#without you there wouldn't be this

[eveningearlgrey]

Percilot Gothic Horror AU

This AU is inspired by the song below.

It all started in a modern day. Percy was invited to his friend's countryside manor for a summer vacation. Despite being there for the first time ever, the place gave Percy a nostalgic feeling the moment he stepped in. It felt like coming back home, as if he used to be there before.

On the first night, Percy had a dream of dancing in a fancy ballroom with another man. He had no idea who he was dancing with since he couldn't see the other man's face properly(it could be a masquerade ball or Percy just couldn't remember after waking up). However, he felt attracted to that man, the dancing partner in his dream. Percy was happy to be with him, at some point he almost wished that they could dance forever.

As Percy continued to stay in the manor, dreams also occurred more frequently, more vivid in details as if it actually happened. He dreamt about going to a picnic, reading a book in a study room, and taking a stroll near the manor with this mysterious man staying next to his side in every dream. But the strangest thing happened during late night when maids in the manor found Percy, still in sleepwalking state, dancing alone in the corridor.

Percy, with help from his friend, started to do some research about the place and its previous owner. Until they found an old painting collecting dust in the corner of the attic. It was a painting of a man, probably in the Victorian era.

"James…"

Somehow, this name popped up in Percy's mind when he saw the painting. And when they turned it around, there was a name written on the other side of the canvas. 

It's James. James Spencer.

At this point, everyone was very much concerned about Percy's condition and decided to send him to stay at the nearest hotel. Then, on the night that was supposed to be his last night, Percy had a dream again. But this time James was also there, pleading, begging him to stay, saying that he couldn't bear the thought of losing him again.

From now on, the story continued. As Percy dug through the history of the previous owner's tragic past, unraveled secrets hiding in the manor until he discovered the truth about himself.

Or rather, the truth about his past.

(Summary : It's ghost James and human Percival. They were lovers in their past life, but for some reason James's soul was still bound to the manor, while Percival was reincarnated into the persent-day Percy.)

[themthistles]

whenever i see another tiktok girlie talking about how she wishes to have been a fangirl in 2010s i feel like a seasoned veteran overhearing a foolish youngin boasting about wanting to go to war for glory and adventure. you naive little idiot. you know nothing. you understand nothing. you weren't there in the trenches. i have seen things, terrible things. i cannot plug in my phone charger at night without being plagued by the visions of Him

[moonlightmagical]

pov: you're sue sims, looking at your son asking you to voice act for another of his silly little spooky podcasts for gay people

[mari-lair]

Mirror Pictures

[umblrspectrum]

3 years of this godforsaken show

[ghosted-jazz]

Happy 10th birthday Dashcon!! Get painted idiot

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[userarmand]

[mellosdrawings]

Can the number trio carry each other well? I picture Leona and Vil can to Jamil but not sure Leona and Vil to each other and also Jamil carrying Leona and Vil.

Leona : Can probably carry both Vil and Jamil easily. That lion may be lazy but he's definitely not weak.

Vil: Can probably carry Jamil comfortably for a few minutes. Leona might be more difficult to carry though.

I feel like, because of his size compared to the other two, people kinda forget Jamil is canonically :

-a bodyguard versed in martial arts

-a breakdancer

Take it from someone who has ten years of dancing under their black belt and who is shorter than Jamil : I can carry people nearly twice my weight. Could already do it when I was Jamil's age. So long as you place yourself properly and lift with your legs, you can do impressive lifting!

It might not be the pretty kind that Leona is doing, but Jamil is a practical guy, and carrying is carrying.

Also being lean doesn't mean being weak!

[lotus-pear]

double black

[demaparbat-hp]

The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.

But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.

Anything.

.

The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid

[heybiji]

[gen-toon]

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[mobius-m-mobius]

how it started vs. how it's going: Staged (2020) // BAFTAs 2024 edition