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[anths-girl]

...staying up all night doing bad boy shit and by that I mean...laying awake in bed having existential crisis number 156266378939949594047899894930... 🙄🤷🏼‍♀️

Staying up all night doing bad boy shit and by that I mean... knitting

[alexturner2005]

i really don’t like this…….

on another note, hello?? there was supposed to be a film to accompany the car and they scrapped it?? [x]

[honeyimhomeosexual]

we listen and we don’t judge

(on a similar note i guess, cause it just came to my mind)

on my birthday we all got wasted and somehow one of my best friends who’s also my ex situationship (person 1) landed with her head in my lap, and her other ex situationship (person 2) got the amazing idea that person 1 cover her eyes and me and person 2 both take turns kissing her, and person 1 has to guess who’s kissing her. (at one point a third ex situationship of person 1 joined for a while)

We listen and we don't judge

When I was 7, me and my friends saved a fish from drowning

(Tag your moots)

@literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @sunlights-daughter @protagaster @somereaderinblue @fronzie @notesbyaphrodite

[yuikomorii]

do we think that yui fell first and it was ayato that fell harder or do we think that it was ayato that fell first and yui that fell harder? 🤔 this has been on my mind for years and i've never came to a definite answer

// OKAY, LET’S GET THIS STARTED—

Yui definitely fell for Ayato first in HDB. From the start, she kept calling him cute and imagining them as friends. After Ayato gave her her first REAL kiss, she began picturing them as lovers, and he kept giving her more of that "cuteness aggression" that only deepened her feelings. Ayato, on the other hand, seemed to start falling for her after waking up from a nightmare, when Yui willingly offered him her blood and confessed that she actually enjoyed it. By the end of HDB, Ayato definitely loves Yui, but it’s clear she fell harder for him, especially given the things she does in the After Story.

Anyway, as for MB, we’re not sure who exactly fell for the other first. All we know, based on his route description, is that they both had feelings for each other even before the Mukamis arrived.

“With the appearance of the Mukami brothers targeting the heroine Yui, the bond between the two who have feelings for each other becomes even more intense. Ayato, who desires her heart, not just as prey, hides his painful feelings behind his rough words and actions.”

I think it was pretty clear that Yui fell for Ayato the fastest, since in the second chapter, after taking the truth, she confessed to him. Ayato also seemed happy when Yui asked for his kisses and bites there, so it’s pretty obvious he had feelings for her too. I also remember a scene from one of the earlier chapters where a classmate gave Yui two cinema tickets, and she wanted Ayato to go with her. Even though Ayato claimed to dislike movies, he was still willing to go with her. It’s clear he liked Yui; if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have done something he wasn’t interested in.

The problem with his MB route lies in how Yui constantly objectified him and pushed him to return her feelings, without ever considering his struggles. I also understand that Ayato’s past gave him trust issues, leading him to the belief that "I won’t make anyone special again because they won’t reciprocate my feelings." His intense bloodlust, likely worsened by the fig curse, pushed him to the edge too. But honestly, it was sooo tiring to watch. It felt like it was the same scenario over and over again, and I can't help but think that everything could have been resolved if they just COMMUNICATED earlier. Yet, I suppose the writer wasn’t feeling inspired when they wrote that route. 🤷🏼‍♀️

As for the After Story, sorry not sorry, but it’s undeniably the best-written one in the entire franchise. The way Ayato went to university for Yui, despite the deep trauma studying caused him, was incredibly moving. He didn’t pressure her to get a job; instead, he wanted to surprise her by building a good future for both of them, which I find really admirable. It’s also heartwarming how Yui continuously praised Ayato and helped him with his studies. In the Vampire Ending, she waited years for him to wake up from the coma, and all those years he kept searching for her in his dreams, therefore in the end, they both fell deeply in love with each other.

On top of that, there’s this official short story, where Ayato mentions not remembering when he started liking Takoyaki but then Yui rizzes him up with this confession:

Translated by Koiiro

In conclusion: They’re both down bad for each other, lol.

[bekkachaos]

Several Sentences Sunday

getting started because I had a weird dream and wrote some shit about it 🤷🏼‍♀️

tagging some wonderful people x

@monsterrae1 @thelikesofus @eddiebabygirldiaz @bi-buckrights @dr-shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @smilingbuckley @lonelychicago @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @jackluvsdaniel @morose-fan @bidisasterevankinard @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @daffi-990 @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doctorkinney @diazsdimples @steadfastsaturnsrings @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @tizniz @bucksbiawakening @gayhoediaz @inell

This is from a dream I had where Buck got turned into an adorable little dog and Eddie has to try and turn him back while keeping them out of shenanigans. The dog in question was an Italian Greyhound (photo of one under the cut for reference).

As Eddie settled himself, shifting his hips with one knee up and splayed out (his back would suffer for it later), he heard a low whining sound coming from the floor by his bedside table. He opened his eyes with a sigh as the sound got louder, more pleading, and then he was met with the sight of two little paws and a glistening nose on the edge of the bed.

