#they both left for something accidentally

[emmabirb8]

Bill Cipher really is the funkiest little guy, isn't he?

He's a demon. He had parents. He destroyed his home dimension save for one singular atom. He was born different from the rest of his people and could see in 3D. He's a narcissistic maniac. He misses his mommy. He's a cruel, manipulative asshole. He accidentally got a little too attached and fell in love with a human, then had a drunken meltdown when they broke up. He created a throne of frozen human agony and tried to kill two twelve year olds.

He's incredibly lonely.

Personally, my biggest takeaway from The Book of Bill is the confirmation that my suspicions about him are (most likely) correct. Bill Cipher is miserable. He's been miserable since losing his family and entire home dimension, and everything he's done since then is nothing but one big attempt to distract himself from his mistakes.

Like, okay. I get that Bill is a master manipulator. He's a big fat liar, and everything he says and does is meant to be taken with a grain of salt. He wants readers and viewers to feel bad for him. He wants us to sympathize and woobify and get attached so he can use that to his advantage. BUT ALSO, I think The Book of Bill still sheds light on the fact that he IS broken deep down.

Everything that we know of Bill is almost entirely a meticulously constructed facade. He's a faker. He's all smoke and mirrors. He suffered a massive trauma (whether it happened on purpose or by accident is up for debate since he is nothing if not a horrendously unreliable narrator), and he had to find some way to cope. So he decided to live in denial. Denial of his failures, his true feelings, and, ultimately, everything that he is. He described the "entity" that destroyed his home dimension as a "monster," and, knowing what we know, that's what he believes about himself. He told Ford the answer of who that entity was would "eat [him] alive" and, in actuality, I think that was more of a thinly veiled admission that his deep-seated guilt over what he did eats him alive. Bill buried that guilt, all those negative feelings, all his mistakes deep, DEEP down, and then decided that if he was a monster, he might as well be a damn fierce one.

Bill became great at manipulation because that was the key to making his whole scheme work -- if he could control what everyone thought of him, make people fear him, bend them to his will and squeeze whatever he can out of them, he could be the meanest, nastiest, most cunning monster to ever exist, and he could keep living in denial. They can't make fun of you for your differences, for being weird (something I suspect happened to him in his home dimension) if you're the KING of weird and can kill with the snap of your fingers. If they fear you, they won't look too closely, into the tiny minuscule cracks in your facade, and see the painful truth.

Bill leaned hard into his role as Nightmare Demon to fool himself into believing all of that too.

But like I said, he's lonely. He has no one (besides his "henchmaniacs," but they're no substitute for real connection). I find it SO interesting how he speaks to Ford in The Book of Bill. "We both know you don't really want to be left alone. Admit it, you LOVE how important I make you feel. . . . [N]obody else really gets you, do they? Without me, you'll always feel unseen, surrounded by dolts who don't recognize your true potential. You've always felt alone in a crowd, haven't you? . . . you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow, who would even miss you?" -- I think he's projecting. Those are all things that are true about himself and his connection to Ford, but he's pinning it on Ford because he can't bring himself to face it head on.

Bill Cipher is a villain. He's evil. He's a demon. He really did ALL OF THAT.

But he is also a pathetic dorky sopping wet meow meow of a character who is constantly desperately trying to run away from himself.

And now, in the Theraprism, he has no access to his usual coping mechanisms. He has no choice but to finally face reality and figure out a way to do what he's been avoiding doing for literal millennia: to just be.

[hsunrry]

special room // one shot harry styles

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request.

words: ~1,1k

warnings: smut18+, praise, degradation, glory hole, bondage, ball gag, knife play, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

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“can i know already what’s gonna be in that room?” you pouted, looking up at him. it was frustrating. he was keeping you away from this one room that was empty in your house for almost two years, when he came up with ‘brilliant’ idea to do something in it. you liked surprises, of course, but not when it’s in renovation for almost two months!

“patient, sweetheart.” he grinned, pecking your pout. “they’re almost done, so i can show you what it is tomorrow.” you were guessing so many times already what could possibly be in this room, but you’d never expect what he showed you the next day. when he opened the doors for you, you froze and your breath hitched in your throat. “so, what do you think?” he squeezed your shoulders gently. “since we’re both into it sometimes, i figured this could be a room for it.”

