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ragnarot · 9 days
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" eating X modern food would kill a victorian child . " WRONG . it would not kill jack . jack could eat an entire bag of takis & not blink .
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ragnarot · 5 months
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"Wolf, what did ROR do to your brain?" I don't fucking know. don't ask .
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ragnarot · 5 months
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so , @godthread & i were talking while he read round 4 . i never exactly thought of this too deeply myself , but seeing as he writes hades , looking at heracles summoning cerberus from a hades' perspective , i understand now . while heracles' powers draw on his twelve labors , it's ... interesting how he ACTUALLY summons cerberus , quite literally , from an interdimensional portal . cerberus then consumes parts of heracles , body and soul . and they thusly fuse into one being , parts of cerberus either becoming mixed with flesh , or heracles becoming more beastlike . bones , jaws , teeth , eyes , sticking out .
thunder saw this as a literal summoning , and i have to agree . i had thought , perhaps , it was heracles borrowing the essence of cerberus , but having it be literal makes more sense , and also implies ... something far worse . upon the cerberus-fused heracles defeat & death at the hands of jack , this leaves the gates of the underworld unguarded . thunder said that there is nothing left to keep the souls of the dead inside the underworld , let alone out , as well .
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heracles dies with cerberus still fused within him ( noted by the bones sticking out , the sharp claws , etc ) . jack doesn't just kill one divine being with his victory , jack technically kills two . not only is it ... heracles more or less stealing hades' pet & guard dog ( however that might've worked in regards to the labors harnessing powers ) , but jack delivered a killing strike towards hades' own hound . yikes . talk about an awful bout for hades to witness .
congrats , everyone , now the dead are going to walk the mortal realm ( at least , those belonging to the grecian pantheon , i presume , we'll see ) .
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can't even hold you in the dungeon because you'll eat the cobwebs. my children. feral.
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------ don't put me in a dungeon , madam . that is the very last place you'd want me to be in .
@aracharm
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ragnarot · 5 months
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cmon childproof cap you know it's me
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ragnarot · 8 months
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Odin gives Jack a knife...go free little man....
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" HOW VERY KIND of you , sir ... even if I may kill one of your very own with this very weapon . how poetic , indeed ! now , are you sure lady brunhilde wouldn't oppose to such a thing ? or do you honor whatever game you've decided to play with all of mankind ? "
@shieldbashing / for odin .
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ragnarot · 8 months
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“They’ll never find the body” is a boring threat. Threaten that they’ll never stop finding the body
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ragnarot · 9 months
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" now , now , you needn't be so rude ! " if anything , he feels nothing at all . nothing , not even the fake joy he so relishes unto others . her own discomfort meant little . always knowing he was disliked , anyhow . it never really bothered him . " we work together , don't we ~ ? " sing-song & light . " and , i've been nothing but nice to you , gita darling .
they say i'm good for business , after all . "
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HER SHOULDERS ARE TENSE. she does not even like the presence of him being around. ( he's way too annoying for her liking. ) her head tilts off to the side, showing her disinterest in him. ❝ what a pain. the dead treat me better than you do. ❞
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ragnarot · 9 months
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* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.
crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.
crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.
crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.
crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.
crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.
crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.
crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.
crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.
crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.
crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.
crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.
crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.
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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.
wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.
wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.
wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.
wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.
wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.
wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.
wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.
wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.
wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.
wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.
wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.
wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.
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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.
sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.
sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.
sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.
sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.
sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.
sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.
sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.
sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.
sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.
sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.
sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.
sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.
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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.
card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.
card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.
card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.
card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.
card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.
card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.
card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.
card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.
card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.
card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.
card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.
card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.
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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.
heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.
heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.
heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.
heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.
heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.
heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.
heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.
heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.
heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.
heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.
heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.
heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.
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ragnarot · 9 months
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Requiem of the Rose King | Baraou no Souretsu – Chapter 51
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ragnarot · 9 months
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" UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU , DEAR , I've yet to really leave your side , haven't i ? worry not . I know how to behave . "
@holyfated
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ragnarot · 9 months
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AND HERE I was thinking that everyone hated me so !
