#this is a LONG STANDING GOTH TRADITION

[sucresanguine]

it's a simple fact that if you want to dress cool in a more fringe style as a guy you're gonna end up with at least a few items from the women's section and I need more guys to bite the bullet and get with the program

#you are right to bemoan womens sizing not being accommodating that is 100 percent a real concern #but like..goth guys im sorry. buy the women's black sweater. wear the ladies necklace. get the scarf #'where did you get those shoes for guys' well you see. #this is a LONG STANDING GOTH TRADITION #im not even saying to fem it up im saying that a belt is a bekt and unfortunately goth women are the ones heavily marketed to rn

[yokohamapound]

Since tis Spooky Season, how about some wedding headcanons for our goth boys Bram and Akutagawa? :3

It might no longer be spooky season but goth bois are timeless. <3

Characters: Bram Stoker, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Contents: gn!reader, nsfw mention

Bram Stoker

Bram is certainly the marrying type. Once he’s found someone he feels he can spend the long years of eternity with, he’ll want to lock you down quickly and make it official. Dating is a foreign concept to him, but he will spend some time courting you. He’s very likely the one who proposed marriage, and like, you have eyes, so of course you were going to accept. Who doesn’t want to marry a handsome vampire lord?

It’s not enough to call Bram ‘old-fashioned’. The man is at least several hundred years old, (depending on whether his age is based on the actual Bram Stoker or Vlad Tepes, basis of the legend for Dracula). He’s between approx 170-600 years old. He’s seen trends become traditions and vanish entirely. The wedding would probably be some flavour of traditional, whether that’s a Western white wedding, or a wedding steeped in his spouse’s culture. If you really wanted to, you could have a historical-themed wedding to make Bram feel at home—just expect him to be finicky on the minor details.

“This is the incorrect type of date for this pastry.”

It might take some doing to find a priest willing to marry you to a vampire, or you can forge the documents and have a civil ceremony. It depends on whether or not Bram can actually set foot in a church. He’s probably relieved to discover civil ceremonies are a thing. 

Bram looks beautiful in a suit. Just imagine it. A suit tailored to his ridiculous, 6’5” height, possibly a tailcoat, with a cravat, his long hair tied back. 

You’ll have to bring him up to speed and explain that, apart from certain cultural traditions, dowries aren’t that common anymore, and that he doesn’t have to offer your father 50 goats for your hand in marriage. 

Bram’s a pretty romantic guy, but he always does it with style. He pulls out your chair, his hand is going to rest on the small of your back, and he takes the lead in the first dance waltz, no matter your gender.

The speeches will be short—he’s had to put up with too many of Fukuchi’s soliloquies to want to hear any more monologuing. The wedding dinner—feast, he insists on calling it—is sumptuous, although Bram doesn’t partake. (You’re his wedding feast and he’d rather enjoy that in private.)

Godspeed on your wedding night. Bram’s spent years without a lower half of his body and now he has it back, and a spouse to enjoy. He is…pent up, shall we say~

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Poor Akutagawa is still reeling over the fact that he’s getting married. I would say that either you proposed, or Dazai planted the idea in Akutagawa’s head that it was time for him to put a ring on it. If Akutagawa proposed, your ring is some beautiful antique with a large stone and a creepy story attached to it. Don’t forget that Akutagawa makes bank in the Port Mafia. 

Please, please, please plan a goth wedding.

Please remember that this is the same young man who said this when asked what he would give as a wedding present: “I'd gift them the enemy's freshly severed head decorated with bloody barren flowers.” Suffice it to say, Akutagawa should not be left in charge of either your gift registry or the flower arrangements. You will end up with a load of obscure antiques, knives, and bunches of rotting flowers “to show the briefness of our lifespans.” 

Maybe compromise with dried flower garlands or even black roses if you want to go full 2007 My Chemical Romance-core. (Look me in the eye and tell me Akutagawa wouldn’t look up if you played him a G-note on the piano.)

He hates being the centre of attention in the actual wedding, so he’s more than happy to deflect it all toward you instead. The moments he seems happiest are when he gets to see Gin wearing a bridesmaid dress, when Dazai stands up to make a speech (during which Akutagawa sits up like he’s in a school assembly while the headmaster is speaking), and during the vows, when he’s focusing on you and only you. 

He looks wonderful in his suit - let him have full tails and black tie and he'll be content.

Your wedding photographs look like one of those austere Victorian family portraits, save for Tachihara throwing up the bunny ears behind Gin’s head. 

Akutagawa has a secret sweet tooth he won’t admit to, which is why he tries to pretend that he hasn’t had three slices of chocolate cake. 

Either get Dazai drunk or put him in a corner with a plate of crab cakes to keep him occupied, because you really don’t need him making sly comments when it’s time for you and Akutagawa to climb into the car and head off for your honeymoon. His wedding gift for Akutagawa is an inhaler and a note saying, “You’ll need this! xoxo Dazai.”

#yokohamapound #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bram stoker bsd #bram x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader

[eggroll-sama]

Record of Ragnarok: Ideal s/o Headcanons

Female!reader

Warning: suggestive, mention of sex

Poseidon

Poseidon will want someone that will aesthetically compliment his looks and reputation. In other words, he’d like someone that is beautiful, but not as beautiful as him. Specifically, he doesn’t really have a preference. You just need to have nice teeth, kept hair, glowing and unblemished skin, a symmetrical face, and on and on and on. Just don’t be more beautiful than him, thank you.

Personality wise, he’d like someone that is feminine, intelligent and regal.

You can be dominant and arrogant with others, just don’t be when you’re with him. It’ll tarnish his reputation as a strong and fearsome god. Also if you are a virgin he would like that. It would boost his ego to know he has the privilege to be the only one to be with you.

He wants you to be intelligent and to be well versed in history, mathematics, language, and the sciences. He’s more traditional and emphasizes more importance on book smarts than street smarts. Also, if you’re really good at debating and holding your own in an argument, he’d find it very attractive. For example, if during a godly meeting you were to stand your own on a stance against another god, he’d be so smug and in love with you. He wouldn’t show it on his face, but once you get back to the castle he would pin you against the wall and make out with you, growling under his breathe about how it was your fault for making him this way.

Not Ideal: dumb, domineering, scheming :)

More characters under the cut!

Thor

Loki sometimes badgers him about his ideal s/o. He wouldn’t answer him -much to his cousin's chagrin- but in his mind his love would have long dark hair and a nice smile.

Personality wise, he’d like someone that is strong. In any type of sense. He would prefer a more physically strong lover, but it is not a requirement. He emphasizes the most on a strong mentality. He believes no matter how muscular or large you are, without a strong soul you are weak. He understands the hardships of being the lover of a god; they’d have to have the mental strength to overcome difficulties of being in that position.

Also, he’d prefer if you are extroverted. He struggles with talking or giving an opinion, so someone that can enhance communication will be great. Of course he’s a really observant god, but observing can take him only so far; a person that is willing to talk to him about everyday things or their problems will make him happy (though he doesn’t show it).

Not Ideal: secretive, complainer, weak-minded

Loki

I know he’s literally a shapeshifting god and he transformed into some pretty ugly things in the past, but he still has preferences in terms of looks. If you like piercings and tattoos he’d be very interested in you since he has several of his own. He also finds the grunge/goth look attractive. He loves beauty marks on his partner. But he’d hide that and tease you about them like a jerk. Also, the guy is a sucker for chubby cheeks. He’d be touching them every chance he gets. You feel like a stress ball sometimes.

He wants a partner in crime to pull pranks with and on. Someone that is creative, funny, and a tease. His family is literally full of straight faces; he wants someone that will laugh with him and talk with him about nonsensical ideas. A naturally curious person that will indulge in various ideas and hypotheticals will be perfect for him.

There needs to be something about you that is interesting. It could be intelligence, physical/mental strength, your way of thinking, how you dress, etc. Something that sets you apart from other people. If you are just a normal, everyday individual, he probably won’t give you a second glance. And no, being like the “quirky” girls on TikTok does not count.

Not Ideal: too quiet, serious, bland

Lu Bu

He’s drinking with his soldiers and they ask him in a drunk haze what his “ideal lover” would be. Lu Bu is honest and tells them he’s not interested in commiting to a relationship. He’s not going to date someone when he has the goal of being the strongest. He has one night stands to vent his frustrations and quench his boredom, but that’s the limit. He also deems it very unlikely for him to find love in this time period. Not that he really cares about those sort of things. Doesn’t really believe in true love either.

But low and behold, Lu Bu’s trustworthy strategist, Chen Gong, has spent many a night thinking about this very same topic. He’s deduced from observing his general’s personality and every day interactions that Lu Bu would be best compatible with a strong-minded, caring woman. He needs someone that can rile him up in all sorts of ways. Somehow, a woman that can make a smart remark every once in a while would be a nice change. Someone that has the courage to talk to him. His general hasn’t met a woman who sticks around after seeing his ferocity on the battlefield.

Chen Gong believes they have to be caring. Lu Bu is surrounded by bloodshed and war everyday. He feels that what his general needs the most in a partner is someone that is supportive and will let Lu Bu be vulnerable. Someone that will let Lu Bu relax after a long fought battle. Someone that will treat him like a human than worship or envy his strength.

(Chen Gong doesn’t know this, but Lu Bu finds it attractive when women eat a lot)

Not ideal (according to Chen Gong): cowardly, weak-minded, apathetic

Adam

He doesn’t care about looks. He’s the father of humanity, he loves every single type of person: tall or short, hairy or thin hair, big boobs no boobs, etc.

Ideally, Adam wants someone who has a motherly aura and has a kind and selfless heart. Someone who’s gentle and has a nurturing heart. Someone who shows gratitude and appreciation for what they are given.

Although he’s strong, he wants to be with a person that he can trust and rely on. Someone he can be vulnerable with. It will take time for him to warm up to you. He’d have to be sure that you are a good person and will confess to you once he’s gotten to know you for a long time.

Adam also likes to tease and play around sometimes behind closed doors, so he’d like it if you aren’t the most easily-offended person. He’d feel awful if he’s just lightly teasing you and you make a big deal out of it and ignore him.

Not ideal: self-centered, overreactor, untrustworthy

Sasaki

Like Lubu he strives for strength, but is more open to the idea of a relationship. When he was still alive, he’d daydream about having a lover beside him. They’d have the prettiest smile, and skin as smooth as the softened glass shards by the ocean shores. Somebody who’d accompany him on his journey, perhaps. Someone who possessed a voice of wisdom because he knows he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Although he’d occasionally feel lonely camping alone in the forest, it really wasn’t on his to-do list to find a lover. He felt that the perfect person is the one who will see him for who he is and love him for it no matter what.

They need to be independent. Somebody that wouldn’t mind a long distance relationship. His travels might take 1-2 months, or maybe 6 months. He would occasionally show up at your house unannounced with a gift from his travels. If you try convince him to stay, he’d feel really guilty and might break up with you because you deserve somebody that doesn’t stress you out. But if you’re up for it, he wouldn’t mind taking you with him!

Not ideal: dependent, stability > taking risks

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #record of ragnarok adam #record of ragnarok thor #ror #record of ragnarok poseidon #record of ragnarok loki #record of ragnarok lubu #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok sasaki #ror adam x reader #ror sasaki headcanons #ror loki headcanons #ror thor x reader #ror sasaki kojiro #ror x reader

[alister312]

Summary:

Craig's mad at Tweek and Kyle's mad at Stan. Spending Friday night moping around the school is pretty lame though, so Craig decides they should do something to rile their exes up.

this is an attack for @iksvolforb for the @spinthetags south park olympics! art is by @danilazuli and not included within the attack.

