#whats the word im thining of

[chrissbows]

biggest fan.

summary: y/n goes to the versus tour and when chris lays his eyes on her, he cant take them off.

cw: cursing, FLUFF, suggestive, touching, pet names (baby, princess.)

authors note!: this is my first time writing something so please dont hate 😭😭😭

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“oh my god, they are literally right there!” y/n squeals, looking over at her best friend.

“bro, matt looks so hott.” y/f/n exclaims, staring at him in awe.

“so does chris, he look so scrumptious in that hat..” they both get stuck in a trance, staring at the two brothers.

they both get interrupted by security, telling them to move forward because they are next.

“okay, how do i look?” y/n giggles, shes wearing an orange lacy tank top with a short denim skirt.

“sexy as always, motherfucker!” y/f/n laughs, “what about me?” shes wearing the same thine but in blue.

“okay, girls your turn.” the female security guard smiles, letting them go through the barriers.

y/n runs up to chris, hugging him.

“oh my lord, your real! im your biggest fan!”

“hey, love. whats your name?” chris smirks, looking down past her face and his eyes trail down her body.

“im y/n!” she smiles, noticing his eyes wandering, a weird feeling exploding in her lower abdomen.

“y/n.. cute” he said, his voice low. he wraps his arm around her waist as they take the photo.

they both lean in for another hug before y/n and y/f/n walk off.

“i cannot believe what just happened!” y/f/n squealed, “i just fucking hugged matthew sturniolo!”

“hahah.. yeah..” y/n’s mind filled with thoughts of chris’ eyes wandering down her body.

her friend notices, and places a hand on her shoulder “whats up, y/n? you dont seem yourself..”

“chris.. h-he was checking me out?” she stifles a laugh, biting her lips fighting the urge to smile.

“your lying.” y/f/n mouth agape as you speak, not believing a single word.

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after the show ends, one of their team members walks up to the two girls, telling them to go backstage.

“hello?” y/f/n speaks into an empty room, her voice echoing.

“y/n?” chris’ voice echoes back, as he walks through the back door.

“uh, chris.. hi!” y/n smiles, her dimples appearing on her soft skin.

“hey.. wassup” he smirks, walking up to her and her friend, “you must be y/f/n, matts out back if you wanna go see him.”

“i- uh yeah?” she quickly walks outside, leading her own way towards matt.

“fuck.. your so pretty..” chris mumbles under his breath, his hands trailing down to your waist.

“chris? wha-what are you doing?..” she breathes out, curious of what’s happening.

“you want me to stop? huh?” he smirks, knowing that hes driving her crazy.

“i- no..no..” y/n bites her bottom lip, stifling a giggle.

“you dont know how crazy you were driving me while i was up on stage.. this top, fuck, its doing things to me baby..” he chuckles lowly, his voice raspy.

“yeah? you like?” she becomes more confident with her words, her tone more stern.

“yeah princess, yeah i do..” he smirks, dropping his head to her neck, as one of his hands trail up towards her throat gripping it gently.

she whimpers softly at the feeling, he presses soft, gentle kisses along her collarbone.

“let me hear your pretty noises, baby..” he keeps pressing kisses to her body. “tell me what you want, baby, what do you want me to do?”

“i-i dont know..” she hums, stuck in a daze as his lips are against her.

he chuckles softly, “you dont know? you dont want me to touch you? you dont want me to kiss you? no?”

“i-chris, we cant.. you know we cant..” she replied, knowing she cant give in to him.

“you’re right, princess.. we can’t..” he agrees, his hands trailing down from her waist and throat and gripping her ass.

“im sorry..” she puts her head down, he grabs her chin, making her look up at him as he towers over her.

“don’t apologise, baby.. its fine” he presses a kiss to her forehead, before letting go of her body.

she smiles, but it falters a tiny bit as he retreats from her presence.

“i better get going, baby..” he smiles, before passing her his phone, a sign to give him her number.

she gladly takes it and types her name and number into his contacts, before handing it back to him.

“thank you baby.” he smirks, before leaving her alone in the basement of the venue.

shes left there, puzzled, for about 5 minutes before y/f/n walks in again.

“tell me everything.”

