#(whispering) I can fix you…

[trappedinafantasy37]

"Minthara is so abusive to the player" *INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE*

Minthara would literally go to fucking hell for the opportunity to personally beat the absolute shit out of the person who actually did abuse you. She will throw hands with gods and devils just to avenge you.

And you will not be able to convince her not to.

[ardate]

Every Boromir hater makes my enormous love for him grow stronger. Sorry you couldn't understand him, I get him tho and we're holding hands and the whole of Gondor is laughing at you

[signanothername]

What do you think about swapdream? I heard that it’s because community owned

As far as I know, the Au did belong to an artist, don’t know if it became community owned

Really love the Au, cool concept but very poor execution

I look at it and think “I can fix it”, it has such wasted potential it’s physically painful hcchchch

Like the amount you could explore with the concept of a swapped Dreamtale is endless, from how it could affect Nightmare, to how eating 999 apples could affect Dream, to endless possibilities of how their personalities could be like to how would Nightmare act in certain scenarios to what ultimate goal Swad is attempting to achieve to how each is faring in life

Hell you could literally explore how Nightmare would grow up to be like if he had never gotten corrupted, something we obviously don’t see in the og Dreamtale

Yet here we are with corrupted og Dreamtale Nightmare somehow being part of SD’s story (literally the story could do without him, Swap Nightmare is literally right there) and incest (unfortunately), and a Swad that’s reduced to a pervert for some reason??? And that’s all the entirety of the Au is reduced to, extremely tragic ain’t it?

Regardless, that’s why it’s fun to ignore canon and do whatever the fuck you want, that’s what I’m doing with SD, i’m portraying them the way i want

[fisheito]

Me: Everything i make is garbage i shouldn't even bother

The eiden in my head:

Me: Sorry eiden you're right my efforts have value

[amtrak12]

New writer skill unlocked: telling myself that I don't have to like something in order to write it down.

"Oh I don't know about how all these scene changes in this chapter." /"Does this part drag on too long?" /"I'm not sold on this idea. It feels like garbage." -- Don't care. Doesn't matter. The only time I have to like something is right before I post it. At every other stage, I'm just slapping it down to experiment. I don't have to like it.

[soomanymoths]

An apology passed on by Crinkles partner a while back. Posting bcs im not waiting another year for him to own up to his flock how horrendously he treated people. Redacted certain parts bcs im not entertaining excuses and reasoning as to why it was ok to treat his partner and "dear friend" like trash. The stuff i left in (biphobia etc) doesnt realistically make sense and should have never been taken out on me. Even if it did make sense, being nasty to a "friend" as a 30 year old over an oc is pretty goofy. He made his biphobia MY problem and thats inexcusable. He made all of his issues other peoples problems actually. Thats the entire situation imo. This doesnt cover the extent of how terrible crinkle treated people but i dont expect it will ever get better than this and im not waiting anymore

[notasouleater]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAÄAAAAAAAAAŪĀ

[whispers-of-masser]

:3c

I am here to request something a lil angsty.... Dear nebarra being injured and ldb tries to take care of him

Wounds and Warmth

✧ Nebarra x LDB ✧ Angst; 830 words ♫ "Stubborn" - RIELL, "Gravedigger" - Adam Jensen ✒ I'm so so sorry this took so long Dali, I'm still not happy with it but it's all I got, I hope it's okay enough

Nebarra didn't like lizards. He never had, and probably never would – especially not after today. Being sent flying from a single sweep of a dragon's tail had seen to that.

Of course, the creature just had to attack when it was when it was foggy and raining. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but woodland and ruins. All Nebarra could see of it were the flames it spewed; by the time he saw the tail, it was too late.

The spiked appendage had shattered his ward in a heartbeat, flung him away like a child's rag doll and into a crumbling stone wall. Though it had only been a glancing blow, it had still been equivalent to one of your gods-damned shouts, possibly stronger. If the beast had hit him full-force, Nebarra would have been utterly shattered, armour and bones splintered, pieces of him scattered across the earth.

As it was, however, the only things that had shattered were his pride, a couple of ribs... and his potions.

Again.

Honestly, he'd never live this down. It was as if history was repeating itself, circling back to the day you found him, saved him.

It was humiliating, infuriating.

Even more so when he found he couldn't stand, his limbs numb, ribs screaming in protest at his attempts. He... he couldn't guard you, now.

But you didn't seem to need him. A minute later, the ground shook, powerful wingbeats whipping the rain into a frenzy all around. There was a roar, a gout of fire in the sky – and in its light, he could just make out the form of the dragon retreating to the skies, flying away to the eastern crags.

...Coward.

Once it was out of sight, you rushed to Nebarra's side, tugging off your helm and dropping to a knee beside him. "Nebarra!" You had to shout to be heard over the rain. "Are you alright?"

"Think I cracked some ribs," he coughed, but not loud enough – you only frowned in confusion, tapped your ears.

