#i'm counting it

[lumineary-arts]

Wow, two posts! But yeah, watched The Amazing Digital Circus twice the other day. I wasn't sure how much I'd like it, I was certainly optimistic about it. Lo and behold, they knocked it out of the park and it now has me in a CHOKEHOLD. I love the whole cast honestly, but the ones on my brain right now are Ragatha, Jax and Pomni.

And I like the duality of Ragatha's caring nature and Jax's douchebag antics.

[authormars]

Lucifer being called Diavolo's lapdog in canon is so hilarious to me, because according to me, it's the complete opposite. Sure, Lucifer agrees with everything Diavolo does in public, but in private? Diavolo absolutely worships him.

Diavolo would go to war with the three realms if it meant Lucifer would be happy. He would happily burn the world for him. He would stand by and watch people suffer for his angel.

Diavolo may be nice, but at the end of the day, he's a demon that regularly indulges in sin. He would sooner watch the world crumble than betray his queen.

[violetdisasterzone]

friendly psa for those who haven't read any of the Chinese version of svsss and/or don't know anything about Chinese: the characters for "luo" in Qiu Jianluo's name and Luo Binghe's name are not the same! Here's a brief explanation of each:

Qiū Jiǎnluó is 秋剪罗：

秋/qiū means 'autumn' (same character as in 沈清秋/Shěn Qīngqiū)

剪/jiǎn is a 形声字, a phono-semantic (or sound-meaning) compound, which means one part indicates the sound and the other part gives its meaning. here, 前/qián on top relates to the pronunciation, and 刀/dāo, 'knife,' on the bottom gives its meaning, which is 'to cut.' it can be found most commonly in compounds like 剪刀 for 'scissors'

罗/luó is a super old character that originally related to catching birds in a net, its meaning has broadened quite a bit and is also present in a lot of 成语/idioms. note that this is pronounced with a rising tone!

Luò Bīnghé is 洛冰河：

洛/luò is part of the name of several irl rivers in China, and is the name of the river in svsss where Binghe was found as a baby. note that this is pronounced with a falling tone!

冰河/bīnghé is a compound word meaning glacier, with 冰 for ice and 河 for river

罗 vs 洛: as you can see, these characters have unique appearances and meanings. In the English translations, it's easy to think they're the same word since we don't have tones, but in Chinese, tone is a major distinguishing factor, so these are not pronounced the same. these characters are both common and would not be confused with each other.

I'm not trying to tell anyone what headcanons they can or can't have, but I do think it's important to remember that for those of us reading media like this in translation, and especially for those of us who are not Chinese, we aren't the target audience, and that means we're going to miss out on some stuff sometimes.

anyway this was more info than anyone wanted or needed, but if you didn't know this before I hope you learned something! and as always, disclaimer: I am not by any means an expert in Chinese names, nor am I fluent in the language! if you are either of these and I have said something incorrect, please feel free to correct me

[ineffablyruined]

Good Omens + Bad Literary Jokes

[faceless-ghostt]

Pink Robin Au goes kinda wild ngl (this totally isn’t me trying to to get more people to ask me about my AU whaaaaa never)

Click for better quality slight ramble about my AU under the cut (which you should totally sick around for)

So like I know no one is asking but I kinda wanna ramble about my Pink Robin AU so i’m going to do it anyways, you clicked on the cut, you knew what you were in for.

So basically the Pink Robin AU is a what if scenario of what if Tim was slightly more openly Chaotic. He isn't an official Robin and isn't a part of the Batfamily but he is certainly petty enough to steal the Robin title and put just enough of a spin on it that he can bullshit his way out of anyone pointing that out.

He's still very much a part of YJ, actually most of this AU focuses on YJ but at first the rest of the Team is hiding him from all the adults(minus red Tornado). That is until all of YJ is kidnapped and put in danger and Nightwing refuses to help Tim(he has his reasons I swear), who is at the time a virtual hero like Oracle going by the name Cardinal. Tim ends up saving his friends on his own and out of a petty feud he creates Pink Robin, a persona that goes against all of the Batfamily's teachings. Being loud and dressed in neons you wouldn't suspect him to be stealthy(all those years following Batman with a big ass camera paid off ig), he has a vibrant presence and goes as far as to become a social figure.

