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undertakerslxt · 2 years

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soulmarked [grelle x fem!oc] | chapter three

Title; Soulmarked

Chapter Three; Training

Summary; Violet is introduced into the world of Grim Reapers-in-training.

Warnings; Standard Kuro warnings apply. In addition, this fic will heavily discuss suicide, depression, and to an extent will discuss homophobia, transphobia and body dysmorphia. Do not read if this will trigger you. Standard disclaimer also applies; I do not condone the prejudices shown here. If you're feeling depressed or suicidal, please seek help.

Note; all night by the vamps [slowed n reverbed] is literally Violet's theme that she lowkey would direct at Grelle. Also, I know Will's being kind of a dick here, but don't worry, he comes around.

Oh, and if you want to see the cover + aesthetics I make for this story, feel free to visit the Wattpad version linked down below.

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"YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU CHOSE to cut your own life short." The sharp voice of the man from last night cuts through the air, and the tension in the room is high. So is the confusion. "You did not respect the sacredness of life, and until you can work off your debt, you will be kept here at the Grim Reaper Association. Your job, once you graduate, is to collect the souls of dying humans and determine whether they deserve to die, and if they do, where their soul will be sent."

What a great start to my stay, I think. It's not ominous at all.

Director Spears, as I have learned is the proper form of address for him, rakes his gaze over us. The room is bare white and sterile, and yet somehow he's like a dark shadow in the middle of the light. I stand in line with ten other unfortunate souls unlucky enough to end up here. We all killed ourselves. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Director?"

I look over with the rest of the newcomers as a new voice pipes up. It's a timid voice, and comes from a man with slicked back white hair. He wears the same round spectacles the director gave me last night.

"Yes, Mr. Wilde?" He responds, his tone clipped. "What is it?"

"Doesn't it matter why we. . . you know, committed suicide? Isn't the reason enough to let us off?" His voice drops as he continues speaking, until he's barely whispering the last words. I find I can hear him perfectly well, and I wonder if that's because he's close to me or if it's some new reaper ability. "I mean, I can't speak for all of us, but some of us did to protect others. Or because we had no other choice."

He's not wrong there.

The face of my former maid flashes in my mind.

I wonder how she fared. Who discovered my body? Did they figure out who I was having an affair with, or did she get away? Is she okay? I wish I could tell her I'm sorry, but I did it to protect her.

"No. Unfortunately," he responds, "all that matters here is the manner of your death, which breaks the law that one must respect life. Now, no more questions until I have finished. Understood?"

Wilde shuts his mouth with a nod.

"For the next month, you will be taking classes on soul collections, reaping ethics, and practical skills that you will need if you are ever placed on active field duty," he continues. "You are expected to know everything by the end of the month, and I trust you will all attain high grades. The higher your grade, the more consideration your preference for department will be given."

Departments?

My eyes slide off the man, and onto the woman standing directly behind him. What department is Grelle in? Whatever department collects the actual souls? Grelle seems to notice my gaze, and her gaze flicks up from studying her nails. Her eyes meet mine, and the edges of her ruby-red lips curl up into a little smile. She is lounging against the wall behind the director, and I can't help but wish I could go over to her.

I smile back.

When I woke this morning, she was gone, and I came out of my room to discover I'd been placed in a small flat, and I had found a suit laid out for me on the bed. Three other girls were placed there as well. Introductions had been slightly awkward. No one wanted to address the elephant in the room: How did you die? At that moment, I'd never been so grateful that my wrists were covered from prying eyes.

The world was still so utterly confusing, but at least I wasn't alone in my feelings. It gave me comfort to know I had others in the same situation who I could possibly talk to.

"After your month of classes is up," his voice cuts into my thoughts again, "you will be put on rotating shifts with every department. While your appearance in this department cements your placement with Soul Retrieval, you will need to understand how the entirety of the London Division functions in order to properly perform your jobs."

When I look back to him, his eyes are boring into me.

I shift on my feet nervously, not liking how he's practically singling me out silently. That's what it feels like, anyway.

"This is Mr. Sutcliffe," he continues, and I look back to Grelle just in time to see her shoulders tense ever so slightly. "He is a senior reaper in our department, and he is your superior." The director adjusts his spectacles with what looks like a set of pruning shears, making them flash in the light. "Mr. Sutcliffe and myself will oversee your training. If you have questions, direct them to either one of us. Note that I will only answer a question once, and I expect all of you to listen."

"Oh, lighten up, Will, darling," Grelle chuckles from behind him. "You're so intimidating~" She stands from the wall, stretching her arms out over her head in a lazy gesture. "They'll have time to learn everything."

"Yes, well, they will need to learn it quickly."

Grelle tilts her head with a smile that displays her sharp teeth, and she leans an arm on the director's shoulder. "Now that all that boring stuff is out of the way, how about we show you all the real fun stuff? You'll get Death Scythes, for starters, although you'll start out with training scythes. Oh my, it's been a while since I had the time to teach a new batch of fresh, young souls! This should be so much fun."

Grelle's eyes meet mine again, and for a second in time, I could swear her expression became softer. Then it's back to being bright, and Grelle is waving us all forward. William's sigh is heard throughout the room.

Grelle's demeanor today is such a stark contrast to the one last night.

I move forward with the rest of the trainees as she and William point us through the door on the far end of the room. Grelle seems to be chatting him up as I move past. Why does that bother me?

To my utter disappointment, Grelle breaks off from our group within minutes, citing some sort of paperwork. I watch as the tails of her red coat disappear around the corner, and I'm left alone in this strange group of people I know nothing about.

"And this is the Library of Cinematic Records," William's voice drones. I peer up as I step through the door, and I nearly forget to breathe. (Do reapers even need to breathe?)

There is no ceiling in sight above us, just stories upon stories of books. In the center of the room, part of the floor is cut away, and as I walk closer to the edge, I can see it spirals down into nothing but darkness. Another student is right beside me, and he leans over the railing for a better view. There's a flash of silver, and he's dragged back from the edge right as something white rockets up from the darkness.

William severs the white strip of what appears to be film. "Be exceedingly careful in this library," he warns us. He adjusts his glasses, and they flash white for a moment so his eyes can't be seen. "Cinematic Records are the memories of humans, and some remain dangerous even after death has occurred. In such cases, the Records must be subdued and locked away before they can be safely stored on the shelves. If you see a book with a lock on it, you are to never touch it."

I swallow hard. The rescued student has gone pale, and he rubs the back of his neck in an ashamed manner. "Sorry, Director."

While it's not the first room we saw, the library is certainly the most breathtaking, in my opinion. The director also showed us offices, laboratories and even the workshop that the craftsman "Pops" made all of the reapers' spectacles in. None of them compared to the massive beauty of this place.

The director turns back to the rest of the group. "Now, when you are placed on field duty─"

"What if we don't want to be reapers?" A new voice cuts him off, and there's a flash of impatience in our superior's eyes. This cannot be good. I turn, but I can't see who's speaking. "Look, our lives were shit, and now you want to make us work for eternity? I should just walk right on out of here."

"If those are your feelings on the matter, then you will be appropriately dealt with," he responds. There's a sudden cry of surprise from the direction of the original protest. I raise myself on my tiptoes and can just barely see two new faces have appeared beside the student. They grasp his arms and begin to drag him off.

He's gone within seconds.

"I trust no one else wants to voice their opinion?" William asks us coldly.

We all shake our heads.

"Good. You are here to atone for your sins, and you do not have a say in the matter." He clears his throat. "Now, as I was saying, when and if you are ever placed on field duty, you will be collecting these records and transporting them back to the library. You will judge, I hope fairly, the human's soul, and send them to either Heaven or Hell."

I had always wondered if such places were real.

This. . . this seems like some purgatory, some in-between state. Neither pleasant nor torturous, but a sort of plain existence. If that's all there is to this world, how do reapers not go insane? How will I remain sane?

I had hoped you wouldn't follow this path. Grelle’s words echo in my head again, and I think I understand the sadness behind them now.

"While in training at the Academy, you will be quartered with three other students. These will be your classmates, your housemates, and your peers once you have graduated. Friendship is not required, but I do hope you all remain civil."

He sounds like he's had issues with this before.

Just how long has Director Spears been here?

He continues speaking, but there's a flash of red rounding the corner of a library aisle and my heart suddenly tightens. She's talking to a man too far away for me to make his face out, but he has blonde hair that fades to deep brown at his roots. He says something, and she shoves him in what looks to be a playful manner.

"Miss Wyntervane, Miss Evergreen, Miss Clearly and Miss Heyward, you will be living in Dormitory B, Hall 2." I drag my eyes off the woman in the far corner, hoping William didn't see my distraction again. He's not looking at me. "I suspect all of you are, however, already familiar with your dorm mates."

I lock eyes with the three other girls I met earlier today. One of them, Lily, gives me a half smile, and it makes me feel better. Maybe we can be friends.

He moves on to other groups, and when he's finished, he dismisses us back to our rooms. Our schedules for the next month of classes and training sessions should be waiting for us back in our dorm, he informs us, before herding us out of the library and informing us we are not allowed to be in there unsupervised for now.

Once our group disperses, I find myself drawn to the three other girls in my dorm. We all stand together in the corner of the hall, eyeing each other. "That was. . ." I mumble.

"Interesting," the brunette finishes off. Samantha, right? She lets out a sigh. "Director Spears is intimidating."

"I thought he was going to murder Wilde on the spot earlier," Lily confesses, and despite the seriousness of our situation, I stifle a laugh.

"We're already dead, remember?"

The other girl, Rose, gasps at my comment. The other two freeze at my comment, and all of them stare at me. Then Rose snorts, and the four of us absolutely lose it. It's such a hysterical situation that we can't help but laugh at it. We're dead, and our entire world has been upended, and it's all so horrible but if I don't laugh I'll start bawling again.

"Oh, yeah, we're fucking dead, but does that mean more manicures for eternity?" Lily quips, and as soon as I think I'm done laughing, it starts up again. It's such a noblewoman thing to say.

"Do you think we'll pick up tips from the dead on how to do hair?"

"Samantha, you can't just say that!"

It takes another five minutes for my laughing fit to subside, and then my stomach is aching. I haven't laughed so hard in. . . how long? I brush the tears of humor and despair away from my eyes. I snicker a little to myself, before clearing my throat and dragging in a deep breath. The other girls are similarly recovering, and after a minute, the silence has returned.

"So. . ." I clear my throat again. "You suppose we should explore?"

I wish Grelle were here.

Today has been nothing but wild, and it's left me with an exhaustion that's bone-deep. An afternoon spent exploring the halls and rooms of the academy wasn't too adventurous, and I opted to return to the dorm shortly afterwards.

It's not even been two days, and yet I miss Grelle not being here with me.

I can't expect her, a senior reaper, to spend every night with me, though. She must have so many more important things to attend to; souls and probably paperwork and ─ do reapers even have paperwork? Whatever her job is, it's much more important than making sure some new trainee isn't crying.

Still, I can't help but wish she would come hold me.

The cobwebs of strange sleep have almost taken over my mind when there's a strange new noise. A knock. I sit up in bed. The world outside my window has shifted from golden hour to complete darkness. I groan to myself, but maybe it's Grelle and she's here to hold me─

No, she has better things to do than deal with some whiny newbie.

Samantha is on the other side of the door. I ignore how my heart sinks. "Yeah?"

"Violet, uh. . . Mr. Sutcliffe is asking for you," she begins.

"Miss."

"What?"

I blink, realizing what I'd just said. "Oh, uh. . . It's actually Miss Sutcliffe. She's not. . . she's not a man." I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. Was I supposed to say that? Did Grelle want me to keep what she told me a secret? As I move my arm, I realize my wrists are smarting again.

"Oh." Samantha just stares at me, and I get the feeling she's trying to process the information. "Director Spears. . ."

"Uh, yeah. . ."

Samatha blinks too, as if trying to organize her thoughts. "Well, Miss Sutcliffe is at the door asking for you. Says she wants to make sure you're alright."

A smile crosses my lips.

She did come to see me, after all.

#william t spears x reader #william is a dick i'm so sorry #but he comes around #i swear #grelle is perfect thank you #grelle sutcliffe #black butler #grim reapers #shinigamis #manga #anime #angst

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gloriousmonsters · 3 years

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...goddamn, I’m still thinking about this wen ning-su she swap AU, because the question occurred ‘if you can use demonic cultivation without a core, and awakened fierce corpses seem pretty similar to humans aside from the lack of spiritual energy... could an awakened fierce corpse use demonic cultivation?’

anyway in this ‘verse WWX decided to go on a little sabbatical to the Burial Mounds to meditate or something, and then wound up staying there because the pressure for him to Stop Being Him kept growing and him and Jiang Cheng’s relationship was becoming more strained; this was still meant to be temporary but it gets complicated when rumors spread that he’s starting a sect based on demonic cultivation, and wwx is like ‘lol no I’m not?’ only to poke his head out of the cave he’s been napping in and find out that sms has returned from wherever he went to brood last and has been recruiting people that show up as disciples

screaming arguments happen where sms is like I’M SORRY FOR ATTEMPTING TO GET US MANPOWER WHEN WE’RE ABOUT TO GET ATTACKED ANY DAY NOW and wwx is like STOP TELLING PEOPLE THINGS AND SAYING I SIGNED OFF ON THEM oh wait i’ve packbonded with some of these losers you brought in now. i guess i’m a bit more ok with it

(jgy is currently hiding the whole wen fam in his basement and repeatedly hurrying his assistant, a-ning (who definitely isn’t a wen who thinks he looks like a wen? don’t be silly) away from jin zixun before things go bad on either side)

I’m seeing wwx’s death in this ‘verse either being a modified Qiongqi Path - there’s no Hundred Holes Curse in this scenario, but look, I REALLY don’t think you need to try hard to make jin zixun want to try and take out wwx; and it would be so easy to play a scenario where wwx and sms argue about him going, causing wwx to slip off to go alone and get caught without backup--or some kind of scenario where the Jin kidnap one of the Yiling Wei’s younger disciples and use them as bait for wwx to come over and get killed. either way, he still dies around the same time, but sms--and the rest of the sorta-sect--still have demonic cultivation on their side, and they successfully defend the Burial Mounds against siege. everyone thinks about their life choices for a bit, someone yells ‘we’ll get ‘em next time, boys!’ and we cut to 13-16 years of very very uneasy peace

(in this scenario you could TOTALLY still have at least jiang yanli, and maybe even jin zixuan, alive if you wanted! just realized that.)

