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softquietsteadylove · 8 months

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Hiiiii could I ask a fic of a ghost face fic with the eternals I loved Scream and I would die to read Thena and Gil in a situation or a storyline like that!🥹😍🖤🖤🖤

(Happy birthday my dear, sweet @dalhia28! You have been such a supporter of mine from the beginning and I am always happy to see you around)

"Sersi," Thena hissed at her, gripping the Elemental Eternal's shoulders as she cried, "there's no time for that."

"Thena," Sersi sniffled, reeling from the idea that not only was their reunion with their family a stage for Ikaris' betrayal of them, but now he was picking them off one by one. "I-I can't-"

"You can," Thena said more resolutely than she could really feel at this time. But they didn't have the luxury of time--not to grieve for Ajak, or Sprite, or Kingo. "We have to."

Thena pulled Sersi to her feet. The statue of Arishem was too open an area. Ikaris could be silently floating around anywhere in the labyrinthine ship. They were at a disadvantage being split up from one another.

She had to find Gilgamesh.

They were all scattered around the ship while they were conceiving their plan. Thinking about it now, perhaps that too was part of Ikaris' plan. Maybe all this time he had been watching them like a predator, thinking to himself how weak his family was and how easy it would be to hunt them just like Deviants.

Thena kept Sersi close to her, her shield in front of them and her blade in her hand. It would be held aloft, ready to be swung. But Sersi was clinging to her hand like a trembling child.

She couldn't be angry with her--the poor thing had watched the man she loved - her ex-husband - shoot down their own right in front of them. He had told them himself of the murder of their leader and 'mother' by his own hand.

No one would blame Sersi for her tears.

Thena stopped, pressing Sersi's back to the wall with her. The corridors of the Domo were narrow, barely wide enough for two people.

Ikaris passed by.

He never was the best hunter of them. His vision was good, but he was too arrogant to make full use of his hearing, the way they were all able to feel the air bend around them.

Thena squeezed her eyes shut as the air compression and sound of Ikaris firing his lasers sounded one hallway away. The wall he was aiming at clearly relented against the force. Sersi flinched.

"Come on out," his accent drawled as he floated through the new door he had made for himself. He was moving away from them, but it was undeniable that the echo of his sinister tone felt right on top of them. "I'll make it quick, love. For old time's sake."

What a wretched man he was. The Soldier Eternal no longer, nor even an Eternal brother, now he was just Arishem's little murderer.

Thena brought Sersi with her by the hand, although she was highly aware of the sounds Sersi made when she moved. Her clothes made sound, her shoes did (Thena was still barefoot), she wore a pendant that dangled loosely around her.

She still had to find Gilgamesh.

He was somewhere deeper in the ship, healing from the fight in the Amazon. She had to get to him before Ikaris did. If he was able to be woken from his healing, perhaps he could even help them try to move the rest of them to the healing bay. At the very least, their bodies.

Thena paused at every corner, listening for every wisp of air, every moan of the Domo's metal body, every possible sign of movement. She nodded to Sersi.

Sersi's tears were dried, which was already admirable. Sersi was always the one with the most human heart, but it couldn't be said that she was weak in any way. If anything, how human she could be at times was something that made her stronger than most, Thena would say.

Thena nodded her head, telling Sersi to find refuge in Phastos' lab, just outside the healing bay with his equipment. She might find refuge in the greentank, which could offer organic material for her to connect to (it might calm her to be around material she couldn't transmute).

The healing pods were humming, one in particular engaged and glowing gently. Thena dispelled her Cosmic Energy into the air, walking over to it.

Her sweet Gilgamesh.

He had nearly given his life to save her in the rain forest. She would have done the same for him, of course, but it didn't make watching it any easier. And here they thought their worries were over after killing that monstrosity.

The monstrosity they had thought killed Ajak.

Thena knelt down to the pod, tilting her head at the image of him. His face was so still. The lights blaring on his face in the echochamber gave distinct lines and bends to his face. She raised her hand slowly, her fingers nearly trembling at the tips.

Her hand went right through him.

"Thena!"

"Gil!"

Of course. Of course he hadn't been able to kill them all going so undetected. Not even Ikaris could be in two places at once. They had seen him shoot Kingo, and then found Sprite's body, seeing the blood. But seeing meant little when it came to the Illusionist Eternal.

"Easy, Thena," Ikaris muttered, his arms locked around her head and his elbow driven into her. "You know very well not even your thick skull can withstand me at point blank range."

Gilgamesh knew it too, revealed from under Sprite's shroud with a knife to his throat. They were each other's insurance policy--Gil and Thena would never do anything to endanger one another.

Ikaris had always been behind Thena, his eyes focused on her. Sprite had rushed right to the healing bay and woken Gilgamesh with the knife ready, telling him that if he made one wrong move, they would toss Thena's body at his feet.

The perfect hostages.

"Gil," Thena managed to squeak out as Ikaris held her head. If she were human her neck would have already snapped. She could feel the heat building in his eyes against her hair.

"Please," Gil whimpered. He was softer than she was--he had no problem begging and pleading with their assailants for her life. "Let her go. I'll help you."

