#i went on a tangent tbh

[melmedardasworld]

The chamber throbbed with dark energy, its stone walls seemingly alive with centuries of accumulated magic. At its center stood Bonnie, shrouded in a thick, ruthless aura of power. Her emerald eyes, now swirling with inky darkness, locked onto Klaus with predatory intent.

Klaus, the Original Hybrid, renowned for his strength and cunning, was caught within an intricate boundary spell that sapped his immense power. Yet, even restrained, his posture remained defiant. His usually cold blue eyes glittered with a mix of surprise and growing intrigue.

"Well, well," Klaus drawled, his accented voice laced with amusement despite his predicament. "The little Bennett witch has finally embraced her true potential. I always knew you had it in you."

Bonnie’s lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth. "I don't care what you think."

The magical bonds tightened, forcing a sharp inhale from Klaus. A thrill shot through Bonnie at seeing the unflappable Original show discomfort.

"Is that so?" Klaus hissed, quickly regaining his composure. "Yet here you are, clawing power from the depths of hell to stop me. I've lived a thousand years, Bonnie. I know power when I see it. And you, my dear, are radiant with it."

Bonnie circled him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "Flattery won’t save you. I’m not the girl you can push around anymore."

"No," Klaus agreed, his eyes tracking her every move. "You’re so much more. The question is, are you ready to embrace it?"

Bonnie paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. Sensing this, Klaus leaned forward, only to be instantly restrained by the magic tightening around him. Undeterred, he continued, his voice a seductive murmur. "It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? The power coursing through you, almost too much to control."

Bonnie ignored the dark truth in his words, raising her hand. Klaus was suddenly plunged into a sensory storm, Bonnie’s psychic abilities assaulting his mind with chaotic images and sounds.

Klaus gritted his teeth, fighting against the onslaught. "Is this supposed to frighten me, love? I’ve endured torments you couldn’t begin to imagine."

Bonnie pushed deeper, pulling fragments of his darkest memories – his abusive father, his mother’s rejection, centuries of pain and loneliness hidden behind cruelty. But with it came her own memories – the loss, the sacrifices, the pain of always being the one left behind.

For a moment, Bonnie faltered, overwhelmed by the intensity of Klaus’s emotions. Klaus seized the moment, locking eyes with her. "We’re not so different, you and I," he said softly, his arrogance replaced by a rare vulnerability. "Both rejected by those who claimed to love us, both underestimated."

Bonnie’s hand cupped his face. "I’m nothing like you."

"Aren’t you?" Klaus challenged. "You’re here to prove something. The only difference is, I’ve accepted my nature. Have you?"

Bonnie’s breath caught. She stood on the precipice, feeling the pull of the darkness she had unleashed. It would be so easy to give in.

Klaus watched the conflict play out on her face. Despite his bonds, he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. "You don’t have to fear what’s inside you. Embrace it. I can show you how."

The air between them thickened with tension. The darkness in Bonnie’s eyes began to recede, and the magical bonds around Klaus loosened, though they didn’t disappear entirely.

"You think you’ve won me over so easily?" Bonnie’s voice was a dangerous whisper as she traced the air near his skin, her magic creating phantom sensations that made him shiver.

Klaus’s eyes darkened with desire. "I wouldn’t presume, love. But I do think we can come to an… understanding."

Bonnie’s smile was slow and thoughtful. "An understanding," she repeated, the words laced with challenge. "Or is that what you call begging?"

Without warning, Bonnie drove her psychic powers into Klaus’s mind. He growled, unprepared for the intensity. She projected a symphony of sensations – ghostly fingers through his hair, phantom lips on his neck, the imagined heat of skin against skin.

Klaus’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping him. "Bonnie," he breathed, a mix of warning and plea.

Bonnie leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I thought you wanted me to accept my nature."

They moved together in a psychic dance, unbound by physical constraints. In their minds, they were in a moonlit forest, then a storm-tossed ship, then a sumptuous bedroom from centuries past. Their bodies remained still, but their minds were entwined, exploring a connection beyond the physical.