(in the wwx-is-dead interim, wen ning assists jgy in killing nmj quick n’ sweet with some untraceable poison or something. rip nmj. wen ning is also REALLY useful in knocking people out for ‘assassinations’ to be conducted by ‘outside forces’, etc. he also gets along great with all the kids! great guy)

i could see sms as, before wwx’s death, basically trying to pretend he hadn’t died (don’t read into the amount I cover up or the fact I never use qi in public anymore! I still carry a sword AND my robes are wrapped the right way. shut up) but after, leaning ALL the way into the oldstyle Yiling Patriarch, nightmare of the battlefield aesthetic. the Yiling Wei have almost a Ghost Valley rep--are they human? are they demons? we just don’t know, etc; and sms gets ALL the atmospheric mileage he can out of being Actually Legit Dead. god. he’d probably get some kind of White Grim Reaper moniker and encourage the fuck out of it. wwx is going to die of secondhand embarrassment when he comes back to life and sees how edgy everyone’s aesthetic is

(look I don’t know HOW this happens exactly but in this AU i need jin rusong to live also. usually I don’t really care but I just reread what i wrote above and pictured Wen Ning--possibly not able to see his family all that often because jgy got them settled somewhere safe, but rather out of the way, and he has duties in Jinlintai--bonding with jgy’s kid, and my heart is FULL i need this)

also there’s so much delicious tension in the idea of WWX coming back to a world where the Yiling Wei/Burial Mounds are an entity, and are locked in a vicious semi-cold war with Lotus Pier (sms would Absolutely capture and torture jiang disciples as retaliation for losing his demonic cultivators) meanwhile LWJ is. still just trying to do his thing, waiting to see if wwx’s spirit ever shows up, wishing he didn’t really fucking hate everyone else who used to know wwx

#gay necromancy: the show #i will not write another fic i will not write another fic #su she #wen ning

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ryoskuna · 3 years

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⭑ teacher’s pet | prelude (reader-insert version)

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader/original character, platonic!yuji x reader.

genre: older itadori brother/tattoo artist!sukuna au. baby/kindergartener! yuji. parenting!au, some domestic fluff (later on), other things will be added as they come up.

warnings: possible grammar errors, drama, mentions of insecurity, mentions of death (via yuji, and extension, sukuna’s grandfather), tattoos, mentions of food, mentions of abandonment, motorcycles, parenting, additional stuff will be tagged as it comes up, sukuna’s sometimes a bit ooc (i guess??? feel free to tell me if he is).

additional notes: sukuna looks like a mixture of his original form, and has the extended height from his original form in this (so he is a large, muscular man/a damn beefcake) and yuji as a teen with the naturally pink hair and brown sides. if i could draw him, i would. also, i tried to be as gender neutral as possible, but this will may become more feminine leaning, but i’ll try my best to keep the reader version gender neutral.

word count: 3.1k

here’s the original character version if you’re interested.

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summary: sukuna is yuji itadori’s older brother, and a tattoo artist. but nothing takes more priority than his baby brother, even if he isn’t good at showing it. when yuji falls head over heels for his kindergarten teacher, sukuna soon learns exactly why the six year old likes her.

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spotify playlists: ( x, thank you @gillinanarts ) and this is like a soundtrack ( x ). sukuna specific playlist ( x ).

“Tch,” Sukuna scratched at the nape of his neck as he went to tug at the door. “I got it, old man!” His lips were pulling into a sneer at the thought of some kid playing ding-dong-ditch. However, if it weren’t for the muffled noise of a small animal, he wouldn’t have looked down at the car seat at his feet. He was tempted to nudge it with the toe of his left foot but then decided against it. Maybe that wasn’t an animal. After all, usually… humans were in car seats, right? He squats down towards the carrier, and pinches the blanket between his index finger and thumb, only to see a chubby, red-faced baby, his fists chunky and rubbing at his face. It takes two blinks and a skip of his heartbeat to finally make sense of the note attached on the top of the carrier before Sukuna ever moves to wipe a tear from the baby’s face. “Yuji, huh?” He murmured as the baby made a noise before proceeding to try and grab one of Sukuna’s oversized fingers. Yuji mutters something in baby garble, even sort of glares at it — if a baby could glare, that is — and tugs on it.

“You got a good grip there, brat,” Sukuna chuckled as Yuji grips his finger and tries to pull it into his mouth, only for the older brother to curl his finger down, stretching back to pick the carrier up and bring it inside, nudging the door closed with his foot. He may be eighteen, but he’s not stupid. He hadn’t seen his mother or father in thirteen years, but they still had the nerve to leave their second kid on the doorstep — as if they were telling his grandfather, “You did so well with the first one, here, raise our second one too!”

Another snort left him as he rolled his eyes. His grandfather had done his best — but it didn’t stop the two trips to juvie, and all the countless times he had gotten detention, or a letter was written to his grandfather about his behavior that he had either forged a signature on or tossed in the trash. Sukuna’s pride and the subsequent need to handle everything himself were among his many weapons of choice. Much like his hands, or his knuckles, or his boots.

Sukuna sits the carrier on the dining table, unbuckles the baby, and picks him up into his arms, holding him against his chest. Yuji makes an “mmph” noise and shoves his whole hand in his mouth, chewing on his fist. His other fist takes an opportunity to quickly curl itself into Sukuna’s black t-shirt, holding for dear life. “Did mom and dad leave you?” Sukuna asks, watching Yuji look up at him and open his mouth before going back to suck on his fist. “Wait till the old man sees you,” he adds, his lips curling in a little smile. Yuji twists his lips into a toothless smile, but Sukuna can’t help but think it’s more so at the small fart he’s let out instead of listening to his older brother’s words. The older brother can’t resist the smile that forms on his lips. Yuji is all of a few months old, and he’s a little shit. But something in his heart is warm and full at watching him look around in Sukuna’s arms, occasionally moving to slap his wet, spit covered hand on either Sukuna’s face or over his mouth.

Sukuna barely notices he’s pulled at the cord that twists open the blinds. He can hear the hum from the lights in his grandfather’s room, glances to the older man in the bed and then back to the bushes outside, and how someone neatly takes the time to blow cut leaves into a pile, as if it matters. He stopped paying attention to the deafening silence between his grandfather after the first time the man has said, “Make sure you take care of Yuji.”

As if Sukuna would do anything else when it came to his younger brother. Taking care of Yuji is all he’s ever done, at least for the past six years. When it came to Yuji, it was like the heavens had given him a second chance, another attempt to make something decent of himself instead of picking locks and picking fights.

It’s not like he had a choice when a baby shows up on his doorstep (well, his grandfather’s doorstep), with a note attached reading: His name is Yuji Itadori. He’s Sukuna’s brother. Look after him. It didn’t take a genius to know that considering his grandfather didn’t have any secret love children — that the baby belonged to one, if not both, his parents (indeed his father). And was another grandson, another mouth to feed and be left in the care of Wasuke Itadori. But now, Wasuke Itadori was dying — and his second grandson, Yuji, would be left in the care of his eldest, Sukuna.

It was either that or the foster system, and if Wasuke hadn’t thrown Sukuna into the foster system, especially with all the hell he raised, Sukuna wouldn’t do the same to his innocent younger brother. Plus, it was one of the man’s dying wishes to his grandson, so that the least Sukuna could do was try and follow through. “Not like I can do anything else.”

His broad shoulders fill the window space, and he glances over his shoulder to see the old man fast asleep, so he reaches for his jacket on the back of the chair and tugs it on, picking up his helmet and gently sliding the door shut behind him. He stops his grandfather’s usual nurse, murmurs that he’ll be back later in the afternoon, and thanks her for taking care of the grumpy elderly man. He picks up on a nurse laughing at a joke coming from a child’s voice, and he sees Yuji, ever the charmer, leaning on his tiptoes to talk to a nurse who is leaning over the counter and conning his way for another lollipop at the same time.

The nurses surrounding the station look up at the man walking towards the station, his vermillion eyes fixated on his younger brother, framed by dark lashes and a stature that resembles a god. Blessed with height and good-looks to shame even the highest-ranking model, and oh. The tattoos. The tattoos that frame his neck from his back tease on his shoulders, and the few times, the nurses caught his shirt raise; they end towards his hipbones. It’s easy to drink him in like hot coffee, especially when he raises a hand to ruffle Yuji’s hair. “Alright, Casanova,” Sukuna chuckles as he gestures to the child’s helmet in a nearby plastic chair. “Grab your helmet. We’ve got to get going.” Yuji furrows his eyebrows to ask who is casanova, but with the unwavering gesture from Sukuna, he trots off to grab his helmet and pull on his jacket.

“Thanks for looking out for him,” Sukuna thanks the nurse — a blonde girl, no older than about 21. She has a training sticker on her badge and her hair pulled into two buns on the side of her head. He watches as her cheeks turn pink. His hand dips into the mug filled with lollipops on the counter and puts it into his pocket for later.

“Of course,” She replies, and he can’t help but think of the irony of her name — Candace (but for the weeks they’ve been coming to the hospital, she insists on being called Candy)— as he looks back at Yuji, who grabs up at his hand, and holds it.

“We’ll see you later, Candy.” Sukuna winks, a sly smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Stay sweet, yeah?” He grins to himself when he spots the bright red on her face. That was the reaction he had wanted all along — the crimson on her flushed cheeks. His boots echo down the hall with Yuji at his side before looking down at the six-year-old.

“We’ll be back this afternoon to see granddad,” Sukuna informs him as he gives a click of his tongue for Yuji not to unwrap the candy in his fist. “You haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Yuji sighs and gives a small huff before asking the question he’s been thinking of all morning. “Kuna?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Is Granddad going to die?”

“Tch,” Sukuna starts, his tongue going against his cheek before he then raises his shoulder. He’s not the grim reaper, so he can’t give an exact answer, but Sukuna isn’t one to lie to Yuji, and there’s no point in sugarcoating it either. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Sukuna watches how Yuji’s head looks down at his light-up sneakers — which in any case, the boy would have taken delight in —and picks him up onto his hip. “But if it happens, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, and we’ll be fine. Think of good shit, okay? Like the flowers, we’ll bring the nurses. Or… what you want for breakfast.”

“Pancakes!” Yuji yells, wrapping his arm around Sukuna’s neck. Sukuna lets a small smile form on his lips. That’s better, he thinks to himself. He’s too young to be that aware. He can’t say that, knowing he was the same way. He was too aware, too knowing, but maybe not having his parents around always wondering why they did that to him. It’s too late to be tortured by what-ifs; he’s got better things to think about, like where he’s going to find pancakes from and driving a motorcycle safely with a small child in a car seat behind him.

“Alright,” Sukuna agrees. “Pancakes it is.”

. . .

The smell of ink wraps around the lingering scent of cleaner — bleach, wet wipes, the like as you follow your friend inside. Curious eyes look over the panels of designs lining the walls, only stopping when Rachel sets the deposit for the both of them. There’s a clean black motorcycle outside, shiny as if it was freshly washed. The only thing strange about it is the child’s car seat on the back, which sticks out like a sore thumb. Just like that car seat, you feel out of place in a pair of jeans and a pink shirt, borrowed from your friend. Your fingers dig a little into the sides of your denim jacket, but otherwise, there’s nowhere to hide.

The guitar chords of Come as You Are by Nirvana play on the speaker overhead. It’s loud enough to be heard but not too loud to block out the television for the child who sits in a bean bag chair, munching on what looks like pancakes in a to-go container. Y/N can’t help but notice his pink hair, almost rose gold under the fluorescent light. Your eyes soften as you watch him laugh at Tom, getting whacked in the head by Jerry, again for the umpteenth time. Her necklace dances among her collarbones, her fingers reaching up and tug gently. She only turns when she hears the pop of someone’s gum — the secretary, handling the front desk as she settles a hand on her hip. “Can I help you?” She asks, with dark red hair, blonde tips at the bottom. Her gum pops again, this time blowing into a bubble before popping over her onyx colored lipstick.

Rachel nods and gestures to the paperwork they’ve signed on the counter. “We’ve got an appointment. Both of us.” Y/N walks over to the counter, and she can hear the soft squeak of a chair and the slam of a trash can lid before a door shuts.

“ Do you remember who?” Rachel nods before pointing a finger.

“I got her an appointment with Sukuna since he’s good at everything — and I’ve got one with Naomi.”

The redhead sighs, scratching the back of her neck. “Gimme a second,” she sighs before hopping over the side of the l-shaped desk. She walks into the room that’s off the lobby side and gives a tap on the wall. “Sukuna, Naomi, you ready?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Sukuna rolls up his sleeves as he sits back in his chair and then waved a hand. However, Naomi has someone in her chair, tattooing something on someone’s back — a dragon, maybe?

“Send ‘em this way, Lila,” he leans back in his chair, pins up his sleeves, and his feet cross in front of him. He’s got these black combat boots on, his jeans neatly tucked into them, and Rachel gives Y/N a little nudge forward.

“Go ahead. Good luck,” She smiles. “If you cry, I’ll come running, but remember! You said you wanted to start checking off your bucket list.” she teased before Y/N gives a roll of her eyes. Your fingers tug a little onto your hair, trying to fix it — after all, aren’t first impressions important?. No going back. You has to do this for yourself. You wanted to start on your bucket list, and this was the first item. Going back isn’t an option, not now.

When you walk into the room, Sukuna leans up in his chair, and his eyes give you a once over. There’s a little twinkle in his eyes, but you can’t determine what it means. So, you decide you shouldn’t read into it. You’re surprised to see that he has similar hair to the younger boy on the couch. It is the same shade of pink, with brown undercuts — except his eyes are a startling shade of vermillion. Under the lights, they’re almost a bright red, like a fire just starting to burn. His arms and chest fill out a compressed charcoal gray shirt tucked into his light-colored denim jeans, and his fingernails pick at his cuticles as he leans back into his chair, tilting his head to look up at you.