Nebarra didn't have the breath to speak any louder; instead, he managed a shake of his head and a gesture to his ribs. You seemed to contemplate for a moment, then shouted, "Let's get you to shelter, first. Come on, I'll help you."

...Help him?

He stared at your outstretched hand, something bitter churning in his gut. Then, slowly, reluctantly, he took it, groaning in pain as you helped him to his feet.

It was a brief but agonizing walk into the ruins; you led him to one of the towers that seemed a little more intact than the others, its door still on its hinges, the wood only half-rotted.

Nebarra pulled away from you the moment he was inside, stumbling over to the wall – and promptly sinking to the floor, hissing in pain. As the rain thundered outside in a muted roar, you followed him, fumbling with your bag.

"I'm out of potions, damnit... I know some basic Restoration skills though, so–"

"No."

You froze. "What?"

"I said, no," he snarled.

"...Why? Nebarra, did you hit your head or something?"

You reached out towards him, but he batted your hand away, growling, "I don't need help." His teeth were bared and gritted behind his helm. "And I don't want it. Especially – especially not from you."

He couldn't stand for you to see him like this.

But the pain had clouded his mind, muddled his judgement, and his words were poorly chosen, bringing a horrible expression to your face – hurt.

It morphed quickly into anger, your lips curling in a snarl, brows angling sharply downwards. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise your own gods-damned pride could heal you better than I ever could. I'll just leave you to it then – but wait, that's right, it can't." You slammed your fist against the wall just beside his head, golden light haloed around it. "So take your pick, Nebarra. You can sit here like a fool with nothing but your pain and your pride, hoping it doesn't kill you, or you can let me help you."

He stared. "...Why? Why do you keep helping me?"

"I don't know! Maybe because I'm as much a fool as you – for you."

There was no way he'd just heard you correctly. The pain was making him delirious, the pounding rain outside echoing in his head, distorting his hearing. But your face... your eyes...

Something burned in them. It made him feel... feel...

"...Alright," he hissed. "Fine. Do it, quick. But so help me, if you mess anything up–"

"Just shut up," you snapped, raising your other hand, magic flickering to life in your palm, "and lie still."

And as the magic poured around Nebarra, he tried to tell himself it was the cause of the warmth he suddenly felt. Not... not you, your determined persistence in caring about him, of all people. Not any feelings that gave him.

It was just... the magic.

[eemoo1o-animoo]

(The triplets get speared to a statue through each of their heads by Sebastian)

Alois, possibly knowing that they are demons: (whistles, impressed)

Druitt, who thinks that Sebastian has just slain three human men: Oh, my! Good show!

Alois: Good show!

[dreamyprinx]

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[atlantis-just-drowned]

Me, every time I see a character I relate to in a piece of media: I'm going to make them my whole personality for the next 3 weeks.

[whispering-kavka]

i could be having a terrible stressful no good very bad day and would still have it in me to be kind and patient to people . but when i'm sleepy? it takes so much effort to not lash out

[vampcubus]

okay but house husband yoriichi?

[stinkrascal]

okay guys, dai finally launched. time to romance solas for the 1000th time 🧘

[pseudowho]

"--need to go--" kiss "--just for a minute, let me--" kiss "--go to the bathroom, I--" kiss "--god, you're a menace, I'll lift you onto this counter, and you'll stay there until I get back--" giggle, kiss.

You whispered filthy whispers against Kento's lips, playfully dragging him back to you by the collar each time he tried to release himself.

Half-huff, and half-kiss, he grumbled and spun you around as you laughed, gripping your hands behind your back and pressing you forwards against the counter.

"--unhand me, wife, or I'll tie you up--"

"--don't threaten me with a good time, Kento--"

"--truly-- truly incorrigible woman--"

You laughed again, arching back against him, and pressing his cock into the crease of your barely-covered arse until he moaned; in annoyance, or lust? You weren't sure. Perhaps both. You had the bit between your teeth.

Kento wouldn't put up with your shenanigans for much longer. He slapped your arse, jiggling it with a growl, and dashed past your swiping hands to the bathroom. You whined, then sighed to the sound of his victory chuckle, the bathroom door clicking closed behind him.

Silence-- for 30 seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Three. You called out, smirking.

"Doesn't take that long to pee, Ken--"

The bathroom door clicked open. A low, mulish grumble sounded from within.

"I...can't go."

You frowned, stifling a laugh. "What?"

"I can't go. I'm too hard. I...can't pee."

Bursting out into laughter was your downfall, and it broke down into panicked squeals as Kento stomped out of the bathroom after you, his lap tightly tented over his cock.

He tossed you onto the sofa, dragging you back by the legs when you tried to wriggle and escape, and pinning you beneath him with nuzzled growls to your throat.

"--thorn in my side-- too erect to piss, and other problems my wife causes--"

"--oh, no, whatever can we do to fix this--"

"--you're talking too much and wearing too many clothes, as usual-- come back here-- certainly one thing we can do to fix this, madam--"