"Shut up," Sprite's once light and lyrical voice barked at him. "We don't need your help--we don't need anyone!"

Oh, Sprite, of course. Kingo had been right, in his oddly perceptive way of seeing the world through his own lens. Sprite, the unseen and even worse the unacknowledged.

"Tell us where the point of emergence is," Ikaris directed Thena, his eyes both on the back of her head and on Gil and Sprite by the door. "I don't care who. You tell us, we'll spare the other one."

"Thena!"

"Don't move!"

Thena's ear was ringing after Ikaris shouting in it. But Ikaris' lasers were far too deadly, and even with too many targets to look at, it would take a fraction of a second for him to kill all of them.

"Not a muscle," Ikaris glared at Sersi, completing the triangle between Ikaris holding Thena and Sprite blocking off Gilgamesh. She held her hands out, having skidded to a halt at the sight of that familiar and menacing glow. "Or I'll fire straight through both of 'em in one shot."

He could, and they all knew he was capable of it.

Thena's mind raced. They were limited on options. Ikaris wanted the point of emergence, and killing them was merely...a series of steps for him. She could tell him, doom humanity, and for all she knew, still not see Gilgamesh's life spared. The same could be said if he bent first.

"Please," Sersi whispered. Her tears returned. "Please don't do this."

She looked at Ikaris, who had far too many balls in the air. His stance kept shifting as he held Thena's head tight. His eyes cooled slightly, "just tell us, Sersi. Just...you could come with us."

Sersi shook her head faintly, baffled and probably disgusted that he would ask that.

"No, she can't!"

Thena moved her eyes from Gil's teary ones to Sprite's suddenly enraged expression. This could work.

"You said it was just gonna be us!" the small Eternal spat, although rather than point at Ikaris in her rage her hand twitched, jabbing Gil in the neck just a little harder.

Thena flinched but Ikaris' grip held strong as well.

"Sprite," he growled at her.

"No! No, you said Sersi wasn't coming with us!" Sprite continued in her accusations. She glared at her sister, "you're ruining this!"

Sprite was just as old as the rest of them, and yet she really could embody that youth that kept her mind tireless and which Ajak had adored so.

"Sprite!" Ikaris repeated. Things were unravelling, "keep it together!"

"No, you said-!" Sprite whirled around at her partner in crime--the love she had who convinced her to turn on their family. She pointed the knife at him.

Thena let her knees go, dropping from Ikari's hold rather than wrestling free. She slipped away. Gil launched forward knocking Sprite's hand out of his way.

Ikaris fired but Gil called his exoskeleton over him, the same way Thena could hold a shield. He landed a punch to his face, shattering bone the way a bullet would.

"Sersi!" Thena called out, but Sprite was already lunging at her.

Sersi moved instinctively. Her body was designed to recognise the makeup of any material it touched--to react and reformat it. Her hand came up to block the knife, but all it did was fade to water and splash onto the floor around them and into their clothes.

"You bitch!" Sprite raged at her. She'd had enough.

Sersi pressed her palm to Sprite's soaked shirt. She could turn steel to water, why not water back into steel?

Sprite's body jerked as the water collected and, while not much, reformed a blade within her skin. She choked on the air in her throat, "S-Ser..."

The Alchemist scrambled back from what she had done. She looked from the bloodied body of their sister to Ikaris, whose head was half caved in from taking a direct hit from the Strongest Eternal. She looked away.

Thena and Sersi helped each other stand. Gilgamesh came over, bending over their smaller frames and placing his hands gently on their shoulders. The night was over.

"I-I can't-" Sersi shook her head, looking at the body of Sprite splayed on the floor, eerily similar to the staging of earlier. "I didn't-"

"No one did," Thena finished for her, pulling her sister's head closer to her. No one saw their betrayal coming, and no one wanted things to turn out like this, either. No one thought they could kill their own family.

Sprite sprang up.

Gilgamesh pulled them back, Sersi held her hands up and Thena materialised her shield. It happened in two seconds. But a glow of gold flew through the air, clean through the smallest Eternal's body from behind.

Kingo gripped the door frame, his shooting hand dropping heavily as his side continued to bleed from Ikaris' earlier inflicted wound. He looked at what remained of his family, "rough night, huh?"

#Thenamesh AU #I hope you like it my darling I have done my best!#tw graphic violence #more graphic than usual anyway so just in case #at first I thought about a modern au #but then I thought what if...canon...but horror?#in the art of eternals there's a bit where they say that the scene in the rainforest has some very horror coded tones to it #which I love for us #so I thought why not go with it #also I just saw it's your birthday so this works out #Ikaris being ghostface because he's so bitter and full of rage #he doesn't have any problem killing his family #for the mission and all that #Sprite of course is happy to go with him #I thought about it being Kingo because that would be more like the original movie but y'know #also Thena should be barefoot and I really think she wasn't for filming reasons or whatever #but it makes sense with her vibe and her wardrobe and her character #so as far as I'm concerned she's barefoot whenever possible #I wanted to keep that element of horror #that moment when you realise it's not just one hunter but two #I liked the idea of Sprite using her illusions more practically #a shot of Thena's face and there's nothing behind her #but you could slowly swing around and then from behind you see Ikaris looming over her and Sprite's illusion between them #I wanted to keep the stabbing from the movie and Sersi turning it to water #the little tidbit about her being more relaxed around materials she can't transmute #being a little foreshadowing to how she reacts reflexively #and Sprite would have known that if she weren't totally off the deep end #sorry Druig I gave your 'rock' moment to Kingo #what a night indeed

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eiseryn · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VAIL!!!

And HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! AS WELL~

Today is not only the first day of 2024, but also the the birthday to best boi Vail. I drew him some soft uwu art because he is a soft uwu boy. Well, he is to Lei LOL. I would not say he's soft and uwu to anyone he has killed.

This outfit is based off the one I designed for Lei and her friends way back! I'm planning to redesign it XD cuz it's concept art for a series of illustrations I want to draw... I have so many WIPs both in sketches and in my brain it's kind of painful... cri... Anyways this outfit is more modern and I didn't change too much for Vail's design but I did add some patterns into his parka -- the cat face and some of his signature V's! The blue plaid inner lining is actually one of my fave parts of his whole outfit! :3 Cuz the theme in that series was their theme colour + plaid... man I really like that series 🥺🥺🥺 I want to draw that concept art so bad.

I think he turned out pretty cute here! I especially like how his hair turned out~ His blue gradient hair is one of my fave parts of his design, after all!

So what did he receive on his birthday as gifts? In my headcanons, not sure what Lexi would have given him tbh... but she's a rich girl so I imagine a previous gift was the red bike he uses XD Zoey's gift to him would be some nice alcohol or maybe one of the masks from her stash. Keeper's gift to him would definitely be something SHE personally finds cool... which probably happened to be a shiny holographic card from her personal collection. Possibly of a cat because they both like cats. Rose's gift? I'm not really sure. In my headcanons, Rose usually is the one who buys Vail cake since Rose knows of Vail's sweet tooth (specifically strawberry shortcake!). For dad vibes I imagine Rose often gets Vail some clothing as well xD Maybe fuzzy socks this year? :3 Maybe accessories some years? (Ex: like those silver chains he's wearing. In my design of Rose I gave him gold chains XD #drip).

As for Lei? Oh boy buckle up. It went something like this (this may be copium delulu and not canon but that's okay):

After already seeing his friends throughout the day, Vail sat on the couch of his apartment and waited for Lei to come home. She had asked him specifically to wait toward the evening as she apparently had a special surprise for him.

He was petting their cat Meng, a cat he had technically got for her during her last birthday, when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Meng let out a loud meow and leapt out of his lap and ran toward the door, being the loyal and affectionate cat she was. Vail followed suit.

Lei scooped Meng into her arms and gave the cat little pets and scratches on the chin and head. Meng purred as she always did, flopping over in Lei's arms and wiggling around.

She then turned to Vail with a smile and kissed his cheek, while still holding Meng in her arms. "I'm home~ Did you miss me?"

"Yeah." Vail replied honestly. He kissed her back. "I did."

Lei hummed happily and went to the kitchen table, placing the cat on there as she began to rummage through the multiple bags she had brought home.

"I heard Rose already got you a cake but I had already placed the order so you'll get two." She was saying, as she pulled out a cake box and placed it into the fridge. There was already a strawberry shortcake sitting in the fridge, so she seemed to struggle to place it on another shelf. Ever since she had moved in with him, there was considerably more food in the fridge.

"Do you want to have dinner first or are we having cake for dinner today?" She asked as she turned back to face him.

Vail smiled at her cheekily. "Depends on what kind of cake."

It seemed to take her some time to process his words because she first furrowed her eyebrow, looking at him with confusion, before a blush crept on her face. But she leaned in anyways to whisper, her breath hot in his ear, "You can have whatever cake you desire~ You're the birthday boy, after all~"

He barely resisted the urge to throw her over his shoulder and do as he pleased with her, but luckily she stepped back to the table to go through her other bags so this thought passed.

"Before that, though, let me give you your gift." Lei said, as she pulled out what looked to be a leather collar. It was dyed a light blue, similar to the colour of his hair and had a silver buckle. There was a silver tag on it, and when he flipped it over, the words "Belongs to Lei" were inscribed in the back. "Since you've been a good boy and all." She smiled mischeviously at him.

Looking at such a cute smile, he felt like there was no choice but to take the collar, which was soft and supple, and he started to put it around his neck, right above the turtleneck underlayer he always wore.

Lei seemed to be much more hesitant and less confident now. "You don't have to actually wear it..." She said, her voice trailing off. "This one was actually a joke and your real gift is in this other bag." She tapped another bag and there was a solid knocking sound.

"Of course I do." He said with a smile, showing off the sharp canine teeth she liked so much. "It's a gift from you, after all."

