#And they can choose to take that but it takes influence.

[kalicocal]

First off, I understand where you’re coming from, but hear me out.

For me, what made this scene impactful has to do more with the fact that the prison cell is the physical representation of Vi's mind more than the fact that it's where they first met. (Although the latter does add merit to Fortiche's capacity for telling circular narratives.)

We know this because we see Fortiche use this same motif in S108, where we see half of Vi behind bars and the other half unobstructed, which signifies how Vi is torn between going back to help her sister and helping Caitlyn take the gemstone back.

In this context, though, Vi is shackled by the mantra, “Whatever happens, it’s on you,” and we know this because Vi admits it herself, “I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I’ve lost everyone.” 

And the implication of Caitlyn unlocking this cell and entering this space—this space filled with emotional and physical scars, this space haunted by phantom pains and memories with teeth—was just like an “I got you” moment, the perfect affirmation that finally releases Vi from the shackles of this inherited responsibility. 

Caitlyn not only predicted it, but she actively took measures that enabled Vi to free Jinx safely. By doing this, Caitlyn implicitly confirmed that Vi didn't choose wrong this time and that she wasn't alone in the decision to offer Jinx a second chance.

And as much as I appreciate the idea of open communication, romance, and making love in a bed, I understand why they saved the talking for later. After all, facing imminent doom and Armageddon can influence people to rush into things. 

All jokes aside, there is one thing about this scene that makes my heart ache with joy: that Vi finally has one memory that outshines all that was made in the prison cell. And that memory is of warmth, a gentle touch, and soft eyes—the only memory that matters.

And for me, that's enough.

the moment vi realised caitlyn's the love of her life

[yinyuedijun]

CORRUPTIVE | ratiorine x masc reader

Ratio has been running himself ragged on a project. His blood pressure has been catastrophic, and his mood even worse. Aventurine offers a convenient outlet for his stress. (Or: You new boyfriend is a corrupting influence on you.)

3.2k words. written for @ficsforgaza's kinktober — prompt was double penetration (2 holes). reader is masc + afab (no surgery, explicit terms used), addressed as "boyfriend", "good boy", "baby". soft degradation, praise, 1 instance of name calling. pre-established romantic relationships with aventurine and dr ratio. divider by @/cafekitsune!

Ratio doesn't know why or how you ended up so besotted with Aventurine.

It isn't a matter of your intellect (of which you have in spades) nor your good-hearted nature (which is vastly different from the disposition of the gambler), though both make it puzzling that you would be so interested in the Stoneheart. It is simply that Ratio has never met a man as shy as you, and to this day he can’t fathom how you ever manage to entertain the gambler’s overt degeneracy both in and out of bed. When you’d first asked Ratio whether he would be comfortable with sharing you with the man, Aventurine’s arm hanging off your shoulder and a wicked smile on his face, he had been hardly able to believe it. Ratio even wondered if his synesthesia beacon was malfunctioning, and if by ‘sharing with’ you actually meant ‘rescuing from’.

“Don't worry, Doctor,” Aventurine had purred. “If you ever get jealous, you're free to join in on the fun.”

Ratio had bristled. Jealousy, at the time, implied to Ratio that he was irrational enough to fear that Aventurine might somehow steal you away from him if he did not choose to mutually participate in the relationship. But looking at the facts and at your behavioural history, it was simply inconceivable that Aventurine would be capable of ruining your bond. Logic dictated that your relationship with Ratio was too secure for it to dissolve simply because you were separately engaging in romantic relations with another man.

“Do what you want,” Ratio had said dispassionately and without hesitation. “It doesn't change anything between us. Do try your best to survive that insufferable attitude of his, though. You are free to come to me if you ever need a break from the gambler.”

Since you’ve begun seeing Aventurine, though, Ratio has begun to suspect that Aventurine had meant something else by jealousy. Something less related to the emotional dimension of sharing you and more to do with the physicality of it. Something about seeing you in the mornings-after and noticing the marks that Aventurine likes to litter across your neck. Something about how you seem more and more shameless every time you sleep with Ratio—how you seem able to take him deeper into your throat each time, how you seem to moan louder every time Ratio slides into you, how you now openly whine and beg to be filled by Ratio even though your cheeks are always hot with the embarrassment of doing so.

Something about how Aventurine seems to be training you to become unrepentantly needy for cock.

You are, again, a shy person. Your sex life with Ratio is largely reserved, fairly vanilla, and—and as far as he can tell—so satisfying that you never ask for anything else when he suggests it. I’m not very adventurous, you’d once laughed at him, more than a little sheepish. But dating Aventurine has clearly had a corruptive influence on you, and it had only become fully clear to Ratio the other day when he had moved to gently prep you, only for you to shake your head and reach between your legs, spreading yourself open for him.

“I-it's okay,” you’d panted, barely able to talk through the haze of your lust. “Aventurine already stretched me out earlier—see?”

When Ratio saw that your hole was not only gaping, but still dripping with Aventurine’s cum—he’d nearly passed out.

And now, as Ratio sits in his office, trying desperately to focus on revising the latest RFP from the Intelligentsia Guild while he listens to the rhythmic creak of your bed in the other room, the obscene noise of Aventurine’s hips slapping against your own as he pounds into you—

Well. Ratio admits that it should not have taken him so long to understand the meaning of ‘Join in on the fun’. He supposes he should acknowledge his own idiocy when he is guilty of it.

He would rather die than acknowledge that he does want to join the two of you, though.

Ratio is, for the millionth time, revisiting the blasted black hole information paradox: his least favourite problem in the entire field of quantum mechanics. He has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, but he does sometimes wish to have less knowledge about this specific problem. Despite the fact that humanity has now colonised countless planets, asteroid belts, and moons, the exact properties of black holes remain an unknown that Ratio intends to eventually characterise. It's only a matter of time and effort—a great deal of which he's already spent, to no avail. Irritating, as it is a roadblock for a critical and time-sensitive project at the moment.

“Veritas,” you say, bringing him a bowl of hearty goulash that Aventurine had leisurely cooked during the time that Ratio had been slaving over these blasted equations, “you should take a break. You’ve hardly gotten any sleep for the past week.”