Klaus, overwhelmed by the intensity, managed a rough whisper. "You’re full of surprises."

Bonnie’s hand rested on his chest, feeling his quickened breath. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

Their psychic connection deepened, the air crackling with energy. Artifacts rattled on the chamber walls, responding to the surge of power. It called deep within Bonnie called to her, seductive and dangerous. A part of her warned of the risk.

Klaus, sensing her conflict, pushed back with his own mind. "Don’t fight it, love. We’re equals. We’ve found our match."

Bonnie’s resolve wavered. The magical bonds flickered, her concentration slipping. But instead of letting Klaus go, she drew him closer to their mental space.

As their psychic encounter reached its peak, the chamber around them twisted in a display of dark and light. Bonnie and Klaus, witch and hybrid, remained still, their bodies barely touching but more intimately connected than ever before.

When they returned to reality, the air still crackled with residual energy. Bonnie, breathless, studied Klaus warily. She could sense the subtle shift in his demeanor, the glint of satisfaction and calculation in his eyes.

"Don’t think this changes anything," she said quietly. "You’re still my prisoner."

Klaus’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Of course, love."

Bonnie heard the fragments of Klaus’s thoughts – desire, strategy, and something else that sent a thrill of excitement through her. "I can hear you plotting, Klaus" she murmured, circling him. Her fingers trailed along his arm, making him shiver. "Your mind is an open book to me now."

Klaus chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Then you know, darling, that my thoughts are full of nothing but you."

Bonnie’s eyes narrowed, though a flush crept up her neck. "You’re trying to manipulate me."

"Perhaps," Klaus admitted, his gaze intense.

In response, Bonnie pushed into his mind again, flooding them both with the sensations of their encounter. Klaus gasped, his body straining against the bonds.

"Don't underestimate me, Klaus" Bonnie whispered, her lips close to his ear. "Or else, I'll really make you work for it."

Klaus turned his head, their faces inches apart. He challenged. "I’m in your mind too, Bonnie. I know what you're craving.

Me.

Bonnie’s resolve wavered. That thing inside of her yearned for more. She imagined what it would be like to truly touch Klaus, to feel his hands on her skin.

Klaus, sensing her conflict, pressed his advantage. In their shared mental space, he painted vivid pictures of what could be – passionate encounters, exploration of power and pleasure, a partnership that could reshape the world.

"We could be magnificent together, Bonnie," Klaus murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "Why deny ourselves?"

Bonnie’s breath hitched. Her hand rested on Klaus’s chest, feeling the unnecessary rise and fall of his breathing. The magical restraints flickered, weakening as her concentration faltered.

Klaus noticed, hope and triumph flaring in his eyes, but he kept his thoughts focused on Bonnie, on his desire for her. He knew that one wrong move could shatter this delicate moment.

"Let me show you," Klaus whispered, his gaze locked with Bonnie’s. "Not just in our minds, but in reality. Let me worship you the way you deserve."

Bonnie stood on the edge of a decision. The rational part of her knew this was dangerous, that Klaus couldn’t be trusted. But the darker part, the part that had tasted power and found it addictive, yearned to take this further.

Her fingers traced Klaus’s jaw, a touch both a caress and a threat. "If I release you," she said slowly, "what guarantee do I have that you won’t betray me?"

Klaus leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "You’ll be in my mind. You’ll know my every thought, my every intention. I couldn’t hide from you if I wanted to."

It was a risk, but the promise of what awaited if she took it was too tantalizing to resist.

“No,” Bonnie whispered in his ear.

Klaus glared at Bonnie, his patience wearing thin as he struggled against the magical bonds holding him in place. But no matter how hard he fought, they refused to break. His fury simmered beneath the surface, but he knew better than to let it show.

Not yet.

Bonnie stood, her expression composed, as if she wasn’t holding the most powerful beings in the world prisoner. The corner of her mouth quirked up slightly as she met his gaze, her eyes unblinking.

“You’re wasting your time and energy,” Klaus growled, his voice low and dangerous. “These bonds won’t hold me forever.”

