#time to re-read this

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[reinbouxsworld]

twisted wonderland × kimetsu no yaiba (au!)

based on this post here.

I this this on a a japanese song only playlist and a wave of hiperfixation. So heres the context: Yuno (Yuu) and Leona were newly married and lived on his family’s land. On the night after the Town Below festival, Yuno returned home to find not only her husband’s family dead but also her younger brother, Grimm. Leona was the only one still alive, but as she tried to lead him down the mountain, she discovered that he was no longer human.

Silver, a demon slayer, confronted Leona. However, after witnessing him protect Yuno, he chose to spare the newly turned demon’s life, and send the couple to his master, Lilia.

Vil and Rook are the Tamayo and Yuuchiro of this universe. Vil lived more than 300 years only on serving face and hate, nonetheless showed kindness by helping Yuno and Leona after their encounter with the Demon King.

Ace and deuce are both slayers, one ranking above yuu. The three met during a mission, and the two decided to stick by her side from that point on.

[puttingwingsonwords]

Dracula scrambling around the castle pretending to be his own servants is so important in showing that aside from being a super powerful evil vampire-sorcerer he is also a huge loser

[ash-tree-eyes]

Mina, writing to Lucy: I cannot wait to hear how Jonathan is doing on his travels! He must be having such a lovely time <3

Jonathan, in his diary: OH GOD OH FUCK HE CAN CLIMB WALLS LIKE A LIZARD NOW. I HAVE ONLY A CRUCIFIX FOR PROTECTION AND I AM GOING TO DIE TO A LIZARD MAN. THERE IS NO WAY OF ESCAPE SO I MAY AS WELL WRITE MY GOODBYES. FAREWELL MINA!!!

[last-but-not-the-least]

The Sandman and The Girl Without Dreams

Chapter One: The Man in the Glass Cage

I'd never dreamed. Not truly - not in the sense that everyone else seemed to. When I slept I was cocooned in darkness, neither too hot nor too cold, neither wet nor dry, it simply was. It wasn't unpleasant at least not for a while, not compared to the constant noise and demands of reality, but it always felt hollow like something was missing.

"Dreams are for the lower class," my father had always stated if I'd ever dared ask.

My mother however soft spoken she was would assure me that everyone had dreams and that I just needed to find mine. "The Sandman never forgets a dreamer. You'll find them, just you wait."

The Sandman as it turned out was, on the off chance he was real, a forgetful ass. Years had passed and still the empty darkness was all I had to cling to. And after so long in that dark cocoon I stopped wishing for dreams and instead wished for an end to the nightmare of waking.

My family was one of class and sophistication, which in turn meant I was expected to uphold that reputation. We Barlows have our enterprise, and an enterprise leashed to a poor family name is doomed from the start! Ridged and unmoving, my father exlected nothing short of perfection and callosness. The minor issue with that was I had absolutely no interest in playing the quiet and loathing role assigned to me at birth. I wanted to see things, meet people, experience all that life had to offer. Perhaps it was my kind nature that led down the path or perhaps it was something more... Something far beyond my understanding. Whatever it was had brought me here, standing among the crowd of the Burgess estate trying to ignore the odd sensation office impeding dread that filled me when I looked up at the mansion.

It had become quite the hotspot for those seeking a good party, as well as those curious about Roderick Burgess' mystic cult. I was here for neither. My father had been a friend to Roderick for years and though he wasn't as boastful about it, practiced the same cultist bullshit that he did. The two had a falling out of some kind when Alex, Roderick's youngest son, and I were children, which led to the current stalemate between them. But, in spite of their bad blood Alex and I remained close. I often snuck out and found my way to the woods just outside the mansion, where Alex and I would read and play games together.

It was Alex that brought me to the large party. In our recent conversations he seemed reserved, like there was something bugging him that he could just never get out. So, I asked him if he wanted company at his fathers latest gathering and he'd said yes. And, ever the good friend, here I was dressed in a simple, comfortable gown trying to find the boy among the large unruly crowd.

