#lock it in babe!“

[thegirloffans]

It's hilarious to me that Louis thought he was punishing Lestat by choosing Armand over him when really it was LESTAT punishing Louis for choosing Armand over him

[blessyouhawkeye]

all interviewers want to ask chappell roan is how she's dealing with sudden fame and what celebrities have reached out to her instead of REAL questions like has she read gideon the ninth. can she please read gideon the ninth. when will she read gideon the ninth.

[ohmygodshesbi]

chappell roan’s good luck babe, personified

[jonahmagnus]

In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.

There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.

There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.

She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.

But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.

What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.

She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.

Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.

He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.

“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”

A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.

“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”

[chastity-life-style]

[machinemimi]

Mouthwashing Spoilers//

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Thinking about how Anya confides in Curly and tells him about what happened to her after he insisted she could tell her anything and that he would make sure everyone is safe, only to (in her perspective) attempt to kill everyone after talking with her perpetrator.

And despite everything, Anya still takes care of him. Even though it's uncomfortable, even though she hates it, even while dealing with her first trimester because that's her title. Nurse, caretaker,

Woman.

[duchessdivavixen]

Ofc , now get to it cunt!!

[elfieafterdark]

"Kiriona", when she's all smug and comfy in the barracks: "Ummm ackshully, I'm not Gideon, I'm Crown Prince Kirionaahhh, The first lieutenant of the cohort and heir to the Emperorrrrr. >:3"

Gideon, reverting to the truth the instant Crux reminds her of her past: "I HATE YOU! I'M A PRINCESS NOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!? IM BETTER THAN YOU!? LOOK AT EVERYTHING I ACHIEVED! LOOK AT EVERYTHING I AM!! ACKNOWLEDGE IT!!"

And then Crux just doesn't. He still sees her for what he saw her as before. Chattel, her body parts written off for the ninth house.

That's gotta crush her, to her very core. To the extremely fragile shell she's built around what's left of her battered sense of self.

I think Gideon built up this Kiriona shield as a coping mechanism for being abused throughout her entire childhood, only to lose her love and friend via sacrificing herself, only for said friend to reject her flesh and her end.

She's a corpse. She's literally not alive. She's a revenant, zombie shit. As the back of the first book alludes to, Gideon is sick of all this undead nonsense...

And that's exactly what she is now, undead nonsense.

Poor baby needs a reality check, some reassurance, and someone to please stitch up those fucking holes. I can't believe John didn't fix her fucking holes what the hell is wrong with him?

[roots-symphony]

anywayyy I want a whole new series after this that just shows the three years agatha spent in westview from everyone else’s perspective

[nonasbirthday]

Harrow: completely traumatized and freaked out from the last time she siphoned Gideon and basically watched her die; has recently come to the realization that Gideon is far too precious for her to lose; upset that Gideon is pressuring Harrow to siphon her again

Gideon: "omg she hates me i'm such a screwup"

[theriverbeyond]

yeah

[harrowedsoup]

99% of the time I HATE when people have characters pet names because it’s so easy to get out of character with them but Harrowhark would absolutely call Gideon Beloved. She would call her a horrible cuckoo one moment and beloved the next. She’s calling Gideon a brainless dumbass two sentences before casually calling her the loveliest flower of her house.

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[philosophiums]

Diving Bell (by constellationqueen)

Word Count: 5,965

In reality, Megumi is breaking. There is a hairline fissure through the center of his being, and every little misstep he takes urges a shift along the seam. One of these days, he is going to be swallowed up by a seismic event too catastrophic to talk his way out of, and the last thing he wants is for that to happen in front of his friends. Especially Itadori, who has been through the exact same thing as Megumi, and who has walked away from it all like nothing happened. The least Megumi can do is crack himself open in his own time, in his own space, far away from anyone else. It is a kindness, he thinks, as he begins walking towards the nearest mirror, to break apart where there will be no collateral damage.

Megumi + scars + angst fic just dropped, as per @hinamie's request <3

[chastity-life-style]

[sustancy]

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