#secrets reveled

[thecoolcatstuff]

Chat Noir: "Be careful Ladybug! Rena Rouge might find out your secret identity!!"

My boy is so out of the loop its insane😭😭😭

[meikooo200]

I wanna tell you that I’m not an english native speaking, but I’m gonna do my best with my knowleg and Google Translator.

Somehow, after the war with Atlantis, the JL (a mix of the animated Universe and my hc), but just the other six founder members and Arthur, found out that Capitain Marvel is a recently adopted eleven years old pre-teen and no one tell anything to the new members.

So, this resulted in situations such a:

Green Arrow: *just walking in to the meeting room, just to see Batman scolding Capitain Marvel*

Batman: I can’t belive you wasted the money I gave you on that. * point to the Nintendo swich where you can see the amount of skins, emotes, poses, potg of Winston from Overwatch that he bought, and all tiger releter things of the game* You tell me that was important.

Capitain Marvel: It is! It’s necesary to my mental helth!

Batman:…

Capitain Marvel: *crying puppy eyes*

Batman:…Okey, you win. Tell me if you need more for that.

Capitain Marvel: :D *came back to his comp match* YOU LITTLE PIECE OF JELLYFISH BRAIN!!!!

Green Arrow: what the actual fuck?…

Superman: *apering out of god-knows-where* Hey! No bad words in front of the child! >:(

Flash: Yeah! You’re been a bad example for the child *walking in with the rest of the founding members and Arthur* His mother would be so disapointed.

Green Arrow: which fucking child?!

The Super Seven + Arthur:….

And they need to revel to the entire league + YJ + TT that Marvel is a child. Not because Oliver, because Guy Garden listened everything and he can’t keep a secret.

I don’t know, I just want to share my OW adiction with my baby boy Billy c:

[tampire]

Picking up the Gold Skull and Gold Rose Secrets

[kozzax]

Can we talk about all the Miraculers being able to hold their transformations now. Can we talk about how they're kids. They're still kids. All of them are still kids, and yet they are all being made to grow up.

We know that only those considered adults by the miraculous are able to hold their transformations. Every single one of these holders is fifteen, maybe sixteen. They're kids.

And yet Marinette and Adrien, Ladybug and Chat Noir, fifteen year old kids who were forced into growing up, brought them into a sewer and did not let them leave until they, too, were considered adults.

They can't see how fucked up it is. The show frames it as a good thing. It's never going to be addressed. But they're kids. They're kids and they're being forced to grow up because they're fighting a war. Raurrururuurrrrrgh. Of course Marinette isn't doing okay!!! She's a child and she's also a war general for a bunch of children! Of course she's keeping secrets-- they're teenagers!!!

[epiclad]

"Miquella the Kind… is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying." [Process vid]

[reality-detective]

EXPOSED: The Jesuit Order Controls the Vatican and the New World Order!

Unmasking the power behind the curtain: The Jesuits rule the Vatican and steer the New World Order’s religious agenda! Hidden in plain sight, they manipulate governments and religions to create a global empire.

Former Bishop Gerard Bouffard exposes the truth: The Black Pope, Jesuit Gen. Peter Hans Kolvenbach, commands the Vatican, the Pope, and the Illuminati! Bouffard, who worked at the Vatican for six years, says the Pope follows orders from the Black Pope, making the Jesuits the true power behind the Church and the world’s destruction.

He declares: The Jesuits infiltrate all religions and governments to impose a one-world Luciferian religion! The Vatican controls Israel, plotting to destroy the Jews and ignite global chaos. They hide behind black robes and false piety while worshipping Satan through secret rites!

Bouffard, a 37th Degree Freemason, says Freemasonry is the Church’s secret weapon to execute the Illuminati’s agenda. High-ranking priests and cardinals secretly belong to Masonic lodges to bring down America from within.

He reveals that Fr. Alberto Rivera, a former Jesuit, was murdered for exposing the same truths. The Vatican erased Rivera’s records, but Bouffard confirms: Rivera was real, and the Jesuits poisoned him for telling the truth! The Jesuits’ history of genocide, assassinations, and infiltration dates back centuries, yet their evil agenda continues unchecked!

The Jesuits already control U.S. institutions, including the CFR and the Federal Reserve, tightening their grip on America’s fate. They will stop at nothing to destroy freedom and impose their satanic one-world order!

What?

