#AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAINNNNNNN

[titaniumions]

in my mind kakania would have little to no problem accepting the fact that she is into women. however the thought of her being into isolde is something that would absolutely vex her, i think. while they did start off as casual acquaintances and friends, isolde is still her patient, and to some level kakania winds up being responsible for isolde's wellbeing. with that in mind, kakania can hardly fathom the thought of burdening isolde with her feelings, which she feels absolutely selfish for even indulging in. even if those feelings were to be returned, it still wouldn't put kakania's mind at rest. it still wouldn't be enough to get kakania to convince herself that she's fine with feeling this way. ultimately it's not necessarily internalized homophobia nor societal pressure that troubles her, but rather her own ethical and psychological concerns

it'd be even worse for her if those feelings didn't exactly ... go away even after everything that happened in chapter 6. she'd be overwhelmed with guilt, and think to herself that the best course of action would be to distance herself from isolde, but the most painful part is that even after seeing isolde at her worst, she still can't help but want to love isolde. even after kakania herself had presumably tainted isolde's perception of her. so what if that's what was necessary at the moment. after leaving isolde broken and shattered, how could kakania even dare to think she deserves to love isolde? if it once felt horribly wrong for kakania to be in love with her, everything that has transpired between them only served to make it worse!

[fivewholeminutes]

Hey the guys are going around. Bringing warm beverages and love. Because you’re amazing. 🫶

I received it, got very emotional about 'you snailed it' and promptly forgor about posting an actual response to this 🥺🥺 i'm sorry and thank you, love, for such an amazing ask. I will keep 'you snailed it' in my brain forever 🥺💖

[42chordsong]

[realness-remade]

hi i fell asleep on the couch last night and i swear to god that was better sleep than i have Ever had in this bed

[happybyjin]

another level stole my WIG

[memecatwings]

*head in hands* when will killer crush come back

[jazzzzzzhands]

!!!!! Aafiigssogagi PLEASE HIS LIL DRINK IS SO CUTE AND HIS DRAWSTRINGS

I'm going to kiss the lil chubby fish creature you have him holding

Thank you!!! Your art always makes me so happy!!!!!!

Gr💕vy

I just found out that there's a such thing as a swedish fish mojito, like what?? 😭💕

Actually it's really cute, especially the little Nerds

It's like a kids adult beverage

IM ADORING IT!!! YES!!

Heres the AMAZING creator of the AU!

💗💕@jazzzzzzhands 💕💗

[prideprejudce]

I feel like people have read into Alicent's response to Rhaenyra's ultimatum in both good AND bad faith ways, but i feel like I haven't seen much of what Rhaenyra was feeling about it!!

Personally, I feel like the ultimatum she gave Alicent was the product of 3 different motivations- first, it was the obvious political move to kill the usurper to her throne, duh. The second, is that I think Rhaenyra is super aware- and terrified of- being trapped in a cycle of loss, being passed over for a son, and her claim to the throne standing only because of what she represents not her as a person. Thats its own whole fascinating character essay i cant get into here lol.

But the third reason is that I THINK she has a desperate personal obsession with being chosen by Alicent over Aegon, and leans into the ultimatum as a way to extract what she needs from Alicent-- to be chosen and prioritized over her father's son, and be the centre of Alicent's attention (romantic or not).

The directors/writers have mentioned one of the crucial aspects of Rhaenyra and Alicent's relationship is how many times Rhaenyra reaches out, only to be rejected by Alicent over and over. I think Rhaenyra, as someone who really internalized going after what she wants from a young age, is a bit spoiled, and is obsessed with Alicent's continuous rejection as both a novelty, and a deep source of insecurity.

Rhaenyra has a bit of magical thinking where she really does think that if she just pushes hard enough she can change the world into the shape she wants it to be, and I think when Alicent CONTINUES to deny her, she gets more and more frustrated.

Double this with her general issues around being passed over for a son, first from her father with baelon, and then COMPOUNDED with baby aegon stealing both her father AND alicent's attention as alicent prioritized birthing and probably caring for her son over rhaenyra's sulking when Rhaenyra was in the most pain she had been in yet in her life.