She looked at him then, biting her lip a little, as she raised the green eyes he liked so much to meet his. "I do have to say, it's a good look for you~" She reached out and slid a finger under the collar, gently pulling him closer to her. "I have good taste, if I do say so myself~"

He went with her willingly, as he always did. It was near impossible for him to resist what she wanted. "Is part of my gift the same as the one from Christmas?" He asked with a little smile.

She smiled back at him. "But of course~ You can take that part of your gift whenever you'd like."

"I'm looking forward to that~" He said. "After we have dinner. You're going to need the energy."

But he couldn't help but give her a few hungry kisses. They were appetizers for the main course after all.

[insert suspicious line break]

Later, when she had fallen asleep, he gently twirled a piece of her hair in his fingers. It had gotten longer and the green underdye had shifted in position. She had asked him once if he preferred long hair or short hair, but he had told her honestly that he would like whatever length of hair she had. It wasn't so much the hair that mattered, but the person who that hair belonged to.

Months before if you had asked him if he planned to find a lover he would have scoffed and said no. It would be a bad choice for any runner who could die at any moment. And at the time, there was no one he could imagine liking him in such a way. Although there was someone who came into mind when Rose had asked him. The smug bastard probably already knew what was in store for him.

When that same person he had thought about at the time asked him if they could be more than friends... he couldn't help but give into such a dream. The dream of being loved and loving someone.

He was already relatively content with what he had: He was good at his job as a runner if you could call it that; he had people who he could talk to and understood him as they had gone through the same things as he did. They had taken away his ability to dream at night, but it didn't stop him from daydreaming. As his parents had told him -- or perhaps warned him -- long ago, he was a dreamer who always wanted to dream of more.

He still dreamed for himself. But he now also dreamed for others; wanting others to have their dreams fulfilled. It was only fair, when some of his dreams had come true.

He took the sedative he needed to fall asleep. Lei always looked so sad when she saw him take sleeping pills, so now he always waited until she was asleep before he did. After all, he needed to sleep, as there would be another day he'd have to get through when the morning broke again.

Wrapping his arm around her, he let himself daydream a little longer, thinking of sunshine and a future where his friends and loved ones were safe and happy. He was still thinking of these happy things when the sleeping pill took affect and darkness claimed him.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Yeah so the collar was a gag gift but u know I write these two as very horny so uhmm... things had to happen.

The actual gift she got him was a bike helmet that is made of out of sturdier material which matches his red bike! He broke the last helmet he had in the campaign LOL + I imagine the bike helmet she got was a cat eared one! Also hopefully from the same vendor / store Maric buys his helmets from cuz that shark boy has never revealed his face XD

BUT I MEAN I THINK THE ENDING IS KINDA GOOD XD Soft hours and some hurt with comfort thoughts you know

I love them so much 🥺🥺🥺 My OC OTP.

#my art #oc #original character #oc art #happy birthday art #oc birthday art #oc birthday #happy new year #lei's friends #vail #cyberpunk coc #i want to tag this my oc even though he's not my oc... i just wish he were #i think this outfit would be a modern au outfit rather than his cyberpunk techwear fit #oc lore #writing below the cut #there's some delulu copium in the writing but it's okay it doesn't have to be canon #the writing is hella sus i gotta say LMAO #my writing #short story

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illbeyourreasonwhy · 10 months

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attention andi mack fans

#andi mack #cyrus goodman #I need to know for Fic purposes #also if he does have a canon birthday please let me know!! I couldn't find it anywhere but I could have just missed it #but if he doesn't I'd rather pick something the majority of the remaining fandom agrees on #my polls

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synf3ll · 5 months

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my F/O's birthday is on saturday :))))

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my god what am i supposed to do for it

#og #headcanon ofc since he doesn't have a canon birthday #selfship #self ship

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pyramultimuse · 8 months

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@lostxndbroken Batman!Dean and Harled Quinnzel

For over fifteen years Joker had been terrorizing Gotham along with other various villains. It was ten years ago that a hero rose up and began fighting these criminals, Batman would fight where the police would fail. Over the years bringing some to justice and sending them to Arkham Asylum where they wouldn't be able to hurt anyone and hopefully get the help they needed. Joker had been sent there twice and escaped, the mad house couldn't hold this menacing clown.

It was two years ago that Joker had taken on a sidekick of his own. Since Batman had Robin and then Nightwing, he needed his own partner in crime. Harley Quinn, a young man barely twenty standing at around 152cm with a slender to athletic physique, was the jester of genocide to the clown prince of crime that was Joker. Adorned in red and black harlequin garb and his weapon of choice was an oversized mallet or melee weapon.

He fought the Batman on Joker's command though after awhile Harls became curious of who this masked man was. The jester was skilled at breaking and entering, just as smart as he was insane he quickly found out the identity of the vigilanties and their home. Rich playboy Dean Winchester who's parents were killed years ago was none other than the Batman.

For the last month or so Harley had been breaking into the mansion that was the Winchester abode, having made friends with the caretaker Bobby. It was him who encouraged Dean to investigate, that Harley might not truly be evil but rather another one of Joker's victims. A few times Harley had engaged in fights, having looked like he already took a beating from someone else. More than one occasion Joker using his sidekick as a pawn to take the fall for him or to trigger Batman's traps.

