#well i was wrong

[chilljustacat]

Astarion 38/?

[onethousand825days]

8:40 on a saturday my aunt is trying to talk me out of killing myself over my devastating haircut

[pikslasrce]

hipster brand bruschette with olive oil turned out to be bruschette with OLIVES #betrayed

[fuckingmeteors]

philip i swear to god i can't keep up what is this

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[consultingfujoshi]

the cunt off to end all cunt offs are you actually kidding me people fucking died this shit was felt thousands of miles away through tremors in the earth the sheer cosmic power of their facecards rippled through the ether and kier goddamn eagans ghost on the big waffle in the sky shivered and turned around like Something Just Happened

[aerial-ace]

sick and tired of seeing these ace trainers brag about their super smart badass level 100 shiny mons.

This is Sol. She is a fucking idiot. She regularly forgets that she is a flying type and sits at the bottom of cabinets n such crying cause she doesn't know how to get up. I would die for her.

[aayakashii]

Edited for consistency between the chapters

touch starved

Part two to this one right here.

Part three here.

Warning: just VERY SLIGHTLY suggestive, kinda angsty, Alan probably crumbling into dust at the faintest touch etc

“... this is stupid.”

Alan had been staring at the car’s engine for the past 15 minutes, without actually seeing what was in front of him. He didn't really know what kind of anomaly was presenting itself in that entanglement of wires and metal (and blood red flesh).

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, smearing his cheeks with soot.

“... What kind of reaction was that” he thought to himself, eyebrows scrunched as he cringed painfully, remembering how he had made a fool of himself in front of the honor student.

His hand went to rub the top of his own head, as if he could rub off the ghost of their touch and cleanse his thoughts of them. But if his previous attempts were anything to go by, he obviously could not. 

Alan wasn’t a fool – of that, he was completely sure of. He might not be as academically bright as the other Captains, and he might be a disaster with technology, but he wasn’t a fool and he prided himself on the fact that his self-awareness had constantly kept other people safe.

There was no room for longing and pining in his own life, no matter how much his brain tried to trick him into thinking about the honor student for way longer than necessary.

He gulped harshly, mouth dry, still eyeing the engine that contorted itself as it swallowed more and more bits and pieces of metal.

The honor student had been nothing but helpful towards Vagastrom and the other dorms, and incredibly patient and kind when the circumstances would probably justify their hatred towards ghouls. Yet, Alan couldn’t help but feel bitter at the thought of them.

It would be so much easier if they were just scared of him. If they kept their distance, if they saw him as a threat much like the other humans – but they weren’t, not at all.

And that bitterness coated his tongue heavily, like lead, whenever his awful hands touched the top of their head to compliment them for doing a good job, and they turned towards Alan, beaming with joy at his comment. 

Alan unconsciously found any excuse to touch them and to have their attention, however briefly, and he deeply despised himself for it.

He reveled in the brush of his fingers with theirs when he gave them coffee and on the feeling of their hair between his fingers.

More than that, he discovered he had found respite from himself in the way their eyes would light up once they found him in the crowd, and in the blind trust they had on him, even after he drenched himself in blood right before their eyes.

Alan clenched his fists, and the anomaly kept on devouring and destroying every bit of the metal right in front of him, the car becoming more blood red than shiny silver.

He was ashamed of himself.

Alan knew there was nothing hidden in the way they smiled at him. Yet, in the quiet humming of the night, he remembered those lips saying his name over and over again during the day, and imagined how they would feel against his skin.

How would it feel if he made them say his name over and over again as a whisper, a scream, a moan, a sob – and then he would get dizzy, as the blood in his head went to a part of his body he would rather not think about.

Not only was he a threat just by existing, but he was also becoming some disgusting pervert? What would Dante say if he knew of these thoughts? Maybe he would feel ashamed he died to someone so pathetic.

Alan sighed deeply once again.

“Another sigh? That's another happiness that is leaving your body, you know?” a sarcastic voice came from the entrance of the garage.

“Leo.”

Leo strolled his way towards Alan, looking everywhere but at the Captain.

“What's bothering the almighty Captain of Vagastrom, hm? You can count on your Vice-Captain for anything, you know? Open your little stone heart to me~” The gray-haired boy said with a sing-songy voice, eager for the scoop on yet another possible gossip (or blackmail material. Who knows with Leo).

“... Nothing's wrong.”

Alan blinked owlishly, finally fully coming back from his thoughts, and stared at the anomaly in front of him.

“Shit!”

Before him, the unknown anomalous monster had eaten the entire engine of the car, leaving it devoid of any components, with ample space for it to squirm unnaturally inside – a pit of a blood red mess that seemed about to either burst at any given moment or eat itself alive, hungry with nothing else to swallow.

“Uwaa… this looks like one of those gross Lovecraftian monsters… this is sooo disgusting.” Leo said as he snapped pictures of the monster on his phone from every angle possible.

“Why are you taking pictures, then.” Alan slammed the car's hood down, placing an anomalous lock on the opening, sealing the monster inside. He would send it to Mortkranken so they can do their weird experiments on it later. His mind wasn't up for any problems at that moment.

“Uuhh, scary~ you're the one that failed to control it, though, so don't take it out on me” Leo stuck his tongue out. "Aaanyways, I saw that mission that the NPC brought us today, and it looks so easy! Can I do it?”

“No.” Alan retorted immediately, staring at Leo with cold eyes, and the gray-haired man immediately scowled, eyes quick to cloud with anger.

“You never let me do anything I want, asshole, you're SO fucking annoying. And guess what? I bet it's just because you're in love with that annoying NPC and want to do the mission alone with them. It's ridiculous. AND disgusting. Are you a pervert? I guess you are. Who knew the big boss was just a pervert”

The younger man let out a string of curses and showed him the middle finger as he walked away and towards his bedroom, without waiting for any answer “You're gonna regret pissing me off!” he finished, slamming his bedroom door loudly, as if to make his point clearer.

“Okay.” Alan muttered, paying no mind to his endless but daily threats, and looked at the entrance of the garage.

At least Leo managed to bring him back to reality, although it was already too late to keep the anomaly at bay.

The boy was right though. He was disgusting. 

Alan pressed his palms into his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to ground himself.

He needed to concentrate. To focus on his work, on helping the students. Living on the clouds just wasn't an option for someone like him. Not after all he had done.

And as the lights blinded him once he opens his eyes again, his gaze quickly focuses on the highest steel beam that stood above the garage's entrance.

There, a Like Dove stared at him, unblinking, unmoving.

[hinamie]

mentor

[technically-human]

He did eventually sign it

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)

[josukespimphand]

Anya <333.

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce died(?) again

Jason: Well, it's my turn.

Dick: What are you talking about?

Jason: Everytime Bruce is gone, one of you starts to act just like him, pushing everyone away, acting as only you can be right, and fighting anyone that gets in your way. Dick did it, Tim did it, even Cass kind of did it. So, this time, I will do it.

Tim: Isn't that how you act all the time?

Jason: Whoa, fuck you. You are so banned from historical drama movie nights.

[noodles-and-tea]

I might colour this later

[mysticalcats]

i believe he is slaying as the kids say

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)