-scatteredextension]

Mettaton, what's your favorite food?

"If you're looking for recommendations, darling, I'm afraid ghost food isn't edible for corporeal folk like your lovely self."

"However, I must insist that you try the MTT-Brand Glamburger! It's truly the most luxurious and fabulous food you could ever set your taste buds upon! Plus, it's one-hundred percent accurate to the food eaten on the Surface."

"...That's what I've heard people say about it, anyway. I can't eat it myself, of course."

"It isn't available right now, I'm sorry to say, but I have it on good authority that it'll make a grand return in the future~!"

[born-to-lose]

I love being the always single person in my family, mad respect to my sister for constantly dating guys for the last 8 years, I would have shot myself

[necrocrunk]

listen to me. Listen to me. if someone knew how to code, i would do everything else. i have ideas for games, ideas that will actually be good okay. too many people want to do a farming sim but none of them can be stardew valley. i can be something completely different. i can make the halloween silly ghoul style story of seasons/harvest moon level of hardness game. i need to return to form. i can do what other games cant. what they wish they could do