“They don’t have to,” Bonnie replied, her tone light, almost casual. “Just long enough for you to realize something.”

“And what might that be?” Klaus’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in his tone.

“That you’re not the one in control here.” Bonnie’s eyes flashed with a steely resolve as she stepped closer, her presence commanding his attention. “I am.”

Klaus let out a low, derisive laugh. “You think binding me like this makes you powerful?”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his threats. “And yet, here you are. Still trapped. In bondage.”

Klaus bared his teeth in a snarl, the frustration boiling over. “You’ve overplayed your hand, witch. Let me go, and I might just be merciful.”

Bonnie’s lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile. "Not yet." She leaned in, her face inches from his.

For a moment, Klaus thought she might kiss him, that she was finally giving in. But instead, she murmured a few words under her breath, and the bonds tightened around him, becoming even more unyielding.

Klaus’s eyes flared with anger as he felt the restraints dig into his skin, stronger than ever. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.

Bonnie’s smile widened, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. “Just making sure you understand the stakes, Klaus. You see, you’ll need to do a lot better than this if you want to be free.”

Klaus's jaw clenched, the realization dawning on him. “You want me to beg? To grovel?”

"No," Bonnie said softly, her tone almost affectionate. "I want you to seduce me."

The words hung in the air between them, thick with tension. Klaus’s eyes darkened as he processed what she was asking of him. “You think you can play this game with me?”

“I know I can." Bonnie’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “And if you don’t step up, we'll keep doing redos."

Klaus’s nostrils flared as he stared at her, his anger mixing with a grudging respect. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into."

"Then show me," Bonnie challenged, her voice firm. "Make me want to let you go, Klaus. Because you know that if you fail to convince me, you’ll stay here."

The threat was clear, and what Klaus thought started as a ridiculous joke made it slowly dawn on him that Bonnie was serious. The predator in him raged at the thought of being trapped, of being outmaneuvered by a mere witch. But the man separated from the emotion in him—the strategist—knew that this was a battle of wills, one that he had to win.

Klaus’s frustration bubbled over, his temper barely held in check. "And if I don’t?" Klaus challenged his voice with a low growl.

"Then I’ll bind my death to this spell,” Bonnie said calmly. "You’ll be stuck here, Klaus. Bound by magic, even after I’m gone. Forever."

Klaus’s eyes narrowed, the weight of her words sinking in. She wasn’t bluffing. Bonnie was playing for keeps, and if he wanted to break free, he’d have to give her what she wanted.

"Is that what you want, Bonnie?" Klaus asked, his voice smooth, seductive, as he tried a different approach. “To keep me here, all to yourself? Forever?”

Bonnie’s expression didn’t waver, but she remained quiet.

Klaus’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Very well. I will accept this challenge and you will never forget it."

Bonnie stepped back, giving him a bit of space, though the bonds remained as tight as ever. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

The room seemed to close in around them, but Klaus knew that this was no longer just about breaking free—it was about proving himself, about showing Bonnie that he was more than just a beast to be tamed. If he wanted to win, he’d have to use every ounce of his cunning, charm, and power to break free of this bondage.

[tadpolebrains]

Thinking about Halsin wearing flower crowns. Or getting flowers braided into his hair. Just- big bear man with flowers in his hair. Making flower crowns for the children in the grove and finding it a nice reprieve from his duties as archdruid. The children want to return the favor, or learn how to make them, so he has a little circle of the grove’s kiddos sitting in the grass and goes through teaching them all how to make these delicate little flower crowns.

He ends up with a whole assortment of them. Alternates based on the day until he’s worn them all. Will keep them on as a bear if possible.

When the party is in the shadow-cursed lands, he starts getting a bit on-edge and finds some random flowers in his bag. Makes a crown to have something to do with his hands that isn’t whittling, since he isn’t sure how trustworthy his hands are to stay steady right then. Doesn’t really know what to do with it afterwards, so he keeps it in his bag.

They find Thaniel. Halsin puts the flower crown onto him, sitting by him as he recovers.

That’s where he learned to make them, after all.

