#because i'm extra

[gerbits]

btw i do have melon stuff to post i just haven't edited the screenshots 🙈

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Michelle’s exit from the CAoS Pt. 4 stage!

PRAISE LILITH!!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Just so I can be emotionally prepared, does your Perils and Poetry series have any references to Aiden being... less than alive?

Fret not, dear heart. Aiden is very much alive. Although there is definitely a lil’ bit of angst around his mutations. I always get slightly embarrassed when people go back to that series; it was my first bit of writing in like... twelve years. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

[jrzimmerman]

“This place is pretty cool, huh? Found it on google maps and wanted to try it out.” He smiled at his friend who sat across from him. The two were sitting inside of a restaurant called D.O. that, like he said, Jerome found in search of a nice place to eat. “I think we deserve something nice for our first week.” @brandtmax​

[tideridera]

HARRY  HOOK  D3  ANALYSIS  SCENE  ONE :

* personals  don’t  interact.

Harry is first seen on the Isle alongside Lost Revenge crew mates, Gil, and two unidentified crew members. They are spotted by Carlos and Jay upon exiting Dr. Facilier’s hideout. They’re seated on their bikes, wearing their helmets and take off on them while Carlos, Jay and Evie attempt to pursue them.

All four members of the crew are presented equally. They’re all level with one another, they behave similarly and commit the same action as a collective. However, Harry is the only one with any dialogue. He openly taunts the core as they exit the hideout and when his crew mates have already departed, Harry is the one that lingers to throw another taunting jab at Jay, “Catch me if you can, Jay!”. The Lost Revenge crew were presented often as a unified force in D2, they moved the same, they reacted the same way, they obviously work well together. The same can be said in D3. They still move the same, act the same and present a united front even in this minor scene.

Harry being the one to speak suggests that his role with the crew has shifted somewhat into a higher leadership role, which is to be expected as Uma has been gone and Harry would have become temporary Captain in her place. However, it’s important to remember that Captain’s of pirate crews, are historically voted in. Harry would not have advanced to Captaincy unless the crew agreed to follow his lead, and as they are obviously following his lead here, it’s safe to assume that Harry has become temporary Captain of the Lost Revenge, since Uma’s absence.

Harry is very visibly comfortable in his position. He’s comfortable enough to taunt the core, especially Jay, even though it costs him some ground when Jay begins his pursuit. While reckless in his escape on the bike, it’s clear that Harry is confident in his ability to escape despite bringing up the rear. In fact, bringing up the rear, is likely a means of maintaining a distance between his crew mates in front of him and their enemies currently giving chase.

Interestingly enough, we see Harry periodically bringing up the rear throughout D3, he’s also the one most obviously checking behind the group when moving into new areas. Even among the mismatch group of Harry, Gil, Jay and Carlos. If you know anything about wolf packs, you’ll know that the “alpha male” aka, the wolf responsible for the safety and protection of the pack, always brings up the rear so that they’re the first to engage in conflict should the pack be attacked, as predators attack from behind. Suggesting, that Harry has adopted a very clear position of being his crews protector, which bleeds into his behavior even among people that he does not like or consider part of his crew.

[power-bottom-barba]

"I've been getting threats all year. They started after I indicted the three cops who shot Terrence Reynolds."

[ofaxnoblefacade]

𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒 || Ｏｆ Ｐａｓｔ Ｆｏｅｓ．．．

 Many an atrocity had been committed in the name of ALWAYS & FOREVER, for what was it to give up the very nature of what it was to live in order to ensure your family did so happily. He recalled his human years, such time spent watching and comforting his younger brother when their father’s anger once again chose him as the T A R G E T. Elijah had empathy, kindness but he was reserved...he also knew the foolish choice it would be to attempt to reason with their father; he never listened. Perhaps a stubborn trait that they all took, somewhat of a distant memory of those happy days. Days often without Mikael, when the siblings would merely wile away the hours in jokes and sword fights...he truly missed that. 

 He wouldn’t change much mind you, the very essence of all they’d gained in a thousand years seemed well worth the loses...that perhaps as monstrous as they’d been they were at the very least to be deemed with morals enough that family ALWAYS came first. 

There was a concern, some wallowing part of the Originals mind that would always seemingly worry for Niklaus. That perhaps in all the years of pushing away what it was to be human, he had succeeded where most could not but Elijah would never consider his brother a monster. Just because he chose to do monstrous acts did not make him so (contrary to what he was sure Klaus believed himself). He just desired to know that his brother wasn’t falling down some hole he’d find himself unable to escape. 

 He wondered where they all were, that family of his..while he in turn found himself trapped in a place that seemed hardly comparable to the torture he had endured in his all too recent death. Or maybe it was the aesthetic, that this place didn’t feel so empty. Until it did...until the walls started falling and there was a voice. Something so eerily familiar that to not turn would’ve been quite the ask. 

 “Funny is not, the way fate draws us opportunities..” A voice with such character, and yet Elijah still found himself with the energy to groan. The typical reaction to the De Martel’s, granted this particular one seemingly managed to irk the Original almost as much as his insane sister. “Oh how lovely, a gathering of the children...-or should I assume that an entirely different part of hell was reserved for that sister of yours.” It was easy enough to poke, perhaps one of the few times in which Elijah took PRIDE in what he was...(because the De Martel’s were true monsters, no matter how easily they were defeated). Though that laugh seemed to echo, something so...O F F about it and yet the Original stood his ground waiting for the show to fall. “I came to you as a sire to a Maker, to lock yourself away so that a prophecy wouldn’t befall us all seemed such a small ask and ALAS you allowed your bitter jealousy over a man far more worthy than you ...take over.” He seemed to hum and Elijah remained unmoved. Stoic as ever and yet Tristan remained vigilant in his point. “My sister the first to fall at the hands of the M I K A E L S O N S because you couldn’t help yourselves. We offered you options and YOU snatched them away...-I felt you die all those years ago, not too long before my own demise and yet hell took me in.” He seemed to dance around the fact, some drawl to his words and yet something the Original easily rolled his eyes at. “THE TORTURED BECOMES THE TORTURER...free of Y O U.” 

Free perhaps but there remained a BITTERNESS, the Original could see it..it even if it merely seemed to give him some enjoyment in what tended to be a hard existence. “And yet here you remain, the sounds of a child beating his hands against the floor for attention...were you expecting something bigger?...” he did wonder. A degree of sarcasm to his words before Tristan seemed to share a hidden glint in his eye, from their typical shade to BLACK...A DEMON. “Now, now Elijah...I may be free of you but I said nothing of your freedom from me; R E V E N G E is a truly fun business and returning to you the destruction seems only fair wouldn’t you say?” Confusion until there was a fog, some black haze before the original was all but trapped in his own mind. A maze of anger and rage at his former sire. (TRISTAN...you barbaric...idiotic..child). “Calm yourself Elijah, all this racket is going to give me a headache...-though just out of curiosity whom would you like to see go first: that dear brother of yours, that WONDERFUL niece or perhaps the one you love..” There was protest, he wouldn’t stop protesting but his former sire seemed to silence it some...ready to awaken in a world expecting nothing more that the Moral Original...

OH WHAT A SURPRISE THEY’D GET.

[maraudersandlily20]

I promised I would sing for the person who found the fic I wanted, and mama didn’t raise no liar. 

SO! In honor of @crazystarfish who literally saved my life by linking that fic to me, here’s me singing Lovely by Billie Eilish, which they requested themselves. Hope this adequately shows my appreciation for you!!!

LOVE YOU