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#Spilled Ink {Headcanon}
harmshake · 4 months
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IT'S @southerngirl41'S SPECIAL DAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BESTIE! 🥳💓
Here's a lil something from me to you!
How each Bloodline man would treat you to a happy birthday. ✨🎂
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Roman is your husband of 3 years and has been planning for your birthday for weeks without your knowledge.
He hasn't even dropped hints and has you almost worried he forgot since he’s always busy with work, whether it’s conference calls, meetings, or live shows. You think to scold him but you save your breath as you don't want to believe your husband could do such a thing.
You wake up on the day of your birthday in bed surrounded by gift boxes, balloons, and bouquets of your fave flowers, totally surprised and smiling big as he comes in the room with a tray of your fave breakfast to serve you in bed like the princess you are.
You tell him he had you concerned and he tells you, "I'd never miss your special day, babe...just wanted to keep the details of how special it's gonna be under wraps until now." He tells you once you're done eating to pack up a carry-on bag because he's already got your things in luggage for a birthday weekend getaway…but the location is a surprise. 🤭
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Jimmy is your new husband and has been talking about your birthday non-stop for weeks, excited to celebrate your first one as husband and wife. You could be annoyed but he's so cute asking you all the time what you want to do, what gifts you'd like, and every detail under the sun to make your day perfect.
The day of your special day he makes sure he's off work for the next couple of days and able to be home to make it happen. You overhear him on the phone in the kitchen seemingly making reservations for dinner at your fave restaurant, but then he walks outside onto your backyard patio to make sure the next phone call you can't overhear.
He comes into the bedroom and tells you to get dressed for a fun day out that he has planned for you, that includes mini-golfing, laser-tag, and other activities he knows you love doing together. Once you're ready, he escorts you to the bedroom door.
When you open it, you hear a huge “Surprise!” as he's gathered your closest family and friends to join you both for a birthday brunch and day together. You smile big, happy to be surrounded by loved ones that includes your best friend, aka your husband. After the yummy brunch, Jimmy whispers in your ear that there's more to come as he has a romantic evening planned for just you and him. 💕
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Jey is your newish boyfriend of five months and has been away on the road for weeks working shows and meet-and-greets so you're convinced you won't see him for your birthday. He makes up for it by sending little gifts that arrive at your doorstep each day of the week of your special day.
On the day of your birthday, you're out to lunch with best friends and you get a FaceTime call from him that brightens your mood as he sings you happy birthday hella off-key.
You notice he's in the backseat of a car and you ask where he's headed and he tells you he's on his way to lunch as well. You think nothing of it but when you notice yourself in the background of his screen, you let out a giddy squeak.
Jey joins you and your friends for lunch and gives you plenty of hugs and kisses before he takes another gift box from his pocket that contains a pair of diamond earrings you've had your eye on lately. You place the little plastic bow on his head and tell him thank you but he's the best gift you've gotten before he plants a kiss on your lips and makes your girlfriends go "Awww!" and you blush. 🎀
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Solo is your boyfriend of two years and a big homebody once he’s off work and likes to spend time with you at the home you share. Because your birthday is coming up, he turns the house into a day of adventure for you.
He sets up a scavenger hunt around your home, starting at the living room, weaving into the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, and finally the bedroom. He tells you to take your time finding the clues/gifts as he goes to the store to pick up ingredients to make your fave dinner.
Each clue is a symbol of his love for you, little trinkets like your favorite color as that dress you wore on your first date; the necklace he bought you for your first Valentine’s Day (plus a new one with your birthstone); a new fleece blanket on that spot on the sofa where you cuddled the first night after moving in together; and so on until you end up in your bedroom.
He has the final clue and gift on the bed that’s in a tiny, square, black, crushed velvet gift box. Your heart pounds at what could be inside but when you open it, it’s empty. That’s when Solo gets home and finds you in the bedroom. When you turn around, he’s on bended knee with the ring that would have been in the box in his hand as he tells you, “Happy birthday, baby. Will you marry me?” 💍
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simsim54 · 27 days
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Ron: I didn't understand why people care so much for their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself. Ron: *picks Harry up* Ron: I've only befriended Harry for the duration of a train ride. Ron: But if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
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revasserium · 4 months
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write. it doesn't have to be good, it doesn't even have to be a story. write a sentence, a fragment, a phrase, a thought. write something. write anything. write.
and be proud of yourself that you did.