“Sleep can wait,” Ratio replies. His back aches, his wrists hurt, and his head is throbbing. His jaw aches from how much he's been grinding his teeth. “I am on the verge of a breakthrough—I will not rest until I’ve solved this.”

“But I'm worried about you,” you argue.

“I have no need for your worry,” he dismisses—snaps—and he knows he’s gone too far when he sees your brow furrow.

Aventurine, of course, manages to somehow be there. Why he's emerged from the kitchen to spectate on the two of you is a mystery to Ratio, but the Stoneheart appears to be openly and genuinely displeased at the interaction. It is a rarity for him, as Ratio has observed a trend in which Aventurine is least likely to show distress when he's actually hurt, and most likely to feign hurt when he's in control. A negative correlation, so to speak. The man does not like to reveal his emotions. But Ratio can generally get a good read on the Stoneheart, and he can tell that Aventurine’s current frown is genuine.

The concern on his expression fades when you roll your eyes at Ratio. “Okay, you should sleep and eat. Someone’s hangry.”

Ratio clears his throat. Always quick to own his errors as soon as he recognises them, he says, “My apologies. That was beneath me.”

“It's fine.” You stand behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. As soon as you begin to knead your hands, Ratio becomes acutely aware of a knot at the base of his neck that your fingers are quickly undoing. “I know you're just stressed. You’ve run yourself ragged, Veritas—you’re going to get sick at this rate. Can I help you relax?”

Ratio closes his eyes, tries not to melt at your touch. You aren't wrong, he thinks. Prolonged stress compromises the immune system, and falling ill would hardly do anything for his overtaxed mind. He should do something to relax. He thinks about stepping away from the desk for the first time in hours, sinking into a warm bath… with you there, obviously—so he may wash your back, run his hands along your hot skin, kiss your shoulder amidst all the steam and fragra—

“I have an idea of what may fix the Doctor’s worsening health,” Aventurine says, his sly voice shattering Ratio's pleasant fantasy. The academician scowls.

“I have no need for your ideas,” Ratio snipes in revenge.

“Are you sure, Doctor? Because it seems you're running short on them.” Aventurine’s neon gaze roves over the several monitors in front of Ratio, all of which display his failed models. Ratio is startled.

“You understand the work here?”

“Not at all,” Aventurine replies breezily. “It was just a lucky guess. Or maybe an obvious one.” He slinks closer, wearing a grin that is both familiar and gratingly handsome. Ratio might have even found it charming if he didn't have such an outrageous headache. “Either way, it's clear to me that you need a break, plus a way to work off some of that stress.”

“Neither of which require your assistance.”

“Perhaps not mine,” Aventurine agrees. He's smiling when he adds, “But maybe our boyfriend’s?”

Ratio’s eyes narrow. He decides that he doesn’t like the cunning in his voice. “What do you mean?”

Aventurine’s mouth curls in a wicked, wicked way. He gives you a quick glance, as if asking you for permission, but you don't say anything to stop him—even though you can't look at either of them in the eye.

“Well,” the gambler says, “the two of us have been talking, and it turns out that your boyfriend’s been having some very interesting daydreams involving you…”

Ratio can't believe that this is happening.

In the first place, he'd hardly been able to process Aventurine’s suggestion. Ratio has long deduced that that you’re now much more open in bed, more transparent in your lust, but a fantasy like this one is still unprecedented based on his prior experiences with you. He hangs onto his disbelief right until the moment that you’re nude in front of him, face pressed into his pillows, ass up while you present yourself to both men. Aventurine has expertly teased your holes, so both of them are clenching and pulsing, needing to be filled. You're keeping yourself spread for them both obediently, so Ratio can see perfectly the way your cunt begins to drool when Aventurine eases his fingers into your other hole.

“Did you know, Doctor,” Aventurine drawled, “how much your boyfriend enjoys having both of his holes fucked at the same time?”

Ratio swallows. Can't take his eyes away from your glistening cunt, the way it twitches each time Aventurine moves his fingers inside you. “We—we have never tried.”

“Huh. Guess I can't blame you—it took a while for us to get him there.” His eyes almost gleam, the strange violet of his irises filled with cunning. “We had to go real slow with the toys, you know. I trained him pretty well, but”—Aventurine’s gaze flicks down to where Ratio is hard and throbbing—“he’s still never taken something as big as you. Not while I'm already inside him, anyway.”

You let out a whimper at the observation. “Are you excited?” Aventurine coos. You squirm, as if trying to push your hips toward them, and Aventurine laughs. “So needy. I’ve turned you into quite the cockslut, haven't I? But don't worry, baby. We’ll give you what you need soon enough—right, Doctor?”

Ratio struggles with a reply. He’s not talkative during sex beyond reassurances and encouragement, and perhaps the occasional curse. He doesn’t have a disposition for theatrics, and he certainly doesn’t have any inclination toward degrading ones. But Aventurine performs sex and decadence easily, his tongue silver and deft around his filthy words, his expressions nearly made for it. Ratio’s gut tightens when the gambler smirks at him, his cock twitching in his hand. I know what I'm doing to you, his face seems to say, and it leaves Ratio feeling at once irritated, out of his depth, and alarmingly horny.

For the sake of his blood pressure, Ratio turns his attention to you. The state that Aventurine has you in is obscene, panting and writhing as he eases a third finger into the tight ring of muscle that he’s trying to tease open. You moan a little, then whimper when Aventurine’s other hand finds your cunt. Ratio’s cock throbs at the noise that your pussy makes when Aventurine begins to tease it, dripping wet and embarrassing.

This is when you start to beg: “Please. Please, I'm ready, I promise. You don’t need to go slow, Aventurine, I promise, I can take—”

Your voice cuts out as Aventurine removes his fingers. Your holes are left empty, and Ratio can tell how badly you need them to be filled from the frustrated noise you make. Aventurine guides you into sitting, takes the opportunity to kiss you. “Since you asked so nicely,” Aventurine accedes, his lips moving against yours. He glances at Ratio after pulling away. “Well, then, Doctor—which of his holes would you prefer?”

