#☆*:・ﾟ ┊ we made these memories for ourselves

[iggyfingers]

I have been screaming about this for years!!

I think when the conversation about banning plastic straws first started I did some research on it and found it was something like plastic straws made up 0.03% of plastic waste and fishing nets was like 40% (you can fact check me on this. It was years ago, my memory is not that good). There is nothing more to this than pure ablism. And if I’m completely honest, even if plastic straws had more of an environment impact, I wouldn’t care. We have consistently used and abused our planet to make shit easier for ourselves, but the second disabled people require something as almost a basic necessity, it’s all about our planet over their needs.

It’s performative activism and as OP said, it’s not about the straws. It’s about disabled people constantly having to prove their disability and people still doubting them and preventing them from using the tools that they require.

I will never shut up about this and I’ll never stop being angry about the whole thing.

being aware of the impact of things we can often not think about (like straws) is important if we’re to make strides on environmental preservation 

that does not eclipse the importance of being aware of how it impacts disabled people. they’re both conversations we need to have

[yall-batman-fanfic]

A Promise Across Time | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Magician!Reader ft Justice League Dark [Part 3/3]

Synopsis: With his memories back, Bruce and Vivian plan to escape their cell before she gets burned at the stake and hanged for his crimes. Constantine comes to the rescue with a reckless plan.

Note: Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts are in this chapter.

“Enjoy that last embrace,” the soldier banged on their cell door, sneering at them. 

Bruce and Vivian got up from the slab they were at and faced the soldier who interrupted their reunion.

“By sunset you,” he pointed at Bruce who held Vivian in his arms protectively. “Will hang for your crimes, and you, witch,” he spat at her direction, Bruce was about to attack him but Vivian held him at his place. “Will burn at the stake.”

The soldier left soon after and Vivian sighed. “I love reading about history but I hate living it. But I do love the fashion.”

Bruce laughed and squeezed her hand. “We need to get out of here.”

“Really? What gave you the idea your hanging or my dinner date to a fucking barbeque?” 

“Can't you teleport us out of here?”

“I need to know the location. Its coordinates, its surroundings. But what I know is modern Gotham not 18th century Gotham. The last thing we need is to find ourselves in the middle of a war room with people with more guns.”

Bruce looked around the cell to find something to use as a weapon or break. He went to the small window and shook its bars. He pulled back with all his strength but can't remove it. Seeing his frustration, Vivian reminded him of her magic and removed the bars herself. She was about to jump up to see the outside but Bruce wrapped his arms around her legs and carried her up. Vivian looked out the small window.

“What do you see?” He asked.

“An alleyway. And a lot of people are shitting and – John?”

“John Constantine?” Bruce asked.

Vivian pulled back from the window as John’s face appeared there.

“I see you have already cleared the Bats’ jogged memory,” said Constantine. “And without burning him, congratulations. You just graduated from being an amateur in magic. Again.”

Vivian got down from Bruce's hold and said, “Get your ass in here Constantine so we can use the Eye of Chronos and we can get out of here before my appointment at town square.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw them making the stake earlier. And the gallows too. They placed it right across each other. Who knew an execution can be romantic.”

“Constantine,” Bruce scolded him.

“Calm down.” John disappeared from the window and appeared inside the cell with them. “Cozy, some rat droppings are there and human bile… anyway we can't use the Eye now.”

“What do you mean?” Vivian was panicking.

“I might have sat on it when we landed here – don't worry, I already fixed the bloody thing. It just needs to get more power.”

“How long?” Bruce asked.

“A couple of hours. That's why –” He stopped them both before they could speak. “-- I made arrangements. There's a ship at the docks. We can make a run for it and be at sea, far from Gotham or any English ship and wait for the Eye to work again and carry three passengers back.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Vivian asked.

“An explosion to get all of the soldiers here and far from the docks. Which, I'm sure you can handle, Vee. A hint, the square is far enough, and can get everyone panicking here and not there.”

“I know where the square is,” Vivian summoned the seals again and cast the incantation. As planned, an explosion happened at the square. John checked the window and saw the flames and smoke that transformed to a large bat, scaring people around them. Screams were heard and the stampede to get to their homes. 

