#And being very protective of the silly one

[gem-de-lune]

Notes 11/28

I am so so tired today after cooking (literally all i did was make mac and stuffing but my apt fire alarm literally goes off if the temp in the room is raised by like 1 degree) so let's make this quickie quick

1- lots of asks, feeling discouraged over 2 pics.

I know that yall know what I'm abt to say....

Look, idk abt yall, but when I saw those new SH pics I was not thinking "do we even have a chance?"

No. I was thinking, "Wow, he looks very lonely."

I SAY IT WITH LOVE- But atp if you still feel discouraged by every single literally silly thing that is NOT preventing his return at all whatsoever, Idefk what to tell you, but I will tell you this:

Before you send me an ask bc that pic he posted alone makes u think he likes being alone and the solo is real, ASK YOURSELF THIS:

Does this development prevent his return to his group?

Did he get justice?

Is he being protected?

The answer is literally almost always gonna be no until we win- and that is the reality. it is not that yall bother me with those questions, it's that there is simply no one wearing their thinking caps.

I have said it time and time again, as much as I love to bring you hope through these readings, these are meant to bring you back to focus, not to be your SOLE and ONLY means of sanity. Because I cannot think for you, babes 😭 ily all, but do not be sheep.

Okay moving on to subject 2:

I am way too exhausted to do a full read today- more than i thought bc i originally did NOT plan on cooking for Thanksgiving but here we are.

So i will take some mini asks instead today that i will start posting around 9:30pm cst.

3: some of yall asked abt the thing from vibe check with contracts.

It is my understanding this was the start of discussions abt his future and possible return. But since it is soooooo early i mean this so seriously- there have been no in depth talks with SH abt any of these things for multiple reasons up until that point.

i will update on this development later but a reminder of how SH feels abt the solo which MANY reputable readers can attest to:

He doesn't necessarily want it. He doesn't desire it. He doesn't dream about it. He will not complain about it. It is not stable, and it is not certain. He is also worried about financials over time if he has to do it. His financial position is unstable. But he will do it if he has no other choices.

Anyways, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope your food babies are round and cute. Love you all, even if you are emotionally unstable 🫂🩵

[soscarlett1twas]

Sakuverse Characters x My Fantasy World

For roughly seven years now, I’ve been developing a fantasy world: I’ve vaguely posted about it before. But, for a while, I’ve been thinking about what the Sakuverse characters would be like within my curious little world, and it’s an AU I’ve come to adore. So I wanted to share it with you all.

But this is still the internet, and y’all are still strangers. So to protect the details, I've decided to alter the names of countries, people, places, etc, as well as remove certain specifics. I retain that this is not a post for inspiration or something to draw from. Worldbuilding is an art done by consenting minds, and my efforts are not yours. Besides, there is nothing more beautiful than your own work coming to fruition.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this glimpse into my paracosm. <3

Quick Notes On Worldbuilding:

Geography

I’m currently reworking my actual map and ngl, maps are one of the easiest things for people to steal and pass off as their own, so take this very rough illustration of what my world looks like (I swear it gets better from here). And yes, I will be referring to the continents via their silly names on this map. I think it’s funny.

Magic

Magic is not an infinite resource in my world. There are five “spheres” of magic, each pertaining roughly to a continent (the northern and southern wastelands share one). I only explore 4/5 here. Each sphere has a basin for the magic to be drawn from, and each basin takes on a different form, corresponding to the type of magic:

Kachow’s magic is basically energy manipulation – particularly lightning – so its basin is a heavy cloud which hangs over the continent. Seaworld’s is the ocean which surrounds it. Terra’s is a forest, and the two Wasteland’s are basically an aurora borealis/australis. Despite how vast they are, these basins are drained by corresponding magic usage, and by the time written records really start popping up they no longer stretch across their entire continent. (Seaworld’s ocean has a lower water level the more it’s drained.)

Inhabitants

There are four sentient species. Lets call them Humans (though they're really not), Elves, Avians, and Chiropterans. Their main difference, besides physiology, is how they interact with magic:

Humans control, altering the elements as they exist before them. They look like regular humans.

Elves channel, they themselves conduits for magic. They look like humans as well, but with long, pointed ears and horns.

Avians create. They're the only ones with the ability to replenish the basins. They look like bird people.

Chiropterans … well, no one’s exactly sure, except themselves. They look like bat people.

Side note: a certain species doesn’t live only on a specific continent. Humans live practically everywhere, elves do as well but in much smaller numbers in the two Wasteland’s, and Avians populate the Wasteland’s and Seaworld. Chiropterans are esoteric and live away from the others, so there’s not really a complete census there. I’ve included examples of all four.

Sakuverse Time

(Be aware that for some of these I really go into the lore, while for others, it’s completely based on vibe. Depends on how much I know about the character. Also I do ignore the listeners for the most part. Earis is the most egregious example of just straight-up erasing them, but for the rest assumptions can be made. With all that said, please enjoy. <3)

Elias Kachow Human [1209 R]

As innovation flourished across the rest of the world, Kachow somewhat got left behind. With the heavy cloud that hung over them and most citizens being land-locked, they only knew stories of the world beyond: tales from travellers and researchers but nothing to really ground them in that reality.

Exception being the farthest-western province (which we’ll just call the West for now, it’ll come up again later). The cloud’s center doesn’t belong in the dead-middle of the continent, but is slightly tilted to the east. As it dissipates overtime from magic use, the West is the first to experience life truly without the cloud looming overhead constantly. Moreover, the effects are yet to be disastrous as the West is a coastal region and the basin is still strong enough to be pulled upon from farther distances.

