Fwhip is trying not to stare. He doesn't think Jimmy's noticed, somehow, despite the little trickle of his odd blue-green blood beading on his lip and smearing on his teeth. Though honestly Fwhip probably wouldn't have noticed it either, if it didn't smell so sweet.
His eyes linger for a moment to long. He watches it build up and up until that tiny bead becomes too big and falls.
Fwhip slips off his glove and wipes away the bead with his thumb. Then, as if it were frosting from a cake, or a dollop of cream, puts it in his mouth.
Jimmy stiffens.
Fwhip blinks. Then blinks up at Jimmy, meeting widened browned eyes as they both realize what he's just done.
"Uh," Jimmy says.
"Uh," Fwhip plasters on his most winning smile and waves, hoping Jimmy doesn't notice his blush as heat explodes across his face, "it was nice seeing you, Jimmy! Bye!"
He slips away, nearly running. Now is an awful time to have the inability to turn into a bat.
when i was sixteen my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes // 19 september year 16 - “is there anyone inside? is your mom inside?” i answered without knowing. “no. no one’s inside.”
route b being a roleswap where the mc has to decide how to go about saving wonderland if they want to stay w/ someone they love is kinda sexy tho like darcy’s plans stay in place no matter what but the ultimate decision (on his route at least) ends up falling to them cuz once aleister learns that darcy IS the og alice it’s hee hoo bad JHBERNGJHBNN
if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.
Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone
He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT
He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him
and now this.
Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.
Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.
I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.
A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."
And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.
All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.
imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.