He never intended for it to go so far he actually got attached to the persona, or to helping people in person instead of as the man in the chair, but by god did he get attached. and this Pink Robin was an official member of Young Justice and he wasn't going anywhere!

The drawing I have is how the attack on Titan's Tower ends in the Pink Robin AU, Tim basically snags one of Jason's guns and turns it right back on him. He has no intention to shoot but he can make a good bluff. Eventually Jason just leaves, he has slowly been unarmed through the fight and he only realized it after he was being held at gunpoint. no matter how angry or irrational he is he can acknowledge the fact he can't win this fight... yet

I get so carried away with talking about him but I love him so much ToT

anywaysssss that's my Pinkey Ramble out of the way! He's my boy and I think more people should embrace cringe AUs where you put your favorite character in your Favorite color and work backwards from that.

Obligatory if you like my Art or this AU you should join the YJ98 server I have pinned, I post and talk more there and you get a bunch of new friends who are eager to talk about YJ and AUs

[cdragons]

Revenant

Summary: Kol Mikaelson's soul manages to leave and travel while he still remains daggered in his coffin. While he wanders around and bitches about his life, he meets an unexpected friend. Warning(s): VERY HEAVY crack fic, technical crossover of fandoms, weird shit, Kol is a horny-ass gremlin, Druig & Kaety are obsessed with each other, Kol has a thing for witches bc he got mommy issues, Klaus is a bitch

Note: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! This fic came from an idea that I shared with @ethereal-athalia, and it is VERY much a crack fic. I don't have any plans in continuing this idea, but I wanted to write it out as a Christmas gift to @ethereal-athalia for how much of a good friend she's been to me. I never would have been able to do any of my fics without her in my corner. I own only my Hecate!OC. I do not own either Druig from Eternals, or Kol from TVD franchise. Also, Druig still very much exists in this fic and world bc I physically CANNOT write Kaety without Druig. Stay safe and hope that your upcoming year brings you all good health and happiness!

Kol hated being dead. Truly dead. Dead in a way that he couldn’t move or speak or live.

At least when he turned as a gift Mother Dearest he could still walk, even if he couldn’t use the arcane anymore. But of course, he would still always find his way back to witches and their magic. He couldn’t help it if he exuded that charm that made him so irresistible.

Gods, just remembering how pathetically sex-deprived his physical form was currently almost made him weep. He couldn’t wait until the moment he got that fucking silver dagger out of his chest. Nik was going to get it when he finally got out.

Sure, he may have crossed a line when he stated that Nik had a pair of buttocks flatter than a sheet of paper. But was he the one that gave his brother such lacking assets? No. That fault lied entirely with their mother and his biological father, thank you very much.

But alas, here his soul was, walking in a forest in the middle of some mosquito-flooded country.

At the very least, his gorgeous body was safe from the onslaught of bug bites and sweltering humidity. Only in the fucking Amazon did winter feel like summer.

Kol audibly groaned once more at the thought of his immaculate figure rotting away thanks to Nik. He couldn’t bear to think about how his illustrious fair skin being that dull grayish hue from being confined by death. At least when Bekah got daggered, Nik had the decency to make sure that her body remained stored in proper conditions and carefully encased in magic to prevent any harm coming to her. He had no guarantee. No, such love and devotion only went to ‘Lijah and Bekah when it came to Nik.

Story of his life: always an outsider, even with his own fucking siblings. Gods, he wanted nothing more than have his powers return to him. At least with magic by his side he’d finally be able to show Nik he wasn’t the only one with threats, he’d show him, he’d –

“Well, well, well,” came a new voice, “aren’t you a strange sight?”

Kol immediately turned his head to locate the mindless idiot that dared to interrupt his thoughts. Did humans devolve so pathetically that they no longer understood that when they see a soul wandering alone, that soul would likely be uninterested in any attempts of conversation? But looking at the individual who spoke to him, he was shocked beyond himself to witness such a devastatingly gorgeous woman before him. She had dark almond-shaped eyes and tall with legs that went on for miles. And her thick and illustrious raven waves practically flowed down the middle of her back like a black waterfall.