He had his ears pressed back again, one side of his face resting against his paw in an adorable tilt as he stared at Eddie. And he thought Buck has mastered puppy dog eyes before this whole incident.

"Alright, fine," he conceded, making Buck's ears perk up as he lifted his chin off the bed hopefully. "Get up here."

He didn't have to say or do more than that before Buck was easily leaping up onto the mattress, hopping over Eddie and nudging the back of his neck, making Eddie chuckle.

"What?" he asked, rolling further onto his side to turn and look back at where Buck was watching him with his tail wagging.

Then he was hopping back over to Eddie's front, using his nose to hitch up the duvet and slip underneath.

Eddie snorted out a laugh as Buck's tiny body disappeared, leaving his back paws scrambling to bury himself deeper. Eddie could feel him shifting until his nose popped out at the duvet's opening, his small but warm body now pressed against Eddie's chest.

"That's where you want to sleep, huh?" he asked.

Buck made a noise that sounded somewhere between a squeak and a sneeze, stretching out to lick at Eddie's cheek.

"Alright, okay!" he grinned, Buck giving him one last lick on his earlobe before stopping to look at him. "Just get comfortable, and hope I don't squash you in the night."

Buck wriggled himself closer, crossing his front paws with a big stretch and nestling his head to one side of them with Eddie's chest on the other. He let out a big sigh and started to close his eyes as Eddie just looked down at his frame, chest expanding and contracting with each breath.

He was so small and soft and sweet, and made a little rumbling sound of contentment as Eddie ran his fingers from behind his ears and down over his back again and again. Charming as he was with four legs and a tail, Eddie couldn't help but ache as he missed the man he used to be.

"We'll get this sorted," he assured him softly. "I promise."

Buck just nuzzled in closer to his chest in reply and slowly, Eddie was drifting off into a comfortable sleep beside him.

this is the baby in question, they are tiny:

[mango-draws]

Sanji’s not my fave straw hat by a mile, but he’s fun to draw and I’ve got a friend who absolutely loves him so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Love his Whole Cake Island outfit; unfortunately I drew this on the train with v limited wifi so this was done from memory!

Currently on ep 837!

[anths-girl]

My whole life is one big fuckening... 🤷🏼‍♀️

[nsharks]

Will Ghost ever find out about Kyle having a thing for Twix?

🤷🏼‍♀️

[lowkey-brat]

Just sayin’🤷🏼‍♀️🥞🫠🥵

[grouper]

uninteresting other things.

[airenyah]

i meant to finish writing the main body of text for my ep6 style meta today but now i'm spending my afternoon writing a different meta in ep6. oops

[lighthouseas]

normally would not say this on main because this is my silly guy blog but when i tell yall that tumblr is quite literally how i figured out that i probably have some form of ocd

[itsnotreal]

How 🤯

The script was written and I could not change a thing

[nsharks]

Oh Neridia KNOWS

🤷🏼‍♀️

[endless-ineffabilities]

Hi are you still planning on doing the father Charlie fic? I'm really looking forward to it 🥺

I think I still want to, but I stopped watching Grotesquerie pretty quickly, and I heard he's actually a doctor there???

[lavenderprose]

Emmrich is a morning person and Rook is only a morning person under duress, which becomes only a minor issue after the gods are finally dead because Rook's ideal wake up time is roughly noon, and Emmrich's up at the asscrack of dawn every day whether he works or not.

It's six thirty AM and Rook's face-down on the bed, titties out and hair splayed across three pillows, and Elgar'nan breathed this last breath less than a week ago. Emmrich gave the various factions of Thedas exactly three days to demand Rook's attention and, on the morning of the fourth day, grabbed Rook with one hand and Manfred with the other and asked the Caretaker if there was an Eluvian that might deposit one anywhere in the area of the Cumberland countryside.

Emmrich apparently maintains a small country house here, for 'Whatever occassion might arise' (demented) and it's modest but pretty. Manfred trampled straight into the rose garden when they got here and hasn't emerged since, but Emmrich claims that's normal for him. Rook personally believes that Manfred, even, is still processing their mutual ordeal, but she's content to let him do it with the caterpillars and the rose petals. Not like a skeleton can be pricked by a thorn.

The moment they arrived, Emmrich sought out the housekeeper and told her that her services would not be required for the coming week, and to stand by on the subject of next week as well.

"Go celebrate the world not ending, Helga!" he'd said, maybe a bit too loud and manic, as he closed what was surely much more than a week's salary into her hand. Knowing Emmrich, there was already a very robust system in place to assure that his housekeeper received her generous salary every week--this was merely some sort of consolation pay for the very difficult task of being given a week of vacation.

Helga was Elven, at least as old as Emmrich and blinked at him like a vaguely surprised cat. She swept her gaze over Rook as well before leaving. She'd been smirking, Rook thought, as the door closed behind her.

