#old soul in a young body

[konigbabe]

hi! sorry to annoy you again, lovely - i'm the 💜 anon.

may i ask what are your favourite books or series? either non-fiction or fiction?

i love asking people this question bc i'm going to add it to my list <3 !!

Hello! And no need to apologize, I should be the one apologizing because I wasn't here for the past few days much so sorry for the late answer 💜

I'm not much of a reader lately but the books I've read and enjoyed would be, for example (all the links lead to amazon):

Tender Is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica (2017)

The Taming of the Shrew by W. Shakespeare (1594)

R.U.R. by Karel Čapek (1921)

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (1915)

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (1937)

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (1969)

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder (1st book) by Holly Jackson (2019)

Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (1321)

I would highly recommend R.U.R - first time the word "robot" was created and it's said to be one of the pillars of today's scifi genre (if you find it in English, I read the original aka in Czech) - and The Metamorphosis by Kafka are my two ult fav books of all time

I cried reading Of Mice and Men and still haven't recovered from the ending (and I read that book 6 years ago). No kidding.

[eremin0109]

Me when I'm stupidly, utterly in love with you:

[mazzystar24]

They should play lover you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley when Eddie is fixing shit with buck after their divorce era or when they’re at their peek angst as a personal treat for me 🥰❤️🫶🤭🤭

[theanonymousninja247]

My toxic trait is that I genuinely think I could be friends with Damian Wayne 😶

[cheeselord1234five]

Throw back to when I was listening to “This is Home” by Cavetown with my 8 year old sister thinking that she was zoned out but then I saw her crying. I asked her what was wrong and she was upset about how in the song everyone was treating the boy horribly, she felt bad for him. Then I started crying too because she learned such an important lesson at such a young age, I then started playing happier songs to cheer the both of us up.

[solivaggant]

[adventures-written]

◎ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙺𝚂 & 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂.

Muse;; Malik Rashad

likes artificial watermelon |  sleeps in what they are already wearing |  eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds |  hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks| can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight  | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts over pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse |  uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime| hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘ I love you ‘ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure |  can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salads | likes cool colors better than warm colors| knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games| reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream best | doesn’t cuss | memorizes song lyrics |  collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play| listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie |  would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container| keeps a journal

Tagged: @nicholas-wolfwood​​

Tagging: @redjaybird​, @numericalassassin​, anyone else who wants to.

[kissagii]

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

WHY AM I

[rotblume]

It's rarely the stranger danger and more likely the known creep.

People of all ages can have the same interests and tastes, and everyone can learn from one another.

I don't have a probleme with an age gap, but I do have a problem with too much of a power imbalance, which can be caused by it, but can just as well happen due to e.g. (not) having money & (not) having experienced things.

In real life, I sometimes have less trouble bonding with people 15-50 years older than me rather than my generation (as long as they take me seriously), because those my age around me have totally different priorities - neither my problems, nor my experiences - and it was the same 5-10 years ago, when I was still a minor.

Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.

Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[1theemptyvoid1]

sometimes the truth is just a secret you keep from yourself because living a lie is easier

[usagimen]

       I’ve also been meaning to discuss Sayuri’s lack of modesty altogether. The confidence she shows in her physical female form despite living in a patriarchal dominated society, which was the construct for the Kobayashi’s was meant to mirror a society that determined them as equal or greater to their male counterparts. Primarily, thinking of the times when one visits her within the sanctum she doesn’t seem as necessarily garbed when in public, lighter robes with her sash half open, the willingness to even wear a more scantily or revealing uniform (I’ve joked she has underboob with her cropped high-neck). In Sayuri’s eyes, this body she inhibits is but a vessel that homes her soul, even Tsukuyomi cannot deny she is deeply in control of herself though they work as one, The Eclipse is her own entity. It’s also fascinating to write a muse that feels confident in their flesh, despite being marred, she views her physical form as a weapon that over time was honed to her delight hence her affiliation for rigorous workouts && health. This was mostly spurred on the thought of how she views power, she is powerful, there is blood within her that is archaic more so than time && that of divinity - modesty is not a concept she understands. Her body is not sexualized for carnality but to show how tremendous of a being she truly is, this isn’t to say she cannot be sensual or erotic, but her overall stylization is meant to hinder upon her form’s strength.  Anyway, there’s just a deep satisfaction in writing a female character backed by aunties that have all demonstrated their own sense of power, that the Kobayashi’s are not only well known assassins but coveted artisans.   