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seaweedpuff301 · 6 months
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randomest headcanon ever:
when george and angelina went on their first date, george went around and tried to open the car door for her. angelina wasn't expecting this, and opened it herself. see, at this time, ofc george was still mourning fred (will he ever stop?) but he knew that fred, no matter what, would always love to be remembered in joke form. and so, george said to angelina, "fred may be dead, angel, but chivalry's not." and so began a lifetime of love.
in case you were wondering, the next time she opened a car door was to unbuckle fred from his car seat :)
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eefrostpoetry · 1 year
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life moves fast and it makes me nauseous, too dizzy to stand too sick to sit
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esculentevil · 3 months
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Literally NO ONE:
Thranduil: Dwarves aren't actually stunted, you know.
Thranduil: They're fun-sized.
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antipasto-the-theif · 5 months
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bucky barnes x oc- fic below!
-icy hot part three-
here’s where you can find…
Part one:
https://www.tumblr.com/antipasto-the-theif/732835009491271680/first-in-the-series-icy-hot-i-had-to-make-the?source=share&ref=antipasto-the-theif
Part two:
https://www.tumblr.com/antipasto-the-theif/732924138479566848/icy-hot-two-yall-its-fall-like-im-falling-for?source=share&ref=antipasto-the-theif
Cw: chaining, amnesia, drug/med mentions, passing out, needles, not gore!
The whole series is gn! and I have at least 3 other parts ready! This, and the other future/past parts have been lightly proof read 😅
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Something around you was warm and soft, like being wrapped in a feather. It was a nicer feeling blanket than you’d felt in a long time, reminding you of being small, young. Sure, it was the same, scrappy blanket you’d been sleeping with as long as you’d care to remember, but it felt nice all the same. Safely cozied up, dreaming of tomorrows plans, with your brother by your side, but enough of that now. 
You blinked and tried to get away from the lights and all the bright white surrounding you. You took in some deep breaths to try calming down, but the stench of alcohol and linen shocked your nose. 
You didn’t have any clean laundry or vodka anywhere in your trailer, last time you checked, and the new smell piqued your interest. It was just such a rough thought to look around and see where the scent was coming from when you could just be in this blanket. 
You tried to stand from your bed to inspect the smells coming from the living room, but you couldn’t even sit up all the way. Your eyes opened at this revelation, but to your horror, you couldn’t open your eyes at all! 
A silent scream escaped your mouth because why couldn’t you move?!
Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you gasped for breath to the point where your fingers were feeling numb and prickly. You had no idea where you were, how you got there, or why you felt so tired, so weak. This was not your trailer! 
No, not only tired, weak, famished; but stuck underwater or in syrup. If you could cry and scream you would, but it felt almost impossible, like Vaseline had coated your throat.
Ice was wrapped around your wrist and ankles, you were sure of it. The cool contrasted the warmth of the room and the blanket over you. It was actually comfortable, almost cozy enough to make you want to stay. If you knew where you were, maybe that’d help make you comfortable.
You tried to squeeze your bony hands through the tight cuffs but failed after several attempts. You were so desperate that you considered breaking a few fingers to escape, but without knowing where you were it was pointless. You heard loud and fast beeping beside you and realized it was a heart monitor.
Opening your eyes as wide you could wasn’t helpful because the room was swimming around you. All you could make out was white, and blue, and chairs in a corner, silver around your ankles, a fan blowing on you that was very annoying. With each new piece of information, the heart monitor speed up. 
An IV as in your left arm, shaded windows, a lock on the door, and you could now clearly see the chains around you limbs. You get all the other things stuck to your body, other monitors and an IV in your left arm, pumping some clear liquid into you. 
The last thing you remembered was the shower you took and the stitches you had in your leg. After that, it was all hazy. Now, it was like your vision took a head dive into a swamp, and you were worried for your life. The people who took you had sirens, so they were with some sort of enforcement, and the medical equipment here was new, so they likely wouldn’t hurt you if they had all that. 