From where Batman now perched, on a building across the street of a warehouse in the Narrows that was known to be one of Jokers. Inside there was loud fighting between Joker and Harley. Screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, then there was the sounds of the fighting getting physical. Brutal crashes of what sounded like Harley's massive hammer crushing the floor and hitting metal like it had dented a support beam. Then there was a scream that came from the young man right before his small body crashed through the window of the large window on the top floor which was the third story. He plummeted down and crashed on top of one of the vans parked just under it, crushed as if the being weighed a half a ton.

A fall like that would've left any normal human certainly paralyzed if not death. But after a few moments Harley slowly pried himself from the indention of the van and attempted to climb down, stumbling and falling to his hands and knees. Joker leaned out the window to glare and shout down to his sidekick. "AND YOU CAN STAY OUT THERE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT!" Joker shouted down at Harley.

Harley got to his hands and feet and when he was shouted at he flipped off the clown. This angered Joker more who then pulled out a pistol to shoot at his sidekick. Harls cursed and scampered away to dash down the nearest alley, once out of sight Joker left the window and moved further into the warehouse. When the shooting stopped Harley sat on the ground with his back up against the wall. None of the bullets hit him but the fall he had taken did do a number on his small frame. Blood equivalent to toxic sludge dripped from his nose and mouth that some internal damage had been done. He spat out the blood and tried to wipe his face, then he spoke to the darkness looming around him.

"Come to kick me while I'm down, Batsy?" The jester asked into the night. He let his head lean back to rest against the wall, a grin weakly spreading over his blood smeared lips. "I might be down but I ain't out. I ain't going with you quietly."

#lostxndbroken #{muse} harled quinnzel #omg this got so fucking long #you don't have to match #Also age wise Joker is like late forties and was thinking Dean and Sam somewhere around late twenties/early thirties #Dean being around 15 when the parents died and became Batman around 20 #And being Batman for ten years would make him 30 currently #Sam would be 27 keeping with spn canon 3 years younger #Then Harls is youngest 20-21 as he doesn't know exactly when his birthday is

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diamondsandlemons · 1 year

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happy birthday to my brother Finn the Human!!!!

#if anyone doesn't know. AT is like the single biggest piece of formative media for me #and when that show was airing time was passing in the lore at the same rate is it was in real life #I happened to be the same age as Finn when the show started and I spent my teen years being obsessed with AT #so its kinda like we grew up together #and we both have March birthdays!#(his bday is 3/14 bc thats the date the ep Mystery Train aired which takes place on finns birthday #not the strongest canon there but its widely accepted)#so. he's my brother now. I decided.#he is 25... I wonder if thats about how old he is in Obsidian...?#remember

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thegetdownrebooter · 10 months

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in too much birthday ken has a sign at the party that actually says "the notorious ken ready to die" but sure he secretly listens to mitski my bad.

#like the jokes write themselves #the fandom who identifies with a 40 year old male billionaire is uncomfortable with rap music #so they project their own music tastes onto him instead and ignore canon lol #like not only does ken like rap music #he specifically only likes old school rappers #or at least the ones he grew up with #and yes only the male ones #so no he doesn't gaf about blueface or lil uzi #but he doesn't care about lauryn hill or lil kim either #like he has arrested development and is permanently stuck in his youth #like he makes a bunch of kids dress as wu-tang clan at his fucking birthday #he listens to jay-z in several episodes #how obtuse are y'all?????#him and stewy even go to a rap concert in s1 #and even then it's clear that ken prefers the rappers he grew up with #y'all are just anti black i fear #and even if wasn't 40 #then he would still like rap music #he would just dickride drake instead of being obsessed with jay-z #maybe the sign at party would have said certified lover boy or champagne papi instead then #he does mention the beatles though i must admit #but like... again y'all ignore this too lmfaooo #kendall roy #succession #succesion hbo #fandomshit

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oh-meow-swirls · 1 year

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canonically the yo-kai watch timeline seems to have 1 and 2 in the same summer, then blasters in the school year after, then 3 in the summer after. not sure on blasters 2 or 4 but nate's canonically 12 there. but despite the fact that logically, given the year gap between 1/2 and 3, nate should be 12 in 3. he's still 11 i'm pretty sure??? i don't think his age is ever stated in 3 (i think the only time nate/katie says they're 11 is in 2 when they visit their grandma) but he's in the same class in the same school and everything. so???