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[emmg]

Actual footage of us @spidehpig roasting Raphael lmfao

Also I’m getting thine words of wisdom tattooed on my ass and I just feel like the universe at large should witness them:

“if im being so astronomically for real yeah he’s a fucking dumbass and i don’t think the crown would help him much. like MAYBE he overthrows zariel and conquers avernus but like even then it’s like was that really even a win. no one wants to deal with the front of the blood war but slay i guess”

Poetic

Congrats on becoming the Archduke of the armpit of Baator. Avernus literally sucks, have fun lol

I’m still cackling over it a day later 😂

Somewhere in the hells Mephistopheles is getting drunk and crying to Asmodeus about what a goddamn embarrassment his eldest son is lmfao

[khadgarbignaturals]

endlessly devastated that messmer’s iconic line was changed in the story trailer vs in game. the line delivery in the game version just doesn’t do it like the trailer does. the calm and almost soft way he says it is so interesting for a character established as a cruel commander of a graceless war. in game he just sounds bored. like it’s something he’s scripted and said a thousand times already, even though there really haven’t really been any tarnished in the land of shadow before we arrive. i could analyze every line he says during the encounter. and i will

[ENTER BOSS ROOM]

mongrel intruder

(said in a practiced way)

thou’rt tarnished it seemeth

(almost surprised)

mother wouldst thou truly lordship sanction in one so bereft of light?

(he hasn’t seen a tarnished like us, one who has ascended to lordship. the graceless war his mother sent him on was to cull those without light and yet here the tarnished is, contradicting everything. the line is delivered like it’s practiced but there’s no way there have been enough tarnished lords for him to regularly say that)

yet my purpose standeth unchanged

(resolving that despite the contradiction standing in front of him, he will follow his duty no matter what)

those stripped of the grace of gold shall all meet death in the embrace of messmer’s flame

(back to a practiced line)

[PHASE TRANSITION]

i will not suffer… a lord devoid of light

(this tarnished is stronger that he thought. he starts to understand how the tarnished ascended to lordship and cannot accept it)

o mother, forgive me

(finally going against marika’s wishes despite his reluctance. he hasn’t heard from her for so long that all he has to go off of is from before the war, before marika left the land of shadow)

soon, tarnished. wilt thou be taken in the jaws… of the abyssal serpent, shorn of light

(accepts that he and the tarnished are graceless, and resolves to accept the base serpent to fight not only against the tarnished, but as a graceless being himself)

[UPON PLAYER DEATH IN P2]

o lightless creature… embrace thine oblivion as shall i

(accepted that even if he kills the tarnished he will perish as well. finally shows some kind of unity with another being, even if its antagonistic)

[UPON DEFEAT]

mother… marika… a curse… upon thee…

(fully rejecting his mother’s orders and influence over him. he corrects himself to say her name, showing that even though he’s dying, he’s realizing and accepting her abandonment, recognizing it for what it is, and cursing her name because of it. as far as i know, the only person in the land of shadow with an even remotely positive view of marika was messmer and in his last words he renounces her for what she made him do, what she made him into, what she did to the world, what she did to him)

i didn’t include the p1 death line cuz it’s literally the same as the last line of his intro

its 4am i feel like im going insane. trina grant me sleep

[the-cosmic-yeet]

theory of knowledge mroe like theory of NOledge

i understand the value of reflecting on your learning and learning from past experiences but i am so so SO tired of writing reflections! the reflection portion of ib coursework is just as daunting as the actual assessments. you know what i think about after writing a 1600 word essay? i thinka bout how tired i am and how much i want to punt myself into the blazing sun. what did i learn from this experience? that i dont wanna do this anymore. how has this experience allowed me to learn more about TOK concepts, and changed my conception of what knowledge is and how we interact with it? it made me realize that epistemiology is nOT for me because ive been going circles trying to find ways to talk about knowing itself, and not hte content of knowledge, and articulating my thoughts is hard. tok stands for nothign but To Ouat eKstent am i able to hold on. hmmmmmMMmmm. i hate essays so much. who decided that monday first period tok was a good thing? im going to go to the ib headquarters and start crying. you want me to talk about custodians of knowledge? well you better find yourself some custodians to mop away my tears lest they crumble the foundation of your building. hurricane crying attack. lay thine eyes upon my crumbled, disintegrating form.

IB DP MORE LIKE I BE SLEEPING

[teecupangel]

so ive been following this music series called milgram by deco*27 and the most recent song called Purge March is so farm era desmond coded its insane but i wanted your opinion on it bc im the best at keeping up with lore and stuff

purge march is about a little girl who grew up in a cult, this cult has these ideations they force on her like "thou shall follow thine destiny" and "thou shall deliver unto those thou believest in" and by cult standards she gets punished (severely) if she doesnt follow them.

one day she meets a cat who has his leg broken and decides to mend it, a cult member saw this and snitches to (i think) her parents, she then gets tazed bc she "changed the cat's destiny" while the cat is presumably unalived. this event snaps her and she goes on a rampage, killing who was probably her mother (the mv doesnt rly tell much bc it's purposefully cryptic)

so yeah im thinking of making an ac/milgram au but what do you think

(It was either the mother or the father, yeah, it’s meant to be cryptic XD)

Anyway, here’s the official Milgram youtube. I would have picked the actual playlist but the ones I saw weren’t updated to have Purge March.

