#I am so intrigued

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Playboyy The Series - Epsiode 2

[princess-aeducan]

Okay lots of thoughts about gameplay and the tone and art style yadayada CAN YOU BELIEVE THATS HOW THE GAME STARTS???? Shit is going to be CRAZY!

[pickingbelovedoffthesofa]

The folks smoking out back behind the local kink dungeon at an event. You know the ones.

[midnightmah07]

Would we have met upon a dream, or perhaps upon a distant star? Or perhaps in a world where wishes come true, where hearts aren’t burdened by the weight of unfulfilled longing?

When the brightest star in the sky begins to glow with a cold, melancholy blue, Lilia finds himself beneath its distant light. He sits alone, shrouded in the heavy silence that has settled over the world ever since the war. The echoes of battle have faded, leaving behind a void that even Malleus cannot fill. Once a figure of strength and unwavering resolve, he now moves with a quiet uncertainty, lost in the void of his own mind, wondering where she goes when she isn’t with him, wondering why she seems so far away even when she’s near... She may be miles away, but in his mind, she never truly left.

He tries to maintain his composure, fingers absently twisting through the dark red streaks in his hair, streaks that once symbolized his fiery spirit, now dulled by the weight of regret. Yet, despite his efforts to appear indifferent, his heart betrays him, still clinging to that desperate wish that everything might not yet be lost. His wish, a dream that refuses to die, that somehow, somewhere, it isn’t too late to make things right.

“Please,” he murmurs into the stillness, his voice a fragile breath in the night air, laced with the unbearable weight of heartache. “I know you can hear me.”

No request is too extreme, he tells himself, when the stars above glimmer with such familiar light, as if they, too, are waiting for a wish to be fulfilled. Yet his heart whispers another truth: Why do you keep waiting? His conscience gnaws at him, urging him to face reality, to stop clinging to a hope that might never be realized. His mind, burdened by the knowledge of all he has lost, screams for him to retreat, to turn away before the pain becomes too much to bear.

Fate is kind, he tries to believe, though the words feel hollow, a lie he tells himself to keep the darkness at bay. His heart, exposed and vulnerable, lies bare for all to see, a fragile thing that trembles at the thought of what could have been, what might still be if only he dared to hope.

He stands beneath the cold blue light, eyes fixed on that same distant star, the one that shone so brightly on the day he lost her. Her voice, soft and full of unspoken longing, echoes in his memory, as fresh as if she were standing beside him. “Is it truly so hard to love me back?” she had whispered, her words a gentle plea that still haunts him. “You can't tell I love you, because, you love someone else, right?”

He’s pulled back into that moment, the memory that refuses to fade, no matter how hard he tries to push it away.

“Now’s not the time,” he had said, his voice cold, distant, a barrier he erected to keep her from getting too close.

But, oh Lilia, he thinks now, when would the time ever be right? Would there ever have been a moment when his heart was ready to accept the love she offered so freely?

“Don’t shut me out,” she had pleaded, her hand reaching for his, warm and trembling with hope, with the desire to be let in.

“Just leave,” he had replied, his eyes fixed on the ground, unable to meet her gaze, even as his heart screamed for her to stay. “I don’t need you.” He did, and still does.

“Give me one reason to go, and I will,” she had said, her voice breaking, her fingers gripping the edges of her cloak as if it were the only thing holding her together.

“It’s dangerous here!” his heart had cried out, desperate to protect her, to keep her safe from the world he stood in, he feared would swallow them both whole.

“And I’m willing to stay,” she had answered, tears like fragile crystals slipping down her cheeks, each one a testament to her unwavering love. “Even if it means being with you in my final moments.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” he had whispered, though what he truly meant was, I didn’t ask for you to risk everything for me. “Leave.” But what he wanted, what he truly wanted, was for her to stay, to be with him, to save him from the emptiness that had become his life.

“Lilia…” his name had hung in the air between them.

A delicate thread of connection that he was too afraid to grasp, too afraid to hold on to, for fear that it might break, that it might be too fragile to survive. To survive with it on his bare hand, covered in the crimson blood of his battles.

In his frustration and fear, he had snapped, his words sharp and bitter, laced with a resentment he didn’t truly feel. “Just go! You’re useless here!” But it wasn’t her he resented—it was himself, he couldn’t bear to let her into his life, the one who feared that if he lost her, she wouldn’t miss him.

“I wish I had never met you!” he had shouted into the crushing silence, a lie so obvious that it nearly shattered him, a lie he told himself because the truth was too painful to bear.

She had stayed silent, her eyes full of hurt, her heart breaking as she stood there, waiting for him to take it all back. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And so she turned away, the pain in her eyes the last thing he saw before she disappeared into the night.

“May all your heart’s desires come true,” she had said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, her back to him as she walked away.

The further he walked away from her, the clearer it became that they were no longer on the same path, that the connection between them had been severed by his own hand.

Now, as he stands beneath the cold blue light of that distant star, he knows—his heart’s desire had never been to push her away, never been to sever that fragile thread that connected them.

When the brightest star in the sky begins to glow with that cold, melancholy blue, Lilia still sits beneath its light, waiting.

“For how long will you wait?” she asks him, her voice a whisper on the wind, a question that cuts through the silence, through the distance that has grown between them.