“Now, we wait for your guards to come in and apprehend you,” John said. “Won't be long now.”

It did not take long for their door to be kicked down and a swarm of soldiers came in with bayonets pointed at them, some questioning where John came from, and other screaming for Vivian to stop the witchcraft she was doing at the square. Bruce and John had Vivian between them, away from the bayonets and the soldiers’ grasp.

“John, we need to go,” Vivian said to him.

“Not yet, this isn't all of them,” John whispered.

More and more soldiers started to be aggressive and Bruce had to disarm a man who came at them and took the weapon. 

“John!”

“Alright, brace yourselves,” John opened a portal below them and all three of them fell from the floor and into the sea. Splashing into the salt water, Vivian struggled to get back up with the weight of her dress, rushing to her rescue, Bruce removed the heavy layers of her dress and carried her to the surface where they both gasped for air.

“You said there was a ship!” Bruce told Constantine.

“There was!” John looked around. “There it is. Bastards sailed off earlier than they're supposed to!”

“I'll do it!” Vivian summoned a portal and moved it past them, and one moment they were in the water, the next they were on the docks of the ship with men startled and pointing their weapons at them. 

“Witch! Witch!” They cried out as they glared at Vivian.

“I'm getting tired of being called that,” she spat out salt water. She then moved her hand and the ropes of the ship started to move, capturing all of the men on the ship and tossed them out to sea. “Don't worry, if they can swim, they can reach the shore,” Vivian told Bruce as she got up from the ground. Another wave of a hand and they all were dry. 

“Now, we need to get away from here before those men you mercifully threw off board tell the others with faster ships what happened and they chase us,” said John. He summoned his magical seals and had every element of the ship move. The removing the sails from their secured lines, the helm being stirred, and to support his work Vivian summoned the wind to push them away from the port and further to international waters. 

They did not stop until they saw Gotham as just mountains and torches lighting it. 

Tired, both John and Vivian laid on the deck, panting. Approaching them, Bruce sat beside Vivian and offered them both a plate of food – bread, fruit, and bacon. He cooked the bacon just right. 

“Finally,” said John. “You made yourself useful.”

Batman glared at him but that glare faltered as Vivian placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my love,” she said to him and took a bite off the bacon.

Unable to hold it any longer, Bruce had her face him so he could place a kiss on her lips. He just swallowed salt water earlier, it was enough to wash away whatever he vomited earlier. John let out a loud cough, breaking their kiss.

“If you want to go all lovey-dovey, do it inside,” John pointed to the door. “We still have time to kill for the Eye of Chronos to fix itself, and for you to recharge. So don't tire her out, Bats.”

Sighing, Vivian patted Bruce's cheek and got up, bringing him with her, but before they went inside, Vivian leaned down and placed a kiss on John's cheek and hugged him. “Thank you, John,” she said.

“No problem, love… now go be with your husband,” he squeezed her hand and lets her go.

~*~

The captain's quarters was spacious with it holding the books, records, maps, the table where he conducts his business, and his very own bed at the corner. Vivian set their plate on the table and went through the captains’ things, and when she found what she was looking for she said, “aha!” She held out the bottle of scotch from the drawer.

“Should you be drinking?” Bruce asked.

“I deserve one after a very long day,” she told him as she opened the bottle and gulped a couple of times. “That's more than enough.” She went to take a bite from the bacon and bread. Casting spells was starving work and she just realized that she hasn't eaten since they went to the Watchtower too! She definitely needed food now. 

But how can she eat when Bruce started kissing her. He trailed his lips from the exposed part of her shoulder and up to her neck where he knew made her moan.

“I missed you,” he said against her skin. He purposely bit on that spot making her moan. “I missed touching you like this. I miss feeling you. Tasting you…” his hand was pulling up her skirts until he felt the skin of her thigh and he rubbed her there and was slowly hiking up to his goal.

“God, Vivian,” He breathed out as he brushed fingers at sex and slowly moved between her folds where she was already wet. “Don't be loud, Constantine is just outside… and these have thin walls.”