For those just curious about Purge March, here’s the official MV (with English subtitles)

The Milgram series has the setup of ‘murderers’ that the main character must pronounce as guilty or innocent of their crime after listening to their songs. That’s pretty much the very brief gist of it.

Now, nonny gave a good summary of the crux of Purge March’s storyline so we’ll focus on a Desmond Purge March AU instead.

(warning, there will be… animal cruelty and child abuse in this one. Not descriptive but there nonetheless.)

For this one, we’ll remove all of the Templars versus Assassins + Isus stuff from the Farm.

If you still want to include them in the story, go for it, the Farm itself will be turned into an actual cult (instead of us just joking around that it’s a cult).

Perhaps the Farm was formed by radical Assassins who left the Brotherhood before the Great Purge, perhaps they were created by survivors of the Great Purge who lost themselves in grief and started to believe that salvation comes from following their destiny, no matter what it may be.

Of course, if you truly want to hammer in the AC plot, the Farm actually worships Juno (ala Will of the First Instruments) and the whole “thou shall follow thine destiny” is pushed into the conscience of every cult member all in an effort to ensure Desmond would accept his fate to die on December 21, 2012.

Hell, we can even push this into the entire cult knowing Desmond’s destiny is to die on December 21, 2012 to save the world. He has been groomed not as the messiah or the savior of mankind but as the sacrifice.

And Desmond hated it.

He hated everything.

The cult.

His life.

The world.

He was born and raised to believe that this world deserves to be saved because it was destiny.

The very word ‘destiny’ only makes him feel empty inside, a festering rotting darkness that threatened to consume him.

And then…

He found a cat with an injured leg.

White as fresh snow with eyes as gold as the necklace his mother would wear whenever his father would have one of his regular sermons.

And Desmond…

Desmond heard the poor cat mew and he couldn’t stop himself.

He ‘borrowed’ the first aid in their home and used it to disinfect and bandage the cat’s injury, even went and gave the cat his lunch because it was fine.

He can skip a meal.

And that was that.

Or so Desmond had thought.

He had done something good.

And it felt nice.

But he didn’t realize…

Because he was important to the cult…

He was being watched.

Always being watched.

And when his father and mother got home, they immediately grabbed the first aid box and asked him why there were bandages missing.

They shouldn’t have known.

He already had his excuse ready, cutting himself with the kitchen knife and…

But they didn’t believe him.

They knew.

They knew…

Someone told them.

And then…

His father showed him the bandage he had put on the cat.

Too bloodied for it to be from the cat’s leg injury.

And Desmond…

Desmond couldn’t even cry.

All he could was stare at the bandages as his father dragged him into the prayer room.

No.

The repentance room.

.

His entire body felt like it was on fire that night.

His hands stung. His back throbbed. His legs trembled.

He could not sleep.

Until he thought…

Who decides our destiny?

Why are they so sure that this is their destiny?

Because it had already happened?

Was the main point to simply not do anything once something bad has happened?

Then…

It will be destiny if something bad happens…

Right?

The following days, Desmond prepares and helps dutifully for the sermon this Sunday.

He does everything ordered of him, making his parents proud.

He receives good words for his actions, even gets headpats and smiles.

The emptiness in Desmond’s heart was filled.

Overflowing…

… with rot.

The sermon always started at the crack of dawn.

At the end of it, every adult in their ‘congregation’ would drink wine said to have been blessed.

Cheap wine bought in the local grocery.

They all drank.

And they all fell on their knees, coughing and vomiting.

The doors and windows were all locked because they ‘must be closed off from the filthy world’.

They cannot escape even if they wanted to.

Desmond grabs the holy sword, a family heirloom from his mother’s family.

It was light.

And sharp.

Desmond plunged it on his father’s stomach and pulled it just as quickly.

Not to kill him but to make sure he stays where he was.

Desmond grabbed the keys from his father then and…

He stood in front of the nearest adult that was neither his father nor his mother.

He remembered seeing him sometimes…

Did he follow Desmond that day?

No?

It doesn’t matter.

Desmond raised the sword…

And swung it down.

The head rolled…

The body slummed…

Blood pooled under him.

Desmond continued.