I think Rhaenyra is HIGHLY resentful about not just aegon usurping her throne, but also the lack of attention during the HEIGHT of her teenage years, where she already has a contentious relationship with her father AND .....stepmother?? first love??? sister?? (targaryen family incest issues are a wonderful icing on top of this cake)

It was very clear that the reason Alicent married viserys was SPECIFICALLY to have more children, and that Alicent CHOSE (from Rhaenyra's perspective) to put herself in that position JUST after Aemma died from the same cause, becoming a mother rather than staying with Rhaenyra and daydreaming about riding off into the sunset. In Rhaenyra's mind, she lost her mother to the promise of a son, only to lose Her Alicent™️ to ANOTHER promise of a son right after. This is probably the deepest rejection Alicent could have given her.

The entire second half of season 2 is more denial; Rhaenyra's marriage proposal of their children is rejected, Alicent rejects Rhaenyra's bastard sons in general, and Rhaenyra's choices by extension, then driftmark happens, then the ENTIRE USURPTION happens, rejecting Rhaenyra's claim to her own birthright.

Rhaenyra even tries AGAIN in season 3 - extending herself to go into Alicent's place of comfort to sue for peace, even telling Alicent bits of a personally sacred religious doctrine only to be rejected AGAINNNNNNN.

(I could write forever about how Rhaenyra indulges Alicent's religious but never gets the same back on her own customs)

Yah, I think when Rhaenyra sees Alicent next, its not just that the ultimatum is a political necessity, but its decades of rejection culminating in 'you need to choose and prioritize me over everything, including your son, bc i cannot take anymore rejection from you, and I cant handle NOT being the most important thing in your whole world tbh :)' Especially on the heels of her newfound radicalization i feel like Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'Choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece she needs to self actualize.

(Also never forget all of this takes place in the targaryen CESSPOOL that is Rhaenyra having Alicent as a sister/step mother/half employee?? Alicent was at least her subordinate at one point/only confidante/possible first love-- theres probably alot of projection on Rhaenyra's part for what Alicent's approval means to her)

sorry this is so long the word rejection has ceased to mean anything to me at this point

"Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece that she needs to self actualize"

what if we all just set each other on fire

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

˖⁺ ・🔪⋆ ♡ 💌・ ⁺ ˖ Yandere brain rot againnnnnnn ˖⁺ ・🔪⋆ ♡ 💌・ ⁺ ˖

Oh, to be the soul light and hope in this world for someone.

To be their last reason they don't release all rational thought and go ballistic. They don't act like it, but they cling VIOLENTLY to the thread of light you generously gift to them. The tiny speck of peace your presence brings is like a drink of icy water after walking through the largest desert in the world. Their mind is finally quiet.

Your grace washes over them, and suddenly, nothing matters anymore. No more pain, no more sorrow. They can just curl up in your arms, lay their head on your soft chest, and everything is alright again. That thing they were banging their head against the wall about? What thing? Yeah, they don't remember it either! Just hug them closer, tighter, and they'll happily sheath the glistening knife trembling in their unstable grip.

They've finally found their happiness after a lifetime filled with nothing but misery and pain. You've given them the chance to experience a loving embrace with no ulterior motives, a warm home, and an indescribable feeling of security and safety. They would do—and have done—anything and everything to make you satisfied. Whether it be something as simple as bringing home a bouquet of roses to remind their pretty rose how beautiful you really are, or hunting down disgusting vermin that won't take 'no' for an answer; they're here. They want to save you in the same way you saved them. They want to give you the same euphoric feeling you give them every time you even cross their mind. You're their everything.

Oh, how tragic it would be if you died. Be it by the hands of another, from illness, or some other natural cause—it doesn't matter. You left them. Alone. Afraid. Upset. Hurt. EMPTY.

Nothing left to hold them back now.

Nothing good left in this forsaken existence.

For the rest of their days, they vow to wreak havoc on every living soul on the face of the earth that did nothing to save their sunshine from the bloody talons of Fate's cruel design. And they follow through with that promise. Ripping, tearing, slashing, crushing, grinding, smooshing, gutting, goring, snipping, hacking. Every nasty, horrible, disgusting deed they complete is in your honor. It doesn't matter, nothing does—not until you're together again.