Thus, they've been alone in the house, and Rook has been sleeping, staring vaguely into the distance, sleeping, reading from Emmrich's extensive collection, looking at the ceiling while trying to forget the sight of Bellara's blighted eyes, sleeping, bouncing on Emmrich's dick like it's her job, and sleeping sleeping sleeping.

They've been here for two days, more or less 48 hours, and many of those hours were spent in his lap. Fucking him, yes, but also just clinging onto him like an extra limb because right now, she feels like she might disintegrate if he isn't touching her. He reads to her. Smiles and laughs through so many stories from his life. She thinks about Solas disappearing into the Fade, maybe never to be seen again. The last God of her people.

When she goes too quiet, sometimes he tells her a joke or puts a little chocolate in her mouth. Once, he ate her out while humming the Nevarran national anthem and she laughed as she came. Sometimes he joins her in melancholy and they lay together and cope. Sometimes she cries, mostly from exhaustion and relief and grief, and he kisses her face. Sometimes he cries. From exhaustion and relief and grief, probably. She tucks her head under his chin and rubs her small hand up and down his broad back, and then she swipes the snot and tears out of his mustache with her very own thumb because she loves him, she loves him.

This morning, she flutters her eyes open and enjoys the texture of the silk sheets against her bare body (Last night, and for lack of a better term, Emmrich fucked her to sleep--apparently, when the world isn't in active peril, he's very into the whole tantric thing. Hours of crazy hot, dragging sex that destroys braincells, but only the ones she's better off not having.) and she does that for about thirty seconds before she realizes it's just barely light outside, blue and cool. Then she starts wondering why the fuck she's awake right now.

The answer becomes apparent immediately: Emmrich is in the ensuite bath, running water and making the weirdest, loudest noises. She thinks at first that he's managed to gag himself with his own toothbrush, but then he sneezes, blows his nose with a honking noise like a malfunctioning horn, and clears his throat so thunderously that Rook thinks he must somehow be drowning.

She rolls out of bed and wobbles into the bathroom, birthday suit and all, because clearly he's become sick in the night and it's now up to her to guide him back to bed and care for him. She's surprised, then, to find him looking hale and healthy in front of the sink. He's wearing nothing but silk pajama pants and down slippers. He's making an absurd clicking sound and swirling a finger inside his ear.

"Are you okay?" Rook demands, propped on the doorjamb.

Emmrich jumps a foot on the air, winces as he jabs his own eardrum, and says, "Ow! Darling, please don't sneak up on--"

"You are being so loud," she says, because the polite section of her brain hasn't woken up. "Are you choking? Are you sick?"

"No," Emmrich says slowly. "I just--oh, the door must have fallen open. The floor isn't terribly even here. I'm sorry, darling--sound does carry in this old house." He twirls a finger behind his ear and clinks again. "I fear I suffer seasonal allergies, dearest, and it's been a long while since I slept more than a night or two outside of the Necropolis or the Fade. There's quite a bit of...mucus..." He clears his throat.

"Gross," says Rook, and then, "It's dawn, Emmrich."

"Mm-hm." Emmrich is now leaning across the counter, two inches from the mirror and examining his mustache like a jewel appraiser.

"Why are you making heinous old man noises at dawn?"

His eyes veer towards her reflection in the mirror, and they make eye contact in the glass. Very neatly, and with a raised eyebrow, he says, "Heinous old man noises."

Rook starts making hawking, gutteral noises in the back of her throat. It's a pretty faithful imitation.

"Dearest," he yells over the sound. "I apologize for waking you--"

"I cannot believe," says Rook, "that I'm going to spend the rest of my life being woken up at dawn by the hacks and sneezes of a man who wears wing tip shoes."

She's halfway through a half-asleep snicker at the hilarity of her own statement when Emmrich fixes her with a surprised look in his wet eyes and she realizes she's never actually voiced the idea that has become an unspoken certainty in her mind: That he's the love of her life, and her life may not be as short as she was thinking it might be this time last week, and that she wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her ambiguously-numbered mornings waking up to him.

She also realizes the truth of the situation. The baths in the Lighthouse were communal, and one never knew which companion they might encounter during their morning routine. Emmrich is fastidious and spends a great deal of his energy in broadcasting the image of a man who is utterly put together in everything he does. Never a hair out of place or a thread loose. It's a privilege of the highest order to witness him this way. Sleep-mused hair, shadow on his jaw. The bleariness of sleep in his eyes and, yes, even the throat-clearing and nose blowing.

Emmrich clears his throat and whispers, "Forgive me. I've...lived alone. For a very long time."

Rook's eyes water as she croaks, "Not anymore. I don't...want you to."

A smile spreads his face. It is wobbly, boyish, and so so beautiful. The absurdity of the situation finally reaches her--she is very naked and he's only slightly more dressed and there is a perfectly warm, perfectly comfortable bed steps away.

"Come back to bed," Rook says. "Please?"

He does.