The heart monitor had to be attached to someone’s alert system. Maybe…
Well, it was damn worth a try. Not like it could get much worse than where you came from, even if the people here killed you, and they likely wouldn’t.
Slowly at first, you started hyperventilating intentionally in order to make your heart rate go up. Maybe someone would come check on you when the monitor’s beeping was far too frequent to be healthy. It was working pretty well, as the fast paced beats were almost deafeningly fast. But after a few minutes, you felt genuinely sick and dizzy, unsure how much longer you could keep this going.
Please, someone come in here soon.
Thoughts slipped like sand as your began to hyperventilate for real and the numbness reentered your fingers. Your body felt tingly and cold, and the sounds were getting quicker and quieter. Maybe you were imagining it, but right before you slipped away, you felt a man walk in to the room. 
“Oh my god! Bruce!” He promptly ran off, probably to find Bruce. You let yourself slip away, numb and cold. The possible promise of a person checking in on you, waking you up, was enough comfort to let yourself fade to black again. 
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“Steve, I’m telling you. She probably won’t remember…and the body? She…”
“No…Bucky, it’s better on paper…head trauma…!”
Fragments of conversation between two men, deep voices at the least, fluttered between your ears. The pair must’ve been far away because you only heard bits and pieces of information, barley full sentences. 
You opened your eyes faster this time and took a shallow breath, determined to stay awake and alert this time. 
You observed you were still in the same room, without the lower chains around your ankles. You pulled the sheets that had been covering you away with your teeth and saw you were in a hospital gown. It was no comforting thought that strangers had changed you, had their hands on you without you knowing. You didn’t care if they were probably the good guys, you had no reason to trust any of them. 
Horror crossed your lips when you saw the deep stitches in your upper thigh, just centimeters away from striking an
artery. Other small cuts and scars were also bandaged and treated, though one of the heart monitors was a bit too close to a cut on your side. The cut had reddened due to the poorly placed monitor, making you doubt these people’s competence.  
The two presumed men didn’t seem to notice and continued bickering. 
You sighed loudly to no avail; their talk drowned you out. It took a lot of energy, but you tried again to make some noise, even more aggressive now. You waited for a reaction from literally anyone and were further annoyed when no one seemed to hear you.
You figured you only had a bit of energy before you fell asleep again, so you rested and planned to get someone’s attention later. The grasp-less squabbles of the two oddly aided your cat nap, sinking off into a drug induced rest. 
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You took a deep breath and tried to form words. Opening your eyes was no longer a priority since you knew you were in the same bed. You assumed it was also the same day, if not, then this effort would be in vain.
“Over here!” You mustered weakly. Your voice cracked in the middle of “here,” but you heard footsteps in your direction after that so you didn’t even care. It was a god idea to open you eyes quickly, and you saw two tall, clearly strong men towered above you, shooting fear and panic into your very soul. 
They made no effort to talk; mouths agape, body language confused. One looked familiar, to your chagrin or joy, you didn’t know yet. The similar feeling one spoke up first.
“Steve, can you get Bruce?” The blond, Steve, hustled off, opening Theo door and bumping into the frame.
“Are you-are you alright?” He asked lamely, clearly at a loss for words. You rolled your eyes despite being tired and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, as did yours. He swallowed and tried again, fidgeting with his left arm sleeve.
“Can you talk?” His voice was softer, more pleasant toned. It was deep and raspy with a bit of a Brooklyn accent. If you weren’t chained to a bed and suffering from amnesia, it would be quite a turn on. But more important things surfaced in your mind.
“Cuffs?” You asked meekly, wanting the damn things off if something drastic happened. He attempted a sore smile and sat down next to your cot. Maybe it was a proper bed? You still could not tell. Gently, he took your wrists and unlocked the chains.
The gesture earned a bit of trust, aside from your self-indigent feeling of being free from literal chains. 
“Where am I?” You questioned gently, slowly lifting your arms to flex your sore joints. Normally, your first reaction would be hostility, but you didn’t know what such an attitude would arouse in these folks.
“The Stark tower in New York. Do you know what that is? Where that is?” He was blunt, sure, but it suited your fancy. 