They know this life isn't the end. They know they'll have you in their arms again one day. Their rotten soul can loosen its grip on all the hate it harbors as soon as their body starts to shut down in the wake of their demise. Their death is swiftly approaching, yet they feel not a scrap of fear. They're overjoyed, in fact. All because they know they get to see you again. Finally, the endless days and nights of filling the bullet-shaped void in their heart are over. No more irritating early mornings filled with overflowing coffee in a your favorite mug and agonizing, sickening bird songs. No more sleepless late nights of hunting down the forsaken souls who dared disturb the memory of your smile and guzzling every alcoholic drink in their dusty cabinets to dull the emptiness. They slip away from this life with the first genuine smile on their lips since you passed.

Even though an unsullied and virtuous angel like you would never have descended to the hellish pit of, no doubt, their resting place, that doesn't matter. Not even Heaven or Hell can keep you safe from their grasp. They'll claw and scratch their sorry carcass out of their prison cell in Hell all the way up to Heaven's doorstep, burn down those pearly gates, hunt you down the same as they did their prey in the living world, and drag you back with them kicking and screaming with them.

You won't be able to leave them ever again. They'll make sure of it this time.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Wrote with these characters in mind જ⁀➴ ♡

TOJI, Suguru (HEAVYYYYY on him, think of how everything about him changed after Riko), Obito, Garou, DABI girl omg, or some other hunky depressed maniac that could break the neck of everyone within a hundred foot radius with a flick of their wrist. Kill for you type beat. Teehee. And, of course, your favsssss!

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

With Love,

Kraken 🐙

[del-stars]

back in ur inbox to ask u to feed me frat au prongsfoot

i maek moodbaord....

it's not a crackhouse it's a crackhome 💜 im gonna b controversial but frat au prongsfoot met at college.... random first year roommates vibe. immediate best friends. do everything together. james pledged freshman year andddd sirius didn't bc he forgor or something.... sirius initially thinks it's STUPID esp when james is a pledge & like wearing a full suit to class & crawling around naked in a basement but then they start having date partiez & james is like. well yeah im gonna bring my BEST FRIEND. he thinks he's straight atp so he is genuinely like. pure male friendship. that's my homie. they're going to the handcuffs & handles together. the toga party. the ABC party. the foam party. james is def slaying mad puss (his own words) at this point in time but he's like. why do i need a girlfriend when i have a best friend. why would i bring a girl instead of sirius. weird. sirius knows that he himself is at least bisexual but he's aware that he's in love with james so he's trying to run through girls to bury that feeling which makes james feel... weird. he doesn't like it. sirius hooks up with a girl after a party that james brought him as a date to and james freaks out. and then second semester sophmore year or something they get obscenely drunk after dancing around one another for weeks and they do end up touching each other 💜 and then they are soooooooo awkward about it... until it happens again.... and then again..... and then againnnnnnn & james gets extremely possessive over sirius but is like. this is still bff territory 💜 until sirius SNAPS and is like. james you have to let me keep hooking up with other people because i have been head over heels in love with you for several years and i need to try to get over you somehow maybe we should also stop having sex all the time. and james falls to his knees and is like NOOOOOOOO so they finally get their act together and start touching each other for real 💜

[wizardlocation]

'honorary torturer'

I FINALLY get to like, play w coloring traditional doodles in medibang againnnnnnn. oughhh shading was finally fun again I can't stand how procreate brushes muddy everything I ever touch. Maybe having my pc tablet set up again will bring more consistent art here? probably ot but I can dream!!! lolol.

anyways. a bad end sparks doodle at the point of his inevitable death. I literally keep laughing at myself over this drawing because I literally came home from watching tfone the first time and me and juice were chatting abt tf in the car and abt doodling some robots when we got home, and I sat down and was like excitedly drawing this guys corpse first thing DSGNJKSGNKSGKSKG.