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It wasn’t uncommon for Craig and Tweek to be “on the outs” every other week. Usually it started with a small fight that they both pushed down, resolving to talk about it later like mature people, only to forget to do that between the pressures of school and (in Tweek’s case) work. This built and built until it burst and one of them couldn’t handle it anymore and they broke up. They never meant to; they were just teenagers. Not everyone could achieve the same emotional maturity Wendy and Tolkien seemingly effortlessly did.

This particular break up was really bugging Craig though because normally when they broke up, they got back within the month. The problem this time was that neither of them would admit that they were wrong. Craig thought it was pretty clear that Tweek should apologize for forgetting their goddamn anniversary, but Tweek was adamant that Craig should understand by now that he has a job with hours he can never predict because his dad fucking sucks. Tweek’s dad did suck, but it was their anniversary. That had to take priority (the work-skipping kind).

It didn’t, apparently, so the next month rolled around and Craig found himself still single. What was worse, Tweek wouldn’t even talk to him. Craig never liked to think of himself as the kind of guy who had to be in a relationship to function, but he was coming to realize that he couldn’t remember being out of one for this long before. Much of his life outside of school had happened around Tweek, or around where he worked. 

His life wasn’t all Tweek of course; there was Clyde. Clyde had started spending more time with Jimmy these days though and they had some long standing Friday night tradition checking out whatever local live show they could find in Denver. It was their thing, like how Craig’s used to be hanging out at Tweak Bros. with Kenny, waiting for Tweek. Kenny was more of a friend of a friend though, or friend of an ex now, so Craig was left with no one tonight.

Devoid of literally anything else to do and not wanting to just go home, Craig decided to wander the school. Aside from completely barren hallways, it wasn’t so different from normal school hours. Teachers sat in their classrooms hunched over papers, grading until they couldn’t take it anymore. A few students stuck around in odd nooks and crannies, mostly those who couldn’t find peace and quiet anywhere else. The goths were out back, basically permanent fixtures.

Craig’s wanderings eventually took him to the gym. He could hear the squeak of sneakers on rubber, so he opened the door. Inside was Kyle, practicing layups alone. He looked over at Craig in the doorway.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hey,” Craig replied. He chewed his bottom lip, teetering on the possibility of sticking around. He and Kyle were on… fine terms with each other. Not friends, not unfriendly. Staying wouldn’t be weird, but it might be awkward. Watching him practice would guarantee Craig an excuse for at least another hour though, so he stepped inside and over to the bleachers.

“Um,” Kyle said. “Did you… want to join in or—”

“No.” Craig waved his hand dismissively. “You keep… tossing that ball or whatever. I’ll just be here.”

“Okay…” Kyle frowned, dragging out the word. He sighed and shook his head, rolling his shoulders and going back to his layups. Craig sat down next to Kyle’s gym bag and took out his phone, mindlessly scrolling between apps. Occasionally he looked up at Kyle. Craig really didn’t know or care much about sports so he couldn’t say what made Kyle good, but he was clearly skilled. It was hard to make team captain if you sucked.

Kyle kept glancing over at Craig from time to time, curious about him. Craig hoped to avoid talking about it but when they accidentally made eye contact, he knew he couldn’t. Kyle was at least nice enough to wait half a minute before clearing his throat.

“So,” he said, “any reason you’re here and not… anywhere else?” Craig shrugged, keeping his eyes locked on his phone. Kyle let out an exasperated sigh. “I mean like, shouldn’t you be spending Friday night with, I don’t know, Tweek or something?”

“Shouldn’t you be spending it with Stan or something?” Craig said, as nastily as he could in his usual monotone. The clumsy clang of the basketball on the rim (as opposed to the quiet swish of the net he’d gotten used to) made Craig look up again. Kyle’s brows were knit together and he wore a deep scowl.

“Yeah. Well,” Kyle grumbled. Craig raised an eyebrow. Apparently he and Tweek weren’t the only ones fighting. 

His eyes shifted from Kyle down to his gym bag. It was decorated with the South Park Cows logo, some safety pins (probably Stan’s), and a rainbow ribbon tied to the main pocket’s zipper. Kyle had the proud title of the school’s first voluntarily out gay kid, so up-front, loud, and proud when he announced it. Craig had always secretly really appreciated him for it. Being the role model gay kid wasn’t something he was suited for. Kyle handled it much better.

“Hey.” Craig looked back over at Kyle, feeling the kind of stupidly impulsive that came from two months apart from your longtime boyfriend. “Do you wanna go out?” A resounding thud sounded from the backboard as Kyle missed again. He’d whipped his head to stare at Craig so fast his hair smacked him in his face. Kyle swore as he pushed it back, then frowned at Craig.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“Do you wanna go out,” Craig repeated. “You’re gay, I’m gay, both of us are mad at our exes—”

“I’m not mad at Stan,” Kyle said.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Broflovski.”

“Ok asshole, even if I was, why would that mean I’d go out with you?”

“To piss Stan off like he pissed you off,” Craig said. “Look, it doesn’t have to be a real date. We get out of here, go to Tweak Bros. so Tweek can see me with you and then you can post a picture of us so Stan will see you with me.”

“That’s a shit plan, Craig.”

“Ok, well, you have nothing better to do, so…” Craig shrugged. Kyle glared at him, but he also glared down at the floor, thinking. After a few moments of muttering, he threw his hands up in the air.

“Why not,” Kyle said. “You’re paying for my coffee and anything else though.” He crossed the gym floor and picked up his bag. “I gotta shower and change. I’ll meet you outside.” Though fearing for his wallet, Craig smiled a little as he watched Kyle leave. If nothing else, this had to at least get Tweek talking to him again.

***

Only fifteen minutes later, Craig found himself sitting in the passenger seat of Kyle’s car. That was another thing he’d always secretly appreciated about Kyle– his promptness. He also cleaned up nicely, his hair freshly spritzed with something that made it soft and got rid of any evidence of sweat. They both had on a similar outfit of pants, a shirt, and a jacket but Kyle’s pants were chinos (not jeans) and his jacket not as old as Craig’s. Even though it wasn’t a real date, Craig felt bad that he was underdressed in comparison. He took off his hat and combed his fingers through his hair on the ride over. A little more effort than he usually put in. It would do.

“Ah shit,” Kyle muttered when they pulled in. Craig followed his gaze to Kenny’s car parked nearby.

“You know he and Tweek are, like, super close, right?” Craig said.

“Yeah, I know,” Kyle sighed. “That doesn’t mean I knew he’d be here. If Kenny sees us together, he’s gonna bug me about it all weekend.”

“We can tell him to fuck off then,” Craig said, knowing full well that he’d probably also get Kenny hounding him about this “date” and equally not looking forward to it. “It’s none of his business.”

“I doubt he’ll listen but… we’ll see,” Kyle said, smiling tiredly. He turned the car off and got out with Craig following.

Tweak Bros. always smelled like home to Craig. Coffee was way too bitter in terms of taste but the smell was so comforting, like a sigh at the end of a long day. It wrapped around them, a warm and welcoming escape from the Colorado night as they stepped inside. Craig could smell that Tweek had recently taken out a fresh batch of scones too, cinnamon chip ones.

He was there behind the counter– Tweek. His head perked up at the chime of the bell as the door opened, an instinctive customer-service smile halfway on his face.

“Hi, I’ll be with you in a mo—” Tweek froze, realizing who they were. Craig did his best to appear completely unaffected, walking up to the cash register. Behind him, Kyle hesitated for a moment, but he joined Craig and stared at the menu hanging above them. He squinted at it, looking oddly confused.

“You good?” Craig asked. “You can read it, right?”

“Of course I can,” Kyle snapped at him, too quickly, which meant he couldn’t. The print was pretty small and Craig remembered then that Kyle needed glasses. He’d assumed that he never wore them because he opted for contacts instead, but maybe he just straight up never saw well. Craig took out his phone and pulled up the Google doc of the menu. Years ago, Tweek had entrusted it to him to help him study and memorize it.

“Here,” Craig said, giving it to Kyle.

“Oh,” Kyle said, surprised. “Thanks Craig.” He looked through it while Craig waited. He always got the same thing so he was ready, but Tweek was doing literally anything but coming to take their orders. There were only so many imaginary spots he could clean though and people started lining up behind Craig and Kyle, so he eventually gritted his teeth and walked over.

“Welcome to Tweak Bros., what can I get for you?” Tweek said in the most forced polite tone Craig had ever heard from him. It genuinely upset him a bit, but if he got upset then Tweek won, so he just blinked slowly instead.

“Small chai tea,” Craig said, then turned to Kyle. “Babe, what do you want?” The coffeeshop air was suddenly no longer warm, but thick with an icy intenseness as both Kyle and Tweek froze at that statement. Kyle’s finger hovered over the phone screen and Craig could see the gears turning in his head. He tensed, just slightly, bracing himself for just in case Kyle decided to slap him for his boldness. Thankfully, Tweek’s palpable rage kept him from also noticing any of this.

“Just one sec,” Kyle said, apparently deciding to roll with Craig. “Uh, I’ll have a latte. Hot, grande size, with oat milk instead of the regular dairy. Three pumps of vanilla syrup, plus an extra shot of espresso, and no foam. Oh, and one of those brownies in the case. No, two actually. And that, uh, turkey wrap thing. Warmed up.”

Kyle patted Craig’s arm and smiled, promising to find them a table as he walked away, but there was a bit of smugness to it. A satisfaction that he’d managed to craft the perfect frustrating and expensive order and left Craig to deal with the consequences of it all. And people thought Craig was an asshole.

“Jesus, what even is that order?” Tweek grumbled, scribbling away at a cup. “Does he know this isn’t– nngh– fucking Starbucks?”

“I’ve seen you make that kind of thing before though,” Craig said.

“Shut up,” Tweek said. “That’ll be $25 dollars and I’m not putting it on a tab.”

***

A few minutes later and $30 dollars poorer (he tipped, of course, even though Tweek told him that wouldn’t change anything), Craig made his way to the table where Kyle was doing his best to avoid eye contact with Kenny, who was standing over him. He turned his attention to Craig.

“Ok, Craig, what the hell?” Kenny said.

“What do you mean?” Craig sat down at the table.

“This,” Kenny gestured back and forth between Craig and Kyle. “What the hell is going on here? I know both of you are going through respective rough patches right now, but being petty isn’t going to fix that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just on a normal first date.”

“You’re a damn liar, Craig. I’m not stupid. I can’t believe you dragged another person into your problems. And Kyle, c’mon, you’re above this. You have to know this is a bad idea.”

“Oh fuck off, Kenny,” Kyle said, now glaring up at him. “Craig asked me out and I said yes because I wanted to go out with him. That’s all there is to it.” He reached across the table and defiantly took Craig’s hand, interlacing their fingers. Craig blushed. Sure he’d initiated the whole date idea and called Kyle “babe” but he hadn’t expected Kyle to so adamantly defend him. It was nice though.

Kyle’s fieriness was honestly pretty attractive. He sat up straighter and jutted his chin out a bit, his cheeks tinted pink with annoyance. He wasn’t jacked or anything, actually fairly slender, but he had some definite muscle tone and his eyes burned a deep green, challenging anyone to cross him. Honestly, Craig realized, Kyle reminded him a lot of Tweek. He was like if Tweek had a steadier head on his shoulders, which was one of the things Craig had often guiltily wished for.