But what this opens up is innovation. Specifically, maritime technology. Prior to this Kachow really wasn’t involved, only touched by world powers but not desired. But with these interactions, predominantly from Seaworldian explorers who had pretty advanced ships, the West became acquainted with a ton of new technology, like compasses. But perhaps most important were the astrolabes as, without the cloud blocking most of the view, they could start using the sky as a reference.

All this to say, ships became a booming industry – and in tandem, so did piracy. The Wraiths would be a gang of pirates. I imagine similarly to their canon creation, it would be to safeguard people from really harmful pirates (the Vex, Skoligs, etc.) working almost like privateers, but would eventually spiral into piracy themselves. (Pirate Queen Tara? Pirate Queen Tara.)

Elias would, of course, be heir to this empire, with Warden and James basically slotting into the pirate-equivalent roles that they have now. Warden being the face of it all, James the right hand.

But a crucial difference here would be Elias’ interest in astronomy. While in canon it’s shunted by Warden, he’d be allowed to further his interest here. It would prove to be invaluable information due to the dependance on astrolabes, and it’d make him a very adept pirate. While I’m not sure it would fully skew his current stance on the matter, I imagine he’d be much more open to the idea of becoming the next Wraith leader in this world. It’d mesh a lot more with his actual passion.

Not really related to the rest of this, but he’d also be an irresponsible magic user as a teenager. Rebellious spirit and all that. As he tested his magical limits, he would try to emulate elvish technique (channeling magic) and end up really hurt. He’s a human, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it. But he’d end up with these kickass scars that sprawl across his arm and back, shaped like lightning and, occasionally, pulse.

(I have a drawing of the scars but not saved to my phone. Currently travelling for Thanksgiving so I’ll add it when I get home lmao.)

Zaros Kymen Atha’lin Kachow Elf [1949 R]

There is no equivalent for the Trials at this time, in this monarchy. There are equivalents for the noble houses, however: I imagine Zaros would belong to the West (from Elias’ section), which at this point has been long sucked into an empire, son of Nira who would be the region’s vicereine.

Now, I say specifically the West because of their long history of being independent from Eneldus. Of the four classifications which determine if a region is under Eneldus’ jurisdiction, the West is the only one (at this time) which is actively disputed, because it’s always been disputed. Remember all the ships and piracy? Yeah, that whole industry got destroyed when the empire signed a pact with a Seaworldian country (the main victim of it), but that doesn't mean that spirit died with it.

Multiple independence movements have started. All have failed. It wasn’t until a few decades prior that the area got the representation in government of a typical region of the empire, with the Atha’lin family promoted to be its head.

Now, radicals wouldn’t be chosen to be the viceroy of any sect, and certainly not the famously belligerent one. And, despite the sympathies they may have, the Atha’lins wouldn’t be. Nira’s work would instead take a similar tint to canon, where she is an advocate for those the empire neglects. She’d work for her region's benefit and pull absolutely no punches. This would not make her popular with the other viceroyalty. She would not care.

Now, Zaros would be shipped away to the empire’s capital (basically as far east as you can go without touching the shore) for schooling, similar to Astorian (?). But he’d finish all of his education there and likely remain, working inside the palace as a Western delegate to advocate for the region. He’d be prepping to one day take over his mother’s duty as governor of his region, but those days are far ahead of him. There’d be no vying for the throne.

A few decades down the line, once he has supplanted his mother and works back in the West, the empire actually shatters due to the empress committing suicide in the height of international turmoil. Ironically, this grants the West everything it wants – and Zaros would likely become the blossoming country’s new leader. But with this cost comes the total dissipation of the Kachow cloud, the continent’s magical basin.

I admit, it’s all a little divorced from his canon. But honestly it’s one of my favorite time periods of my world and it gives Zaros the similar backstory and possible future.

+ I did a doodle of him as an elf! Kachow elves have horns that curl completely around the ears when they mature. I gave him sharper ears because it’s considered more conventionally attractive (in the past, some would break their ear bones upwards in a process similar to Chinese footbinding to achieve the look) and hair that was slightly curlier. The heat wouldn’t keep his pin-straight hair in place for long.

Jonah Terra Elf [~2010 R]

With Kachow’s basin officially disappearing, it was a huge wake-up call for a lot of people. The other continents began to expedite their restoration efforts to avoid the same fate. Terra especially was getting really involved, as unlike Seaworld or the Wasteland’s, the continent isn’t a native home of avians – again, the only ones who can restore the basins – so they thought they were next on the chopping block.

But these pushes often advocated for a lack of magic usage, an unfair policy for literally everyone. Many fought against this. After all, it wasn’t until magic was predominantly in the hands of corporations and government that it became unsustainable. So a counter-culture emerged to these policies, which instead advocated for a return to a traditional, grassroots way of living. (Not traditional as in conservative, traditional more as in lacking modern innovation that stressed the Terra basin.)

Jonah just… fits into this time period. I confess, I don’t know him particularly well as a character, but I feel more than anytime else, he’d be a product of this movement. Aesthetically, his hair wouldn’t be a thing to gawk at as it would, say, a century earlier. Hair dyes became a symbol of these communities, as Terrans could very easily make them with their magical abilities in very sustainable ways, as growing just enough flowers to grind into dye would barely tax the forest at all.

I’m at a tiny loss for the streamer attribute to him, but there’s something to the fact he’s fostered a community through his gaming. That kind of connection with a larger group of people is exactly what fueled a lot of this movement. He’d thrive here, I think.

Isaac Rhoades North Wastelander Elf [~1930 R]

Elves really only start populating the Wasteland’s once they have to, conflict or magical exhaust or some other reason that pushes them away from their homeland. But they are lonely places, and despite the auroras which illuminate the sky, they are in the dark for months on end. It’s much like Alaska – especially for non-native inhabitants such as elves, not many have the heart to stay.