Do You See It? 🤔

[nelkcats]

Not the son you were looking for

The Fentons were sure that their son was dead. They didn't understand why Phantom pretended to be their little Danny, nor why he made so many illogical excuses like "being a hybrid" and so on. At first they played along, but they were angry, angry that the truth was being kept from them, angry because they were sure that the supposed hero had done something to their son, and he even managed to trick Jazz!

It all made sense when Phantom was declared Ghost King, of course, he surely had Danny captive! It shouldn't be hard for the King of the Dead to manipulate a soul, maybe he was gaining power from that. They were sure, they had seen the King argue with one of his ghost-capturing devices and keep it always guarded, a big secret surely.

Unfortunately for them, the GIW had disbanded, so they had to turn to their second choice: The Justice League. It was an organization of heroes that had only recently formed, but the Fenton's were sure they would help them, so they contacted them and explained the situation. The League was skeptical but when they heard that a child might be in danger they acted immediately.

They didn't confront the King directly, they weren't idiots, but they stole the thermos, willing to give the child trapped in it a break. They could deal with the Ghost King later.

Unfortunately for everyone, as soon as the Fentons hit the "release" button what came out was not their son's soul, no. Dan Phantom watched them with a wide grin, free for the first time in years. The League had a feeling they had made a grave mistake.

[honeybeegarden]

sneak peek of my commission for @elucienweekofficial ☀️

[nanaosaki3940]

My Fav Korean Manhwa Recommendation List

For the last few days, I've been reading Korean manhwa/webtoon series non-stop and man, they're just so great!!! 😍😍😍

These are some of my fav manhwa I've read so far... All the stories are of modern setting btw... (I may do a separate recommendation list for historical/magical/isekai genre manhwa later on...)

Something About Us - (Childhood best friends turned lovers) Status: Completed.

Positively Yours - (Strangers met for one night stand to lovers) Status: Completed.

Seasons Of Blossom - (High school friends to lovers) Status: Completed.

Please Take Care Of Me In This Life As Well - (Childhood friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

Fly Me To The Moon - (Strangers met through unusual circumstances to lovers) Status: On-going.

The Reason I Wanted To Die - (High school sweethearts to Exes to again lovers) Status: On-going.

Revelation Of Youth - (High school friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

The Odd One Next Door - (Frenemy neighbors to lovers) Status: On-going.

Free In Dreams - (Strangers met through lucid dreams to lovers) Status: On-going.

Operation Name Pure Love - (High school friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

Just Twilight - (High school classmates to lovers) Status: On-going.

King The Land - (Childhood friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

Confession Attack - (Childhood best friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

Our Secret Alliance - (Childhood best friends to lovers) Status: Completed.

Ooh La La!! - (Complete strangers to sudden lovers) Status: Completed.

Match Made In Heaven By Chance - (Childhood friends to sudden married couple) Status: On-going.

Love Class - (Former high school Teacher X Former high school Student love story) Status: On-going.

The Man's Games - (Childhood frenemies to lovers) Status: Completed.

My Introverted Boy - (Introverted boy X introverted girl love story) Status: On-going.

The Dilettante - (Enemies to lovers) Status: On-going.

Olgami - (Enemies to toxic lovers) Status: On-going.

The Law Of Being Friends With A Male - (Classmates to friends to lovers) Status: On-going.

My Three Annoying Brothers - (Separate love stories of 4 beautiful yet chaotic siblings) Status: On-going.

Divorce Is Easy, But Love Is Hard - (College Senpai-kouhai to office colleagues in love) Status: On-going.

Marry My Husband - (Office senpai-kouhai to lovers) Status: Completed.

The Boss's Proposal - (Office senpai-kouhai to lovers) Status: On-going.

When You're Targeted By The Bully - (Enemies to friends to lovers) Status: Completed.

The ones I haven't read yet, but intend to read them later in the future...

Love Of Mine.

A Guide To Proper Dating.

Act Like You Love Me!

The Couple Breaker.

There Must Be Happy Endings/Surely a Happy Ending.

Love For Hire.

Daytime Star.

First Love, Lasting Hate.

Extroversion Of An Immortal.

True Beauty.

Wedding Delusion.

Even If It's Not.

Only Hope.

Meet In The Middle.

Situationship.

My Sweet Dark Hero.

Dating My Best Friend's Sister.

Undercover! Chaebol High School.

Dear First Love.

Melt Me With Your Voice.

Yeon Woo’s Innocence.

My Messy Marriage.

As If Love Doesn’t Exist.

Let’s Meet After Work.

Please Teach Me, Senior.

