#where was I going with this?

[epickiya722]

It's still something to me that Sukuna knew Yuji was his nephew for like a month and didn't tell Yuji that.

Why he didn't, I don't know. But I guess it's because he didn't care to, at the end of the day. There would have been no point to it.

Even still, Sukuna wanted to so badly break Yuji's spirit and he didn't figure that may have done it, revealing they're technically family? Because had Yuji known, I'm sure it would have upset him.

Then again, maybe Sukuna figured "the brat wouldn't believe me anyways". In 248, he mentions no matter what he did, Yuji isn't breaking.

A part of me also feels like Sukuna just didn't want to be reminded that he still had family. The more you don't think and mention something and ignore it, the more nonexistent it becomes.

Maybe he acted dismissive while revealing that information to Uraume, who was more surprised and curious, to kind of cut off that connection. Extinguish that feeling of what it's like to have family that could care for you.

He was there to witness how Yuji's relationship with Choso changed and maybe it reminded him of what could have been had he and his twin survived in the womb. (I still think Sukuna just had it out for Choso and maybe part of the reason could be because Choso was so devoted to be being a big brother while Sukuna didn't get to experience having a sibling.)

We see how he acts just from Yuji showing any bit of sympathy and pity for him.

Maybe he is disgusted by the idea of human connections and emotions genuinely. That his own "me, myself and I" mentality is so strong that he convinced himself that even having family is absurd to him? And what if a part of him, deep, deep down just feels he doesn't deserve that love?

I'm just rambling and pondering right now.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Nora: I bet Jaune Could take Ironwood in a fight.

Jaune: Nora no!

Winter: You must have a great deal of confidence in Mr. Arc. Why is it you believe that?

Jaune: We really don't need to do this!

Nora: Well, Fearless leader has a Shield, which means bullet will do pretty much nothing, He's spry enough to avoid most gunfire, and the General could easily run out of bullets before Jaune manages to close the distance entirely.

Winter: But as Jaune could be knocked back by the Gravity dust infused ones.

Nora: He Held a Charging Nuckelavee back! Gravity dust is nothing!

Jaune: Nora Stop!

Nora: And as for the Cannon, well, Jaune tanked a hit from Cordovin's Mech while amping my own aura so we could survive and still had some to spare, plus that thing takes a while to charge a single shot, giving Jaune ample time to get close and/or recover aura!

Winter: Hmm. Fair Points. What had you so hung up on this conversation, Mister Arc?

Jaune: ... Well ... Given my luck I'd figure that the general would've-

Ironwood: Huntsman Jaune Arc, report to the training field immediately. And Good Luck.

Jaune: ... Overheard.

Jaune: Nora?

Nora: *Smug* Yes?

Jaune: No Pancakes for a week.

Nora: NOOOOOO!

[llondonfog]

Listen, will I ever be unemotional about Lilia being constantly surprised by Silver's love/care/worry for him? No.

Lilia has lived a lifespan beyond the possible contemplation of any mortal and even those of his own kind— fae children speak the name of General Vanrouge in hushed, awed tones, their country's valiant hero who served to protect them all in the wars with humanity. His status is legendary (they don't know how his bones ache at night), his reputation of a fierce warrior and shrewd tactician proceeding him no matter where he travels (they don't realize he wakes from dreams more often than not with shouts tangled in his teeth and a hand reaching for a sword that's no longer there).

Not only is he a trusted advisor to his country's ruling family once he retires from the warfront (a shock to all— General Vanrouge has become synonymous with bloodshed and victory; how will the country survive without its greatest defender?), he serves as a guardian to their only heir after an unfortunate fate has befallen the prince's parents. It's not a role he can imagine himself ever to be properly suited for (can he hold a creature that's only known innocence and peace? does he have the right to?), but the Queen is a dear friend by now, and far be it from him to refuse such a sorrowful request.

And yet, despite his days spent with the princeling, guiding and shaping the capricious future of their kingdom, he has no family to truly call his own. He would never encourage the child to call him Father or step into a role where one had been before him; Malleus' parents were brilliant, bright beings in their own right, their son should not be allowed to forget them.

