#[ also! feel free to turn this into a thread!! ]

[fellhellion]

sorry i need to expel the demon that is comicsverse thoughts from my head w a weirdly structured ramble ive been trying to articulate fdsjkfhkjds

-> miguel is initially alienated from his body post transformation - not just due to the nonconsensual nature of being spidered - but because he views the transformation as alienating him from a claim to humanity

-> however, the identity of spiderman and the ideals that represents seems to be in big part the means by which miguel reconciles himself to the nature of his physical body. not only do his abilities become naturalised to his understanding of himself as Miguel (rather than being thought of as alien) but they enable spiderman to be that force for good and change that miguel so desperately wants to see in himself

-> but miguel simultaneously depersonalises himself from his spiderman identity. he thinks of it as the better half of himself, as something almost ephemeral, that he doesn't quite have a claim to or is able to reconcile completely to Miguel The Human Being and all his associated baggage

-> and that's an interesting internal conflict to have when he simultaneously can never escape the lived reality of his own body and where it diverges from those around him, even as that lived reality eventually becomes something he can reconcile himself to far more easily

-> and what overhangs across this entire discussion is context of (and thus how Miguel would be influenced by) Nueva York's hypercapitalist society and thus the understanding and conception of your physical body in that lens. how much or little your body is owed by you yourself. the access you are told must be permitted to it by others/corporations. how the physical body is policed and politicised. the commodification of the body in the most literal sense via Vulture's cannibalism.

[thechaosjunkie]

so that's what you've been hiding.

@handlcd // Am I interrupting something? Starters: Accepting

"You mean the tequila sunrise or my complete disdain for your existence? Because I figured the latter was pretty obvious," he replied dryly as the straw from his cocktail fell from his lips, shifting his gaze away from the newspaper to the woman. "You want one?" he added with a tip of his drink in invitation, a variation of an olive branch, however temporary it was bound to be.

[contractory]

Ask/Starter Prompt Meme

Written by yours truly. Feel free to reblog for yourself, of course.

Feel free to add dialogue or specify/change some details. add REVERSE to switch our muses' roles.

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MONDSTADT

[Cathedral] Your muse finds mine at the Favonius Cathedral.

[Bar] My muse invites yours to Angel’s Share or the Cat’s Tail.

[Exam] Your muse watches mine pass/fail their Wind Glider certification.

[Breeze] Our muses enjoy the calm, warm breeze of the Mondstadt hills.

[Dragonspine] Your muse finds mine freezing their butt off at Dragonspine. Brrr!

[Mondstadt history] While resting under the Symbol of Mondstadt's Hero or paying a visit to Stormterror’s Lair, our muses talk about the tragic history of Mondstadt.

[Mondstadt gathering] Our muses gather items unique to Mondstadt, such as Dandelions, Small Lamp Grass or Calla Lilies.

[Mondstadt bossfight] Your muse helps mine fight a Mondstadt boss of your choice.

LIYUE

[Harbor] My muse invites yours to Liyue Harbor. Let’s walk around the city, try the local food or listen to a storyteller!

[Wangshu Inn] Our muses rest at the Wangshu Inn, enjoying some of the best food and relaxation that Liyue has to offer!

[Adepti] Our muses visit the abode of an adeptus. Or try to, anyway.

[Jade Chamber] Our muses have been invited to the Jade Chamber! We can watch the view of the entire Teyvat from up here, or try to gain access to the Geo nation’s secrets…

[Chasm] Your muse follows mine into the depths of the Chasm.

[Liyue history] Our muses rest at the Guyun Stone Forest or the stone table at Mt. Aocang, talking about the ancient history of Liyue.

[Liyue gathering] Our muses gather items unique to Liyue, such as Cor Lapis, Glaze Lilies or Violetgrass.

[Liyue bossfight] Your muse helps mine fight a Liyue boss of your choice.

INAZUMA

[Inazuma City] Let’s enjoy a stroll through the city! The architecture is amazing, the food delicious, the sakura blossoms beautiful… We just ignore those samurai glaring at us…

[Kimono] My muse tries out some traditional Inazuman fashion as yours watches (and offers critique if they so desire).

[Lightning] Your muse witnesses mine get yeeted off a cliff by a lightning bolt. Or randomly zapped by a funny-looking tree. Yowch.

