#mark dowse

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: The Come Back (1.2, LWT, 1972)

"This wasn't a sudden impulse. It was deliberate and calculated. He had to break in to get at the old man, and then - well, you saw what he did to him. I don't know if he's a psycho or not, but I do know he's a sadist and I know what treatment I'd hand out."

"Yeah, I can guess."

"It's the only way."

"You've a right to your opinion, just don't try and convert me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, I know what you think."

"I think it's just as well your job ends when we catch him."

[killakalx]

↳ ageless/blank blogs dnf

18+ content, mirror sex (for his bday and definitely not a projection of my own fantasies), doggy style, reverse cowgirl (?), against the mirror, dick grayson is an ass man

thinking about dick grayson who has you face down, ass up in front of the mirror, pulling you back into his thick dick rather than thrusting into you. the force he uses has his balls slapping into your thighs, holding your legs closer together for that echo he wants each time your skin makes contact with his. dick’s looking at you in the reflection, mouthing off about how sexy you look. he gets caught in the moment and his hands slide away from your hips to palm your ass, and the way you have to fuck yourself onto him before your orgasm teeters away nearly pushes him over the edge. your eyes drift away from the reflection of his arms and abs flexing with each thrust, mewling into your arm as you fuck yourself back. you’re doing most of the work now, hands clinging to the sheets to add a bit more force to it.

now you’re taking his cock all on you own; ass on full display for him while you watch yourself bounce on his cock in the mirror. up and down, ass smacking against his pelvis to make a lewd clap each time and dick’s moaning at the view he has. propped up on his elbow, making you yelp a few times when he smacks your ass. at first, there’s deep crescent marks in the sides of his thighs from having to hold yourself upright, now fading once he feels your pace falter. at that point, he’d plant his feet firmly into the hardwood floor off the edge of the bed, locking your arms into his hand behind you and plowing his cock into you.

still, his poor girl gets so tired after fucking herself onto him. just to help you out, he’s standing now- bending you over nothing and forcing your palms into the mirror to hold up your upper half. he’s damn near picked you up by your hips, eyes glued to your ass and the pretty arch in your back before catching a glimpse of your fucked out face pressed into the mirror. the room’s dowsed in sex, fog settling on the glass and making it knock against the wall. there are tears swelling in your eyes, incoherent whimpers for a break that get louder each time he makes your legs buckle. ‘m almost done, doll, dick would groan for the third time, this ass was just made for me, baby. you really can’t blame me. ❧

[forlovvers]

( your fault! )

pair: sunghoon x f!reader | genre: fluff, just a tad suggestive, e2??? | warning(s): a soaked white shirt, one swear word lol | wc: 1k ish | synopsis: in which you and sunghoon are very late for school.

lynne’s notez 🗒️ : another consistent post .. who am i

something about you gets under park sunghoon’s skin. normally, he’s calm and collected, but whenever you enter the room it’s like you make it your life’s goal to annoy him to ends meet. you’re constantly poking at him and making small remarks about the way he pushes his hair back or the way his handwriting wasn’t perfect. 

“why’s your jacket unbuttoned? tryna impress someone, park?” you’d say, drawing his name out. and he’d intentionally roll his eyes, making sure you saw it. while thinking of a snotty comeback, sunghoon would slyly button up his jacket (the unbuttoned thing was suggested by niki, why sunghoon took the younger’s advice is beyond him). maybe he was upset because you were right or the fact that the person who he was trying to impress didn’t give him a second glance. either way, park sunghoon wasn’t very happy that day. 

and of course, you were the one person he bumped into while being late to school. sunghoon had decided that maybe he’d treat himself to some coffee before his classes, but the new barista was very clumsy and had to remake his favorite drink twice! so much that it didn’t even taste like his favorite drink anymore. 

while turning the last corner to school, you just had to be in the way. it was almost like the heavens above were punishing him for skipping that one skating practice in eighth grade. 

when the two of you collide, sunghoon’s drink goes flying from his hands and because the new barista doesn’t know how to put on the top properly, the contents of his iced mocha land across your white button-up and it immediately soaks through the light material. 

