lord strike me down.

"Google, where's that one lyric video with the pink walls, white bath tub, and roses coming out of it with the music being about dying?"

[yourlocalpennyjester]

I love the idea of Icchan holding a grudge against Hirose once him and Nakamura start dating. He’s super happy that his dad finally got together with the boy he’s been pining over for months, but said boy *also* made his dad cry for a week straight, and Icchan cannot let that go unpunished. Icchan squirts ink straight at Hirose’s face the first time he comes over, eventually escalating into throwing shells at him and actively cockblocking the boy by escaping his tank whenever he tries to get handsy with Nakamura.

Hirose makes it his mission to win Icchan over with offerings of treats and new toys. Nakamura is conflicted between concern for Icchan’s behavior towards Hirose and cuteness overload over seeing love of his life trying so hard to get his beloved pet to like him.

[disillusioned-phantasma]

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[chibi-tokki]

mr big scary let me ask my wife firelord who always has to run things by you not because you’re controlling or demanding but because he wants you to know what he’s doing, wants you to be included and wants you to approve of his decisions because when you’re happy, he’s happy.

“ fire lord zuko, the earth emissary would like to have a dinner. when is suitable for you?”

“let me ask my wife and i’ll get back to you.”

“lord zuko, the festival of fire is coming up, will you be in attendance?”

“not sure. let me ask my wife.”

“sir. the avatar has requested your help. will you be going to lend aid?”

“if my wife grants me permission, yes.”

“my wife said we need more opportunities for women in government. lets look into that.”

“i cannot attend that meeting. i have lunch plans with my wife.”

even when doing the most mundane and tedious things like new gowns or new stationery for royal decrees, you’re there to give your opinion.

“does my wife like it?”

“what does the firelady think?”

“ask my wife, she has the final say. whatever she wants, goes.”

big scary i worship the ground my wife walks on fire lord

[reverian]

In the novel, Cale and his fiancé only share a professional relationship. But with Kim Rok Soo transmigrated into his body, he questions how that even happened. Aren't you a bit too handsome to be treated as a co-worker?

Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo x Fiancé Male Reader. Takes place in the beginning because I haven't read that far. masterlist

"It's been a while since you've seen your fiancé. I know you both don't like each other, but you should meet at least once a year."

His father’s words still ring in Kim Rok Soo’s mind as he watches the carved stone scenery give way to forest trees, the carriage rumbling across a high stone bridge. The sound of the river below blends with the rustle of weeds and the splash of fish pushing through the current. Elbow resting on the window frame, chin propped in hand, his other hand idly strokes Hong and On’s fur. He’s a bit worried. Since Cale was only a minor antagonist in the beginning, there hadn’t been much written about his personal relationships, especially not this one. Only one throwaway line existed for him to go on.

"Cale Henituse and his fiancé only shared a professional relationship."

He suspects that Cale’s, now his, fiancé knew about his trashy behaviour and drinking problem, and kept their distance to preserve their reputation. If not for the Henituse family’s wealth, the engagement probably wouldn’t even exist. Still, it complicates things for Kim Rok Soo’s goal of living a lazy and mediocre life. He doesn’t know what kind of person you are, whether you resent being engaged to a lout, or if you’ll have any significance later. He doesn’t even know what you look like.

“Why do you look so nervous? Are we meeting someone scary?” Hong asks, batting a paw against Cale’s stomach to get his attention. On looks up silently, her curious eyes mirroring her brother’s. He doesn't blame the two siblings for their concern; this will be the first time he meets someone he has no plan for.

"Perhaps, although they can't afford to hurt us," Cale huffs, quietly amused at his own pun, though the notch in his brow doesn’t fade. He scratches under Hong’s chin, pleased by the happy purrs that fill the carriage. His other hand moves to On, brushing between her soft ears. “That’s why I’m expecting you both to dial up your charms and get to work.”

“Yes, sir!” they chirp in unison, tails swishing as they nudge his hand for more pets. A small smile tugs at Cale’s lips as he indulges them. He hadn’t been fond of cats in his previous life, but these two have managed to creep into his heart. He’s confident they’ll succeed, if the extravagant seat Hans had set up for them is anything to go by. If his fiancé can’t treat animals well, it’ll be easier to have a valid reason and keep a safe distance.

He’ll just have to do what he does best: play it by ear and ask for a drink.

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“I didn’t know you were fond of pets, or that your father allowed them in the estate.”