Y/N can’t help but be warm from it as you walks over, and he gives a tilt of his head to gesture for you to sit, holding his hand out. “Let me see your paper,” he demands, but his voice isn’t inherently harsh. A bit gruff, deep, and his fingers feel warm but calloused. They go over your palm before returning closer to their owner, and he adds, “Take off your jacket.” He’s beautiful. Godly, even. You watch how he breathes — just like you— but his chest expands, inches a little smaller once he exhales, and repeats all over again. The tattoos that curl towards his neck’s nape are made of dark ink, as black as a void. You can see the curl of his canine towards his lip as he gently sinks his teeth in, like a bee pressing into a flower. His shoulders are broad enough to fill the chair itself; in fact, he’s almost too big, and you can’t help but think of what’s like just to be closer to him.

Sukuna reads over the paper, looks at the location. Shoulder cap. “Is this your first time?” He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. There’s also what you don’t want, and he everything you put, he couldn’t see you with anyways. No skulls, nothing he would consider gruff or dark first. Y/N nods, still a bit hesitant to say anything. “Yes,” you clarify, reminding yourself to nod. If you were going to ask your students to use their words, you should hold yourself to the same standard, right?

“You know that’s not an easy spot, right?”

“I know. I can take it.” Sukuna chuckles, gives a murmur of I don’t doubt that, and then stands to his feet. His eyes are soft before he glances at the paper again and gestures. The sunlight hits him just right from the wide window near his station, and there’s a clearing filled with a mixture of unidentifiable wildflowers. They’re beautiful, and every one looks different to yours eyes… you can’t help but wonder if he chose it for the view.

“You… sure you want to give me free rein on your tattoo?”

“Ehrm, yeah,” Y/N swallowed. “I heard you were the best, and I don’t want a tattoo that’s like anyone else’s… so I figured I would trust your creativity.” However, Sukuna smiles and raises an eyebrow. The comment strokes his pride, amused at his legacy that undoubtedly gets passed from client to client. His eyes give you another look over as he picks up a tablet and takes you in. And are you easy to take in… so much so, he has to remind himself to slow down, lest he absorb you somehow, and you disappear entirely from his sight. He looks at the deep v of your shirt, and the somewhat innocence in the way you toy with the hem of your shirt, and the pink sleeves that remind him so much of the clouds Yuji likes to draw. When he inhales again, he’s taking you in, at full force like some kind of cosmic angel. It’s like the sun has framed you, even given you a halo. You’re a canvas of his creation. The way the light makes you glow. The sun halo.

And he picks up his pen and starts to draw. The first muse he’s had since… well, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a muse. But he would relish it while he could, before the reality set back in. “You can sit — what’s your name?” His fingers work fast with your appearance burned into his memory as he hears the soft squeak of his tattooing chair you sit in.

“Y/N.”

Sukuna mouths your name to himself as he sketches. “Take a look,” he starts, “Tell me if you don’t like it. Be honest, because these are permanent.” There’s some part of Y/N that’s tempted to give a brief I know, but there’s a lack of maliciousness in his tone that makes you bite your tongue. You lean over into his space, and he gets the slightest whiff of your shampoo — something sweet mixed with the scent of mint, making him release a soft hum.

“It’s beautiful,” You admit, nodding. “Perfect.”

A pleased smile edges it way onto Sukuna’s lips, before he nods. “Then let’s get started. Lemme wash my hands and grab some gloves, and we’ll be ready to go. Go ahead and get your shoulder out, and I’ll grab a towel to keep from getting your clothes dirty.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm,” Sukuna nods, looking over his shoulder. “No problem, Y/N.”

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Responses from the Opera Screencaps Captioning Quiz

Hello, everyone, and thank you for taking my quiz! I had SO MUCH fun reading your captions-- there were several times I literally started crying from laughing so hard at the amazingness of your work! With that in mind, the captions (which I will continue to add onto as more people take it):

(also, thank you to @dichterfuerstin for translating the German captions I got)

originally taken from: the Wiener Staatsoper’s 2020 production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Die Entführung aus dem Serail, featuring Regula Mühlemann (center) as Blonde, Michael Laurenz (right) as Pedrillo, and an unnamed extra (left) as the Grim Reaper

Responses:

(Backstage warm-up) “ok so someone dropped the pulse”

me and my friends watching the fire burn after doing arson

Introducing the polycule to the parents

*boom* ... did...you guys hear that too?

Ma Signor !

Knight in whinging armour gone wrong, look at how he holds the egg. Polyamory with weird knight and death.

the father, son and the holy ghost are very gay

the gays meeting for brunch, 2021, colorized

chicken lady forces death and a very flamboyantly homosexual anthropomorphized pink bird to be parents of her egg (they dont want to be)

That’s just me and my friends on our night out (before covid rip)-- closest

A Good Friday night

good omens (2019)

["the pocket guide to boy/girl/mischief" meme] who's the boy and who's the mischief though????

Papageno and Papagena take their first-born egg trick-or-treating

Angry Birds - The Musical. A pig stole an egg and the bird unites with death to take revenge.

I love my bird wife

Someone got murdered during the funky chicken dance

throuple murders child and steals sibling of said child

When you and your friends have widely different tastes in literature

angel leading twink to his rightful place (hell)

draco malfoy from a very potter musical and a death eater are very much in the wrong show

What have I gotten myself into

Mlm/wlw solidarity but I’m not telling who is who

A woman stands with a pink dipshit with an egg and a reaper.

A bird-couple makes a pact with Death, sacrificing their first-born bird-child in order to bring good luck upon their unborn bird-baby

There are three types of people on Halloween:

Uh oh, I don’t think the mother hen is very happy about this...

oh god, they’ve invented seussical. It’s too early!

gay brunch

Three little maids from school are we

guys maybe if we dress gay enough we can distract everyone from the dead flapper bee in the back

those three killed a duck for her egg and are facing the conswquences.

Duck has egg with human, shocked and upset due to biological impossibility

When you bout to make a banging omelet so you invite your fellow queers

"No mortal man could pass that egg, but heaven shall repair your rectum."

originally taken from: the Salzburg Festival’s 2007 production of Hector Berlioz’s Benvenuto Cellini, featuring Maija Kovalevska (left) as Teresa Balducci, Laurent Naouri (center, in chimney) as Fieramosca, and Burkhard Fritz (right) as Benvenuto Cellini

Responses:

“In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.” - a midsummer night’s dream, act v scene 1

"ah yes a prime specimen. see here, right in this box is our one of a kind hob goblin that can be all yours for the low low price of your soul"

what, YOU don't have a special eavesdropping chimney window?

Hänsel und Gretel plotting against the witch

man takes a wrong turn and ends up in a chimney, catches his girlfriend cheating-- closest

when you end up third wheeling the straight couple

lady cheats on her leather jacket wearing scummy boyfriend and when he unexpectedly comes home she hides the lover in the chimney

A straight girl and her gay best friend gossip about stuff idk

Idk Shakespeare?

experimental couples therapy feat. the chimney mf from mary poppins

Area Couple Inadvertently Traps Santa-in-Training in Chimney as they Attempt Rooftop Flirting

Landlords laugh over student renter's misfortune

I never asked for this

Ay yo lil mama lemme whisper in your ear

voyeurist listens to sandy and Danny from grease

Psssst! Did you hear about Susan? You won’t believe it!

lady and the tramp meets beauty and the beast?

human trafficking

And for just $30 you too could have your own tiny brick cage!

Psst I’m wearing assless chaps under this dress

A couple tortures a man in a box.

It's all fun and games being stuck in a chimney until your greasy uncle steals your crush from right above you-- okay ngl this could actually be a great Don Pasquale concept

Taking eavesdropping to the next level

Will you two stop being lovey dovey and let me out? SUMMER LOVIN, HAPPENED SO FAST—

overhearing how people talk about you when they think they're alone puts you in the shithouse

Does he know we can see him?

dear god, i am so fucking hungry, yall please just do whatever heterosexuals do so i can go eat a popsicle

the human version of the trash man from sesame street is realizing that those two are going to fuck on his trash can

Tmw you capture an angry short dude and start trashtalking him where he can hear

Omg what if we kissed but we actually kissed the lil goblin man under us

"Remember, don't feed him after midnight"

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Leonardo Estevez (right, on fake horse) as Le Comte d’Oberthal

Responses:

“When I said we needed to drain the swamp I didn’t think there were people actually living there”

horse? what horse? no sir i dont know what horse youre referring to.

definitely don't have a napoleon complex going on

King stole La Scala‘s Lohengrin set

king breaks all his horses, has to use statue dragged by servants as transportation because he’s too kingly too walk

Emperor Söder and his subjects on a carnival procession

man on horse makes a big deal out of being on a horse

That’s not Zeffirelli because the horse is not alive

Who the fuck put a horse on the stage

isn't this that picture of napoleon on the horse

Area Count Thinks Citizens will be Intimidated by his Extremely Fake-looking Horse Statue-- closest

Everyone wants their turn on the giant plaster horse. Police are there to make sure everyone waits their turn.

Night out with the lads

Local royalty horrified at the state of his own damn kingdom

gay army fights different gay aesthetics-- hi author how does it feel to be the funniest fucking person on this quiz

Well at least I LOOK badass

ceasar if he hadn't gotten stabbed (colourised)

some soldiers jumped out of my kindergarten fairytale collection book to burn the don carlos flemish deputies at the stake

It’s just a model

Is that how you feel pulling up in your Honda Civic, Madge?

Someone rides a horse statue in public.

Just a normal party with the bros.

what is this, some kind of crossover episode?

Terribly sorry for all the fuss, it’s just, that is, my horse is afraid of neck ruffles. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he’s—whoaaa there—he said he was a french courtier in a past life and he’s allergic to English fashion

Horse seller, listen to me! I am riding into battle. I need your strongest horse. - We have horses at home. - The horses at home:

All hail Incitatus the king

we are not ripping off shakespeare’s henry viii. what the fuck. this is about lenny xi you uncultured swine, go drown in a pit of your own farts

oh god is that hamilton

Guy Removed From Art Museum For Sitting On Statue, more at eleven

Gay <3

Officer: This horse... is a virgin! Crowd: *cheers*

originally taken from: the Parma Verdi Festival’s 2017 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Stiffelio, featuring Maria Katzarava (left) as Lina and Luciano Ganci (right) as Stiffelio

Responses:

That One kid in class

its a mEntAL BreAkDowN *final countdown but kazoo*

*record scratch* yeah, that's me. you're probably wondering how I got here-- closest

Dad keeps monologuing, teenager is done

left: all of my concerned friends, right: my emo ass having a very public mental breakdown

the demons in the corner of my room when im just trying to sleep

lady gets mansplained to (do i need to say more, we've all been there)

It’s probably an area baritone telling off an area soprano-- sorry; it’s a tenor. soprano is right though.

That was a fake horse in the last photo right?

child comes out as gay to father at a particularly bad time

dissociation solves everything

I can't believe it's not butter

Honey we talked about this

My sleep paralysis demon is Crowley from supernatural

child has nightmare of boring job

When you start dating a singer but he won’t stop practicing at night

just an average day in a hetero marriage

what do i do my wife's having period cramps again

Stop having an existential crisis. It’s time to sing!

“No son of mine will kin Gomez Addams under MY roof”

Crowley stares into space while a teen has post nut clarity.

When he wont stop reciting jordan peterson monologues!!

Do you realize how effed you are?

Ugh, not this lecture again! Dad’s Practicing For His Experimental Indie Band Again

asking your parents for help with your own personal situation and them just ranting off about what they went through instead of helping in any way

Will he shut up already!

no one tell him he’s yelling in the wrong direction, no one tell him plnsbdjddhdj

this kid is tired of his dad listening to rush limbaugh (a man who claimed to be pro life but died anyway)

Me internally vs externally

Daddy issues

originally taken from: the Grand Théâtre de Genève’s 2020 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Les Huguenots, featuring several chorus members

Responses:

It’s the deadly eye Of Poogley-pie. Look away, look away, As you walk by, ‘Cause whoever looks right at it Surely will die. It’s a good thing you didn’t … You did? … Good-bye. - shel Silverstein

why the fuckith? my good sir, i beg of you to put your pants back on

I hate this itchy hat

Titanic Extras hear that they have to do extra hours

people waiting to board the titanic watch someone fall off the plank

pov: you’re a time traveler

guy in the flatcap is embarrassed by patriotism and pathos

No idea. For some reason Le Marseillaise comes to mind

Is this from Harry Potter?

disneyland main street usa workers on strike

local tries to hide behind Newsies cap to avoid unpleasant but inevitable conversations. meanwhile, some very fashionable ladies look on.

"Thank fuck, 2020 was just a dream after all"

“We gather here today because this bitch got exactly what she deserved” “heaven!” “Stfu Stephanie she’s going to hell and we all know it”-- not quite but this basically happens later on in the opera (and act) so yeah (except the person in question very much Did Not Deserve It)

dc movie filter on bridgerton

america?

looks like my history teacher paused the prohibition documentary again

Who still wears page boy hats bro?

Coming out to a room of people who Already Knew That

Bitches are relieved at some party.

Several drunk people exiting getting off the subway attempting to seem sober and rational but realizing they have somehow lost all of their possessions

How tf do I act natural in this situation-- closest

“do you think any of them noticed that I don’t know the pledge of allegiance”

It's too fucking hot outside for this outfit

when hyyh yoonkook ending just hits different

pedestrians watch in horror as the triangle shirtwaist factory burns and the workers throw themselves out of the windows from a dozen stories up

Starting the pledge of allegiance be like

He's having a heart attack oh no oh god oh fuck

originally taken from: if I remember correctly, the Semperoper Dresden’s 2018 semi-staging of Johann Strauss II’s Die Fledermaus, with Jonas Kaufmann as Gabriel von Eisenstein

Responses:

“William Shakespeare wrote: "To thine own self be true And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man" I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman A blonde woman Over the past three years she taught me And showed us all That being true to yourself never goes out of style Ladies and gentlemen Our valedictorian: Elle Woods!” - legally blonde the musical

eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs

woooooorrrrd

Finally Jonas has graduated! It’s about time, considering he’s an international star.

what my professors think they look like

Prof. Dr. Dr. When someone tells him there are more than two genders

'and since you've now graduated high school, you'll be entering college etc. blablabla' .........meanwhile, there's a whole row of graduates daring each other to chug the cheap vodka one of them has brought in gallons (yes that happened at my graduation, lol)

Jonas darling baby <3-- can’t argue with that

I just realized I have no idea what the actual fuck happens in an opera

ok this one is just what jonas kaufmann always wears you can't fool me.