[Resistance] My muse has been commissioned to help train the soldiers of the Watatsumi Army to maintain peace and resist the Fatui. Yours may simply watch, or offer a helping hand.

[Enkanomiya] Our muses descend into the ancient depths of Enkanomiya…

[Inazuma history] Our muses pay a visit to the Great Narukami Shrine or sail to Tsurumi Island, and discuss the mysterious history of Inazuma.

[Inazuma gathering] Our muses gather items unique to Inazuma, such as Sakura Bloom, Amakumo Fruit or Onikabuto.

[Inazuma bossfight] Your muse helps mine fight an Inazuma boss of your choice.

SUMERU

[Akademiya] Your muse finds mine at Sumeru’s go-to for knowledge and politics alike.

[Ajilenakh Cake] The charcoal-baked pastry famously served in Sumeru supposedly tastes better than it looks… Do our muses dare give it a go?

[Withering] Our muses have stepped into a Withering Zone. This might get nasty if we don’t clear it out while we’re here…

[Golem] Why is this thing here and whY IS IT CHARGING A LASER AT US—

[Desert] Your muse finds mine among the treacherous sands. Whew, it’s hot…

[Sumeru history] Our muses journey to the Mausoleum of King Deshret or the Wall of Samiel, and talk about the forgotten history of Sumeru.

[Sumeru gathering] Our muses gather items unique to Sumeru, such as Padisarah, Trishiraite or Scarabs.

[Sumeru bossfight] Your muse helps mine fight a Sumeru boss of your choice.

FONTAINE

[Opera] Welcome to Opera Epiclese! What would your muse like to see: a world-famous play, a breathtaking concert, or an exhilarating trial?…

[Aquabus] My muse invites yours for a chill aquabus ride on either the Navia line or the Clementine line. The Melusine guide seems to have plenty of interesting stories to tell and is happy to answer questions!

[Swim] Don’t worry, Vision wielders can breathe underwater in Fontaine! Let’s take in the amazing sights… and watch out for the aggressive mechanical fish…

[Merusea] Our muses have found the passageway leading to Merusea Village. Though some hardly ever see humans, the Melusines are welcoming to friendly visitors!

[Meropide] Whether we are on a simple visit, or for… less simple reasons, our muses find themselves at the Fortress of Meropide.

[Fontaine history] While swimming by the Tower of Ipsissimus or touring the remains of the Fontaine Research Institute, our muses discuss the intriguing history of Fontaine.

[Fontaine gathering] Our muses gather items unique to Fontaine, such as Romaritime Flowers, Lumitoile or Beryl Conches.

[Fontaine bossfight] Your muse helps mine fight a Fontaine boss of your choice.

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

" So, how did you manage to stay off the marriage radar? " ( via asking for no particular reason - none at all )

"The short and simple answer would be your mother, especially after my own...previous engagement failed.

The longer answer would be that Stella had more opportunities to marry up in the eyes of our parents, so my marriage prospects were neglected in favour of hers. That, and my previous engagement did not go as planned."

He paused for a moment. "Through your parent's arranged marriage, my family got what it wanted thanks to your mother, so I was left to my own devices." Andrealphus failed to mention that he went from the favourite to the disappointment as a result of Stella's marriage to Stolas, for it was still a sore spot for him.

[sweetcobaltblue]

"Wait Mokuba no, nonono..I meant in a friendly duel! Not actual harmful to either of you..I respect Kaiba and you to demand such a cruel situation. And i uh was only joking."

Kaiba knows Mokuba anxious so he tries his best to calmly reply in a reassuring tone. "Ignore him..Hes not...cruel like the people we..met through our lives. And Mokuba i know i'm so focused on the company and then other dueling but we can just have a friendly challange how does that sound? Like before?" He opens his arms reaching to tug Mokuba in for a comforting hug.

Later he'll warn Atem not to say stupid things.

[souldug]

"I'm pretty sure I said you being stronger, and meaner was sexy- not fun." Katherine corrected. Of course it was a moot point because it was also more fun. "And I use doors. I just don't bother to knock on them first. I like being a surprise."

The micro change in expression doesn't go unnoticed. Not to her. Stefan is the center of her whole world, she'd notice if his eyes were a little more green than normal. Or if he changed his cologne.

Another pull from her glass and a quiet ah as it burned, and Katherine crossed her legs. Shifting in the plush chair as she set her glass on the end table.