[and-fishing-equipment]

one of the many beautiful things about devil's minion with old daniel is that he can no longer attribute his objectively bad and stupid decisions to being young and stupid, he's old and has a ton of life experience and extremely good critical thinking skills and a no bullshit attitude that comes with that. he's gonna look at armand, who tried to kill him once after he tortured him for 6 days, who massively fucked over and manipulated his last long term partner, who turned him into a vampire and then immediately fucked off and who he just generally knows to be completely unstable, probably insane and incredibly powerful and dangerous, and he's gonna think fuck this is a terrible idea and he's gonna go after him and devote himself to him body and soul anyway. and i think that's a groundbreaking thing for armand, to have someone love and accept him not for the person they'd like to see in him or who they think he is from what he performed for them, but who sees him in all his horror and danger and cruelty and all his worst moments, and loves him anyway.

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

“Agatha can’t control her powers and kills a bunch of people, this explains why Death is in love with her because it means she gets more bodies” No.

No no no.

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and the first time someone blasted her with their magic they died right in front of her and she was only seven years old and terrified and alone until suddenly there was a small little girl across from her who gently took her hand and told her it was okay”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and had a tantrum, purple exploding out of her, but the other witch was too fast and Agatha blinked and they were dead on the ground and she scrambled back against the wall, curling up into a little ball and shaking, shaking, shaking, until someone just as young and soft as her stroked her hair back and told her they knew it was an accident”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and was beaten and bruised by her mother until she couldn’t take it anymore and ran off into the woods and was blasted by someone who thought she was a witch hunter, and she didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. Agatha climbing into a tree and scraping her cheek and trembling as she stared at the lifeless witch, something rattling deep inside of her that sounded like a stranger’s voice. And then the stranger appearing through the thick, standing over the dead body and instantly looking up, looking for Agatha. Finding her in the tree and climbing in with her. Smoothing a thumb across her cheek until it didn’t sting anymore”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and any spell she tries goes haywire, the final teacher that swore she could fix her grey and lifeless on the floor as Agatha sat up on the kitchen table and just stared and stared, tears falling, always falling, until that familiar face appeared through the bedroom doorway, watching Agatha, not the woman, and threaded their fingers together. Guided her to cracked, dusty skin and forced her to feel it, hand pressing hers into dead flesh and murmuring ‘exceptional’ under her breath before explaining every single step of reaping a soul. Talking and talking until Agatha wasn’t crying anymore, until she couldn’t remember why she had been upset in the first place”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers but she also couldn’t control her temper, and suddenly half of a coven was dead before her, barely eighteen years old, and then the girl, also freshly a woman, the closest thing she knew to having a friend, sliding up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder, wiping her tears away. Shushing her pleas of ‘why can’t I control it? Why do I ruin everything I touch?’ with soft murmurs of ‘there’s nothing wrong with you. You didn’t kill them. They simply… bent to your power.’”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers but she sure as hell tried, until she was tied to a stake and her coven fell at her feet and her mother crumpled before her, hellbent until the moment she died to punish Agatha for things she had never meant to do. Agatha, with her grief and her relief and her freedom, finally, somehow still sobbing over her mother’s death, curled up far away and safe in the woods. Safe until Death came for her, hands cupping her face too tenderly, too delicately, and forced Agatha to meet her eyes. Death, who had somehow become the only one to ever show her mercy and kindness and compassion, leaning her forehead against hers and whispering ‘it’s okay. I am so proud of you.” Death leaning in so, so hesitantly and pressing the smallest kiss to her mouth. Breaths hitching. Eyes meeting. Long, loaded stares and trembling fingers and Death herself smiling at Agatha like she actually meant it. Agatha fisting her cloak and yanking her closer and letting Death suck the air right out of her lungs, and Agatha somehow living anyway”

That’s what I need.

[solivaggant]

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[margraviate-of-headcanonburg]

I’m somewhat of a ‘location scout’ in another fandom of mine and I loved this post so much it made me search through Pinterest for an hour and a half, finally declaring Mapperton House as the IRL doppelgänger of the British fam countryside estate

(along with the ‘work house’ in London and the ‘family/friends house’ outside but nearby, I can see Arthur also having a real cottage-cottage up north in yorkshire for just him and Fran relaxation)

Hey I have this headcanon about where Arthur would probably live.

