#that is a hell of a cliffhanger

[turtleblogatlast]

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

[jazeswhbhaven]

*cracks knuckles* Aight, so-

I'm done with Chapter 7, there's no spoilers in this particular post I'm just going to say my initial thoughts before I go over everything I learned.

Loved that we got to hear more of the nobles speaking

A lot of time spent with Hades bois

Glas....I'm watching you buddy

Foras...please.

Leviathan I should of pushed your ass down those stairs, count your days /hj

LEAVE MINHYEOK ALONE ON G A W D

pissed i'm gonna have to wait another 6 months for the next chapter because that's the rate we're going at this point

UGHHHHHHHHHHHH

anyways....I'm going to do a new format for Chapter 7's react btw. Both audio and written so the screenshot part will be audio, and just going over new lore, and important keynotes and theories will be written. I hope ya'll are ready!

the H-scenes will be written as per normal. The CGS definitely have to be cropped because yeahhhhhh lmao ya'll saw them

[laniemae]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OJIMA!!! Praying he makes it through tomorrow’s tetro Friday.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

At this point with the release of Shuffle Of Love, I'm pretty sure Descendants has just, given up on timeline completely because why in the hell was there shots of social media videos on screen, a modern day phone in Merlin Academy, the past characters outfits just blending in with present Descendants outfits and the colors of Auradon in outfits when Auradon has yet to exist?!

[chrollohearttags]

for my reverb girlies, prepare to get y’all bricks ready to throw at me bc the next few chapters are about to piss y’all off. 🤭

[newnamesamecharlotte]

Und nun soll ich einfach ins Bett gehen?? Und morgen einfach arbeiten? Nachdem wie der Tatort geendet ist??

[fortjester]

girls when they stumble back over a fic they read and disliked (bc it was ooc af despite compelling plot points) and they're trying not to read the new chapter bc they promised themselves they wouldn't fucking read any more of it

[parallasso]

finally listened to the new narcissist cookbook album and I have a lot of thoughts but all I'll say now is that it feels fitting that I finally sat down to listen to it when I was struggling to fall asleep

[lebknees]

Why do they all look so f#cking sad?

[aran-morinorea]

Those tags for donating blood are just so scrumptious but I’ve been waiting all week to ask for paradigms, so paradigms pretty pls???

What follows is one of the strangest experiences in Celebrimbor's long and strange life. Annatar takes a step, and the world twists on itself. The utter blackness inverts to searing light; up is down and left is right; what holds him is not remotely elf-shaped - just wheels of flame that spin and blink. Less than half a second later, Annatar is gently setting him on his feet on a thick carpet in a room with no exit.

Celebrimbor has to lean on him for a moment while he gets his bearings.

[p4nishers]

anyone else sick to their stomach w fear over this or is it just me

[nicole-survivor]

What the hell‽

Yo, Martin, dude, my guy... wtf‽‽

What did you bring in and why did Jonathon stop the recording for it? Who is Simon Fairchild?

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Shout out to everyone on here writing PJO/TOA Hunger Games AUs. I love how we're all in our own little hunger games and determined to WIN. May the odds be ever in our favor :).

Tributes (that I know of on here): @apollosgiftofprophecy @theballadofthesunandthestars and ofc me.

[whitenoise-telepath]

I'm losing my marbles I need a new chapter of monkey wrench to be out they cant just LEAVE IT THERE THAT CHAOTER WAS INSANE.

[flowers4gyu]

Truths We Keep

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings - bad, murder, angst (?)

-Moonjo x Jongwoo-

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Drip Drip. All Jongwoo could hear was the dripping sound of the metallic liquid that covered him head to toe. His once white shirt, now stained a crimson red. The knife's pointed blade coated in the red substance.

A beaming smile crossed his slender face. Has this feeling always been here? The feeling of excitement when he takes someone's life? Was it always this entertaining to observe as the life exits his victim's body?

No, no, he shouldn’t think like this. After all, Moonjo was to blame. It was him who had turned Jongwoo into this person. If Moonjo had just left him alone, he might have been leading a regular, sane life. 