"Something on your mind, dear?" It's spoken like banter, but that's just a precaution. In case he denies her the conversation, she can pretend she wasn't interested anyway.

ㅤㅤ❛❛ is there a difference? ❜❜ he countered, not sure why he bothered to ask when the answer was obvious. ❛❛ and people who show up as a surprise don't get doors opened for them. ❜❜

ㅤㅤhe eyed her for a moment, contemplating how forthcoming he wanted to be. after all, even at the best of times, he preferred to write his thoughts and emotions down rather than talk about them. maybe because he didn't want anyone else to know them, or maybe because he didn't want them to burden others. ❛❛ always. brooding is kind of my thing, right? ❜❜ returns the banter before deciding to be honest. ❛❛ just thinking about the resentment i have towards you, ❜❜ he stated, gaze focused on the flames flickering in the fireplace as he took another drink.

[cthoniian]

xaden riorson is not accustomed to looking out for those not scarred upon his back. there's a deal he's made. he'll look out for that when the time comes. but this? this is a suicide mission. he recognises the girl from the drifts when he's delivered weapons to syrena. remembers the bright hair and the eyes that flash with golden fire ring'd round the iris. he's spent too long in the company of the gryphon riders to not recognise her use of the little sorts of magics, as well as the runes she's depending on to function here beneath the protection of the wardstone.

eyes watch her like a hawk, distrusting her, and this place -- he swears he cares for nothing except the people he protects. but when dragonfire is pouring across the open pathway due to a paltry third year squabble. he's grabbed her and thrown her back, his body covering hers with a split second reaction. this earns him an elbow to the jaw and a knee to somewhere delicate.

' for fuck sake! i was fucking helping you! '

my hero . now fuck off. // xaden & aelin // @firehcart

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

*lying dead on the floor*

I have queued,, 5 more asks fhcjsfjfr

Two will have art responses! Probably should have staggered them but I think they're back to back lol. It doesn't matter anyway

I might try to cram one more in,, to better match batch one,, we'll see. But that's likely batch two ✌️

[quillheel]

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station? @autonomousxselves Aigis @ Junpei :3

When Junpei had gotten jolted awake from the sprawled ( if somewhat awkward ) comfort of the dorm's armchair by the sharp sound of his cellphone in his jeans pocket, he hadn't known what to expect, but he's pretty sure it wasn't a real text ━ it seemed all too often scammers found his phone first, and he was already half annoyed when he flipped it open, eyes squinting at the little screen, only for that train of thought of damn it, who woke me up?! and this better not be about some project he forgot about... to get snatched by the gear-shift and fried like children sticking fingers into bug-zappers.

he was on his feet stumbling as he shrugged on his faux-fur lined jacket and shouldering open the front door onto the front steps as his brain scrambled faster than he might've ever gone. Last minute study sessions and movie marathons and pretty girls who'd ghost him be damned, those legs hadn't moved like this in a long time.

Iori. / TXT: ━ What?! Whay happened?! Iori. / TXT: ━ Stay put! omw!!

it's a miracle he managed to spell any of those six words correctly as he ran, in full honesty.

( he'd never heard her use the phrase 'you're gonna laugh' before neither, did she hear it at school or something? it kind of gave him chills, but better yet, who the hell gave Aigis a phone?! could she just text from her brain this whole time or something?! spooky... )

[supremestrangeness]

OOC

aaah I wanna write but I’m not feeling what’s left in my drafts. Feel free to send Supreme any random asks/questions/whatever!

[disgracedvessel]

He thinks he's in another nightmare upon first glance.

The trembling begins on his next breath, followed by his heart pounding against his ribcage. Faded scars start to ache with phantom pain.

Shaking hands rise--either in self defense or pitiful supplication, he can't tell--and he wills himself to wake up. But the longer he stares at the boy a few paces away, he remembers this is no nightmare.

Afternoon sunlight illuminates the courtyard. Distantly, as if through water, he can hear the chatter of students released from classes. It brings Azelle back to himself in pieces. Hands lower. He swallows.

Another look reveals a brand on the boy's forehead. Azelle nearly collapses under the weight of his relief, that it's not Arvis come to find him. (His heart aches. He does miss his brother, prays that in this strange land, they may one day find some reconciliation.)

