#series3

[the-enzyme]

I got a few dolls from Amzn once again. I still haven't lost all hope of getting Paula Purrfect from Nanana Surprise Minis series 2, despite having had zero luck so far. I haven't seen these being restocked at all in stores near me. I unfortunately didn't get her once again, from the one box I got from Amzn from series 2. I did get one of the four I am after from series 3, so that's at least some progress! Lol! I sadly haven't seen series 3 in stores near me yet. I'll probably have to go through hoops and loops once again, to get the other three I really want... such is my luck with these trading things! Sucks to live in the middle of nowhere sometimes! DX

I also got Strawberry Shortcake from the Loyal Subjects line of 5-inch action-dolls. She's adorable, I wish they had Rainbow Brite in stock as well, so I could have gotten her as well. Now I'm going to have to search for her everywhere else. *sigh*

I aslo got some acrylic resin Vallejo Plastic Putty, to see if I can manage to mod my 3D-artist PU-resin-cast RE4 Leon S. Kennedy head sculpt's eyes, to be more accurate, to the OG-game version. It's supposed to be used for filling in gaps in scaled models, but I just need a tiny amount of material to mod the upper eyelid. I am hopping this will work perfect for that. Since, I am not sure I could do so with Apoxie Sculpt, it's just too tiny of an area for my humongous human fingers to fit in there, and I'm pretty tiny for an old-fart-adult-human-female (barely 5-3" and scrawny as the dickens!). I'm hoping since this is a liquid that can be sanded after curing, I won't have to do much sculpting/sanding in such a tiny area. I wanted to get the Gaianotes putty, but I've lost all hope of ever finding that in-stock, since it is so popular with toy/model customizers everywhere, it seems. And not that many places carry it or export/import it. T___T;; I'll settle for whichever putty I can get my hands on, for now.

I got my Japan toy haul as well, as another VC head sculpt, so I'll be photobombing for a while longer! (;

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"The Thorned Prince"

- Jin Grandet

Bloodstained Roses: Ikemen Prince Lore Series3

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: Jin Grandet

Genre: Angst; then Fluff

Word Count: ~2000

Summary:

A blade sharpened by grief. A door standing between vengeance and the past. A truth waiting.

Jin walks the palace halls, a knife in hand and revenge in his heart. The king who let his mother die lies just beyond the door. But fate has a different path for him...

SPOILER WARNING: There be spoilers ahead for Jin's route. So if you have not read his route and do not want spoiler's please do NOT keep reading.

The blade in Jin’s hands was heavy—not from weight, but from purpose. It was a rusted thing, dulled by time, jagged like the pieces of him they had broken. A weapon made for desperation, not dignity. But dignity had never saved anyone.

It didn’t matter. A clean cut wasn’t necessary.

The only thing that mattered was blood.

His feet moved silently across the palace halls, though his pulse pounded so violently it felt like his ribs might crack from the force. The air was too still, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting. Waiting for him.

The scent of burning wax and aged parchment clung to the air, thick and cloying, as though the very essence of power had soaked into the palace’s bones. The scent of untouched wealth. He hated it. It smelled like comfort he had never known, like food he had never tasted, like medicine that had never been hers.

The tap of his footsteps was swallowed by the thick carpets, but he could still hear the faint crackle of torches, the distant murmur of guards somewhere beyond the walls. Everything in this place was pristine, gleaming under the golden glow of chandeliers that had burned for generations.

For them.

His mother had never set foot in these halls—at least, not that he knew of. But the palace had stolen something from her. He could taste the truth like copper on his tongue, sharp and bitter, unspoken but never forgotten. He could feel it in the way she avoided his questions, in the sadness that lined her smile, in the way she gripped his hand just a little tighter when he asked about their past.

She had once been someone else, someone more than the tired woman who gave him all the food off her plate and whispered lullabies while coughing into her sleeve.

Had she been loved here?

Had she been important?

Or had she been discarded—not by choice, but by force?

All he knew for certain was this: the palace had left them to suffer.

