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[ciderjacks]

argh. This comic writing is taking me way longer than usual. I keep editing things and it doesn’t feel right.

[pinkyjulien]

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[melrosing]

omg someone reached out to me months ago on some burner account to argue about something pretty daft and i was like what is getting to you so severely about this post i made they obviously weren’t being entirely honest about where they were coming from….. and just now I think I finally cracked who they were and LMAO I see now…..

[gethellbcnt]

@originalribbing liked for a lyric stater with Charlie!

❝ you're a hard one, that's what i heard. ❞

[umbracirrus]

I still think on occasion about the idea of there being a Balgruuf the Lesser because of Balgruuf being known as 'the Greater'.

I like the concept of 'the Lesser' being Balgruuf's father who posthumously got the title because his son run Whiterun in a way which was deemed better.

Perhaps it was as a result of running Whiterun post-Great War so actually having more money from the White-Gold Concordat and access to resources - hence 'the Greater'.

I also can't not bring up one of my favourite conversations between Irileth and Balgruuf with her telling him off for sneaking out to the Bannered Mare for a pint - he wants to chat with the people, be with them, so perhaps he was simply more of a people-person than the Balgruuf who came before, and that resonated with people, and again led to the title...

[tarmac-rat]

Riley baby girl I love you but I’m asking 1, 6 and 17

Ren I am giving you hugs and good vibes

1. When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how much they tried?

Her younger brother Kai is her biggest one. God, did Riley try to save him, but she was thrown off her bike and barely survived getting run over herself-- by the time she could react, all she could do was watch a gang of Raffen Shiv shoot him in the head execution-style. That memory haunted her so bad that she repressed it as soon as she could and never touched it for two years.

Jackie's death was also a big one. Evelyn and Scorpion's fates also haunt her, since a part of her feels directly responsible for bringing death to their doorsteps. To a lesser extent, Riley also mourns the death of her clan, even though that was greater scope. She's lost a decent amount, but her twin's death was the one that impacted her the most because she was just so close.

6. How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

To the ends of the earth and back. Not even a question. Riley is, at her core, selfish, and will sacrifice whatever she needs to in order to make sure the people she loves are safe, even if it means sacrificing herself (which in her canon, she inevitably does).

17. What little regrets do they have?

She regrets coming to Night City somewhat: aside from wanting to run away from her problems and find herself, going to NC and becoming a rockerboy was a running fantasy of her brother's, and subconsciously Riley felt she owed it to him to go and experience the city for him since Kai no longer could. She regrets screaming at Jackie in the elevator when they were escaping Konpeki. And she desperately regrets that the last conversations she had with her mother and brother-- the only direct family she had-- were bitter fights where she said a lot of nasty shit she didn't take back, and that she never got the chance to make amends.

Thank you for asking!! 💙

[merchantofwhispers]

@deepseawarlock (A Labor of Love)

Something had shifted since arriving in the company of the Warlock.

Gemina, a woman who often felt so alone in a crowd of people, found herself feeling seen beneath the eyes of a single man. A man so strange, a man who was seemingly as isolated as she was -- though the sources of their loneliness came from different places. There was a silent understanding between them, one that Gemina wasn't even consciousnessly aware of.

She sat with him at his meals, sipping from wines and bloods as they quietly discussed the world around them. They would exchange tales of things they'd seen, things they'd done. Gemina would regale him in descriptions of her vast antiques, Ulysses would return the favor by showing her so many wondrous things he'd kept for himself. Laughter became more common as they playfully bickered, her demeanor relaxed more and more as she grew accustomed to his respectful touch.

The original deal had not yet been fulfilled and yet it somehow had; Gemina felt alive, felt more belonging in those evenings spent with Ulysses than she had in decades. No sweet treats had touched her tongue, but sweet words had left it. No sunlight had graced her eyes, but the light behind Ulysses's eyes had.

She'd found, at least in her mind, a friend.

Gemina had left out one night just before the sun set, but did not return until the next night had nearly ended. She'd crept back into his living space with a basket hanging from her arm and a tired -- albeit joyful -- look in her eye. The scent of the land followed her every step; beautiful honey and florals seemed to emanate off of fabric that hung on her body. If you looked close enough you could still see little petals clinging to her dress or the way a bit of dirt still stained her calves.