[epic-sorcerer]

Transcript of a conversation I just had with my freind:

Me: Merlin x Arthur x gwen is pretty popular, and like conceptually I guess it makes sense why but I just can’t get into it. Like I feel like it would be so clear Arthur isn’t pulling his weight. Imagine being Merlin and having both Arthur and gwen together and like…having them side by side. they couldn’t compare. I feel like it would immediately dispand

Friend: yeah, like what does gwen even see in him?

Me: yeah like at least Merlin and Arthur make some sense bc of destiny and stuff. Merlin is extremely obsessed. Alos like they would totally be trapped in the same special ed room together. Forced to do group projects. God what did we even do in special ed I can’t even remember….idk talk about Feeling Words?

Friend: yeah lol just talking about how they’re feeling. What would giaus be, like the councilor?

Me: idk i mean I guess he’d be the school nurse?

Freind: idk I kind of see giaus as a councilor

Me: I mean to be fair if you were a medival docter you did everything. Like you were a psychologist, psychiatrist, surgeon, gynocologist, pediatrician, etc. like you did everything. That’s why it’s just giaus doing that job like it takes a lot.

Friend: that’s not overwhelming at all!

Me: haha yeah…idk what would gwen be? Idk I feel like she has strong kindergarten teacher/social worker vibes- wait. That’s why they got together Arthur needs a social worker lmao

[svtskneecaps]

oh also also, baghera getting increasingly french at the end of the timer was so fucking funny and i love her so much, like when her and phil fought and phil killed her and her accent thickened until she abandoned words and made french noises CHEF'S KISS reminds me of when she played outlast w cellbit slime and jaiden and got progressively more french as the night wore on, genuinely had a blast hearing her progressively dropping more and more swears in french

also reminds me of something i THINK i remember, think it was her who said during brazil she kept accidentally speaking french to people because of how close she felt to them

[margo-mania]

its so hard for me not to be a hater of CATS PAC NYC. its nothing to do with the actual production and everything to do with the fact i cant find anything talking about it that isnt shitting on the og and fans of the og musical to somehow prove that its good/better.

like dont tell me how "its better than the og bc its not in stinky weird cat costumes" tell me how much you like the dance or the set or particular actors or changes to the songs please!! i want to like it i really do but i just cant i'm sorry😭😭😭

not tagging cats or cats pac nyc i wanna keep the negativity out of that tag bc it deserves a chance to thrive it really does

[prismatic-starstuff]

Some folks only want to romance the Emperor in the Dream Visitor guise, and that's fair enough

Me? I want the full experience. Never mind the glamour; I want the squishy, slimy, fish-vanilla scented truth of it all. 'Oh bUt hE DoEsN't HaVe GeNiTaLs' yeah true— but I see tentacles that are plenty within stroking distance, no? Gimme the claws, gimme the morality so far beyond my own, gimme that sense of superiority over me even in the tenderness and companionship. C'mere and flay my mind babey.💃

[musicalsiphonophore]

my workload this year is absolutely absurd (1.5x as much hw time as class time in maths, and since it’s double maths i have 8hrs of lessons weekly so that is A Lot, and probs as much hw time as class time in french and bio, but then i put extra time into bio myself). so i would expect to be deeply unhappy about this. but i’m not and i’m actually quite enjoying it. which is odd.

i guess it makes sense though. it has always been that in my spare time, i work on my hyperfixationy stuff, making notes on random crap or working on flute; i have never done nonworking free time stuff like watching tv (except going on tumblr ofc). and now a good half-odd of my school work is hyperfixation stuff. so i am, strangely enough, thriving under these conditions

[crystallizsch]

Perhaps 5 and 17 from the ask game? ^^

ask game!