“I suppose they got lucky…” Cale can feel wrinkles forming from how often he’s furrowed his brows. His poor, good-looking face will end up ruined at this rate. Meanwhile, Hong and On are in heaven, snuggling at your legs. He’d told them to act cute, but judging by their enthusiasm, they’re not pretending anymore. The treats and affection you’ve given them have completely bought their loyalty.

“Hmm. If you say so. They are quite cute," your quiet laugh brushes against his eardrums, and Cale really needs that drink. He squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his eyelids until colour bursts behind them. He’s misread this situation completely, and to be fair, he doubts anyone could’ve prepared for this.

You’re a man. Not the woman he assumed you were. That one’s on him, really. When reading the novel, he’d thought the author had simply mistyped and used the wrong character. It was a single sentence about a forgotten character, so he had brushed it off.

Regardless, whether you were meant to be male or female doesn’t matter, because-

You’re far too handsome.

When Kim Rok Soo first woke up in this world, he thought he’d lucked out. Cale was rich, attractive, and elegant enough to wear anything, and everyone around him seemed to have been sculpted by the same unfairly generous author: Choi Han with his sharp angles and heart of gold, Rosalyn with her vibrant hair and ambitious eyes, even the servants looked like they belonged in portraits. But when his carriage rolled to a stop before your estate and you opened the door yourself, sunlight catching on the stray strands of hair that had escaped their tie, he realized instantly that you were on an entirely different level. The faint scent of cedar and ink lingered in the air as your hand met his, steady and warm, and for a beat, Kim Rok Soo forgot to breathe. Even Hong and On had to nudge his leg to stop him from gawking. He coughed into his hand, masking his lapse with Cale’s usual nonchalance, but the thought still hit him with an almost comedic clarity: How had someone with that face ended up treated like a background character? How had you and Cale only shared a professional relationship?

“I need a drink…” he mutters, too low to be polite but loud enough for you to hear. Ah. That answers one question already, your fiancé’s drinking habit must’ve been rough for you.

“My apologies. I got carried away," the soft smile you’d worn fades into a firmer line as you give Hong and On one last affectionate scratch. Their whines follow you as you say, “I’ll fetch something from our cellar.”

Two things stand out to Cale immediately.

One: you’d called Count Deruth his father, not your father-in-law, despite your engagement being publicly acknowledged. That single phrasing already told him more about your situation than a dozen letters could have. It meant you were being careful, maybe even trying to keep the Henituse name separate from your own, to preserve some independence or dignity. That alone set you apart from everyone else he’d encountered—people who fell in line or played their roles without a thought.

Two: despite your status, you were the one who’d opened his carriage door and helped him down, hand steady and polite, the faintest trace of callouses brushing against his palm. Now, you’re the one offering to fetch his drink, a task he’d normally assign to Ron or Hans.

The picture is painfully clear. You’re well-mannered, intelligent, probably too kind for your own good, and, unfortunately, broke.

He leans back against the chair, crossing one leg over the other. The cushion dips under his weight, a faint creak of the frame cutting through the quiet room. The house isn’t neglected, but it feels tired. The polished floorboards have dulled in certain patches; the curtains look older than they should.

It fits the narrative.

Cale drums his fingers against the armrest, eyes half-lidded. In a world with dragons and ancient relics, being short on funds must be worse than being cursed. He can almost hear Ron’s dry chuckle or Choi Han’s gentle disapproval in his mind. But Cale doesn’t pity you. He just finds it… interesting. The way you carry yourself, all poise and composure, as if you haven’t noticed the cracks showing. You play the part of a noble well.

“Cale Henituse and his fiancé only shared a professional relationship.”

He can see why now. There’s nothing to gain from sentimentality when survival depends on pretending not to sink.

“You’re running out of funds, aren’t you?” Cale says suddenly. Your steps halt at the doorway. There’s a pause, a single sharp intake of breath, before the hinges groan and the door eases shut. The faintest shift of your weight, the soft click of your boots against the floor.

“Yes,” you say quietly. “You are correct. Will that be a problem for you, regarding our engagement?”

The honesty is disarming. No hesitation, no excuses, no attempt to hide it behind pride. Just a simple agreement. Cale exhales slowly, thoughtfully, and lets his gaze drift just slightly downward, trying to disguise the curiosity sparking behind his usual calm demeanor. Honest, agreeable, and, frustratingly, too handsome for your own good. You would have been the fan-favorite side character who dies halfway through to give the protagonist emotional depth.

He sits up a little straighter. The leather glove around his hand creaks as he folds his fingers together.