Maybe, subconsciously, he’d known that and that was why he chose Kyle for this.

“Yeah,” Craig smiled. “Fuck off, Kenny.” He flipped off Kenny, who rolled his eyes and held his hands up, walking away. Kyle sighed.

“God,” he muttered, reaching for his drink and the food. “I love Kenny but I hate when he treats me like I don't know what I’m doing. I’m not a kid.”

“Maybe it’s because you ordered two brownies for dinner?” Craig asked.

“So?” Kyle scoffed. “I was working out when you saw me, remember? I’m hungry.”

“Yeah,” Craig said. “The brownies here kind of suck though. They’re dry.

“Ugh, now you tell me. I hate dry brownies.”

“Same.” Craig took a sip of his drink. “What else pisses you off?” Kyle seemed thrown by the question, but slowly he started opening up. 

Neither of them were angry people exactly, but they did both have a lot of things that irked them. Craig usually didn’t bring it up because happy-go-lucky Clyde couldn’t sympathize and paranoid Tweek often thought Craig was secretly talking about him. It was a relief to not have to cage himself. Kvetching, Kyle called it. It was one of his favorite destressors. Even though Kyle’s kvetching lost its fieriness as the night went on, Craig thought the smiles he switched to were just as attractive.

Last call for orders seemed to come too soon, even if they had actually been there for hours. Besides Kenny and of course Tweek, only they and some guy typing away at his laptop were left.

“We should go,” Craig said.

“Don’t you want to stay til closing though?” Kyle frowned. “To talk to Tweek?”

“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Craig shrugged. “So we can head out after you have your picture.”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle murmured. “I forgot about that.” He took out his phone and scooted closer to Craig, leaning back and tilting his head so it was just shy of resting on Craig’s shoulder. The idea of it was there, though, that he might do that. Craig too gave the subtle hint of closeness without actually going for it, his face tilted just so that, any moment, he just might nuzzle Kyle’s hair. It was tempting.

In a second the photo was over and Kyle was no longer inches away. Craig watched him post it with the caption “Had a good time tonight 💙”. It was clear, but subtle. Craig liked it. As they exited, Kyle’s phone started ringing. The name on the screen read “Stan”.

“Wow,” Craig said.

“God, that was fast,” Kyle muttered. He stared at the name as it kept ringing. Again those gears were turning in his head and Craig wondered what exactly was going through his head this time. Kyle let it ring all the way to the end and the screen informed he had one missed call from Stan. As it started up again, Kyle hung up on purpose and stuck his phone in his pocket.

“Hey, do you think there’s a lot of people at Stark’s Pond right there?” he asked Craig.

“Probably,” Craig said. “I know a spot near it that's kind of hidden though. I stargaze there.”

“Wanna go?” Kyle smiled. Through the window, Craig caught Tweek’s gaze. All the malice that had been it all evening was gone and it was soft, confused. They would talk tomorrow. About what, Craig wasn’t entirely sure. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to come out of the conversation.

For now, he nodded to Kyle and walked back to his car with him. Kyle switched his phone to vibrate before pulling out. Craig had a strong suspicion that he was putting off his own conversation, but he didn’t care. Stark’s Pond was waiting for them.

#south park #sp cryle #sp olympics #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #sp fanfiction #sp craig #sp kyle

[johannestevans]

Crimson Peak: A Love Letter To Gothic Romance

Adoring thoughts on Guillermo Del Toro’s 2015 masterpiece.

On Patreon / / On Medium.

This review and bit of analysis is related to the talk I’ll be giving on Crimson Peak tomorrow, responses to misogyny and marginalisation in and around Gothic fiction, and how much of this social conservatism is mirrored in BookTok and modern retorts to problematic fiction.

All proceeds from the Romancing the Gothic Goths for Breakfast talks go to charity, feeding school children free breakfasts! You can sign up for tickets here.

Edith and Thomas in bed, via Cap-That.

Crimson Peak (2015) frustrated me when it came out, and often frustrates me today — I was desperately excited about it when it was released, loved it the first time I saw it, have loved it every time I’ve watched it since. What frustrated me was not the film itself, but its advertisements and the way it’s filed and tagged on sites even today is that Crimson Peak is not a horror film.

Crimson Peak is a Gothic romance.

Yes, Gothic fiction — Gothic horror — might be classified under traditional horror tags and descriptors, but gothic romance is a different and more complicated kettle of fish.

Gothic fiction is typified by its associations with the most visceral of human emotions — with fear and horror and terror; with disgust and anger and rage; with want and jealousy and envy; with lust and love… and grief.

We see in Gothic fiction what we see in the the Gothic architecture for which the genre is named, inspired by its traditional settings — the darkness that lingers thick and impenetrable amidst the ceiling arches, untouched no matter how many candles are lit; the long shadows cast by figures silhouetted against windows and fireplaces; the endless corridors, the haunted attics, the cold and shadowed cellars, the strange and troubling shapes of the house around us.

What do we find in Gothic romance, then?

In Gothic fiction we find the most macabre and grotesque of happenings, of settings, of events — in Gothic romance, we find those who love and lust for them.

Some of the most famous Gothic romances are Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre; Deaphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca; Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights (Stephenie Meyer’s favourite book, and an inspiration for Twilight, by all accounts: no more damning comment can be made of it).

When I was describing my affection for the genre to my partner the other day, I also mentioned Bram Stoker’s Dracula — Dracula lacks the female protagonist that these three classics have, but I would argue that the want and lust (and even love) between Dracula, Jonathan, and Mina (in each direction) more than amount to enough to fit the book into the genre.

It’s not as simple as desire or want or even love for another whilst horrific happenings go on around their heads — Gothic romance’s unique allure is in the darkness of people’s romantic desires, their sexual desires. Wanting what they should not want — wanting the pain and the grief and the fear as much as they want the sweetness, the comfort, the pleasure of love.

This stands out most of all in those Gothic works that delve into proto-feminist explorations of female empowerment — in Jane Eyre, in Wuthering Heights, in similar works that largely centre the horror of a young woman (or women) entering into marriage with a man that leads her to doom of one type or other, supernatural or mundane, what is ultimately being explored is the horror of these women’s lack of choices and agency.

If she will be terrorised either way, if she will live in fear, if she will be controlled no matter what she does and whom she’s married, why would she not seek out a controller, seek out a ghost or monster, whom excites her? To whom she is most deeply attracted? A man who she can — and will — terrorise in turn?

I think it’s why poor Jonathan Harker stands alongside these Gothic heroines in my mind, not merely in line with Mina because he’s her husband, but part of the line-up in his own right— he is desirous of Dracula and, like many of these women stumbling, or rushing headlong and passionately into, dangerous matches, he is heedless of every warning as he allows himself to be trapped in the faraway manse of this hypnotising man who will feed on him, and whom at the same time Harker feels a sort of hunger for even as his intentions and his nature become clear.

What is it, then, about Crimson Peak?

Here’s a Gothic romance that stands on its own two feet — like the best of pastiches, it near perfectly echoes the tone and the hypnotising ache of the best and most impactful stories in the genre, creating a story that could well have been penned centuries ago alongside contemporaries like Wuthering Heights.

In Crimson Peak, there are so many references to different staples of the genre — apart from the basic staples of the isolated manse in the middle of the dales, the strange and dark family with the sordid past, the young ingenue, intelligent and driven but at the same time naive, we see small references or direct mirrors to particular tropes or archetypes present in some famous Gothic tales.

Finlay, for example, the Sharpes’ elderly caretaker who seems confused and scatterbrained, is a mirror to the long-winded and sometimes incomprehensible Joseph of Wuthering Heights; Edith compares herself to Mary Shelley, a stalwart creator in the Gothic genre and one of its defining authors.

Like the best of pastiches, it is filled with its love for that which it’s imitating, delving into classic tropes of the genre — the sprawling and crumbling manse on the hill, apart from all the other houses, filled only with ghosts; the once rich and splendid family, now rendered impoverished and preying on others to survive; the aspects of natural horror, insects feasting on one another, the presence of this red in tooth and claw violence and the desperation to survive; the horrors of lonely, isolated children developing inappropriate and disgusting, incestuous intimacies with one another, those intimacies carried on into their adulthood; ghosts that at once horrify those they appear before and yet on some level crave to help them, to save them, or at least undo what has been done.

At the same time, every character but Lucille Sharpe (Jessica Chastain) is desperate to escape the genre they’ve been born into.

Edith (Mia Wasikowsa), naturally, wants for a romance, but she also wants more for herself than her role as a woman in the society she’s in — much like the Brontë sisters did themselves, she wishes to disguise her gender so that her work is not immediately dismissed, exchanging her father’s gift of a pen for the machinised genderlessness of a typed hand, that she might be an author and create things for herself, just as her father built things before he owned them; Thomas (Tom Hiddleston) wants for a romance himself, craves the love and sweetness of a marriage whilst untangling himself from the horror it’s attached to with his sister, but he is also trying to drag himself out of the hole his house is creating with machinery designed to dredge out clay.

Edith and Thomas both reach for tools of the industrial age, reach with grasping hands for modernity, as if these can save them from the classic ghost story they’re trapped in.

And yet there are further depths to this gift — in giving Edith the gift of this pen, Carter (Jim Beaver) is giving her a sort of phallic symbol. He is a patriarch giving his daughter a metaphorical extension of masculinity and masculine power — in essence, he is saying to her: “Edith, you are not just my daughter, not just a woman as in the eyes of the patriarchal society around us, but you are my firstborn. Uncaring of the gendered nature of your position, and the ways in which this dispossesses you, I am giving you an appropriate tool for your trade.”

And what does Edith do? Immediately reject his pen, because his approval and his extension of this power to her is not enough — she exchanges the tool for the typewriter because she craves the anonymity it will give her, and its modernity.

Appropriate, that Carter Cushing should take such a dim view of Sharpe’s prototype and dismiss it as little more than a child’s toy, whilst talking about his own hard work leading to the empire he later built — talking about hardening his hands before he built larger structures, before he owned property himself.

This is the same opportunity he is attempting to offer Edith in giving her that pen: for her to have a tool to build with before she owns his empire, and yet she rejects it. In turning down this offer of power from Carter Cushing, representative of his allotting her more personhood than one might expect to be offered to a woman in this period, her head is then turned by Thomas Sharpe’s proposal.

She is, in a way, taken back to the past when she returns with him to England — social mores are not so flexible in England as they are for a woman like Edith in America, and even if they were, she is isolated from anybody but Thomas and Lucille (and the ghosts in their home), so she is robbed entirely of opportunities for self-empowerment or agency.

In Allerdale, it is Lucille that carries all the power, Lucille that holds the a ring of metaphorical phalluses on her belt, taken from all her victims — Lucille holds the keys to the house, and denies them immediately to Edith, who by all rights should now be lady of the house as Thomas’ new wife.

She holds power in her hands, wielding these keys, and of course, Edith takes the one that had belonged to Enola Schiotti to unlock her trunk — the same ghost who unlocks another door for her, no key needed, to give her some power within that home on the sly.

It’s appropriate that Edith finally wields her father’s pen when Lucille pushes her to sign the contract that will sign her life away — a concern Carter no doubt always had about Edith marrying any man, even were Thomas not so suspicious a character — and uses it as a weapon to attack Lucille and defend herself, to allow herself to reach once again for freedom.