“i don’t know what to say.” you spoke finally, going further into the room. you were looking at something similar to the room from 50 shades of Grey, but even more equipped. “this is amazing.” you smiled, looking around the room.

“i knew you’d like it.” he placed his both hands on your waist, leaning to your neck from behind and placing few kisses there. he let go of you and went to one of the walls. he pushed the button and wall started appearing from it towards you.

“a wall.” you said, slightly confused. “with a hole.” you looked at him.

“well, i thought we could have a glory hole here too.” he smiled.

“oh yeah, like you can actually handle me giving you a head without touching me.” you smirked. he chuckled lowly.

“we can always test it.” he grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, taking it off you. “besides, i wanted to test few things here anyway.” he left you only in underwear. he grabbed a knife from the holder, tilting your chin up with it. “what would you say, doll?” you only nodded. he looked down at your breasts covered in bra, putting a knife in between them. “i’ll just buy you a new one.” he mumbled, cutting your bra in half. he accidentally cut you, causing your quiet whine. “oh, i’m sorry sweetheart.” he grinned, leaning down with his face between your tits, licking the small amount of blood that escaped your body. he placed few kisses around this place, looking up at you. the tip of the knife traced around your nipple, causing it to harden even more than it already was. “kneel down at this side.” he gestured towards the wall with his head. you knew that he loved when you were sucking him, but the thing was: he loved to touch you while you were doing it. even if it was just holding your hair or cupping your cheek. so basically, you knew damn well that he’s not gonna last long without doing it. you kneeled down, your face at the perfect height of the hole. you could hear him undressing and after few seconds his erected cock appeared on your side of the wall. you licked your lips and spat on it right after. when you started stroking him to spread it, you could see his hand gripping the side of the thin wall. you heard a low moan when you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking and lapping your tongue around it. “fuck.” he gasped, his hand gripping the wall tighter. you started bobbing your head on him, when suddenly you felt him pulling out from your mouth and hole.

“what are you-“ he cut you off by gripping you by your waist and pushing you on the bed. he ripped off your panties, grabbing long, black rope from one of the hooks.

“you were right.” he said, tying your hands and arms to your torso. “i can’t stand you sucking me off without touching you.” he bent your legs in your knees, spreading you open for him and tying it to the rest of your body. “so now i’ll fuck you so hard and you won’t be able to touch me.” he tied it tightly, looking at his work with a grin. he started stroking himself. “you look so good like that, holy fuck.” he gasped, grabbing ball gag from the shelf. “open wide for me.” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth. he placed it in your mouth, clasping it at the back of your head. he pulled your body to himself, on the edge of the bed, entering your pussy in one swift motion. your moans muffled by a ball when he started pounding fast and hard. your body arched as much as rope allowed and your eyes rolling back inside your head. “taking my cock so well, such a good girl.” he panted, gripping your hips tighter. “gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” he smacked your breast, causing your another muffled moan. his movements were fast and rough, he never fucked you that hard in your entire relationship. when he saw you nearing your climax he pinched your clit. “gonna come for me, slut?” he panted. “come on, i’m not done yet.” he fucked you at the same intensity through your first orgasm. your inner walls clenching around his dick when you cried out into ball gag. he pulled out, grabbing a knife and cutting ropes on your legs. he grabbed your hips, rolling you onto your stomach. your legs dangling off the bed when he resumed his fast movements in your cunt. your cheek pressed to the bed, when he was fucking you deeper this time. tears from mixed pleasure and pain rolling down your face on the sheets. he was panting so hard and moving so fast you could feel his sweat dripping on your ass and lower back from his hair. he quickly unclasped the ball from your head. “wanna hear you when you come again for me.”

“f-fuck.” you stuttered, your voice raspy. he grinned, moving even faster if possible. “oh my fucking god!” you cried out, clenching around his cock and triggering his own release.

“holy fuck!” he panted, filling you with his sprouts. his dick twitching inside you, emptying himself completely. he collapsed on your back, kissing your shoulder few times. only thing you could hear in this room was irregular breaths. he untied you, wrapping his body around you right after. he caressed your hair, pecking your lips few times. “you did so good for me baby, i love you so much, we’ll go take a bath in few minutes, okay?”