“park! are you serious!” you yell suddenly, your hands flying up in frustration. you were already having the worst day. firstly, your alarm was set to 7pm instead of 7am and all of your school blazers had not been done drying since you put them in the washing machine last night. on top of all this you just had to run to into park sunghoon and his stupid iced mocha. 

the coffee stains your shirt and you can feel it bleed through the thin fabric, leaving a big black mark across your chest and the unmistakable smell of strong coffee mixing with your perfume. you swear under your breath, reaching up to try and wipe it off with no luck. 

you spot a hose attached to the side of a local fish shop, you were sure the owner wouldn’t mind if you used it. without a second thought, you walk over and detach the hose and grab a bucket from the stack nearby (hopefully it hadn’t been filled with fishes beforehand). 

sunghoon watches you dumbly as you continue to fill up the bucket. “what are you doing?” he asks and walks over to you to get a closer look. you’ve already pulled your hair to the side as you hand him the bucket. 

“you want me to do the ice bucket challenge on you?” sunghoon’s eyes widen at the odd request and you want to strangle him. this was no time for jokes. 

“are you an idiot? just pour a little on my shirt to get the stain out. i can’t show up to class an hour late and dirty clothes.” you say irritatingly. you tug on the shirt to get it as far from your skin as possible and pray sunghoon doesn’t get any water on your pants. 

“doesn’t this need soap?” sunghoon hesitantly raises the bucket up. although he might hate your guts, dowsing you in fish shop water didn’t seem the most appropriate way to go about this. 

“just do it.”

“okay nike,” sunghoon gently pours the water over the stain, careful to not let too much spill out. the more he pours, the more he realizes how close the two of you are and how your shirt seems to become more and more transparent. 

your shirt is practically see-through and sunghoon really does try to polite about it without spilling water all over you, but it’s quite hard to contain the water without properly looking at you. there’s a pink that dusts his cheeks and he can’t help but want to bang his head onto a wall. 

deciding he’s had enough, sunghoon abruptly drops the bucket to the floor and starts to shrug off his own blazer. he was a gentleman, of course. “wear this.” is all he says, dropping it into your hands. 

you eye him suspiciously but take it any way with a small nod of thanks. “this is all your fault yknow?” you say, buttoning his blazer up. it was a bigger than your own, but you should be able to still get away with it at school. 

“my fault?” sunghoon says in disbelief. he can’t believe he just gave you his blazer (which he might get written up for for not having) just for you to say that. “it’s not my fault you have a shit sense of direction.” he defends himself surely.

“whatever you say, park.” the nickname rolls off your tongue smoothly and the more you use it, the sweeter it sounds to sunghoon. once you finish putting on the blazer, you reach for your previously discarded backpack, but sunghoon beats you to it.

“what are you doing?” you throw him a confused look as he pulls the straps of your bag over his shoulder. 

“it’s the least i could do, i mean it’s my fault, right?” a boyish grin tugs at sunghoon’s lips and he starts walking ahead, forcing you to catch up.

you aren’t sure if it’s his teasing tone, his rolled up sleeves exposing his arms or his stupid smile, but you begin to see sunghoon in a different light.

[coven-of-genesis]

Types of divination

Divination refers to the practice of seeking knowledge or insight about the future or hidden information through supernatural or mystical means. There are numerous types of divination found across cultures and traditions.

Here are some of the commonly known ones:

Astrology: Astrology involves interpreting the positions and movements of celestial bodies to gain insight into human affairs and predict future events.

Tarot Reading: Tarot cards are used to gain insight into the past, present, and future events or to explore various aspects of a person's life.

Palmistry: Palmistry, also known as chiromancy, involves analyzing the lines, shapes, and markings on a person's hand to make predictions about their life, personality, and future.

Numerology: Numerology is based on the belief that numbers hold symbolic meanings and can be used to gain insight into a person's character, talents, and future events.