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #yw1 #yw2 #ywb #yw3 #ywb2 #yw4 #nate/katie's age is the most confusing yo-kai watch thing i swear to god i hate this shit #IT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF THEY WERE 12 IN 2 AND 13 IN 3 AND 14 IN AT LEAST 4 IDK ON IN BLASTERS 2 #BUT N O THEY HAD TO MAKE IT CONFUSING #i am going to murder someone #is this a problem in the japanese version too??? it must be since blasters 2 n 4 aren't released in america-#i just remembered there's an episode in exclamation point or music note where nate has his birthday #so he should AT LEAST be 12 in the anime too dfklfskjfsdl-#also i just realized depending on when nate's birthday is (he doesn't canonically have one afaik) katie would be older than him for a bit #cuz her birthday's canonically february 3rd #which is also the day i get yo-kai watch manga-

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milfyspamton · 2 years

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SPAMTONS BIRSTHADY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE

#he doesn't have a canon birthday but it's the silly one that ppl agree on<3

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starshine-shimmyshufflesmile · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles - All Media Types, Interview With the Vampire (Movie 1994) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Daniel Molloy Additional Tags: Nonfiction, reference, Analysis, Commentary, Spoilers, Meta, Vampire chronicles meta, VC meta, American History, Vietnam draft, vampire Chronicles fandom history, Canon: Vampire Chronicles (Book Series), Fanon, Headcanon, VC Fandom Love, in memoriam - anne rice Summary:

In Memoriam Anne Rice born 1941, October 4 died 2021, December 11 Rest in Peace Anne

#Petition to make Dec. 11 fanon's assigned birthday for Daniel Molloy #bc he doesn't have a canon or author-given birthday and after all the story began with an interviewer...#vampire chronicles #vc #tvc #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #amc interview with the vampire #anne rice #meta #vc meta #iwtv meta #vampire chronicles meta #daniel molloy

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askadrianalucardtepes · 1 year

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Adrien, when is your birthday?! We have to organize something!

"Oh don't worry, it's still far away! My birthday is the 21st of November, not anytime soon. Don't worry about it, no need to rush! When the time is there I'd love to have a little birthday party, though. And if possible, I'd love to invite all my friends both new and old!"

#ask alucard #alucard #castlevania alucard #adrian fahrenheit tepes #castlevania rp #askadrianfahrenheittepes #ask blog #alucard castlevania #castlevania #castlevania askblog #did I just give Alucard my own birthday because he doesn't have a canon birthday date?#Yes #yes I did #I regret nothing #can't stop me. >:D

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lonelier-version-of-you · 1 year

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Obligatory “happy birthday Dylan Keogh!” post.

#he's 47 today #nice that at least one autistic character i love has a canon birthday #if only i could say the same for henrik lol #but then henrik doesn't even have a canon birth year so idk why i'm surprised he doesn't have a canon birth date

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captainsweet · 1 year

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My Twin is fr like a More Violent Casey Jones and I didn't even think that was possible until I actually listened to what they said for once.

Dude breaks a leg every other day and is super violent yet dies as soon as a roach is in the room, L on his part.

Anyway Wish him and the Other One Happy Birthday rn because they won't get it and it'll be super funny.

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ofgentleresolve · 2 years

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( and then a little more. )

a/n: just a hyurick themed birthday present for the one and only alex ( @jeoseungsaja )! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!! i hope this year ( and the ones that come afterwards too )will be a wonderful one 🥰🥰🥰 this is just a little something i wanted to give you!!

( lyrics of ‘love letter from the sea to the shore’ belong to delaney bailey and lee hyuk belongs to alex!! )

I think I loved you in another life Where I was the sea And you were the shore

After everything, in a time where Patrick doesn’t bring his pocket watch everywhere, Hyuk asks him a question.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

Moments from drifting to sleep, Patrick lifts his head from his pillow, bleary-eyed. A droplet drips onto the pillowcase much to his chagrin. Wet pillowcases. His pet peeve. But then again he should have figured that would happen, taking a shower just earlier.

Not that Patrick normally does. But Hyuk always showers at least twice a day and he needs to take his second shower at night. That and well, it’s not exactly a pleasant experience, falling asleep in one’s own sweat. And body fluids, no matter how pleasant the moments leading up to such a scenario might be.

Hyuk, Patrick’s dear friend- well, that’s bit of an understatement these days, considering that they’ve been dating for quite some time now…alas, old habits die hard- frowns. “Forget it, it was a dumb question-“

“No, no,” He turns to his side and scoots closer to Hyuk. Hyuk mirrors him, flipping from his back to this side- how strange it is, truly. How they parallel without even trying. “I was just surprised. I didn’t know you were someone who believed in this kind of…occultery.”

“I’m don’t,” Hyuk says, insistent, as he closes the space between them, limbs brushing against one another. Loose strands fall over his eyes and Patrick brushes them over his ear. His fingers tangle themselves in the strands afterward and he feels Hyuk melt beneath the pads of his fingertips. “I was just wondering, you know- your project. They…soulmates are talked about there, right?“

“I suppose it would be in the same field.” Although Patrick knows for a fact the idea of reincarnation according to Korean mythology mentioned nothing of soulmates.

Hyuk looks up at him and gnaws on his lip. A move Patrick thinks Hyuk should stop unless he wants to go for round two. “…So do you? Believe in soulmates?”

***

Like the tourist comes back to the beach I come back to you for more and more and more

He doesn’t think about them. Soulmates.

No, that’s a lie.