And now it lived peacefully behind these walls, untouched by the hunger and cold that had stolen her from him.

Jin clenched his jaw, but the bile in his throat burned, thick and sour. The air here felt wrong—too clean, too rich, heavy with the scent of perfume and wax, untouched by sickness or grief. It choked him, smothered him. The back of his throat itched with the taste of something bitter and unwanted.

They had taken everything.

His mother had been good, kind, full of warmth even when the world had been cruel to her. And he had watched her wither.

Day by day, she had grown thinner, weaker.

Her laughter had faded, her hands had become cold, and he—her son, her child—had been helpless to stop it.

No.

Not helpless.

He had fought.

He had begged, stolen, been abused and bled for the medicine that was supposed to save her.

And what had they given him for his desperation?

A cruel trick. A promise wrapped in deceit. A deal that left him bruised and broken in an alleyway, while his mother coughed herself closer to death.

They had lied to him.

They had used him.

And when she died in his arms, the world went cold. The warmth faded from her skin, from their home, from everything.

He had never felt warm since.

Now, the king—the man who had done nothing, who had let her suffer while he lived in luxury—lay just beyond this door. Comfortable. Powerful. Untouched.

Jin’s grip tightened on the hilt of his knife. His pulse roared in his ears.

Would the king even recognize him?

No.

To the king, Jin was nobody. Just another starving face lost in the streets, another nameless soul the palace had turned its back on.

But his mother had known the truth.

Don’t ever go to the palace, Jin. They will kill you.

Why?

What had they done to her? What had she seen that made her so certain?

Had she been cast aside? Had she once meant something to the man beyond this door? Or had she simply been another name, another forgotten life swallowed by the palace’s indifference?

It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t bring her back.

Jin pressed his forehead to the cool wood of the door, his breath steadying, sharpening. The wood smelled of oil and dust, worn smooth by countless hands that had never known hunger.

He could hear his heartbeat, the sound of his own ragged breaths.

The silence of the palace felt suffocating, pressing in around him, thick and unyielding, like the weight of all the lives it had crushed.

This was justice. This was balance.

The palace had let his mother suffer. It had taken everything from her, from him, and done nothing.

Tonight, he would make them pay.

His fingers curled around the door handle. He could feel the cold metal, slick with sweat beneath his palm.

He pushed it open.

And stepped inside.

The grand hall hummed with warmth, the air thick with the rich aroma of roasted meats, buttered bread, and spiced wine. The golden glow of candlelight flickered against the high-vaulted ceilings, catching on the delicate glassware and polished silver that adorned the long dining table. The fireplace crackled behind them, adding to the gentle symphony of the night—clinking utensils, the deep timbre of laughter, and the occasional scrape of a chair against the marble floor.

The real feast, however, wasn’t the one laid out before them—it was in the conversations, the effortless banter that bounced between the princes like a well-worn melody, something Jin had come to know by heart.

Sariel’s birthday.

It wasn’t an event meant for the public, just something small, something private. Despite his usual air of dignity and formality, Sariel had never cared for grand celebrations—so naturally, Clavis had made it his personal mission to ensure that the evening was as over-the-top as possible.

Jin leaned back in his chair, the cool wood pressing against his shoulders, as Clavis dramatically raised his glass, the light catching on the deep color of his grape juice, painting reflections on the silk of his sleeves.

“I’d like to take this moment to honor our dear, beloved Sariel—the ever-stoic, ever-grumpy shepherd of our most unruly flock,” Clavis declared, barely concealing his mischievous grin. His voice carried through the hall, smooth as honey, drawing out a mixture of groans and chuckles from the others. “Your patience is the stuff of legend, your scolding an art form, and your glares? Ah, truly, they could turn even the boldest fool to stone. A gift, really. And yet, despite our best efforts to send you into an early grave, you remain standing. A testament to sheer willpower, or perhaps, divine punishment for whatever sins you committed in a past life.”

Licht, sitting two seats away, let out a quiet sigh, as he took a slow sip. Yves, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose as if physically warding off a headache.