Luckily, dear Isaac is attuned to loneliness. While he’d be far from thriving, he’d be content with his work in the Northern Wasteland. He’d live in one of the southern-most mountain ranges, where most non-avian Wasterlanders do, and with his wealth afford a home much closer to the ground. The weather is less severe down there.

Elvish Wastelanders have different funeral rites from most (many prefer sky burials) and bury their dead in the ground or sink them into the frozen sea. Isaac would opt for the ground for his parents and Grandfather, but he’d have no garden; very little grows this far north. Instead he’d have glass-blown flowers his mother cherished, a common decoration around the holidays. She had them out all year.

His work in this world wouldn’t be too far off from what he does on earth. I chose this time period because of the gang culture which was subtlety running rampant throughout the area, and would be his focus. There is no Asirel to direct him (we’ll get to him in a moment) and no Collective. Instead, Isaac would be employed by aristocrats who sought to undermine crime barons.

The Rhoades would be quasi-nobility. Their work would bring them into the tight-knit upper circles of Wastelander government, and while they’d live luxuriously, the targets on their backs would be huge. It doesn’t help that many syndicates around this time are fueled by Kachow money, so they’d be caught in the midst of politics much larger than themselves. (At its apex, a specific syndicate was literally at war with the Northern Wasteland’s government. I would elaborate, but it’s the plot of a novel I haven’t fully sorted through yet, so I don’t think I can haha.)

Luca Pearce South Wastelander Human [~1500s R]

Unlike Isaac, Luca is not such an expert in loneliness. But he’d also live in the Wastelands, though he’d be a southern.

The Southern Wasteland was the last continent to be “discovered” and form strong connections to the rest of the world. But they made do with what was available. Avians and non-avians formed tighter connections here earlier due to necessity and have a very healthy, symbiotic relationship. Pertinent here, avians became messengers between human settlements when they couldn’t brave the journeys themselves.

But during the summer seasons, when the snow and bleary weather aren’t a fatal hazard, humans are able to make these journeys themselves – though they can’t do it alone. Dog sledding became the primary means of travel for these workers. With Luca’s fondness for animals and general isolation (prior to being with Babe), he slots in pretty nicely.

It is grueling and lonesome work, and given Luca’s anxiety, it seems unlikely he’d be good for the job. But he doesn’t have to interact with anyone – just reach supply and drop off points – and move onto his next assignment. His distance from people due to bullying may be what pushes him to the career in the first place, and he’d attach heavily to his pack of sleigh dogs.

The ideal breed for sleigh dogs have portions of their fur that’s illuminated from their proximity to the basin. They’re not the fastest, but it keeps messengers able to see and move, even if it’s dark out during the entire day. Later, when the Southern Wasteland begins trading more with foreign countries, crystals imported from the Seaworldian/Terran border are imbued with magic and line the sleds, lighting the way and allowing them to use faster dogs.

Most messengers form life-long bonds with their packs, and Luca especially – his would probably be a culmination of those given to him as part of the job and rescues. Still, the work does things to a person. Many human messengers eventually commit suicide.

Asirel Cain North Wastelander Avian [~500 Pre-R]

Wasteland avians weren’t particularly integrated with humans or elves until much later, so a lot of their early history is completely unknown. Select communities may have had a strong enough oral tradition to capture the gist of really early history, but those have been mostly turned to folk stories. And for early avian cultures which have died out, it means people don’t know of their existence at all.

One of the rare exceptions is the Chough culture (again, a placeholder name). Having nested at the highest known altitude of any avian, these people lived in some of the most dangerous mountain ranges in the world. Even until the latest point of time in this post, their homes were so dangerous that any non-avian could barely start scaling the mountains, and modern avians have lost their resistance to these conditions, similarly making them unable to find out.

Quite frankly, they’re a hypothesis more than fact. But little relics have fallen from these mountains and made their ways to the hands of archaeologists – carvings in a style distinct from the other surrounding cultures, lithic flakes, etc. Most damning are their statues of figures, certainly avians but not familiar ones. They look like alpine choughs.

While not a secret society which runs the world, Asirel as one of these avians was actually one of the first ideas I had for this AU. He retains the esoteric aspect to his character and is still the “top of the food chain,” so to speak. Avians don’t hunt other avians, but certain local cultures have aspects of their mythos which can be traced back to the Choughs (the oral history being skewed over time) which make them seem as an imposing, strong people who others generally avoided.

Evidence of Asirel would be scarce. But with his ambition, it’s likely he’d be carved into their figurines to honor an important member of the community. The high winds would force it off the range, and an archaeologist would find it in the snow. His visage remains in a museum, himself a figurehead for what the world cannot know.

Andrew Marston Chiropteran [~1800s R]

You may notice the lack of magical distinction for Andrew. He’s also the only chiropteran. They’re wanderers, who migrated to the continents via a dense web of cave systems which, by this point, have yet to be retraced. Eventually, their homeland was found – but that’s a story for a different day.

Originally I made Andrew a Wasteland elf. But chiropteran is more interesting because of their concepts of family and religion. Namely, because the former barely exists while the latter does in abundance.

Chiropterans live in communities called colonies, where they roost in large numbers. There is no family which binds a person by blood, you are instead connected to every person in the colony via a regimented structure of elders and children. Even biological siblings barely acknowledge it. The difference for twins is that, if you look identical to another person, it’s harder to ignore.

Religion works as the glue for these communities. If you don’t have the instinctual knowledge that your very body connects you to your colony, it’s the belief of a common force working above the rest of you that does. Thousands of chiropteran faiths exist, down to differences so subtle that only those initiated can see them. Every colony, from the ones with millions of people to tens, follows a different faith.