Vivian turned to him and said, “I don't care,” she kissed his lips. “I miss my husband and I want you now.” Holding his free hand, she led him to her breast where the ribbon was loose and he could reach inside. She moaned into his lips as he pushed his fingers in her. 

“I don't know how I survived centuries without you,” Bruce kissed jaw line. “Without this.”

Vivian laughed. He was right on centuries but she doubts that was literally how long he's been celibate. Still, considering they can't have a week without making love or fucking one another, a month was long for them. Though she didn't want to, Vivian pulled his hand away from her sex she could face him. She brushed her fingers across his beard, seeing some of the strands were white, and how it was unkempt. She missed looking into those eyes.

“I'm sure you want to know what's happening at home,” she said with a smile. “Things are a mess in Gotham since they found out Batman was gone, but Dick is leading them to get everything back in order –”

“I don't want to talk about Gotham right now. I care for our family but right now, while we're trapped here in this ship, at this time, let me be with you, Viv. Let me be a husband first,” Bruce leaned on her forehead. “Let me touch my wife who I have missed so much and have hurt by leaving her.”

“It wasn't your fault.”

“But you had to go through all of it.”

“Casualties of the job.”

“Incompetence,” Bruce kissed her. “I'm not just Batman anymore, Viv. I'm a father. I'm your husband, and I have my vows to you that even death can't break.” 

He skillfully pulled the strings that held her corset and removed it from her entirely, followed by the bralette, and the skirts and underwear, leaving her naked before him. He brushed his fingers on the red marks left by the corset, tracing them until they stopped before it could mark her breasts.

Under her gaze, he took off his clothes and threw each one of them to the floor. Both naked, Bruce and Vivian looked at each other's bodies, familiarizing themselves of anything that has changed during their time apart. Nothing has changed but for some new scars he got. 

Unable to hold himself anymore, Bruce lifted her off the ground, sweeping her off her feet and making Vivian laugh. He laid her on the captain's bed and hovered over her body. He took his time memorizing her face again before leaning down to kiss her lips and her neck.

Her body felt like it was on fire in all the right places as his mouth moved from her collarbone, to her chest, and to her breast. She dug her fingers to his back, earning a grunt of pleasure from him, as he ran his tongue across her nipple. 

“Bruce!” She moaned out his name as she felt him press himself on her sex. He would only brush against her over and over but never giving what has been building inside at the pit of her stomach. She arched her back a bit more to brush against him again, this earned a smile from him.

“Please,” she breathed, grasping to his lower back to emphasize the need. “Bruce, please.”

Bruce dragged his tongue up her belly and to her breast again, taking his time there, and then trailed kisses on her face. And as he nestled at the crook of her neck, she felt him smile as Bruce thrust into her in a long, powerful stroke — and bit down on her to hide his loud moan.

But she didn't. 

He stayed there for a moment, overwhelmed with feeling her again until Vivian started moving her hips then he began to move with her. Setting a lazy, smooth pace as he looked up to her for a kiss. His pace increased as his kisses became fierce, his tongue tangled with hers. When it wasn't enough, he pulled away from her lips and held her thighs, pinning her down to the bed as he moved deeper, harder. 

Their moans and grunts, and the creaking of the bed overpowered the sound of the ship rocking with the waves of the sea. Neither cared as they were too preoccupied reuniting with one another. 

He came into her, spasm after spasm filled her inside, and the feeling of him also triggered her climax. But this wasn't enough. They've made love as husband and wife, this time Bruce wanted to fuck her. Pulling out, making them both moan and their mixed essence coming out, he whispered to Vivian his desire and with a nod she turned her back on him and got on all fours, her arms bracing against the wall.

Bruce held her hips and aligned his erection to her again and pushed deep, deeper than he could earlier. Vivian let out an incoherent moan as he hit that deep spot and held his hand on her hips. When he didn't move she pushed back, making her hum in pleasure as she felt him pressing to that area. 

Seeing her need, Bruce pulled back and began this wilder pace. Going deeper than he did earlier to feel more of her, getting wilder in this frenzy of pleasure. He has shown to her earlier how much he missed her, now he'll show what she brings out of him. This animal who craves her euphoric touch and taste that would only come out in their bedroom.