“Just say thank you and sit down, hell-cat,” Sariel replied dryly, though the faintest hint of a smirk played at his lips.

“Oh, but I must insist—”

Clavis didn’t get to finish. Leon, grinning like a fool, reached over and yanked him back into his chair, nearly spilling both their drinks in the process. The sharp clink of glass echoed, but nothing tipped over—just another near-miss in the kingdom of Clavis-induced chaos.

“That’s enough, Clavis. Let the poor man have his meal.”

Across the table, Nokto chuckled, swirling his wine lazily in his glass, watching it catch the light. “For once, I agree. Let the man eat before he throws us all into extra paperwork out of spite.”

Sariel raised an eyebrow, expression flat. “Don’t tempt me.”

Luke, sitting near Licht, was watching it all unfold while shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming speed. The scent of seared meat and rich gravy clung to the air as he took another massive bite.

“D’you guys ever not argue?” he mumbled around a mouthful of beef, earning a sharp look of disapproval from Yves.

“Chew. Then speak,” Yves scolded, shaking his head.

“Ya sound just like Sariel. Next, you’ll make me write an apology letter to the silverware,” Luke shot back, still chewing.

Jin chuckled under his breath, the warmth of the spiced wine lingering on his tongue as he swirled the glass in his hand, watching them—all of them, his brothers.

Leon, the peacemaker, his voice always laced with easygoing warmth.

Licht, quiet but present, his gaze ever-watchful, red eyes reflecting the flickering light of the candles.

Yves, stubborn and prideful, but still deeply, unmistakably kind, his fingers ghosting over the rim of his glass as he sighed in exasperation.

Nokto, smirking as he leaned back, his sharp tongue ever-ready, but his eyes softer than he let on.

Clavis, ever the chaotic force, his laughter an unpredictable rhythm as he made sure no one got too comfortable.

Luke, the youngest, the wild card, always hungry—for food, for fun, for naps and the avoidance of work.

And then, Chevalier.

Jin’s gaze landed on him. Seated at the head of the table, calm as ever, he looked carved from marble—elegant, untouched, immovable. But even he wasn’t impervious. The faintest twitch of his brow betrayed his irritation with Clavis’s antics.

This was their family.

Their strange, chaotic, complicated family.

Jin hadn’t grown up here like most of them had. He hadn’t been raised in these halls, hadn’t spent his childhood knowing the warmth of family or the security of the palace walls. He had spent years believing his only place in the world was a ramshackle shack on the outskirts of the kingdom, cold and barren—only to learn, far too late, that his blood had always tied him to it.

For so long, he had thought he was meant to be alone. That warmth, laughter, belonging—those were things for other people. Not for him.

But sitting here, listening to them, smelling the slow-burning wax of the candles, feeling the heat of the fire against his back, watching the way they moved around each other like pieces of the same whole, he felt it settle deep in his bones—the truth.

He was home.

A quiet warmth spread through his chest, steady and certain. He didn’t need the throne. He had never wanted it.

But this? This was what he wanted. To be their older brother. To take care of them in whatever way he could. To make sure they were happy.

He wasn’t a ruler. He wasn’t a warrior.

But he could be this.

He could be the one who made sure Clavis didn’t burn the palace down with his elaborate pranks.

The one who reminded Yves to take breaks when he got too caught up in his own perfectionism.

The one who checked in on Licht when he retreated into silence for too long.

The one who made sure Luke actually did his work instead of napping the day away.

The one who kept Nokto from drowning in distractions or getting himself killed by one of them.

And most of all, he could be the one who stood beside Chevalier—not as a subject, not as an outsider, not as an accident of birth.

But as a brother.

His brother.

A brother who understood the weight he carried. A brother who would fight for this family—not because of duty or blood, but because he chose to.

Jin hesitated, just for a second, feeling the weight of it all—the laughter, the warmth, the familiar smell of wine and roasted meat, the glow of candlelight dancing over polished silver. And then, with a slow breath, he lifted his glass.