Runes: Runes are ancient Germanic alphabet symbols that are used for divination. They are typically engraved on small stones or wooden tiles, and the reader interprets their meanings based on their arrangement.

Scrying: Scrying involves gazing into a reflective surface, such as a crystal ball, a mirror, or water, to receive visions or insights about the past, present, or future.

Tea Leaf Reading: Also known as tasseography, this method involves interpreting patterns and symbols formed by tea leaves in a cup to gain insights or make predictions.

Pendulum Dowsing: Pendulum dowsing uses a weighted object, often a crystal or metal pendant, suspended from a string or chain. The movement of the pendulum is interpreted to answer yes or no questions or to provide guidance.

Ouija Board: Ouija boards are flat boards marked with letters, numbers, and symbols. Participants place their hands on a small planchette and ask questions, believing that spirits will guide the movement of the planchette to spell out answers.

These are just a few examples of divination practices. It's important to note that the effectiveness and interpretation of divination methods vary widely, and their validity is often a matter of personal belief or cultural tradition.

[iamblue15]

Mystery Kids with Palismen (Special Abilities)

Pinewing (Dipper's): Morph into a magnifying glass.

Sweetmix (Mabel's): Rubber-like hooves make ink marks with different designs, like stamps.

Barret (Raz's): Super strength and durability.

Thistle (Lili's): Can harden her spines and even shoot them if threatened.

Zinger (Coraline's): Short-ranged teleportation (Like Flapjack) and dowsing.

Gregory (Wybie's): Camoflouge.

Myrle (Norman's): Ghost or spiritual energy tracker.

Bub 2 (Neil's): Enhanced smell.

(Palismen Here)

(Names and Genders)

[hedgiwithapen]

Stargate with Metakitties! Planet with superpowered cats!! AND! The cats need to be very obviously based on my and/or your real-life cats. (Our friends’ cats are also acceptable.)

There were worse planets to be stuck for a few days, if you asked Daniel. No one did. 

At least, not any more.

“Kitty Girl,” he said to the the black lump of cat in his lap. “I need you to move.”

The cat did not move. She blinked one eye partially open, and curled even tighter. Daniel closed the book he’d been studying. Whatever humans had once lived on this planet, they were long gone, but not so the cats. The tomes were still in decent condition, so Daniel was taking full advantage of the three day window of time they were stuck to learn everything he could about the civilization that had once been here. 

The main thing was the cats. They were everywhere, and not just the living cats, but the relics. Mosaics in the roads, murals on the walls that still stood, cats everywhere. Even the books shows signs of it-- inky pawprints marked many pages. 

Daniel shifted just a little in his seat. Kitty Girl blinked the other eye, and gave a noise that sounded almost like a sigh. She twitched one paw, and the book Daniel had been eyeing on the shelf floated over.

Honestly, the fact that all the cats had some kind of supernatural ability made the entry in the first history book make a lot more sense. 

They'd been here when the Gao'uld came. They'd been here when that Gao'uld fell, and they'd been the cause of it, at least if this historian was to be believed. There had only been a few humans, few enough that they'd died out naturally, or at least that was his current theory.  The brief genealogies in the book seemed to support it, and Sam's hazy recollections from Jolinar indicated that the Tokra Bast had  made her first strike against Gao'uld system lords here. 

He lost track of the hour. 

"I require some assistance," Teal'c called from outside. Daniel looked down at Kitty Girl and sighed. 

She grumbled as he resettled her on the cushion.

~~

Teal'c shifted his body weight, ineffectually. He shook his right arm briskly. This too failed to dislodge the "tabby" kitten that Sam had named "Baby" due to it's diminutive size from where it clung by claw and jaw. 

"I require assistance," he said again. Baby hooked a claw free and climbed closer to the precious cargo Teal'c bore. 

Colonel Jack O'Neil looked them up and down and laughed. As if Teal'c had told a joke of some kind, though he did not often laugh at Teal'c humor.

"I do not see what is so funny," Teal'c said, lifting an eyebrow. The kitten growled, biting down harder. 

Teal'c was Jaffa. He could handle pain. That did not mean he enjoyed it. 