Ratio swallows. He glances at your pleading expression, then at the space between your legs. At his hesitation, the corner of Aventurine’s mouth lifts. “Wait,” he says, “don’t tell me you’ve never tried anal?”

“Of course we have,” Ratio says curtly, almost defensive. Then he hesitates. “But we usually have… trouble.”

Ratio is large. It isn't a boast, but a factual statement, at least according to the statistics you once rattled off at him. It's challenging enough to make himself fit into your pussy; it’s an even longer process with your ass. He isn't sure from the way that you're begging that you can wait so long—and frankly, he isn't sure if he can either.

But gods, seeing Aventurine work you open for him like that…

Ratio’s concerns seem to have the opposite effect on Aventurine. He looks almost gleeful when he says, “Trouble? Oh, well, that settles it.” He cups your cheek, looks fond. “What do you think, baby? Can I use your cunt while Ratio fucks you from behind?”

You look deeply flustered, but you nod anyway. “Y-yes.” Your voice is trembling with excitement.

“Good boy,” Aventurine replies. He gives Ratio an appraising look, his eyes as hungry on him as they were on you. His gaze hardly strays from Ratio’s, even as he sits back and prompts you into straddling him. The position gives Ratio a maddening view of Aventurine’s length between your slick thighs. “Wanna give us a hand, Doctor?”

“You may run your mouth the whole night if I don't,” Ratio says dryly, and Aventurine laughs as the larger man places his hands on your hips. Aventurine pumps his length, lines himself up with your entrance. Ratio hears it when he nudges himself between your dripping folds, teasing you with the head of his cock.

“What, you don’t like my banter? Will you find other uses for my mouth later?” Aventurine teases, and Ratio is suddenly torn between thoughts of shoving his cock deep into Aventurine’s throat or making you ride Aventurine’s face. Both make for tantalizing images, and he decides he’ll revisit them later. He can already tell that the Stoneheart would find them equally appealing.

“We’ll see. For now”—Ratio begins to guide your hips down—“I’m sure there are other ways to get you quiet.”

Any witty retort dies on Aventurine’s tongue. He throws his head back as you sink onto his cock, overwhelmed, and Ratio can hardly blame him—he knows firsthand how good your cunt feels, always so tight and welcoming. You take Aventurine with more ease than you do Ratio, but not by much: it’s still an agonisingly slow and sweet process, getting your cunt to swallow the whole of him. Given complete control of your motions, Ratio guides your hips up and down, forcing you to take more of Aventurine’s length with each motion. He’s rewarded with the mesmerizing view of your pussy stretching out around the other man’s cock, leaving it glistening and creamy white with slick and pre.

When Ratio finally has you bottom out, Aventurine’s balls dripping with your arousal and pressed flush against you, the both of you let out strangled, broken groans. He lets you catch your breath before pulling you back so that Aventurine is pressed against your front walls, then pushes your belly for good measure. From the gasp you let out, Ratio can tell he's just forced the other man’s cock against your g-spot.

Aventurine’s eyes rove up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. “Very good,” he purrs. “Are you ready to take Ratio now?”

“I—I think so,” you pant.

“I'll go slowly,” Ratio promises, and Aventurine watches carefully as he reaches for the lube.

“Don’t feel bad if you can't last,” he drawls, and Ratio tries not to scowl. How juvenile. The gambler must sense his disdain, because he shows his teeth in an almost-smile. “I'm being serious, Doctor. It feels very different from fucking someone by yourself, you know.”

“I’m certain I'll survive it,” Ratio says flatly. He pumps his cock once, twice, and Aventurine grabs your ass to spread you for him. Ratio starts pushing into you, begins stretching your tight hole around his girth. It has you shifting and squirming on Aventurine’s cock until Aventurine is forced to still you with his hands, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Be good now,” he says. “Stay still until we’re both inside you.”

“O-okay,” you say, voice watery, and Ratio almost feels bad at the whimper you let out when he pushes another inch inside you. Almost.

He can't help but mentally curse the other man as he slides into you. He hadn’t been lying. On a normal day, you're barely able to accommodate Ratio, but with Aventurine’s cock already deep in your cunt, sliding into you is even more difficult than usual. You feel almost unbearably tight and hot around him, and every time Aventurine moves inside you, Ratio can feel it—every twitch and press of the other man’s cock, barely separated by your walls. It's maddening.

It must be overwhelming for you, too. From the noises you're making, Ratio can tell you feel nearly at your limit. You’re choking by the time that Ratio is halfway inside you, your face thrown into Aventurine’s neck.

“I—I’m so full,” you gasp, and Aventurine hums soothingly as he kisses your nape.

“You can do it.” His eyes flicker to Ratio, who nods and keeps pushing. In a bid to help you relax, Ratio reaches between your legs and finds your sex. Your clit is swollen, neglected, and your hips jolt as soon as he starts rubbing it. Unwittingly grinding against Aventurine’s hips, you make the gambler groan at the motion, and the noise goes straight to Ratio's aching cock. He can hardly believe it when he finally manages to bottom out—leaking and twitching inside you, his balls heavy and tight against Aventurine’s.

“There,” Aventurine says, sounding fully in control even while breathless, “such a good boy, taking us both… we’re going to use your holes now, okay?”

Ratio knows that it's probably the praise that does it. As soon as you hear the words, you let out a familiar kind of whimper—pitched, frantic. “O-oh fuck,” you choke out, and suddenly Ratio feels your walls clenching hard around him, pulsing as your body tries to milk them both. He hisses and manages to hold back from his climax, but Aventurine is shameless about letting you drag him over the edge with you—Ratio can feel him twitching and spurting ropes of cum inside you, the pump of his cock as he begins to fuck you through your orgasm. Ratio can't tell if it's Aventurine’s cum or your squirt that's dripping onto him right now, only that the mess is making him throb inside you, and—

“Fuck,” he snarls, and he pulls out of you so that he can grab the base of his cock. He needs to cum so bad that it nearly hurts, but he doesn't allow himself to finish. Not yet.

You're incoherent with pleasure for a long while, your body a wanton mess between them, but Aventurine—never one to stay quiet for long—quickly recovers and regains control. He pulls out with ease, and Ratio is treated to the obscene sight of your empty holes, both gaping and leaking into their thighs, a mess of cum and pre and lube.

