#hohoho

[tamaytsuki]

Guys you don't understand how much i'm loving Silver Bells by @heavilycaffeinatedsblog

i had to draw this scene from chapter 11! I've never seen snow much less played in it, and this chapter made me want to buy a baby pool and slide down the hill with it. Maybe one day i will, who knows?

[nousanti]

happy priDEMONth!! lets get silly gang

[orion-archives]

I can't wait to see the shitstorm and hell that is going to be Sentinel Prime's tag the second the film officially releases.

You aren't ready. You have no idea what happens to him or what he does. YOU DON'T KNOW.

[mighteenyx]

Oh hey

[askoverkill]

just ooc thinking…. Oohhh im so curious about this director fellow- ambiguous pronouns can always happen if you dont know how to call someone… but its obvious this isn’t the king. And even if they are a new god… you have to wonder what sort of person/being they are…

oh yes, i do wonder who this mysterious god must be

[bougiebutchbinch]

ALSO ROTATING.

Fic concept where Shen Jiu decides on a new tactic to make the torture stop. He pretends to be completely broken.

It's all just an act, of course. He's his cold, calculating, ruthless self beneath the veneer of tears and pleading, just like when he was Xiao Jiu, swindling soft-hearted ladies out of their riches on the streets. He hasn't really been affected by what Bingge did to him; by the meticulous ruining of his reputation with lies he is too proud to refute. By the betrayal of his own martial brothers and disciples.

Not.

One.

Bit.

Really, all Bingge's monstrosity has done is to show Shen Jiu he has nothing left to lose.

Why not flaunt some false vulnerability, on the offchance he can persuade Luo Bingge - or, more likely, Ning Yingying - to off him for good?

If Shen Jiu's being honest with himself, though... The truth of his past, ripped out of his dreams by Bingge, didn't make him any more amenable to his wicked shizun. This new tactic is unlikely to work.

Or so Shen Jiu thinks.

He just so happens to pick a time to execute his grand plan after Luo Bingge returns from that other world, the world where he and his Shizun are happy together (yes shhhh I'm fucking with the timelines a little). Which means Bingge... Bingge is actually susceptible to this.

The only problem is, Bingge's sudden efforts to 'treat him kindly' and 'repair their relationship' now he thinks Shen Jiu might actually be moulded into the fangless, sweetened version of him he saw in another world, are far more terrifying than any agony he has been subjected to.

[oobbbear]

LOOK AT HIM!!!

[blradley]

haha okay so what if

this book was set

on a series of islands

that are basically the remains of an ancient giant dragon that mineralised into igneous rock & several active volcanoes

and this ancient being is both venerated as a creator god and exploited for its resources, all while it is very, very dead and uncaring, and sloooowly crumbling into the sea

hahaha what about that???

[northern-pirate]

Celebration time! The quite unintentional "recruit my fellow local Swedes to watch AMC's Interview with the Vampire" mission has taken two steady steps forward this week, and in unexpected directions outside my regular friend groups! It's fun. <3

Had a little Interview with the Vampire chat with the owner of my local (and only) art supplies shop yesterday. She has written her own gothic horror vampire novel, loved the movie adaption of IwtV, read a bunch of the VC books when she was in her early teens (like me), was a big fan of Claudia, and has not (yet) seen the AMC series. That will be resolved because I will lend her season 1 and 2 on bluray. Success. \m/

Met a neighbour on my way home from the cinema two days ago. We have planned to hang out for ages but life has gotten in the way, and now we spent a little while talking movies, what TV series we liked, she mentioned American Horror Story, especially Coven, said she loves New Orleans, that she watched The Princess and the Frog when she was younger and adores the magic creepy NOLA vibe, and had of course seen IwtV 1994 and enjoyed it... WELL. You see where this is going. A recommendation had to be made... Anyway, we had lunch and a walk today, and future meetups will include an introduction to AMC's IwtV. Success #2. \m/

All in all, a good recruitment week in a small countryside city somewhere in Sweden. ❤

How goes the spreading of the IwtV word and intentional/unintentional recruitment to the emotional vampire rollercoaster of a show in YOUR parts of the world? Reblog and do tell! I would love to hear ❤

(Bonus dadpires.)

[glamoriized]

g l a m o r i i z e d

[arcade-sekai]

daily fact #29 —☆

miku and rin will venture to ground level during a time of crisis.