"I warned you," Jack said. "And you didn't believe me."

"I do not see the wisdom in dowsing my dinner in a sweetened fruit paste that does not compliment the flavors." 

"Yeah, well, Ketchup's the only thing in our supplies that little demon doesn't like, so. If you want to be the one eating your dinner, I suggest you try it." Jack said, holding up the bottle.

Teal'c sighed. "Very well," he agreed, putting down his plate for Jack to doctor, and catching the kitten before it could reach the rest of the food. 

He held it up to eye level, though at arms' length, having learned that lesson already. "We are allies. I would share with you, if you would not take it all for yourself, " he told Baby, who pinned his ears backwards and attempted a disemboweling kick that would have worked on a small rodent, and not Teal'c's arm. The Jaffa smiled, recognizing a kindred spirit. "You will make a fine warrior against the Gao'uld, some day, if you do not annoy your fellows. After supper, I shall teach you the best way to kill a snake."

[crazylittlejester]

Here's the little snippet as promised- I got a little carried away lol

By the time they'd managed to track down their missing brother, the chain was more like a frayed string. When Warriors had gone missing after a fight, it was like a constant blood moon; with no professional medic, they could only hope fairies and Time's uncanny ability to find them would fix the worst wounds. With no teasing yet caring and painfully observant eyes watching out for everyone, communication dwindled into whispers, banter into hurling insults. But most importantly, they'd all lost their collective big brother. And nobody was taking it well. Time's dark circles had only grown darker over the month that his brother was missing. He became overbearingly protective over the rest of the chain, though it manifested in him becoming snappy and strict. He refused to talk otherwise, unless it was to discuss theories of the Captain's disappearance. Well... and to soothe the nightmares that plagued Wind at night. But now? Now daybreak is drawing closer and the blood moon is nearing its end, for Sky had managed to track Warriors with Fi's dowsing abilities after a month of failure and dead ends. Dead ends that took the form of cryptic puzzles whose answers revealed nonsense that made Time grow pale and sickly. They were secrets of their missing brother being taunted by the malice, perhaps in an attempt to corrupt their view of him? It didn't work. In fact, it just strengthened their resolve to beat up the stupid lizalfos and rescue him. Their wanderings brought them to an abandoned bunker in the middle of nowhere. Sky was panting with exertion, doubled over by the time it appeared in their sights. Wind wound up giving Four a piggyback after the latter had been sent flying by a hidden bomb, since he wouldn't play such a vital role in the potential fight. They'd need Twilight for heavy hitting, powerful attacks while Time got him out, Hyrule for his healing and magical expertise, Legend for his swift reaction time and quick thinking, Sky for the holy magic his blade gleamed with, and Wild for his archery skill and unpredictable attacks. Though, Wind had to wonder, did they think he was too young to face what might've happened to his brother? He huffed, tightening his grip on Four's thighs as he propped the dazed hero up on his back. He was a hero, just like them! He could help. But... Four also needed help. And he wasn't important enough... no, no, scratch that. Wars wouldn't want him thinking like that! He needs to be happy for when his brother returns to them. And he will return, Wind knows it. When he looks over, the rest of the chain are sipping water from their waterskins, restless hands checking over weapons one final time. Their shoulders are tense with the weight of a brother's life. Time was ready to fucking murder that shadow. Though nobody could have prepared them for the sight that met their eyes. (Tw: graphic injury description, implied torture) Warriors, their collective big brother, the comforting presence beside the fire after a nightmare, was bloodied and shirtless. His body hung limp from shackles secured to the top of a cage, cuffs crusted with blood that had dried running down his arms. Whip marks marred his back, cutting deep through innumerable scars of similar shape and where his flesh had melted in a fight against a dragon. Black bruises painted his front in a cacophony of agony. His face was almost unrecognisable; gaunt yet swollen and horribly disfigured with flaky dried blood and open, seeping wounds. His eyelids hung nearly closed, though any light in his eyes was gone. His lips, cracked and vaguely swollen, appeared grey in colour. His ribs appeared visibly broken beneath purple skin drawn tight. Every bone in his upper body was visibly protruding. They could see every. Single. Bone. Despite it all, no futher life was in the musty stone coffin. "Oh, Link..." Time whispered, and blue eyes suddenly flickered open.