Now. Everything above describes a very traditional way of living, but that would be the way Andrew lived for his first few decades. With his parents as a constant influence, he’d remain in the colony and grow up similarly – gifted child with a bent for history and literature – with the exception of his brother. Andrew and Simon would grow up with a rare sibling bond in these colonies, known only between the two of them. Their parents would do everything to separate the two, but I think that would incite them to be closer.

But, when the time comes, Simon wouldn’t run away. Faith isn’t a method of repressing him and Andrew (quick note but homophobia also literally does not exist in this world) but instead is as foundational as the concept of friendship is to us. It is the invisible bonds which tie you to the people you love. Both would hold onto that, and interpret their expression of family as a unique form of this bond, given to them by the faith they follow. That doesn’t mean they’d be incredibly pious. They just mean they wouldn’t fully reject it.

With chiropterans long lifespans (longer than any other sentient species on average), both would eventually leave the colony. Andrew would focus himself into his studies and become a leading expert in his fields. After all, when he's older, he’ll have lived long enough to see the rise and fall of what humans and elves are formalizing into subjects. He’d find partners and explore the world. I can see him getting married twice, as so many do.

Here’s some reference as to what chiropterans look like. The first image was drawn by the wonderful @spooky_gecko on TikTok.

Xanthus & Cevyk

With them being mythics, I thought it more appropriate to make these two folkloric/mythological beings that don’t actually exist beyond stories, just as vampires and demons are to us.

Xanthus: Akin to vampires are demons who are thought to drain the “life essence" from a person. Aka, they can take away your ability to use magic, effectively collecting the different forms. These demons, depending on what they’ve extracted, can use multiple types of magic – making them incredibly dangerous. They don’t feed, as vamps do. Instead they’re often portrayed with limbs made of jewels, the kind I mentioned earlier which can hold magic, and inflict deep wounds into flesh in order to harness a person’s given power.

These stories originate from the fifth magical sphere I mentioned in the worldbuilding notes, and upon making contact, people turned its users into legends. They don’t wield all abilities – but it’s mysterious knowledge that, with misunderstanding, gets misconstrued. Nobody particularly believes in them, and become pop culture symbols co-opted from historical fears.

Cevyk: He’d be a butterfly. It sounds insane, but they’re common psychopomp figures and symbols of the afterlife, and vengeful ones at that. He’d be a little butterfly that’s an omen of death.

(As for Dontis, horniness is an affliction which transcends the bonds of earth. Succubi exist here basically in the same form as they in canon.)

Thank you for listening to me ramble :) Feel free to ask any questions. I’m going to slither back into my cave now.

[ochrearia]

ether

I'm normal (lying) and I needed to put this somewhere so bad and it's still not enough but YS I'm sorry. I'm making you suffer even more but you need to understand we're basically the same at this point and you're really the only bitch that I can pretend like feels exactly what I feel. Fuck. RGBFverse prompts aren't just silly fiction anymore

Every damn prompt in the last two or so days has been real. Been me. I feel like that was obvious

BFs in this one-shot: Yourself (YS)

God it was getting rather ridiculous now. Could he even blame it all on the angelic instincts anymore? Sure, they certainly didn’t help, but that wasn’t… it wasn’t quite the same. At least, YS wasn’t really sure if it was or not. The guardian angel thing, that was more of a possessive protectiveness that flared up practically any time he saw or thought about his people he’d attached to. Which, good god, he was understanding why angels didn’t attach to this many people. It was bad enough to have one person taking up all your thoughts on any given day, because you were hard-wired to dedicate yourself to them, but he was at what, fifteen now? Probably more. And he wasn’t stopping his erratic attaching either. He’d probably keep making that number go up. Not like he was known to make good choices.

But this felt a little different. YS was no stranger to working himself up into trances over the sheer amount of sappy, sentimental thoughts he started getting over any given brother. And it wasn’t like those thoughts were specific to one idea. The protectiveness rang true in those trances and made itself known through his half-aware mumbling. And paired with it came thoughts of love, and appreciation, and everything in between he had no idea how to name.

But… were the trances even because of his angelic instincts? Or did he just feel so damn deeply about things in general? Suppose YS couldn’t really recall feeling much of these trances before he started meeting all of his brothers. Maybe he had thoughts pooled together like this about her, and he was sure of that but he probably just never considered it as a “trance”. Because it’s not alien to just love your girlfriend that much that you think every nice thought possible about her, right? And he used to be able to kiss her any time he wanted, show properly his affection and she’d understand it. Maybe feel it too.

So what the fuck was going on here? Every time his brain snagged on a thought about a brother it was like a fucking disaster was set off. YS very much didn’t care in terms of ‘what affection he could express’ compared to what he ‘couldn’t’, because it was all going to slip out at some point eventually. If you asked him, he was technically not allowed to express any type, because he didn’t deserve to, but Beefer would sooner crash straight through his mirror in full dino form and try to like, eat him or something. Because he could tell when YS was being an ass to himself and was sticking very clearly to his ‘job’ of butting in before it kept going.

God his heart. YS was going to die it felt like, because fuck, why did his heart have to ache so bad thinking about his brothers? Tripping himself up over the fact they cared about him, dizzying his own mind over the concept of being loved by anyone, much less this many people. And yeah, okay, sure, they were all technically the same person. And there was probably some merit to his previous idea of reality getting confused when there were two or more of them in the same world. Getting so cuddly for nothing because it felt like they had to become whole again despite not being fractured at all. But this was just… something else.