“okay, i love you too.” you smiled softly.

[corviiids]

hello if you are still accepting death note submissions, how about astarion

amazing submission thank you

verdict: no to both investigative questions. could astarion beat kira? probably, but not the normal way.

could astarion intuit the mechanics of the death note

no.

could astarion identify light yagami

no.

listen. i love astarion very much. he's very clever. but only in all the wrong directions. he has no ability to plan ahead. or really plan at all. he's too impatient to sit around and analyse clues. his plan for beating cazador was to walk into cazador's palace fuck around and find out. 10000% he couldn't beat light at his own game, so that's out, but honestly it might be more effective to beat light yagami NOT at his own game (like ending a chess game by just upending the chessboard) because L tried that and it didn't really work out.

what im saying is if the rest of the worm gang figures out that light is kira, astarion could probably beat him from there. but if you left astarion to his own devices and went "can you find kira" he'd give up.

i do think he might like, accidentally eat light or something though. that counts.

could astarion survive

ok here we run into some interesting questions. for the other ones ive been kind of waffling between whether im putting the character in the death note universe but borrowing their contextual abilities from their own universe, vs putting light yagami/kira/etc into the character's universe... i think due to baldur's gate being the way it is we have to put light in bg3, because astarion's backstory is so contextual and historical you cant really remove him from it while preserving all the relevant factors. what im talking about is two things

can light yagami figure out astarion's surname

what happens if you write an undead person's name in the death note

which are linked - because does light know that astarion is a vampire and therefore undead? the most straightforward way to find astarion's surname is to find his tombstone, but in order to do that light would have to know that astarion had died.

more to the point, the first rule of the death note is:

The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

where we run into TWO problems. the death note takes place in the 'real' world where there are only humans and obvious non-humans (ie animals and shinigami), so there's really no need to make any finer distinction.

but astarion is 1) an elf and 2) a vampire. so does the death note work on elves?? maybe? but an undead vampire ISN'T a human, not in the normal sense and also not in the extrapolated sense where you can assume elves and humans having similar personhood probably have the same rules apply. vampires are undead! that's very different! you cant kill a vampire with a heart attack!!! his heart isn't even working!!!

ALSO

You cannot kill humans at the age of 124 or over with the Death Note.

if we say aging stops when vampires die the first time, then astarion was 39, but then we're saying he's dead, in which case he probably can't die again. if we say aging continues as a vampire, then he's over 200, and he's excluded by this rule.

so i feel like astarion survives due to some stupid loophole.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thank you for the role you play in this fandom, I don't know what we would do without Aziraphale's fic library

Today I wanted to ask if you knew fics where Aziraphale and Crowley are bitter exes who end up realizing later that they haven't stopped loving the other.

Thank you 💛

Hi! We have #getting back together and #reunion tags you can check for plenty more fics like this. Here are more to add...

Even Now, I Still Love You by Zakani_Donovan (T)

It had been 6 years since Crowley had last spoken to Aziraphale, and considering their nasty little breakup, he hadn't expected their next conversation to start with them suddenly being neighbors.

Down to the River by CemeteryAngel725 (E)

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Crowley walked out of Azi’s life and broke both of their hearts. Since then, Azi has been living in suspended animation, working in the army/navy surplus booth he inherited from his dad and writing horror novels. Now Tony is back from the city, flush with success and wanting to catch up with Azi. Should Azi risk his heart and try to reclaim what they’ve lost? Or is it too late to start over?

Reason Enough by ffonippop (E)

Crowley and Aziraphale’s entire relationship spanned just a little under eleven months. If dissected, the entire affair can be categorized very neatly into three parts: a rocky beginning, a rocky middle, and a rocky end. It devastates Crowley, how something that was so promising and held so much potential could end in such a shitstorm. Diminished to nothing but a hungover, sad, and lonely stain on his couch, Crowley is left to wonder if it was always going to end this way— or if it’s ended yet at all.