And the room filled with screams…

[realsafari]

Hello, mine amazing friend. Thou probably knowest, but I hath been shadowbanned. Hence, I art sending this on anon, and I canst not like or reblog thine posts. How'ver, tumblr canst not stop me. I art very proud to announce @shakespeareofficialaccount as mine backup blog until I art unbanned. I thank thee f'r reading this overshakespearified mess.

translation: i got shadowbanned and shakespeareofficialaccount is my new blog for shakespeare stuff, just tag that for stuff please :) btw what's going on with you and the rat theyre cool lol

OK thats not good BUT I HOPE THIS SPREADS THE WORD

what if im shadowbanned....... anways

rat is my pookie wookie schmookie random anon who decided to marry me and we have built a relationship on the fact that i saved them from downloading twitter and reddit

[snakegorl212006]

Exploration(final part)

Diasomnia

My heart drops when I approach this wing. Might as well be a castle. Grim cowers behind me sensing the same bad vibes as me. I clutched onto the flashlight ortho gave me and put on my brave face “you can do this. You can-” i jumped as the door opened. I sighed and i causley entered the wing. As soon as I entered the door slammed shut behind me. Nope nope nope nope. I cave sam will just have to get the 6 wings and i never have to never do this again. I turned the handle. It didn’t budge. I can hear grim meowing from the otherside. Wait…..he’s outside. Ok ok ok ok…. Let's get this over with. I can only assume grim is trying to find another way in. I turned on the flashlight and pointed at the lobby.  When I pointed the light upwards I spotted a slight shadow walking downstairs which made the light flicker. I froze. When the lights worked back again the shadow was gone. I gulped as I began trembling up stairs. Up stairs I felt nothing but cold sweat as I held on my forever vibrating necklace. “You human over there” A voice boomed through the silence. I jumped over the loud voice as I turned to see a young man dressed similarly to a knight decked in armor. His eyes glared at me which pierced my soul. “The young master wishes for your presents. It would be shameful of you if you make him wait longer” he scolded as he bore his fangs. Lord have mercy im freaking terrified. The more i owleshly looked at him the more inrage he became “Im i not speaking in the common tongue. Are you too dumb to understand the words which flow through thine mouth? Or perhaps you barely know how to move.fine i shall escort you myself” he declared which snapped me out of that minor moment of fear and stepped back “Are you making plans to escape!? YOu run away from our lord! Have you no shame. You stay there I shall escort you WITHOUT incident” He exclaimed. Yep imma book it. I ran away as I heard thumping and the clustering of armor as that loud knight ran after me. I turned the corner sliding in the progress because of the rug which ended up tripping the knight on the way which gave me time to loop back around and practically jump down the stairs. The back door. The door to the  gardens should be open. I ran through the hallway in the middle of the stairs “cease Your running human” his voice boomed again as i used what’s left of my adrenaline and stamina and burst through the back door and ran all the way to the garden woods. I have no idea how far I was but I was wheezing and panting as I tried to catch my breath as my heart ran miles. I collapsed on my knees needing some form of rest.hissing was heard from a distance. I looked up to see a swarm of bats and grim hanging from the scruffle. Great, I have to rescue him this time. I huffed as I regained some of my stamina. I grabbed back my flashlight and checked if it still worked,lucky it still does, and began my journey through the woods. I continued walking to where I reached the center where there was a large dome. Maybe not as big as savanaclaw’s but it was massive to say the least. I entered the dome and searched for grim. As soon as I entered the flashlight stopped working. I had to rely on the moon as I searched for that cat. Then I heard a squeak. A bat fluttered past me. It was smaller than what I've seen. I followed the small creature to see if it knew the way. A clearing was presented before me where a guy stood in the middle holding grim. I could tell that guy was smiling “my my. How did you get here little one” he asked grim, who squirmed in his hands. Then a cold hand covered my mouth and pulled me away from within the bushes. My blood went cold and I squirmed around myself as panic set in though my body not knowing what’s going on. We tripped on a branch and fell but it got me into more trouble as he began caging me with his arms “stop. You’re making this worse for yourself.it would be better for both of us if you calmed down” a voice spoke sternly. Then that man came around the bushes to see me and this perpetrator holding grim who was clawing at his cloak “silver, you’re being too rough with them. Keep this up you’re going to scare her to death, we can’t have them dying right now” he said. I was let go automatically as I shuffled away from him. Silver had a handsome face and beautiful purple eyes. He looked down “I'm sorry,” Silver said,as he got up. He walked over to me and helped me stand. “I assume this little guy is yours” the other man asked as he held grim up to me. Grim automatically jumped in my arms. He’s just as shaky as I am “oh where are my manners? Lilia vanrouge. Am at your service highness” lilia said as he bowed and silver bowed with him “highness?” i questioned “you do own this now properly yes. Therefore you technically rule these lands, no?” lilia said as he placed his hand underneath his chin, grinning at me with a bright smile “right. Our lord would like to meet you in person. He’s gathered enough energy now; perhaps our conversation can last overnight” lilia said. Lilia linked his arm around mine as he began to lead me out of the dome “Staying here isn't that bad. Beds are always made to fit your comfort and preference” he lists as he continues to drag me along. “You know your highness, our lord talks very highly of you since you’ve arrived and took charge of the place. Thanks to you It’s cleaner than I’ve ever imagined, "Lilia complemented. I awkwardly nodded as we followed along to the main building. We walked to the dining room where silver pulled out a seat for me. Lilia sat me down and patted my head “our lord should be around somewhere. We’ll find him so wait right here.” lilia said as he left the dining room with silver following behind. I looked over the corner and they were gone. Grim pawed my chest and meowed. I looked down at grim who’s paw was pointing at something. Almost like a miracle or a mistake on the ghost’s part but regardless the door was wide open.I looked to the left and to the right. No one was here. With that said I booked it.