“I can feel you get harder inside me,” she moaned. “You can go harder, I want all of you.’

Bruce leaned down and kissed her back as he moved her legs wider giving him more room to dive deeper into her, pushing to the hilt.

“Yes!” Vivian gasped.

At this point all rational thinking was gone. This was their purest form and it felt great to do something like this again. Reaching her ear, Bruce whispered, “Hold onto the wall,” before pulling her back against him and guiding her hands to the wooden surface in front of them, and found another way to hit another spot that made her moan louder and clench around him.

His hands roamed all over her body – flicking her clit, squeezing her breast, biting her shoulder.

He suddenly took himself out of her, and before she could protest, he had her lying down again, facing him – their initial position – and he gently pushed inside and out in a slow pace, letting Vivian feel every movement to trigger her climax again. 

“I love you, Vivian,” he said as he made love to her again. “I love you.”

Panting, Vivian reached for his face and brushed his hair back as she said, “I love you, Bruce — ah! I think –”

Bruce smiled and kissed her. “Let go, my love. Just let go.”

She whispered his name as she came, and he came with a strangled moan and buried himself deep in her. Filling her up with his climax. He was about to make a move to pull out, but Vivian grasped him by his bottom and told him to stay. Kissing her again, he laid there with her, side by side, and their legs tangled as he held her tight until they fell asleep.

~*~

Exiting the captain's quarters, with Bruce wearing the same clothes he had while Vivian wearing the captain's clothes she found in the closet, the two were greeted by a grumpy John Constantine who had breakfast on the deck floor and was drinking a bottle of scotch. When Vivian went to get a piece of bacon, Constantin slapped her hands away.

“John,” she said.

“Wash you fucking hands before you even touch one of these,” John told her. “Aye, I heard all of it. You both didn't seem to care didn't you? I got the whole audio show out here. Not even the fucking waves helped or that demon I called to play a song could drown out your sound. Bunch animals you two are.”

“Sorry,” she winced. “I cleaned up. Hands are clean too, may I?”

John gestured to the food but his frown was still there. When Bruce sat down, he eyed the man up and down and said, “I told you not to tire her out last night.”

“I didn't,” said Bruce as he handed Vivian a piece of bread and bacon. “What now?”

“We go home. I don't know about you two, but I miss the modern age where walls are thick to keep certain things in the bedroom,” he got out the Eye of Chronos. “If you please, Vivian?”

“I'm still eating,” Vivian told him.

“You can eat when we get home. Have Alfred make you a proper feast for the three of us.”

Sighing, Vivian dusted her hands and got up. Following her lead were the two men who prepared themselves for the journey. “Into the light, I command thee.” She summoned her Phoenix form, then called for the seals of time to her arm. They placed the alignments in their proper order and this time, Vivian used her locket as an anchor to get them back. 

~*~

Vivian groaned at the harsh landing. At first it was on soft ground, this time it was cold metal. Getting up, she found herself on the floor of the Watchtower meeting room where the Justice League were gathered to discuss a concern – maybe – but all looked at them as they recovered from their harsh landing.

“Are you alright?” Bruce came to her side immediately to help her up.

“Peachy,” Vivian muttered.

“We'll work on the landing next time,” John told her as he remained lying on the floor. “So, that's it then. I'll be off – back to my normal life,” he got up, and corrected his clothes. “If you need me, call her first,” he pointed at Vivian. “See you around, Vee!”

“Constantine, wait!” Superman called for him but the Englishman was gone. Turning to Batman and Vivian, Superman greeted his old friends with an embrace and said, “I'm glad you're both back.”

“How's Gotham?” Bruce asked immediately.

“Well, Nightwing's got everything under control. You – Vivian and John were only gone for a couple of hours. The sun is just about to come up in Gotham.”

“Good,” Vivian groaned as she stretched her back. “Means I can still help in making breakfast for the kids. Before we go, here.” She conjured the parasite that Bruce threw up in the cell. “That's for you. If you'll excuse us, we'll be heading home now.”

“Batman, we need to discuss what happened to you,” said Wonder Woman.