He loved so hard. Holy fuck, he really did to the point it was debilitating. That’s really what it was. It was debilitating, completely paralyzing him on the spot despite things he needed to be doing. It was so much, almost all the time, it took days sometimes for the ache in his chest to go away for a little, only for it to come back later to torment him again. It was like YS almost couldn’t breathe sometimes, thinking in a spiral of how much love he had for the people in his life now, people loving him back, caring for him, quite literally making him want to wake up to be alive tomorrow so he could keep them in his mind again and maybe even spend time with them. Family like he’d never experienced before, because angels in his world didn’t really care about each other. Couldn’t, when they had others to attach to.

God YS had so much of it to give. That was all he really wanted to do. Give, give it all, drain his heart to empty and still continue giving because he could, and that’s what his brothers deserved and more. Giving the world to the people he loved. For the asshole he believed so much couldn’t want things, he wanted this so badly. Give all of himself away, unhealthy mindset be damned. He would do anything for his people. Because he cared. He cared, so much, and that thought was powerful enough alone to bring slight tears to YS’s eyes. Truth, raw and strong.

But that was the problem. He’d give everything. But he couldn’t give this feeling in his chest, the swirling in his brain, raw emotions that rippled in his body like tsunamis but were confined there. YS had no way to directly broadcast the exact things he felt, and it was like he was dying. Because it was all trapped and it wasn’t fair. Words weren’t enough, actions weren’t enough. None of what he’d been doing so far was enough no matter what he shared. And god, it was so bad, but he’d been describing it all with such negative words when it was literally the opposite.

He’d take being debilitated like this over any other kind of feeling, any day. Wanted this. Wanted.

This was… possessive. Very possessive. His brothers. Every single one of them. His. His to love and hold and appreciate, his to care for and lift up. And not a single damn regret about it. Too possessive? Probably, but this was all so new to him. He’d never done this before, in fact, he doubted that any angel had done this before. Attaching to this many people and feeling just as equally strong about each one. It was so much. And he could never give enough.

So important, all of them. Stuck in YS’s brain and he couldn’t get them out. And it didn’t matter how much he spoke about this to them, telling them point-blank that he loved them, holding them tight and not letting go until told, it was still just… not enough for what he felt in his heart.

YS’s heartbeat was freakishly slow. As were angel’s heartbeats. Probably didn’t help with the whole cold-blooded thing either. But every time he worked himself up into a trance, getting so mind-swirlingly loving, possessive, and almost needy, his heart would speed up. Noticeably speed up, because Beef had pointed it out before. God, he was so disgustingly sweet in his actions and that was mortifying to admit. Biff had a habit of saying it like it was though.

Tear my heart out of my chest, lay bare the ache it holds and feels because I cannot fucking take it anymore. I want you all to know. I wish I could perfectly convey it, I wish you could all feel what I feel, know how powerful my love and care really is, and if it’s too much then I’m so sorry. But it’s exactly what you deserve, and still more. Wonderful to me, kind to me, after all of my mistakes, stains on the world because of my wrong choices. People that aren’t here anymore because I didn’t do enough. But you’re all still here. And I know I have done nothing to deserve any of you.

YS felt like he was dying. But that was okay. If he got to die feeling so positively, then it would be his final victory.

God, I love you all. I promise. For the rest of my time here I will try to convey that as it is. For the rest of my time here I will work to repay and make up for everything I may put you through and you still stay.

For the rest of his time here. However long he’s wanted. And he hoped that would be forever, but that was usually never the case.

So he would love, like it would be over tomorrow.

[niiwa-angel]

Ohhhhhhh honey, it's so cute how you can be so close yet so far.

The sorting of bathrooms, prisons, sports categories, and shelters by sex isn't there to "violently segregate" people and the definition of male and female aren't arbitrary. There are biological differences between the sexes that are noticable. Males have broader shoulders, larger lung capacity, their pelvis is shaped differently than a females. Females have lower blood pressure than males, our skulls have a different shape and so do our rib cages, we don't build muscle the same way males do. And because of those differences, and if course the underlying hormones, males are stronger and faster than females. Hence why sports categories are sorted by sex.

Let's talk about behaviour, because males and females have different behaviour patterns, some societally influenced and some not. Males commit 80% of violent crimes, males commit 94% of sex crimes, females are the victims in 90% of sex crimes. When we separate spaces where people are going to be vulnerable, such as bathrooms, change rooms, and prisons, keeping males out of female spaces isn't bigotry, it's protection. These statistics have nothing to do with feelings or gender identity, they are observable globally. Around the world, males are more violent than females and they are violent towards females. They're violent towards each other too, but because they have the same biological advantages like lung capacity, bone density, and testosterone, two males fighting are decently matched.

Now let's talk about your ridiculous arguments about a woman wearing pants in a country that forbids it, because that made me laugh. Culture is made up, every single one, and they don't affect the biological reality of male or female either. The reason countries like Afghanistan have rules about what women can wear isn't about subjugating GNC people, it's just flat out misogyny, it's the oppression of women based on their sex. I dress very differently as a Canadian woman than a woman from sub-sahara Africa, we would celebrate different holidays, have different manners, and have grown up with different expectations of what is "feminine" but we are both female. Our sexes don't change just because the cultural expectations surrounding it do.

Moving on to how you tried to talk @radykalny-feminizm about how she may not be cis because she doesn't feel like she has a gender, please don't go around preaching your delusions. You sound like a Jehovah's Witness.