I was finally able to spot Alex hiding in the doorway, so I'd hopped past everyone and startled him with a light tug on his ear. He of course rolled his eyes and ushered me through the door, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Penelope! Its about time you showed up! I thought you'd abandon me to be eaten by these people!"

"Such a dramatic!" I teased. "If I left you with this lot I'd be a truly terrible friend."

With a wide boyish smile he waved his families butler off and nudged my shoulder. "Go have fun for a bit, my father has me holding the door to keep the uninvited out. Something about responsibility."

I hummed softly. "You are rather irresponsible."

"Says you," he retorted judging my shoulder.

"Don't be too long, responsible Alex, or I'll be the one that becomes the meal."

As soon as we parted ways I gravitated toward the least crowded part of the room, a long hallway off to the side of the main space close to a door that always had two guards standing in front of it. I'd asked about it once, back before our fathers parted ways, but after getting a rough dismissal from Alex decided it best not to bring up again. In all the years that had passed I'd always been tempted to ask again, but never did in fear of causing Alex more stress than his father already did.

I watched the party goers dance, drink and drug themselves into a stupor, pretending to be happy. All just one large facade, I thought to myself. Growing up among this kind of crowd I had quite the knack for seeing through ones outward expressions. I'd gotten so good Alex and I made a game of it at the rare occasion we both attended events such as these.

"How are you so good at this?" he'd ask.

I'd shrug. "If I could teach you my ways, young Alex I would, but alas it appears there can only be one of us destined for greatness."

When Alex finally came in from outside he had seemingly forgotten about me as he led a fair haired woman through the crowd and towards the office where his father always was during his parties. It didn't take a genius to know what the woman's intentions were. There had been plenty like her and would be plenty after her, but it saddened me, seeing the lengths Alex would go to earn his fathers approval, something I'd long figure out was not possible. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did or accomplished Alex would never be his brother, never the child his father wanted him to be.

I was seconds away from leaving my little corner to catch up to him, seconds away from possibly avoiding the torment whatever powers that were had waiting for me on this path. But, when one of the older, more prestigious guests fell to the ground and started convulsing, likely from too much of whatever drug they'd been passing around, the two guards beside the door fled their post calling out for more help, which brought two more men clamoring up the basement stairs to aid them. Leaving the door wide open.

My curiosity was a powerful beast, but the odd sensation that curled within my chest as I looked at the forbidden door was even more so. It felt like I'd entered a daze... One that felt like what I always imagined dreaming would feel like, as my legs carried me through the door and down the dark steps. The basement was damp and dark, smelling like moss and old cigars with little light that was dim compared to that of the large glowing glass sphere that hung in the center of the large space. The feeling in my chest amplified, no longer a small curl but now a harsh pull that carried me closer and closer to the glass where a pair of dark, star filled eyes watched me. The horrified disgust that filled me at the sight of a man trapped behind the glass in my best friends basement was fleeting as I was quickly consumed with the man himself.

To say he was beautiful would have been a gross understatement. He was otherworldly, ethereal, I had never seen anyone like him. His raven hair contrasted against the paleness of his lithe figure as he sat ridgedly within the center of the cage, not a single piece of clothing on him or anywhere in sight. He watched me with a stoic expression, if one could even call it that, on his angular face. But, his eyes betrayed him, filled with a confusion that matched my own.

"What..." My voice was little more than a whisper as I inched closer to the glass. "What the hell?"

He said nothing and made no move to plead for my help, he simply sat, watching me warily. The pull became nearly unbearable the longer I looked into his eyes. Lifting my hand toward the glass the man seemed to mirror the gesture. The cold glass met the tips of my fingers as I flattened my hand against it. His hand slid into place beneath mine and for a moment the pull stopped and air filled my lungs as a false sense of relief filled me. That relief didnt last long.