“And protocol requires you to be in quarantine –”

“Trust me, I don't need quarantine,” said Bruce as he held Vivian's hand. “What I need is a bath – a long and hot bath, and time with my family.”

Clark smiled. “We'll call you if there's anything urgent. Cyborg, help Batman and the Phoenix to the Boomtube to get home.”

“No need, I got it,” Vivian opened a portal and both of them went in. Leaving the Justice League with dead parasites in animated suspension. 

“Are you sure we're not gonna try and send another invitation for her to join the League?” Hal asked.

“Don't bother,” Clark sighed.

~*~

“They should be back by now,” Jason muttered as they got up to the manor from the cave. 

“Jason, it's not that easy, you know,” said Tim as he pulled off his mask and cape. “Man, I hope breakfast is ready now.”

“It's time, Tim. They can get back earlier if they want.”

Dick sighed. “Both of you, stop it. We had a long night. Let's just wait for Vivian. Superman will tell us if something's wrong.”

“But how do they know that something is wrong, Grayson?” Damain questioned him.

“Because Vivian left a timer for us. If they're not back within twenty-four hours then there is something horribly wrong.”

Arriving at the kitchen, the Robins were greeted by Alfred setting the table with breakfast being mountains of pancakes, bacon and sausages, eggs, coffee, hot chocolate, whip cream, berries. Their mouths started watering at the sight of the feast before them.

“Any reason for the big breakfast, Alfred?” Duke asked.

“It's a celebration,” Vivian came out of the kitchen holding her favorite mug and following her was Bruce, clean shaved and wearing his usual shirt. “And I miss pancakes.”

In an instant, the Robins errupted in gasps and shouts as they called for them, “Bruce!”, “Vivian!”, “Ma!”, “You're back!” 

Damian was the first to embrace his father and then turned to Vivian and said, “You both got back.”

“I promised I would, didn't I?” She told him. She then stretched out her arm to Jason who waited for her to notice him and brought him to an embrace, and then Tim who was more than happy to see her again.

Bruce was mostly caught in Cassandra's tight hug but he managed to thank Dick for keeping everything together, and Duke who was standing there just happy to see them back.

“Let's eat,” Bruce told them.

Everyone went to their proper seats with Bruce at the head of the table and Vivian to his left, Alfred right across from him, and the rest finding their places. All seats were now occupied but for one. 

“Are we expecting someone?” Tim asked.

Right on cue, John Constantine appeared, dressed in his usual get up and took the place across Vivian. “I only came because she said there's real food,” he told them. “And I was tired with whatever it was they cooked at that time.”

“Guest first,” Vivian told him.

John had three pancakes, two sausages and bacon floating to his plate and had butter and syrup. “Do whatever you want, I'll be having my meal in peace.” He told them, and everyone took their piece. 

As they ate together as a family, a lot of questions were asked about their little adventure through time and what Bruce looked like as a pirate. All questions were answered but other details to the question of, “why did it take you so damn long to come back?” were avoided. By the end of their breakfast, the Robins went to their respective rooms and homes to get a good sleep before starting their day. 

Alone in the living room, Vivian sat with Ace on her lap, while John enjoyed the leather seat with his whiskey. Bruce was on the phone with Lucius Fox about settling things with the lawyers and to immediately announce his return with the fake story about his plane being found by Superman and he was immediately brought to the hospital and was given privacy.

As Bruce discussed with Alfred the things they needed to fix tomorrow – because today he wanted to stay with his family — Vivian called to John and said, “The Eye of Chronos was never broken, wasn't it?”

“My fat arse did flatten it,” He replied.

“But it never really needed a recharge. Right?”

John sighed and smiled. “You deserved it. The both of you. Before coming back to this.”

Vivian smiled and said, “Thank you, John. For everything.”

“Even for trying to kill you?” He joked.

“Yes… while it was still horrible what happened that night, if it didn't happen, I don't think I would have found this life. I wouldn't have found Bruce… so thank you.”

John smiled and raised his glass to her. “You're welcome, Vee.”

[foxgirlmoth]

Actually I'm deleting the app. Peace out Tumblr, its been a hell of a decade.