A different matter for a different time. He clears his throat once more. "Are you the son of Arvis?"

Julius has found himself lingering around the classrooms lately, just outside of their doors to catch snatches of the lessons he would otherwise insist on not needing. The past months have awakened - or rather, reawakened a slumbering interest in staves. Fódlan, however, does not have such objects (and indeed if it did, Julius would have mastered them all by now, just as their use had come naturally to him back home), so he listens and studies in secret.

Standing just off to the side of the Black Eagles classroom, half-leaning against a stone column with his hands behind his back as he concentrates on the quiet words of the lecturer within, he becomes suddenly aware of a pair of eyes watching him. He straightens his back slowly and shifts his attention toward the courtyard behind him without yet looking over his shoulder. They were awfully persistent, whoever they were, staring for so long without doing anything, and Julius has little patience for waiting. He eventually turns halfway to comb the yard with his eyes.

A man with hair as red as his own waits nearby, and were it not for the anxiety that blanched his face, Julius might have thought he resembled his father somewhat. With shorter hair and a less imposing figure, of course. With the lecture now long-forgotten, Julius gives the man another minute to make his move before accosting him himself.

He clears his throat to speak and Julius raises his brows with interest, turning the rest of the way to meet him.

What a coincidence that this man would mention his father, too. Julius instead narrows his eyes and examines this face that is far too familiar to belong to a stranger. Everyone in Jugdral wanted the tyrannical Prince Julius dead; he couldn’t take his chances.

“Do I know you?” he asks over the other’s question.

[justahumblememefarmer]

Putting some positivity out there about the election

Harris has raised a record amount of money from small donors after Biden dropped out, in addition to being able to access all the funds from their campaign they already had

Trump is deeply unpopular and people have already seen the chaos that 4 years of his presidency would bring. A lot of people have been energized to vote against him, even if they're not fond of Dems

Polling showed a red wave for Republicans in the 2022 midterms, and yet they only barely had control of the House, and couldn't even agree on a Speaker for a historic amount of time. Dems also increased their lead in the Senate. Historically, midterms favor the opposition party and have lower turnout, so this is a good sign for the House in 2024

Dems are fighting back in swing states. PA and GA both put in Democratic senators in the midterms

In my home state of PA, I am from Bucks County, which is a swing county for the state. Moms for Libery took over the school board and used it to attack queer students, enact book bans, and funnel money to themselves and the superintendent. At the most recent election, Dems turned out and took back every single open seat, ousting the board and superintendent. Worry about similar takeovers in surrounding school boards also increased turnout

Abortion rights are on the ballot in many states, which has been a winning issue for Dems and increased turnout

Republicans were prepared to attack a feeble old Biden who isn't the strongest speaker. I don't think they expected him to actually drop out, and they now have to put an 78 year old convicted felon up against a prosecutor

Awareness of Project 2025 and it's contents has entered the public sphere and is being much more openly discussed on the news. While Trump has insisted he has nothing to do with it, most of the authors worked in his administration and Trump has worked closely with the Heritage foundation

Feel free to add more things on this thread, but the most important thing is to get out there and VOTE

Vote for President

Vote for Senators

Vote for Congresspeople

Vote in your local elections

Vote Blue down ballot

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

« please don’t tell me you’re laughing because of me. i… didn’t see that pole. » momo @ daichi

@tsukiigami "I'm not...." Daichi said with a poker face but cracks are breaking through that expression as there is a constant twitch at the corner of his mouth. His eyes became crinkled at the corners. He covers his mouth with a hand, trying his best not to break with his eyes closed. "I mean....to be honest...nobody could have seen that coming..." Daichi said. Eito, his spirit companion chirps on the top of his head, confirming it. Well....Eito did. He saw that pole coming a mile away. Recalling that mishap from three different takes in three different angles. A chortle escapes him and then he can't stop himself. He laughs while holding his sides. God, he felt so bad but damn it, it was too hard not to laugh!

"I'm sorry!" Daichi wheezes a little, "S-s-sorry! I shouldn't laugh...it's just..." He shakes his head before looking at Momo. "Okay! Sorry! Are you...ha...okay?!Are.....you hurt anywhere?" He asked while snorts were coming through.