"as valedictorian i will share with you the importance of loving the floor"

"Yes, mother, my art degree will make me money!"

Graduation speakers are out, singers are in

Senior year takes a new meaninbg

mansplainer professor explains the concept of feminism to women

Your Prof when you finally turn in that missing assignment be like

younger boris johnson (derogatory)

jonas kaufmann retires from opera and takes up motivational speaking

What a fine graduation evening we’re having today

-70 points for slytherin you all have no swag

A man with a college hat sings.

An obviously greying actor trying to play a university student in a low-budget porn parody

How it feels to graduate high school after being held back for years

East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brûlée, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor-

I may not have been "cool" in high school, but in ten years you will all be working for me!

I finally got my GED!

that one guy in ur intro to cultural anthropology class who mansplains to the professor somehow fucking graduated

he;s just graduating and taking his speech too serously idk

Graduation speeches with that one dude who got held back 3 times

Smrt

originally taken from: the Metropolitan Opera’s 2011 staging of Gioachino Rossini’s Le Comte Ory with Joyce DiDonato (left) as Isolier, Diana Damrau (center) as Countess Adèle, and Juan Diego Florez (right) as Le Comte Ory (disguised as a hermit)

Responses:

There is something very [disturbing grunts] About polyamorous couples - polyamorous, Chris Fleming

jinkies

femme fatale (including to herself)

I’ll have a threesome soon !

Hot guy walks by, everyone swoons.

thirdwheeling friend does not realize the other two are having sex

When your girlfriend had „just two beers“ again

jesus is exasperated about having to drag the two ladies towards doing what he needs them to do instead of purple dramatically declaring suicidal intent over the smallest trivial matters and red being equally dramatic about declaring that it's not the way! stay alive! i love you!!

The throuple is thriving

Get off the milf

orgy

my last three braincells because im a horny slut

countess receives too much love and is confused on how to react

Rasputin's lesser known romp with a much older czarina of russia

Woman's soul leaves body

Jesus and co. are worried after another woman gets pregnant without having sex

bisexual looks at photos of celebrity couples

When you go to the party to socialize with new people but your weirdo friend group starts getting clingy

Jesus cumming

one of those weird church christmas pageants but everybody's drunk

What have I done

Hozier??????????

Jesus assfucks some purple lady being hugged.

This time, the chick IS the magnet

An affair/threesome gone awry (2019 colorized)

What do you mean they canceled GLOW?

“I TOLD you it was cashmere!”

Are you wearing the - - The Gucci dress? Yes I am.

It's not what it looks like!

jesus is fucking that one cheerleader who grew up to be a suburban mom with one (1) super cool dress she stole from her kid who is desperately hugging her middle begging for it back because the spring fling is coming up and jason might actually make eye contact with her for more than three seconds.

jesus and mary magdaline and some other bitch

I’m at a bar and these drunk girls are flirting with me, do I lOOK GAY?!

Shrek 5, jesus's return

c. 2025 First attempt of an Officer and his Wife with a Handmaiden (colourized)

just about all of these are close lol

originally taken from: the Bolshoi Theater’s 1993 staging of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Maid of Orléans, featuring Nina Rautio (left) as Joan of Arc and Vyacheslav Pochapsky (right) as Thibaut d’Arc

Responses:

Don’t look, I’m still pooping

yall, the audacity of this man. he fuckin talked to me

*i can't even tell you how wrong you are* *it would be insulting to ME*-- closest

Cospeto!

„No I’m not talking to you, you keep cracking bad jokes!“ - „But I got another!“

when you’re mad at him but he says he’ll buy you food if you cheer up

When I’m wallowing in self-pity but my friends won’t comfort me

right: wanna fuck ;) left: yeah, fuck OFF lmao

Her face is screaming “don’t tell me what to do”

Yeah I got nothing

gay man tries to hit on a lesbian bc he thinks she's a twink. she's not amused but she's watching this happen anyway

me tired of MET's bullshit and them organising a Netrebko, known blackface apologist, a recital during Black History Month. (sorry im still fucking salty lol)

"stop smiling at me like that I'm trying to pout over here"

"I got fleas, you got fleas... wanna fuck?"

I have the best idea!

Haha nooooo don’t hit me with that bat you’re so sexxyy

lesbian is bothered by dilf

Me trying to flirt

if call me by your name was hetero and set in america

how many more dad jokes can i take before i explode

So. You’ve gotten yourself in a little pickle again.

What if we fought in the Russian revolution together ✨???????... unless??

Two people flirt in a poor place of town/

"If you ask me what I've got under this dirty, shapeless tunic one more time I swear to god I will kick your rotting teeth in"

You look like ur gonna kill me but ok

Really? You again?

Okay, I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, do you think it’s safe to—oh god, he’s still there.

Have you seen Godot?

she is tired of everyone’s shit. she has done so many derivatives it physically pains her to see a variable. dont test her. ur icarus rn.

idk pick better pictures-- I HAVE DIED THE SHEER AUDACITY AND HUBRIS I LOVE THIS

200% done with your crap

Homeless man has fucking legs of steel n is gonna show off his Russian dance moves

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2019 staging of Paul Dukas’ Ariane et Barbe-bleue, featuring Sophie Koch (right) as Ariane and I don’t remember who the person on the left is rip me

Responses:

The knight who wore this into battle sure was swaggy

dear god its hiddeous

Capitalism

Knight in shining armour gone even more wrong.

ghost contemplates the safety of spiky motorcycle helmet

„Stop! He feels bullied!“

'this is my newest take for jesus's crucifixion crown ...... what do you mean they already put him up'

That’s probably a really expensive magic helmet idk. IDK-- closest

Omg I love the adventure zone!

minesweeper (windows xp)

"Okay whatever you do don't touch the shiny spiky ball" "It's so shiny I wanna touch it"

Taking down the trash way too late

IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM

Darth Vader got stuck in the freezer.... again. Leia isn’t happy

Star Wars 2030

“And here is the very latest in motorcycle helmet trends” “Look, I only came to the mall for a pair of socks “

futuristic kkk

long-suffering jewelry store attendant really wants to retire

Put it down put it down put it down

“Hmm no you should see a doctor about that”

A weird ass crown is presented

The creation of sars-cov-2: an experimental Eurotrance nightclub art piece gone horribly wrong

How it feels to want something that u cant have

AND WE WILL CALL IT—SPIKE MAN actually do you think that’s too obvious?? Because of the—yeah, because of the spikes?? See, that’s what I’m worried about. I want it to be SCARY

I know it's risky but... lube me up

use the force luke.

that is a weird fleshlight

When you get an ugly gift and need to find a way to get rid of it, so your family member/friend offers to smash it

Touch the orb

originally taken from: the Opera Vlaanderen’s 2019 staging of Fromental Halévy’s La Juive, with Nicole Chevalier (left, with bottle) as Princess Eudoxie, Enea Scala (center, under table) as Prince Léopold, and Roy Cornelius Smith (right) as Éléazar

Responses:

When no one comes to your birthday party :(

fantastic, day 487 of mischief and they have yet to find my masterful hiding spot

i really wonder who he thinks he's playing footsie with

Marriage crisis. Reason sits under the table-- closest but not in the way you think (after all, the man under the table IS a tenor).

the last supper afterparty after jesus left

When you order the last supper on wish

espionage at the Politischer Rosenmontag

Probably the wrong opera but is that Leporello under the table

Now THIS is a Good Friday night

this was every birthday party i went to between the ages of 5 and 11

that awkward moment when you drop your fork under the table but when you re-emerge everyone else has left except one drunk lady and the guy trying to deal with her

After the last supper

Tfw you arrive to the dinner party too early and have to hide until a more fashionable hour

When the cishets aren’t home

waiter hides from customers

Nobody: My dog every time I’m eating:

what's left of the homies Jesus had dinner with

university chem lab experiment gone terribly wrong

I’ve been under the table FOR 30 MINUTES

Set your friends up by tossing them off under the table, they’ll think it’s each other n fall in luv

Someone hids under a table

"You're about to see an surreptitious-under-the-table-dick-sucking master at work"

5 yr old me trying to eat the desert under the table without my parents finding out be like:

They never invite me to their parties!

Just another girl’s night in

Oops! Didn’t notice you the table.

dionysus - bts (2019, colorized)

just a normal episode of eric andre (eric is the one under the table)

Just a normal day with the boys

Thievery

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Kate Aldrich (left, surrounded by women in white) as Fidès and John Osborn (center, looking like a Jesus doppelganger) as Jean de Leyde

Responses:

Hold up, is that Eggman above Jesus?

holy disco

Looks like Tannhäuser. Our lord and saviour Richard Wagner. Now I need to be saved from that.

catholicism

me defending pineapple on pizza (THANK YOU)

jesus but hes about to be abducted by the alien ufo above him

Emmmmmmm Heaven? Idk

Lord of the rings?

ewww christianity gross

"behold, I am Important"

"Seriously?? It's not ACTUALLY pyjama day? Fuck you guys!"

Jesus at the Disco

Jesus Finds The Molerat People Who Live Under Bethlehem

disco is heaven

Want to join my new religion?

the kkk

church christmas pageant where everyone's sober but it's based on the director's fever dream

Am I the only one who sees the giant demon? Just me? Okay...

“Oh god I think I’m starting my period”

A party is held with a priest in the middle

"Let's get this secret Vatican sex party rolling!"

The new avengers endgame set is looking great!!

You know, guys, I try not to be a bother but...I can’t help but feel like I missed a dress code memo for this wedding??? It’s cocktail, right??”

Jesus visits Hogwarts

I must really stink if no one will even come close to me

the extra ass funeral i DESERVE

star wars life day

A cult at it’s best-- closest

Shrek 5, Jesus is still there I guess

originally taken from: the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden’s 2013 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Les vêpres siciliennes, featuring Bryan Hymel (left, standing) as Henri, Lianna Haroutounian (center, kneeling in the black gown) as Duchess Hélène, and Erwin Schrott (kneeling to her right) as Jean Procida

Responses:

When the director’s like “great rehearsal guys, just a few notes before I let you go” but it’s already 9:13 and your mom’s waiting in the parking lot

loyalist of subjects

bow before your queen

They forgot to take down the stage boxes after the Vienna opera ball but the show must go on.

somebody forgot to book chairs for this funeral

Me sharing God’s (Hayley koyoko) word on the discord server

mass execution bc the oboe solo sucked ass-- closest

That’s too many black suits I can’t see shit

I can’t even tell what’s going on here

8th grade school assembly about how it's uncool to shit on the walls at school

let's all get fancy so we can go to the opera and sit on the stage (idk this one's hard lol)

"Yes i am a time traveller, now don't freak out"

Tfw you forget to pay your lighting bills

White guys make decisions that will benefit them and screw someone that’s not a white guy over-- OUCH but that is too real (although not really in context here)

dead man gives speech at his own funeral

brotus and the boys ??? last meeting before the stabbing

high society social function ends in mass murder-- right opera, wrong scene

Someone walks into the talent show stage with a dog

Black-dressed bitches worship a man.

Worst school assembly of all time

POV:You're the window in the classroom and someone said "its snowing"

When the conductor shows up fashionably late to the orchestra concert

That's what you get for choosing the cheapest ticket option, get back in the mud where you belong

theyre just trying to jump into a grave at a funeral leabe them alone this is normal

oh my god he really whipped his dick out in front of everyone, this is just like in 1776 guys, except some women are actually in the room this time,

A funeral, stop wearing so much black

I want to slap their bald heads like rice

originally taken from: the Teatro Real Madrid’s 2018 staging of Gaetano Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor, featuring Roberto Tagliavini (right) as Raimondo

Responses:

Crowd “haha!! Looks like someone missed the all-black memo!! Now it’s laugh-in-your-face time! / Guy on the floor (whispering to guy against wall): go, save yourself! I’ll hold them off...”

if i leave now i wont be a witness and can tell the police i had no idea

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Guy in the back pretends to help but is to far away to even know what’s going on.

priest walks in on beginning of an orgy, contemplated joining but is too scared-

when someone brings up capitalism but you’re just trying to play minecraft

lol lets trample this guy while the judge isnt looking

Again. Too many black costumes

Loved this Dostoevsky novel

i would know if opera directors were more creative with clothing choices ngl

me on parties lol

"imma just sneak out of here while everyone else is distracted"

"Where did he get this flooring!? Amazing!"

Everyone act normal!

The tell tale heart but they got REALLY drunk

man tposes to ward off vampires after being caught undercover

boys ???? night

the priest really shouldn't have visited the insane asylum-- closest

He’s FINE everyone’s been hit by a car before

Something happens in a room.

Perks of being a wallflower

There's always that one person in the fight whos trying not to get involved when they really wanna

Oh good, they’re all posing for a Rembrandt painting, I can just sneeeeaaak out the back here...

The gamer livestreaming Resident Evil + everyone watching the stream ? waiting for him to open the door just knowing it will trigger a chase scene

Quick!

the guy t posing in the back is regretting his every decision.-- also accurate

the us senate jumps ted cruz, some other wack ass gop senator is trying to sneak away

...I spoke too soon, however this is a James Bond mission

Queers help fellow queer do math but it's a struggle

#opera #opera tag #results #screencaps #captions #caption #caption this #caption contest #this seems to have gone over well and I am Pleased

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

images !

with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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A little more challenging...Drabble Challenge

77: Scott Tracy & Trafalgar D. Water Law

An Uncomfortable Meeting

Fandom: Thunderbirds/One Piece Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Scott, Law

77) Must be a coincidence

Okay, so this startled a laugh out of me when I first saw it, and I have been musing possibilities for this crossover all day. There is literally so much I could do with this, depending on how AU I want to go (ideas have ranged from IR being a neutral org in OP, to Flevance being a thing in TAG, to ‘let’s just go straight up medieval AU’) but - for now at least, I think I’m gonna stick with short and mostly-simple.