Cohost, Bluesky, twitter, Steam, Twitch, and Discord are all: Windfaemaiden

Might be all lowercase on Discord, and thats the best place to reach me. After that I might be on Cohost, my Twitter is a bit dead, and bluesky is. Eh. Talk to me on steam if you wanna game.

My alt accounts here are Windfaemaiden for my art blog, and my alt blog which is 18+ is mothgirlmilk.

I might check desktop tumblr in a while but this place has become too hostile and its just painful. I met the love of my life here by talking about Metroid. I love this girl so much and the place we met has been so actively hostile I just can't be here any more and it sucks so much. I get sentimental about so many things and I'm crying over losing the place I met my wife. Fuck.

I'm gonna miss a lot of you, if we ever even exchanged a reply or dm or ask or two, I would love to hear from you in the future. If this place gets better I might even be back, who knows. So many of you have become friends and people in my circle who I love to learn about.

💕💕💕💕💕

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[dcviated]

"Nah. It's not a party, I didn't get any invitations or hear anything about it. " Since, understandably, Gurin got invited to all of them (guess how many Veril did) "Next one's in a week or something. Look, it's not our problem for now, we deal with that later once we have a better cover story for ourselves if we even need one. And as long as your shit works we don't have anything to worry about that, right?" If only he was aware of how prophetic his words were.

No sooner does he hear the mutterings of Ukolai while navigating the path to the nexus does he recognize the trouble. This is why he thought Blythe was crazy before for wanting to see their archdemon! Ukolai was never alone, he always had-- company. In addition to the shadow guard there was always the showoff and right hand (though it was more like right arm), Dravok.

Gurin knows it before the mass even opens their toothed maw. Their plan is kaput. Blythe is about to shine out to those lenses like a great blasting beacon. There's your party, Veril. You made it!!! The snarl locks between his lips, but the glare he shoots down to the portly demon could burn like a sun if he twisted his gemmed wrist for a spell. Maybe later. Maybe if they live. Hells damn all this. Where was his luck?!

"Counterfeit gems, are you fucking kidding me, Veril? You put Blythe's safety behind counterfeits?! Move." He's seething but his mind is attempting to race past that, to find some way out or some plan. This goes way past feelings or emotions. Is he the only one that realizes that- if this went in any way wrong, it could be a fucking war?! Zeyrfial doesn't joke around with this girl! He doesn't joke around with anything!

"Blythe. You--" He turns to look at the nothing space, face wrinkling. "You stay with me. Aight?"

Ironic, really, that the one most capable of ridding him of the memories haunting him was the one that had inflicted them, isn't it? That cold chill still lingered, and the occasional goosebumps that crawled up his spine were well attributed. And yet, survival can't be sustained by just hiding away, now can it? Lose face? In front of guys like Veril?

Not gonna happen. Gurin has some dignity as a demon. Even if he's not the best guy. Definitely not the kind that Blythe ought to be hanging around, and yet here he was, wasn't he? About to step in front of one of the guard that protected his boss for her. Because. Hells what else could he do?!

Nobody else was going to touch her if he could help it.

"Ah ah ah, oy oy oy, how about you ease up and stand down, Dravok. This one's mine, actually." Gurin sighs out, a gestured up hand tapping a finger to the other's chest and giving them a feeble push back. There's yield, but not a whole lot. Gurin was lacking in the physical stature (who wasn't next to Dravok) (Ukolai really liked to have the model guard be flashy huh). Still, at least now he was a body between them and Blythe. "You think this guy can manage any kind of pull, you kidding?" A thumb over to Veril, who was now going to be the biggest butt of every solution Gurin came up with.

As expected, the belittlement of others is an agreeable course of conversation for the domineering brute, their toothy grin spreading as Gurin continues, lifted brows encouraging all of their amusement.

"Potential man here is potentially our biggest problem sometimes. Ah... But. Listen. This one's a leftover from that shindig with Q last week, trying to keep it hush. I'm trying to get her to The Molten Host since I got a guy who can do the branding and marking there."

Gurin leans over, looking past to the nexus where noise continued.