Like a Martyr, Not Enough (The Decoy Bride) by vines_and_vellichor (M)

Author Aziraphale Eastlowe had been a dutiful son for the entirety of his life… mostly. After a bout of teenage rebellion, he learnt that disobedience only brings misery and heartbreak to those he cares about; it’s better for everyone to toe the line and make the most out of the plan that has been laid out for you by your family and God. When a courtship with the famous Christian singer Gabriella Archer presented an opportunity to exit the dog-eat-dog world of city life, the last thing he expected was an existence plagued by writer’s block and a wedding so enticing to the British press that the privilege of a private ceremony was tantamount to successfully teaching a duck to play the accordion. In desperation, they turn to Taddesfild, a remote island in the Outer Hebrides, to marry. Things go south when a convoluted plan by Gabriella’s agents culminates in hiring local resident Anthony J Crowley as a decoy bride to put the paparazzi off the scent. The very person Aziraphale distinctly remembered dumping nineteen years ago. The situation is less than ideal: his fiancee is missing, the island is infested with bloodthirsty photographers and he has just accidentally gotten married to his ex.

Borrowed Words by sunrisesinthesuburbs (M)

Anthony J. Crowley, best selling author, has writer's block. He could blame the Accident, but deep down he knows his block started way before. He hasn't written anything in too long, if we choose to ignore the dozens of unsent letters addressed to the angel he lost two decades ago, when he moved to New York City. When his best (and only) friend convinces him to take a little vacation in a small town in Connecticut, he expects peace and quiet. He doesn't expect to see the smile that still haunts his dreams again. Apparently, small towns are full of surprises, and how late is too late? The world stops spinning on its axis or, at the very least, Crowley stops breathing. This is absolutely impossible. He forces himself to swallow, to take a deep breath, as he doesn’t want to scare this girl off. Muriel, who is still smiling, all bright and wide and just like- Oh, God. “A bookshop, you said?” He chokes out. This is impossible, and he’s being ridiculous. He is in London, this is just a sick coincidence and his stupid brain playing stupid games. “Yes, you can see it if you turn around.” Crowley doesn’t move. “It’s called A. Z. Fell Books.” Now, the world definitely stops spinning.

Sinking Ships by AppleSeeds (E)

The world is practically on fire and it feels like nobody's doing anything about it, but Crowley's outlook brightens considerably when a new member arrives at his local climate action committee. Crowley is immediately smitten, and is thrilled when he and Aziraphale become fast friends, although he can't help but hope they might one day become something more. When all of his wishes come true, Crowley starts to feel like life couldn't possibly get any better. He can picture exactly what his future is going to look like, until something happens that feels like a powerful bolt of lightning has struck and split Crowley's life right down the middle, with everything before that moment on one side, and everything that is to come - scorched, lifeless and devastated - on the other. With the help of a counsellor, Crowley begins the difficult journey of picking up the pieces and working through what's happened. When Aziraphale unexpectedly comes back into his life, Crowley finally has the chance to get some answers, revealing that the truth is very different from what he was led to believe. Now he just needs to figure out whether that changes anything.

- Mod D

[v-67]

Just watched Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy.

And honestly, I don't like the idea that we were created as a mechanism or that there are backups incase something happens to the current earth

It's really upsetting, and throughout the movie the rats, the twins or whoever they were, if their planet was the same way then it makes sense for them to ask what is life

Because then, the question plays a significant role, when you can create planets, why would you create them? Why would you run a mechanism? What does it bring to the one who does that?

But then, the third explanation of the creation that I would like to accept in a hypothetical sense ofcourse, is that the universe was created accidentally, every fragment, every thing it needed to be was such a beautiful coincidence that the life we see just came to be.

Even though we hate it, and love it, there are all parts to it, and we've made a make believe world which justifies things to us as they are.

And it's great, it's also pathetic, it's all in your perspective. Which is to not say that if you believe that it's pathetic, that you have a bad perspective, it's a perspective, and whatever it is, it's one of many. There's no good or bad, it is just what it is. Just like the universe.

So hypothetically if i were to guess how the universe was made, it wouldn't be someone filling up the oceans and painting the mountains. To me it would be an accident, accident sounds negative but i mean it in a positive way. Let me try again. To me the universe is what it is because amongst innumerable number or probabilities, everything somehow worked out in such a way and in such a line, that we just worked.