Anyways, I hope you like this :) it isn't that good but still, Wars whump

- sadistic anon

my god, the devil works hard but you my friend work harder. IT’S BARELY BEEN AN HOUR HOW DID YOU WRITE THAT THAT FAST??

OUGH. oUGH. WHAT THE FUCK MAN. OW??? HIT ME WITH A BRICK NEXT TIME IT’LL HURT LESS

i seriously liked your descriptions of how losing wars impacted the others. printing this out and eating it

also i will be spawning at your location because oh my god you beat the fuckin shit outta him whatd he ever do to you, go give him a hug and atone for your sins /j :(

you cooked tho. but god DAMN. OW.

[echantedtoon]

Heavenly Lights

After a particular bad start to your celebration being chosen as the wife to the God of Festivals, a surprising turn happens that enchants you forever in the heavenly lights.

This is once again inspired by the artwork of @lelee-tdn and their artwork depicting Tengen as a literal God of Festivals. I'll link it below but warning it IS spicy art. So if you're 17 and below pls DNI as respect to the artist's wishes. It's pretty short but I wanted to write something for this man you have no idea.)

https://www.tumblr.com/lelee-tdn/697936924738977792/cw-suggestive-mdni-the-god-of-festivals?source=share

Fireworks are chaos and unpredictability. Their explosive gifts like heaven's art. Filling the night with their bright dreams, born to live through colour then die again. The spectators seeing their blazing trails arc above. There's something about them that warms the heart even in the cold, as if their stray sparks passed into their blood. 

So tell me why must the heavenly lights bring amongst their happy lights such sorrows?

Why must such sorrows take a hold of your skin at the time of happiness amongst the hundreds of others laughing at the company of others and the dazzling gleam of lights reflecting off their eyes like hundreds of tiny mirrors to the souls. The laughter's ambience and joyous sights held nothing within the mind of one that found nothing but sorrows. 

You felt no happiness when your name was called by the oracle.

Felt no spark when you were ushered away to be properly dressed up as beautiful as the lights in the sky.

Felt no hope despite the emense dancing of the crowds and the joyous laughter they exuded towards the heavenly lights of the dark abyss. 

Filling their heads with joy and their hearts with warmth. 

However lights were not going to be able to help you in your predicament and fortune unless you leave. Leave the center of fired hearts set ablaze. Dash away from the lights. Cloak yourself in the darkness far away until the next morning when the grandness of lights would finally be dowsed by the sun.

To her freedom remained intact and her life not taken.

The music of the giant celebration gently flowed throughout and between the beautiful decorations wrapped around the walls of buildings. The way the candles inside lanterns lit up the surroundings and made the shadows beautifully dance against the walls. The way the smell of delicious foods being sold by vendors and the thick gunpowder and smoke wafted through the air. The beautiful music mixing with the laughter and talking of the guests around the lights. 

It was almost like a dream. Everyone having a great time behind their happy faces, no one telling who they were or maybe that was all part of the game. The fun of not knowing who you were speaking too and being able to be your own person tonight. But maybe she wasn't meant to join the fun and laughter that everyone else seemed to be having. Being maskless and alone wondering the world was the lonely fate of the girl in the flowing white dress. Blindly walking and circles, moving around. The sounds, the smells, the atmosphere. It was starting to make her dizzy. Everyway she'd turn she would catch a glimpse of a man with red eyes.

Those familiar red eyes. The ones she both dreaded and feared yet found beauty in every festival that has arisen for the past two years. The eyes that were telling her to come forth and watch the lights being driven by the emotions running amock through them and outward into the nights.

Very familiar red eyes. 