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ragnarot · 9 months
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things i noticed about the official translations compared to fan translations :
jack says "mum" outright as opposed to "mother"
his rather suggestive innuendos are canonical , even ending some of his sentences with a little heart like so ♡ . so , in this regard , it isn't just a mistranslation , but intentional .
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ragnarot · 9 months
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when i’m beheaded at least i was wedded and when i am buried at least i was married i’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior– but, oh, what beautiful things i’ll wear what beautiful dresses and hair i’m lucky to share his bed, especially since i’ll soon be dead
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ragnarot · 9 months
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writing a Jack sweep because it’s logical he’s going to win ? no . no no no . writing a Jack sweep because it’s simultaneously the weirdest & among the most horrifying outcomes ? yes absolutely
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ragnarot · 9 months
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You know who I “stan”? My mom
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ragnarot · 9 months
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“ GOOD GIRL , “ THE THIN MAN rocks gently on his heels , a crimson flourish gathered about his shoulders . swaying , slightly , excited ------ A CHILD'S GAME , was something to liken this to . his cloak made him look far more put-together than he actually was . his father's clothes , ever still . jack smiles , just like a knife . his hands meeting graciously as he watched her . intently . every , tiny motion of hers right in front of his eyes . " see , dear , i didn't poison it . you needn't be so afraid of me , now , should you ? of course not . "
and while she may not spare him another look , it means frightfully little to him . for his own sight was more valuable than any currency . they needn't look upon him . all he'd needed was a single glance . once , a glimmer through a locked keyhole , or stared at from across a busy street , and it would never be enough . the shape of one . the delightful , swirling colors that vexed him , that excited him . believing he'd had a heart again , and life was worth living .
my mother , beautiful ophelia of the streets ... she was in bliss when she'd left this miserable place . i made her that way . so beautiful . you are so beautiful . and i could do the same to you . i could make you happy . so long as you're breathing . your heart is pulsing , and i can hear you running through my veins . a rabbit's form , quick & lithe , fatal mercury & sweet honey .
but he isn't stupid , believe that or not . he isn't as foolish as he appears to be . if you can outsmart the gods , then , how fares one's wits among mortal men ? any the people of earth just your playthings , or were they always such to someone like you ?
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" do calm down , madam . " a strained laugh . there's much fun still to be had . " after all , the tea should help with that . " his own hand is surprisingly gentle . perfectly poised , and not a single tremor to be seen , excited though he is . the bowl of sugar scrapes forward , almost achingly so . a grating sound , harsh .
" but , i must ask you ... the curiosities are far too much to bear any longer . whatever do you think i would do to you ? "
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Of course I remember you. As a child remembers' its' first fear.
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His figure, illuminated by street lamp, the sole thing on that road, aside herself. And even yet, basking in the glow of bulb, something of him was DARK. A hunger, perhaps, in him that could not be satiated. A HUNGER FOR FLESH, FOR BLOOD, FOR LOVE. Eyes are affixed to that teaspoon, ears tuned to the sound that ricochets from CEMENT. NO, this was hardly a place to take a lady, but it was certainly a place to haul a VICTIM.
Sheen of sweat is thin on her brow, as she nods to his query. Memory would not strike his visage from it, down to the last detail. Odd eyes, that crooked smile ... It was all a fright. As actors would be on All Hallow's Eve, yet, this was no coordinated play. He was not going to stop, should she be too frightened, there would be no croon of soothing words.
Rabbit heart races, races, races, YOU'RE IN DANGER, GIRL, but there was no out here. She had such little inkling of where she had been, only following directions that DISGUSTING letter had provided ( something on it was dried and flaked off, and she forced herself to see it as all but blood, ) and here she was now.
Her laughter is a forced bleat as attention finds itself to tea, fingers taking small handle, hesitating, scared. He was going to kill her. He was going to poison her. She was a stupid girl, with stupid tendencies, and it was going to KILL HER.
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❝ Y... Yes, of course, thank you. ❞
She deigns to take a sip, brow furrowed. It's, of course, her favorite, but her mind, that PARANOIA, tells her ( all the drink is poison, all the drink is poison, ALL THE DRINK IS POISON!~ ) that it would be the end of her. Cup is settled back at saucer, and hands fold nervously in her lap, head turned as she takes the chance to rip her glance from his figure.
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