Still, a sense of euphoria coursed through his body as he stared down at the mess in front of him. Nothing could stop him from laughing. His body slumped against the cold concrete wall. His head was thrown back as a deep chuckle rippled from his throat. Tears welled in his eyes. Why was he crying? He never cried. Never. The last time he recalled crying was when he had lost his best friend. So why was he crying over something that he deemed to be so trivial?

He dismissed these feelings as a lack of sleep. His laughter echoed off the alleyway's walls and only got louder. His head raced with several questions and thoughts, but one stuck out to him. ‘Should I kill Moonjo or thank him the next time I see him?’ He was unsure. However, he was aware that the bastard deserved a slow and painful death. It was decided. Next time he sees Moonjo, he will kill him.

Jongwoo’s laughter dulled into a quiet chuckle before halting at the sound of slow clapping. “Amazing. Truly amazing.” The intruder whispered into the cold air. A breath of admiration leaving the unknown man’s lips. “Babe.” A sharp breath left Jungwoo’s lungs. His tears dried up along with his mouth. Moonjo. “You know, when I first looked at you, I knew we were the same. The darkness your eyes held and that bright mind of yours.” Moonjo purred, his voice laced with sincerity. “Yet you still seem to amaze me. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses, babe.” He praised, eyes looking down at the dead body in front of him.

Walking closer, Moonjo spoke again. “Why so quiet? Don't tell me you're scared." Jongwoo’s breath hitched in his throat. It felt like his body was failing him. His throat tightened, his legs wobbled, and his hands shook. “Moonjo?” Jongwoo’s voice quivered. “Yes, babe?” Moonjo stared at him with a devilish grin. “I’m going to kill you.” Jongwoo’s voice came out in a hushed whisper. “What was that, babe?” Moonjo crouched so they were now face to face. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Jongwoo shouted before swinging his fist into Moonjo’s jaw. Moonjo’s head cocked to the side with a harsh snap, yet his body remained still. 

The awkward silence that ensued added to the tension between the two. Moonjo spoke again, his head still turned to the left. "I enjoy it when you act so aggressive, even if it's towards me.” His voice sounded husky and filled with desire. “Why?” Moonjo shifted his head back to face the younger man. “Why, what babe?” “Why me?” In response, he shook his head at Jongwoo and lifted himself back to his regular height. He replied, “You’re perfect. Don’t you get it? You are a work of art. My own invention.”

Moonjo gazed into Jongwoo’s eyes and brushed a small curl behind his ear. His hair has gotten so long, Moonjo thought. “Do you understand that? You're mine." Jongwoo whacked Moonjo’s hand away and retracted his body from the tight hold."I am not your possession." Jongwoo said, getting up to leave. "Haven't you been curious about my whereabouts? or more importantly, what I’ve been up to?” The lanky man shouted at the other, bloodied man. Hearing this, Jongwoo paused and spun to face the taller man. "Excuse me? What gives you the impression that I even remotely care about you?” Jongwo accused. "I can see it in your eyes, how much you miss me." Moonjo replied quickly, almost as if he knew what Jongwoo was going to say.

Jongwoo’s eyes widened in surprise at the person before him. “What?” he whispered before getting cut off by Moonjo. “There's no use pretending, babe.” The sound of Jongwoo’s heavy breathing cut into the unbearable silence that followed Moonjo’s statement. “I know you imagine me there by your side when you kill, maybe even imagining it was me beneath your blade. Maybe that's why you enjoy it so much—the thought of me is present even in the most vulnerable of moments.” Jongwoo’s eyes twitched in anger, yet he couldn’t deny the way his words described him so perfectly. “The only time I bother to remember your pathetic face is when I imagine all the ways I want to kill you.” Hearing this, Moonjo’s smile only widened. “Oh? Is that so? Tell me more, Jongwoo.” His name sounded so nice rolling off his tongue.