Her dizzied mind knew not to be afraid or excited about the way it gazed and pierced her soul. The way he looked at her with those beautiful wine red eyes. Promising only trouble ahead. Well maybe she was looking for trouble, her head was kept on a swivel, always looking around herself in the see of marked laughter. Sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of red or maybe it was just her clouded emotional mind. At this point she didn't know if she was searching for him or trying to ensure she was far from him. But however she put it, the circles and laughter was starting to get dizzier and dizzier. She barely noticed when someone tall bowed to her. Grabbed her hand. And lead her to dance. Maybe it was because she was temporarily blinded by the lights casting shadows upon his face, or the swirls of the graceful dance they spun. But there was no mistaking those red eyes. Perhaps she was crazy. Perhaps her dizzy mind was clouding any judgement. Maybe she was under some kind of spell from those red eyes. But when those eyes smiled at her-

She couldn't look away from them. 

Nor could she deny the magnetic static that clung to them both with every step of the dance, with fabric flowing and laughter crowding their brains or the way the intoxication of lights seemed to light his body like an ancient celestial being long since remembered. The addiction of the smells of carnival foods and faint scent of gunpowder coming from his every step. Or the smile that seemed to ignite the lights above them. Giving them that first match, that starting spark all fireworks needed in order to truly be brought to life.

"Flashy aren't they?"

You did not know if he spoke of the lights or of the eyes you couldn't escape the sight of. Smiking at you possibly brighter than the sun himself. It's euphoric glow seemingly bland compared to this man's radiant gleam and shine. 

"How about beautiful?"

You know not how you came to find the words nor not how you were about to light the eyes with surprise but when they shined at you with the dazzle of a lot fire, you found yourself burning back up to fizzle out and die in those eyes like the fireworks they were made for.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Divination (pt. 3)

Onomancy

Divination from the letters of a name.

Letters are often assigned numerical values in onomancy.

The word comes from onoma-, meaning "name."

The same root is at work in the words anonymous and eponymous.

Oomancy

Divination by means of eggs.

The shape of the egg white as it cooks is believed to offer clues about the future.

Ornithomancy

Divination by observation of the flight of birds.

Also called augury, ornithomancy requires that attention be paid to birds and what they do.

Phyllomancy

Divination by means of leaves.

The phyllo in phyllomancy means "leaf." Methods of phyllomancy vary widely.

It can have to do with the sound of leaves, the way leaves fall in autumn, or even with the way leaves or a leaf react to being placed in water.

Psephomancy

Divination by pebbles.

Although pebbles are pretty much small stones, psephomancy is not to be confused with lithomancy, divination by stones or by special objects made from stones. In psephomancy, pebbles are often marked and drawn from a pile or container of pebbles.

Pyromancy

Divination by means of fire or flames.

The pyro- part of this word of course means "fire," and is found too in the word pyromania, "an irresistible impulse to start fires."

Rhabdomancy

Divination by rods or wands.

Rhabdomancy addresses both efforts to uncover information about the future as well as what is now more commonly called "dowsing"—that is, using a divining rod to find water.

A divining rod is a forked rod believed to show the person who uses it where water or minerals can be found underground by dipping downward when held over an underground supply.

Spatulamancy

Divination by means of an animal's shoulder blade.

It involves examining the shoulder blade of an animal that has been cooked over a fire. Although we think of the word spatula as referring to a kitchen implement, the Late Latin word it comes from means both "shoulder blade" and "spoon." It is a synonym of spatulamancy. (Scapul- also means "shoulder blade.")

Theomancy

Divination by the responses of oracles supposed to be divinely inspired.

The theo- in theomancy is the same in theology and theocentric: it means "god."

The idea in theomancy is that an oracle may report to you what a deity has said, but there's still the interpreting to do.

Xylomancy

Divination by means of pieces of wood.

The pieces of wood used in xylomancy vary widely.

They may be twigs, branches, or logs, and they may have fallen or be arranged.

The xylo- means "wood," and is also a root of the word xylophone.