There are so many layered meanings and ideas within the text, and it’s so richly written and developed compared to many contemporary films I might think of — it’s miserable to think of, but Crimson Peak really is one of those films where you feel that every part of the story has its place, where the whole thing has been wholly considered, carefully mixed and edited, where every scene, every line, every movement of the camera is for a reason, and adds to the greater narrative, elevates that narrative.

In the beginning, for example, we hear Edith say that her mother died of cholera, and that it was a closed casket, that her father begged her not to look — when Carter himself is on the block in the morgue, she is compelled to look although she doesn’t wish to, and seeing him dead there, she cannot conceive of the reality of the situation. She never sees her mother dead, but she understands she is dead, and then sees her as a ghost — never able to fully digest the death of her father, she denies it even as she touches his cold hand, and she is never haunted by him.

Edith mentions that she sees Thomas Sharpe as a parasite with a title before meeting him, and she is entirely right to think of him as such, because that is precisely what he is — there is a continuous and constant theme of living things feeding off one another. Lucille compares Edith to a butterfly, the two of them sitting side by side, one brightly yellow and the other dark and pale: Lucille tells Edith, distant and dreamy, that the moths she’s so familiar with eat butterflies (like her).

Edith and Lucille, via cap-that. “It’s a savage world of things dying or eating each other, right beneath our feet.”

Even the house itself at Allerdale is being consumed by the mountain below, being devoured by the red and bloody clay that had once given the family within it their fortune — having been fed upon by this family over generations, it now feeds on them in turn, both in the absorption of Allerdale House, and incidentally in the drowned victims of those the Sharpe siblings feed into the cellar vats.

Edith as a protagonist notes details — she’s keen and clever, investigates, considers; she notes that Alan keeps Arthur Conan Doyle on his shelves; she speaks on the specificities of Thomas Sharpe’s wardrobe and how its dated appearance reveals that his fortune is waning or has entirely waned; she follows clues, she researches, she deduces. Like her father, she reaches for information, arms herself with it.

We see her horrified again and again by the ghosts that plague her, and at the same time, she works so hard to understand them — she works hard at every opportunity to comprehend the incomprehensible, to know the unknown, to understand everything that cannot be understood.

There are so many other wonderful elements to the film — it’s beautifully shot, of course, and has some of my favourite costuming that I could name in any period piece. Every dress, every suit, is perfectly tailored, effortlessly lit, every piece moves and flows, every piece of jewellery or accessory is set to fit the period, the setting, each individual character.

Even the ghosts, with their smoky essence, with the unnatural shift and angularity to their movements embroiled in a constant and preternatural fog, seem so real, have such a texture to them that makes them so easy not only to visualise, but to imagine you can feel, that you can reach out and touch — or not touch, even as you reach.

And like any good Gothic piece, but especially a Gothic romance, Crimson Peak is a film that exudes sex.

Every glance between Edith and Thomas is full to the brim with want and lust and desire — Thomas’ gaze lingers on Edith’s face and her body, on her hands, on the movement of her skirts and the shift of her waist; Edith follows after Thomas where he moves, leans toward him like a candle flame drawn to a draught, and you can see her hold her breath whenever he draws closer.

Whenever there is a distance between the two of them it feels fraught with electric tension: when that distance is slowly closed, bit by bit, and yet repeatedly denied and interrupted — by Alan, by Carter, by Lucille, by everyone around them — it seems that it should crackle and pop, flash and burst into flames.

Lucille’s desperate control of Thomas is in part dependent on their sexual dynamic, on the older Lucille having groomed him into a partnership when she was only 14 and Thomas even younger at 12 — and Thomas’ soft murmurings, almost to himself, with Edith, are so revealing of his vulnerability.

“You’re so different,” he whispers in one scene, and quickly brushes off Edith’s bafflement at the comment; he is frightened to lay hands on Edith, even to be alone with her at times, for fear of Lucille’s wrath, and when finally permitted the opportunity to fall into bed with her, he’s desperate in his desire for her.

His most sympathetic moment is no doubt where he says to Alan through carefully gritted teeth that Alan is a doctor, that Alan knows where to direct Thomas’ blade, that he might finally do violence upon someone — what Lucille has always wanted from him — and yet still save himself from having committed a murder.

Lucille damns everyone she touches, kills everyone she can — her mother; Carter Cushing; the dog; each of her brother’s wives; Thomas Sharpe himself.

And yet she’s not unsympathetic.

We see Lucille’s desperation — under her cold demeanour is an agonisingly lonely woman, isolated and abused for the whole of her life, robbed of any real and obvious power of her own, and forced to wield power only through her brother’s name, her brother’s movements, her brother’s actual, legal power, which as a woman she cannot wield.

Lucille and Thomas were locked alone in their attic and denied access to anywhere else in the house, apparently denied any other companionship or loving contact — their mother was also an abuse victim, and became isolated after what their father did to her, but she just carried on the cycle in abusing her own children. Is it any wonder she should grapple so desperately for purchase in a world literally slipping out from under her, the sliding stone and brick stained red with crimson clay?

Is it any wonder that she should mix blood in with it, when she has nothing in the world, as far as she sees it, but her brother?

As cold and brutal and violent as Lucille is, she acts on instinct to protect herself and who she holds most dear — even in killing Thomas himself, it’s a desperate action in the hopes of keeping him bound up with her, terrified of his rejecting her when he has been the one constant she has ever been able to rely on.

God, what a film.

#musings #crimson peak #tom hiddleston #movie recs #movie review

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐗𝐃𝐇 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 ꒱ 엑스디너리 히어로즈

summary : xdinary heroes and what they would be like dating a taller significant other

genre : fluff, xdh x gn!reader, drabble, headcanon tws : ig nothing really (?) author notes : critically acclaimed, clinically insane !! thanks for the request c: word count : 0.4k

— ☆ 구건일

because he’s often made fun of for being short(er) by the other members, he’d at first be hesitant about having a taller s/o but babe that doesn’t last long. gunil is secure enough within himself that he doesn’t mind — actually likes — having someone who’s all about him, and if they happen to be taller then he’d love it !! if he can throw you around (he can) then he’s happy. also be the big spoon and watch him become a certified babygirl™ also maybe be like… funny… and kiss his forehead… idk just a thought… or back hugs… sigh

— ☆ 김정수

jungsu is already pretty tall, so his s/o might not be taller by much but pleaseeeee wear (specifically black tie-up) heels around him. he’s the type of guy to outwardly LOVE a taller s/o — and i stand by that as a short girl. he’s a confident man so i don’t think it would hurt his pride at all to be honest and that’s so attractive of my boyfriend.

— ☆ 곽지석

CERTIFIED BABYGIRL GAON™ !! i think we all can agree bc of my previous statement, he’d love someone taller than him. he’d look up at his s/o with those shiny bambi eyes (i know you know which ones) have fun trying to resist his every demand and desire ˃ᗜ˂

WHYYYYYYYYYY GOD THE VOICESSS

— ☆ 오승민

seungmin was a little harder for me to imagine. he’s just got so much love to share, so honestly i don’t think he’d care much if his s/o was taller or shorter than him. much like jungsu, he’d love to see his taller s/o wear heels (OR GOTH GIRL PLATFORMS i’m frothing at the mouth) around him, it’s an ego boost. wear a short dress too bc dressing pretty is seungmin’s weakness ,, anyways

i bet he likes legs... i do not feel the need to further explain

— ☆ 한형준

would secretly go insane because he’s just a shy boy. BLUSH.BLUSH.BLUSH. when you wear heels or platforms and become saur much taller, like he’d also at the same time get cocky af when other people look at you two. he’d love the traditional rockstar’s emo gf vibe me thinks ˃ᴗ˂

funny story but, i’m actually going insane with this thought.

— ☆ 이주연

goofy as hell. he’d probably make fun of you (playfully) for being taller, but would actually love it so much. i don’t make the rules. he’d probably never go back to having a shorter s/o; however, i don’t think he cares much about superficial stuff, like physical appearance, but in this case it would be an instant deal breaker if they weren’t at least a couple centimeters taller — maybe he’d even settle for the same height if you’re lucky, that’s if your personality makes up for it.

reblogs, likes and comments are greatly appreciated! thank u!

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[acupofqueercoffee]

“Make me proud”

Requests by @anonymous

Not sure if requests are open but I may have a fun one! 🤍 How about a Lesso/Reader where the reader gets placed into the school of evil, thinking and trying to convince everyone she's actually evil. But she's more of a "wholesome" evil. Not wanting to like... take over the world but more of a "hey... just curious... what's your favourite flower?" *the next day a person finds their favourite flower in a bouquet on their desk* kind of evil. Like "evil but the motive is you're happy". Technically very manipulative which is probably what ended her up in the school!

Umm you're literally sooo talented, I was just reading a Lady Lesso fic I'm crying you write angst so well 😭 I loveee angst. Would you be willing to write someday for a Never reader whose parents were Evers so they're like kinda abusive? (you don't have to go in detail since the reader is in school anyway). So maybe there's holidays and the reader doesn't want to go home or something like that and Lady Lesso comes to the rescue. Ofc it would be platonic. 💕 If you can't write it I completely understand btw! I looove your work!

i hope you guys don’t mind that i combined your requests. i just thought they would go well together. i honestly couldn’t get into detail for the first prompt. i hope you’ll still find it satisfactory! my god, seriously, genuinely thank you so much for all the compliments 🥹🫶🏻 i’m literally all over the moon 💕

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Evermore. A family famed not only for having the quintessential traits of an ever, but also for always being enrolled into the school for good.

They have been upholding this tradition for generations upon generations. In the course of history, never have there been a case of an Evermore becoming a never.

Well, at least, not until you, the only Evermore child of your parents, find yourself drenched like a rat and floating in the moat, the hauntingly dark castle of the school for evil standing before your very eyes. The black water surrounding you splashes and ripples as more and more students keep plummeting.

And just like that, you are absolutely royally fucked.

It has started out rough, your journey at the school for evil. Everyone has given you a weird look on the first day. Oh no, it certainly has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you have been sticking out like a sore thumb amongst cool goths with your flamboyantly fancy gown. During the first assembly alone, you have caught the evil dean rather blatantly burning holes into you with her scalding gaze, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed as if repulsed by your very presence. If looks could kill, you would have definitely perished right then and there.

It does not take you, a goody two shoes as your peers like to tease you, long to prove yourself.

Although it has not been ideal for a confetti bomb to be an evil student’s choice of weapon, it has splendidly done its job of distracting your opponent. That little distraction has been all you need to catch them off guard, avoiding their impending attack by sliding through the gap between their legs, and from behind, striking the back of their head with the heavy hilt of your sword. In the twinkling of an eye, they fall to the floor unconscious.

And that is that. The end.

You do not want to be presumptuous but you swear you have seen your dean’s lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. As your eyes trail further down, you catch her fingers tapping against the back of her hand, that is maintaining a firm grip on her cane, almost as if she is clapping for you in the most subtle of ways.

As far as you are aware, the last time your eyes have wandered off to the direction of the dean just before your confetti bomb explodes, she has been looking positively stressed, fingers on her forehead as she shakes her head disapprovingly. The knowledge that you must have made your hardly sway-able dean proud makes you tremendously proud and all gleeful.

Your little triumph has left you surrounded by your fellows the rest of the day. The next day, a girl in your classroom has miraculously found a big bouquet of flowers on her desk. You are just minding your own business when she comes up to you, asking if you want to hang out with her that afternoon. You have agreed, and just like that, you have gained a new never friend.