Because although his entire time, there have been times where he’ll have queer…flashbacks of sorts. Flashback of times he doesn’t remember. Memories of a life he’s never lived. Glimpses of a face and voice he knows he’s known all his life. The most vivid of them came recently when Hyuk slid a chrysanthemum knot bracelet into his hands for Valentine’s Day.

The green thread- verdant like the leaves of the forest- shimmered brightly against the plush velvet of the box.

( “Hand up,” his king asks him ( Ahn Hak ). Commands him. It’s a familiar one, one that is both distant and familiar…it’s Hyuk’s voice, but not quite. No, the voice is the same, but the cadence is different. Whereas Lee Hyuk speaks roughly, one of a survivor, one who clings to what little gifts he is granted, this voice speaks like a king. One who knows his own importance and therefore, the weight of a kingdom that has been rested on his shoulders.

Fabric rustles amongst the cacophony of conversation, footsteps, horses, and bells before his king, Wang Yeo, drops a norigae into his palm. The green, verdant of the forest, again shimmers in his hand.

His king is smiling cheekily, like the boy Hak had grown up with his entire life. Hak promises to treasure it for the rest of his life.

He wants his king to smile like that too, for as long as he lives. )

***

'Cause you hold in my tide I would die a thousand times Just to see you in another life

Between the two of them, they have a lot of bad ideas. And they make a lot more bad decisions too.

( Kim Sun and General Kim Shin’s execution. The massacre of their entire clan. Several more choices made in the depths of despair and under the influence of advisor Park Joong-heon. )

Hak thinks he’s topped all of them this time.

Or at least this is what he assumes, as he lays dying in the court yard of the palace, where a queen once stood and was executed too. He coughs, bleed running from his mouth.

His king is yelling at him. Pleading for him to “keep your eyes open, why did you act so stupidly again-“

Ironic considering that Yeo was the one to send him to the gallows. But then again, Hak knows he would take the same steps all over again, from picking execution over an eternal banishment, to seeing the stray arrow, to stepping in between it before it could pierce his king’s heart.

Yeo. He asks. He’s being selfish, calling his king by his personal name outside of his king’s personal chambers. Are you okay?

His king, Yeo, is crying. Sobbing, even. But he nods. Yes, he is.

Hak sighs in relief. Good. His vision is getting blurrier and Yeo’s voice grows farther and farther away. He closes his eyes.

He can’t help but hope that in another life, maybe they’ll have another chance to get it right, this time.

( A green thread untangles itself from a knot and ties one end to his finger and he watches it go round and round and round, hoping it’ll reach the other side before it’s too late- )

***

I wish you'd come with me Move with thе swells, my love I love you too much to drift completely

Park Jisoo is born colorblind. A commonality found more among men than women, his optometrist tells him, as a teenager, but it’s nothing to be too concerned over in his case. Jisoo just can’t see red or green.

Not that Jisoo thinks he’s missing out although he supposes he would like to know why people are so mesmerized with sunsets and sunrises. Or even leaves in general. But the closest he’ll get to knowing what the warmth of sunset looks like is probably when he’s around Yuri.

Yuri, his fiancée and later, his wife. A biologist to his librarian. In this life, there is a yearning, longing that Jisoo is never quite able to shake off. It’s been there for just about as long as Jisoo can remember, even longer than when he realized unlike the other kids in his class, he didn’t have parents, let alone any known living relatives. Those kids laugh at him, in this life, for not being able to differentiate between red and green, for not having parents, for bursting inexplicably into tears whenever they take a class trip to the beach, when of all the chrysanthemum knot bracelets he could have, he picks the green one. The one that he can’t even see.

Yuri, the pHD student he runs into more than once while he works as a librarian, for all the times her temper pops a lid, calms his heart, soothes that ache in a way that no one else can ( and somewhere deep down, he senses it- there’s another thread, a red one, being tied between them ).

And yet.

And yet, the yearning never quite leaves. He can’t help but think there’s someone missing. Someone very important…

( The feeling, even in death, remains. When it is time for him to go, the grim reaper- apparently they do exist, if not in a more bureaucratic structure- in charge of leading him to the afterlife, takes him to what looks like a teahouse. While Jisoo expects to be speaking with the same grim reaper, it is to his surprise when another grim reaper takes their place.

A tall man dressed in a suit prepares tea at the counter before setting a porcelain cup in front of Jisoo. The man’s eyes are sad, if not heavy with regret. One might say he walks as if he carries the weight of a fallen kingdom on his shoulders-

Why does Jisoo’s heart clench at that thought?

The man takes a seat across from Jisoo and tells him to drink. He’ll forget about the memories of this life when he moves on to the next one. Jisoo bites the inside of his tongue- should he ask if it erases emotions too?

But instead, Jisoo glances up at this grim reaper and asks: “I’ve always…felt like there was someone missing from my life. Would you happen to know something of this?”

A flicker of surprise, if only to be followed by a mixture of remorse and hope that passes through the Grim Reaper’s face. He apologizes. Tells Jisoo that he doesn’t and that he’s sorry. That he’s wanted to apologize all this time too and that he hopes this life was a happy one for Jisoo.