His hair is shorter now, the dark red streaks faded to a somber shade of pink, a testament to the passage of time, to the changes that have come and gone. He turns away from the star, his eyes meeting hers, the pain in his heart mirrored in her gaze.

“For as long as you waited for me,” he says, a bittersweet smile breaking through the lingering pain, a smile that carries with it the weight of all the words left unsaid, all the moments lost to fear and regret.

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a/n: SNEAK PEAK BC I AM COOKING FRFR

WHAT IS THIS BARBARA. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS. WHAT. TELL ME HAVE I BEEN A BAD FRIEND???? HAVE I BEEN MEAN TO YOU????? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS BEAUTIFUL YET HORRIBLE MASTERPIECE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MY HEART FROM MY CHEST AND JUMP FROM A BRIDGE. TELL ME. WHAT IS THIS.

[syltaxerror]

I am so terrified of the American and French Revolution fandom,

They are all over my dash as of currently

It is because I am studying them. more specifically- trying to answer the question “why??????????”

Current theory: they are idealists in the same vain as renaissance painters. But the difference is that they are also on the internet

Also I think most of them go to art school

[seahorsepencils]

octopolis | hampstead theatre [source]

[hazelcephalopod]

SecondWBN post ch 1 post. Suvi, I love her. She’s so… perfect wizard apprentice hubris. Believes she can rule the world and also extremely insecure that no one really respects her because she hasn’t earned it. Will cry the moment she is called out by anyone she considers an authority figure.

Is she wrong? No. Yes she’s very talented and capable, but she hasn’t been given the opportunity to prove herself! Except I don’t thinks it’s actually others she’s trying to prove herself to but herself. I am so very curious to find out how much competitiveness and pressure is pushed on students, and what else has influenced her to have such high expectations of herself? Vs just internal drive and that… that rxn to trauma that you must be in control and capable of dealing with things.

It’s is also clear she isn’t being held back from “proving herself” -in her view- out of any malice, but out of love and desire to protect her and keep her from a very dangerous world. Though I can’t help but wonder what else she is being “protected” from.?There’s so many mysteries in her past to discover. And so much to learn about what is happening at the Citadel and in the Empire, which she is most intimately intertwined with.

I’m sure we will see how authoritarian and fascist the empire might be in time, because there’s clearly at least some of that but how much is unclear. Regardless, I deeply appreciate that there’s clearly an element of genuine care and community in the Citadel. Even the empire does offer protection and present themselves as caring about the people in its actions. The number of things considered treason however is quite concerning. And the near zealous loyalty to the empire and rigorous demands on the soldiers and wizards of empire, those do not seem like it’s all good either! (I mean, also the cast! Nah. Shit is going down!)

Which is to say, I am very excited to find out more as the story unfolds.

[thatoneluckybee]

this is genuinely the strangest rabbit hole i've ever gone down i feel like I'm having a stroke (i was looking for one of those grainy glitter gifs for a joke earlier and discovered a website for glitter graphics designed forums and MySpace and)

Every minute I spent on this website is another punch to the gut

[catzgam3rz]

I’m reaching the end of the first arc of egg streams like when they keep saying the dragon is going to be showing up and the eggs are gonna go? (End of April I’m currently on April 29th of Philza’s POV)

AND ITS REALLY WEIRD BECAUSE IVE SEEN THE EGGS IN RECENT CLIPS??? BUT I DONT THINK I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPENS HERE WHICH IS INTERESTING BECAUSE I KNOW I SAW PEOPLE SAD THE EGGS WERE LEAVING SOON AT THE TIME???

[tiola]

Omg Patrick Ness teasing a Chaos Walking announcement?? In 2024????!!!! I am so sat

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

"gather evidence and every book and photo you see"

okay but what is she going to see where the hell is she going and what books is she going to be given. my first thought is cucurucho because its the one that primarily communicates in books but. why make cellbit record those? It would make sense to send him to spy on her but jaiden doesn't communicate with books she's a player. are the feds sending cellbit after cucurucho? or is it not the feds talking to him?

[sowearecleariamhere]

do you guys also get dream previews?

When I go to bed and decide, "now is eepy time", often I see these... pictures in rapid fire? Morphing into another? It usually starts with shapes/forms and textures and moves on to things I recognise but going back to shapes in transistion to more real life things? It is so hard to explain because it iterally feels like a dream but I am very aware that I am not asleep yet and can move a bit without disrupting whatever is happening

It is really bizzare and cool but I have never heard of anybody else experiencing that. But then again I never asked and maybe everyone does xD

I've come across the term hypnagogia but I'm not sure it it's that. I wonder if it's that if i can control what I see to a large degree and if it is only visual?

[shubaka]

finally watched episode 4 of 4 minutes

*SCREAMS* THAT ENDING!

[livetogether--diealone]

"they do an ultrasound of the car like with pregnant ladies" - Alex Albon 2023

[whoregaylorenzo]

okay promise me one thing, if u ever come across footage of dani and maverick interacting, talking, whatever, u send it to me IMMEDIATELY!! okay??? yes??? please.

[hoarding-stories]

That was such a great opener,

what do you mean Phineas is going to fall???