It is not until he stumbles across an abandoned human child on a spring day in the woods that he will finally understand what the poets mean when they speak of a love so unconditional, no storm could ever douse its spark. The irony could not be lost upon him— he has slain countless thousands of this infant's brethren, and it smiles up at him as if Lilia has hung the moon in the sky and painted the stars there just for its happiness. It's a smile that exists only for him, for Lilia, orchestrator of tragedies. A smile that sees through every mask he has for every role that he plays, and finds a home within the tainted nature of his soul.

The boy loves him, wants to protect him, wants to worry for him in ways that no child should have to sacrifice for their parent. And as much as it's wondrous, it's so very, very frightening.

[teehee-vibes]

Sometimes, I think I want Grizzly to put more gay men in Riptide.

Other times, I remember Dark Puckered Hole and reevaluate.

[thanks-obillma]

i like to think that in universe, the scenes inside mike's head are a) animated/cartoon, and b) questionably canon. like they asked him a few questions to get a general idea and then just animated whatever they needed for the plot

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

You guys remember, “I have seen the acorn before the oak”, right? When Madoc came to visit Eva in the prologue of The Cruel Prince?

Apparently one method of tricking a changeling child into revealing their identity is to pretend to cook a meal for many people in an eggshell. The changeling, upon seeing this, will, in astonishment, say

Acorn before oak I knew,

An egg before a hen,

But I never heard of an eggshell brew

A dinner for harvest men.

or something along those lines, thus implicating him.

This is from a Celtic fairytale titled Brewery of Eggshells and is from Thomas Crofton Croker’s first volume of Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland which was published in 1825.

I think Holly Black might have seen this Facebook post because it has the EXACT same words in it and was posted in 2012. 6 years before the publication of The Cruel Prince.

Thoughts?

P.S. I don’t think anyone else has interpreted the quote in this way but @rhysiedarling has written a particularly interesting piece where she refers to it as an example of foreshadowing.

[lumiilys]

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[quibbs126]

Random thing, but in my continued search for things to base Cookies off of, I found something that I thought could fit Second Watcher Cookie, that being kokuto, also known as black sugar. From what I understand it’s basically just unrefined cane sugar made in Japan, more specifically Okinawa

This is what it looks like

I dunno, I just thought it’d was neat and could work as his name

And also because now I want to change what I used to call Second Watcher, Toffee Cookie, into this. Though I haven’t figured out which is better, Black Sugar Cookie or Kokuto Cookie

[just-slightly-chayotic]

why do i always end up here (dum dum's mv on repeat) (banging my bruise (fell down the stairs again because of jeff) against the doorframe)

[enniewritesathing]

🚨

so, after tomorrow there's two posts left of this segment and then the buffer runs out. I'm not sure how many scenes/segments that's gonna be but I may have to split it (I haven't started it yet lol). It may also be a while. Who knows. And honestly, given the length of it, there may be 1 post a day instead of every other day.

I know the story isn't everyone's cup. I've said that several times and it's pretty clear. (and also, it turns out that this story is v. personal and Ill maybe discuss that when its all said and done... it's nothing terrible!) and it's caused me to be kind of shy about talking/hyping it up. Feels like I'm just chucking this thing into the void with the countless tzrs (I know it doesn't help me in the slightest and its annoying, etc etc.)

Theres some heavy things in there!! But, y'know, this has to happen I think.

So let me thank anyone who's reading it, reblogged it or remotely interested in it. I'm positive yall got something to ask. Or even tell me what do *you* (🫵) think?

tl;Dr -- last part will be posted on the 6th and that'll be it (for now).

[bcdwclves]

One of the reasons why I wanna mod so bad in ffxiv is so I can give my Au Ra’s / WoL’s a xenomorph tail.

And muscles.

And a big, swangin’ cock.

[skyward-floored]

uhhhh you good

Oh yeah fine, I'm just kinda shaky I'll be good. only been up 16 hours r so

hm my parents are on the verge of hysteria because my mom said "what if teriyaki had a silent p at the beginning of it"

[lilith-clawthorne-appreciation]

yknow all those bald lilith jokes i made. back when elsewhere and elsewhen was about to come out? yeah

[noodlesoldblog]

1. Here me out... fandom. Fuck reality.

2. Try doing your own mind up nice! I mean, don't take mine as an example because it's an abandoned and overgrown soviet power station with irradiated deformed military science projects gone feral in the basement but hey the mountains are nice and there are cool folk in there.

- Mars

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]