“To Sariel,” he said, his voice steady, warm. "For enduring us for another year."

A round of laughter followed, and even Sariel gave a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

The celebration continued, the voices of his brothers weaving together in the kind of harmony that only came from years of understanding one another. And Jin, sitting among them, listening, watching, being, knew with certainty:

This was enough.

This was everything.

And he would protect it for as long as he lived.

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[uzi-x33]

one piece queer characters rant<33

little reminder Yamato is a trans man. He goes by he/him, he takes baths with all the men, everyone in the series, calls him by male pronouns, “oh but that’s cus she wants to be oden, not cus she’s a man😖🥺” OMG PLEASEEEE STFUUUU THATS JUST WRONG INFO, HAVE U SEEN THE SERIES3!1?2 yes, he wants to be oden, he wants to be like oden, but that is not the reason he chooses to go by he/him. If Oda wants to make trans/gender neutral characters let him do that without being a little hoe abt it. Kikunojo is also canonically trans. In one scene someone calls her a swordsman, chopper asks her “wait ur a man?” And she says “i am a woman at heart” ODA HAS MADE TRANS CHARACTERS BEFORE OMFG‼️ need i even mention bon-clay, who is a gender neutral character, and i just want to say, with oda’s portals of his queer character, they are always good characters, sure some portals can be a little out of taste sometimes, but for more info on that, please go too melonteee’s YouTube video. His portals are always in a good light and he always has good intentions. I’m not gonna argue w the bad side of this fandom that insists on Yamato being a woman. 🤷🏼‍♀️ thanks for listening to my rant🔥🔥😋

srry abt this chat im going crazy😭😭✋

[cloudsofbespin]

Hello! I really enjoy your DM-posts! Could I ask you how you feel about DM in the show going forward? Because, honestly I’m a bit worried. Would love to hear your thoughts on it!

So what unsettles me a bit about it is the fact that they already turned Daniel into a vampire, especially in combination with the decision to never(!) show the turning. I’m a huge fan of this interpretation of Daniel and Armand thus far, but them turning Daniel already has made me a bit worried about where they are going with it - and if it’s a focus at all. Cause most of the stuff from the DM chapter is kinda un-adoptable now. There won’t be a human-vampire relationship, no Daniel teaching Armand about the human world and no fights about immortality. Even their intense power imbalance, which is an essential part of the chase, is kinda gone now, even though obviously Armand is still a lot stronger. I’m actually fine with most of this, bit sad about the loss of a human-vampire romance ngl. The only thing is I wonder how they are actually going to do the romance? Cause I gotta be real, I would hate a cliche hate-love relationship where’s it’s all about sexual tension. It’s just very shallow. I also don’t want Daniel to be reduced to being an “emotional-service-vampire” to Armand by chasing after him and being fascinated by him. Obviously it’s very romantic for Armand to have someone be obsessed with him for a change, and I’m not totally against such a scenario - but I just really don’t want the complexity of Daniel’s character be reduced to serve such a plot. Daniel definitely hates Armand at the end of the series, understandably so given the literal torture and the psychological trauma he went through. I felt annoyed that this was so quickly put aside in s2e5 and especially s2e6 and it just makes me worry it will be even less of a thing next season. Or it will be used in a shallow way to have Daniel express hatred of Armand to serve a shallow hate-attraction dynamic. There should be some actual romance, no? I can get behind an enemies-to-lovers thing, but it needs to be well-developed and have depth. I’m just not sure we will get that? Hopefully I’m being too pessimistic. I just feel a bit like Daniel’s character was at times reduced as to make him almost one-dimensional to serve the greater plot last series (in the aforementioned instance in particular). Daniel is a secondary character, so not being a main focus is understandable but reductive character writing is always painful to see. However, it all comes down to how he’s written next series. So hopefully I’ll be proven wrong here.