Adjusting into your new life has been relatively easy for you. You have even done a good job at it. To be unreservedly frank, from the very beginning, you do not mind being sorted into the school for evil. You have always found yourself never fully fitting in with your family, but, since your parents have always appeared so jolly reminiscing about good old days at their alma mater, and subsequently, stubbornly convinced that you will be following their steps, you have thought it best to keep quiet, not wanting to disappoint, or argue with them for that matter.

Honestly, you have never really quite understood why your family is so obsessed with upholding the tradition of always being evers, but you have believed, you have foolishly, naively believed that your parents will understand, that they will, for once, hear you out, that they will accept you for being who you are, ever or never, because at the end of the day, you are still their flesh and blood. Their only child.

“You are a disgrace to the Evermore family.”

Those words have come out of the very mouth of your own mother who has once called you her sweet little sunshine. You have been immediately declared the black sheep of the Evermore family just because you become a never, and the reality that you are but a mere pawn even to your own parents gives you the blues. It has been a bitter pill to swallow. For a while, the sadness follows you around like a shadow, but surprisingly, quicker than you can imagine, you have found tranquility in the darkness, and by the end of the week, all you see when you think back on the incident is red, a bright, burning red.

In the wee hours of the night, the school is hauntingly quiet, but today especially more so, bar the swooshes and whooshes of the arrows being released from your bow, for many have returned home for the Christmas holidays. The moon is in her prime, high on the sky. Courtesy of her soft ethereal glow, you are made aware of the presence of another, as a new shadow is casted on the ground.

“Hello, Lady Lesso.” You greet without turning, releasing another arrow that, yet again, embeds itself in the bullseye.

“Evermore.” When you turn and smile at her, she acknowledges. “You’ve been at it for hours.”

“Have you been stalking me professor?” You challenge, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand.

To your surprise, she hands you a towel that seems to have appeared out of nowhere, but after a second thought, you conclude that she must have brought it with her.

“I was simply keeping an eye on you.” The dean points around with her cane as if to emphasise her point. “It’s an ungodly hour to be practising archery.”

After a moment, she asks. “What’s bothering you?”

You sit on the grass, lies down. The stars look awfully pretty tonight.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Hmm.” With a hum, she approaches you, once again surprising you by sitting down beside you. “I see that you’ve stayed behind for Christmas.”

“Yes, well, let’s just say I’m in a bit of a sticky situation.”

“Do you want to talk?”

At this, you look at her, and find that her eyes have never left your face.

“Will you listen, Lady Lesso?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to listen, would I?”

A smile forms on your lips while a sigh escapes your lips.

“My family, that’s what’s bothering me. Scared as I was, I was also hopeful at first that perhaps they would understand. But then, I was devastated and sad when they rejected me instead of encouraging me for finally embracing my true self.” Unable to hold her gaze any longer, you aim yours back at the sky. “Now though, all I feel is anger and,…and bitter resentment. Frankly professor, I don’t think I want to do anything with them anymore. It was not me but them who shunned their own flesh and blood. I don’t want to go back to a family that can’t even accept me for who I am.”

Once you are done talking, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“You are not wrong, Evermore. I do however want you to know that you can always talk to me should you need anything. I may be evil but I’m still a teacher. I care.” Your dean’s words of encouragement have been like a soothing balm on your strained soul.

Even though you like to believe that you are not hurting anymore, when all is said and done, it, of course, is not entirely true. You have been your parents’ little sunshine after all. It baffles and wounds you all the more just how easily they can become indifferent to you. It is as if everything they have said and done, all the things that the three of you have been through together after all this time means as much as rubbish to them.

Without your parents in your life, some things can, and will never be the same again.

Which is why your dean’s words truly, truly mean a lot. You can feel that they come from deep within, uttered with sincerity.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, but can you promise me one thing, Evermore?”

You gaze follows her as she moves to stand, cane returning back to its rightful place by her side.

“Make me proud.” She says, thrusting a hand out for you to take. There is a smile on her lips, a warm, easily discernible smile, and witnessing it makes your lips stretch into a bright, beam.

“I will.” Your hand slips into the dean’s. She holds it tight, helps you onto your feet. “I promise.”

“You know Lady Lesso, you’re surprisingly very kind and considerate for someone so evil.” You remark while gathering your things, uttered without even noticing yourself.

So, by the time her cane lands on your buttocks, it has caught you off-guard. Jolted into puzzlement, you stare at her, wide-eyed. “Say that again and I’ll chop your tongue off.”

“Yes ma’am!” You make a show of zipping and locking your mouth before dramatically throwing the imaginary key into the pond.

Although the dean has shaken her head at your silliness, she has smiled at it all the same.

“Come.” And go, you do, like a lost puppy being guided into safety. “I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa. It’s Christmas after all.”

You may have decided to spend your Christmas away from your own flesh and blood, a family of evers, who cannot even appreciate you for who you are, but your Christmas has never been warmer, spent under the wing of a practical stranger, your wickedly evil never professor who cares infinitely more about you than your ever parents ever can.

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#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #fanfic #character x reader #charlize theron #sge #sge movie #sge netflix #the school for good and evil #platonic #ever never evermore what confusion 😩

[shotorozu]

hii!!! i have a lil request! its smth ive been thinking a lot about bc i love him so much, but how do u think shoto would be with someone whos like super counter-culture? like super goth or punk or gyaru or smth! im personally really into goth and have lots of facial piercings including some that are not super common like angel fangs as well as a bunch of tattoos, brightly dyed hair and dress kinda trad goth on the regular w bones and all that.

i can kinda see him maybe catching interest in someone whos so outside of the norm in style as a way to kinda fuck w his dad since he grew up so traditionally and all that, but also he seems like he'd be too kind to actually follow through with dating someone solely to spite his dad.

skfbdidjd idk! i just kinda wanna hear other ppls thoughts on it! i hope u have a good holiday season and a good new year!

(gender neutral reader, no pronouns mentioned— i tried to be very broad when it came to describing aspects of aesthetics)

ohh i think shouto being with someone that’s super counter culture is an interesting concept

before meeting them, he’d probably walk past them— his future s/o decked out in super cool accessories (including piercings), tattoos and dyed hair, and his neck would almost SNAP due to how fast he looked back at them 😭😭

it’s a culture shock, he obviously isn’t used to people that are so.. non-traditional? if he brought you in front of his dad then his dad would probably freeze up (ironically) and get sent to the hospital in an ambulance.

he’d be in awe just by looking at them standing, breathing, doing nothing— the wrist guards (solely for aesthetics, a shock for shouto since he needs those in the heroics) leg warmers, colorful hairpins, intricate and one of the kind hairstyles—

your overall fashion sense has him gawking.

it’s almost rude (and is about to become that way) the way he’s just opening staring at you like some kid on an airplane— but y’know, he’s kinda cute so you don’t make much of it. on top of that, you should probably mind your business, and not start some beef with the current #1 hero’s youngest and also famous son.

when he gets to know you more, he finds himself liking you— whether or not your personality aligns perfectly with your chosen aesthetic, or it’s the polar opposite, he finds himself sticking to you like some lost puppy.

it’s a perfect 50:50 of “i think your personality is cool” and “i need to follow you because i need to look at you more. you LOOK cool”

so he dates you for the reasons above and also because he wants to piss off his dad— because again, looking at you could send endeavor into a shock. (and he dates you genuinely because he actually really likes you and wouldn’t use you without your consent just to spite his very traditional father)

all backstory aside, he goes to you when he needs advice to level up his appearance— that includes fashion. anything you say is noteworthy, and he will absolutely take any advice as long as you say it.

he also comes to you for advice for piercings especially.

yeah, because y’know how it looked like he had some cartilage piercings in some of the latest official arts? he definitely went to you to ask for the pain level and aftercare.

“will it hurt?”

“yeah.. it’s cartilage after all. what if you got a lobe piercing first? you don’t have one.”

“i trust you. :)) so i’ll get one if you say so.”

he would’ve made you pierce his ears— or he did make you. it depends on how okay, and experienced you are with it. (and even if you weren’t— he’d still want you to do it 💀 it’s a good thing you could say no)

he’d also want to know the backstory behind any of your tattoos if you have any.

and he’d also want to try everything with you— that includes touching up your hair dye, getting new clothes, painting your nails, doing your makeup— the endless amount of things he’s willing to do with you, and assist you with 😭 i need someone like that

anyways, besides everything fashionable— he is your number one defender.

someone (for some stupid reason) said out loud “when i think of todoroki, i can’t imagine him being with someone like Y/N..”

and before anyone could say anything else, he just blankly replies with

“when i think of you, i can’t imagine you with anyone.”

that causes everybody to shut up, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from breaking into a smile.

he’s ruthless sometimes 😭

#tldr: he’s in love your honor 😻 #🗣—. talks !! #🫂.thanks‼️ #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x y/n #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you #shouto x reader #shouto imagines #shouto fluff #todoroki shouto headcanons #shouto headcanons #bnha headcanons #todoroki shouto fanfic

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Article on Rammstein/Flake - Berliner Zeitung 2023-03-18

author:Martin Schuler

attempt at translation

A spoonful of sugar in the goulash: Rammstein and Flake's special role in the band

Why are Rammstein the most misunderstood band in the country? What does their music actually want and what is the special part keyboardist Flake plays?

There is no band in this country over which German article-writers have broken their pen with such force as Rammstein. Shortly after the band was founded in 1994, journalists shot poisoned darts at the targets they had identified. Since then, their chain of arguments has been as follows: the sextet not only uses National Socialist stylistics, but also stands accordingly in the intellectual tradition of fascism.

Aesthetic parallels were found in abundance: On the one hand, there was the mechanical opulence of the stage design. Secondly, there is the pathos that shakes marrow and bones that accompanies it. Other points in the indictment list authoritative poses, hypermasculine behavior and singer Till Lindemann's frenetically rolled "R". His band colleague and keyboardist Christian "Flake" Lorenz once told the music magazine Rolling Stone that the people in the GDR had taken the mentality with them to the unified Germany to take bad criticism from the press as recognition: "As long as media like 'Stern' or 'Spiegel ' hate us, the world is okay."

Rammstein never really understood the discourses about supposedly right-wing tendencies. The basic attitude of the band was that they grew up as punks and goths; on the other hand, with Nazis there were fights in their youth. In fact, Rammstein made decisions in the past that were grist to the mill of their primarily West German opponents. For example, a music video for the cover song "Stripped" released in 1998 contained material by Leni Riefenstahl - the director who once staged Hitler's ideology with her propaganda films. Rammstein admitted their mistake.

Pleasure in provocation: Rammstein and right-wing extremism

They wanted to put an end to the media accusations shortly after the turn of the millennium. On the piece "Links 2 3 4" published in 2001 it says frankly: "You want my heart in the right place / But then I look down / It beats to the left / Left, two, three, four". The refrain missed the desired signal effect. To this day, a wide variety of newspapers print comments on their culture pages that declare Rammstein to be 'undesirable formation'. It must not be forgotten that those mechanisms have always been helpful to the band's outrageous success.