“See?” he pants, grinning at Ratio. “Hard not to cum, isn't it?”

Ratio has to breathe deeply to calm himself. “It did feel… different from usual,” he acknowledges.

“I'm sure,” Aventurine purrs. He glances at you, smiles fondly. “How do you feel?”

You make a euphoric, exhausted noise, and both of your partners understand it to mean that you’ve enjoyed yourself.

“Was that too much?” Ratio asks.

You make a noise that sounds like a No. Aventurine’s grin is sly; he glances at Ratio’s cock, still swollen and aching, and he kisses your forehead.

“Good,” he murmurs. Ratio can hardly believe it, but he can see Aventurine starting to stroke himself, already hardening again. “It looks like the good doctor is still in need of release. You won't mind helping him out for a little longer, will you?”

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[arc-misadventures]

Vtuber: would Jaune give the other vtubers a rundown on the 40k universe like how Bricky does? And if he does, would he be a Tech Priest or some other persona?

The VTuber: There is Only an Excessive Amount of Styrene

Errant stopped as he look at the ask he had just received. It was a simple question in, and of itself. But, it was in essence an impossible task to complete. The question:

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Penguwithagun: Could you give us all a run done on, Warhammer 40000?

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ErrantryPaladin: Uhhh... No...

ErrantryPaladin: Could I give you a synopsis on, Warhammer 40k? Kinda...?

ErrantryPaladin: No...?

ErrantryPaladin: Okay look... Warhammer 40k's lore is very, very in depth. It's a lore that is ever expanding, and ever changing... You want me to explain the game itself, I can explain that in like... minute, two minutes tops. But, the lore? No way buddy.

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Icywill'o'wisp: Can you explain it then? The game?

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ErrantryPaladin: ...

ErrantryPaladin: Alright...

ErrantryPaladin: Warhammer 40000 is a tabletop board game where you build, and paint models of a various factions, and races of your choosing to fight against, and with fellow players who are do the exact same thing.

ErrantryPaladin: That's basically it; It's a board game, where you take these plastic model kits, build them however you want them, paint them however you want to, and pit your armies against fellow players who are doing the exact same thing.

ErrantryPaladin: You don't even have to play the game, I don't. I just build, and paint the models. I paint, Space Marines of the, Crimson Fist Chapter, and when the, Primaris Marines came out, I started building a, Blood Raven army. I also built a custom army of, Imperial Guard, a Goff, Ork army, and a slew of random models I bought, and painted because I thought they would be fun.

ErrantryPaladin: There you go, that's a brief synopsis of the hobby itself.

ErrantryPaladin: That, and it's an expensive hobby. A really expensive hobby...

ErrantryPaladin: Would you like to learn about the lore now?

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Penguwithagun: Yes

Kittubitchu: yes

Impregnatemedaddy: Just keep talking love.

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ErrantryPaladin: Haa...

ErrantryPaladin: Okay...

Errant pressed a button, and changed his usual handsome white skinned, with blond haired, Huntsmen face to that of a pale blue skinned cyborg, whose face was hidden by biomechanical eyes that peered soullessly at the camera. It spoke with a synthesized voice as it answered chats inquiry.

ErrantryPaladin: So you want know the lore of the, Warhammer 40000 universe do you?

ErrantryPaladin: Where do you wish to begin? There are many place where we can begin: There are the many events of forty first millennia, or the events of the forty second millennia? Pre, and post, Fall of Cadia to put it simply?

ErrantryPaladin: Cadia? Are you curious about, Cadia? Do you wish to learn about the significance of, Cadia? Or, did you learn why, and how it was destroyed?

ErrantryPaladin: How? It was destroyed during, Abaddon the Despoilers thirteenth, Black Crusade. It was to make way for his, Chaos invasion into the materium from the, Eye of Terror.

ErrantryPaladin: Who is, Abbadon? And, what is the, Eye of Terror?

ErrantryPaladin: Abbadon is the self proclaimed, Warmaster who seeks to destroy the, Imperium of Man, and slay the, Corpse Emperor in the name of his, Dark Gods.

ErrantryPaladin: The Eye of Terror is a ripe in the fabric of the world between the materim realm that allows easy access in, and out of the, Warp.

ErrantryPaladin: What is the, Warp? The Warp if an eldritch nightmare place where your very thoughts subconscious, or unconsciously effects the realm. It is a place of nightmares, and demons all in service of their eldritch gods, The Chaos Gods. Being that seek to render their influence, and destroy the material realm for their own machinations.

ErrantryPaladin: Where did the, Eye of Terror come from? The Eye of Terror was formed by the creation of one of the, Chaos Gods; Slaanesh, the Prince of Pain, and Pleasure. It resulted from the unheeded debaucheries commit by the xeno race called, The Eldar. The birth of, Slaanesh resulted in the total destruction of the, Eldar Empire, the fractioning of their peoples survivors into two separate factions, and the result that all, Eldar souls being consumed upon death by, Slaanesh, unless special jewels called, Soul Stones are used to save the souls of dead, Eldar from being consumed by, Slaanesh.

ErrantryPaladin: Who are the, Eldar? The Eldar are among the oldest races in, Warhammer 40000. They were created by a species called, The Old Ones in order to fight in a war against a xeno race called the, Necron's. They used materials called, Wrath Bone, and their species natural psionic powers to fight against the undying metallic creatures the, Necron's. An event called, The War in Heaven.

ErrantryPaladin: Do you wish to learn more?

Errant watched his chat feed ask dozen, upon dozens of questions, all leading to one question, and then to another.

Errant pressed a key, and his VTuber model to his usual human model.

ErrantryPaladin: You see chat this is why I cannot do a lore dep dive because there is no end to this place!

ErrantryPaladin: I mean, I've seen you people asking me, who, and what the Blood Ravens, and Crimson Fists are. So, you want to know who the, Space Marines are?

ErrantryPaladin: Shall I tell you how they were made? The original nineteen chapters? The traitor, and loyal legions? The unique traits of each chapter? The first founding, second founding... I think there's at least sixteen founding's...? I need to check this...