When radical feminists say we are women, we don't mean that we fit a cultural expectation of what women should be. We don't define womanhood by a set of pronouns, style of clothes, hobbies you're drawn to, or media you consume. Being a woman just means being an adult human female, that's it. Everything on top of that is just you, your hobbies, your style. I don't feel like a woman, it's just a biological reality, like my skin colour, height, and blood type. It's not something I can identify into or out of. If I were born male, it's be the same, I would be a man simply because I was born male. You saying you don't "feel" like a woman is like me saying I don't feel like 5"4, it's silly, it's placing behavioural and emotional expectations onto something that cannot be changed and that is not impacted by your view of it. You're a woman even if you chose to call yourself a gender just like I am 5"4 even if I chose to call myself 6 feet. In two hundred years, archeologists can dig up both of our skeletons and will conclude that we were both female and I was 5"4. The factual reality of ourselves doesn't change, it just is.

Furthermore, your argument that if a woman has her breasts removed, is infertile, and has trauma to her genitalia, she will be viewed as less of a woman is just insulting. Survivors of FGM aren't mutilated by chance, they are victims of a deeply misogynistic culture that viewed their natural genitals as needing to be changed. A woman who has had a double mastectomy or a total hysterectomy due to something like cancer isn't magically a male. It means that these women have undergone physical trauma that has changed their body. A male who has had his testicles removed because of testicular cancer isn't magically a woman, he's a man who has survived cancer. How society views these people after they have survived their trauma is still based on their sex.

Don't you realize that male and female are social constructs? They're ideas. Scientists don't even believe biological sex is a thing anymore, we're all just people. Gender is almost like religion, it can change, some people are really sure on theirs and others aren't, forcing someone into one is always wrong. Do you know why you're cis? Do you ever think about the possibility that you're not, about what it would be like to be something other then what you were born as. Would you still feel like a woman if you didn't have a womb, if you didn't have breasts or genitals or estrogen? It was a combination of contemplating these things, and mystical experiences with the goddess Hel that got me to realize I was agender. I thought I would lose certain things when becoming nonbinary and genderless, but I didn't. I don't know about you, but know you can be happy as an enby or a boy, you can be loved, and cherished and comforted as an enby or as a boy. I don't know if you're nonbinary like I am. You might find you really do identify with womanhood, but if you do really want to be a woman, then know that that's the same feeling amab women have. I know what it's like to think the way you do, I used to think that way, and I've had bad experiences with men and with the expectations society has for people with bodies like mine. But you don't have to take your pain and call it womanhood.

I'm not cis.

I didn't choose to be a woman.

I don't identify as a woman.

I don't feel like a woman.

I simply am a woman.

And being a woman isn't a social construct or an idea.

Being a woman is a biological reality.

I was born with a female body. That's a fact. It's not something I can change.

Saying that scientists don't believe in biological sex is a blatant lie. I can't believe that it needs to be said, but male and female bodies differ not only on the outside. We get affected by different conditions & illnesses. We have different immune systems. We have different pain levels. We have different hormones & health issues related to them. We respond differently to drugs and their dosages. Not to mention our reproductive systems and everything related to them. Our bodies are far away from being just a concept.

Being a woman in itself doesn't make me happy or unhappy. Just like being white & Polish doesn't make me happy or unhappy. Those are just facts about me.

And being a woman doesn't mean that I have to look or act in a specific way. What is womanhood for you if you think that males can identify with it? Is it about wearing dresses and makeup and acting silly? If a man does that then he's a woman? And if a woman doesn't do that then she's not a woman? It's absurd.

If you claimed that one can identify with a specific race by acting & looking in a specific way, everyone would (rightfully) say that it's offensive. Racial stereotypes are not okay, but gender stereotypes are fine & valid? Both sex and race are in the same category of material reality.

Being a woman doesn't determine who I am as a person. Being a woman is not a personality trait, just as race isn't. I don't have to do certain things so I can call myself a woman. There are no certain things one can do in order to "become" a woman.

But being a woman does shape my position in society and it also shapes yours, whether you like it or not. You can identify as whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that society sees you as a woman. You can't identify out of oppression. You can't stop identifying with pay gap. You can't stop identifying with your reproductive rights being taken away. You can't stop identifying with the fact that women are being raped and killed by men everywhere, everyday. Women in Afghanistan can't stop identifying with the education ban.

Goddess Hel won't help you once men decide to take your rights away. Identifying as agender won't either. Stop being delusional for your own sake before reality slaps you in the face.

[calmbigdipper]

I believe Fugo and Trish would be besties in the most awkward way possible

[frenchfry99]

Adding up Sunny to the spikey pile of my ocs ☀🪓

Another goober for @evillillad 's metal au >:3c

The typical rebel kid character that rejects any kind of authority and likes to do silly shenanigans and pranks (violence) for fun. Despite the mischief they can cause, Sunny is rather shy in person.

Their music preference is a blend of mostly punk rock,grunge, nu metal and hip hop genres and it's pretty inconsistent as they enjoy giving a listen to new things frequently

The type of guy that dresses like emo Adam Sandler on daily basis but gives the best fashion advice if you ask her. Enjoys art in any shape and form, loves to craft things himself (sewing preferably) and if you happen to become their friend you'll most likely regularly receive some funky handmade stuff from her :3

Speaking of friends I don't think they'd have much or any at all, like what life did you expect after running away from home Sunny smhhhh.