Dare he say it, this woman was almost as beautiful than him.  

But regardless of how pleasing her outward appearance may be, she still would not be spared from his fury.

Pity, he would have loved to wrap those legs around his waist if he were actually here.

The corners of the woman’s lips went upward, and the cupid’s bow of her mouth was slightly pursed as she smirked, making her lips look plumper and more bitable than how they had right to be in the Original’s opinion. It was only a few seconds before the succubus burst out laughing. Her entire body arched with her back as she simply couldn’t contain herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said once he began to calm down, “but I’m afraid that I happen to be very happily married. In fact, I have been for the past near seven thousand years.” After making a quick glance up and down Kol’s near transparent form, she continued with a cat-like grin. “And I highly doubt someone as woefully young as you could satisfy a woman like me.”

Oh, now he was offended. Not being able to satisfy– did this woman have any idea who she was talking to? The list of names of men and women that swore they only believed in Heaven when Kol fucked them was so long that it would wrap the Earth twice. And she better believe than each time was more than consensual – they were begging him very enthusiastically to say the least. Who was this lady to assume –

Wait, did she say seven thousand years?

As if she could hear his thoughts, all the woman did was smiled before extending her hand.

“I think I’d like it very much if you and I became friends.”

Extending his own, Kol was surprised to see that his hand didn’t just pass through like it normally would for most physical objects. He could actually grasp her hand and feel the warmth passing through it. For the first time in…forever, Kol felt warmth flooding through him. He stared into her eyes, wondering how on Earth someone could live for seven thousand years. Even if she had the gift of mediumship, his presence was too well-hidden for even the most gifted and powerful medium to sense him.

Kol had to know more of her. He’d go mad if he didn’t.

“What are you exactly?” he carefully asked.

He could sense that this person was a being of extreme power. In the top of her finger, she likely contained far more power than Nik could possibly imagine, even in his wildest dreams. It seemed that being an invisible soul floating in the wind had its perks after all. If he was alive, walking and about, he’d never come across this marvel of a woman.

“I’d prefer if you began that question with ‘who’ than ‘what,’ but I suppose that matters little in this situation. My name is Kaetlyn, I prefer Kaet for my friends, but you may know me better as-”

“Hekate,” he whispered in awe, “Goddess of Magic. Titaness Mother of Witches and Monsters.”

“Surprised in a good way I hope?” Kaet asked with one brow raised.

“More or less, but I did imagine you about 30 feet taller with the night sky for skin and two more heads.”

“Well,” she softly chuckled, “I hope I didn’t disappoint you with my appearance. Now I’ll forgive you just this once for interrupting me. But only if you allow me to take you to my home.”

“Oh?” Kol asked, a salacious grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting.

“Save it Kol Mikaelson-” ordered the ancient goddess as she raised her hand to her face as she pointed at him in warning- “I am taking you to the village that I run with my husband. So, I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself because he has a nasty little habit of being showing exactly how off-limits I am to youngsters such as yourself.”

“I never told you my-”

“You were once a witch, and I am the mother of magic. All witches and their magic came from me, including you.”

It really was so unfair how good she looked while talking over him. Oh well, he might as well play along. Finally, something interesting was happening in his life.

“So, who is this husband of yours, darling? And how can you be so sure that your husband could be a threat to me? You know who I am, what I became. What makes you so sure that once I enter your village, I won’t use my ghostly ways to end him.”

When Kol finished, he immediately felt a shift in the air. It was as if the sun had disappeared and the jungle went silent. It seemed that the animals that served as their audience went dead silent as if they were in anticipation for his end. The kind and amiable mirth of the chthonic witch shifted to dangerous and cold.

Kol had lived for over 700 years and after everything he done and witnessed, he had never felt such chill run down his spine.

“Listen well,” she began – her tone laced with the power and authority that came from someone of her position, “I won’t try to humor you with answering that ridiculous question, nor do I intend to let you presume that my kindness can be mistaken for naivety. My husband is one with abilities as ancient and powerful as mine. If you truly knew what he was capable of, you’d be far more terrified of him than you ever were of your father. That being said, if you ever try to threaten my husband or even think about go so far to joke about it again, I promise you that I can produce torture and incite fear that would make the devil weep in pity for you.”