“Of course not,” he replies without missing a beat, “I’m loaded. I don’t need your money.”

That earns the faintest twitch of your lips. Not quite a smile or pity, but it's charming all the same. Cale shifts slightly in his seat, willing down the heat travelling up his pale neck to his cheeks. He's tempted to fake another cough, but he's already done that before. He knows you were nice enough to not point it out. You've been watching him as carefully as he has you.

He gestures toward the seat across from him, “Sit. I want to learn more about my fiancé.”

You move without hesitation, crossing the space deliberately, and settle into the chair opposite him. You adjust slightly once, ensuring your posture is straight but comfortable. Cale notes the subtle movements, the small indications of confidence in the way you arrange yourself. He shifts his weight again, resting his elbows lightly on the armrests, and studies you more closely. The distance between you is polite, exactly the kind that would suit a “professional relationship.”. He wonders, briefly, if that’s why Cale Henituse, the original one, never bothered to get closer. Maybe he’d thought you were too unremarkable, too ordinary in a story filled with heroes and villains. Or maybe he just never looked close enough.

Kim Rok Soo, however, has always been the kind to notice the background details. The light catches along your hollow cheekbones, outlining the slope of your bony jaw, the faint shadow of fatigue beneath your eyes. You look like someone who’s been holding a crumbling house together with spit and blood.

“You don’t need to act so formal,” he says after a moment, “It’s exhausting to watch.”

Your brows rise slightly, “Then how would you prefer I act, Lord Cale?”

“Like someone who doesn’t care whether I approve of them or not.”

A pause. Then, to his mild surprise, you actually relax a little, leaning back in your chair. There’s something almost amused in your eyes now.

“As you wish,” you murmur.

The silence that follows is oddly comfortable. Hong’s purr rumbles softly in the background, and On yawns, curling into a ball near the chair legs. Cale’s gaze drifts to the faint gold ring on his own hand, a symbol of an engagement that had never meant anything. Until now, perhaps.

“We’ll get along fine,” he says at last, mostly to himself. “Just don’t cause me any trouble.”

You hum in acknowledgment, “I’ll do my best, Lord Cale.”

He watches the slight tilt of your head as you speak, the even cadence of your words, the calm certainty behind them. There’s no hidden agenda, no attempt to manipulate, no sign that you intend to interfere with his plans. You are competent, careful, and measured. He realizes that because you’ve been able to remain unnoticed until now, despite your capabilities and presence, you likely won’t bring trouble to him. You understand boundaries and have learned to navigate situations without attracting conflict. That in itself is a relief, and a rare one at that.

He hums back, low and unimpressed, but the faintest smirk tugs at his mouth as he leans back in his seat.

Professional relationship, he thinks. Yeah, right.

[lonecorner]

TOP 4 BABYY!!

So proud of Jim ya'll <3

[lonecorner]

Patience grants us the most beautiful of victories ya'll (caldarus stan since the beginning <3)

[lonecorner]

pov you're playing hide and seek with the giggly ghost and his psycho girlfriend

[lonecorner]

Whatever you do, don't think about the fact that the Lamb will never harbor any trust towards the members of their cult solely for the fact that anything related to the gods and the occult were the catalyst to the genocide of their entire species and any bond formed during their journey would remain null and void as they are immortal and mortal lives will be nothing but fleeting moments to them.

The closest to a companion they could ever achieve to have would be the Crown, the one thing that represents the power they never wanted and the God of Death that became his only salvation, only to make him face damnation.

[lonecorner]

Claude rant (ft. a Jennette rant in the end)

[ i posted this comment on one of the fan translation sites but i feel the need to do these 2 characters justice by posting it here as well. ]