If these writing notes helped with your poem/story, please tag me. Or send me a link. I'd love to read them!

part 1 ⚜ part 2 ⚜ More: Word Lists

[unicornpopcorn14]

16 for the writer ask game! :D

This is the first ask I get yipeeee

Writer ask game:

16: an excerpt from a recent piece I wanna brag about

From Gruesome, Gorgeous

Chuuya tilts his head upwards as if he’d sensed him, as if he’d heard him, and Dazai’s eye widens even further in alarm. Chuuya never acknowledged him during corruption- ever. And Dazai’s mutter being heard midst the thunderous chaos is near impossible, then what- The vacant eyes meet his single one, and Dazai sees each and every ancient mark tattooed on pale skin, each streak of crimson dripping and getting lost in the vast sea, but that’s not what steals his already shallow breath out of him- Chuuya smiles, no- grins. Grins so widely his cheeks must hurt. Grins so awfully that his teeth are bared and his canines are showing. Grins directly at Dazai like he’s the most hysterical thing he’d ever laid his nonexistent pupils on- Every single nerve in Dazai feels like it’s been dowsed in ice. Arahabaki- Arahabaki is taunting him. “No-” Dazai’s an inch away, “NO!” Like it was a hallucination, the expression drops, and Chuuya drops with it. “CHUUYA!” Dazai’s throat aches, fist grips on air, and eye burns watching the gap between them widen after he was close, he was so fucking close-

This doesn't make sense unless you read the actual fic, but the imagery of a tsunami looming over the two of them, Dazai's hand outstretched in an effort to reach a bloodied, corrupted Chuuya, who you're aware he's seconds away from collaping was so pretty in my mind I had to word it somehow.

And throughout this scene you'd think Dazai'd reach him in time, before another hurdle comes into the equation, a hurdle Dazai didn't even consider, and ruins everything.

It's just- *screeches to the sun* I loved depicting a hostile nature between Dazai and Arahabaki's relationship so much, as it adds even more complications to corruption!! + Writing PanickedZai (especially if it's over Chuuya) is such a serotonin boost for me!!

Yeah, that was my favorite scene to write as of late gddhejej I never bragged about my own writing before so that was smth! Thank you for the ask, anon!! <33

[i-gwarth]

love that you can dowse whenever ROP drops a good Sauron episode by the marked increase in Sauron posts density on my blog

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Hoax (2.12, LWT, 1972)

"The hoax at school. Letters, threatening to plant bombs all over London - I can understand that, at least I think I can. Then to do it? To put at risk the lives of hundreds of innocent people, to actually do that! What happened?"

"It was you."

"Me?"

"That lecture. 'You don't have to go it alone, there are people who care'. Nobody cares! Same bloody hypocrisy I've heard ever since he died. I felt sick! Everything you said made me sick!"

[daisyvisions]

here me out..toxic sunwoo…😫

toxic sunwoo eh? you mean the one who gets easily jealous whenever guys talk to you? (even his own band mates)

The one who tries to emotionally gaslight you into thinking you don't pay him enough attention anymore? that you don't care about him? that you're already looking for someone else and leaving him?

The one that turns the tables whenever you're feeling jealous when he's being chummy with other girls or fans and he makes you feel like you're in the wrong for even feeling jealous?

The one who will always treat you like some kind of property, HIS property to be exact meaning no one can touch you or get close to you, will probably mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to, whispering possessive shit like "mine" or "only I get to have you like this",

The one who needs like he has to have control on lots of your decisions, makes you wear his clothes that he dowsed his cologne in

The one who (if you should ever break up) will play the sad boy card and portray that he's all miserable without you but when you eventually give in again it's like nothing changed?