[nibs-noobs]

Okay, but can we talk about how it seems like Chat Noir gets to know the other heroes' secret identities now?

In the beginning scene the other heroes are in three-walled stalls (for lack of a better word) that hide their identities from each other...but not from Ladybug and Chat Noir? Who are standing together, facing the others?

Like, granted Kim and Mylene aren't in the very front, but they both completely de-transform, so at the very least we can infer there are no contingency plans or worries about keeping identities from him.

Tell me I'm not misinterpreting this.

[generallemarc]

Getting back into the Cosmere after a two-year break

Not even done with the first page of Yumi and the Nightmare Painter, and I've already asked aloud "Hoid, are you narrating this?" Having just finished my reread of Rhythm of War, I can't help but feel like the very specific brand of glibness that's always accompanying his stories and descriptions of just about everything is present here, and I got that from a single line of commentary in the narration. This is what nearly 2 decades' worth of appearances will get you-a character so fleshed-out that you can potentially identify when he's serving as narrator almost instantaneously. I kinda wanna search TvTropes for other characters like him, but is there even such a thing? Like, sure there are archetypes of the mysterious jester-like figure in the background playing a much bigger game, but how many have gotten so much development while still having so many mysteries about them?

[small-z24]

One-Shot: A Poet's Discovery

Summary: 

Azriel finds Y/N’s journal filled with heartfelt poetry about a mysterious man, sparking jealousy and curiosity. As he tries to uncover the identity of her muse, Cassian's playful teasing leads him to a surprising revelation that could change everything.

Word Count: 976

Warnings: None

Azriel prowled the halls of the House of Wind, shadows whispering around him. He had been tasked with delivering a message to Y/N, a priestess living in the library. Rescued by Rhysand and Azriel from a brutal attack on her church, Y/N had since found solace and purpose among the books and scrolls. As he approached her room, he noticed the door slightly ajar. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to knock, but the soft sound of rustling paper caught his attention.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked inside. Y/N’s room was a mess of papers and books, but one particular journal lay open on her desk, its pages filled with delicate handwriting. Azriel knew he shouldn’t invade her privacy, but the temptation was too strong. He stepped inside and picked up the journal.

His eyes skimmed over the lines of poetry, his heart pounding as he realized the words were filled with longing and admiration for someone. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering who had captured Y/N’s heart so completely.

His eyes, dark as the night, hold secrets I wish to unravel. His touch, gentle yet strong, leaves me breathless with desire. In his presence, I am whole, yet shattered by the distance between us.

Azriel’s jaw tightened. Who was this man she wrote about? He continued reading, the poetry becoming more intense with each line.

Oh, how I long for his embrace, to feel his shadows wrap around me, to be lost in his world. He is my night, my stars, my everything.

Azriel’s mind raced. Shadows? Stars? Could it be... No, it couldn’t. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought. It had to be someone else. But the jealousy gnawed at him, making his shadows swirl restlessly.

“What are you doing?” Cassian’s voice broke the silence, startling Azriel.

Azriel quickly shut the journal and turned to see Cassian leaning against the doorframe, a wide grin on his face. “Nothing,” Azriel muttered, trying to compose himself.

Cassian’s grin widened. “Nothing, huh? You look like you’ve just read something scandalous.”

Azriel glared at him, but Cassian’s teasing expression didn’t waver. “It’s none of your business.”

Cassian stepped into the room, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, but it is. You’re my brother, and seeing you all flustered is my favorite pastime. So, what did you find?”

Azriel sighed, knowing there was no escaping Cassian’s curiosity. “It’s Y/N’s journal. She’s written poetry about someone she’s clearly infatuated with.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “And you’re jealous because...?”

“I’m not jealous,” Azriel snapped, but the words lacked conviction.

Cassian laughed, clapping Azriel on the back. “Sure, you’re not. Let me see.”

Azriel reluctantly handed over the journal, and Cassian began to read. As he reached the parts about the shadows and stars, his grin grew even wider. “Oh, this is gold. She’s talking about you, you idiot!”

Azriel frowned, feeling a flicker of hope. “What makes you so sure?”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Shadows, stars, night—who else fits that description? She’s smitten with you, and you’re too dense to see it.”

Azriel’s heart raced as the realization sank in. “You really think it’s me?”

Cassian laughed again, shaking his head. “Az, you’re supposed to be the smart one. Yes, it’s you. And now you have to do something about it.”

Azriel felt a mix of relief and panic. “But what if I’m wrong? What if she doesn’t feel that way?”

