#undiluted

[dacuslucy]

who else up missing their wife? my wife (amelie) has left me (actually hasn’t gone anywhere) so i’m left to sob alone in the bathroom (sit on the floor and take off my makeup)

me personally i also miss my wife (talia) who also left me (went to a party awhile ago but is back now) and all i can do is look at the picture of her in my locket (gracie on her tumblr blog) and wait for her to come home (to my askbox)

[reecedarlene]

Something is Pulling me Towards You

I am drawn to you

But does that mean I desire you?

Or is it just exciting to meet someone new?

You invigorate me

Is it because our energies match?

Or do you just remind me of a mistake from my past?

I want to know you

The undiluted version

I want to see who you are

The most authentic version

Away from the bustle and the expectations

Away from the strangers and the friendships

Maybe if I heard you fully

I could make sense of this static

That overtakes my senses when I think of you

Maybe if I knew you thoroughly

I could untangle all of these emotions

That threaten to escape me

I want to write beautiful metaphors

Express how I’m feeling under the guise of

Rainstorms ending with the sun splitting the clouds apart

Symphonies slowly crescendoing to a swell that reverberates through my body

A tidal wave cooling the fire in my brain and bringing me peace

Is this because of you?

Is this in spite of you?

Does this mean anything?

If I could only speak the words

I’m sure you could understand them

Perhaps even explain this

Better than I could ever dream of

But for now, I’ll just sleep on these feelings

And wonder if you ever

Find yourself questioning

How you feel about me.

[graceandpeacejoanne]

Revelation 14: Fire and Brimstone

Expositors agree this is one of the strongest supporting passages for the doctrine of hell. But is it a literal description? #Revelation14 #Hell #CupofGodsWrath #FireandBrimstone

Then another angel, a third, followed them, saying in a mighty voice, “If anyone fawns and worships the dangerous creature and its image, and takes on a graven etching upon their forehead and/or upon their hand, then that one will drink out of the wine of the wrath of God that having been mingled undiluted in the cup of God’s fury, and will be tortured in fire and brimstone before the presence…

[bet-on-me-13]

The Fentonworks Mega-Lab.

So! AU where the Fentonworks Labs actually stretch Miles upon Miles below the City of Amity Park.

It started when the Fentons wanted to add a simple addition to the original Lab when they ran out of space to store their more dangerous weapons. They didn't want their (at the time) young children getting their hands on their experimental Weaponry, it could blow up in their faces!

So they built a different Wing of the Lab to hold all those Inventions.

Then they ran out of space and added a few extra Storage Rooms. But then they decided it was a hassle to have to carefully transport their Dangerous Inventions all the way to the Storage Rooms, and built a Lab specifically for Dangerous Experiments near that same Section. Then that Lab was occupied for a while, and Jack wanted to start a different experiment as well, so they built a few more.

In the end they just never stopped building onto their Labs.

There are sections of the Mega-Lab that are entirely walled off because a few of their more unstable Experiments contaminated the area. Walking into them was not recommended, else you could walk out with an extra eye or 5.

In other sections, their Captured Ghosts had taken over a few Labs and created a sort of Mad Max style civilization using their discarded weapons and vehicles.

In another, all Ghosts became Humans and all Humans became Ghosts. That was a weird one, to this day they still didn't understand how they pulled that off.

In another, some type of Eldritch Time Ghost had been born, and now sort of always existed and never existed, and began experimenting with its powers. They nicknamed it Clocky because it liked to carry around a stopwatch.

And so many more. At one point a failed Portal Experiment messed with the internal Space of the entire thing. Now there was literally no way of Mapping it. The Fentons still somehow managed to navigate it perfectly.

When Jazz and Danny grew up, they too learned how to navigate the Labs, which is how Danny managed to show his friends the Portal Experimentation Wing in the first place.