5. What piece of art are you still proud of to this day?

agghrjrk i had to dig through all my art for this because nothing came to mind until i remembered;;

my ✨ quarantine art ✨

let me introduce my oldest ocs ever (redesigned)

they’re my precious babies,,, they’ve been with me since i was in middle school

anyways i found this again and honestly i still like it??? its simple but somehow it still works

i do Not Know what i was on a few years ago but i have a lot of art that just looks. “better” because they’re more rendered. i was the type who could not draw anything else until i finish the one that i started first

(now i have the opposite problem LMAO. many unfinished works but at least i’m okay with doing art now without it being fully rendered)

17. Your personal favorite works of art (not made by you) are...?

all of yall’s gifts ‼️‼️‼️‼️🫵🫵🫵 i’ll put them all here if i could 😤😤‼️‼️

but other than that, i don’t have a specific favorites in mind tbh 😭 i just like what i like ;;;

(okay maybe some art from jamil/scarabia artists but shhh)

[immortalsins]

im so so tired jsjdhbj an engineering employers panel just scared me half to death with their startups and innovation and investment and passion commitment linkedin networking etc etc etc i hate it here

[satorugojoswiife]

in light of the previous anon's ask, are there any confirmed/canon ships in jjk? i just got into the series this year and i've seen a lot of people claiming satosugu is canon, as well as yutamaki.

Kenjaku x yujis dad.

There aren't really many, if any canon ships in jjk now that I think about it??? There seems to be something between hakari and kirara but nothing has ever been officially confirmed.

They are both very popular ships, but neither satosugu or yutamaki are canon. I understand why lots of people ship them though.

I'm not 100% sure but I think a big reason for lots of people saying stsg canon is due to the 'my one and only' line in jjk0, but that is actually exclusive to the viz translation.

The direct jp to eng translation is 僕の親友だ。たった一人のね -> "It was my best friend. The only one I have"

Viz's version, 'my one and only', still technically works but tbh I kind of feel like they worded it like that on purpose, almost borderline queerbaiting, but yeah.

Aside from that the ship does have lots of other things going for it tho! Definitely an important relationship in the series and whether people would like to interpret it romantically or plantonically is up to them. As far as 'canon' goes I'd say it'd be platonic (as of right now with the information we have).

While love is a very prominent theme in the series (the most twisted curse of them all, 'teaching' sukuna about love, ect.) I feel its mostly explored in otherways than romantic. Whether it be familial, platonic, or whatever. jjk is definitely not a romance focused series, so I'm not sure if we ever will see any canon ships explored. I guess mechamaru was heavily implied to have a thing for miwa, but.. . well, we know how that ended 💀

omg so sorry I went off on a tangent there !! I feel like people focus too much on what is and isn't canon. But idk who cares about canon, just ship what you like 💖 I hope everyone enjoys shipping their fave ships and has a good day 👍💖

Also ily satosugu and yutamaki shippers I don't mean for this post to come off as dismissive of your ships I was just trying to be as factual as possible. Ignore me tho and continue loving your ships!!

[artsy-1diot]

THEY REMODELED THE FEEDBACKER??!?!??

[naomiknight-17]

Just had to spend 10 minutes explaining to my husband that the uranium glass I'm buying is not dangerous and is less radioactive than some household electronics I'm not going to fatally irradiate our household i swear

[julesnichols]

Who else did it like Root. Shaw was having an existential crisis after being tortured through 7,000 simulations and pulled a gun out on herself because she would've rather risked that she was killing herself for real than risk turning on Root and killing her, and Root's response was to whip a gun out under her own chin. Her recklessness was so unhinged that Shaw snapped out of it!!! And then she went on a whole fourth wall breaking monologue about how okay maybe EVERYTHING was a simulation but so what!!! And in the end it was just an elaborate setup for an ass joke because a lethal shootout wasn't gonna make her not appreciate how good her girlfriend's butt looked while they were hiding behind a car!!! All this within two episodes and without getting into the other unhinged shit she did!!! One of the Most Characters of all time tbh

[spaghett-onaplate]

hey i have this food tech assessment where i need to make a hypothetical food product, and part of it is creating a survey. the only personal details it asks for is age (target market) and then your feelings about donuts and ice cream and my hypothetical product. survey isnt done yet buuut if anyone is willing to help me out pls reply, send an ask or dm. much appreciated :D

[pynkhues]

Just looked up Edwards and idk, his face looks too KIND for any of those evil Ma men??? But you're right that he does resemble Sam Reid in the jaw so could be our Marquis. Whoever gets cast as Magnus should get tons of makeup to look completely horrifying and unrecognisable.