Unsure as to what to reply with, Jongwoo clenched his fists again and prepared to leap onto the man; despite how much he wanted to tell him, to let his anger out, to shout and scream, words were simply not enough. He had to kill Moonjo to ease his mind, to ease his pain, to put an end to this cat-and-mouse chase once and for all. Perhaps this would put him onto the right path, the same path he was so happily walking along until Moonjo came and took that opportunity right out of his hands. “I hate you, Moonjo; I always have and always will. You showing up changes nothing; I will always hate you.” 

Silence coated the air in a suffocating and unbearable stillness. A soft chuckle broke through the tension, snapping Jongwoo out of his fury-induced trance. Just what was Jongwoo doing to him? All Jongwoo would do is push and push Moonjo away. So why did he feel so attached, so connected to this man? Moonjo used to think about this every night in his room while he peered into the hole he had so smartly crafted in the wall to watch Jongwoo while he slept unknowingly. Jongwoo had always been so perfect, an outstanding young man. Someone who succeeded in everything he did. No matter what Jongwoo did, Moonjo would always find him perfect. From his poetry to the way he would wash his hair. He had Moonjo hooked. He needed to know him—or, well, rather ruin him. He had strategically molded Jongwoo into his own creation. A man of power. A man who held the choice of whether someone got to live or die. Whether his character in his book would kill by gutting or by strangling his victim with a guitar string. Jongwoo was his, and nothing would be able to change that, even Jongwoo himself.

“We both know you don’t mean that.” Moonjo smoothly whispered into his ear, an unsettling smile stretching wide across his face. Jongwoo’s confidence was fading with each moment they held eye contact. “I mean it, Moonjo, I hate you for what you did to me, what you’ve made me become.” Jongwoo bit back, hoping to regain some dignity. “I made you do this? Oh please, I only opened your eyes to the side of you that you so desperately hoped to ignore.” Moonjo harshly yelled, “I introduced you to your real self; I showed you who you really were. It’s not my fault we happen to be so much alike.” Moonjo answered while still holding eye contact. “Take Yoo Gi-Hyeok, for example. I opened his eyes to who he really was, which turned out to be that he was a greedy and selfish man.” This time Moonjo broke eye contact. “You, Jongwoo, are an incredibly talented artist. Someone who not only rids the world of men like Yoo Gi-Hyeok but someone who creates beautiful pieces of art and poetry using the deaths of his victims as an inspiration.” Moonjo let out a small chuckle, “You are perfect, my perfect invention.”

Jongwoo wanted to snap back, to warn Moonjo to back off, to tell him that he's not his ‘invention.’ But yet no words came out. Not even a single snarky remark. With this, Moonjo simply smiled and leaned forward to wipe the blood off Jongwoo's cheek. Taking the smeared blood on his slim finger into his mouth. “Make sure to clean this up; wouldn’t want people to ask questions, now would you?” Moonjo said, cupping Jongwoo’s pale cheek. With this, Moonjo straightened himself up and uttered one last thing, “Take care of yourself, Jongwoo.” 

Footsteps slowly began to echo off the alleyways’ walls as Moonjo took his leave. “Moonjo! Where are you going? We're not done here!” Jongwoo yelled out after the fading figure. Pausing, Moonjo turned to face Jongwoo once more, “We’ll see each other again, babe; don't worry.” Moonjo smirked. “So what? You're just going to leave like you did that day at the hospital?” Jongwoo screamed into the cool air, interrupting the peace and tranquility that followed Moonjo’s previous statement. “I’ve always been there with you, Jongwoo. I always will be.” Moonjo whispered, turning to face the end of the alleyway once more, walking away from Jongwoo, with no doubt that the two would meet again. 

With this, Jongwoo was left in an empty—well, almost empty—alleyway with his racing mind and sore heart. Jongwoo had gotten what he wanted: for Moonjo to leave him alone. But now he wasn’t so sure that's what he wanted. He couldn’t help the way his heart hurt watching Moonjo walk away, unsure if Moonjo really meant what he had said. All Jongwoo could do was hope that the two would cross paths again. Even if it meant meeting at the end of each other's blades.

[elephantlovemedleys]

I JUST JUMPED OFF MY FUCKING CHAIR