Unfortunately, it wasn't safe for anyone aside from the Fentons to enter the Mega-Labs, so one day when the Fenton Family+friends left town on a Week Long Camping/Road Trip, they put up a few Ghost Shields to keep both Humans out and the Ghosts in.

This drew some unwanted attention after some tourists saw the giant Glowng Green Building in the middle of an Illinois Town, and rightfully called the Justice League.

Now, the Justice League had tried to call the owners of the house, but nobody picked up the phone. (An incident with Jack and a Canoe had knocked most of their phones into the lake. They weren't even at the lake yet.)

When nobody picked up, they decided to investigate personally.

After getting into the House, they quickly found a door labeled "Labs: Do Not Enter (unless it we are late for Dinner)" and went into ignoring all the warnings.

They quickly regretted it.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I know that it is highly unlikely that it is the case, but come and give it a thougjt with me (Yandere Spice with a twist).

What if: Burning Spice, despite being completely obsessive and being the sadomasochist he is, routinely cuts off the heads of animals and cookies and brings them to her the first time with a love letter (he used to be the Herald of Change, so I'd imagine he's got- and retained- some brains, enough to at least write a psychotic obsessive love letter).

Now, Golden Cheese is obviously gonna freak the f out and gape as he shoves the head into her arms (probably throw it into the air and back up in panic) while Burning Spice- though displeased at first, just grins manically at her reaction soon enough (maybe even laughing), before he grabs it and shoves the letter and head onto her hands again and leaving.

Golden Cheese, having noticed his reaction to her throwing it, becomes concerned with what he might do if she doesn't accept the 'gifts', decides to keep it (She flies hella fast and enters through her window and hides it in a secret compartment in her room, before creating a hidden room the other gifts in the future).

Now, here's the twist:

Despite the shock and horror she displayed to Burning Spice's gift, she knew that deep down... She fucking loved it. She silently revels in it, even. At having so much of the Beast- A cookiebeing you could practically almost consider primordial and all-powerful-'s attention and taking up so much of their headspace. To be obsessed over adored by someone like that, so much so that they would go out of their way to behead someone and something and write a love letter daily, just to give it to her as a gift-

In short, she absolutely loves the attention she will never say it and will keep that to her grave and Burning Spice and everyone else is none the wiser of it. Of how she'd kept every letter and laminated every single one with the care and cautiousness and love one would use when holding thin glass, of how she intentionally goes out alone every day for a few minutes just so Burning Spice would 'see an opening' and give his gift, where Golden Cheese would then act terribly disgusted and horrified, and then keep the gifts. Ignorant of how she has a room full of the 'gifts' he's given her- which she'd taken the time to personally taxiderm each and every one, before hanging it on the wall like a reward or trophy. Of how she'd come to the room every night to just adore it just the sight makes her want to coo and purr in delight for a few minutes to an hour, before going to bed and resting.

Sorry for the rambling and the long paragraphs 😅😅

This is such a horrifying (in a good way) concept that I MUST acknowledge it and give my take!!! Gonna put it under a cut because this is particularly dark

Yandere Spice basically acting like a cat is so fucking funny to me lol I love it

I'm so glad you think Spice is a smart guy due to having been the Herald of Change/History, because I think that too! He simply HAS to be intelligent, even wise to a degree. It would be ridiculous if he wasn't; being buff doesn't automatically mean you're dumb. And I LOVE the letter thing, I've always headcanoned Spice (the "normal" one, not the yandere one) as writing Golden romantic poetry (and her liking it lol. It helps win her over).

Now, with the murder gifts: of course Golden is horrified. Not only has Spice ended innocent lives, but he did it for her. In a way, it's her fault, and she feels horrible. Animal, person/cookie, doesn't matter, Spice has killed again and he gives the fruits of his sinful labor to her as a declaration of "love". It's sick. No matter how deranged she finds him, he finds a way to sink lower. (But... one thing: he never hurts birds. He has never once brought her a dead bird, because even he knows that's a step too far and she REALLY won't like it. It's the one little drop of care and tact that he possesses.)