ErrantryPaladin: Oh... evidently there have been twenty six foundlings!

ErrantryPaladin: See?! There's some stuff I didn't even know about!

ErrantryPaladin: I understand you're all interested in learning about the lore of, Warhammer 40000. But, I can spend days here just talking about one factions, sub-factions, sub-factions. Days talking about the events of on war! And, don't even get me started on any of the book series! The rule books! The freaking codex's!

ErrantryPaladin: So as much as you want me to explain the deep lore of, Warhammer 40000. There's too much for me to explain. Go on, Youtube, and you'll find several channels who's whole shtick is about explain aspects of, 40ks lore.

ErrantryPaladin: So with that being said, is there any more questions you want to ask?

Errant hoped that this would be the end of this never ending conversation, but his chat had to ask that one question that sent him over the edge.

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Gekkowithapecker: What are your thoughts on female custodies?

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ErrantryPaladin: ...

ErrantryPaladin: GET THAT DEI, SLAANESHIAN, TZEENTCH BULLSHIT OUT OF MY GAME BEFORE IT DESTROYS EVERYTHING?!!!

Yeah, Errantry didin't much care for it.

[thewistlingbadger]

I hate the way the show frames Jinx. Having this "Powder vs Jinx" thing is so weird and unrealistic and the fact that they kept reiterating the idea that Jinx and Powder were sperate people? It is the strangest thing I've every seen, because THEY ARE NOT SEPERATE PEOPLE! THEY ARE THE EXACT SAME PERSON, TWO OPPOSITES THAT ARE INEXTRICIABLY BOUND.

"Powder is dead, powder killed Silco," "Jinx is dead, Jinx was Silco's daughter, Powder was Vander's," THIS DOESN'T EXIST. "Powder" grew up to be "Jinx". You can't get rid of the "Jinx" in "Powder" and you can't get rid of the "Powder" in "Jinx." They are the same person. Jinx grew up but she still had the softness that she had as a child and also the brutality she had as a child. In life, we will change all the time. Change is an element of nature, there is no such thing as staying the same forever. You are always going to change, and in some ways you are always going to stay the same. That's just how life is. You can't only love one version of a person, because one day that version won't be there! They won't exist anymore because they changed, and in a way they were always like that. This is the exact issue that Ekko and Vi have with Jinx. They are obsessed with one particular version of Jinx, and version that no longer exists. And instead of realizing that yes, she has changed, and she is still the same person- they come to the conclusion that the person they love is gone. That isn't true. The person they love is alive, but they have changed and they're never going to be the exact same again.

And THIS is what Silco was talking about on the river. When he said "you have to let Powder die so the fear of pain can no longer control you," he DIDN'T MEAN "Powder" is bad. Him saying "Jinx is perfect" does NOT mean he hates "Powder" or that he only loves "Jinx". He meant that who she is in the moment is perfect. She doesn't need to make a "choice," she is both. Silco very obviously doesn't hate the soft, vulnerable parts of Jinx that are classified as elements of "Powder." We see Silco love Jinx in her entirety. He loves the girl who scribbles with crayons on her destructive bombs. He loves the girl who feels like she's weak despite how rough her exterior has become. "You're strong now, just like you were always meant to be." She isn't an indestructible and cold weapon; She's a person who's harshness of her reality has given her the power to take charge of her own life. If Silco hated "Powder" then he wouldn't let Jinx invade his personal space and he wouldn't give her so much grace. For fucks sake, his dying words were him LITERALLY telling her she was perfect in every single possible way. His final breath was spent enforcing the fact that she didn't need to change at all, she never had to split herself into pieces trying to fit for anyone.

Jinx can't "choose" between "Powder" and "Jinx" because they're both her. I don't know why the show chooses to frame her like she has two different personalities, but she doesn't. She is a person that grew up and was influenced by the events she witnessed throughout her lifetime, just like any other person.

[susan246]

They’re gay, your Honour, and I can prove it!

MAJOR SPOILERS

Gay list:

- YJH was the first and only person SHJ invited to his house

- YJH was his first friend

- They danced together

- “I’ll fall for you.” “You said you already fell.” “I could fall again.”

- SHJ got YJH red roses

- SHJ complained that he didn’t get a kiss

- SHJ called him a princess

- Instantly knew that it wasn’t YJH despite the appearance being identical.

- “If you want me to be interested, you’ll have to imitate his personality, not just his looks”

- YJH tried to take off SHJ’s clothes [yarn]

- SHJ got injured to protect Yerim because she’s important to YJH

- SHJ trusted YJH enough to bet his vision

- SHJ acts with YJH to the extent that they can read eachother’s minds

- “I believe you, Han Yoojin, raised Han Yoohyun well.”

- SHJ got on one knee and proposed

- SHJ gave YJH his amex, and even tho YJH has money, he always used SHJ

- A completely different version of SHJ also got interested in YJH, and got jealous of himself

- SHJ says he’ll feed him a spoonful of his love

- SHJ is the only person to notice YJH’s limp when he hides it

- “I’m not able to give up on you. And I have no intentions of letting you go.”

- “at the start, you were just a convenient item”

- OFFERED HIM HIS RIGHT EYE, “If I had to choose between my eyes or you, I’d choose you.”

- YJH saying SHJ’s appearance is “handsome, so flawless it’s annoying”

- Literally paid for a DATE (JUST A DATE TO THE AQUARIUM) with an SS-grade coat

- THEY HAVE A CHILD (which was supposed to turn into a curse/poison dragon but with SHJ influence became a fairy - GAY)

- “I didn’t expect I’d have to blow your head off twice” “It’s an honour” SHJ BITING THE GUN

Feel free to add your own

[maxdibert]

And that is precisely the worst reason, because just as they could choose to exercise violence, they could also choose not to, but they opted for the first choice. We can’t forget the reason behind that power: their power came from the lack of consequences for their actions and the certainty that there would be no serious repercussions. James and Sirius knew they could attack Severus because he was someone without a family name, blood status, or financial resources. No one was going to defend him, no one cared about him, he wasn’t important among his peers, and he didn’t have present parents. He had no money, no influence—he was a nobody.