But Sunny has his cats and he's happy about it!! Lives by herself with at least a couple of them

Few doodles + not colored ver cuz it looks nicer to me

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[iliiuan]

I feel like we're coming at this from slightly different approaches. I'm exploring what an actually competent spy-master would do in Tamra's place. You're exploring how (almost) no one in wot can pull off that level of spy craft (for the very good reason that they don't have access to hours of spy movies and volumes of spy stories and no spy training institutes etc.). So yes, it's true that even a well-trained Warder would not be able to find an infant on a mountainside by asking directly about births. A proper spy, however, would be able to find said infant by asking seemingly unrelated questions. (I feel like Thom Merrilin could possibly have accomplished the task, for instance. He's the only competent spy in the story. Not that he was available.) All they have to do is listen. You don't go around asking specifically about births, because that would give away your goal. You pretend to sip some ale, ask about rumors, and end the conversation talking about food supply levels (or whatever). Then, follow up on what you hear. Chase the rumor to the source. There's no way people would shut up about a baby born on the side of a mountain. At least, normal people wouldn't. Tam had his reasons for keeping his secrets, and he's good at not talking, and he has a good cover story. At the same time, he needed a wet-nurse, which would be a source of gossip. As with most things, it would come down to luck. And fortunately, luck is on the Dragon's side.

Ultimately, Tamra was clumsy in her response to Gitara's Foretelling, for legitimate reasons of personality, training, and institutional background. Even so, she could have done a better job of obfuscating her purpose by finding decent cover stories. Yes, the cover story, whatever it was, would have to be true - I wasn't trying to imply that she should make it up, but rather that she should find some way to intersect her true interests with the loud and benign interests of another sister. It's all about creating layers of truth, to create plausible deniability, and to allow space for others to tell your lies for you, because they believe them to be true. (The bounty system accomplished this decently, with everyone writing it off as a silly waste, so perhaps I'm being too harsh on her. And yet, she did not find the child she sought.)

The easiest lie to tell is the truth. The easiest way to pretend you're not doing something is to pretend harder that you're doing something else. Tamra seemed to understand these axioms about half way, and ended up triggering the Black Ajah because they could tell she was up to something, but misinterpreted what.

Some say she was successful, but I guess that depends on how you measure success. She did protect the infant Dragon, in her own clumsy way. She did lay a foundation for Moiraine and Siuan to eventually find the Dragon Reborn. But she also got herself (and multiple other sisters) assassinated, which I personally do not count as successful. And she did not accomplish her own goal of finding the Dragon Reborn. The Pattern was successful, but Tamra, in my opinion, was not.

While we're at it, I really need to vent about how foolish this whole hunt for the baby dragon was. The illogic of Hears prophecy -> wants to hide prophecy -> starts manhunt as poorly disguised baby compensation program just annoys me.

The baby compensation amount is ridiculously high. Yes, to attract any woman who perhaps wasn't very interested in the money, but it screams desperation.

The method of acquiring data is sloppy. Accepted are NOT good scribes, as evidenced by Moiraine having to transcribe most of the entries. They also focus on the wrong details, because they don't know what is actually important, because keeping the birth of the Dragon Reborn secret is really important. But here we get stuck in a quagmire of casting a large net -> too much data with not enough detail, while casting a tighter net -> getting caught and losing the secret. Which is why using Accepted to accomplish this task was foolish.

What would have been a better plan?

First option that comes to mind is to do nothing. This has the advantages of not signaling that you are looking for someone important to the Black Ajah. It protects your secret most thoroughly.

Of course, then you can't protect interfere with the Dragon Reborn as he grows, because you don't know who he is. (Not that they succeeded in this goal anyway, which leads us back to Do Nothing as a reasonable response.)

Really, if the goal was to find Rand secretly, sending your Warder seems like the best course of action. In the moment of the prophecy, this should have been the very first response. Oh, what's that? She didn't have a Warder? (Gnashes teeth. Unprepared Aes Sedai, as usual.)

But back to the census. If what they really wanted was a high-quality list of babies born on Dragonmount, it would have been much, much better to have actual clerks do the work. White Tower wants a census, they have their reasons, no one's going to be suspicious about such an academic pursuit. Clerks doing clerk work? Also very not suspicious. Normal boring stuff. Nothing to see here.

All of this to say, Tamra doesn't impress me as being very slick. She painted a target on her back unnecessarily, especially since Do Nothing was a perfectly reasonable strategy.

[hybrix-hijinx]

Day 6 - Nostalgia

I think this counts. An alternative title for this entry could probably be "Leo and Takumi are two very different types of older brothers".

[carcarrot]

ok sitting down for a moment at disneyland. elaborating on the post-beat concert shenanigans in the tags

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[thoughtfulhog]

Me when uh- when someone wants to hear my ideas so i uh so i:

C'mon! Just give me villain headcannons that aren't Doofenshmirtz or Megamind!

[lyriumsings]

baldurs gate is so funny it’s just

laezel &shadowheart: let’s break you outta this religious cult!

wyll & gale: let’s break you outta this unhealthy relationship!

astarion & karlach: let’s break the people who broke you!

that’s it that’s the game

[meximango]

Day 18 - Hackneyed - Vaile + Bobby - PG

Summary: Vaile has a short encounter with Cahsi’s retainer.

Part 1 of 2. Part 2 can be found here! --

Vaile had never been in this residential district–or any other than Ishgard’s, if he was being honest. The kind of work he had been so used to did not lead him to safe, well-lit, nice-smelling places like these. When meeting up with an acquaintance (the word ‘friend’ was still strange to him, and he avoided using it if he could), they always met up in a city or at a dungeon site or on the road if they happened to bump into each other. 

The sight of all these houses made him feel like an intruder, even though he knew it was full of adventurer’s abodes, rather than normal civilians. Nobody was going to harass him or try to send him away unless he stepped over a line. Hells, Cahsi had told him plenty of people left their homes unlocked! Only a retainer to keep watch, with a book that visitors could sign to give their opinion on the owner’s interior decorating skills. Apparently, it was a form of relaxation for many, and a way for folks to show off their conquests (‘look at this great beast I slayed and mounted its wings on my wall! Gasp in awe!’) It felt like something from a children’s storybook, and he wasn’t sure if Cahsi was just fucking with him or if that was supposed to be considered normal. No way was he about to test if it was true by going into some stranger’s home and potentially getting caught in their homemade dungeon.