But that twist: somewhere beneath all those layers of shock, disgust and righteous anger is... flattery. Sick, twisted flattery. There's nothing Golden loves more than being praised, than being worshiped, than being showered with attention and gifts... and Spice is doing that. He's feeding her ego, albeit in the worst way possible. And so great and terrible is her ego, no matter what she does to temper or suppress it, that somewhere deep down inside, she enjoys what he's doing. That he'll gladly kill for her. That he'll show off his hard work in search of her praise and admiration. She is a goddess and he knows it. He is giving her the adulation she rightfully deserves.

Now, of course, this contradicts her normally altruistic nature, and she has a massive crisis of conscience. She keeps everything Spice gives her, she keeps the heads and the letters and stores them all properly, because... Well, she tells herself that it's better this way. If she refused them, he would retaliate, if not against her then against another innocent. If she preserves the heads, she can later discover who they belonged to and hopefully return them to the person's family (and it was the least she could do; clean them up, give them back even a fraction of their grace and dignity...). If she reads the letters, she'll have better insight into his mind and how he thinks, and thus be able to formulate a better response to him and his behaviors. These excuses are what she mutters under her breath over and over as she sneaks the heads into her room, through the window so no one sees her. As she tidies and laminates the letters, and stores them in a secure folder that she tucks into a box under the bed (which eventually becomes boxes, the more and more letters she gets). As she expertly taxidermies the heads and places them on nice shelves in a hidden closet in her room. It's better this way. She has to do this.

...and these are all true, they really are. But at the same time... Existing alongside this pain and terror and crushing guilt, is the sick joy in knowing that she has someone wrapped around her finger this completely. And a Beast, too. The Beast of Destruction, no less. Burning Spice himself, heads over heels in love with her, willing to do anything to have her. It shouldn't please her to have a monster practically at her beck and call, but... it does. It really, truly does. And no matter how much she hates herself for it... It's never enough to make it stop.

Sometimes, she'll hint at a specific person she doesn't like - usually a known enemy of her kingdom - just to see if he'll do what she thinks he will. Sure enough, the next time they meet, he has that person's head ready for her, all but puffing his chest out in pride and grinning that hideous, face-splitting, cruel grin of his. She acts upset, but she's actually pleased to know that she was right: he WILL do what she tells him to, just to please her.

Sometimes she'll stand there admiring her ever-expanding taxidermy collection, congratulating herself on her hard work; she does a better and better job every time. (And when the guilt comes bubbling to the surface, asking her why they're still here and not with their loved ones so they can have a proper funeral, she tells it that Spice will lose it if he catches her giving them away. Or she'll be made out to be the one responsible, since she's the one who has them. Or they're dead, their souls have departed to the afterlife, what happens to their mortal vessels matters not anymore...)

Sometimes, when she's in bed at night, she'll pull out the letters and read them. Sometimes she'll read one, sometimes a few, sometimes all of them. Some are surprisingly sweet and romantic, full of oddly gentle and doting words; she can feel the warmth and affection soaked into the page. Others are downright vulgar; she feels her own face catch fire as she reads through what are obviously his fantasies, the list of ways in which he wants to pleasure her so long and graphic that she suspects he wrote them one-handed, if you know what I mean. The rest are just flat-out deranged: feverish rants about his ownership of her, how he hated and wanted to get rid of those around her, how she took everything from him (his power, his sanity, his heart, his soul) and he was willing to pardon it if she gave him everything of hers in turn. How he will never stop hunting her. How he will slaughter thousands to get to her. How he will bring the world to ruins just to have her to himself. Madness. All-consuming delusion that she fears is incurable.

But the worst part is... she doesn't know if she wants it to be anymore.

All she can do now is... hope he never finds out. Hope he never knows she feels this way. That she relishes his kills, his gifts. That she has a godforsaken trophy room now. That now she's as starved for his attention as he is for hers. (And he will. The idea is simply too tantalizing. He WILL find out eventually, someway, somehow - and when he does... Oh boy.)