I don't know why but I think they'll cast an actor in their early 40s for Marius. Looking older but not that much older than AMC Armand (27).

(x)

I actually think that him having a kinder face could potentially work with the Marquis / Lestat's father?

Sam actually talked about it a bit in his interview with Autumn, but they do have a little narrative conundrum to address in that they've aged Lestat up. He's only 21 when he's turned in the books, whereas they've made him 34 in the series and there is the question of where they put those years. As Sam says, there's kind of two options, first is that they have him in Paris for longer, or second is that they have him stuck in the Auvergne with his family for longer, and he thinks the second option makes more sense, and I totally agree.

Lestat is so subjugated and abused by his father and his brothers, but the reason they keep bringing him back every time he tries to leave is because he's the only one who's any good at hunting, and as a result the only one who can keep them afloat. They're aristocrats in title, but they're totally broke and his father as he ages goes completely blind which makes him, in this era, extremely dependent on his children. I think it makes a lot of sense to draw that period out into Lestat's adulthood and to really explore the complexity of the relationship between abuse, responsibility, servitude and perceived shifts in power versus the actual feelings of that. Especially given the context it can offer potentially for Lestat's role in Rue Royale.

It's important too that Lestat hasn't really had a chance to figure out who he is or live for himself yet, because that's not just a vital part of the tragedy of his turning, but also the key catalyst that has Lestat going to the US specifically to create a family for himself. So yeah, I don't know! I think casting someone as the Marquis who has a kind face isn't necessarily a bad thing, because I think it could play really well into the Marquis becoming dependent on Lestat (and Lestat still searching for any sort of acknowledgement from him) as he grows up.

But yes, haha, the description of Magnus in the book is basically body horror between his face being like a white mask set in a jester's grin and his black eyes and only having the two fang teeth, and I'm curious to see how literally they approach that? I wonder if there's a chance they could make him border on a revenant given he stole the dark gift and wasn't actually willingly turned by anyone. It could be an interesting way to explore how different types of turnings create different types of vampires, which is a factor in the books, and obviously something the show's already introduced given 2.01.

I could see them casting someone in their early 40s for Marius, for sure, especially given that's how old he is in the books. I do kiiind of personally see them going a little older though, just because I think they'll want him to look visibly older than both Armand and Lestat. They might get around that though with casting an actor who just has that sort of authoritative presence, or as I've mentioned before, just casting someone tall. Lee Pace has been a fan cast I've been intrigued by and he'd definitely fit the bill with the latter, haha.

[hexados-on-a-string]

mylene is so interesting to me bc like. she just chucks elico out as soon as she gets a mechanical replacement with macubass. and i think she's the only villain so callous about their guardian bakugan???

most villains still care about their bakugan and usually actually share the same goals and are on the same wavelength, birds of a feather and all that. like even characters like kazarina, cruel as she is, still are fond of their guardian bakugan. and theres characters like spectra and barodius who's plans center around their guardian bakugan, and are actively encouraged by those bakugan.

even characters who's guardian bakugan dont necessarily get along with them all the time, like avior and mason's constant bickering, are still friends. meanwhile mylene just. throws elico out. and also takes brontes from volt and throws him out as well. i think whats also interesting, since the show likes to bring up spectra and mylene parallels, is how spectra uses machines to upgrade and evolve helios, while mylene outright replaces elico with a machine.

but it's not like she's shown to be like. completely heartless either. she calls volt her friend even though she threw out brontes beforehand. she stands up for hydron when zenoheld takes his anger out on him. she has some weird friendship with shadow prove.

i think she was the vehicle to show the general vestal opinion on bakugan, since mylene only sees her bakugan as weapons and when she loses she blames the loss on them. (meanwhile i think volt is supposed to show that not all vestals are THAT bad, even if they are part of the king's entourage of fucked up teenage celebrity theatre kids). and i think she's very interesting bc of that. anyways i love mylene.