Cassian smirked, handing back the journal. “There’s only one way to find out. Talk to her. And maybe, just maybe, stop being so broody all the time.”

Azriel sighed, glancing down at the journal. “You make it sound so easy.”

Cassian shrugged, heading for the door. “It is. Now go, before I start writing poetry about how hopeless you are.”

Left alone in Y/N’s room, Azriel took a deep breath. Cassian was right. He needed to talk to her, to find out the truth. He couldn’t let jealousy and doubt control him.

Gathering his courage, he left the room and went in search of Y/N. He found her in the library, surrounded by books, her expression peaceful as she read. She looked up as he approached, a smile spreading across her face.

“Azriel,” she greeted him warmly. “What brings you here?”

He hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside her. “I found your journal,” he admitted, watching her expression closely.

Her eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “You read it?”

He nodded, feeling his heart pound in his chest. “Yes. And I need to know... the poetry. Is it about me?”

Y/N’s blush deepened, but she met his gaze, her eyes filled with vulnerability. “Yes, Azriel. It’s about you.”

Relief and joy washed over him, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She looked at him, her expression a mix of hope and uncertainty. “You were?”

He reached out, taking her hand in his. “Yes. Because I feel the same way, Y/N. I’ve just been too blind to see it.”

Her smile brightened, and she squeezed his hand. “Then we’re both idiots.”

Azriel laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her gently. “I can live with that.”

As they sat together in the library, surrounded by the quiet rustle of pages and the soft glow of lanterns, Azriel felt a sense of peace and happiness he hadn’t known in a long time. Cassian’s teasing might have been annoying, but it had led him to the truth. And for that, he was grateful.

And somewhere in the House of Wind, Cassian was probably writing his own poetry about how hopelessly romantic Azriel could be. But for now, Azriel didn’t care. He had found his light in the darkness, and that was all that mattered.

[smoosnoom]

isn't it so crazy that all the best writing and music and art is done when it's sincere

[dibatag]

Malick and Henry's mom, who died a hot minute ago, but she was an absolute brute

Also hi sideblog, you guys get extra art I dont feel like putting on my main sometimes

[thewastedpotential]

Put these 4 in a room together who would be the first one crying and who would be the last one in a room?

My opinion? The first one out? Duchess. The last one in the room? Ramona.

[vaguely-concerned]

every so often, varric will write a black fox story. not anything fancy or for publication or anything, just for fun and because he knows hawke has a soft spot for them. ("an intrepid hero getting into and out of all kinds of trouble and the merry band of misfits following inseparably in his wake? can't imagine why".) some of them are experimental, some of them are straightforward retellings; they're generally pretty short and quick to do, so he allows himself to play around with form and genre and language more than he does in his professional work. stretching over the span of almost twenty years as they do, they contain some of his favourite pieces of his own writing, and some of the most '...was I huffing lyrium fumes or drunk or both for this one, hawke? what the actual hell is this' pieces. hawke keeps every single one of them. varric speculates that this is either because they're just that sentimental, or possibly that it's for future blackmailing purposes. he usually has one ready for their birthday. they have so much blackmail material on him anyway by this point, he figures, what's one more piece of ammunition going to do one way or the other.

varric finishes one of these black fox tales a couple of nights before he brings rook with him to minrathous — the last one. it's about the very last black fox story, the one where the black fox and his friends all disappear together into the depths of arlathan forest, where those in the know say you can find them to this very day, if you know where to look, or if you ever find yourself in trouble and in need of a helping hand. they'll turn up to aid a traveller in need, and disappear back between the shaded trees again once the day is saved, squabbling all the way, seeking treasures and unlikely quests yet unfound and unimagined.

they say on some days, you can hear them as laughter and friendly bickering on the wind from a couple of clearings over. it's not the end, it's just other adventures, some other place. that's the thing about stories. they're funny that way.

(once he wrote a book for his mother on her deathbed and read it to her through the comfortless and drawn-out hours of the troubled nights, and he burned the book the day she died and never spoke of it again.)

after he finishes the manuscript, he sits with it for a long time in the quiet and the candlelight before he wraps it up properly and sends it off back home to kirkwall. he attaches a note -- a story, to the best of all my stories, the one I'd tell forever if I could. take care of each other while I'm gone. first one to arrive saves seats at the bar, right? happy birthday, and send all my lack of love to the merchant's guild, as always. —Varric

he sends that to hawke. just in case. and then he gets up and he goes to find rook — it's time to get going.