Oh fuck, even as a ghost, Kol should not have been as aroused by her threats as he was in that moment.

But soon the tension dissipated and warmth from the sun returned to pass through him once more.

“Now that we have that matter cleared up, we really should get going. The sun’s about to set and you never know what or who would be lurking at night.”

With that being the final word, The Good Lady of the Night and Shadows turned around and made her way back to where he presumed to be the location of her home village. And what else could he do but follow her by how the slight sway of her hips seemed to beckon him.

Threats and chills mixed a beautiful witch with magic more ancient than time itself, Kol couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive.

Authors' Note: And when Kol enters the village, he tries to flirt with Kaet in front of Druig like a dumbass, and his soul gets a major ass-whooping.

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @valeskafics, @klauslove, @carolineforbae, @misssophiachase

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[stormsbreadth]

I think that eating fancy cheese and watching xena warrior princess with my wife is actually the best possible way to spend my first day lesbian married

[lauriemarch]

i feel stupid with age– my tongue has become a numb, angry thing that can only swear with the rage of a teenaged girl (fuck you, you motherfucker, you're the lousiest bitch in this joint, he's an asshole and a fucking idiot, what the fuck, amirite?!) and my fingers type with the same ease and expertise of a newborn. i'm getting older and i'm getting dumber, i'm so sure of it, my brain was everything when i was seventeen and i could set the world on fire if i even had the inkling.

i believed in myself when i was young in a way that i can't fathom at this old-bones age, this spry young thing wrapped up in a spinster's bones, clawing red and bloodied at the flesh that is pockmarked with mosquito bites and acne scars that won't give the hell up. and my mom has always told me that swearing makes me seem less intellectual so i leave it out of my writing but honest to God, i've never felt as brilliant as when i was using words like dipshit and bitch-ass and goddamn and balancing precariously on them, like a newborn baby deer, still trying to figure out how the world really felt about me.

now i'm clumsy and wise. my heart has been broken and i've been to the hairdresser all on my own and i pay a rent that's too high for a city that hates me a little too much. i have an EBT card. i think about becoming an influencer, because that's probably a hell of a lot easier than getting a graduate degree. i don't write anymore, i have a google doc full of first sentences to stories i'll never hear the end of (my play about Goneril, the scorned eldest daughter of King Lear. fanfiction for a litany of tv shows i enjoy. a sad stringing together of flash fiction i write about my own life when my tears can only compress themselves into a mess of the english language.) and i begin drafts of tumblr rantings that i can never screw the cap all the way on.

i wrote something about six months ago that gets pretty regular traction, and the novelty has worn off. people call me soft and bitchy in the comments for writing about something that still sends dull aches through me when i give it the time of day. i'm getting dumber as i get older, sacrificing all of the energy i gripped like hot, wet heat, for the definitive understanding of a world who doesn't want to give anything in return.

[electrozeistyking]

In regards to that reblog on that one SolverUzi au comic, hey, i think what happens to Tessa in 7 makes SolverUzi even more of an AU (i hope you get what i mean)

Even more so in terms to Never Be Alone, have you read that one? I was drastically wrong there.

But it's an AU. Everything's fine and nothing happened, everyone is okay (if we exclude N and how he's doing emotionally). Nothing is wrong, it's all perfectly okay.

[kaurwreck]

Hal Jordan and John Constantine huh... you like your man pathetic i see. I respect that. What are your favorite issues of them?

I specifically love men who have severe problems with authority and who are so pathetic, so sensitive, and so mentally ill that they break everything they touch; mostly their interpersonal relationships, but also, often, systemically unjust frameworks.

I genuinely think that they're the comic book retort to Thomas Hobbes's argument regarding the nature of humanity in Leviathan. Hobbes posits that war, violence, and chaos come more naturally to humans than political order, so the most prudent and moral choice is for the many to sacrifice liberty for safety by submitting their governance to a sovereign with absolute rights, who is party neither to the social contract nor the sovereign's own laws. Even a tyrannical sovereign, according to Hobbes, is preferable to the chaos Hobbes envisions as the alternative to absolutism for preserving collective well-being and security.