And we live, and we die. And that's it.

No after life, no weird bifurcation over hell heaven and nothingness.

We live, we perspective, we die, peace, poof, end.

It sounds depressing when I term it that way, but i think it's peaceful to know that you live for a certain time if you get over the thoughts of existentialism every time you hear it.

But anyways, the movie was a good watch. I wonder if I had read the book i might've loved it more because the book is always much more detailed. And the thing about details is that there's just so much beauty in it. Perspectives.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[firefly464]

Two souls. Both given a second chance. Both waiting for a third.

Some bonus versions under the cut :D

also shoutout to @fishcop for listening to me ramble about this idea and then showing up with a beautiful drawing like. an hour later :D

[umem1ya]

what if. what if I did a whole post abt ex-togame what if.

[neosatsuma]

I love that Ketheric is, iirc, the only American in bg3. Like in the real world I assume they just wanted J.K. Simmons even though he couldn't do a British accent, but I love to bend over backward trying to figure out what it could possibility signify in-universe. like. he's from space. not to be confused with the astral sea, which is space but british.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Ok so I know I said my New Year's resolution is to buy no new yarn unless I have the project planned or it's really really pretty but I really like the one I'm knitting with and I have a same brand but dark blue and it could make a really nice cardigan

Look at it

But also will I actually sit down and knit a cardigan when I'm already halfway through crocheting a blanket and I just started knitting the snood that comes on the label for that yarn and the actual plan was the green one is for my mum and I also think it would make a good one for cycling to work in so now I have to weigh up buy more yarn (I mean, it does fall into the pretty exception...) and maybe knit a big thing that will take ages or knit a quick thing I will immediately use. I am working on stash busting (that's what the blanket is, I crocheted over 350 squares last year and I'm only halfway through, I just feel like doing some knitting instead of crochet for a bit) so the quick makes more sense and I could always have a scarf with a matching cardigan if I get through my stash this year and decide actually no I do want to do that.

It's just I pick up yarn and have a million ideas and no time to make them all.

It's really nice yarn so far though. It's a centre pull skein so it doesn't roll around and it's really soft.

[protect-namine]

oh btw, my eye is healed enough that I can look at things without sunglasses and not be in pain when blinking (obviously, since I'm blogging more often again and writing long posts). though I'm still supposed to use the antibiotic eyedrops for a week and the normal lubricant eye drops for like... a month

anyway so I guess if you ever get into a situation where you scratch your cornea, uh get that checked with your eye doctor so they can prescribe the eye drops because I mean. if it doesn't get infected, that's great, but if it does, that's not good. my fingernail was being treated for a fungal infection and since that's that one that hit my eye, I checked with a doctor just in case and they were like. really worried lmao, mostly because apparently it's hard to get the right antifungal eyedrops where I live. antibiotics are fine, but then they can't presecribe me the ones with steroids. there really is a whole world of eye drops out there, who knew (the eye doctors, obviously)

right so if you get in that situation, wear sunglasses if your vision becomes sensitive to light, try to keep looking down (for some reason, it was more difficult for me to look at things at eye level), don't wear an eye patch no matter how tempting it is (dark and moist environments can encourage bacterial growth, which is what we want to prevent). and if you have super dry eyes like me, apparently you should really be diligent with those lubricant eye drops. I was told that even when my eye heals, if it's always dry the uh scrape? abrasion? could open up again

also my oil glands are a bit clogged but that's like, a genetic thing apparently, so I'm just born with dry eyes that just gets worse bc I stare at the screen for work, so yeah. take care of your eyes while you can!! trying to limit how much you blink because it's painful is really annoying!!

[biolums]

its one thing getting jealous. its another thing to be fljealous of someone who wore boot cut jeans unironically..

[t1erradelfuego]

as always pls do not interact with this post or read the tags

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

this week was probably the most eventful one I've had in the whole year so far. what is up with that. anyways I'm back from being dead gang heyyy I witnessed numerous crimes and got into a street fight but we stay winning pow pow

[bebsibby]

Who the FUCK leaves a smoking cigarette butt on someone else's windowsill RIGHT next to the opening of the window???? Especially when you can see young animals sitting in said window??