Tiktok has pretty much made Claude into such a one dimensional character, putting him under the label as just a 'terrible father that did a lot of horrible shit to his daughter' like DUH, he's terrible sure, and but he has LAYERS. Readers forget that Claude suffered a lot from his own childhood and familial relationships, a weak and slowly dying mother, a father that probably only saw him as a spare, a brother he truly thought cared about him, only to end up betraying him, a fiance that never really loved him and even cheated on him with his brother, and finally- Diana. The one person that made him feel loved and made him LOVE, and suddenly she DIES because of an offspring that had such great mana that it killed diana, mana that she got because of HIM. OF COURSE HE'S GONNA BE SUPER FUCKING TERRIBLE, no one ever communicated with him, any sight of happiness always ended up being a bigger downfall than the other, Felix is probably the only balm to soothe his terrible relationships, and even then, Claude and felix still have tension between them because of the power imbalance as a knight and the EMPEROR. SO HOW TF DO U THINK, a child brought up in such a state of miscommunication, one-sided relatonships, political turmoil, relationships that hang on by a fucking thread, and not ONE person to guide him into being open about his own feelings and dealing with his trust issues??? OF FUCKING COURSE HE'S A BAD DAD, BUT HE'S A BAD DAD FOR A REASON, AN ACTUAL REALISTIC REASON. SURE HE DID A LOT OF BAD SHIT AND U CAN THINK HE'S A BASTARD ALL YOU WANT, BUT STOP FUCKING MINIMIZING HIS ENTIRE CHARACTER AS TO JUST BEING A 'HORRIBLE FATHER', he's so much more than that! he has nuance! he's go development! he's got LORE, lore that CAUSES him to be terrible and so emotionally constipated. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW YALL HATE ON JENNETTE SO BAD, IF U WANNA HATE JENNETTE SO BAD, GO HATE NOVEL JENETTE, MANHWA JENNETTE IS JUST A NAIVE CHILD THAT WAS SHELTERED, AND USED IN EVERY CONCIEVABLE WAY BY THE ADULTS AROUND HER (The duke using her as a card to help the ducal household, claude during his amnesia arc only using her as a tranquilizer and couldn't careless about her as a person, her own father for literally CREATING her) she was literally MADE to be used, she wasn't born out of love and yet she has so much love to give, AND ISN'T THAT SO FASCINATING? WHY DON'T PEOPLE TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT OF AN EXISTENCE JENNETTE IS WHEN HER ENTIRE PERSONALITY IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF HER BIRTH 'PARENTS' AND THE ENTIRE CIRCUMSTANCE OF HER CREATION, DESPITE HER BEING USED OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SHE REMAIND OPTIMISTIC AND NICE, ITS NAIVE OF HER TO DO THAT BUT THINK OF HOW STRONG HER WILL AND MENTAL SOLITUDE IS, SHE REMAINS GOOD EVEN WHEN BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO HER, SOLELY BECAUSE SHE IS GOOD, SHE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO BE BAD BUT SHE REMAINS GOOD WHY DONT YALL TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT THESE 2 CHARACTERS ARE AND THEIR DEVELOPMENT? WHY DO YALL KEEP GIVING THEM LABELS THAT DONT COMPLETELY ENCOMPASS THEIR ACTUAL CHARACTER

[percabethownsmybutt]

grover: is that legal?

percy: when there's no cops around, anything's legal

[ernmark]

Just learned about garden path sentences.

They’re basically a literary prank– the sentence starts out in such a way that you think you know where it’s going, but the way it ends completely changes the meaning while still being a complete and logical sentence. Usually it deals with double meanings, or with words that can be multiple parts of speech, like nouns and verbs or nouns and adjectives.

So we get gems like

The old man the boat. (The old people are manning the boat)

The complex houses married and single soldiers and their families. (The apartment complex is home to both married and single soldiers, plus their families)

The prime number few. (People who are excellent are few in number.)

The cotton clothing is usually made of grows in Mississipi. (The cotton that clothing is made of)

The man who hunts ducks out on weekends. (As in he ducks out of his responsibilities)

We painted the wall with cracks. (The cracked wall is the one that was pained.)

[epilepticsaints]

[if-you-see-gay-me]

[magnetictapedatastorage]

[heatandapathy]

Needs the last part

[captainscarletsc]

[scoundrellyfeline]

@heatandapathy you forgot the best part

[jazze-bee]

I present the sequel to 'i drew sans in a bumpy car'.

'I drew sans in airplane and progressively babygirlify him as i slowly lose my mind'

[simstoyourdismay]

gold rush by taylor swift is so incredibly patrochilles coded i'm screaming throwing up crying rn

[pettymaryshelley]

it's so fitting that Achilles' lyre was really Patroclus'. Patroclus was his connection to the softer things like music and love and joy. Without him, Achilles was a war machine. With him, Achilles was a musician, a lover, and a boy.

The music never belonged to Achilles because the lyre never belonged to Achilles. Both were bestowed upon him by his better half.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.

And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.

The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.

To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.

It burns and it burns and it burns.

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”

“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”

“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“One word from you shall silence me forever.”

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“My sweet nemesis.”

“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”

and then?

and then.

The book is over.

And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.

Not in the real world.

And all you can do is cry.

[anminpillow]