And some good old universe-collision because why not. Also, as a little warning to Thunderfam readers, One Piece characters, including Law, have what is (very) basically personalised superpowers, and Law’s are based in surgery. This’ll be Scott’s PoV, so you can be confused about it along with him :D

I honestly never thought I’d be crossing over these two fandoms, but here we are. I know 99% of my followers don’t know both fandoms, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Drabble Challenge: 1-150 (feel free to specify a fandom/character)

Scott was pretty sure he was dead. There were some things the human body just couldn’t survive, and he could distinctly see his leg - yes, that was definitely his leg - floating in the air, covered in blood and in no way attached to his body.

Speaking of his body... that was his body, over there. Also covered in blood, and diced up into what looked rather like neat cubes. Weirdly, there didn’t seem to be anywhere near enough blood for that, especially the neck. In fact, the neck didn’t seem to have any blood on it at all.

He blinked.

And then blinked again, because what? If he was dead - and he had to be, after that point-blank explosion and now his body floating in pieces across the air - he shouldn’t be able to blink, should he? Dead people’s eyelids didn’t move.

It also... didn’t hurt. Which was a point towards him being dead, because he was fairly sure being in pieces was supposed to hurt. At least his neck.

“He’s awake, Captain!” The voice came from somewhere behind him. Scott tried to turn his head to look, but apparently being just a floating head stopped that from being an option.

“Doesn’t matter,” a second voice drawled. “I’m almost done.”

Done? Done with what? Was this an afterlife, because if so Scott wasn’t sure he liked it.

His other leg sailed up to join his hips, and Scott blinked again because they just merged together seamlessly. The urge to kick out crept up on him, and he followed through with it.

His leg moved.

What?

“Hold still,” the second voice ordered. A man came into view - if Scott had to guess, he’d put them at about the same height, and probably similar age, too - but that was about where the similarities ended. A messy shock of black hair that clearly hadn’t been brushed for days, sharp golden eyes - actual gold, were they contacts? - and a similarly unkempt goatee gave off the instinctive urge to not trust this man.

The golden earrings - two small hoops per ear - and flashes of black ink on the exposed skin of his arms and collarbones did nothing to pacify the urge. He looked like he wouldn’t be out of place in those old pirate films.

Must be a coincidence. Just an aesthetic. Pirates had stopped existing in that sense a long time ago.

His arms floated towards his torso, and just as his leg before them, melded seamlessly back together. His final leg followed suit, and then it was just his head that remained separate.

A palm pressed against his chest - and now he was concentrating, he could feel that - and then-

“Mes.”

Pain. A sharp jolt right over his heart and right now Scott had no idea if he was dead or just in a very vivid nightmare but some sort of squishy cube burst out the front of his chest and was that his heart?

“I saved your life,” the man said. The hand now cradling the gelatinous lump that seemed to contain a living, beating heart had more tattoos. A letter on each finger - H, T, A, E. He couldn’t see the thumb from that angle. He didn’t need to.

DEATH.

Grim Reaper felt like a more appropriate assumption than pirate right now.

The index finger of the other hand pointed straight at his head, then flicked towards his body. Scott’s sight blurred, and he got the distinct idea that he was moving, and then he was sitting up, fully intact and-

Well, mostly intact. His arm - bandaged, uniform still stained with blood, and his mind briefly flashed to the explosion he hadn’t got away from in time - moved and his hand found a hole in his chest.

“So answer my questions,” the man continued, sitting down on a chair opposite him - he was sat on a bed, Scott realised. A bed in what looked like some sort of infirmary. “Who do you work for?” A blue tint in his vision Scott hadn’t even registered vanished, and at the same time an awareness of dulled but present pain returned.

There was a grinning face on the chest of the man’s clothes. Simple, but with a grin that was anything but reassuring and spokes sticking out of it that made the whole thing look like a grinning virus symbol. A man next to him - ginger hair, hat hiding his eyes - wore the same symbol in miniature on the left breast of his off-white uniform. It wasn’t a familiar one.

“Who are you?” he demanded, finding his voice and somehow surprised when it came out raspy.

The calculating look that slid onto the man’s face didn’t look friendly. Not in the least.

“You don’t recognise me?” Scott wracked his brain, but no, he definitely didn’t recognise the man - or whatever technology he’d just used to reassemble him like a jigsaw and then take his heart out. “Trafalgar Law.”

“You know,” the ginger interjected, before Scott could react, his own face twisted into a smug grin. “The Surgeon of Death.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #one piece #one piece fanfiction #crossover #crossover fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #trafalgar law #shachi #heart pirates #ope ope no mi #drabbles #janetm74 #thunderwhump #behind the scenes

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Favorite Fics 2019

hi hello it’s me your local mess. ok so this hit me on my way to work the other day and since it’s friday i feel like today is a good day to hopefully make someone’s day/night/weekend a little brighter?

i love reading fanfics. periodt. there are lots of incredible writers out there on this site and other platforms who take time to write beautiful fics about the real people and characters and their emotional support kpop ladies and gentlemen to show their love and appreciation so i want to dedicate this to my favorite fics of this year. these fanfics are of varying lengths and genres but they all have two things in common 1) they were posted this year 2) i love them.

(most of these are exo but i have some other groups sprinkled in there too)

other favorite fics of mine can be found under my fic recs tag!

A Decade of Midnights by @chogi-wae

queen of noir! grumpy chenneth! sexy detectives! murder mystery! do i even have to say anything else? oh yes! we also get coroner!baekhyun

ps: jae has a sequel started for this with two parts already having me at the edge of my seat. i love all of jae’s writing but this one takes the cake

Enough by @yeoldontknow

anything kat touches turns golden and holy mother of everything that is self-love and reflection. this is a fic for all us sexy ladies with a body that doesn’t conform to what society has decided is “beautiful”. i can’t call myself plus size in any way but i do not have a flat tummy or legs for days or perky titties. quite the opposite; i’m a short lady with love handles, saggy tits and stomach rolls (yes we’re going tmi here but it’s important ok). park chanyeol is the opposite of that and he’s the best fucking man ever in this fic. he’s a muscle man but he’s a man with the biggest heart and he says “you have a cute butt” which is enough reason for you to read this. when i feel bad about myself, i think about enough and i become a little happier

Empty Vessels

another yeoldontknow masterpiece! i stand by the statement that this is the best fic i have ever read. probably read this five times already and i think about it almost daily. junmyeon is a witch from salem and that’s only one of the many reasons for you to check this out and hopefully fall in love with it as much as i have. it’ll rip your heart out and stomp on it. dub me professional empty vessels promoter already kat!!

Dichotomy by @kyungseokie

dia hurts you in the best possible way with this fic. bawl my eyes out every damn time i read this because fucking hell this is emotional investment and hearts broken and everything hurts and this is not your average love triangle where one guy is obviously worse than the other. NO! this can go either way and you just want everyone to be happy and baekhyun needs a hug!

Teacher’s Pet by @suhoerections

teacher junmyeon getting called daddy “threatening” to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard is a lot for a suhoe stan such as myself to think about but i’m not mad, just jorny.

Clouded by @mayrubyy

uhm yes do you want to cry some more? this is an emotional rollercoaster, you have been warned! this fic has great potential and it’s maya’s child and when the next part is posted you know shit will go down and ashjgff i have no words only love for both the author aka my baby and the fic itself🥺💖

Familiar Stranger by @myforeverforlife

love love love love LOVE familiar stranger! a beautiful story about reader losing all memories of the last five years due to an accident which includes her entire life with fiancé kim jongdae. dae is an angel, we all know that, but he’s somehow even more angelic as the most patient person ever in familiar stranger. this hits right in the feels (can you tell i love to read angst ahjdsf) and it’s not your usual wham bam thank you ma’am all-memories-recovered-in-five-seconds kind of situation either and i’m praying for another update of this because this is not just one of the best fics of this year but one of my favorites period.

Sunny Side Up by @dreaminghaos

i love everything fee writes with a burning passion y’all

this fic is everything everything everything!!! i can’t get enough of this fic and i probably never will get enough of it either because i love this pairing and i’m in love with struggling writer!jeonghan

Magnetic by @softyexo

did anyone say ceo!myeon? this is a recent love of mine. i read it just the other day and have been thinking about it non-stop since. absolutely in love with oc’s and junmyeon’s dynamic in this one and it feeds all my lovesickness for this man made of pure husband material. thanks for coming to this ted talk.

Hold on to silence by @dropsofletters

amazing! show stopping! incredibly unique! absolutely astonishing! idiots in love! omg i LOVE this one! yixing as chanhun’s manager is everything i didn’t know i needed and holy crap this is such a lovely story please read it and experience the feels™

Neon Moon by @kyungseokie

they were roleplaying! ROLEPLAYING!

Trauma by @baekwell--tart

dad and secret mafia man!byun falls in love with his babysitter after being an absolute asshole to her and oh my god i am so invested in this masterpiece. whenever bella updates trauma i yell. i’ve re-read this many times already and i continue to find new reasons why i love this story with my whole entire being

Mr. Byun

bella once again proving that she writes the most amazing bbh fics. angst and smut combined i swear i was a whole lot worked up with all the spice in this one and then i cried like a baby when it ended. have i told you that i’m a very emotionally stable person?🤡

Bedazzling Heart of Gold by @baekonsforbreakfast

i love this song! baekhyun gets dumped and falls in love with oc who runs one of the biggest hostess bars in all of sk and holy crap you just love everyone in this fic. even that one character who you feel like you should hate but kind of still empathize with on a deeply emotional level. no? just me? ok then. i love you belle and i hope you know how much i enjoy your writing💗

Mr. Muscles by @chogi-wae

short and sweet drabble about oc biting jun’s bicep. no but for real i’ve read this one countless times and i just love a domestic jun so go ahead and read duality and dyson as well because nobody writes cute domestic fluff like jae ilysm

Money Makes Her Smile by @ninibears-erigom

mrs gom has written one of the dirtiest but also loveliest smut series of 2019. jongdae’s part was posted yesterday and holy fuck i have never read better jongdae smut ever i think

Business Before Pleasure by @pcychedelic

actor minseok! i repeat: actor minseok!

they get down and dirty in like the second chapter and i’m in love. not because of the obvious spiciness but because the amazing portrayal of minseok in this fic. love a strong female character? then you will love oc too!

High Voltage by @skyesins

SIN! THIS IS SIN! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND PART TWO IS EVEN BETTER!

there’s also the original ofc version on asian fanfics for those who aren’t into reader inserts and it’s just as good!

Literally every single aesthetic that @kpop-daze has written but some favorites include exo as broken love / exo as ephemeral tenderness / exo as fleeting heartbreak

Unfitting by @heechulhamster

SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK that is all

no wait... this has real descendants of the sun vibes and i love it so much can i have a soldier!xiu por favor

Fire and Frost by @writing-exo-things

queen of drabbles! i love every single one of them but this one is next level™ i cried like a baby this is truly amazing!!!

Take Care by @omyeol

g o d i felt this fic on a deeply spiritual and emotional level

False Hope by @pastel-kpop

i hate you and i love you for writing this it still hurts reading this like YES MAKE ME HURT AYESHA THEY ARE IDIOTS

Mocha by @stainandscribble

the whole café series is lovely but mocha and espresso really stuck out to me i’m so soft for the whole aesthetic of these!

ever imagined that jackson wang is your date to your brother’s wedding? well @softseunies did and it turned out fucking amazing! what i love the most is that it’s very open for interpretation and of course jackson is always a mood when will he be my date and mayhaps potential bf at the wedding of the brother i don’t have?

little forest by @myforeverforlife

I LOVE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! L O V E THIS!

not his to love by @boogerines

can you hear me sobbing? this hurts so much let me go back to crying over this again after i re-read this for the nth time

this blurb right here is adorable @sprinklesofktrash did that!

wild valley by @fairyyeols

wild valley is that bitch™ and that’s all i have to say i live and breathe for this installation of exo customs my favorite, in fact

blossoms in the wind by @marshmallow-phd

don’t @ me but this goblin!au with junmyeon as the goblin and baekhyun as the grim reaper is more intriguing than the drama and that’s saying a lot but i cry with every new chapter ohmygoddddd

wrong number by @yeoldotcom

i’m a hoe for fake texts and zee makes the best ones🥺🥺🥺🥺

also love love love bf!jun in food buddies

break up with me by @exoangst

don’t mind me i’m just crying in a corner as i read this for the millionth time and cry over how well written oc is and how fucking amazing that breakup scene is like has anyone done it like that before? maybe, idk but this is the only one that counts

#fic recs #2019 favorites #here it is!#I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU'RE ALL AMAZING AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT #got carried away as usual but i love to support content creators on this hellsite #maybe i'll do this for other things as well?#drama recs anyone?

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dealbled-blog · 7 years

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❛ What are you doing? ❜

ASK ALOIS A QUESTION | ACCEPTING

‘ well , i WAS sleeping , but i suppose i’m up now . what do you want ? ‘ sleepy demeanor gives way to a look of frustration as he wakes , scarred hands taking the time to coerce his blonde locks into falling back into place .

#oflicorice #﹡ *☾｡﹡ ❛ LOST : ( IC. )#﹡ *☾｡﹡ ❛ FACADE : ( UNDETERMINED.)#( alois : not even phased at supernatural beings appearing in his bedroom )#( ALSO HI ur blog looks amazing thanks so much for the follow )#( i needed some more grim reaper aesthetic in my life :') )

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inccsin · 5 years

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Get ready for a long ass shitpost

I’ve wanted to make this for a while now, but never got around to it. Since it’s 1AM I figured now would be the perfect time to share my findings with all who may behold them.

I took a scientific approach to my questioning which was, simply, can Sebastian Michaelis get drunk?

I did some unnecessary digging for this and am pretty pleased with the results, perhaps a bit prideful, even.

My hypothesis: He can, at the very least, get a bit buzzed.

By this I mean, he can get a tad bit typsy, but nothing too extreme. I can’t exactly imagine Sebastian being completely plastered, but then again anything is possible. (I’d like to see it, in all honesty).