TL;DR: Golden is so greedy that her greed has warped her into being as bad as Spice, at least in her own way. They probably deserve each other at this point. Pure, incorrigible arrogance and psychopathy all the way down. God/Witches have mercy on us all

[thegoldenageofrocknroll]

I haven't stopped thinking about this for weeks.

[proffbon]

Thinking about Crow Rook again (what else?) and, you know, Rook's "I got overwhelmed by enemies and dropped a chandelier on myself" and "I knocked over a couple of pillars and released ancient elven gods" is basically Zevran's "My target slipped, fell out of the carriage, and broke her neck" and "I was knocked out of the window during a major Crow operation and got robbed by street urchins".

[rocketbirdie]

I covered this track over a year ago, but the Wilds inspired me to go back and clean it up. Here's Mizutsune's theme in the FFVII soundfont!

youtube / download mp3

[esteemed-excellency]

@anomalouscorvid mentioned a daemon AU and I couldn't stop thinking about it:

Hiram's daemon is (of course) a grey korat cat. She's the embodiment of his curious and inquisitive nature, often on the move, ears swiveling and tail twitching even when he tries to appear calm and in control. Much more than him, she likes to experiment and interact directly with the world to understand it better.

Neither her nor Hiram are safe from random fits of hubris. What happens to daemons in the neath if they or their humans die? I have no idea but it's fun to imagine her either 1) ending up in the daemon version of the silent river, picked up by the scruff by a daemon boatman, or 2) despawning and respawning from dust, which would be a terrifying sight to behold.

Her eyes were green before the violant incident. She was sitting on Hiram desk, analysing the correspondence with him, when the sigils ignited and they both got burnt and blinded. They couldn't rely on each other to see or distinguish reality from memories and dreams anymore, they had to relearn to cooperate and coordinate each other all over again.

To avoid triggering and feeling each other's violant flashbacks and migraines all the time, they reluctantly decided to physically distance themselves. Separation was very painful at first, but they were both convinced it was a good call. (It wasn't. They also grew a bit detached in a weird way)

I'm halfway through the post and I just realised that spirifage in this AU is even more horrific than it already is in canon. You don't sell little impersonal bottles, you sell sentient animals that are also people. Your own sentient animal (who is also you) does that too. Hiram's daemon is a merciless little bastard.

Anyway the Deviless enters the scene. Hiram and his daemon are irremediably fucked up at this point, and they agree that severing their pain at the source is a good idea. As Hiram slowly begins to fall in love with the Deviless, the daemon finds her presence more and more comforting.

The abstraction is still consensual but much more painful than in fl, due to the traumatic nature of the intercision process.

After the abstraction Hiram and the daemon are both completely numb for a while and the distance between them increases. They both feel detached from each other and their surroundings, but while Hiram has his ambition goals to pursue, the daemon suddenly doesn't know what to do. Even though she legally belongs to the Deviless, her presence and her attentions are not so comforting anymore. In fact, the daemon feels absolutely nothing for her. The Deviless is a bit taken aback by the sudden lack of interest, but she's more worried about Hiram so the daemon leaves them.

Cue in a series of solo adventures: the daemon blends in with cats and tigers, in London and Parabola, while Hiram goes on his quest for the Marvellous. Everyone who meets them is concerned, horrified, and a bit frightened by the fact they're all by themselves.

Morgan immediately figures out that something is Very Wrong with Hiram as soon as they meet again.

The daemon's parabolan form is just like her regular cat form (she likes being herself) but her fur is scorched around the eyes (she doesn't like to be reminded of it). She helps the Duchess's front to fend off the fingerkings, though she steers clear from the Chessboard and the main battlegrounds. She doesn't like to feel the pull of the Red side.

At one point, she meets Hiram's parabolan double. They don't get along at all.