The Rammstein musicians enjoy the provocation, and anyone who sows an affront will reap indignation. It's all part of the game, Rammstein are aware of that. But there is an essential difference, whether the writing guild calls the group a fright of the citizens or declares it to be a right-wing extremist. Anyone who postulates the latter should be really sure and otherwise remain quiet. The roots of Rammstein's theatrical style and larger-than-life staging can be traced back to the 1930s. That is indisputable. What many journalists all too often overlook, on the other hand, is the deliberately caricaturing portrayal of brute nationalism. Perhaps because people in Germany can't stand the satirization of their own dark history, they overlook the deliberate exaggeration stumbles over false floors and misjudges breaks in the martial performance. At this point it should be mentioned that in other parts of the world people have far fewer problems recognizing Rammstein's staged acts as such.

Counterpoint within Rammstein: the keyboard player Flake

Rammstein keyboardist Flake Lorenz also embodies a counterweight to the rock-solid male figures. His slim stature and glasses give him a certain fragility, they ironically contrast the rest of the band. In his role as an oddball, it's up to him to relax the robot-like choreography with bizarre interludes. The keyboarder has been rowing a rubber boat over the audience since the late 1990s. Also, as a comic character on the show, he has already stewed in a saucepan and been doused with molten metal in a bathtub.

Long before all this circus, there was Feeling B. In 1994, Rammstein emerged from that East Berlin fun punk group, only Flake Lorenz took his time with his "conversion" to Rammstein. The riffs were too blunt for him, the aura was too severe. According to Rammstein guitarist Paul Landers, it took a lot of convincing, but the young band didn't get tired of getting on their knees. They needed a person who countered them: "If Rammstein is goulash, then you have to put a spoonful of sugar in it so that the goulash tastes good," said Landers at the end of the nineties.

Diabolical but democratic: the East Berlin band Rammstein

To stay with the image: the metaphorical sugar as a counterpart to the acidity of the tomato did not fail to have an effect, the recipe tasted good on all continents. Only a few years after their founding, Rammstein were about to bring the 'Neue Deutsche Härte' genre they had cultivated into the world. The basic musical plan: Fast, American and distorted heavy metal guitars, the drums thrash a Teutonic four-four time. Flake Lorenz's playing on the keyboard loosens up the seemingly diabolical and, in itself, simple sound construction. In the production, he is also responsible for the samples, the choirs and strings, thus transporting Rammstein into the world of pop - just think of "Engel", one of their most prominent songs.

Incidentally, Rammstein make each of their decisions after a democratic majority vote, all votes carry the same weight. Even Lindemann's lyrics are up for debate within the band before each album. Drummer Christoph Schneider once described his band as a creature that can only grow up when all six members are together. The musicians are divided, especially with regard to the question of how much circus a rock band can actually take. For Lindemann, sparkles and flames are an essential part, others sometimes see the music pushed too far into the background.

Calculated taboo breaking: Rammstein and the evil topics

Throughout their career, Rammstein has broken countless social taboos: BDSM, incest, abuse, drug use, pyromania, necrophilia, cannibalism, voyeurism and sex tourism. They have negotiated all these topics on their eight studio albums in almost three decades. The fact that Lindemann mostly writes in the first person gives his stories a frontal immediacy. Of course that polarizes and it's obviously too much for some people. In March 2019, Rammstein released the single "Deutschland". According to old practice, they shocked in advance with a thirty-second snippet.

It shows the band members disguised as concentration camp inmates being led to the gallows - the spiral of outrage continued as usual. Finally, the nine-minute monument from a music video appeared, and with it the treatise on the atrocities of German history. Rammstein didn't heroize, they bluntly flaunted this country's DNA. The lines cannot – they must – be read as an unmistakable positioning: “Germany! Your love is a curse and a blessing! Germany! I can't give you my love.” Here lies the heart of the matter: Rammstein have always revealed the destructive power inherent in our German nature. Let's learn to keep the demons at bay!

#rammstein article #a very good one imo #fully agree with this view #rammstein #flake lorenz

[strayheartless]

what are some of the recipes witch angeal has made from his "family recipe" book? any fam favorites? any faves the boys have?

hello! I'm so sorry its taken me so long to answer, I've literally been agonising over Recipes trying to figure out what Goth Witch Angeal would bake 😆.

(I will say that insporation for much of this comes from Sweeny Todd, the curious creations of Christine McConnel and a handfull of Grims Fairytales.)

Okay, so Angeals Go to recipe is meat pie. The thing about this AU is I like towing the line between fantasy and realism with these Characterisations, so you never really know whether they are just Goth and Wiccan or actual storybook witches.

The meat pie started as a joke to scare the local church goers. in the early days of Gen and Angeals relationship, Angeal grudgingly went to church with Genesis in order to "present themselves properly" to the community. Genesis Grew up Catholic, and He is actually still quite religious in a rather hethenistic "Chriso-pagan" kind of way... The crusifix shaped scar at his Clavical that he's had for over 200- I mean... 2 years doesn't seem to deter him from standing on hallowed ground.

They'd been invited to a pot luck, and the woman that had extended it to them had done so incredibly passive agressivly. people like that grated on Angeal... so he'd turned to Mimsy (the recipe book) who immidiatly flipped to the page on meat pie.

To this day the people of the church don't know whether they ate human flesh or not...

The Fam as some more "normal" faves:

Angeals recipe for tri-chocolate brownies is Zacks favorite

Edger is a big fan of both his seed loaf and his mouse mix (its exactly what you think)

Genesis is fond of his Red velvet Cake. he does not use food dye to colour it red. do with that information what you will.

Sephiroth adores his Sea food Risotto, as well as literally anything with Chocolate in it. If anyone ever left Sephiroth in the woods, the only reason he wouldn't get eaten by the witch in the gingerbread house is because he too is a witch.

Cloud would eat Angeals Harvest special Pumpkin pie for every meal for the rest of his life if he could. allas Angeal will not let him.

food traditions include:

Angeals secret Ham recipe (no you may not know) at Yule. They don't eat turkey for many reasons. the main one being Zack complains it sucks allthe moisture out of his mouth. the second main one being Genesis prefers his meat extremely rare... for reasons.

During Imbolc they tend to eat deviled eggs until Zack hits food coma status. once he starts he can't stop.

During Litha they eat Honey cakes Which are some of Angeals personal favorites. usually this is with homemade mead or elderflower wine.

Mabon is all about soup. mostly pumpkin, sometimes carrot. Angela will absoloutly admit to getting the pumpkin soup recipe from a childrens book.

Samhain is all about spice and warmth, so Chillies, and Stews, and cornbreads, and soups and all kinds of things. There is also a lot of Pomigranits involved. Cloud seems to like sitting on the kitchen counter, feeding everyone who passes the seeds. Thats why They all refer to them as their personal persephony.

Beltane is again all about the Honey as well as fresh fruit and veg. Strawbery cream cake must be consumed. it is the law. And Angeal is 100% aware it is an aphrodesiac, thats why he bakes it. feeding Sephiroth strawberries is always fun.

#ask #anon ask #anonymous #goth witch partners #goth witch boyfriends #genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth crescent #ffvii #ff7

[dazzle-writes]

Hello :) would it be okay if I could have a demon slayer matchup for both a hashira and a demon in headcanon format :)

I am a straight 24 year old female, pronouns are she/her who stands at 5’3 and my star sign is Capricorn. I have long black hair and hazel eyes, fashion wise I normally dress in black and other dark colours as black and purple are my favourite colours, I normally wear skinny jeans and combat boots so generally punk style or goth style. On special occasions I dress more girly, and my love language includes small touches and acts of service and in terms of relationships mutual respect for one another’s interests and hobbies is always a plus.

I’m normally shy when talking to people for the first and scared to approach people. When I get to know people, I am more open and hyper around them. I really enjoy testing myself and improving myself as a whole, I also like to take care of other people and make sure they’re doing okay. I normally spend my time watching horror movies, playing video games, reading, listening to music and I love watching anime’s such as JJBA, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan etc. My favourite music genre is rock or metal and my favourite group at the minute is Rammstein. My ideal dates are normally visiting museums, anything historical, or going to the cinema and having dinner as long as we bond and spend time together.

Thank you for you time, I hope you have a fantastic day :)

Hello hello hello!! I'd be happy to give you a matchup!!!!

For demon I am definitely thinking Kokushibo!!! He appreciates your love for history and will often sit down with you and let you talk about what interests you and then goes "Actually, thats wrong." Because he was there or alive during that time!!!

~Definitely loves when you sit with him while he meditates, after a while he lets you comb and play with his hair because he claims he can focus more ;)

~Likes that you are a fan of one-on-one time, that's definitely his love language as well!!

~Loves that you get bouts of the zoomies when you get closer. He's not very energetic in terms of excitement for things, so he loves to listen to you and watch you

~doesn't understand your music taste. He's a bit more....traditional to put it lightly so when you have more masculine/harsher interests his brain kinda shuts down to process.

~Big soft cuddly man when sad, hunts you down and just picks you up to cuddle

~He doesn't eat human food obviously, but really likes to surprise you with meals once or twice a month! Bonus if you let him feed from you in return.

~Does not let you around the other uppermoons. No exceptions. Does his best to keep you from Muzan too. The reason he does this? He doesn't want you spilling the beans that he's a cuddler and a history nerd like you.

For a Hashira I was torn between either Giyuu or Gyomei! I ultimately chose Gyomei simply because he also gives off that big softie vibe.

~Believe it or not, he makes a lot of "hey good lookin" blind jokes. None of the other Hashiras believe you.

~Also will just hoist you onto his shoulders sometimes

~LOVES LOVES LOVES your tenacity and willingness to improve. Its something he admires so much about you it brings him to tears

~speaking of tears!!!

~a comprehensive list of everything Gyomei cries about involving you:

any time you say "I love you"

any time you cuddle

any time you make him dinner

any time you listen to him talk about his past

any time you are away for more than five minutes

any time.

~Loves if you cry with him.

~He loves teaching you about Buddhism and loves it if you know about the history behind it. If you ever go to a museum you will have to describe everything you see, which he loves because he loves hearing your voice.

~You two do an in-home date night every week if you can, where you make dinner together and talk about your week

~If you are a demon slayer, then you two def train together. You probably end up becoming Hashira-level due to your time spent with him. You def help with the battle against Kokushibo, and for some reason he can't help but go a little soft on you. Wonder why?

~You definitely make sure he is alive at the end of that fight

~You take over an orphanage together and every time he hears you with children he cries FOUNTAINS of tears.

You want both? You get both

~Dating the top Uppermoon and top Hashira is.....well, good for you!

~Lets just say this is a redemption au where all the Kizuki join with the demon slayers to end Muzan

~Originally you had just been with Gyomei, but the uppermoons had to live with a Hashira to be basically babysat. So, Kokushibo was picked to go with Gyomei!!!

~Kokushibo didn't realize another person lived there until you came home, and then promptly held your sword to his neck

~Lord he just about fell for you then

~Gyomei explains the situation, and you immediately apologize. No sooner have you said the words "I'm sorry", then you are asking him a bazillion questions about things he witnessed in history.

~Gyomei just sighs and lets you run yourself out of energy.

~Eventually you get to a point where they both like to cuddle you, so you're wrapped up in a Gyomei-Kokushibo sandwich. They both just alternate between stroking your hair or your cheek. Once Gyomei trusts Kokushibo enough he falls asleep with you, and Kokushibo watches over you both.

~Occasionally you and your two mans will walk into a Kizuki/Hashira meeting and Sanemi and Akaza side eye each other because they do NOT understand how you pulled them.

I hope you enjoyed!!!!