So I went back through the manga and found some evidence to support this theory.

In a special chapter focusing on a part of the Circus Arc, Sebastian is seen being offered a drink by Joker. He states that he “Never had the experience of being drunk before.” From this I feel it’s pretty safe to say Seb is saying this with all honesty (he really didn’t have a reason for not doing so), and so Joker concludes he is a “heavy weight”.

As the night goes on, he ends up telling the story of when he pulled out our 11 year old Ciel’s wiggly tooth (much to the boy’s chargin.)

He then states that he struggled dealing with taking care of Ciel’s dental hygiene due to the “trauma” of said event. Dagger is surprised by this, claiming that the “young master” would have had a much harder time dealing with the issue.

At this point Seb holds a cheerful disposition and is surrounded by a plethora of glasses. Approximately 25 at least (counting a couple that may be off-panel and the one in his hand.)

No one makes any comment on this, however.

Sebastian, still as cheerful and nonchalant as before, goes on to explain that humans being unable to regrow their teeth when they come right out is inconvenient. He specifically mentions humans in this context. To which Freckles (Doll) responds to, naturally, as Black being “kinda weird”. Ciel, put off, agrees.

Now let’s get into the details.

Sebastian has been alive since ancient Egyptian times, which was united in 3100 B.C. We know this because at one point he claimed knowing a Pharaoh or something akin to one. This means he would have been alive for 20 some odd centuries. He had also been rumored to have started the Black Plague. This gives us a rough timeline of Seb being 300-700+ years of age, but probably still under 1,000. While it may seem surprising Sebastian never got drunk during this extensive time frame, it is important to keep in mind several things:

1.) He might have spent a majority of that time in the “underworld” “hell” or wherever he’s from, not interacting with the human world and glutting himself on drink.

2.) He never had the time nor need to drink, and focused more on devouring or “messily slurping up souls”, something he did before adopting his newer aesthetic.

3.) In comparison to our lifespan, 300-700 years would not be nearly as long for him. In the manga he states that Ciel’s own life would be passing in the blink of an eye when put next to his own. More evidence for him not really having time to drink.

There is further evidence for Sebastian’s behavior in the circus arc being a result of the happy juice he downed in copious amounts.

Seb generally has a filter on him. Even though he can be a sarcastic bastard, and is undeniably elite trash, he keeps the whole “demon thing” under wraps. The only people who know and lived after finding out are Arthur Doyle and Ciel.

In the Circus Arc, Suit (Will) has no qualms with being open about his position as a grim reaper (understandably no one believes him, much to Ciel’s relief.)

Ciel and Sebastian also agree that they should be hiding their true identities and vow not to get in the way of each other’s work.

Furthermore, in the green witch arc, he doesn’t approach the topic of his true nature until Sullivan brings it up, at which point he doesn’t really hesitate to discuss it. She cuts him off, however, claiming he is an ameture demon summoner (Seb isn’t too pleased.) Here it seems he is only willing to talk about it because of his relationship with Sullivan and the context of the situation he’s in. If you haven’t read the arc, I won’t spoil it though. But he doesn’t make a point of proclaiming his demon-ness.

A lot of this also probably has to do with aesthetic purposes. The perfect Butler shouldn’t be in the same category as a hungry demonic beast.

The only times in which he ever lets this side show in front of others is when he is at his wits end and doesn’t care about the immediate consequences. Such as when he got sick of Ciel’s behavior during the Witch Arc and kicked a fearful and upset Finny out of his room before scaring the poor kid back to revenge mode.

Another would be in one of the more recent chapters, in which Seb is probably dying for a bottle of vodka as he deals with all the shit that has been dumped down on him and the rest of the cast.

I mean just look at that expression, if I didn’t know any better I’d say this man has had more than a few drinks or is close to calling it quits and ending the contract for the sake of his own sanity.

In conclusion, I have deduced from my findings that Sebastian, the suave, sexy and big bitch demonic Butler, can in fact, get drunk. Maybe not wasted off his ass, but enough for him to lose his filter a tad and drift off into la la land.

I hope you found this unnecessarily long, and un-asked for post entertaining and educational.

If you made it through this whole thing, here’s a bonus of J. Michael Tatum’s impression of Drunk!Seb:

It’s almost 2 in the AM, Happy new year.

#meme #kuroshitsuji #lmao #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler #shitpost #manga #sorry for the long post #happynewyear #stay weird

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Guardian: The Great And Lonely God

or like any reasonable English-speaking fan would call it*

Goblin

*DramaBeans referred to it as The Lonely Shining Goblin, as usual tracking toward fandom needs with utter disregard for what official outlets say

an aesthete review

SPOILERS ABOUND BUT THERE IS NO CUT you know you’d scroll by without reading if you didn’t care anyway so it doesn’t matter

So. It feels like even longer ago that Goblin came out because there was so much lead-up hype, and also, a lot has happened in my life since January 2017. This is the first fresh Korean drama I’ve watched in possibly that long or longer. I picked it up in the last month or so because I’m studying Korean and wanted to reconnect with it in a more natural context. And I hadn’t forgotten that though there were issues in the story premise, and mixed reactions to it as it aired, I had wanted to see Gong Yoo in a drama like this really badly.

Looking at Gong Yoo’s filmography, I can see why I feel like he’s been in hardly any dramas. After Coffee Prince, which is one of the dramas that really sold me on Korean TV as particularly interesting) the only other project he’s done was Big. This was a drama that was also highly anticipated and panned by most of the reviewers I knew. I had loved him in Biscuit Teacher Star Candy the way one loves a particularly gifted actor in an early effort--he’s charismatic and pretty (and 26 though playing a teenager).

I’m sure preference comes into play with the weight of movies in his career, but also he’s a little less of a mutable person than some major players in drama. Try to imagine swapping him for Lee Dong Wook in roles, for instance. Lee Dong Wook can be playful or dead serious or just incredibly dumb, because in some ways he’s a clean slate. I’m not sure why this is true, but it enables him to move from secondary leads to lead and back again with a variety of characters.

Gong Yoo is in a class with Kim Sun-Ah or Hyun Bin: he can embody characters in ways that feel immediate and real, but there is a certain core to them that comes from his own person. It’s a strength, but one that requires a character to fit in a certain way.

The Goblin, fka Kim Shin, needs an acute actor who can carry off both the kind of inner intense conviction that would fuel a hero to the kind of death and rebirth the character suffers, as well as a softness and hopefulness that makes a love story work.

Even considering my bias, don’t think it’s too much to say Goblin works because of Gong Yoo's abilities in that regard.

While fantastic elements are fairly common in Korean dramas, getting a full-fledged fantasy that treats its fantastic elements with the sort of care a procedural would matters of law or a hospital drama would matters of medicine is not as wide-spread.

Goblin both creates a consistent world of fantasy and does not overdo answering questions. The important points are clear, the ambiguities are not plot-breaking. While in the case of what happens once the sword is pulled out, one of the rules does seem to be broken by the drama, for the most part, all promises are kept. I have my issues with Kim Shin continuing on in an immortal form when I think a normal human life span from here out could do (barring the fact that they force him to wait for another reincarnation) but this is me as a fantasy specialist critiquing a choice the writer made, not a point of the mythology not working.

The main sticking point of the drama for most critics is the age gap.

In a way, I’m not as bothered by age gaps when it comes to immortal beings--there’s not a huge difference between being 19 and 30 when your partner is 396, right?

I’m sure I’m not the first to say this, but the writer could have worked around this, and almost seems interested in doing so with the time-skip--only to have their second lifetime meeting also happen when she’s in high school.

I’m at a college right now and I’m 33 with a lot of classmates who are between 18 and 21. They are having adult relationships, but in real life I do give a look askance when the dude seems much older. And younger than 19 is really young.

If 29 was a fine time for them to be together in the end, with a much more intimate relationship, how long does Kim Shin wait the second time around?

Anyway, let the man die and come back as the same age, is what I’m trying to tell you.

Overall, the writing did a good job of allowing our heroine to be her age, and the romance to develop according to her pace. If there hadn’t been a second advent of her as a teenager in his life, with his years still running on ad infinitum, it would have seemed fine.

The fact that Ji Eun Tak, Goblin’s Bride, is a sort of classic Cinderella figure could have been an issue, too. However, I felt like she was given a lot of dimension so I rarely remembered that she was embodying a trope. Her clear memories and relationship with her mother help with that--she may live with uncaring relatives, but she has known herself to be loved and that centers her.

I also liked that her will was so important. In the back and forth between her and Kim Shin before it’s truly established that she is his destined bride, she gets to make choices about her relationship with him and while he withholds information a good deal of that is to allow her more choice.

This is a deployment of fate that feels full-bodied--the fate isn’t just something determined from the outside, even though we hear the voice of the gods in the actual narrative. Because of who these people are, they choose what has been predicted for them.

And the story is largely from her point of view, even as Kim Shin’s perspective and history shape so much of the plot. Her obsession with candles takes over the house Goblin and Reaper share, so at the end, Reaper has candles in his room. Her relationships are what center the story so much that the reminder that Deok Hwa doesn’t know her yet comes as a surprise before AND after the memory wipe. Everyone else connects in spokes around her--even Kim Shin and the Grim Reaper have to find their friendship footing around her status between them, where before they were just odd roommates.

What Ji Eun Tak wants is very important to this story, even when it is initially denied to her.

She is the only one who says no to the tea of forgetting, and gets no word of argument or explanation from her Reaper.

Altogether, I really enjoyed this show. Even the ending (which I had gotten vibes about that warned me of disappointment) which I didn’t love made sense in the logic of the rest of the story, including its failures.

It was a beautifully shot series, though with erratic editing in some of the chapters, and the intensity of the storyline carried off the high drama that might otherwise have turned maudlin.

If I were to watch it again, I’d be tempted to skip the last part of the last episode, leaving it in my mind that Kim Shin finally grew old, that by suffering his absence without memory was enough heroic suffering for Ji Eun Tak, and that when Reaper has done his duty and escorted Sunny into the afterlife they all come back together as childhood friends in a Reply 2079 reboot story.

...At the same time, the time inversions of the opening matching up with the first and last episode are pretty sweet, and I wouldn’t have missed that little bit of clever resonance just for a less messy headcanon version.

#Goblin #Guardian #kdrama #The Great and Lonely God #korean drama #review #spoilers #Goblin spoilers #Guardian spoilers

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bapydemonprincess · 5 years

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20-29 for Ambrose, 31-35 for Aarushi!

Oooo boy! Here I go!! 😍😍😍

AMBROSE

20. Spring - I assume the family still lives around the UK area, so Spring for them is likely still rainy and windy but without snow. And Ambrose likely doesn’t mind! Rain in general is very soothing and a moody atmospheric thing, and even if he’s not into bright colors, he does enjoy seeing the back yard garden growing and blooming and sometimes helping out!

21. Autumn - An absolutely favorite time of year for dark boi. He loves the darker colored leaves, the spooky atmosphere that gradually grows... but of course he tries to hold back being too obvious about it. Meh, it’s just another season! ....When is the Halloween stuff coming to the store???

22. Family - Oof, a big big complicated word, that is. Ambrose accepts and endures his big strange family of humans, demons, and reapers. Some certain people more than others... but he does need to get out, escape into his mind, or into the world. He needs to search for answers to questions he knows even the eldest in his family cannot fully put into words! Mainly because the answers he’s looking for are unique only to him and his circumstance, no one else. But at the end of it all, he would keep coming back home to his family all the same.

23. Romance - Ambrose can grasp romance, can feel it. He reads about it, even writes about it sometimes, but I don’t think he wants to have anything long lasting, like some sort of soul mate or something like Mum and Dad. Perhaps he fancies enjoying feeling it personally from time to time when glimpsing a lovely stranger... maybe he’ll make friends and they’ll wine and dine and be romantic. But he doesn’t feel like keeping it forever. If.. that makes sense.

24. Orientation - Male through and through, but he was definitely not raised nor believes in any of those stupid human masculine cliches. Hence when getting teased by someone for his thin, slender form, graceful poise and long pretty white hair, he will gladly snub the person with a graceful hairflip or bat his eyes and tell them if their a man that he’s flattered they noticed~

25. Religion - Ambrose cannot say he is an athiest or agnostic, nor choose any specific one like Hinduism which his elder sibling and Father thrive on, nor whatever great powers of the universe could’ve conjured up the other side of his family. No, he’d rather not think of any of them whether they are real or not because no matter the truth, none of them have ever been truly helpful to him.

26. Beauty - Like earlier headcanons, Ambrose sees beauty in things like nature and how it changes, whether things are growing and thriving or dying over time. It’s all beautiful to him. And where average humans would cringe at darker things like the passing and rotting of something that was once living, Ambrose finds that, too, rather beautiful in it’s own grim way..

27. Sleep - This poor boy can be quite an insomniac. At first not by choice but just because he cannot find sleep when he would have so many burdens in his mind. So many questions! In later years, he accepts this as the norm and simply goes with it, using the time everything is the most quiet to read or write or do other things he normally doesn’t have the time or chance to do.

28. Home - No matter how many times he battles it over the years, Home still is where his family is.

29. Bedroom - He fully embraces dark, moody colors. And victorian era to modern aesthetics. He’ll have a big slightly plain modern bed but with with the softest black sheets and blankets and pillows. A few old fashioned bureaus, likely furniture given to him by Mum and maybe Hannah from places they knew that still had these things, along with TONS upon TONS of classic literature. Original editions of many famous works. Ambrose truly loves every kind of Gothic Aesthetic and his Mother is very much happy to help fuel that!

AARUSHI

30. Sex - As we’ve covered before, our bab is Nonbinary and Aro/Ace. And when it comes to the subject OF sex, they have most likely been given the typical talk at a certain age by Mamma, who is much better at explaining such things than Pappa. XD But they also wait until Aarushi has seen glimpses of such strange things in the souls they harvest and eat. It is much easier that way!

31. Death - Death will never, ever be easy to comprehend for Aarushi, even at their oldest. They just hate the idea of seeing life being snuffed out. They get chills even when it happens naturally as someone is much too old to go on, and leave their body peacefully while at rest. And deaths where it was all an accident or on purpose by someone else or someTHING else will usually be the worst for Aarushi to deal with, and they will need to be quickly handled before their powers go haywire from their emotional reaction.