I can imagine that Arthur probably has 2 homes back in England. The first is a cottage out in the English countryside, probably in Berkshire or Surrey, someplace that’s removed from the urban sprawl of London but not too far out from civilization. This may have been an estate a long time ago but now it’s just a quaint cottage that houses some relics and memorabilia that he owns throughout the centuries. He usually prefers to stay out here to get away from the hussle of his job, and is a pretty private place of his. No one outside of his immediate circle, which I think includes Francis, his brothers, Alfred, Matthew, and other close friends like Port, have ever been to this place. It’s very special to him.

The second place he owns is actually based on the neighborhood I stayed in when I was visiting my cousin in London last year! He also owns a flat in North London that he uses when he has to report in for work for the both the Prime Minister and the King when he’s needed. I can imagine him living in this area of North London called Hampstead (my cousin who lives in London lives here and it’s this very pretty and charming little neighborhood), which has these Victorian flats with nice gardens in the back. I took a ton of pictures when I was in London last year and they’re below. But I can imagine him staying out in his garden, sitting at a table, drinking tea and reading the morning papers. Hampstead also has this massive park called Hampstead Heath that I imagine he likes to go on walks whenever he’s there. I can see him and Francis going on many walks through the neighborhood and through the Heath when they are in London.

And honestly Francis loves both places! He thinks the London flat is charming and exciting to be at. Although he teases London in front of Arthur, deep down he loves the city’s vibe and culture. But he also loves going to Arthur’s cottage. There’s something so relaxing about being away from work out in the countryside - especially for Francis since he only owns an apartment in Paris.

Sorry for the rambling, I just had a lot of thought on this, I hope you don’t mind! But here are some pictures I took while I was in Hampstead last year!

Ahhh I LOVE THIS 💖 I can definitely see him having a home in the city and one in the country because there are two Arthur's in my head: the stuffy London gentleman and the grumpy countryside grandpa. Like it’s so easy to imagine him dashing down the steps of his town house to catch the tube to work wearing his tweed suit and a bristling scowl, briefcase in hand, leather satchel over his shoulder.

But at the same time, city life definitely overwhelms him sometimes and it is just as easy to picture him in his plaid pyjamas, dressing gown, and slippers; night cap set to a jaunty 30 degree angle; and a woolly blanket over his lap as he falls asleep in his William Morris armchair in front of the TV at 8pm (although lets be honest this would happen regardless of his geographical location, but there is something so peaceful and idyllic about the countryside that makes this hit different. And actually, if he were in the city, he would be falling asleep at his desk on top of a pile of paperwork…)

Sometimes I imagine his only residence to be a cute little cottage but I can’t quite let go of the image of him squashed into a tube carriage, headphones in - probably listening to Queen - and, despite the grotesque glower, he is in his element. It also makes a lot of sense for him to live somewhere closer when going to work (low-key shuddered at the word king but hey ho) but he is a quaint little cottage guy at heart.

<3

As for Franny, of course he has his Paris appartement with an unparalleled view of the Eiffel Tower, and he spends a lot of time there (work, meetings, dates with Arthur/Alasdair) but I also imagine him having a beautiful Provençal country house in which he spends most of his time. Just like Arthur, I think Fran has two sides: the chic, sophisticated fashionista of Paris, and the equally chic and sophisticated fashionista of the countryside asdfgsfghj. I just like to imagine him in his moderately sized bastide, sipping wine on a deck chair in the sun, working on his tan, and falling asleep with a book on his lap.

And of course he is always inviting his close friends around for dinner, including Arthur and his brothers as well as Al and Matt, among a few others! And when he is not living there, I think he would let friends/family/people he trusted stay there gratis. And tbh it is a big house and I don’t imagine he would enjoy rattling around in it alone very often so he always has someone round to keep him company be that platonic or romantic...

Like just imagine all the summers he and Arthur would spend there. Fran is in his element here, but Arthur? Well, he gets uncomfortable when the temperature breaches a modest 25 degrees. He will burn as red as a tomato even with factor 50 and Francis will laugh and poke fun at his sun-dried boyfriend but will ultimately look after him very well ❤️‍🩹

Also since we are here, this is the car he drives.