Pain exploded across my palm, burning hotter or maybe colder than anything I'd ever felt, pulsing all the way from my hand to my shoulder. It felt as if a knife was carving and flaying my skin from my bone. My head swam with images and voices that I didn't recognize and a raw ache filled my throat. It took me a minute to realize the ache was a result of the screaming I'd been doing. The room filled with people shouting and trying to pull me away from the glass, but my hand stayed locked in place.

A voice thundered over all the others, speaking words I couldn't understand. A force pushed me and everyone behind me away from the glass and onto the cold, wet ground. My ears rang as my vision cleared enough for me to see Alex hunched over me, holding on tight as I shook. He looked at my arm and his brows furrowed, looking up at the man in the glass and in a distant voice demanded, "What did you do to her?!"

No answer. He didn't even look at Alex, his eyes instead stayed fixed on me. Still shaking I lifted my arm, eyes raking over the raised skin that formed an odd symbol on the inside of my wrist. A strangled cry bubbled up from my chest a noise that I could have sworn made the mans jaw tighten.

"What is the meaning of this?" Roderick yelled, shoving past his guards. His eyes examined the cage first before they turned to me. With no warning he snatched my arm up to look at the mark, earning another bout of burning and in turn another scream from my already dry throat. The man in the cage stood, dark eyes boring into Roderick, who in turn met his gaze with a smile.

He let go of my arm abruptly, sending me back into Alexs waiting arms. Moving with a confident stride he stood in front of the glass. "Send everyone home."

"Father she needs medical attention." Alex's voice sounded desperate.

"She'll live. Now get upstairs and send our guests home." Roderick replied coldly. Hesitantly Alex rose to his feet, bending to lift me up before his fathers cane slapped his arm. "Leave her!"

"But father..."

"I said, leave her."

My eyes pleaded with my friends as I tried to hold on to him tighter. "Alex..."

Still he pulled away with a mumbled apology as he disappeared up the stairs. The noise began to blur into echoes of unintelligible words as I started to fade in and out of consciousness. A cold, bitting sensation encompassed my uninjured wrist, draping a weight across me as I curled up into myself, desperate for warmth. The last thing I could make out was the blurred image of the man in the glass cage watching me with glistening silver in his eyes before the all too familiar darkness took me.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[intothestars23]

One thing I don’t think the Fourth Wing fandom seems to acknowledge or appreciate enough is just how quickly Sawyer is willing to kill anyone who slights Violet

Jack comes back? “We should kill him again”

Cat’s still being rude? “We could bury her and nobody would find her”

Rhiannon & Ridoc will shut their ass down verbally & physically, but Sawyer will jump straight to murder lmao and I love that for him

[snarkspawn]

it's missing wenzhou hours friends

happy lunar new year!! 🧧🧨🐉

[moonsun2010]

5 June - The Dracula Drought begins

a redraw of this art from DD2023!

[sunsestart]

This IS basically journal 3, right?🤨

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[theghostwrites]

[mistylakeee]

Rememeber when Inej tricked Kaz into climbing onto a chapel roof with her in Crooked Kingdom and his response is “curse you and all your saints.” And then he smiles to himself without realizing it. SMILES? TO HIMSELF? What a loser. So whipped he’s out there thinking about how Inej outsmarted and smiling about it? The bastard of the barrel?? I love it when arrogant men become pathetic I miss kanej💕

[w1ckedgal]

Look at them 😭😭 entitled little assholes. Blue was so right. I would hate them too.

[cowboycannibalism]

one of the things that annoys me so bad right now is seeing letterboxd reviews about Lisa Frankenstein being like "she's such a horrible character", "those people didn't deserve to be killed" blah blah blah

SHUT UP

it's a horror romance!! a girl keeps a reanimated dead guy in her closet and falls in love with him! what did you think was going to happen? it's SUPPOSED to be fucked up and weird and that's part of its charm. quit being boring, let female characters (esp in horror) be messy and chaotic and morally gray.

[glazedcroissant]

I've been reading @post-it-notes7 heart and soul series once again, and I wanted to make some more fanart! As such, doodles:

Read their fic here!