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jihyology · 1 year
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THE SYMPHONY OF HELL | shin ryujin.
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— WARNINGS; greek mythology au, lazy writing towards the end bc I didn’t know what to put.
“deep in her hollow bones, the pleas of serenity blended with the devils bargain.
the angel on her shoulder was now tainted with immorality. she had stained it with the blood of a sinner; and the crimson replaced the pristinely white purity in an act of great foolishness, and petty intrusion.
a childish urge had bristled thorns into her heart, coaxing a pain that had gone numb with the neglect of feel.
she used her head now, hearts were fickle and thin; an Achilles heel common among every person.
she didn’t want to be Achilles. She wanted to be Medusa.
she wanted a stony gaze that anchored the burliest of men, and the smartest of goddesses. she wanted to settle into the grass, as silent as a cemetery, and sink her fangs into the neck of opportunity.
so, her mouth had now began hissing and spitting with the venomous teeth of a snake; her voice projecting a sweet and unsuspecting poison, that fizzed and burnt on the tongue.
her presence had shifted, from a blinding reflection of sun on the sea, to a shadow among unlit, unexplored, caves.
she’d live in the dark, watching, waiting, ready to pounce.
a chiselled stone piece, blended with the world she had wished to destroy; until it came time for her reckoning to begin.”
the book slammed to a close, pages flickering into a pile, as the hardback cover thudded neatly with the worn, coffee-coloured paper. the eyes of your professor gleamed with excitement, his lips drawn into a thin smile.
“that, my friends, was the story of Shin Ryujin. any hands to be raised for questions?” he spoke gruffly, the leather bound book clasped protectively in his grip still; despite the delicacy of his hold, it was evident that his fingers would tighten periodically. it seemed to be important to the man, not that you really cared.
your eyes slightly rolled, ears turning the inquiries of your classmates into white noise. a few people blabbed on to the man, waiting patiently as he hastily popped their bubbles of question. despite a hollow mind of thoughts, time seemed to be speeding past magically.
“y/n~”
you frowned, sneaking a glance toward the wildly gesturing professor. his body was positioned away from you, chatting animatedly with a girl whom you barely recalled the name of. with a small sigh, and a glance around the room, you soon shrugged off the whisper.
“y/n.” the fuzzed voice called again, a sweet whisper hung below your ear. Your skin felt warm, and thudded by heat every few seconds. your head snapped up hesitantly.
your eyebrows drew together, and your eyes slightly faltered as they darted around. Not a peep sounded, no whispers at the back of the class, no birds chirping their sweet lulls. not a sound.
the people surrounding you seemed frozen, hardened with concrete and glazed with sealant. not a muscle spasmed, not an eyelash fluttered.
“oh little duckling, why do you ignore me?” your body jolted, a jagged breath streaming from your lips.
from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of tanned skin blooming from seemingly thin air.
“don’t be shy, my love, turn your head to look at me.” the voice spoke, clearer than it had been moments ago. it was sweet sounding, as if the letters falling from its lips were coated in honeycomb.
you heard a string of tuts, and a warm hand quickly cupped your chin.
a smile grew on your face, and you let the warmth guide your chin gently. it cupped your chin with great delicacy, like a butterflies wing feathering along your skin.
“you know I’m busy,” you hummed, fluttering your gaze to her with amusement blooming at the corner of your lips. studying the woman before you, your fingers raise to weave into her hair.
“yeah~” she drawled, melting into your touch. she huffed slightly, licking her frowning lips.
“yeah?” you teased, fiddling with the strands of her hair. her eyes rolled weakly, a transparent veil of faux annoyance within her motion.
“I missed you, I can’t wait anymore.” she whined, childishly flailing her limbs in a fast flurry. an eyebrow raised at the woman, and you looked to the clock on the wall.
“five minutes left, Ryu. five minutes, and I’d be back home to, well, probably cling to you the rest of the day, if I’m honest.” you slightly chuckled at your girlfriend, reminding her subtly of the instantaneous transportation home.
home was the underworld, by the way, as Ryujin had been named the goddess of the kingdom a few years after the setting of the story your professor had told. but that’s a story for another time, and it very much links to how you met her.
“fine. but I’m speeding up time. see you in a second, flower.” she relented, clicking her fingers together audibly, and letting the hands of the clock speedily move time forward. she surged forward for a quick kiss, and vanished as quickly as she appeared.
you fell back into your chair with a chuckle, and soon enough, the scraping of metal yanked you from your blank stare, pulling it instead to the clock hung against the cream wall. the hands had began moving normally again, clucking systematically. your gaze flickered around the room, noting the movement with amused eyes.
“ah, class dismissed.”
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theoldkyokodied · 8 months
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Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)
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state-of-franklin · 4 months
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Hey hello everybody we missed something from Dad beat Dad
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After he says “wretch” his ears and hair get fluffier/more frazzled
His coat becomes longer and more cut up
Dude his body behavior got me fucked UPPPP this man is RUINED by his deal and cannot cope
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gunkmusher · 5 months
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what if you wanted to be canonically jewish but the homestuck fandom said no
little bonus:
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The plot of The Dream Thieves is so fucking wild like at the same time (pretty much) Adam was having hallucinations of the sentient forest he sacrificed his eyes and hands to at a republican dinner party, Gansey was having an internal breakdown because his dead welsh king boyfriend has probably disappeared with said sentient forest, Ronan was having a homoereotic-fever-dream-sexuality crises about Adam AND Kavinsky which involved the swallowing of tattoos
Meanwhile Blue making out with a ghost was the most normal thing going on
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forestfan69 · 11 months
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On an adventure.