The scent of Ulysses was everywhere. Perhaps that it why she hadn't noticed him as she'd looked around, certain he wasn't in yet as she found his table and began setting out small glass vials. Two were thin tinted liquids; perfumes. One was a cream, thick and fragrant. The last was a much thinner cream, bubbling towards the top.

Perfumes, lotion, and soap. All made from flowers so far inland she was certain Ulysses wouldn't have had access to them very often. A tiny note accompanied each one with a small instruction for how long they would have to sit before he could use them properly as the perfumes in particular still needed time to rest.

She left behind the remnants of plants, little crushed petals and pieces of bees wax out with them so he could see the ingredients she'd used in them if he became curious before finally allowing herself to feel tired after such a long two nights. Gemina carried her basket over to chair and had fully intended on simply resting her feet for a moment, knowing she'd been walking for hours at that point, but that proved to be a mistake.

Her eyes fluttered shut and sleep came far faster than she could fight it.

[tacticalvalor]

❝ you think my anger is irrational? ❞ || from Beth @ whoever you're feeling... we're so back 😎

from: god of war ragnarok starters [src]

"… I think it is distracting."

So he did find it irrational, at least for the circumstances.

It was not hard to dig beyond the few words Kratos spoke. He wore it in his expression; weaved it into his tone. As low, gruff, and blunt as his manner of speech was, it too revealed just enough about his inner thoughts to tip of most of those who'd spoken to him. It was something, try hard as he did over the years to let go of, that he just… couldn't. Not when he'd fled Greece, barely able to keep himself on his own two feet as his gut bled. Not as he'd passed through Egypt, hearing the whispers of the land's own troublesome series of events. Even once he'd gotten to these new realms, found himself within the grasp of Midgard, could he have hidden it. That was what had drawn Laufey to him; what made them complete with one another. She could read him, and he could her. Yet when it came to Atreus…

Now wasn't the time to let his mind wander more than it has been.

He was just as distracted, and the boiling anger building around him—within him—wasn't exactly helping make things any clearer. So he simply watched Beth, giving a nod and looking ahead to wherever it was the pair had found themselves going.

[carnivoraformes]

@crimsontwins asked, “   Women have to think I’m hot or none of this matters. ” Roy, your pick <3

I HAVE THE TALKING STICK Memes || Status: Accepting

"Uh. No offense but doesn't that come off as a little desperate? I won't pretend to have a way with women," outside of Roy's sister, "but desperate isn't a good look."

At least he was pretty sure that was how most of the women that didn't look down at him like they thought they were so much better than him left him with the impression of.

[ducitestella]

● – || @earthwilled continued from HERE.

" And I seem to recall it happening equally . We both closed the door to the other . Surely you recognize that . "

She stubborn on this fact , unwilling to cave so easily . If he was going to be cold with her , she would return it . Though , her intention today was not to fight with him , it was to make amends . They were going to talk , whether [ [ e i t h e r ] ] of them liked the idea or not . It was not going to be easy , but they needed to do it .

" I'm here to [ [ t a l k ] ] to you , Terra . We have a lot of things to discuss . I didn't come here to hurt you . That's never been my intention . "

[blccdwar]

@handgiven

✭ ─── "Geez, man, do you have hot sauce for blood?" He asked dramatically, the smell alone making his eyes water. He wasn't normally one to assault someone with his knowledge of their not being human, but holy shit, man. It burned his nose like the spiciest pepper imaginable.

[weavewilled]

@triickst inquired: [ SUGGESTIVE ]  our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons,  kinks,  and what they’re attracted to.  / saucy memes !!

THE WIZARD IS NOT, BY NATURE, SHY. The topic of sex isn’t one that flusters him, though he certainly reserves it for those who he trusts and who have a need to actually know. To him, the chasing of pleasure, sensation — it’s something to be embraced with someone that he cares for. 