You shook your head slowly, confused and intimidated as ever. You pursed your lips and he sighed defeatedly.
“God, what did they do to you?”
It was meant to be too quiet for you to hear, but you heard his under-the-breath remark. A bit of you curled up and died in your chest, and to be honest, you knew you couldn’t answer him. You didn’t care to answer him.
He tried again after a another, softer sigh.
“Do you remember what happened? Last night?”
He prompted gently. Again, you shook your head and he took a sharp breath.
“Well-“you could tell the whole explanation to what the fuck was happening was on the tip of his tongue-
“Bucky! Stop!” 
Bucky turned sharply to face the blond from earlier, Steve?, and Bucky was clearly pissed off. 
“Steve, they deserve to know the goddamn story! It’s their life!”
a/n: hey y’all! I appreciate the traction on lots of my other pair, but I gotta admit I wish this post would pick up a bit, but I’ll still post it just to try! It’s nice because it is all older writing from me, so I’m the future, I can release new writing: fics, poems (listen-), hc’s, and more! Anyways, happy fall, consider a like if you may want to see more, it’ll really help me decide what/when to put any writing out! Also, I’ll be going OVERBOARD with tags as due to my problem lmao!
love, Ken 🫶🏼
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thepoeticinephile · 2 years
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because I live too much in my head,
I'm very much likely to appear dead.
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kais-v0id · 8 months
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I’m pretty sure this has happened at least once already- Or will happen-
Ink belongs to @comyet
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skyofnostars · 8 days
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Visions Of A Downfall
I've always headcanoned that Ezra had visions about his “death” in rebels and he knew for weeks about it… poor boy. Anyway, that’s what this is about! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Feel free to drop by my inbox with your ideas!
Genre: Random???
Characters: Ezra Bridged (mentions of Kanan Jarrus)
Warnings: Mentions of death
Ezra slowly rose from bed, groggy from the lack of sleep, his feet shuffling unevenly on the floor of the Ghost. His blue eyes were squinted as if they did not want to open, but Ezra wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Sometimes, there were downsides to being a Jedi. Sometimes the nightmares were too much for him to handle. 
Hands stretched out in front of him, feeling the wall so he wouldn't fall in the dark, his raven hair was a mess from the tossing and turning he’d done in dreamland. 
The cool metal of the door handle brushed against his bare palm, and he grasped it, not quite used to lacking the feeling of his usual gloves on his hands. 
The Jedi apprentice opened the door slowly, as to not make a sound and awaken the rest of the crew. He’d never hear them end of it from Zeb if he did. 
Now, the stars above seemed infinite, beckoning as they traced out a thousand different stories across the blackness of the sky. 
Grass swirled around his ankles, stirred by the light breeze, as he gazed up at the stunning night, the two moons casting his face in a silvery glow. 
Ezra had always wondered how the stars got to be in the sky, when he was little. At first, the Jedi thought that they were guiding beacons for the ships above, lighting the way so they would never be in the dark. Then, when he was a bit older, he assumed that they were ghosts wandering among the planets in search of each other and freedom. 
Now, he had less fantastical guesses, as he’d travelled from planet to planet and spotted the firey spheres that the stars really were. 
A loth-cat stalked through the grasses ahead of him, fur seeming to meld with the landscape around it. It darted away as the raven haired boy continued his walk. 
So much had happened during theses last few weeks. Some things were miracles, others almost too far from it to be possible. 
But he didn't want to think about their losses now. 
His eyes reflected the glow of a passing ship overhead, some imperial transport that didn't even give Ezra a second glance. 
In the dark and lacking his usual attire, he probably hadn't even been spotted. 
Ezra reached the crest of the hill that the Ghost had used for cover, and settled himself in the grasses. 
He didn't mind the silence as the ship sped too far away to see, the wind finally dying down. It was far more peaceful them the dreams he’d been having. 
The Loth-cat circled back towards the Jedi boy, but he didn't notice. 
He knew, from the dreams, that something just as bad as Kanan’s death was coming for him, too. 
His own downfall, possibly, but he couldn’t tell. 
Jedi visions were always like that. Clear but unclear, like water blurred by the stirring of a sandy bottom. 