And they weren’t nobodies. They had all of that. James knew his parents would do anything for him, and while Sirius came from a bad household, Walburga would never have allowed her son to be humiliated—even if only to flaunt the power of the Black family and preserve their image. They had a safety net; Severus didn’t. So they could do whatever they wanted to him. If that hadn’t been the case, they would’ve picked on Mulciber or Rosier or any other Slytherin. But they didn’t—because they couldn’t. Those kids came from good families with resources, and their actions would’ve had consequences. So James and Sirius weren’t interested. Sure, they might’ve played a prank on them once or insulted them, but there was no prolonged bullying, no targeted abuse, because if they’d done that, they’d have gotten into trouble. With Severus, they had free rein—and that’s the most sinister part of it all: they went after him because he was defenseless.

They could have chosen not to do it. They could’ve been like many other popular boys and girls with social influence who don’t go out of their way to torment others. They could’ve chosen not to be violent, but they didn’t want to. I was part of a popular group in my school, and there were kids with a lot of money whose parents were important people, and they didn’t go around tormenting anyone. People can choose not to be terrible human beings—especially people like James, who had no trauma or underlying reasons to explain his behavior beyond being a violent, narcissistic jerk.

James was raised in a loving, progressive family, surrounded by care and privilege. His duty was to choose not to be violent, yet he decided to become a despicable, classist bully. Even Sirius has a backstory that makes his sociopathic tendencies somewhat understandable, but James? He’s just a fragile, egotistical jerk who couldn’t stand someone else getting close to the girl he liked, and because that someone turned out to be an easy target, he chose to torture him—even after he “got” the girl. Honestly, I find him a despicable character in every sense.

I also completely agree with everything you said. When people talk about Severus being resentful and violent, they tend to equate him with James and this supposed “change” James underwent that we never see or have any evidence of. But people often forget what I said earlier: James had no reason to be a jerk. His whole life was easy. He was filthy rich, adored by his parents, and after finishing school, he no longer ran into Severus in the halls, so he had no one to torment.

Meanwhile, Severus faced violence at home and at school. He endured teachers (the people responsible for his well-being) ignoring the bullying he suffered, even telling him to stay quiet when he was almost killed. He lived in a house full of supremacists as a half-blood, constantly having to prove he deserved to be there despite his status. He had no financial safety net to fall back on if things went wrong. He was groomed by members of a cult. He was groomed, emotionally manipulated, and had his insecurities and traumas exploited by Dumbledore. Very few people could have endured Severus’s life without ending up taking their own life.

People completely disregard his context. Sure, he had a horrible personality, but his life was horrible too. It’s not like he had many other options.

“I was bullied in school and didn’t turn out like Snape.”

Well, that argument works both ways. I was never bullied in school—in fact, I’d say I was part of a group of people considered “cool,” and not once in our lives did we go around picking on others, either verbally or physically. Nor were we going around drawing attention to ourselves with jokes that only appealed to the intellectually challenged. So, I don’t know, this whole “kids will be kids” thing doesn’t sit right with me because I was in that position, and I was never that childish. Neither were my friends. If we’re going to personalize the argument without considering the characters’ context, then let’s all do it, right?

The ironic part is that the same people who endlessly excuse the Marauders are exactly the kind of people the Marauders would have bullied relentlessly, and the fact that they genuinely don’t see it is… I don’t know whether to find it sad, pathetic, or both.

[cardboardheartss]

South Africa’s Astrological Moodboard + D1 Chart Analysis

Apologies if there’s any typos… it’s currently 5 am as im typing this.

My home country, South Africa, as a whole has been through so much throughout history. This can be well indicated by the 10H Pisces Mars.

The 10H Pisces Mars is extremely influential in our history and culture. In South Africa we experienced ‘Apartheid,’ in English meaning “to be a part.” Apartheid was established by foreign White colonizers who came from the Netherlands, through the ocean (Pisces influence).

Those same people inflicted a lot of violence (mars) on Native South Africans. Apartheid was also a psychological attack, it was psychological and put an illusion effect on Black South Africans through abuse and torture. Black South Africans would have homes raided, they’d be killed, arrested and were constantly told that White is superior; which then led to their brainwashing and automatic submission towards White colleagues or people in general. We can see this affect on the older generation who were present during Apartheid.

Coincidentally, this 10H Mars is Square its own ruler (Pisces), which is found in the 7H of Sagittarius. This aspect emphasizes the presence of racism in South Africa. Surprisingly enough… there is still racism in our country and inequality.

Many Black South Africans still choose to not notice this (Pisces influence) and would rather believe that they are one with White South Africans. Another thing I have to mention, is that Apartheid didn’t end because White people had a change of character.

No, the affect of Apartheid was seen worldwide (10H) and many foreign countries wanted to sanction South Africa, and this was going to affect the income and connections (7H) the Apartheid government had, so they had no choice but to end off Apartheid.

Our land is also still stolen and exploited. All because of minerals found underground. South Africa has A LOT of gold and diamonds. Thus leading to White colonialism to increase in its numbers. There is also an amusement park that is inspired by the Gold Rush in South Africa, it’s called Gold Reef City.

+ our government is corrupt asf too!

Oh yes, the above paragraph about land excavation and government come from the influence of 8H Capricorn Uranus, PoF and Vertex.

Apart from the dark part we had. The ruler of Mars (Aries) is found in the 11H, with the Sun, Lilith and Mercury. These placements make so much sense because despite our history, many South Africans are proud of their cultures and achievements.

We still practice our traditions, speak our native languages and just our country in general!!

6H of routines and sports (I think… I forgot. It’s currently 5 am, forgive me!) is in Scorpio. As South Africans we take pride in our national sport teams. Despite the current divisions of race, we all come together as one to support our nation.

We have excellent national sport teams/athletes. Springbok Rugby team, Orlando Pirates F.C, Bafana Bafana F.C, Penny Heyens (Olympic Swimmer), Caster Semenya (Olympic Runner) and Akani Simbine (Olympic Runner). All of those mentioned, and so many more make South Africa proud!!

Every country has its cons. Well for us, it’s Gender Based Violence. We have an increase of violence towards women every hour. Due to 12H Venus/Ketu Square 6H Scorpio Pluto, Moon and Rahu.