32. Birth - Of course this has the opposite effect on babby compared to death. Birth is beautiful. Every single kind. From humans to animals to PLANTS! Aarushi loves it all!!

33. Safe - The only way for Aarushi to truly feel safe is when they have friends or family near by. And that counts for their precious soft plush Miss Bunny too.

34. Affection - HEY! DO YOU WANNA HUG?? AARUSHI WANTS TO GIVE YOU A HUG!!! THEY WILL RUN UP AND HUG YOU, ESPECIALLY IF THEY CAN TELL YOU NEED ONE! DON’T WORRY, THEY HAVE PLENTY OF LOVE TO SPARE!!!

35. Guilt - Guilt is something Aarushi feels off and on plenty of times, sometimes even for strangers they have never known. They just want to make everyone happy! They want to make people like Mamma and Pappa proud! They never EVER want to cause anyone trouble with their powers or anything! And when their sibling Ambrose is born and they eventually learn about how his birth went, well... it certainly weighs heavy on the powerful demonic and Goddess Kali gifted Aarushi, and they FEEL it too as they get to know their sibling.. and their sibling gets to express his bitterness and outrage.

36. Sacrifice - In general, if Aarushi had to sacrifice anything or do something to save someone that may have life changing decisions, they would STILL do it probably.. no matter who would protest and what arguments would be made, if Aarushi could sacrifice SOMETHING to help someone, they would do it.

(and this is where Bapy realizes that she went overboard on the headcanons... uh.... WELP)

🙈 HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM MY LOVE!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#grelleswife #Headcanons #My Ocs #Ambrose #Aarushi #Little Raven #Tiger Cub #Answer

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I propose Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy is the ultimate goth. In this essay.......

I will explain, in my opinion, on what is a goth and use examples of other characters we've all known and seen. 1st, let's start with the most famous Goth characters of all, Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. These are the least Goth characters in all of Goth-dom. He has a song dedicated to him and he is known as the Pumpkin King. He is the ultimate goth in the land of Goths. As for Sally, she is a quiet Mousie goth that most of the town doesn't even know of. This is every teen prom high school movie we've all seen. Jack is just the jock who wins prom King, and Sally is the nerdy girl that gets to end up with him. Again, this is every Teen Movie we've ever seen But made goth. To be truly goth in this type of world you must be the most un-goth-y person. So in the scenario of Halloweentown, the only true Goth in the entire town that we ever see is actually Santa Claus.

Let's start now with what defines a goth. I believe most of us can agree that to define a goth is somebody that is a non-conformist. That it God that somebody who sees the world and rejects it in one way or another. There is other obvious signs such as their clothing or style of hair or makeup. There is also the personality or the aura that a goth person carries with them. These are the three criteria that I'm using to judge on what is goth and what is not. How they conform or not to society, how they appear to according to society and how their personality interacts with their society. another way to look at it, is their environment, their style and their personality.

And now a few honorable mentions to show some characters who I believe is also got but not the top goth. Let's start with Zuko and Mai from Aang: the last Airbender. they are the number two best goth couple. Zuko and eventually May rebelled against the society that they grew up in and then they both have the personality. We all remember the quotes that started their love, "I don't hate you" "i don't hate you too." The only goth couple in my opinion that beats them or Gomez and Morticia Addams. They are the best goth couple as they do not conform to society in any form or way, they have the style of goth, the only thing I feel they lacked is the personality. Possibly in another life they would still be equally as happy but maybe more normal according to society. One couple that I've seen also floating around is the Joker and Harley Quinn from The Batman series. I do not know why I have seen them a lot in the goth circles as an ultimate couple but this needs to stop. Namely, they are not golf in any way except for maybe that they do not conform to society. But mainly my issue with them is that they are not a cute lovely couple, it is simply abuse. Let's stop romanticizing it and making it nice and everywhere. It's abuse. Other honorable goth that I feel should be mentioned is gaz and dib from Invader Zim. both don't seem to conform to their surrounding Society and both seem to have the style but again neither of them had the full personality. Gaz is definitely high on what I would consider is a goth but I would not put her in the top three. A great real life example of a goth is got Uncle long legs, the meme, of that guy wearing the tight pants taking pictures by a cemetery. That is probably the most goth person in reality.

now the top three Goths in my opinion. Number three, Raven from the DC Universe. I would consider her forced into being a goth. She has the style of a goth and the personality of a goth, but she does not have the non conforming of a goth. To explain that better, yes, she does not conform to her Society norms, but it's not because she's rebelling against them but rather she has to. To those who may not know her story, a brief summary is she must not feel and keep her feelings in check at all times or her hell father will rise and destroy the world. So it's not so much she wants to be goth but goth-ness is shoved upon her.

number 2 goth would be Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family. Now she has a style and nonconforming down easy. But with her personality and her family I feel she's just born into being a goth. she is a goth in the same way her family is goth where its more that they just like the aesthetic or seem clueless that it's different.

now finally to the number one goth in my opinion. Mandy from The Grim Adventures a Billy and Mandy. Her style is not goth, not even a little bit, but everyone acknowledges she is a goth. She has the non conforming attitude of a goth as she hates the world with her entire being. also, she has the personality of a goth. She has such a huge Aura of being a goth that I have seen episodes where is she has scared people off with a simple gaze. she has such a powerful goth aura that she doesn't even need to dress goth for people to realize she is goth. she wears a pink dress with a yellow flower on it with black shoes and a black hair band. With that simple description, it can sound like any other normal girl playing on the playground. But her goth power is so great she has literally made the Grim Reaper, Death, her bitch. I don't know what is more goth than that.

thank you for reading this random thought I had and I felt that I must share.

#me #goth #raven #grim adventures of billy and mandy #wednesday addams #rant

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wtf-taeyong · 5 years

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Guardian Angel | 1 | Park Jimin

Word count - 3.4k Genre - Angst, Angel!Jimin ft. Angel!Bangtan, Grim Reaper!Namjoon Warnings - Brief descriptions of murder

That’s right ladies and gents. I’m rewriting it. Finally.

Part 1 | Part 2 | ??

“Hi!”

Jimin blinked.

The room he was in was well lit, and almost cavernous in its majesty and grandeur. The ceiling seemed to be miles above him, and the walls were so far apart Jimin would have had to squint to see them if his sight was worse.

“Hello?”

Everything was made out of stone and it was bringing a chill to his skin. Goosebumps erupted over his flesh and his teeth were chattering before he realised he could actually control his body. Where the hell was he? This place wasn’t where he fell asleep.

“Are you… Feeling okay?” Jimin’s head swivelled to try and find the source of the voice, and was surprised when he spotted the man in front of him. How had he not noticed him before?

Jimin’s head felt fuzzy.

“Uh…” His tongue felt too heavy for him to use properly, but the man seemed to understand him anyway. “Yeah, that happens a lot. You’ll feel right as rain when you go back.”

“Back?”

“Yep! Back into your body. Although, of course, it won’t be quite the same, because, y’know, you died! It’ll be the same aesthetics, though!”

Jimin’s mind could have exploded.

“Sorry?” “What for?” “Did you say I’d…” He swallowed thickly. “Died?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry! It was a pretty tragic death, too.”

Jimin was bewildered. Perhaps this was all a terrible dream and he’d wake up wondering who the hell this person was and what he was doing in somewhere so… Weird.

“But don’t worry, one of our senior members died in pretty much the same way as you did so I’m sure you’ll do well here.”

“Where is here?” “Oh, right! Sorry, I’m so bad at my job, I get too carried away. My boss is getting annoyed with me. Well, I think he might be? He’s always pissed off, that’s just his face. I’m getting distracted again.”

The main in front of Jimin sighed in exasperation, and Jimin just stared up at him. He wasn’t sure what question to ask at all, there were so many. Was this some kind of subliminal messaging? Was Jimin going to die a tragic death soon and was this some kind of warning?

“Right, so, I’m Hoseok! I’ve been dead for a long time so if you have any questions about this, I’m your guy. Well, actually, I suppose all of us are… Irregardless, I’m your tutor! I’m excited, you’re my first student. Now it’s my turn to boss someone around!” Hoseok was grinning widely down at Jimin and for the first time Jimin realised he was sitting down on the cold stone floor.

Standing up, wincing as he regained feeling in his limbs, Jimin noticed that Hoseok was taller and leaner than himself, and there was something quite graceful about him despite being stative.

“It’s unusual for someone with your track record to be appointed here, but whatever! We can make it work. I’ll show you the ropes and I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“Sorry, again, where are we? I don’t understand a single thing that’s going on. I’m dead?”

“You sure are!”

“How… How did I die?”

“You don’t remember? Oh, of course, you were asleep. It was pretty crap, truth be told. Your angel was pretty torn up. We’ve got him benched until he feels well enough but until then I think it’s best we keep the two of you apart.” “My angel?” “Yeah, y’know, your guardian angel. Duh.”

Duh.

Jimin’s head was swimming and he felt the beginnings of a migraine settle behind his eyes. He knew what guardian angels were, of course, but it was fucking weird discovering they were real. Unless this was all a huge prank orchestrated by someone with too much time and money on their hands.

Jimin didn’t think he knew anybody rich enough to rent out or own whatever this big ass room was.

“Anyway, yeah, you were stabbed to death. In your sleep, too, which is pretty bad. You probably don’t remember because you weren’t aware that you were dying, which I guess is a blessing. My boss said that you were likely to feel very groggy and kind of-”

Hoseok’s voice faded into the distance as Jimin’s ears filled with white noise. He couldn’t believe it. He’d been stabbed to death? That couldn’t possibly be right. Why would he have been?

He couldn’t think, and he couldn’t remember anything either.

He didn’t actually remember where he had fallen asleep.

His first instinct was to raise his hands to his face and feel around. That was his nose, definitely, and - he winced as he pinched his cheeks - that was his face. The eyebrows were right, and so was his eye shape, but why did it all feel so alien? Why did it feel extraordinarily like he was caressing someone else’s face?

Goosebumps erupted over his skin and his hands fell back to his sides. Hoseok was still talking all the way through this but Jimin’s attention went to the room. Maybe he could just leave while Hoseok was distracted.

He made four steps towards a promising looking door before a whole new voice interrupted them.

“Jimin…”

It was deep and honeyed and his head swivelled towards the man. The voice was achingly familiar but the face was completely new to him. He had no idea who this person was but his heart ached as if he should have. As if he should have known him right down to the freckles that decorated him and the pattern his veins made under his skin.

“You… You’re-” The man cut himself off, stepping towards Jimin carefully as if Jimin would suddenly attack him. He was also taller than Jimin and was lean in a way that was similar to Hoseok, who had finally gone quiet. “Do I know you?” Jimin asked gently, softening his tone as he took in the fragile way the man seemed to curl in on himself, his arms wrapped around his middle.

The man swallowed thickly, eyelids fluttering in a rather lovely way as he shook his head. He was very beautiful. Jimin didn’t think he would forget such a face.

“No, you don’t.”

All Jimin felt was confusion but when he looked to Hoseok for help, Hoseok was already looking at the strange man with a grave look on his face. By the time he looked back at the man, he had already moved closer to Jimin with shocking silence and speed.

A single trembling hand raised towards Jimin’s face and Jimin flinched away, raising his hand to try and bat it away. He was pretty, but Jimin wasn’t about to let a stranger touch his face.

“What the-”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He looked sheepish. “Just, can I? One last time?”

“What?”

Hoseok shifted slightly.

“I need to, just… For closure.”

Jimin was more confused that he had ever been in his entire life (and now his death?) but something about the look in the man’s eyes made him drop his own hand and allow his fingers to raise to Jimin’s face.

His fingertips glided over Jimin’s cheekbones with surprising softness, curling around his jaw to cup his face gently. The way he was looking down at Jimin made his cheeks flush warmly, but there was something about this golden man that made Jimin incapable to look away.

The man’s mouth curled up at the corners in the most tragically beautiful smile Jimin had ever seen and Jimin couldn’t explain the ancient sadness that erupted in his chest.

The hand was gone, and the man was turning and walking away before Jimin could even realise the change. Hoseok turned his head to watch the man go, and the man’s shoulders were slumped over, his head bowed like that of a kicked dog.

“Who… Was that?”

Jimin swallowed. His mouth was dry.

“That was Taehyung,” Hoseok supplied, his voice missing that excited lilt that Jimin had already learned to associate with him. “He was your guardian angel before you died.”

“I felt like I knew him.” “Well, you would. He was with you from the moment you were born until the very last second. He’s loved you your whole life.”

“Loved me?”

“Well, loves. I imagine he’ll love you for the rest of eternity.”

“Why is he so… Sad?”

“Jimin,” Hoseok said, derision in his voice as if the answer was obvious. Perhaps it was, but Jimin’s mind was struggling to keep up with the sudden onslaught of information. “He watched you get stabbed to death and couldn’t do anything about it. That’s enough to make anybody sad, don’t you think?”

“So this is my office!” Hoseok chirped, flinging open a door. Jimin stepped through tentatively. “Forgive the lack of anything interesting to look at, I only got it like three days ago. Yoongi didn’t give me any time to settle before he dumped your precious self on me.”

Jimin hummed, assuming Yoongi was the boss Hoseok kept talking about.

“It’s so weird. You’re literally the only person I have to tutor and do whatever with, and yet I’ve got no free time. What do I spend my time doing? I don’t even know. I spend a lot of time doing nothing but I’m always exhausted. Do you think I’m depressed? Jungkook used to say that Yoongi is depressed but really, maybe it’s secretly me. Yoongi is just a dick-”

“You called?”

Jimin was getting tired of meeting new people. He was equally tired of said new people popping up out of nowhere and scaring the crap out of him.

The figure in the doorway was intimidating physically, but had the face and the eyes of some kind of soft woodland creature. Jimin knew that the guy could crush him into a powder but it would probably be if Jimin stole his milk or woke him up from his nap.

“Ah! I was gonna come find you next! Jungkook, this is Jimin. He’s new.”

