#i know
Also in this series/written “universe”:
“That Thing” (Tumblr|AO3)
“Diversion” (Tumblr|AO3) [warning: nsfw]
“First Blush” (Tumblr | AO3)
“I’ve had it! That Thing has got to go!” Hades growled, picking his way through the upended and spilled boxes that had moments before been neatly packed in the bedroom closet. The white cat Hythlodaeus had gifted him hissed at him from the newly cleared top shelf.
“It’s not so bad,” Hythlodaeus soothed. He knelt and began righting the boxes that had been tipped and retrieving their scattered contents. “It doesn’t seem like anything is broken, after all. And maybe this is an opportunity to clear out some old things?”
Hythlodaeus lifted an older, white and silver mask from the carpet and turned it over in his hands. “I can’t see how you would ever be needing this again, for example. Was it from when you were a child?”
Hades, in the process of attempting to shoo That Thing down, froze and then very slowly turned to look at what Hythlodaeus meant. Then he did something that the current holder of the seat of Emet-Selch almost neverdid: he blushed. Even his ears were bright red, a lovely and starkly noticeable contrast to his fair complexion and pale hair. “Ignore that box,” he said quickly, his tone too sharp.
“Oh?” Hythlodaeus asked. “Is there something in here I shouldn’t see?”
Their eyes met and held for a long moment, Hades flushed and irritable and Hythlodaeus with growing interest and amusement.
Rather than continuing the stare, Hythlodaeus gave up and dropped his gaze. Immediately he began sifting through the remaining contents off the box. “Papers, mask, an old robe… ah, what’s this?” He withdrew a small, flat wooden box with a simple silver latch.
Hades eyes widened and he lunged, only for Hythlodaeus to anticipate him and scoot out of the way. Deft hands flipped the latch and opened the lid before Hades could try again.
Silence fell over the room. Hades stared red-faced at Hythlodaeus, whose own wide-eyed attention was fixated on the contents.
Ignored, That Thing curled himself up into a loaf on the top shelf and began to wash.
“You kept it?” Hythlodaeus finally asked in a soft voice.
Hades coughed and tried to clear his throat. He couldn’t fully rid himself of the gruff edge, but still replied, “You know the answer to that question just by the fact that it’s right there.”
With great care, Hythlodaeus lifted the dried wreath of flowers from the plain cloth lining within the wooden case. The petals were old and faded, but the faint hues were more than enough to confirm everything. Hythlodaeus bit his lip as tears pooled in his bright violet eyes. He laughed even as they spilled over the corners to run down his cheeks. “You actually kept it!”
“I’m not heartless,” Hades protested. The stepped over the mess in order to crouch down next to Hythlodaeus. “Even back then, I couldn’t bring myself to just throw it away,” he added, softer. “Although keeping it felt absurd.”
Hythlodaeus tucked his head in under Hades’ chin and snuffled. “I remember making it,” he said, fingers gingerly caressing the faded blossoms.
“I remember, too.”
I can’t believe I actually drew Ash and Goh going on a date.
Hello!
This is an edit/redraw/crossover between Anipoke and an episode from the 3rd season of Inazuma Eleven.
I hope you’ll like it!
For Ina11 Veterans: It was Lana the one who tricked Goh haha.
(Watch Inazuma Eleven episode 78 to understand the reference)
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if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sun’s peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say “im adding that to my list!” Knowing theres no chance i will check it out
this scene alone should be enough for queer eye to win another emmy
You know?
Why are the heart emoji so far a way … bring them closer
I’m compelled by stories where the characters suffer a lot, but only if there’s catharsis in the end. If they just die without ever getting to recover I’m OUT because what’s the fucking purpose then? Voyeurism? Bye
No matter what our opinions on, say, blackface and womanface are, I think we can all agree that nothing is more reprehensible than childface. Of course Laurel and Hardy are guilty of that too. One can barely dare to guess what went through their minds when they posed for this mocking photo depicting them as children in the nastily titled Br*ts. Both men must have had very low opinions on children, just look at how they even appropriate a toy for their juvenile *shudder* joke!
Also, can you believe there are fans who eagerly recommend the movie in question, especially to children?! Surely this sort of thing must be traumatizing and potentially leaves long-lasting scars on the souls of innocent, defenseless kids. Which reminds me of the fact that many Laurel and Hardy fans, for reasons best left to imagination, aren’t even trying to hide their ageism, using expressions such as “childlike innocents” and “overgrown children” to describe Stan and Ollie in movies where they aren’t doing childface. I hesitate to generalise, but seems like there’s a big problem in the fandom that should be dealt with posthaste. Vulnerable children with no platform obviously don’t have much chance to object to ageism but what about grown men? Where are the protests against having their favourite fictional characters misidentified? Blatant misandry!
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Alkoholizm to przyjemność, którą kupujemy za łzy naszych rodzin
every photoshoot of jonathan bailey i see im just like. gender. like idek if i can say that as a cis woman but i look at his pictures and im like. yeah gender gender to my very bones
i trust ppls w outsider pfp
And if a guys decides he doesn’t have the time to return your texts, delete his number. He doesn’t care about you.
the underrated romance of a little kiss on the shoulder :(
Wait I’m reading today’s Dracula while drying my hair and this is EXTREMELY funny.
Jonathan’s like “I was shaving with my shaving mirror when the Count came up behind me and startled me. I was startled because he had no reflection in the mirror, which I double- triple-checked and was definitely very weird for a grown man to not show up in a mirror, I think we can all agree. His surprise caused me to cut myself, and when the Count noticed he was overcome with demonic bloodlust and tried to seize my throat, but the crucifix that crazy peasant woman gave me held him back. Also very weird.
“Dracula then said ‘hey FUCK mirrors’ and grabbed my little shaving mirror and hurled it out the window where it shattered into a thousand pieces. This was very annoying. Now how am I going to shave?”