Jisoo, who does not know how to react, let alone say, merely nods because even if he does not know why the Grim Reaper has wanted to apologize, it is important to the Grim Reaper that he does so.

Who is Jisoo to deny that? Or at least he thinks he doesn’t not understand why, until he glances at his wrist. The chrysanthemum knot bracelet, no longer worn as it had been in death, is tied around his wrist- he could never bring himself to take it off. For a moment, some flashes, a color he’s never seen before.

Verdant. Green.

Jisoo looks back up at the Grim Reaper. The man with a familiar face and haunting eyes smiles back at him. He tells Jisoo he should go now and urges him to drink the tea.

As Jisoo stands from the table, he studies the Grim Reaper for what might be the last time in a long time.

“Could I ask for your name?”

The Grim Reaper points to himself in surprise before he sobers.

“Wang Yeo. My name is Wang Yeo.”

Jisoo repeats the name to himself, burning the syllables onto his tongue. “That sounds like a name fit for a king, Wang Yeo.” He gather his coat and opens the door. “I hope we’ll be able to meet again soon, Wang Yeo.” )

***

Wait for me, I'll be back because

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. For as long as Patrick Grace could remember ( or at least as far back as Patrick can remember ), there’s always been a gnawing sense of unease, restlessness. His mother thinks it’s a result of chronic nightmares when he was younger. That they’ve only changed forms, but thankfully into something more manageable.

Patrick thinks it might be something a bit more than that.

For one thing, what his mother has defined as anxiety, it’s also a sense of…yearning? No, this is something a little more hopeful. Anticipation is the better word.

Anticipation for what is to come.

( And then in his first year of university, there is a seatmate who is rather…sour-faced. Like an unripe lemon, yet to reach maturity. Even if his English is clumsy, it doesn’t stop him from volunteering in class, even when the topic isn’t about the English language itself.

Patrick can’t stop watching him, even if he’s guarded and prefers to be alone than with their peers and perhaps in his most far-fetched dreams, maybe they could be friends-

Or at least he thinks it’s far-fetched until his seatmate, Lee Hyuk, hands him his lunch box ( bento box Patrick later learns it’s called ). An offering? A gesture of friendship.

His heart, the anxiety, spikes. And the anticipation quells. )

***

You hold in my tide I would die a thousand times

“…So do you? Believe in soulmates?”

Anchored back into the present, Patrick stares for a long moment at his dear friend. A dear, beloved face that somehow feels more familiar to him than the span of twenty years.

He slides his hands down to his dear friend’s cheeks, green threads mixing with warm skin- is this what a leaf feels like in the presence of the sunset? Verdant and alive?

Hyuk melts once again into his palms as Patrick feels his arms wrap around his back. Oh, how Patrick wants Hyuk to be this way around him forever and ever, even if fate says he can’t-

“For as long as you’ll have me. And then a little more.”

Just to see you in another life Ooh, in another life

fin.

#jeoseungsaja #until the end and then a little more ( patrick & hyuk. )#( writing. )#ALEX HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO 🥰🥰🥰#i hope?? this was okay for me to write since i jumped in the timeline a bit...#but i was thinking about the plotting we've done and like?? i #was thinking about that concept of #soulmates of many lives....and well i guess patrick does have interesting thoughts there and i do too so this was my way of #exploring and reconciling with that <3 #this needed to get out i told patrick he could talk for ur bday and #he really went with it #😂😂😂#of course none of this has to be canon we can definitely play around with this and if anything here doesn't sit right with you i can change #that and happily too <3 #BUT I WAS ALSO THINKING ABOUT THE SONG U SENT ME FOR THEM :'D #and i couldn't incorporate the motif of the sea/beach in there....#BUT i wanted to include so that's why the lyrics separate the sections #fhsdkj #ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN I'M SO HAPPY I GET TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU #AND THAT I GET TO WITNESS THIS WONDERFUL DAY WITH YOU FOR A SECOND TIME #🥰🥰🥰#and i hope i will get to witness this day with you for many many years to come :'D #please have a wonderful day alex and love you lots <3 <3 <3

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hyaciiintho · 2 years

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𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 : bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 : house plants, over-sized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 : femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 : mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 : confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 : pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized, scrunchies, neat notes, love going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 : soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 : cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 : cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : loves to paint & do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 : old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-worker, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

Tagged by: Saw it and wanted to do it ♡°◌̊ Tagging: @codebestowed, @atimelesslullaby, @legendarylullaby, and anyone else who’d like to do it, you can say I tagged ya~

#✿• ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᴵ'ᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ! (M E M E S)#//Aries is funny because... his birthday I gave him... makes him an Aries c': so it fits... so perfectly... to have the most in that section #BUT... seeing Cancer and Libra come in at a close second with BOTH having 5 bolded... makes me think...#Maybe he's an Aries Sun; Libra moon; and Cancer ascending... that probably doesn't make sense to a lot of people bUT #it's a headcanon and lore I'm glad I worked out for myself because I think it's neat LOL it's now canon piece of info for him (◡‿◡✿) //#✿• ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵀⁱᵐᵉ! (Q U E U E)

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