Everything's good, if not for the fact that the daemon, like Hiram, isn't immune to ennui, and sometimes she misses the Deviless. Maybe, just maybe, she liked her attentions very much.

During one Hallowmass, the daemon is found by a well-meaning Captain (@light-lost-logs) who returns her to Hiram. Their reunion is incredibly awkward, and it immediately triggers a cascade of flashbacks and migraines, while dust particles seem to pull them together. Terrified of rendering the intercision process null out of sheer vicinity, they both run to the Deviless for help, and with her guidance they sever their dust connection for good.

Exhausted but relieved, they talk things through and the daemon decides to settle at the Deviless' house (legally she still belongs to her).

With time, Hiram and the daemon manage to see each other again, but they don't like to be in close proximity for more than a few minutes and they always recoil if they touch.

[im-ignoring-canon]

I truly think that the main reason Percy is such a compelling character is that Rick was a teacher. Have you ever worked with teenagers? They're a mess, angry at the world and the system and themselves. Neurodivergent teenagers often even more so.

I think, in lots of kids and ya fiction, even when the heroes are allowed to be angry, or scared, or hurt, it feels like they're reacting the way an adult would. There's an element of duty, of resignation mixed in there. An air of this is how the world works. Even if i don't like it, this is what has to be done.

We don't get that from Percy. He is introduced to the world of gods and monsters, to camp, literally sobbing and screaming. He is pushed into a situation he Does Not want to be in by adults telling him this is your duty. This is what must be done. And he is angry. He pushes back, finds loopholes, screams louder when no one will listen. He maintains the attitude of This Isn't Fair, even once he has accepted that he is the child of the prophecy. Throughout the series, he runs from his 'duty', sulks about the state of his life, breaks the rules to protect the people he doesn't trust the system to protect. He asks Why? and the people upholding the rules hate it, view it as disobedience, 'impertinence'. Even his fatal flaw boils down to choosing his loved ones over authority. When granted one request from the gods, he tells them to Make Things Fair.

He reacts the way a teenager would. Sure, a teenager forced to grow up too fast, a teenager in a situation no real teenager has ever been in. But Percy Jackson acts like a teenager, thinks like a teenager. And i don't think he would have been such a good character if Rick hadn't known how a teenager would act from being a teacher.

[fadesense]

jsyk i read every comment, every reblog tag, and they all make me:

(ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ) (✿◠‿◠) ᕕ (ᐛ) ᕗ !!!!

[red-dead-sakharine]

WTF is this dialogue, Larian? I swear, they KNOW and for some reason chose to give us this stuff, but no romance. It boggles my mind.

Unusual how?

[jjbamomfriends]

You have no idea how excited I was when all these small things happened in the Phantom Blood musical.

[conceptofjoy]

bro meal

[see-arcane]

After reading and watching several adaptations, I have come to the conclusion that Quincey gets much more respect than Jonathan. Yes he appears much less, but he gets his heroic sacrifice when he does instead of getting bastardised. Three times I have seen him be the one who kills Dracula without Jonathan. In two of those he has the kukri.

Also idk if vampire Quincey is underappreciated, there is a novel all about him.

And in this one Jonathan is revealed to have been a cowardly cheater all along.

You know. Sometimes I think I might be going too overindulgent with my Harker Horrors and lavishing of attention on my favorite special little haunted gothic heroine lad.

And then I get lovely reminders like these that not only am I not being indulgent, I have to actively burn every daydream of an inhibition I have as a writer to unfuck 126 years' worth of doing the whole cast dirty, but Jonathan Harker the absolute worst.

[silly-lil-scribbles]

if i were a lesser more irresponsible man i would give in to the urge and take a swig of my tincture straight from the jar but i was a good boy and poured it into a shot glass first so i wouldnt get germs on the jar. PINNACLE OF RESPONSIBILITY MOMENT LEARN FROM ME CHILDREN ‼️‼️