"Seems like you got bigger issues to deal with than a damned, don't ya? What all's going on there anyhow?" Excuse, remedy, into a diversion of topic. See if a casual 1-2-3 doesn't help clear the air for them.

Blythe was completely enrapt, bright emeralds boring into Gurin as he explained the layout of his home. A clam. They were inside a giant clam! How did that even work? Was it still alive? If they were inside the mollusk then where was the mollusk nestled? Her jaw drops to ask her ever-growing pool of questions, but she hesitates as he continues after a brief pause.

It had been obvious to Blythe that mentions of their first meeting brought him a lot of discomfort. Even just her presence (regardless of their current predicament) seemed to make him uneasy. The memory hadn’t been pleasant for her either, but she didn’t carry any scars from that night other than a deep anxiety to never have Zeyrfial yell at her like that again.

Veril also remembered that night well. He’d found Gurin crumpled, pierced, blood pooling around his hanging form. Gurin cursing as Veril cleaned the wound, used what little healing magic he knew, and bandaged him up. The grumble of thanks as he limped him back to his quarters. Veril hadn’t asked any questions that night, but the pieces were slowly falling into place now that he’d met the cause of the incident.

The red-skinned demon’s smile grew more as he watched his friend flounder. It was so odd. Normally Gurin was so suave with women, whisking them away with a wink and silver tongue. Gurin didn’t need to tell Blythe anything about this place, but it seemed that he was doing so to put her at ease. Not because he wanted to seduce her, but because he wanted to assuage any worries she may have. To give her reassurance that he had a plan, and everything was going to be fine.

And then the elevator doors opened.

Blythe doesn’t move right away, in awe of the main hub, but when she notices the crowd coming for them to take their own elevators to their own destinations, she gasps, scrambling behind Gurin and latching on once again. Veril is quick to reactivate the necklace with the snap of his fingers, hissing as other demons pushed past. “Yea, Brenn! Watch it!” Trying to position himself in a way that would keep Blythe safely nestled between the pair (which was rather difficult now that she was invisible), their merry(?) band made way for the thick of the crowd. How unfortunate that they’d have to pass through in order to make it to the main lifts.

Blythe stays completely silent, using all of her concentration not to trip or bump into anyone, while simultaneously eavesdropping on all the passersby. Veril quirks a brow, throwing a look at Gurin. “Is it a holiday or somethin’? Why’s everyone scrambling around? What’s the hubbub all about?” If Veril would take five seconds to listen in, like Blythe, he would hear the whispers of his coworkers.

“…Ukolai came personally….” “… breach in security…” “….his whole guard…” “An inspection?” “No no! A celebration?”

“Shit.” Veril’s curse startles Blythe, and she looks up to find his gaze trained on a formally dressed, bespeckled demon. “Dravok’s here…. which means….” Dravok was a large demon, and an even larger asshole. You had to be when you were the head of an archdemon’s honor guard… He was doing his job, scanning the perimeter when his eyes fell on an unusual sight. The glasses he was wearing were special. Expensive gems cut thin that allowed those who peered through to dispel any magical tricks or disguises. You never could trust anyone.

Especially those who were invisible…

“VERIL.” Reflexively, the portly demon stiffens, and all eyes shift to what most would see as just a duo. “What in the hells are you hiding this time?! How many times have I had to have a talk with you about using counterfeit gems?! You better have a damn good explanation this time or else.” The crowd parts, allowing the blue-skinned guard a path directly to them, the rest of the guard filling the gap around Ukolai. And it’s only now that Blythe realizes… Dravok is staring right at her.

Panic sets in. Should she run? Should she hide? Maybe she was overreacting? Maybe it would all be fine? She begins to quiver as the guard stands before her, towering, muscular. Blythe is swallowed by his shadow, and there’s no mistaking it. He’s looking down on her. “And who might you be? A new pet?”

Blythe contemplates answering, but instead ops to tug on Gurin, shaking only getting worse. She was caught! What would happen to her now?!

[fr0gg13b413]

growing up in a generation where a random text message of love causes an instinctive knee-jerk reaction of 'they are not okay right now, they are dying, they need help'. is a truly horrifying thought.