Jungkook stepped forwards with his hand outstretched, encasing Jimin’s much smaller hand and shaking it with a firm grip. His smile revealed cute little bunny teeth and Jimin had the sudden urge to call him cute.

Was this a maternal instinct? The dude was just so precious.

The instinct was quashed slightly when he threw his absurdly huge, muscular arm over his neck and crushed Jimin’s body to his own. It was solid.

“It’s good to have new people on the team. We’re kinda the outcasts of this whole shtick, but don’t worry. We’re also the coolest.”

“I don’t think being murdered counts as being cool-”

“Have you met the others yet? There are a tonne of us but there’s only a few really worth knowing. Hoseok is one of them I guess, but there’s, like, Yoongi. He’s scary as fuck, I swear, but he’s not so tough. He’s short, so how scary can he be? Although I guess you’re pretty short too-”

“-Jungkook, if he hears you telling the newbie that-”

“-What is he gonna do? Kneecap me? As I was saying, there’s also a guy called Taehyung and he’s really cool, too. Although he’s got a stick up his ass these days, he won’t play with me at all which is goddamn nuisance.”

“That’s enough.”

The room was suddenly cold and Jungkook retracted his arm from around Jimin’s neck like he’d been scolded horribly. Jimin could finally stand up straight without the weight of all Jungkook’s arm muscle crushing him into the ground, and he was too busy massaging the back of his neck to try and get the blood flowing again.

“Go back to doing whatever useless thing you waste your time doing, Jungkook.”

The young man nodded, casting Jimin a look with a single raised eyebrow. As he walked past Yoongi, he placed his hand in the air above him to show the overwhelming height difference and his eyes screwed shut as he grinned joyfully at Jimin. Jimin nearly burst all the blood vessels in his face trying not to laugh.

Then Jimin realised that he was basically the same height as the miserable looking man and his smile dropped.

“Jimin,” Hoseok said from behind him, rounding his desk to come and stand between the two of them. “This is Yoongi. He’s like the boss of this cheery little branch we have here.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin said. “I’m... Jimin.”

Did he have a surname? It was right on the tip of his tongue...

“Obviously.”

Jimin tried to ignore the biting tone of the man’s gravelly voice and the way it sent goosebumps up his flesh for the sake of his own mental wellbeing, and he glanced awkwardly at Hoseok whose sunshine smile was firmly back on his face. Hoseok was obviously used to Yoongi’s attitude but it took Jimin aback somewhat; weren’t angels supposed to be warm and lovely?

Instead all the angels he was meeting were either incredibly talkative, or in this case looked like they’d be better suited on the throne of Hell.

“Yeah, Yoongi is the one that had to go and get you from downstairs when Namjoon dropped you off. He’s also, y’know, in charge, so it’s his business to know everything about you. He probably knows more than you do.”

“So you know how I died?” Jimin questioned, turning his attention to the man who looked not even a minute away from letting his eyes slide closed.

“That’s a stupid question. Obviously I know how you died. If Hoseok knows, then I know.”

“Do you know who killed me?”

“You wouldn’t remember who it was even if I did tell you.”

“So you do know?”

“Are you naturally this dumb or is it a skill you’ve mastered?”

“A little bit of both, I think.”

“Interesting. I’ll be sure to add it to the file.”

Jimin raked his hand through his hair, somewhat disturbed by Yoongi’s absolute shield of sarcasm. Hoseok maintained his grin all the way through the exchange, the muscles of his face not wavering even once and Jimin wondered vaguely if he had to face exercises at the end of the day to relax his muscles.

“Can you tell me who killed me?” Jimin tried again.

“I could, theoretically.” Yoongi’s hands were clasped together behind him and the stance somehow made Jimin feel like Yoongi was really rather incredibly wise. His face was still set, but the longer Jimin’s gaze lingered on the man he realised how different he looked from the other two.

For starters, it looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Then Jimin noticed the cat-like slits to his eyes, and his somewhat downturned mouth in comparison to Hoseok’s, Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s natural smiles and soft features. On top of this, Yoongi was wearing the sharpest suit Jimin had ever seen and he was almost in awe at the sheer power and authority the short man exuded. Something about him told Jimin that he was impossibly old; there was an age to him and his features that Jimin couldn’t rationally explain, even to himself.

“Are you going to?”

“No.”

“Right, well,” Hoseok finally interjected. “What’s the plan for him? He’s met everyone relevant and I’m sure he’s gonna fit in pretty easily. But what do we do with him?”

Jimin shifted in discomfort at the fact that Hoseok wasn’t addressing him directly, but Yoongi’s sharp cat-like eyes slid over to Hoseok, who was staring down at some kind of clipboard. A part of Jimin was convinced that the pages were blank, and Hoseok used it for show. The tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth was a nice touch.

“I’m not sure he’d do well with Jungkook but we could try-”

“No,” Yoongi said, voice like ice. “He’s too new for that. Jungkook at least passed the exams, but I’m not sure he would.”

“There are exams?” Jimin questioned, already feeling the stress begin to build. He’d graduated college only a few years ago and now he had to do more exams? He couldn’t escape the crushing clutches of education even in death. What a terrible experience this was.

“Yes. Stop asking questions.”

Disgruntled, he rolled his weight onto one leg and tapped his foot slightly as the two others seems to have a telepathic conversation. He felt extraordinarily like he was some kind of pet, the way they talked about what to “do” with him. He wasn’t a stray cat, and yet, he felt like one.

“From the beginning, then?” Hoseok asked, rounding his desk again and taking a seat. He sorted through some papers. “Do we have enough time?”

“What’s time when you’re dead?” Yoongi drawled, hands deep in the pockets of his trousers. “I trust you’re capable, Hoseok.”

“Yeah, duh. I didn’t get this office by being crap at my job, now, did I?”

“You got this office because I gave it to you.”

“Shh. Don’t embarrass me in front of my student.”

Sighing heavily, Yoongi cast Hoseok one last look - though Jimin didn’t miss the flame of amusement in the depths of his eyes - and left the office without even looking in Jimin’s direction again.

“He’s pleasant.”

“Yeah. He’ll warm up to you over time.”

“How long did it take for him to warm up to you?”

“Depends! What year is it?”

“Well, it was 2019 when I died-”

“Wow, really? Wow. That’s- Wow.”

“Why? When did you die?”

“1902.”

“Jesus. You’re elderly”

“Yeah.”

Jimin picked at a hangnail. Hoseok was staring wistfully into nothing. “So, how come it took you so long to, like, get promoted? How long has it been? I’m bad at maths.”

“I’m also bad at maths.”

“Do you have a calculator?”

“I sure do. Hold on.” Hoseok yanked open a drawer and got the calculator out, pressing some buttons and then whistling lowly. “I’m old.”

“How long?”

“None of your business, little boy.”

Jimin laughed before he could help himself and Hoseok’s faux stern appearance cracked.

“Anyway, basically the plan is that we’re gonna start you from the very, very beginning. It’ll be like learning how to walk and stuff! You’re gonna have to go to classes and read books and all that boring shit before you have to take your exams and if you pass you’ll be assigned a human charge for you to look after.”

“Guardian angel school.”

“Pretty much, yeah. It’s gonna be boring and long but you only have to do it once - unless you fail - and then you can live the rest of eternity knowing all exams and studying is far behind you. Unless you pull a Namjoon and decide you’re never going to be done learning, y’know, like a nerd.”

“You’ve mentioned him before,” Jimin said, picking more earnestly at that annoying hangnail. “Who is he? Is he one of us?” Hoseok breathed a laugh, sitting back in his chair and lacing his fingers together over his stomach.

“Hoo, boy. One of us. Hmm. You make us sound like a cult.” Hoseok laughed, looking at Jimin with half closed eyes. “Namjoon is the Grim Reaper.”

“The Grim- He’s real?”

“I mean, he’s not really one entity, if that makes sense? There are lots of him. Thousands of identical people doing the same job that Yoongi nicknamed Namjoon just to make it easier for us.”

Jimin’s mind was blown.

“Wait, so, okay, I can kinda get that. There are lots of him. Are they all the same?”

“Yup. Same voice, same mannerisms, same thoughts and whatnot. A hive mind, of sorts.”

“Isn’t he- Aren’t they- Is he evil?” Jimin was having a hard time getting to grips with the concept of the Grim Reaper actually being a real thing, but he thought the Grim Reaper represented something bad.

He’d played The Sims. He’d watched the Grim Reaper in action and he’d lamented over the loss of a character he’d spent hours making. He was bitter.

“Nah, that’s just a rumour Yoongi started a few millennia ago when they had an argument. It bled into the human world which is quite funny, but honestly, Namjoon’s quite charming.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Anyway, enough chit-chat! We have so much work to do. I’m feeling frazzled. We should head to the library.”

“Before we go, can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing.”

“You got here in 1902 but you talk like… Like you got here recently. What’s up with that?”

“My last assignment wasn’t that long ago. Also, Jungkook is still active so I guess I’ve picked up his way of speaking? Not important; let’s go!”

With a jaunty stride, Hoseok vacated his office with Jimin hot on his heels, another question falling off the tip of his tongue.

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I don't know if this is too much but I need to know more about you! All of the sweet and soft questions ^_^

“Well, it’s not much at all! Let’s answer these, shall we?”

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

“Yes, I do, actually. And I’m thankful that I found mine in my beloved Ephemera.”

💌- diary or journal?

“In my case, journal. I mainly use it to plan out Dead Talks or I use it to document the progress of my students.”

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

“Hmm, this is tough. I don’t feel like I relate to any fictional characters. If anyone from my dear audience disagrees, let me know. Although, Kat said I remind of her of an older ‘Darkiplier’, whatever that is.”

💕- are you crushing on someone?

“Does my wife count? I’m always crushing on her, obviously.”

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

“In the dark, 100 percent.”

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

“☠️😈⚰️🖤🔪🎃💀👻”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“I have quite a few, but my absolute favorite is also my only memory of my early life. I scared the crap out of an older person and it was great.”

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“This one.”

💖- have you ever been in love?

“Yes, of course. I am married, after all. I would hope it was out of love.”

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

“Vanilla, out of these choices. In all honesty, chocolate is my favorite.”

🍯- describe your favorite smell

“Musky, incense, old leather, burning wood. Really heavy wood scents too.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I have everything I wanted in my life. I’m the Grim Reaper, I’m a motivational death coach, I’m happily married, I have a good group of friends and my beloved cat and her kittens. I have no need for three wishes when I have all that I need already.”

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

“Cookies. I can’t eat raw cookie dough, bothers my stomach. Yes, despite being the Grim Reaper, I’m still prone to stomach aches.”

☕- coffee or tea?

“Both. I tend to switch between the two drinks, depending on my mood.”

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

“Um, neither. I’ll stick to the Underworld or the Pantages, thank you very much.”

🍂- what’s your middle name?

“It starts with an ‘S’, and that’s all I will tell you.”

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

“Given I don’t know when I was born, I can’t really answer this one. If I recall, you need a birthday for these, so I really don’t know. Sorry.”

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

“Mostly just relaxing with Ephemera, Muffin and the kittens. We’ll either just watch movies or read all day.”

🍭- how tall are you?

“Around 6′3″.”

💒- which show would you want to live in?

“Show? Like a TV show? Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe Castlevania, given I’d have plenty of business to keep me occupied. Plus I could be friends with Dracula.”

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

“Halloween, of course!”

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

“Kat, my mun, has a wide collection of candles, most of them are from a horror theme online shop called SickWix. One of the ones she has is called ‘Black Cherry Bloodbath’ and it smells fantastic.”

🎶- favorite song right now?

“Well, again going back to Kat, she listens to a lot of the musician Aurelio Voltaire, so I’ve grown to enjoy his music a lot. My current favorite song is by him, it’s called ‘The Projectionist’.”

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

“1 - be a cat lover. 2 - enjoy durian. 3 - respect and appreciate my work.”

🍩- current mood?

“Content, and also rather amused that you asked me this entire post.”

❄️- what is your favorite season?

“Autumn.”

💍- your current relationship status?

“Happily married.”

📷- a photo of yourself

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

“Not really. There’s no need for it.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“I’m not sure. I guess I work a lot, I can be obsessive over things, and I tend to read when I’m stressed, for some reason.”

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

“I perceive myself as a hard worker, someone very dedicated to their work, as well as someone who is fiercely protective of those they care about.”

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

“Hopefully in a positive way. I don’t think I’m a bad person, despite the fact that I’m the Grim Reaper.”

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

“Strength is a big one. I also love passionate people.”

🍓- one secret about yourself

“Hmm….I don’t hate dogs, I actually like them. I just like cats more. Not much of a secret, huh?”

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

“Rather calm and collected, if I do say so myself.”

Ephemera: “Honey, when we first met, you were stuttering like crazy.”

*Gideon is now blushing* “Ephemera, why?”

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

“I honestly had no relationships before I met Ephemera, so thankfully I’ve never dealt with breakups.”

💬- what your last text message says?

“I texted Ephemera about something for the kittens and it said, ‘I think we need more catnip, it’s the only thing that keeps them from scratching me during training’.”

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

“Monty Python’s Flying Circus. It’s just so damn funny.”

⛅- what is your morning routine?

“I wake up fairly early, I shower, get dressed, feed Muffin and the kittens, and then I have breakfast with Ephemera before I begin my day’s work.”

💗- who do you miss?

“My dear friend Kelsey (@violetxsilverxstark), I haven’t spoken to her in quite some time. I hope everything is okay.”

🥀- last time you cried?

“I don’t cry. Ever.”

🎁- when is your birthday?

“Not a clue, I don’t remember my life before becoming Grim Reaper, other than the memory mentioned earlier.”

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

“My entire life is my scariest experience, and I’m so grateful for it.”

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

“A little younger, like a human year younger. Same age is fine too.”

🎀- any question you want

“I have no other questions to add. Thank you for suggesting this, anon. This was quite the little journey.”

#motivational death coach (gideon grim)#don't fear the reaper (asks)#questions from the audience (anon asks)#ask games #ask meme #the reaper's bride (ephemera grim)#furry little killer (muffin the murderer)#resurection (kelsey)#rp #rp blog #hhn #hhn icon #hhn 8 #hhn singapore #halloween horror nights #halloween horror nights singapore #the Reject (Mun)

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