Ramshakle

I slowed down when I reached closer to the main house. I huffed as i catched my breath. I dropped grim who was tight in my grasp. I was in the back of the main house woods and the path to ramshackle isn’t that far. I relaxed a little and I started walking. “Beautiful night isn't it” a voice spoke next to me which made me jump. Next to me was a very tall male with jet black hair. His eyes glowed a lime green as he stared down at me.The most pecural thing about him is the horns above his head. “Ah I’m sorry. I tend to have that effect on humans like yourself” he said as he stepped back a little. “No no. I just didn’t see you here.” i replied, feeling a little bad “why are you out here this late at night” i asked. He smiled as he replied “Roaming around these woods provides me with comfort.you can’t do too much when you're dead”   I just nod “who are you?” i asked once more “You don’t know” he asked “should I know?” I questioned back then I sighed  “well It's late and sleep is all I want right now. So just don’t freak me out ok” i said as i began to leave back. The tall male walks and catches up to me “may i accompany you. It’s dangerous at night.” he asked. I thought for a moment then remembering that the main house is made out of some ghost repelling crystal. “.....ok” I said. His eyes lit up slightly as we continued walking “so what’s your name anyways” i asked “i shall not tell you” he replied “so what do i call you” i asked once more

“Whatever you desire”

                                          “Whatever?” “Anything you wish”

                                                                     “You’re giving me too much power”

“How so? I just grant you permission to call me any name of your choosing”

   “We just met and you trust me way too much” I sighed. We reached the door and he had a slight frown “If you wish we can return to where I reside in” he asked “no I’m fine. I had enough traveling for one day and I'm really tired. Thanks though” I replied as I slowly backed away. I head inside the house while waving goodbye. Grim meowed as I sighed a breath of relief.

In the morning I showered and got dressed so I could head down to Sam's shop and report my initial findings. When I exited the door there was a slash mark on the floor. When I turned to close and lock the door, a larger scratch like burn mark was left there. Could it be that ghost? Is that what happens when they try to get in. I touched my neck and realized I forgot that necklace.i ran inside and grabbed the piece of jewelry. After that I made my way in town with a book of stories to tell. Sam’s gonna get a crack out of this one.

[apollo-the-frog]

im just gonna make a list of my favorite rwrb quotes

(sorry for any mistakes)

"you decided to put your dick into the heir to the british throne" zahra says, as she is actively pegging the equerry to the heir to the british throne

"HRH PRICE DICKHEAD💩"

to alex from henry

("is alex claremont diaz going to be a father?" news) 

to alex

"but we were ever so careful dear"

The turkey /cornbread knows my sins, 

Henry 

-alex

(I totaly... Privately called that)

-nora abt henry kissing alex

(I have no idea what a maypole is... Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?)-alex

"Who says make love anymore? Are we gonna like... Listen to Lana del Rey while we do it?) -alex

"everytime I see you it takes another year off of my life" -zahra after she sees henry in alexs closet 

[ALEX READING ONE LAST STOP]

"it's like there's a rope attached to my chest and its pulling me towards you"

-alex on the dock with henry

"if you want me to leave you'll have to tell me to leave"-alex at the palace after henry ghosted him

(WHEN THEY WRITE THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE I WANT IT TO INCLUDE YOU. And my LOVE FOR YOU!!)

-alex (i think) at the museum at night

"HISTORY, HUH? 

BET WE COULD MAKE SOME"

-alex at the museum at night

(and I'm not gonna get any work done until you let these lovesick homosexuals on the phone with one another) -zahra on the phone to shaan after email leaks (the lovesick homosexuals are alex and henry)

"the phrase 'see attached bibliography' is the single sexiest thing youve ever writen to me"-henry (i think) in emails

"Sugar, I cannot express to you how much the press does not give a fuck about who started what," Ellen says. "As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn't your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term."-ellen claremont, after the cake incident 

“You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”-alex, after email leaks

HRH Prince Dickhead @

You are the thistle in the tender

and sensitive arse crack of my life.

Text from Alex:

yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe?