Everyone local and worldwide are aware of this issue but no matter how many times we protest or avoid men, women are still in major danger. It is really not safe, we always have to watch our backs.

Lastly 11H, 5H and 9H having negative aspects. South Africa had thee most talented celebrities and actresses. There are major blockages when it comes to being treated positively in our music industries. There always has to be a give and take approach, mainly in sexual advances. This then leads to issues with upcoming artists or celebrities.

Luckily our 5H Libra Jupiter is Trine, 9H Aquarius Saturn. This indicates that whichever South African artistry reaches overseas will never be forgotten, it will go down in history. Like look at Lion King for example?? It was produced by South Africans, and the sound tracks are in isiZulu, a South African language. We have Tyla, blowing up worldwide. We have amapiano trending worldwide, South African womens beauty is being noticed.

Oh! Ugh. And our landscapes too! Beautiful and angelic landscapes and views! Our mountains are top tier as well as our tourist attractions, and this is an influence of Saturn trine Jupiter for South Africa’s chart. Tourist always come for holidays or they end up permanently residing in South Africa for the rest of their lives.

[thiefcatmoth]

pac: what energy should you try to connect with?

general reading. pick a pile, listening to your intuition. if nothing resonates, leave this pac behind.

pile 1

you should try turning to the light. you can hang a suncatcher in the room, put a mirror or a prism that will direct the rays of light to the place where you are resting. if you like clear weather, you can sunbathe, squinting like a cat. if you like stormy weather, pay attention to lightning - its dance is mesmerizing, and perhaps you will find in it the very sign intended for you. and if you are a supporter of urbanism rather than nature, you can choose a calming night light for yourself or hang a garland in the room to watch the blinking lights.

pile 2

communication with the earth may suit you. if you like plants, immerse yourself in caring for them, try to find that flower or tree that you enjoy caring for. if you don't really like gardening, you can take a walk in the park or forest to just touch the earth, feel it with your fingers, you can even collect a handful to take with you. collecting herbarium or dried flowers may help you relax. or maybe you can find balance while working with clay during handicrafts?

pile 3

air can help you ease emotional wounds and find self-love. if you haven't tried it yet, you should try aromatherapy. aromas can help you manage your emotions and influence your state, even inspire you. in order to always have a piece of this with you, choose an aroma pendant or make a talisman with a drop of your favorite essential oil or oil perfume. listen to the songs of the wind, let the wind touch your skin, feel the freedom and let yourself go, like a gust of air.

pile 4

it seems to me that water, especially falling water, will be your helper. waterfalls and fountains will cleanse you and give you fortitude, watching the running water is very calming. try to catch falling raindrops and plunge your whole being into the downpour. let your feelings and thoughts flow freely. and if there is no opportunity to touch the elements, you can simply take a shower - running water, shower streams, drops of water from the tap will affect you no less. exhale and allow yourself to be cleansed.

pile 5

perhaps this will seem strange to you, but try to turn to lithotherapy - and do it in the semi-darkness. you do not need light to feel the texture of stones, their weight, temperature, feel the shape and size. surrender to touch and simply explore the world. if possible, make an amulet for yourself from a stone or with some stone elements, and when you feel anxious, touch the amulet. study the stones, spot which one suits you bes, and add it to your life - in jewelry or as a talisman under your pillow.

pile 6

even if you've never liked listening to music, turn to sounds. almost everything has sound. you can hear your breathing, the heartbeat of a loved one, the ticking of a clock, the beat of drums, chants, the rustling of leaves… pay special attention to rhythmic sounds that you can follow, turning off your vision and all other senses. any sounds can help you concentrate, calm down, sense danger in advance. even if you like the most exotic sound like, you know, thunder, you can always devote at least a couple of minutes to it alone with yourself, using your headphones.

thanks for the reading!

dividers by @strangergraphics-archive, all images are not mine

[vro0m]

Okay I'm just gonna say one last thing about this and then be done with it. Some people are unhappy with things I have posted here. I have read what they have to say.

That said : I am not responsible for other people's opinions, thoughts, and actions, only my own. If you agree with me or not, if you're capable or not of making your own mind about things, including about the opinions I post on my blog, is none of my business.

I am not a teacher. I am not a pundit. I am not a journalist. I have no authority. I also have no duty to any of you. I don't even owe you an answer yet here I am.

All of you have and are entitled to your opinion of me and that too is none of my business. I'm not trying to convince you of anything when it comes to me. I am not interested because we don't know each other. If you think I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. If you disagree, then you disagree. If you think what I post makes me a bad person, then I am. That is your opinion and it is fine by me.

And if you think I somehow have influence, it is because you gave it to me. I did not ask for it. You can take it away if you want, that's up to you. As far as I'm concerned this is just a place to set down my thoughts about F1. Whether you interact with my blog is your choice. Whether you give me reach by reblogging is your choice. I'm not forcing you to read what I post. There are options to never have to perceive me again and to forget that I exist. You can unfollow and block me. If you dislike what I post, if you find that I cross a line or am offensive, it is for you to do what you need to do to not see it anymore.

I will not pander to anyone but myself because this is my space. As such, I will keep doing whatever I want on my own blog, including choosing what I want to engage with or not, and what I want to say or not. Everyone of you make your own choice about whether or not you want to keep seeing what I post. I will take responsibility for myself, you can take responsibility for yourself.

That is the last I will say on this.

[rogerbarel]

Touching on this because I haven't seen it in other Mouthwashing speculation (albeit I don't follow a whole bunch of blogs). Please be gentle with me if I misremember a detail! I've been through the game twice, but my memory isn't always good.

Spoilers for Mouthwashing below the cut. CW for misogyny and abuse. Speculation on an abuser's motivations and delusional reasoning.

I think, alongside all his misogyny, part of the reason Jimmy chooses Anya as his victim and treats her like less than a person might be because he projects his perception of himself upon her.