[crow-talks-hockey]

genuinely cannot explain how crazy i am about 1) connor being my everything and being so happy 2) sid in a way passing the torch with that and leading this team again and again 3) cale adding yet another accomplishment to his resume and 4) nate dogg mvp AGAINNNNNNN and always hell yeah 🔥

[vaspider]

Thought you might enjoy knowing that the garment that works best for gender-friendly tit containment on days that sports bras mess with my breathing is the NK racerback tanks in a size too small for me 🤣

this was an accidental discovery a couple years ago when I threw one on for chores and was like wait. hang on a minute. perfect containment, not enough compression to stress my ribs. saved by nerdykeppie once again.

so now BUTCHES GET SHIT DONE does compression-free binding for me on hard days and it RULES, and once I get top surgery these baddies are getting a whole new life as shirts againnnnnnn

in conclusion: killer shirts, 10/10 love 'em thanks for doing what y'all do

This is awesome. :) Thank you so much - I'll share with everybody. 💓

[lskisms]

AUGHHH THANK U SM !!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED THAT SYD FIC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got anotha request 4 u !!!

prompt 15, syd x reader, n reader is the one who steals clothes most of the time cuz she has the BEST wardrobe in the show oh my GODDDDDDDDDD id steal it . id steal all of it . alsooo w an established relationship between syd n the reader ? oki kewl thank u againnnnnnn ^^ !

bewitched, s. adamu

syn. you're not a chicago native and you've quickly learned that your wardrobe is not well equipped to deal with the cold. thank god your girlfriend's is.

gen. romance, established relationship.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness (it's my full time job).

word count. 0.8k.

note. i love providing the masses with good syd fics omg... prompts from this list.

you curse chicago and its cold winter weather, curse your lack of sweaters thick enough to brave a chicago winter because you've got an hour and a half before you need to leave for class and none of your (clean) sweaters are going to protect you from the cold, even if you wear a coat over any of them. you make a mental note to put warmer sweaters on your birthday and christmas wishlists. you peek out the window of your bedroom, watch the gently falling snow, let out a heated sigh.

when you turn your focus back to the open closet before you, your gaze falls on the many wool sweaters your girlfriend has accumulated through the years as a chicago native. you eye the many sweaters hanging in the closet, weighing your options, even though there's only one clear one.

"breakfast's up!" sydney calls from the kitchen. a couple seconds after, you can hear the sound of ceramic against laquered wood, punctuating her words.

still in your pajamas, you slip into the dining room. your plate is laden with a stack of fluffy pancakes and topped with your favorites; she doesn't even have to ask you what you want on them anymore, she has them memorized down to a t. you settle down into your chair, grinning when she passes by you and bends to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

"morning again," she says as she sits down across from you.

you return the greeting, picking up your fork and butterknife, digging into the meal she made for you. there's silence for a few moments as you savor the first couple of bites of breakfast before you glance out the window; hell, it looks like it's snowing harder or maybe you're just being overdramatic.

"do you know how long it's supposed to snow today?" you ask after swallowing a bite of your pancakes.

she shrugs, looking up at you. she's in the middle of chewing, so she raises her hand to cover her mouth before she answers through a mouthful of pancake with strawberries. "no, but it'll probably be going for a while."

you let out a sigh and nod, focusing your attention on your food. like a sixth sense, she sets her utensils down and stares at you, chewing and swallowing.

"come on. what's up?" she asks and you curse her too for knowing you so well.

"just…" you answer almost bashfully, refusing to meet her eyes. "can i borrow one of your sweaters?"

"i don't know. will i get it back this time?" syd's voice is light and airy with just a hint of playful mocking.

you know she's going to cave and say yes anyways because she's your girlfriend and she loves you, but still, you look up and give her your best puppy dog eyes and pout combo.

"of course," you say truthfully. "please? none of my sweaters are built for this kind of weather."

she starts laughing at your expression, a dorky little giggle that has her covering her eyes. "oh my god, knock it off. you're playing so dirty right now!"

you can't keep it up much longer either, joining in her laughter just a few moments later. syd waves it off, trying to catch her breath.

"you know you can borrow my clothes whenever you want," she states when she finally recovers. "you have your pick of them."

breakfast continues, the two of you chatting about things over the rest of your meals. when you've both cleared your plates, your girlfriend picks them up and takes them to the kitchen to get them in the dishwasher; she also heads in there with a vow to make you a quick lunch because you told her you had a busy day and no time to get your own lunch. you head to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

a few minutes later, syd meets you at the front door, holding a little lunch box. when she sees you, she smiles a little nervously and hands you the lunch bag.