[captainseamech]

A terrible mistake to rest and observe upon a tree, hovering over water. Cracking of wood, of small rocks rolling down the hill. Oh-- Yikes, there went the snake, in the water with a big splash. As soon as he fell into the cold water, he slithered out with speed he didn't know he owned. Within an instant the golden bellied mechanical snake shot out of the water, crashing his big snout straight into a Mech's legs. In his panicked state, his first reaction was to strike and he latched his sharp row of teeth at the Mech's leg. Meanwhile the rest of his body curled and tried to wrap around the Mech. His whole row of scales rattled from the cold of the water, and to try expelling the rest of it out of his systems.

             Out of many things High Tide expected to see when coming out of water, being bitten by a giant snake in his leg was definitely not one of them. Letting out a husky roar of pain, he almost stumbled and fell if it weren’t for his momentarily focus at the snake. Could that be a... beastformer?

             “H-Hang in there! I’ll get’cha out o’ this!” Taking hold of the majority of the elongated body and allowing the remainder to wrap around his waist, the sea mech took a few long steps to get out of water, hissing a few times due to the sharp pain in his leg. Once on land, he let out a deep ex-vent and placed most of the long body down on dry land. “Ay, let go of me now!”

[of-ancunin]

Leaves and twigs crunch underfoot as Rothalion slowly made his way through the underbrush, pausing to glance upward to sparkling stars in the depths of the sky overhead. He breathed a gentle sigh, leaning forward to continue his aimless stride only to freeze at the sound of additional footsteps in the gap of silence. He tensed, turning his head in the direction of the sound. With slow, careful movements a weapon was drawn and he stepped forward, closer to the second set of steps.

"Who goes there?" Rothalion demanded, stepping out from the bushes blade-forward. Despite discomfort, the drow managed to keep his voice and his polearm steady. //Rusty but makin an attempt, hello 👉👈;

It turns out that folks don't care much about murder if it's the right person. At least that's what Astarion figured out quickly after the whole tadpole fiasco. He was quick to seek out the Guild and offer his services in a certain area.

It seemed to work for both him and those that sought out his services. They paid him for taking on their contracts and he kept himself fed and happy. Things seemed to look up for him.

Currently he had been on the hunt, a halfling the quarry. He'd tracked her through the woods, the underbrush thick, but it'd given him the cover he needed. She hadn't put up much of a struggle and having drained her dry he rummaged through her belongings pocketing whatever caught his eye that was of value. He froze though at sound of something coming through the underbrush.

"You're a long ways away from the Underdark drow", he says as he stands slowly hands spread giving the illusion of him being unarmed meaning no harm.

[cthoniian]

there is silence between them at his words. deserve better? elain perhaps did not deserve the fate that led her to the cauldron, the visions that stole her peace of mind, or the prolonged visions of death that took most of her vision. these are things one could argue she didn’t deserve. but there is a difference between things that have happened to her, and the choices she made.

she reached into the darkness, she reached into death and stole him. she took the whispers of his lamenting soul, and bound them back together. she paid that price willingly. what price was the reduction of her vision to save a life? a life that had never deserved to end so soon.

eyes once warm and honeyed shift to his direction, her hands fisted in her lap. there is a stiffness to her spine. though her gaze cannot focus, her vision little more than shapes and shadows, details missing where once she had relished in the colours and vibrancy of life - she never wavers in her following of where she knows he is. in tune to the soul she cradled against her spirit as she guided it back to the living.

‘ do not take away my choice angel. do not pretend that i have not made my will known. ‘

there’s something echoing in her voice, as if the woman who existed in the void he fell through, and the one who has brushed the base of torn wings merge in her depth of feeling.

‘ if you do not wish to— be here, then go. i have never wished to hinder your path. but do not depart simply from misguided belief that i deserve better than what i have chosen. ‘

the unsaid truth, she chose him. she knew the cost and she chose his life. she might have been unable to give him back his wings, but she could give him life. her chin lifting in stubbornness.

‘ make a choice because it is what you wish. do not pretend to make it for me. ‘

she rose slowly, fingers brushing down her skirts. there is a flush of colour on her cheeks. fair skin pinked by the suppressed emotion. she knew he would not stay, he was meant for freedom - and she is a weight. bound to the future and past in visions, burdened by her disabilities. she is simply another tattoo upon his brow. and her heart breaks.

[ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is". // the sightless seer & the wingless angel. // @lyctoralsaints