Text from Henry HRH Prince Dickhead:

I BEG YOU TO NOT

A: "You are gonna go be, like, five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night, or else I am going to do something that I will deeply regret in front of a lot of very important people."

-after alex and henry make out in the red room

"O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin

dimples are mean to him."-henry in emails writing a story abt them to alex

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.”-(henry i think) in texts

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

-ellen claremont, the powerpoint presentation 

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a  cliff."(idk who said that but i think henry)

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."-alex (idk when)

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."-henry, with the queen

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit, says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled in the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe"-ellen claremont, on voicemail 

oh shit i forgot the agenst the walls one sorry 😢

if you know the page # or character/time mistakes put in tags :)

[fuutaprotectionsquad]

I'm here humbly requesting everyone's thoughts on Amane's strictures that she mentions in Purge March. If anyones seen a post analyzing those lines PLEASE TELL ME because im not going thru every purge march analysis im not that desperate (actually maybe i am).

The lines that are like:

'Tis ordained, thou shall follow thine destiny

'Tis ordained, thou shall discard vulgarity

'Tis ordained, thou shall deliver unto those thou believest in

'Tis ordained, thou shall stay thine course, then perish

Bc im interested in the old english-like translation of these lines cuz theres probably not like logic behind which old english was picked. It looks to be a mix of multiple and only a few words are in old(? middle?? shakespearean??) english. but ive been thinking about it. Mostly bc I want to copy the style for the cult strictures im writing. for the cult i made. fictionally. i promise im not making a real cult.

But anyway what I'm also interested in is the actual strictures themselves.

"Thou shall follow thine destiny" and "thou shall stay thine course, then perish" are very similar and im curious to know what the exact difference is. Im assuming the latter is where the "no medicine" rule falls into, but it could really be either. The only distinction i could make is that the former one is like "don't try to change fate" and the latter is "don't try to stop your death via things like medicine" but. that would only work if they had a means of determining fate (fortune telling and such) which they don't, since this isn't like a fantasy universe. But idk.

"Thou shall disgard vulgarity" is probably just don't curse and don't use god's name in vain and all that. Then "Thou shall deliver unto those thou believest in" is like. Hold others to the standard of your ideals ig? Hence why Amane's so mad at Shidou for healing the others even though she's not involved.

Anyway I just thought these were interesting. I wrote this at 2 am last night then didn't finish it so idk. im tired. Tell me ur thoughts :)

[msookyspooky]

OH MY GOD YOU DIDNT!!! THAT TEASE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO FUCKING READY!!! IM SCREAMING AND THROWING UP!!! I BOW TO THEE OH GREAT AND MIGHTY SPOOKY!!! THINE WORDS BE BLESSING TO YE EYES!! THOU SHALL BE PRAISED FOR THIS MASTERY!!! THY OWN SHALL WAIT TIL THOU BLESSES YE AGAIN!! IN THY NAME OF SPOOKY BLESSTH AND STABTH YE WITH LOVE!!!

seriously you’re amazing!! Thank you!!🥹💞

AWWWWW THANK YOU ILY SM YOUR REVIEWS ALWAYS HAVE ME SMILING ISTG YOU'RE THE BEST 💘💘💘💘

I'M SO EAGER TO WRITE STU AND BILLY IN THIS IDK WHAT STU EVEN DOES FOR A LIVING (Business....A business he can't tell you...Probably extremely illegal) BUT I'M READY!!

[creatiionary]

@swordofruln asked : do you judge what we have done , radiant father ? was it not You that allowed for us to perish and become this accursed , evil being ? was it not within Your power to stop our demise , yet to You denied us saving ? You claim to be so good and pure , but you do not care truly , do You ? ( [mun] yes hello im a BIG fan oml so here have some delicious angst )

— ❝ what I doth not care for is thine attitude , chien - pao . ❞ Its gaze alone is a warning , head raised high , narrowed eyes staring down at them as they speak . watch yourself . you should know better than to take that tone with Me .

— ❝ thou blameth Me for actions that were not of My jurisdiction , nor was I there to witness . thou blameth Me for what thou hast become , when it is a decision made by thee , independent from Mine own influence . thou ask why I didst not interfere , as if thine spirits art the only ones claimed by a cruel , untimely demise , ❞ the words come out in an even , empty tone , if only to mask Their rising anger , bubbling up in the back of Its throat . ❝ thine anger is understood . but to direct it towards Myself is misplaced . you would do better going to a more forgiving being , if your intent is to mindlessly lash out at someone . ❞

[runeofgold]

CW: angst, cursing

Ever since their entrapment in the Erdtree, Radagon has never been so disgusted, and betrayed by Marika. He holds himself, soft sobs which are strained and tired, he's been trying everything.. And nothing works. Nothing has worked..