#kokushibo x reader #gyomei x reader #demon slayer #matchups #razz writes

[vampire-the-askerade]

Vampire’s Halloween Outfits

[Was going to do a big catch up thing on Halloween, seeing as it’s vampires and all. But, then my night got away from me, so to make up for it I made a big list for old time’s sake.]

Camarilla

LaCroix- He wouldn’t dress up. If there was something that he was required to dress for like say a charity event to cover his tracks or a Camarilla event of some kind, then he would do a ballroom suit and a simple masquerade mask

Sheriff- He wouldn’t do much, maybe just do something like put a Halloween themed pin or patch on his coat

Therese- She would do something like a simple witch costume, that was more on the period accurate and modest

Strauss- He wouldn’t do a costume per se, but he knows how to humor his pupils (and secretly himself) by wearing one of his more detailed coats that make him look like he’s straight out of a gothic horror novel.

Nosferatu

Imalia- Totally could see her wearing something along the lines of a sexy angel outfit

Mitnick- A typical looking IT guy. Honestly, it’s more of a costume for him to wear, “regular,” clothes

Barabus- Batman. He likes to stalk the shadows, stand on buildings, and hopefully make some kid’s night if they notice him. Not to mention, the mask covers most of his face which makes blending in a bit easier

Bertram- He’d dress a Count Orlock. He’s got a good sense of humor about things

Gary- The phantom of the opera. He sees himself as the tragic, disfigured artist, and this is the one night a year he and dress that way without people calling him dramatic.

Anarchs

Jeanette- She would dress as about anything as long as it has the word sexy as a descriptor and shows as much cleavage as possible. Partial to being a cat though

Damsel- She would do something simple like maybe a Halloween themes t-shirt with some face paint and a head band. Something that still counts as a costume, but can be switched to regular clothes if needed

Skelter- He would wear a black shirt. That’s all

Jack- Talks about how he’s got a kick-ass costume for the whole week leading up to Halloween. Comes to the bar wearing his usual outfit and saying that he dressed as a crazy biker

Nines- might wear something that’s more punk-goth than his usual attire. It might look like a regular outfit for someone else, but certainly is at least a bit dressed up for him

Independents

Isaac- Wouldn’t dress up. Much like LaCroix if there was something that required him to, he would only wear a mask, though his would be more plain

Ash- Dresses up as a werewolf because he thinks it’s funny. He needs some form of humor in his life

VV- She would like to dress up like a celebrity of some sort, with the fancy dress and plenty of jewelry. It might need to turn sexy depending on if she’s working that night or not

Beckett- Wha- it’s the end of October already? He’s been holed up in his studies for the whole month. He put on a witch hat. That works, right?

Other

Ming Xiao- Nothing. She has more things to worry about than silly, candy holidays

Pisha- Doesn’t dress up, but enjoys to have a night where she can just walk around with little people questioning what she looks the way she does

Andrea- He LOVES Halloween. Does up his face every year. Literally. It also amazes him how much people will accept as prop decor and make up work.

Cabby/Caine- Hasn’t been around the tradition long enough to realize that people don’t actually think they’re fooling anyone. He’s so off putting that people think he’s dressed up when he’s just walking around.

#vampire the masquerade bloodlines #vtmb

[deadlypastelcutieart]

I’ve been working on this ref and this long ass bio for the past couple of months and it’s finally finish! My updated ref for my sona, Deadly! ^ ^

Of course my sona is based on the pastel goth aesthetic, but I also have some inspirations of her world based on a bit of dentities of traditional fillipino religion such as anito or diwata. I also based on her backstory on the whole multiverse trend that we of course been seeing a lot in media lately, but hey! I think it’s really cool! And of course, mystical creatures that are related to death.

Name: Deadly, kulay rosas Mang-aai

Age: unknown

Gender: female

Species: Deathbiter

Height: 62”

Weight: 117”

Personality: She's pretty bubbly and loves to express herself. No matter if it’s standing out of the gloomy dark colors with her love for her heritage’s signature brightly pastel colored clothing, or just decorating her personal belongings with anything cutesy she can find! She’s also a very playful creature both towards her friends and her enemies. Well, for enemies, she love to surprise them by sneak attacking with her skills by hiding in the shadows. Deadly’s very brave and loves to take on challenges and fight powerful creatures and enemies during work as a death entity. As a powerful death entity she doesn’t see powerful enemies as “powerful” as she can easily kill them no problem. 

However despite the fact she’s a powerful monster of death she doesn’t use her powerful abilities much. Not because she’s lazy, she’s concerned about the use of her god-like powers, and how will it affect people. She’s actually not that cruel with people’s death. She’s very caring about helping lost souls and death as a whole. She does feel sad whenever people die and how, no matter how tragic the cause is. She has feelings and can’t stand people suffering or even let people make others suffer for their own evil will.  She is determined to make sure everyone lives a happy life before death.

Her flaw is that she tries to be calm and cool as a goth would but sometimes if not taken seriously which happens most often due to her outfit, her monster form would suddenly activate causing her to go on vicious attacks towards others, this gives her a hard time to control. And when using her most powerful powers, she can easily get exhausted. She’s also stubborn and wants things to go her way. 

Powers/Abilities:

Absolute immortality

Death’s bite

Afterlife connecting

Weapon magic

Resurrection

Mind control/Mind control resistance

Possession

Levitation

Shapeshifting

Omniside

Ribbon manipulation

Teleportation

Mind erase

Nocturnal vision

Reality warp

Mediumship

Eternal youth

Weakness:

Unstable control of powers

Losing or unable to use her morbid sparkle wand

Exhaustion when using one of her powerful abilities

Being attacked physically during in possession mode 

Entrapment

Backstory:

Deadly was born during the age when the first group of universes was formed, most specifically in the pastel dimension. She was created during a ritual in the middleworld using the dna of her parents’s deathbiters form’s hair to give her their powers of immortality, shapeshifting, and their deathbiter fangs that would giver her the ability to kill someone easily with one vicious bite! But then during the rituals, the three goddesses from above decided to offer the deathbiters three gifts to the ritual for the newborn. The first to give was the goddess of nature that placed three roses that includes the colors pink, blue, and purple, which gives the child a sweet, mysterious, and charming personality. The second gift came from the goddess of the ocean and placed a seashell to give her strength, and finally the goddess of the sky gave a feather of an angel’s black wing to give them the ability to fly. And with that, Deadly was created as the daughter of the rulers of the afterlife.

Since birth, she was born in her deathbiter form and wasn’t able to have the ability to turn into a human until she was a child. Her parents took care of her very well thought the years and lived in their huge palace in the  and taught her how to use her powers like turning into a shadow to attack prey and using her senses to detect danger. Later on she was able to learn how to fly with the wings she was born with in her deathbiter form, which wasn’t easy at first. As she grew into an older kid, she attended an death academy in order to follow her parents footsteps in becoming a reaper and the next ruler of the land of the dead in the pastelworld. She even took some time outside of school to learn witchcraft from a friend of her parents.

However, one day when little deadly was playing with some of her undead animal friends in the dreadful woods, she almost tripped on a tree’s root and that trigged an power that she never used before! She suddenly transported to another dimension, a post-apocalyptic world that was destroyed, buildings covered with creepy veins, and the citizens where mind-controlled by these brain sucking creatures on their heads. Deadly was scared and didn’t know how to get home. But then she was caught by one of those mind controlling creatures that spotted her. She tried to run away and it suddenly bit her head. Thankfully, she wasn’t under control of that creature that bit her as she had the power to resist mind control and killed it with her death’s bite. She was then found by her parents and was rescued later on. Back at the palace when she told her parents about what happened and the strange power she mentioned, her parents where highly concerned about this as they never heard of this huge dimensional transporting power she had. So they decided to talk to the gods about this discovery their daughter made with the new power she received. They where shocked and curious how she received this power of traveling through other dimensions. As this ability was never harnessed by any deathbiters. And they had an important rule that they weren’t allowed to go to other worlds or even take souls outside their dimension. But it wasn’t till the goddess of the stars predicted the future of their daughter and the power she received. She suggested that this power was actually a good thing, and she predicted that Deadly might receive even more powers that are more greater than any deathbiters, but she in the future would put it in good use. She even sense that Deadly might be the answer in fixing the damaged dimensions and getting rid of any damage due to a hero’s demise. 

However, her mom and dad were highly concerned about this prediction she made and the powers she would gain from that. And with that, they decided to ban her from going outside the pastelworld for her safety. However, that wouldn’t mean taking away her power of traveling into other dimensions. As a bit of a rebellious child, Deadly used this power as a way to escape from the pressure and responsibilities she had to endure as being a princess and explore what other worlds are there, since she secretly watches her parents observe each and every multiverse outside. She tried to visit worlds that would be safe and don't have any danger. She would often disguise herself and play with the citizens or just be alone and just read her books. She kept doing this as she continued to grow and get a bit stronger. 

By the time she was a teenager, she moved out of the academy to join a high school for reapers. She was so far the top student in the school and even acing a lot of tests. But also during the time, her parents decided it was time for her to receive her own weapon. She was given from the gods and goddess the morbid sparkle wand. A wand that was specifically made for her and to use for casting spells and can turn into any weapon. She was happy to receive her very own weapon and promised her parents to use it for good! But due to how rebellious she was against her parents' concern, she takes her morbid sparkle wand wherever she goes and used it for traveling into other dimensions. But when she entered a world that was destroyed and under the control of an evil empire and a powerful villain, she was immediately caught by the villain’s controlled slaves. When confronted by the powerful enemy that rules the world, Deadly wasn’t afraid and demanded that he release the citizens from his control. He refused to do so and tried to kill her. Little did he know that he couldn’t kill the young woman. Even using his mind controlling abilities can’t be used on her. This lead to a huge battle against her which was a difficult battle for Deadly. But in the end, she was able to kill him with one bite with her deathbiter form and was able to take his soul. Once she won the fight, she tried using her magic to restore the world and break the citizens mind control. However that led to her energy to drain from using those powerful magic. She was later found by her mom and dad. Disappointed by her sneaking away from her castle and dimension, they soon realized that she defeated a strong enemy and was able to restore the world to what it was. They where actually surprised and remembered the prediction that the goddess of the stars made earlier, that she would do good for every world and dimension. 

She convinced her parents that she wanted to be a hero and doesn’t want any innocent person to die by the hands of evil. She always believed that dimensions shouldn’t be destroyed and erased away, and she was always someone who actually never want to see the innocent fall and be killed. She also thought there is a way to let lost souls find a new and better home that isn’t suffering. Her mom and dad then decided to let her travel through worlds and fight against powerful enemies. And with that, they decided to make the underworld in the  pastelworld a new home for lost souls in different dimensions, with the help of some friends of hers. 

To this day, Deadly became an inter-dimensional hero of every universe. She dedicates her day to watch over every universe outside of her and helps heroes in the shadows. She also finds and collects lost and recently deceased souls and brings them back to her world to live peacefully and to be cleansed. Deadly’s parents and the gods of the pastelworld support her mission to secretly keep every dimension and worlds safe from destruction.

Hobbies:

Practicing her magic spells

Creating dolls and sewing plush toys

Painting and drawing

Listing to some of the best gothy music

Baking

Doing flight races at the local sports arena

Dressmaking

horseback riding with her undead unicorn Serenade

Playing tricks and pranks while dimensional traveling (Only dose this to those who deserve it)

Wrecking costume parties she never gets invited to

Training to fight

Spending time with her undead animal friends

Interests:

Ribbons and bows

Cute and Lacy dresses

Sparkles

Watching animated shows in her multidimensional television

Playing video games

Anything pink

Deserts

Discovering other dimensions and worlds

Spiked and gothic accessories

Goth, K-pop, Alternative, J-pop, and Lo-fi music

Stargazing

Magical artifacts

Soft sweaters

Dislikes:

Wearing disgusting colors

Having her clothes being messed and stained

Dealing with heroes who aren’t committed to saving the world and die too many times. Which means she has to come up with creative punishments to teach them a lesson.