Rolin’s comments making it sounds as Armand turning Daniel it’s “the” DM thing, no matter the context - and that we’ve already “had two seasons of DM”, really made me sad and annoyed. Cause he can’t be serious! We haven’t gotten anything(!) yet. Even most of the looks between Armand and Daniel can simply be interpreted as Armand looking at Daniel with disdain as he tries to stop him from revealing the truth, and Daniel’s looks can easily be interpreted as a motivated journalist being intrigued by a mystery. I understand why people read their interactions as attraction, I’m not saying that’s wrong - my point is just that we haven’t even gotten anything real and substantial or any actual crumbs yet. Which is fine, if we get something real at some point but Rolin’s comments just worries me in this regard. Please tell me I’m overly worried? Also the mere fact that Armand turns Daniel is not DM, and since it was offscreen we actually didn’t even get that. Also what does this mean in how invested the writers are in this dynamic? I think that is what worries me the most. I understand skipping it in s2, but it’s been stated that we’ll never see it.

I just have lost a lot of faith in the writers here, even though I loved a lot of other stuff in the series. Could I ask you how you think DM is going to develop in series3 and/or 4? And separately, what is some stuff you would like to see? Sorry for the somewhat downer ask, I just really like your blog and reading your thoughts - so I wqs curious about your take on the situation. Thank you!

hi!!! first thank you for your lovely words and an absolutely wonderful ask. it actually made me ponder things and confront my own hopes/wishes/expectations

as of now i have somehow learned to differentiate between book!dm and show!dm and as a result of that i am basically ready for anything. it feels like this great weight has been lifted off my shoulders ever since i stopped agonizing over whether past!dm happened or not. because honestly? i am convinced that they can and will hit some of the major emotional book beats even without their past romantic relationship

as for rolin's "seasons and seasons of devil's minion" comment my interpretation has always been that all of that -- all of their interactions -- are a part of the bigger picture and will lead to something. do you remember rolin's sdcc 2022 answer to a fan who asked about armand and daniel's relationship? he said: if that relationship is important to you, don't worry. and tbh i have always loved that choice of words. yes it is important. and i'm sure they are all aware. it's not the main romantic relationship of the series and we have to remember that the show is above all louis's story. but yeah. the dm relationship is important to armand, it is important to daniel, and it is important to us as fans.

i think you're incredibly valid to be upset about the lack of human/immortal dynamic if we don't get past!dm but as i've mentioned the story can hit some of the other equally important beats. mainly acceptance. because armand and daniel above all simply fit together. they are freak4freak. they are equally matched. they see each other for who they are. and if the show plays their cards right their romance can be pretty epic. i think that's actually what is most important to me. i really need for them to find in each other someone & something they can't find in anyone else. love and acceptance

[interestingturnofthetables]

So the police are useless. What else is new lol.

Is this Gridlock coded? I’m getting a bit of Gridlock for Series3 vibes

[mountlandme]

I need help looking for a long lost (pre-prime series) crowley/aziraphale fic that was a fan version of what we now know series3 to be about.

Can anyone remember a fairly long fanfic that was written before the prime series (so book Aziraphael and Crowley based i think, but could have been radio show based) that was a fan version of what '668: neighbour of the beast' could have been (thus what S3 will be based on), and included all the details that were known at the time - the American road trip, Aziraphale watching the first free two mins of soft porn cable tv shows, and taking notes on them much to Crowleys amusement and dismay.

I just remembered the fic and desperately need to read it again.

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in hogwarts quiries, ONE PUNCHMAN series3 in same 2027 time plan

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Recommend me an action game

Recommend me an action game so i just platinumed bloodborne and am looking for another game to playsome of the games that i liked are:1.Any from soft game2.Resident evil series3.god of war4.prey(2017)5.Dead Space remake6.Hades7.Witcher 38.MGS 3: snake eateri dont really like any of the ubisoft formula games like spiderman, ghost of tsushima, batman arkham, far cry etc.another thing i want to say is that ive been looking for a survival action game like resident evil or dead space or prey for quite some time but havent found one so if anyone can recommend me something like that id be extra greatful. Submitted April 12, 2024 at 01:29AM by BadMeetsEvil2243 https://ift.tt/SB4fwvb via /r/gaming

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