I think Sinestro and the Guardians of the Universe certainly agreed, so long as they were sovereigns, and Hal's inability to not fuck up and destroy literally every source of structure he attempts to engage with also precludes him from abiding by their authoritarianism. He destroys the would-be sovereign entities over and over again, mostly because of the facets of his personality that make him very, very human.

John Constantine is an anti-Tory punk, but the more interesting systems of sovereign governance he interferes with by being selfish, clever, and painfully human are most frequently cults, heaven, and hell; so I think he and Hal are the similar flavors of man for me. That is to say, men who bombastically defy Hobbes's theory of the nature of humanity for the same reasons they can't maintain stable careers or date women who aren't involved in sacrificial cults. And who almost certainly use 4-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash/facial wash.

My favorite John Constantine issue is John Constantine: Hellblazer #5 (May 1988), which is within my favorite run of any John Constantine series. My favorite Hal Jordan issue might be Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn #1 (December 1989), which challenged me, but very much shaped my understanding of Hal Jordan. My favorite run is, as is everyone's, Geoff Johns's early 2000s series; and I love and cherish Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave & the Bold (2000) and Green Lantern/Green Arrow: Hard Travelin' Heroes (1970).

[tag-if]

Oooh! What are the dog breeds? I'm imagining my MC giving the dogs a lot of pets, it's like you cannot put the dogs and the MC in a room together.

they'll love it! they may be guards dogs (sometimes) but they love being spoiled when they're in a more relaxed setting

i imagine them looking like scottish deerhound(s), but having the vibes of a rottweiler :)

[lizziestudieshistory]

This is not the most original observation, I've definitely read about it somewhere, but reading Donne's The Flea with the standard early modern long s truly...errr...highlights the intention behind the poem. For the enlightenment of those who are unfamiliar with Donne or struggle with early modern text, line three reads "It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee"

Early modern typefaces can be a problem, particularly when scanned poorly. However, in this one instance, I think we should only ever print the poem with a long s just to preserve this experience.

[the-disemvoweler]

do you love the colour of the sky?

I love th clr f th sky

[picturesofashe]

Misadventuring Mishaps - ARR Edition

[blvcklizard]

Warnings: Blood, (major) injury, vague season 5/chapter 93 spoilers!

Suegiku week day 5: Sword

AU where the fight with Kenji didn't happen, and things proceed a little differently.

I toned down on the angst with the injuries prompt a bit too much, so... I guess I'm making up for it now.

[fluffypotatey]

[BBC Merlin writers room]

Writer: Ready?

Intern, holding a pen over blank notepad: Ready.

Writer: Okay. Keep up with me now. So the episode is "The Lady of the Lake." She's gonna be Merlin's girlfriend just like the myths.

Intern, taking notes: Nice, nice. What version of her name are we using since Nimueh and Vivienne are taken?

W: Freya. We're gonna call her Freya, after the Norse goddess of love and beauty and magic and war. Her name means "The Lady" and she rides in a chariot pulled by cats. Cool, right?

I: Uh, yeah, cool, cool, nice parallel to Merlin with the goddess thing, I like it-

W: And we're gonna curse her. Weird-ass pointless curse that turns her into this giant winged panther every night and kills people for no fucking reason at all. And we're gonna name the thing she turns into after an Egyptian cat goddess of medicine and fertility and healing, because that makes total sense, right?

I: Wh- Um-

W: And then we're gonna kill her.

I: wat

W: Yeah, Arthur's gonna stab her, and she's going to die in Merlin's arms, and he's going to send her body out into the magic lake, get it? And we're never gonna mention her again except this one 30-second scene where she gets to FaceTime Merlin through a puddle, and like, these two times when her arm comes out of the Lake to take Excalibur. But that's it. Got all that down?

I: But-

W: Good! Cut, print, check the gate, moving on.

I: ............whatthefuckjusthappened?

yeah uh, bbc writers, do you accept some tweaks i have to this episode's plot? i'll hand all of it to the intern and see how they like it if that will lead to your approval!