Moicy leyendecker study I did w my version of moiras plague doctor skin as well as a Middle Ages healer design I came up with for Angela (I hope this makes sense. It’s an au basically)
You can buy this as a print on my INPRNT!!
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poorslaindoll · 1 year
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Happy Valentine’s Day to them and them only. I like to imagine that they got all dressed up for the occasion, but then immediately just decided to sprawl out on the couch and watch a movie instead of going out.
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year
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DUFFER BROTHERS PAY HOMAGE TO THE FIRST GAY KISS IN FILM WITH BYLER IN S5 CHALLENGE
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zsbrainrot · 9 months
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Does anyone else think about how Rei can only sleep on the couch when he’s completely wrapped up in a blanket burrito? Because I think about it often.
Happy Buddy Daddies Friday!
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 1 month
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Andrew Minyard puts on his black combat boots and black armbands. He wears his black hoodie because Andrew is not like other boys. His newest teammate Neil Josten has an aura of danger that Andrew knows he is better off not getting close. But Andrew cannot help it. He is like a moth drawn to a flame. Neil’s untamed auburn hair that is never styled yet it is messy in an effortless way and his big blue orbs that must have a lot of hidden secrets. Andrew knows he should not play with fire but with that toned body Andrew minyard can not stay away.
Whatever, not like Neil josten would notice him anyways. He is the outcast in his teams and no one likes him. Neil josten would not care about him.
Imagine Andrew’s surprise when Neil josten joins him on the roof and shares his secrets. Andrew is right, Neil has a very dark past that is even darker than Andrew’s. Neil is involved in the mafia! But because Andrew is not like other boys he does not care and promise to protect Neil even though Andrew probably cannot do anything if anything happens. Neil probably has to be the one to save Andrew.
Neil also turns out to be loaded and he buys Andrew a car when his was destroyed and Andrew cannot say no to a Maserati.
Everyone else on the team is so shock when super attractive good looking Neil josten will choose to be with someone like Andrew minyard but Neil does not care and growls at anyone that says anything bad about Andrew.
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perfectmanisperfect · 2 months
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not gonna lie i can still enjoy fanon content of characters but as i continue reading the batman comics i’m like damn fanon got this messed up.
i would never have claimed to know anything about the characters just from reading fanfiction but like now i understand why some people dislike fanfics or maybe it’s just the 90s eras of comics idk but fanon got me fucked up.
i’m still gonna keep reading both so yay this just means more confusion in my head!! literally 1600+ fanfics screaming at me versus the actual comics lmao
where’s the truth? why is there so many reboots what the fuck is canon!? how am i supposed to think of 1990s dick grayson the same way as 2010s dick grayson. nothing makes sense anymore
thanks for attending my ted talk update
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thatrandomblogsays · 5 months
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Lmao Zeus & Hades are such bad dads that they think Percy would rob a god for his deadbeat dad who owes Sally 12 years of back pay for child support…
These literal God-Kings sat down and were like hmmm Poisedon hasn’t talked to this child in years to avoid people knowing he ejaculated when he should’ve of evacuated… & has a shitty abusive stepdad now… that child would absolutely Mission Impossible Olympus for him! Let’s kill him :)
Hey dumbasses, my own deadbeat parent can barely get me to text them back, I ain’t stealing shit for them. As a member of Team Deadbeat Parent, that request would’ve caused 12 year old me to cuss out an adult for the first time
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hanakihan · 3 months
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I like the idea of Corvo executing not physical but psychological torture on his targets
Like for example in Flooded District when Corvo escapes he doesn’t make himself known right away, it’s as if he really vanished. No one suspects anything (mostly expecting him still being around Flooded District ready to reach Daud as expected).
It’s tense, yes, but no one is murdered, choked out or disappeared.
Corvo is a master of observation and blending in. Corvo observes, listens, and changes his mask and behavior. Corvo played a perfect whaler. Corvo blended in with them perfectly, he wormed his way into their circle.
In span of a day Corvo played a perfect whaler, uncovering himself when they all least expected it, and while he’s not aggressive or violent, just standing here peacefully, almost relaxed, with absolutely tired face, they feel he’s dangerous. One wrong word or move and he’ll murder without second thoughts.
So all Corvo does is nicely asks for a key to get out of Flooded District, and pretty much for them to disappear from face of Dunwall, because next time to catches at least one of them at periphery of his eyes he’s personally hunting every single of them.
Corvo doesn’t want more bloodshed for this city his Empress loved, he doesn’t want it to be consumed by plague any more as it is, but he’s just a human, he’s tired, he’s so, so tired and angry and it takes all his willpower to stare in eyes of a murderer and not to become one himself.
Corvo takes the key from Daud’s hand, sends him one last tired warning stare and leaves to save his daughter and a crumbling empire. Corvo’s hands are completely clean unlike Daud’s, and it takes everything not to paint his into same red.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t torture people with their own minds.
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sun-lit-goth · 5 months
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Time to greet old friends at the workplace
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draw-your-self-ship · 2 months
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Draw your F/O bringing your self insert a bowl of soup (or other light comfort food) while they’re not feeling well!
Do NOT Interact: Pro//ship, adults who ship with minors, and real people shippers.
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LOOK NO FURTHER YALL THIS IS THE BEST LINE IN THE ENTIRE BOOK AHAHHDHSJWKWKENK
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