So he sits as far as he can from Marika, who stands looking into the fog below their platform, now home. She's frowning.

"Silence thy sobs.. It's pathetic."

She says coldly, not even looking at him. Radagon sneers at her through his tears.

"I wouldn't be sobbing hadn't thee gone and ruin not only thine own life.. But mine, and every other living soul in these Land's.. Why couldn't thou be happy with what thee had?!"

Radagon says angrily, beginning to stand, ready to sock Marika one. She chuffs at him.

"I was bored of it all."

She says dully, not even looking at Radagon. Who scoffs back at her.

"Bored? BORED? Thou.. Bored? Thou fucking destroyed everything-.. Condemned innocent lives for thy own selfish wants! Thou art no ruler.. Thou is a selfish, conniving rat. I wish i was never part of thee.. Im so sick of thee walking all over me!"

Marika says nothing, as she silently looks off into nothingness.

"Thou was upset that everyone else had what thee didn't.. Love. A soul with value and consideration for anyone else but thineself.. Thou art lowest of the low, and I wish i could just have ignored thy call..."

Radagon doesn't make it to Marika, as he begins to crack in the face and body, crumbling to the floor with soft sobbings.

"Oh Rennala.. Rennala..."

Marika looks to her pitiful other half, and rolls her eyes.

"Won't thee quit thy incessant whining?.. Heavens above its terribly annoying. Thy words are meaningless, and thee speak to me as if I am nothing more-"

"Thou art NOTHING! Silence thyself! For only a damned fool dies on a hill of rot and bones!"

Radagon angrily barks. Marika stands to stay.. Quiet.

"Thou has't took everything- EVERYTHING from me.. I can have my damned emotions if thou can ruin the fucking world we once stood in..."

Radagon snarls lowly at her.

"I can't stand thy words anymore.. Thou art a fool thineself, believing thine silly words even mean something to me anymore."

Marika says flatly, not even phased by his insults, by his hatred of her.

"Tried and true, I hate thee with every ounce of mine being... And so I hate mine own existance.. For I never seek to please thee ever again."

In his distaste for her, Radagon kicks a loose rock at her, before getting up, and fading out of existence.. For he no longer needs to exist outside of Marika. Leaving her alone..

[mushroomyanizzy]

Fear not, mine own dear, thou art not a fool, For in truth, thy efforts bring joy, like a jewel. To mimic my speech, 'tis a merry sight, And in this I find much pure delight. Understand well, 'tis an art, not a jest, A dance most graceful, thou must perform best. Do not let thy feet grow weary or cold, For with time, this art thou shalt soon behold. But until that day, let thy words flow free, Speak as thou art, let thy true self be! -Thine ever faithful, [REDACTED]

Hi agaiin! Sighh I just wanted to be cool like uu^^ But alas... Ill be my true selfff Anyways! Im glad to write to you again :3. If you dont mindd, I have some questions for you! You dont have to answer ofc! What is your fav flowerrr? Do you have any music artists? Thats all for now my poetic anon! Sorry its so shortt -Izzy

[hauntedmoon519]

faustian biopic

*clicks*

"so this is the last kind of take before we

wrap this up do you have anything you'd like to say

about your life?"

i want you to know

before you realize the

soot stained half truths you croon

i cant feel

any of this

and yet you, you

feel it all while i

feel what i am

null.

"hm. i gotta think you know i always

thought that id, id, id know what to, to say in interviews but

i really dont know"

you forgot and yet

i am used to dosing everyone

with subconscious amnesia as

i make them crave to sleep

perchance to dream

no more about me

this poison must be

culled so

kiss her with your salted

serenades and swallow

the drafts you forget

"please go ahead, take your time"

"im an addict. i mean

its not news. -i -i come from a

-a family of um addicts. i went to rehab when i was

in high school and it was strange, you know. no, no one really takes

you seriously but i was an adult as a kid, -i i had to be the

anchor you know? that dead weight that kept everyone alive"

there'll be times when my crimes

will almost seem unforgivable

i give into sin

the poison had leeched into

the water too early too little too

late and yet

i am ill

poisoned be

one word proverbs

they are simple and strong they

do not encircle manies they

multiply and encapsulate them

for i am but a storm

the phone crackles with

warm pulses

how does it fit?

like its not mine

it should fit you

carry that for a reason

"so tell us about your first film

you wrote and directed it at 17

horror, based on what you described your

emptiness you said you hollowed yourself out

but this was always there?

monochrome monster, you called it"

part time superstar

go ahead and drink

ill hold your hair as you

kiss her as you admit the

fucking truth but why

should i care if you

dont?