That toxic sunwoo? 👀

[the-everqueen]

I suppose this is an ask based on the above tags because I do love hearing any elaboration regarding Rose, especially since I do recall in one of the interviews that there was supposed to be a scene with her and Desire but (I think) it was cut from the script.

ye! there's a bit at the end of the doll's house arc (in the comix) where Dream monologues about how the Endless exist to serve (i don't have my copy of the comix with me or else i'd give citations). it's a somewhat clumsy wrap-up for the arc, though it gives a good insight into how Morpheus conceives his function (and by extension, himself). the gist is that Desire's "error" was to try to manipulate humans (the Walkers) to their personal ends, rather than recognize that humans, as sentient beings, have an impact on the Endless, i.e. it's not a one-way relationship.

i think the show adaptation does a better job of making a coherent narrative out of the comix arc. Rose is less passive as a protagonist; she makes active choices and her motivations are clear. she also straightforwardly REFUSES to be used by the Endless. she resists Dream's attempts to use her as a dowsing tool for his missing Arcana. she articulates the unfairness of expecting her to die because of cosmic familial dynamics she had no say in. i see a lot of meta about how much Dream sees Rose as a person (and he does, though i think he sees himself in her, in that she also has no choice to be what she is [Vortex] and she wants both connection and to have her own life, which...i have Thoughts about how a Black woman is only relatable insofar as she mirrors "universal" experiences/suffering), but very little discussion around how that doesn't matter, because he's going to kill her anyways. Rose being unknowingly marked for death from the outset and refusing death, up until the last moment when it seems there's no alternative (and even then her motivation is ensuring that Jed and Lyta will be okay)...ah! that's Blackness as an ontological condition! she dreams, she desires, she persists in the face of death. everything that the Endless are, she is, too.

(i would have loved to see what the writers envisioned re: Rose meeting Desire. that's a thing i'm going to explore in LA guard dog, pt. 2, but obviously in the show Rose doesn't have all the context that Dream has for why she's a vortex or Desire's part in events. i think she could be a lot more drawn to Desire than Dream, because Desire isn't trying to kill her but also because of the nature of Desire...and one of Rose's biggest wants is family.)

[puyodroneau]

Feli (cyn snowclone lol)

♀️ | Worker Drone | AbsoluteSolver (Zombie)

Feli came from another planet (not the same one as Marle) and was disposed when she was younger(operations terminated, although not even she knows what she was doing beforehand).

After being revived having the AbsoluteSolver, she was sent into the planet where my AU takes place just so she wouldn't harm anyone.

She currently lives far from society, for various reasons.

She's still attached to Lemres.

She is still wearing her "Marked for dissessembly" cuff out of pride.

She is capable of dowsing without the use of the AbsoluteSolver.

When she "goes haywire", she cannot hold her holographic projection and reveals her eldritch form.

[animeyanderetalker]

Is it just me, or is "Smoke and Mirrors" by Jayn a song that could really fit Kurapika as a yandere childhood friend? Think about it (including lyrics in quotation marks to support my stance; the "her" in the lyrics could be substituted with different pronouns):

-His delusional mindset that he already gets if s/o is conveniently a Kurta combined with his jealousy. ("You know, I've always thought she must have liked you. She's just a temptress, don't you know? She'll say she loves you, even though She only wants to steal your soul. I'll save you..." "But then she tried to steal your love." " I know you love me deep inside. You're simply caught up in her lie. So I will cut you free myself— I know you love me deep inside.")

-His Dowsing Chain acting as a lie detector ("I never meant to call you out. I’ve always seen behind your smoke and mirrors. Oh sweetheart, please don’t yell at me. It really isn’t hard to see The truth that’s rotting underneath." "No I won’t fall for this again. I’ll always see behind your smoke and mirrors.") combined with his dislike of being lied to. ("Why weren't you honest from the start?" "And if, you lie... This poor girl will have to die~" "Just... Don't... Lie...")

-The marriage promise mentioned in the childhood friend headcanons post giving him hope for a future beyond his revenge quest {Please note that the word "prince" could be replaced with the word "princess" and that Kurapika could be the one initiating the promise}. ("You said you’d always be my prince. That we’d get married when we both got older. I’d never heard those words before. You made me long for something more." "Without you, my life means nothing! So just say you love me, Tonight..."

And possibly some other aspects of the lyrics that could fit depending on the situation.

I actually never heard the original version of this song. I know it because I follow RafScrap who makes cover songs. This song pretty much oozes Yandere potential though so there’d probably find quite a few people who this song may fit if we’d search for a bit.