He knew that he was approaching the end of his time, though in this life, this crew of even this galaxy were details he hadn't been given. 
Maybe he’d see Kanan again. 
Ezra was ready for this fate, whatever was coming for him or whatever would finally being him down. 
He’d done enough for the galaxy to finally rest. For as long as the forces of the universe could keep him asleep, anyway. Ezra had a knack for getting out of the strangest of predicaments. 
The galaxy might fade, he might fade, but he’d done enough.
Ezra returned to the ship, silent as the ghost he was doomed to become. 
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Headcanon time!
If Chuuya buys something that turns out not to be what he wanted/expected, is he the sort of person to return it for a refund or does it just count his losses and buy something else instead?
What is Ara's biggest vice? Does it impact or interfere with his life in a negative way?
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Okay, this took me forever to answer but only because it actually touches on a big part of my portrayal of Chuuya, that being that he hates waste, & tends to be extremely responsible with his money, at least when it comes to buying things for himself. For starters, growing up on the streets from age 7-15, he obviously didn’t have money practically ever. He’s learned to budget very well, he knows where every dollar he makes goes and has multiple bank accounts and budgets for all aspects of his life be it recreational, culinary, wardrobe, work expenses he eventually gets compensated for, and even investments and savings that he never touches.
Also a product of his upbringing, he saw just how wasteful people can be. Millions of yen worth of food gets tossed out in Yokohama every year, just from the restaurant / grocer industry alone, which doesn’t include private residences. He saw that. He’s dug through dumpsters behind popular restaurants before, found packages of food one day passed expiration that hasn’t even gone bad yet, and kept his Sheep fed with it on many occasions growing up. Because of that, Chuuya has a few hang ups that could be considered virtuous by some, or unhealthy by others, depending on how you look at it.
Chuuya doesn’t throw food away if he can help it. It happens maybe twice a year, usually only when he’s very busy and doesn’t pay enough attention to what’s in his cupboards. He’s a busy man as one of only two currently active Executives doing field work at the moment ( hi Verlaine in the basement, rest in piss Ace ). He does a lot of meal prep for the sake of saving time, so already he buys food in certain quantities and portions it out. If on the off chance he has food in his fridge he knows he won’t finish before it will go bad or he ends up not liking it? He donates it. He’s an adventurous cook and loves to try new recipes, but he doesn’t always like everything he gets, so once a month he’ll bring a few big bags of snacks plus perishable food items down to the local homeless shelter. They know and trust him by now, but if for some reason it’s something they can’t accept legally due to it being open or something, he’ll bring it to work and leave in the break room for his colleagues to help themselves.
Long story short, he was extremely food insecure growing up and it’s honestly a contributing factor in his history of disordered eating, so he doesn’t throw away food unless it’s inedible / dangerous. He doesn’t hoard food, he won’t hold onto something he knows he can’t use, but he won’t toss it if it’s still good and someone can make use of it. The same thing applies to other purchases. He gets a lot of luxury brand clothing and some of that stuff has no returns or exchanges in their policy. If he can’t get a refund, he donates it or gives it to someone he knows can use it. Whether it’s food, clothes, furniture or electronics, if it’s something that can reasonably be made use of by another person, he’ll rehome it because he knows what it’s like to see people throw away things that kids like him could have really used growing up and he thinks it’s an irresponsible waste to toss out good food. If he were religious, he’d even call it a sin.
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Oh boy, ARA. My baby. My little trash demon of a god. My first instinct is usually to say his biggest vice, if we’re going classic vices versus virtues, is wrath. He’s wrathful. Just like his father Susanoo-no-Mikoto, he’s rebellious at heart, but he was never a bad or wicked god until his relatives began pushing that image onto him. He used to be a deity of metalwork, protection, seafaring and foreigners ( immigrants ). He can heal the sick and cure or ease ailments of the lower body, especially the legs, but also the eyes. Many blacksmiths suffered facial and eye injuries in their work so some sources even say he could cure eye illnesses and diseases.