[inartchive]

[mighteenyx]

[holnnetd]

König and his past

Mmm a vision ✨

WARNING: I don't think there's anything crazy about it, brief mention of domestic violence ig

He had grown a little older now. Barely a year. Now he's seventeen, finally old enough to...

"i want to join the military."

Clank.

His eyes flickered to the spoon you just dropped, letting it fall back into your soup with a splash.

The soup droplets land on the newly washed white tablecloth.

Silence.

"Hear me out-" he wants to start explaining but the look you give him dimmed his hopeful gaze.

"██████."

His head drops, his fork idly turning the meat on his plate.

"I told you not to call me that..." he whispers.

His real name. Before he started eating properly and grew into a young handsome man, you called him sweetie, sweetheart. Now? That doesn't feel appropriate.

He is tall, gained muscle mass and looks like a proper young adult, a patchy beard growing in, one which he refuses to shave. It's soft, the little hairs probably tickling his face.

But he pressed, stubbornly persisting that he didn't like the name because that's what his father named him.

Said that his mother too used any other pet name, anything but █████.

You sigh.

"Military?"

He falls silent again, but a twinkle of hope lights up in his deep blue eyes.

"My grades are sh— erm.. not well enough to pass. And others at school hate me anyway..." He ponders moving the meat around, leaving a smudge on the white ceramic plate from the sauce.

"It's not like they would miss me."

"Kleiner..." You sigh, but find no words to disagree. You yourself were in highschool not long ago. You know how it is to be bullied.

"You shouldn't be around death..."

"I shouldn't be around a lot of stuff. Like a hateful environment. Or people forcing me to take drugs."

"And military is any better?"

"No drugs."

Touché.

"Why do you want to join the military?" You ask, trying to find the reason for why military in specific.

His tongue glides over his upper teeth in silence.

It stretches uncomfortably long and you reach for your spoon again, thinking this will end.

"I don't want to be weak."

Your expression turns from concerned to pity. He more then once expressed how he blames himself for what happened with his mother. Because he wasn't strong enough to protect her then.

"He went to military too." You remind him, placing your hands on the table.

"...I know..."

"You wanted to be different."

"I am not like him. He," sigh, "I want to protect those I love. He did too,... he wanted us to stay together but... in the wrong way." Even at an young age, he comprehends things most adults can't. His father did what he did. His motives were pure, but the very rest was what made him bad. Horrible. There is right word to call him.

He is a fucker that deserved to die for what he had done.

"What if you die?" You ask, looking at him with those worried eyes and he bit his chapped lip, letting go of his fork as he leans back into his chair.

"I won't."

That is by far not good enough reassurance to send him off to the military.

"I'm sorry, I can't... I cant allow y-"

"I want to protect you."

"I know bu-"

"My Mama died because of me."

"No"

"Yes."

"███—"

"Doch!" He rasps out, standing up from the chair with more vigor then intented. The chair falls back and you flinch at the sudden noise.

"Oh mein Gott." It dawned on him the same second, how he raised his voice, how you flinched away, how much it brought him right back to his past, this time not as an innocent boy watching his father scream at his mother, but now he saw his father in himself, screaming at his wife.

His eyes immediately flickered and his lungs felt empty.

"Oh mein Gott, Scheiße—" he dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hand and clutching it.

"You—"

"I'm sorry— I'm so sorry— I shouldn't have raised my tone, please I'm sorry. I'm like him— I'm so sorry. I—"

It broke your heart to read through the document, while the young man sit next to you, perched and looking over your shoulder to ensure you sign it.

It's the parental consent form for joining the military. He's 17, only months away from 18, yet he decided that he wants to join the military right now at this moment. Or well, in a month, when he's expected to appear for the bootcamp or something.

"Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure."

You run your tongue over your teeth before looking at the last line. "Guardian signature".

Click and with a flick of your wrist, the ink embeds itself into the newly printed paper, signing off your consent to let him join the military.

You've never seen him so... smiley and happy, absolutely delighted to have joined a force where he will kill people for money.

And there you saw, that rare smile, one that reminds you of his late mothers.

The tender, happy smile.

"For my country, and for you. Especially for you." He said at the porch of your little house, hugging you close to him before he left for bootcamp, to partake in basic training.

[nullystic]

i got a sketchbook for christmas

i actually got two

[dronebiscuitbat]

@elizabeths-dumbassery It's funny that you should use those exact words...