"whoa thats a

a deep cut. its about me.

i know a lot of people think they've

solved it that they know what it is

truth is that its me. thats all you need to know"

The thorned crown of

Death sits atop the Crooked brow

how Heavy doth it sits Perchance to

cause sleep Nightmares upon which

Thine ankles perches the Fetters of

the Smith with his shattered limbs and

bitter Smile you ask Meself to which Upon

the devil Lies in chains wrapp'd Through

thoust wrists in Atonement so Sacrosanct

through the trials and Yet bastard I have

been given a name

the Monster in the dark

the witch of TheWwilds

cry out cry out my Sweet lark

fore with Fright you shant be Beguiled

seductive and Sultry the Leviathan

wandering amidst the underbrush

you are Scared of it upon your trials

ashes upon Ashes snow upon snow

i am the covenless

mother maiden and crone they

have birthed me in abandonment

down the road down the road

down the road we go

tell the devil and her curses

that i am not enough

atlas was just enough

"how does it feel knowing you

wont ever be enough to be interviewed

for real that these are just your

voices? they forget to ask and you do

not remind them so they

wash their hands of you"

i am a good soldier

and good soldiers follow

orders

attack dog shoot and kill

bleed them dry

you are a weapon

and our monster

nothing more

nothing less

you are a good soldier

the lost son.

cut.

*fade to black*

[holeodemony]

My brain when I see her:

My darling. My sweet. мой милый. 恋人. My beautiful lover. Mio dolce amore. It has been nigh a full moon's course since we gave last met, and yet my heart aches without the soothing balm that is your touch. Your mere gaze does more than a million years of rest. Your hair like locks of an auburn Autumn's breeze. With thine absence, my longing has grown unbearable. Your name is like a curse upon my ear — it's very murmur makes my heart race. You are the sun in my day, my moon and stars at night, guiding me every waking moment. It is an honour to be in your presence, my love.

What I actually say when I see her:

Uh. Hi!! Hello. Yes. Um. Youre alive. Good, good. Uh can y. oh. You're pretty. I forgot how pretty you are. Uh. Are. You sure you like me?? Like im an 8 at best and youre a goddamn goddess uh. Well hello there again uhm. Yes. Could. Could we hold hands? No? Ok ok cool whatever you say. Uh. I. Love you a lot. Wait no I said that out loud fuck— nothing I said nothing uh. Wow youre pretty. Like. What's the word for prettier than pretty. Uh. Ultra pretty. Yeah that

[echoofthehippiegypsyspacechick]

Lately I feel like I am quietly drowning. I feel like I am slowly loosing the essence of my spirit never to be found. the light in me is dying. yet here I am pathetically still God damn trying. and trying at what? a rat race? a Circle to catch what? my tail? Im desperately grasping at what seems like a very pointless journey lost and deprived of all meaning. just a blank existence of eternal suffering. the magic lost around me. the numbness creeps in slowly as deadening as the cold creeping into the soles of my feet piercing past the skin leaving a dull ache that slowly then too printed over so deeply any memory of warm sunshine against my feet as it danced barefoot into the summer times sand so much so that the Lines of the two existences are so tumbled together that you cant read much less barely perceive any letters or words the sentence just scribbles of what now remains the definition of emotional hollow deadness. my spirit dying as I have all but worn out the pads of so many different shoes attempting blindly to navigate through this forest name my life journey. As I curse the Fates for blessing me with such a beloved gift as empathy but like all others before me I knew not my power and shirked off its responsibilities blindly innocently because those who are ignorant in knowledge are those who truly live in a daydreamed hallmark reality. too ignorant to grasp the true psychological depth of Cause and Affect around them with the starving eyes of an empath taught the meaning and conceot of assests and liabilities, too young to be taught the pregnated concept of Manipulation with human beings as the chess pieces and still too young to taste evil and its melodies that sang so sweet but doesnt always thine enemy? to entrapt you into its chessboard and become a horrific frozen rook, another expendable means to an end to achieve a Puppet Masters Meticulous Plan with no chance of any thank you or even a personal gain as repayment for your unjust prison sentence simply because you were just in the wrong place at the right time and framed for the murder you were falsley convicted with.

Out of foolish pure selflessness you charged forward to save the world and its price was your soul like all Life Magic, but you were never warned of this cursed bloodmagic, so you handed away the most precious pieces of your shade/essance unknowingly unquestioningly like a the hero in all your silly fairytail books read in the hours upon hours of solitude hoping to distract your from the loneliness that clawed at your belly after the third day of starvation because your forefathers and your peers cruelly felt some sort of sick satisfaction from dangling the knowledge of how to feed yourself for life as a cruel inhumane means to control you and selfishly trap you to thier jealouse greedy selves slowly feeding off of you over the years like the poor children in Tim Burtons Coraline film.

Signed: EchoOfTheHippieGypsySpaceChick