He only became wrathful after losing the faith of the people that worshiped him as the old religion was pushed out in favour of the more modern syncretism between Shintoism and Buddhism. Having his family turn on him and losing his sphere of influence, worship wise, did a number on his mental state. That’s when he started inserting himself into wars and conflicts, mostly out of spite for his family whose kin were often on the front lines, but also curiosity over humans. His first real act of wrath and the moment that led to him getting expelled from his aunt’s kingdom was when he empowered the opposing side in Emperor Jimmu’s conquering of Japan. Jimmu was ‘chosen’ by his ancestor, Ara’s aunt, Amaterasu, to rule Japan which involved colonizing and wiping out the small ruling tribes that made up the land. Ara sided with those tribes and wound up falling in love with a Prince ( a chieftain, really ), Nagasunehiko, in what is now Osaka. Itsuse, Jimmu’s brother, was killed in a skirmish which invoked Amaterasu’s wrath. She considered Ara’s siding against godly lineage an act of treason against the Heavens, more or less, and permanently expelled him much like she did his father centuries ago before Susanoo underwent trials and earned her forgiveness.
Because of this incident, Ara lost his human lover and was branded a wicked and evil god of misfortune. The wrath he gained from that has never truly left him. In the modern day, he copes by basically being a disaster. Sex, drugs, drinking, fighting, causing trouble, he fills the void he experiences that way, but despite his general dislike for humanity he’s far more disgusted by what he sees as his family’s willingness to profit ( gain power from their faith ) yet stand idly by watching them suffer, sometimes encouraging it. His family, in his eyes, are selfish hypocrites. They treated him like an outsider then had the nerve to scorn him when he behaved like one. He’s basically come to terms with being disowned but he can’t forgive them for not even intervening when he was captured and experimented on by humans, which poses a danger not only to humans but to deities too, as we saw from the explosion he caused in Suribachi when Chuuya’s gate was forcibly opened and wiped out an entire settlement / military base.
He wants to tear down all of Heaven with his bare hands and shove a sword through Amaterasu’s chest, show her and her family the amount of mercy he was given when he was ejected with no way to protect himself for thousands of years: none. He spent centuries trying to find a way to end his lonely suffering only to be captured by sheer luck, by human scientists and subjected to a fate worse than hell for decades until two twink French spies with issues pried him / Chuuya out of confinement.
So yeah, wrath is definitely his great sin, but his chosen vice is more or less all of them, insofar as he can use it to mask his actual suffering. He tends to drop the playboy party mask around people he knows can see through it, such as Dazai, or people who know his true desires for revenge such as @giftandguile’s Fyodor. Funny enough, though Ara thinks it’s hilarious, he gets along best with people who hold some traces of inhumanity or who see themselves as outsiders - see Dazai, Verlaine, Chuuya, Fyodor, and even your specific portrayal of Jono.
He knows what it’s like, now, to be physically human by all outwards appearances while knowing you couldn’t be more different from those you speak and interact with every day.
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simsim54 · 29 days
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Harry: Do you think your family likes me????
Ron: I’m pretty sure my mom loves you more than she loves me!!!!
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ladytrist · 2 years
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eefrostpoetry · 9 months
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i'm better left inside your dreams
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esculentevil · 5 months
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A few years ago, @thorinduil made a post asking “which songs make you think about Thorin, Thranduil and the Thorinduil pairing?” Last year, I answered them via reblog and then kept adding to it as I remembered/thought of more songs... Instead of reblogging THAT reblog for its one year anniversary, I decided to post my answers separately, here, and just update THIS list, instead, from now on. SO! Basically: My Thorinduil Playlist~ xD
"Walk Through the Fire" by Zayde Wolf feat. Ruelle
Also “Young and Beautiful” by Lana del Rey which I literally wrote a fic about.
