«Hell is empty and all the devils are here.»

as promised in my last ask, making a quick poll!!

unconventional spinoff: pro hero bakugou x fanartist reader

You’d turned up to HeroExpo with the expectation of good food, interesting panels, and steady merch sales. What you didn’t expect was a declaration of war from the number two hero himself. (In which you are a fanartist, and Bakugou Katsuki is not a fan of your work.)

warlord bakugou x reader fantasy au

After seizing Yuuei's throne in a violent takeover, warlord Bakugou Katsuki demands the daughters of conquered nobility as war prizes. You, the daughter of a barely-noble family on the fringes of society, are sent as tribute—where you discover there's more to the barbarian king than anyone might have guessed, and an underlying motive to his demands that will make or break the empire.

hell is empty (and all the devils are here) : demon prince touya x reader

A bartender with a rough past and a predatory manager, your life is pretty complicated. And that’s before you accidentally make a blood pact with Todoroki Touya, the first prince of hell, and get dragged into a succession war even more complicated than you or the demon prince could have ever imagined.

pilot shouto x mechanic reader sci-fi au

You’re a podship mechanic trying to get back into leadership’s good graces after getting a little too free installing your own homemade code. Which would be easier to focus on if your crush, pilot Todoroki Shouto, hadn’t recently been grounded for his inability to sync with another guide—and if, after accidentally crossing paths with him on base, the very same impossible sync bond hadn’t unfurled between you like it had always been there.

also i think this goes without saying but just in case, please don't jank these ideas!! (if you want to work on something similar please message me and we can work something out!!)

The moodboard for when your dead character shows up to save the love of his life, only for him to get orbified and used to start the sequel apocalypse.

saw a tweet (that i cant find atm) that said a 2023/2024 academic school year in Palestine was cancelled because all the students had been killed. let that sink in. all the students have been KILLED

'But aren't we the demons?' 'Yes,' I whispered to him. 'We are.'

Siri Hustvedt, from The Blindfold

I decided to take a bubble bath and the hot water came out lukewarm and shifted to ice cold before the tub was full so now I’m sitting in an ice cold tub full of my last bit of lavender bubble bath and I’m a hairs breadth away from committing crimes so heinous they’d have to make a new law and order series to cover it

I think the people lining up this early should be turned away from the show in general. Break the rules should equal no show.

that would be satisfying, but logically not enforceable. kinda like sometimes I wish there was a rule you couldn't get barricade multiple times consecutively (like please give someone else a chance to experience it.) but from what i hear its often the same group of selfish (overstepping, privileged) people that get barricade at multiple shows. 🤷

I will say fan-made wristbands are absolutely bogus, and venues should not acknowledge/encourage the fan led hierarchy fueled by them and camping.

The Tempest, 1610 -1612, is a play written by William Shakespeare. 

“Ferdinand, With hair up-staring, — then like reeds, not hair, — was the first man that leapt; cried Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

“If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd! Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. ”

Neither am I

I saw something about a shapeshifter trying to pass as human and it falling into the uncanny valley, and it brought this idea to my head. Hope it's not bad.

You enter the tavern, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the bar, where a hooded figure in a simple outfit sits. He pats the bar a few times as if to test it, then his hand lands on a tankard next to him. As he raises it towards his head, he suddenly freezes. Time feels as though it has reached a standstill, but the trance-like effect is instantly shattered when he drops the tankard. As it clatters on the floor, he makes a frenzied effort to collect his things from the bar. He stuffs them into a pouch on his waist, then leaps off the stool and pivots, immediately running into you. You take in the features of his face you can. His unkempt grey beard, jagged nose, broken one too many times, and the shock of stark white hair that peeks out from the darkness of his hood are enough to unsettle you. But one detail stands out to you more than the others, and it is by far the most disconcerting. His milky white eyes, which tilt up to meet yours as though they can still see. They settle into your gaze before clamping onto it, not only peering into your soul but piercing it like harpoons. His voice reaches your ears, hoarse and hushed, yet manic. "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here!" Without further words, and in a feat of strength not befitting his frail bones and stiffened muscles, he shoves you aside before leaping through the door as if shot from a cannon. His words weave their way through the crevices and pitfalls of your mind, and as they do, you finally take stock of your surroundings. As you survey the other patrons, what you see meets the old man's words in your mind, merging into a dense dread, its weight pulling it down into a valley most uncanny. An understanding rises over said valley like the dawn, and you see the patrons for what they are. Not human. They are nothing quantifiable or specifiable, they simply are not human. As you realize this, another revelation is bestowed upon you. This one, however, does not rise like the dawn, but instead settles like fog. It's a feeling that has lingered within not only your mind, but your spirit, since you were given that medicine a few days ago on your way into town. Your fear over these people not being human is replaced with this new, ever present truth.

"Neither am I."

Also in case anyone was wondering whether I do any extreme sports, glad to announce I do! I am a Talia fan who doesn't care for brutalia OR her relationship to Damian.

It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I’ve actually been here since January 2010, but this is by far the longest I’ve lasted on one blog without deleting and remaking (which I did a few times in the early years).

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'Do you believe in hell?' 'Yes. It's here.'

Iris Murdoch, from The Book and the Brotherhood

When I heard a brief mention of that zine situation I thought that, clearly, the money must've been stolen out of desperation to fund some immediate life-shattering emergency. It seems I was a little too naïve because THEY SPENT THAT ON GENSHIN IMPACT