Which is why he had to be sure the house he was setting out to find was actually Cahsi’s. 

This place was too quaint for the likes of someone like him, but he needed something from Cahsi, and she said she’d be at her home all weekend. So he’d bear through it. He was tough. He could handle wading through a domestic setting without his skin itching for a fight. Probably. (and if he thought about it too long, it’d bring him back to that brief year of happiness with Axel. The closest he ever got to a domestic life. No thanks, brain.) 

Cahsi had sent him a letter to him via moogle mail with the most awful, nonsensical map known to man explaining how to find her home, which he’d never been to and hadn’t planned on. But she was ‘too lazy to bother traveling somewhere to meet up, even if it were at a major aetheryle. Please Vaile, I just want one lazy weekend where I don’t have to dress up and put on my weapon. You come to me, or you can wait.’ 

So here he was. Sort of. He was close? He was in the correct general area, as far as he could tell, but all these districts looked exactly the same, and ‘it’s a carbuncle themed house, you can’t miss it’, did not help when there were a surprising number of people with colorful homes themed after the same creature. Cahsi didn’t seem to be wearing her linkpearl right now, as she wasn’t picking up. He sighed. Not worth the trouble for what he needed, maybe, but he’d already traveled…

After another few minutes of aimless wandering and deliberation, he finally went to the nearest retainer bell and rang it until he could get someone to fetch Cahsi’s for him. 

When the familiar, stout figure arrived at the plaza, Vaile wasted no time: “Hey, you! Retainer. Where is she?”

Upon noticing who it was asking, the retainer’s face went from a neutral expression to one of slight annoyance. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly know what you mean. Some manners would go a long way to start, boy.”

“Just tell me!”

“....” 

The lalafell in front of him pretended to examine and remove a speck of dust from his outfit, completely ignoring the reaper that towered over him. Hard to be cowed by a punk with a short fuse when you were already dead, after all. Not much phased Bobby, though he certainly could phase through plenty. Having been around for numerous calamities and no signs of returning to the afterlife, Bobby had gotten exceedingly good at controlling his physicality. He could be solid when needed to do his job, but most of the time he was invisible or a blue-tinged, see-through mirage like right now.

It was a standoff Vaile wouldn’t win if he wanted an answer. “Fine. Hello. Nice weather we’re having, aren’t we. Now tell me where Cahsi is.”

“Mmm? And what do we say? A magic word, perhaps?”

“Oh for the love of–you insufferable mage. Please.” Vaile’s teeth were grit together so hard, he could nearly hear them creaking. His hand itched to reach for his weapon, useless as it’d be. Still, it could be fun to see a scythe swing through the man’s apparition. Would it flicker?

“There, now was that really so difficult? Was that painful for you?” His tone dripped with condescension.

“You are so lucky you’ve already left this plane, or I’d be breaking my promise of no bloodshed on the premises right about now–”

“Tsk tsk, the youths these days are so hotheaded. You’d best work on yourself, lad, or I won’t allow you to see miss Theia anymore. She doesn’t need to associate with ruffians.”

“And she doesn’t need a stuffy retainer like you choosing who she gets to see! Let her make her own decisions. She’s the one who invited me here.”

Something changed in Bobby’s expression, the tiniest hint of approval in his eyes. “Hmm. You’re right, I suppose. She’s handled far worse and prickly than you. Very well then.It’s the home right across from the pool, one block down to your left. You can’t miss it. You’ll find her in the library with some guests–friends. I believe you know them. I do hope you’ve packed a bag?”

“What? Why would I need a bag to talk to her?”

“Why, for the sleepover, of course!”

And with that, the retainer flickered into nothing, no doubt having had his fill of tomfoolery for the day.

Good riddance! A sentiment shared by both.

Vaile quickly reached his destination, the sign in front confirming it was hers. Cahsi’s door was unlocked, and there was note waiting for him, telling him she’d be downstairs. Must be where the library is.

As he approached the door leading to it, he heard muffles voices and laughter. Was he really about to intrude on a ‘sleepover’, and whatever that entailed? It was barely dinnertime!

Better to get this over with, Vaile. Sooner you get in there, the sooner you can leave.

As he opened the door, he heard a sentence that made him regret coming here and wishing Bobby had given him the wrong directions: “This has to be the most hackneyed sex pollen plot I’ve ever read, and don’t even get me started about the characterization!”

Was it too late to turn around and pretend he was never here? Unfortunately, three faces turned toward him and exclaimed in greeting.

“Vaile! You’re just in time. You have to join us!”

He nearly felt his adrenaline spike as though he were about to enter battle. What the hells was he getting himself into…?

- To Be Continued… ? - [next]

[kanieblindo]

Okay so hear me out.

What if? The Riley's just lived? They survived and Ghost still has his family? What if man.

Anyways here's the them because I absolutely needed to give him a little bit of comfort

(I didn't 100% go with canon design wise, but considering they're alive in the first place I feel as if it's obvious canon is silly 🧎‍♂️)

They're all extremely close and Ghost visits as often as he can, his nephew demands it and who is he to say no to him.

I live for Ghost being a family man who just gushes about how cool his Sister-in-law is while simultaneously just not mentioning the fact he HAS a family.

Just look at them living their lives happily,,

[azureasterart]

btw i have d8 w de@ th brainrot real bad RN so I've just been drawing gwimmy instead of glamoo. I will draw glamoo I swear they are my babeis and I am getting to a point where I can think of glamoo again man they're so. They're so sweet,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, cries