" —— it’s hard to say, precisely, " he admits, with a bit of a grimace. Absently, his fingers — smooth, soft, gentle — trace up and down her bare spine. " My experience in such things has been unfortunately so limited to the astral planes for a long, long time. But now I’m rediscovering how —— " And his hand waves in the air, searching vaguely for words, " —— beautifully real, intense, physical mortal love is. How different it is. " He pauses, cracks a little smile. " I think I’m still finding out many things about what I do like, but I think you’ll find I’m —— ah. Most willing. "

[cagesings]

@heygutlcss​  /  riff  sent:  “can  you  still  love  me?”

 she  doesn’t  like  it.  throughout  her  entire  life,  the  pressures  of  being  a  wife  have  been  shoved  into  her  head.  her  mind  is  crammed  with  everything  from  maintaining  a  working  household  to  reserving  her  best  smiles  for  her  husband.  the  moment,  she  was  placed  in  the  judge’s  household  she  was  trained  to  be  the  best  wife  possible.  every  ambition  she  ever  attempted  to  share  was  squandered  by  her  governesses.  wives  don’t  travel.  wives  stay  at  home  and  look  after  the  household.  johanna  has  tried.  from  the  beginning  of  her  marriage  to  a  man  who  was  no  more  than  a  stranger  to  her,  she  has  tried  to  be  that  good  wife  that  she  was  brought  up  to  be.  

 but  knowing  that  riff  considering  seeking  out  a  prostitute  is  everything  she  needed  to  know.  she’s  failed.  

 not  only  their  wedding  night  which  johanna  knows  he  was  already  too  good  to  her  for  giving  her  time,  but  she  failed  before  then.  ever  since  that  confession  --  that  night  when  they  realized  they  did  love  each  other  --  the  thought  has  been  on  her  mind  for  a  wedding  night.  something  the  wife  is  supposed  to  take  charge  of  in  order  to  please  her  husband.  but  it  was  too  much.  it  was  too  vulnerable  and  she  wasn’t  ready.  was  he  thinking  about  those  women  by  the  docks  even  then?  even  after  their  marriage  was  no  longer  for  necessity?  because  she  couldn’t  be  a  good  wife?  

 ❝  were  you  really  thinking  about  a  prostitute?  ❞  she  whispers,  although  they  are  in  the  privacy  of  their  loft.  that  word  is  a  dirty  one,  according  to  her  upbringing.  she  doesn’t  want  to  take  the  chance  that  anyone  might  hear  her  murmuring  it.  or  know  that  she  failed  as  a  wife  in  the  sense  that  her  husband  was  considering  one.  fingers  curl  around  the  fabric  of  her  skirt.  ❝  i  don’t  .  .  .  i  don’t  like  that.  ❞  tone  drops  until  it  is  barely  audible.  ❝  at  all.  ❞

[immortal-cataclysm]

family skype call ( they r having a very serious conversation)

[evilendures]

@simvlacrums​ asked:  ⛓ I think it would be funny if Niji captured afo for once. maybe somewhere in the earlier days when he has less quirks-

// Send ⛓ to capture my muse

He’d never been expecting to be overpowered. Of course, it’s not as if anyone ever did, but . . . he was the leader of the criminal underworld for a reason. Fighting through blood, sweat, and tears to rise up and above the rest. Never hesitating to crush every last person that dared to get in his way, and making liberal use of his meta to steal away the opportunity to fight back.

Stronger, stronger with each passing day, amassing both power and an army along the way. It hadn’t been meant to end up like this, and All For One would just have to . . . make the best of this lapse in judgment.

Any mistake could be turned around and changed into an advantage, if one simply gave it the right thought.

He lazily tugged at his wrists, noting how little give there was on these shackles. Clicked about his wrists, forearms, ankles, and neck. Ensuring without a shadow of a doubt that he would not be moving any time soon, with any limb in any direction.

“You rowdy lot have really outdone yourselves this time.” Grinning, eyes narrowed at the sound of footsteps in the distance. Nearly cackling in his amusement when the door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped on through.

 “Well, love, you really know how to make a man feel welcomed.”

[triiiplegoddcss]

“So... my boyfriend and I are trying to determine something... Do you still count as a monster-fucker if you’re.... technically speaking, already a monster yourself?”