[brutal-out-here]

Just reread the waterbed place scene for the first time in 9 years, how in the world did the school let 4th graders read this

[thehordemultimuse]

Woah... Yuri Day...

Tenebrosity from @reflections-of-mobius

[thestarlightindex]

oh god what do we call a world that simultaneously exists as two mirrored versions at once

[folkinsomnia]

I just read a goodreads book review that made me angrier than any inconsequential thing has made me in a WHILE. I loved the book, and I'm not a good critic of novels (or anything); I'm decent at analysis to be fair, but I like a read or I don't (on a spectrum of course).

But good goddamn, this review reeked with pretension and was written like the most unbearable food or music critic's diatribes. Adult character is lost in life, makes stupid choices out of grief/running away from issues/thinking distance from community will help/doesn't act logically as a character in a horror plot? Childish and not very bright! A large bustling family coming together for a major cultural and spiritual threat and asking the same damn questions over and over again, repeating the same arguments, etc.? Tiresome and muddled! Bro is your family (bio or chosen) totally chill? Have you never at least seen (in media or in others' lives) annoying family members beating dead horses for days on end out of concern and love and lack of knowing how else to help???

Dude I dunno, it just felt like legitimate criticisms one might have if they dislike a book or parts of its structure, but then those criticisms were a molehill buried beneath a mountain of hating some super fuckin' flawed characters making wild and awful choices in a time of grief and isolation. Screaming!!!!

[bigweldindustries]

im going insane trying to work out what fuckin set it was that axwell ingrosso first dropped barricade

I FOUND IT ULTRA MIAMI 2015

[beth-is-rainpaint]

we made these memories for ourselves

Author: @beth-is-rainpaint​

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: G

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

Characters: Alya Fitzsimmons, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Enoch (Marvel), Deke Shaw, James Fitzsimmons (OC)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Birthday Fluff, Family Feels

Summary:

Most people think Alya Fitzsimmons was born in Scotland on January 27, 2016. Those closest to her know better: she was born on a plane-turned-spaceship, 154.65 light-years away, on January 27, 2020. But today she's turning seven, not three.

Being born in a time loop is weird.

Or, the Fitzsimmons family celebrates each year of Alya's life so far, in space and on earth.

Read the rest on Ao3!

[dazais-guardian-angel]

went to my first con in 4 years on Friday to meet Kaiji Tang and got a Dazai autograph + video recording of him reading to me. He was the sweetest person (as I knew he would be) and interacting with him was lovely, but also at the same time oh boy it sure was an extremely stressful, ugly wake-up call of what it feels like to live in a world now where everyone around you has blissfully moved on from covid and can enjoy things normally and happily, while you'll forever be trapped in a hellscape of perpetual fear 🫠🫠🫠

[lhrry]

we’re getting so many videos of the project and messages of people thanking us and talking about how beautiful and emotional it was and i can’t quite believe we actually made a rainbow project at Wembley happen

[gobbluthbutagirl]

my favorite thing anybody’s ever said about me is still when i was involuntarily committed for a failed You Know What attempt early in the pandemic and there was group therapy like 3 times a day that “wasn’t mandatory” but if you didn’t go they’d put it on your record that you “didn’t seem motivated” and you’d have to stay there longer and anyway each time they did it they’d go around the room and have you say a goal and mine was always some variation of “to get out of this place and go home” and one time when i said it some guy was like, “wow, she REALLY doesn’t want to be here!” like real as hell king i really don’t

[monstermp3]

this year has been really definitive for me in terms of healing, listening to my own needs, moving on from relationships and reconciling broken ones. there's also something about november (and the fall season in general) that makes me ruminate about my growth, so i'm in this cute little mood now where i'm feeling really proud of myself for the decisions i've made this year. some of them were extremely difficult decisions but now that i'm living my life just fine (in fact better) after having made them, i think they were for the better and i'm glad i took that leap of faith.

i also think i'm finally starting to put myself first. and a telltale sign of this remarkable progress is that i've been thinking more about how i'd like to start living for myself and how i should make that happen. i'm finally making plans and time not for anyone else, but for myself.

anyway nov has been really lovely so far and i think i'm incredibly lucky to have experienced everything that i have this month. <3