Jimmy really struggled on Earth (and has something, possibly a crime, that makes it difficult for him to find work). He got this job because Curly vouched for him. His fatalistic dialogue implies this idea of himself of a failure who hasn't earned anything. Yeah, he envies Curly's position, but he also veers toward trying to tear Curly down to his level rather than imply he could do Curly's job (at least pre-crash). He doesn't think he's capable until Curly is pretty much out of the picture. He's so invested in the IDEA of being captain but completely neglects what it actually means.

And maybe Jimmy sees those failures reflected in Anya. He doesn't think about the substance of what she does on the ship, not even post-crash when she's keeping Curly alive with painkillers and a dream, just her eight medical school failures. She, like him, is an example of what it means to fail again and again and again. To not earn your place. Being face-to-face with this reflection of himself (or at least what he perceives as one--I think we all know they're not so similar) just pisses Jimmy off more.

So he has to exert power over her however he can, find ways to convince himself that he's NOT her. The abuse punishes her for being a failure (in the same way he feels punished for being a failure, by always being inferior to Curly), while also providing a way to distance his self-perception from his perception of her. If he's shit, then she's not even a person. He minimizes her contributions to the crew and builds up this idea of himself in his head about how he can at least ~Take Responsibility.~ Anya is, at most, a receptacle for his own self-hatred and an extension of his desperation to save Curly, until it's impossible for Jimmy to ignore that she's more than that (albeit in a still awful way that reduces her to a womb).

Obvi not all abusers do it out of a sense of insecurity, and misogyny probably influenced why he picked her instead of Daisuke. But Jimmy's lack of self-worth is soooooo apparent from very early on in the game that I spent a lot of time wondering how much he may be projecting onto Anya, who struggles with repeated failures to reach her goals, but isn't suicidal over it until the very end.

[greatgaiusjuliuscaesar]

Gaius laughs at Kuzco’s comment, his eyes alight with amusement. “Exactly! Too many cooks spoil the broth, or in this case, too many Emperors, not enough decision-makers. Maybe I should start giving a few of these senators a little lesson in who’s in charge around here.” He grins mischievously, clearly warming up to the idea of a little power play with the Roman Senate. “I’m think you might be the perfect influence for that.”

When Kuzco’s dazzling smile flashes at him, Gaius feels a rush of admiration, his gaze flickering with intrigue. There’s something undeniably magnetic about the way Kuzco carries himself, and Gaius is already looking forward to the lessons he’ll learn from him.

As they arrive at the table, Gaius watches Kuzco take his place at the head with admiration. The man’s confidence is undeniable, and it’s clear that he’s used to being the one in charge. Gaius takes a seat where Kuzco gestures, making himself comfortable with an easy confidence. His eyes, however, flicker with a hint of curiosity as Kuzco begins to speak again. He leans forward slightly, intrigued by the question about the Roman system.

“The ‘Emperor’ of Rome is… well, it’s complicated.” Gaius admits, his voice thoughtful. “Originally, it was more like a political title than anything hereditary, but over time, it’s become about lineage and power. The first Emperor was Augustus, and after him, it was mostly about bloodlines, ensuring the right family held the throne. But…” He pauses, his tone darkening just slightly. “That’s where the issue lies. In theory, the Emperor should be both chosen by the Senate and supported by the people, but in practice... well, it’s not always so straightforward. The Senate has a lot of power, but as you know, I’ve always preferred to make decisions with the people behind me, rather than a room full of old men who are more interested in their own interests than the well-being of the empire.”

Gaius leans forward now, his eyes intense. “The people? They’re hardly ever the ones who choose. The Senate will claim to represent their interests, but what they really want is to keep their power. That’s why I’m interested in a different kind of Rome—a Rome where power is concentrated in the hands of the one who rules, not diluted by a bunch of old men squabbling over who gets to sit at the table. A Rome where the Emperor is the law, and the law serves the people, not the Senate.”

Gaius raises his eyebrows, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “I believe in absolute power—the kind you’re familiar with, where the Emperor is the final authority in everything. Does that sound like something you can get behind, Kuzco? Because that’s where I’m heading. Absolute rule. No more holding back.”

Gaius laughs at Kuzco's remark, his grin widening. “Exactly! The constant need to consult everyone for every little thing... It’s draining. How can anyone be expected to make real decisions with all those distractions?" He shakes his head, clearly frustrated by the limitations of his own position. “It’s like trying to steer a chariot with one hand tied. Ridiculous.”

As they move towards the dining room, Gaius’ gaze lingers on Kuzco, admiration still apparent in his eyes. “I’m starting to see why your people are so loyal to you. You’ve got a vision, Kuzco. You’re not just playing politics; you’re shaping the future. And that’s something I want for Rome. I WANT to do that." His eyes twinkle with ambition, already imagining what their combined power could achieve. "And I’ll be taking you up on that offer—learning the ropes from the best, huh? I'm all in. With you guiding me, I’m sure we’ll make a great team, putting Rome back on its rightful path. Those senators won’t know what hit them."

He gives Kuzco’s shoulder a playful squeeze, his fingers lingering slightly longer than necessary before he withdraws his hand. Gaius chuckles at Kuzco's playful jab, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I see you’re not just a master of empires, but of humor as well." He raises an eyebrow at the joke, clearly enjoying the banter between them. "I’ll make sure to savor every bite, then," he quips, his tone matching Kuzco's.

Gaius' voice lowers, but his eyes still sparkle with excitement for the alliance they’re building. “I’m looking forward to this lunch, but more so to the challenges ahead. I trust you’ll be the one leading me through it all. And after we’ve taken care of the politics… we’ll see just how much fun we can have with the rest of it.”

[insaneillusionist]

Rocky Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahani is an incredible movie and I recommend you all watch it, and they have the perfect usage of a sequin shirt.

[casualavocados]

You've never done that when I got close to you before. Why? None of your business. Tell me, or you can't leave.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 10

[forcedhesitation]

I'm actually rather surprised that not a single one of the boys made top three. but then again, I suppose the large number of straight men that play this game are not as visible in fan spaces as us lgbt. That is...a fortunate thing, though, I'd argue.

[devildaisies]

i need to learn a trade. going to school for art while AI simultaneously takes off in a real and heinous way is so.

[widowshill]

— Are you sure Burke wants to buy Collinwood? — Yes, he said so. I'm just afraid it's only the beginning of what he wants.