And “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance; perfect for survivor!Duil
Fuuu!!! “Poison” by Alice Cooper!!! Jive, how did I forget that one? Thank my mate, everyone; s/he reminded me rofl while we RPed
Rediscovered “Empire” by Shakira and think it’d fit them perfectly~
“Steady, as She Goes” by The Raconteurs has major wait too long vibes which, seriously, is 100% Thorinduil (especially since Thorin dies with his glue blood...); altho I’ll admit this one only occurred to me cuz it’s in my mate and I’s playlist and, like with Poison, we were talking about these two yet again lmfao and also this fanvideo which got me thinking of S,aSG halfway through it so... yea
AND “I Don't Care” by Apocalyptica ‘cause it fits/these both reminded me I love it
“I hate U, I love U” by Gnash ft. Olivia O'Brien: this is literally their love story
Perhaps strangely, I think “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)” by Eurythmics, Annie Lennox, and Dave Stewart would work for them--especially Thorin
“Gingerbread Man” by Melanie Martinez; partly because of this video; but also because of the climax of the song not shown in that edit (which is a real shame cuz that was sort of the part that sealed it for me and got me to add it to this list): Thranduil is so the icing on Thorin and Thorin’s so the crumbs on Thranduil and they’re 100% loving hard, fighting, breaking, and eating each other into nothing
“I Want To **** You Like An Animal” by Nine Inch Nails; for obvious reasons
“I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)” by Meat Loaf because, legit, that’s just Thranduil on top of that cliff refusing to throw away his people/family
“Say Something” by A Great Big World because acesout is right
“Unsteady” by X Ambassadors because, after writing “Once I trusted/relied on/believed in you and you let me down” and “Once I had hopes that we could build something beautiful together but reality reminded me that I’m old and ugly and not good enough (for you) so I thought it best to let you go when I should’ve held you” in this and reading acesout’s post linked above and realizing it’s true... I just want to see/read them holding onto each other like this v.v They deserve it.
“Rude Boy” by Rihanna and probably also “Only Girl in the World” by her, too; actually, “We Found Love” ft. Calvin Harris and “Diamonds” and “Stay” ... Huh... Rihanna actually has a LOT of songs perfect for them... their whole love story...
“Enemies” by Lauv because the sentiment is so them.
“Fire” by Wang Yibo because this romance is ALL about playing with fire~
“Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows cuz it’s literally what happened
“Not Another Song About Love” by Hollywood Ending because, seriously, everything about this song is them: they hate everything about each other while also needing everything about each other and wanting each other’s love ‘til it all runs out ‘cause they’re all that each other’ve been dreaming of~
“I'm Not Afraid” by Tommee Profitt ft. Wondra but mostly just the first part/verse; the rest of it strikes me more as Thranduil fighting depression/Sauron’s shadow while knowing he’s not only lost Thorin as a lover but gained him as an enemy...
“Locked Away” by R. City ft. Adam Levine cuz it’s literally Thorin losing it all--from mountain to crown to gold--and yet not getting that Thranduil locking him up IS him sticking with him, by his side, and grounding him through the goldlust
“Baby Love” by The Supremes because Mizugetsu on YT is a folking genius and I always liked this song anyway--also, it just really fits them rofl and their story
“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer: the “dangerous beauty/love to hate” vibes just work and the simp!Thorin feels--@lady-astria and I were just talking about this!
“Always” by Saliva because there’s nothing unThorin[duil] about it; it’s all them (especially, I think, from Thorin’s POV post-Smaug straight up to BotFA)
“Kiss from a Rose” by Seal because “my power, my pleasure, my shame” period. But also it really does sound like Thorin singing about Thranduil, his lit rose.
"Let Her Go” by Passenger; because sometimes you only know you love him when you turn away from him and his burning home to protect your own... or when you’re dying with a hole in your chest and finally UNDERSTAND WHY your One did that and finally stop hating him for it... because you never did.
“Unconditionally” by Katy Perry because it sounds like Thorin (mostly) and Thranduil grappling with their surprisingly deep love for each other as well as their inability to trust each other after all the betrayals they’ve suffered through; this song is what I think would happen if Thorin just admitted Thranduil was right and a good king for not asking his people to die for the dwarves that ignored him—and if Thorin’s love for Thranduil were stronger than his need to be number 1 or to horde and covet literally everything including Thranduil’s love and attention.
“A Sky Full Of Stars” by Coldplay because, in the canon, Thorin IS this to Duil and Thranduil WAS this to Thorin and every night he sees him there still
“Gravity” by Sara Bareilles; because something always brings them back together—it never takes too long—and they’re always there for each other... even when they’re gone
“A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri because it’s literally reincarnated!Thorin with Never-Sailed!Thranduil forever waiting for his love(s)’s return~
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