Cults

Evil people who are only for destruction

Dealing with Lottie's antics around the castle and her messing with her magic spells 

Mind controlling villains

Her dad sometimes teasing her for fun

Extras:

The bow on her hair is actually a living creature that she names Lacy. Lacy helps her fight and can sharpen her ribbon arms to cut anything, stretch, and help her hold things. The ribbon on her choker however is controlled by Deadly’s mind.

Deadly loves to eat but every time she eats something outside her world it would rot and decay due to her death’s bite ability which she get upsets sometimes, so in order to prevent her death’s bite powers to make the food she eats decay she wears a special fang protector to prevent her death powers from making the food she eats rot.

She also a social worker at the home for lost and troubled souls that she founded. She helps comfort  recently dead people that she brought back to her world and tries to change evil souls to be good. However she’s not the best with that…

Sometimes when her parents aren’t available for important meetings she would take their place and meet with either the gods and goddesses, or the council of death beings. She dose try her best to be professional, but she easily falls asleep if she feels bored.

In order to hide her identity she would change her name to “Dee-Dee”. But she has many nicknames that her enemies and mostly fortune tellers would call her, “The pink death”, “The one with the terrifying ribbons”, “The beast with pretty ribbons”, “Ribbon-choker”, “The sweet killer”, and “Bright colored outlaw”. But she rather be mostly calls herself “The inter dimensional princess of death.”

She’s the reason why when some of your favorite cartoons always have that bad ending of an episode and then after that,  goes back to normal and has everyone not remembering what happened the last time! It’s not an easy job but she at least brings in her workers to help her out in cleaning up and restoring a world to it’s former glory. 

She had an undead unicorn name Serenade that she would sometimes ride on to travel through worlds. She was given as a gift from her mom and dad. She thinks of her as a loyal friend! 

During nighttime, she takes graveyard duty and watches over a graveyard that she’s assigned to watching to make sure no one is out to raise an army of the undead and disturb their slumber. She’s alone mostly during this job, but she dose her best to be on guard.

Her morbid sparkle wand has not only the power to cast spells but it can also turn into any weapon she chooses. She mostly changes to a scythe, but she loves changing her wand into a gun just for fun!

#my art #original art #artist reference sheet #character reference sheet #deadly mang-aai #sona #pastel goth

[argumate]

so I finally watched Dune (Villeneuve's) and it was entertaining, pretty much what I expected, I'm glad I watched it.

it has some good visuals, some decent actors, a dramatic score, possibly over-dramatic but that's appropriate.

the space scenes were excellent, cold and inhuman like 2001, vast geometric shapes moving in unnerving ways.

I liked the blocky solidity of the palaces, the theatrical effect of the empty spaces and the subtle decoration in the rooms.

that damn bull though -- they kept cutting back to it but what did it really signify? it represents the cruelty and capriciousness of the Old Duke, a trace of which should be visible in Duke Leto, but I don't think we see that at all in this film, perhaps it just represents another bold gamble taken and lost.

I imagined the fief on Caladan as being more like the Mediterranean, Aegean, or Indian Ocean in character, more suited to the Greco-Roman, Byzantine, and Persian influences that you imagine would describe the Atreides, but somehow it ended up more... Scottish?? the Atreides legions fight like a (distressingly undisciplined) hoplite phalanx but march out to bagpipes, maybe it's supposed to be an example of traditional Greek bagpipes, I don't know

at any rate the cliffs over the sea are dramatic and it's fun watching Paul stalk about dressed like a goth Victorian schoolboy as his father comfortingly tells him that he doesn't need to take on the burden of the family legacy if he doesn't want to (while the tombs of a dozen generations of his ancestors watch on in silent reproach)

I felt that the drama and pageantry of the introduction faltered a little when they reached the city of Arrakeen, which was a disappointing muddle of generic computer generated dusty metal that seemed very slapdash and poorly thought out compared to all the other settings, undermining the battle over it which was to come.

(and the battle was uninspiring, watching the feared Atreides legions run out in their pyjamas in disarray to face foes they didn't even notice were coming until after they arrived)

I'm quite familiar with the Dune books so it was interesting watching the movie and seeing how the sheer number of characters made it impossible to give many of them any meaningful characterisation or emotional development.

I was very pleased to see Chang Chen playing Doctor Yueh, but he is given no time to demonstrate his affection for Paul and Jessica nor the helpless compulsion that drives him to betray them, while Gurney and Duncan chew the scenery as best they can but can't quite convince you that they actually serve any purpose in the story (Paul's son is going to bring back a thousand clones of Aquaman?) and the Reverend Mother does a good job but has lost the nuances she had in the book ("I must have wanted you to fail").

"the Beast" Rabban portrayed by Dave Bautista (love that guy!) was one stand out I thought, mostly because this brute of a man comes across as nothing but a scared child next to his uncle, providing an excellent contrast for the nihilistic menace of the slug-like baron.

the baron is-- absurd of course, I mean he's even more absurd in the book, a corpulent flamboyant cackling caricature of a man, you could say this take is boringly toned down or you could say it's ludicrously over the top (he bathes in black sludge? seriously? you have to admire his commitment to the aesthetic, even if that's a Shrek move) but it's basically impossible to film a guy like this in a believable way and you just have to go for it.

the scene that sold the baron for me is when he's tucking into a solo banquet with his semi-conscious cousin Leto draped naked over a chair at the other side of the crazy long table, then when Yueh is brought in he activates his suspensors and silently rises into the air like a squid and drifts across the table towards us in a ghostly blur, all while the camera stays fixed on Leto's frozen rictus; the lack of focus echoes what Leto must be experiencing and is devastatingly effective.

the Fremen and Atreides and Harkonnen and Sardaukar have their own languages which is very cool (and Yueh speaks some Mandarin!) but why do the bad guys sound like they're using bad voice filters, they're being portrayed like literal orcs to the point that it begins to feel weird.

ornithopters are stupid but you have to admit these dragonfly contraptions do look pretty cool.

the worms get a lot of build up -- and I was surprised they preserved the harvester scene from the book almost verbatim, it felt like it consumed a lot of time -- but it's very satisfying when you finally see them rippling through the dune sea, it brings home the shifting danger of the desert sands in a way I wasn't expecting.

Paul has visions of the jihad but he never says the word "jihad".

splitting the movie in two is obviously necessary but the split is awkward, and it's really not helped by clunky lines like "this is only the beginning".

Chani gets a lot of vision time but what can you even say when you meet the teenager with whom you can precognitively remember several decades of future marriage?

still, bookending the movie with Chani is consistent with the book, that begins and ends with the women in Paul's life: Chani, Irulan, Jessica, something that always seemed like an interesting choice.

there is a lot more I would say about Dune but it would mostly be about the book rather than movie; this was a decent adaptation given the constraints of the medium, hopefully it won't be the last.

[dykeza]

FILENAME: I despise thee, who holds thine heart within his fist.

NOTES: ITS FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS DONE ITS OVER WITH GODLESS ANIMAL/DARLING ADORED/I DESPISE THEE YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my GOD, ive tried to conceptualize this piece for WEEKS, i actually planned on posting it aishin -> urazen -> urashin BUT i cannot help myself i had to give the people (me and the other urashin enjoyers) something to chew on. Originally, this piece wasn't supposed to look like this At All it was supposed to be much more..... idk, boring. It looked boring and had too much going on (RIP rope you shall not be missed).

Then, one night recently, I was like "what if it was a hug." because WHAT IF it was a HUG. This composition feels much more on par w/ this series, extremely close glimpses of saints and tragedy holding each other close, studying and committing the moment to memory. Just in case.

But back to this piece solely, I knew in my second concept (which i didnt post) that i wanted to incorporate the cross seals from Godless Animal, both as a "fuck you get sealed" and also as a catalyst for being completely and totally Enraptured with someone. The slight difference is of course Kisuke stabbing himself And Aizen, which is mostly just symbolism about how much Kisuke devalues and objectifies himself. He is not a person, a victim of circumstance; he is a defective shield, something rusted and shattering at the slightest strain, and he has failed to do his job. I covered Aizen's face because i didnt want to draw it, tbfh..... but it can also be a callback to Shinji's mask in the other two pieces. ONE THING, however, that i'm v proud of is the hogyoku (im on desktop so excuse my no-accent writing), as it stands in for the halos/suns found in the other pieces. Nothing about two-way subjugation and submission is holy, this piece is not one of silent dissection (godless animal), and not one of blind reverence (darling adored). Its one of desperation and Apology. Idk. its the last installation so im a little sentimental HAHAHHA.

Working on these pieces, conceptualizing new ways to consume and create these characters was so fun. I had so much fun creating these works without really talking about them or their process, simply creating and putting out little subsections of my art. I don't work digitally very often, and i dont use color (besides hues of gray) in my traditional work, so when i get the chance i really try to exercise my color theory brain. Rose x Kanaya colors, im not sorry. goth Freudian-slip girl to aizen enjoyer pipeline is REAL and i am a victim of it.

Genuinely, thank you for all the notes and comments on my other pieces, both from this collection and just towards my art and writing in general. I get so excited to read all of your comments and notes and reblogs, it does so much for my drive to create. If it weren't for some close friends and mutuals, I don't know if I'd even post my work online for anyone except myself and the..... lemme check......... ONE THOUSAND AND FIFTY-THREE OF YOU WHO FOLLOW ME. what the FUCK. Anyways, this rant is getting too long and i have GOTTTT to post this soon so i can acquire sweet sweet sweet compliments on it tbh. I love you all and again thank you <3 - DYKEZA

#my art #kisuke urahara #sousuke aizen #urazen #bleach fanart #oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah ITS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #pinned #FILENAME SERIES

[gender-trash]

hi, new followers who are here because of the bookbinding post! can i interest you in something that is Not That?

By long-standing tradition within dōjutsu clans — overriding even the laws of the hidden villages, because it stretches back to well before the hidden villages were founded — a clan member gifting their dōjutsu to an outsider renders them married: permanently tied together by bonds that no blade can sunder, that neither village affiliation nor the opinions of the clan council can rend. The legends say that the bond stretches even beyond death; they say that the ghost of the dōjutsu giver can still, in times of great need, protect their most beloved person, to whom they chose to grant an eye.

Itachi, being a goth-ass bitch, is obsessed with this — he thinks it’s so romantic. Raised partially outside the Hyūga clan, Hinata somehow missed the memo. Through the power of Mad Science!, Shisui, six years dead, is dragged along for the ride.

Also includes:

Uchiha genjutsu storytelling oral tradition

Fun fact: the Sharingan is actually a kind of fungus!

Karin’s homoerotic rivalry with a fujoshi on the Akatsuki RPF mailing list named xXx_uchihafucker69_xXx

Fluff, angst, and mutual-pining-while-technically-married

Kabuto having fun and being himself

(uh, mind the content warnings! we are getting WEIRD with eye-related worldbuilding in the chili's tonite)

#READ MY UNHINGED NARUTO FIC BOY #the trashcan speaks #my fic #its the naruto