"yeah… when you look this cute in my clothes, i don't know why you think i'd tell you no."

her words make your skin heat and you glance away, biting back a grin. "thanks."

the two of you share shy smiles and as you're getting ready to step out of the door, she stops you, cradling one of your cheeks to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"i'll see you when you get home," she says, her lips brushing yours as she speaks.

you nod, giving her a second quick little kiss before stepping away and waving before you close the door behind you. armed with one of her best sweaters and a lunch made specially for you, you feel like you can take on the world, which is often how syd makes you feel. it's not something you'd trade for anything else.

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[byakuyatogami-network]

BOSSSSS! I MISSED YOU!

NEVER LEAVE AGAINNNNNNN!

;-;

Ah Kiki, it’s been a while hm. Speaking of which I should probably head back to the Togami estate to see you again, you can come to the future foundation.

[sailorsplatoon]

Time for chapter 5!!! This one's kind of short, but that's because chapter 6 is going to be big!

You can also read it on ao3!

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Six months later…

The train screeched to a stop and Janus stood up, slinging faer bag over faer shoulder and picking up the smallfry salmonid that fae had deemed Lil’ Buddy. Fae walked off the train, emerging into Splatsville. It was massive, there was music everywhere, the buildings seemed to go up forever, and right in the middle of it all was the Great Zapfish, coiled around  the battle lobby tower. Or… there should have been? Where was the Zapfish? Faer phone buzzed and fae pulled it from faer pocket as the Anarchy Splatcast intro began to play.

“Listen up! It’s going down…” Shiver began the usual introduction, followed by Frye and Big Man. However, unusually, Big Man had an announcement as the first segment.

“Uh, this was MY story to break. The Great Zapfish is gone!” Frye shouted in shock. The Great Zapfish was gone? Again!? This was the third time, maybe they needed some sort of preventative measure in place at this point. While Janus never lived anywhere near the Great Zapfish before—civilization in Anarchy Bay was too small to need as strong of a power source as the Great Zapfish, and the Splatlands didn’t have any electricity anyway—fae had certainly heard about its first two disappearances. 

Deep Cut went on to talk about how the zapfish powers the entire city and the importance of conserving energy before Big Man wrapped up the segment with a quick “Ay! (Call us if you find the Zapfish!)”

This was not good. Faer first day in Splatsville and there’s already an energy crisis. Maybe fae should have stayed in the Splatlands, though trying to sell the scraps fae and Lil’ Buddy found there never made enough money to live comfortably. And fae did really like it here. Plus, fae already had an apartment sorted out, so it would be a waste of money if fae left already. It was settled then, Janus and Lil’ Buddy would find and return the Great Zapfish! 

Lil’ Buddy jumped out of Janus’s arms and rushed over to a sewer grate. Fae hadn’t noticed before, but there was a strange old man staring at them from inside. He popped the lid of the grate closed once Lil’ Buddy started running over. The small salmonid looked back at Janus and made a little gargling sound. 

Fae walked over and knelt down beside it, “That old man was just watching us from the sewer, wasn’t he?” 

Another little gargle that sounded something like, “Ghujsrjbfshfdlf,” confirmed Janus’s suspicions.

“Agreed, let’s go!” Fae picked up Lil’ Buddy and dove into the grate. The two quickly popped out on the other side, now face to face with the man who’d been watching them earlier. 

“Th-th-the oc-oc-oct…” he stuttered. “The octarians are coming! AGAINNNNNNN!” He introduced himself as Cuttlefish, senior advisor to the New Squidbeak Splatoon, and explained how the octarians were the ones who had stolen the Zapfish the first two times, and were going after it again. Janus didn’t fully understand, as many of the octolings that fae had met had no ill intentions at all. What stood out to faer was how he said, “But they still made off with the Great Zapfish. And now WE’VE got to get it back.” 

What did he mean by ‘we’? Was he trying to hire faer or something? Fae just stood there and stared at him silently.

“… That was a job offer, kid. The pay is… zero… but you might just save the world. You’re in, right? RIGHT!? ‘Course you are! Starting today, you are Neo Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon!” He didn’t give faer time to answer. Well, at least fae would be able to save the Zapfish. Cuttlefish gave faer a hero suit that would supposedly help faer fight the octarians. Lil’ Buddy bounced around happily, excited to do some real adventuring.