#I have made it a decree

[lilypixels]

Which mutuals ocs would get along with your ocs? Which wouldn't? (Please Pass along the question)

Ok so I’m gonna try my best here, pls bear with me as I try to keep this short🥲

1. First off, there’s our ocs which we’ve discussed before~ I think Archer and Jab could get along to a certain extent and share some stories of like their creation and first impressions of humans the like. Ummm maybe I should leave it at that before this becomes an essay

2. I think Alika by @simarcana might get along well with Victor and possibly even Silas, also Noah and Morgyn could possibly get along 🤔 I think they all share some similar energies

3. Taryn by @lazysunjade and Archee could get along possibly but it’s also possible it could be a mistake to put them together shdbd but I do think they could share some similar stories and have emo hours

4. I think Rei by @rollingsim and Annalise could get along, I feel like they both have a bit of good girl bad girl thing going?? Also feel like they would just rant about guys idk

5. It’s probably a huge mistake to put these two together but I think Izar by @crow-simblr and Archer would get along swimmingly and probably destroy a city

There’s for sure more and many others ocs who could get along with mine but I’ll stop there Ajdjd

[godhurts]

Guys guess who just bought a strap and been running around the house yelling "I HAVE A DICK" taking ugly ass dick pics and laughing maniacally the whole morning???

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

[doodlebloo]

When you're just chilling and then like a wave of ice cold seawater dwarfing you entirely you think "Oh fuck, L'Manberg."

[bucket-puns]

Love you, dislyte. I actually loathe dislyte but y'know whatever.

[khaotunq]

Things I spend way too much time on: figuring out floor plans of fictional character's living spaces.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

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[silvesi]

Dralsin is not immune to the horrors of me trying to decide on colours, no matter how nice his tits are. Suffer my overlay layers, boy.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[actingwithportals]

I wish there was more space given for fat people to talk about their own personal experiences of struggling with body dysmorphia without fearing the body positivity community is gonna vilify them for it

[xxmothangelxx]

I was gonna make this a Shady Rambles Dislyte but I'm too tired to say anything of note lol

I really miss when Dislyte stories were like... peak, say what you want about the original story mode, but at least the event stories were really good! Stories like Truth Unveiled, Dusk and Dawn, Dream of Redemption, Sea of Sorrow... even the simpler ones like Desperado were really good! Emotional and well written stories that actually seemed like they had some effort and care put into them.

I guess I can't talk because I missed most of them, but I've been rereading the events I missed (specifically everything after Valeria's) and tbh aside from Hilda's story none of it is clicking for me rn :/ it all feels like it's lost some sort of spark that made me love the previous event stories so much

And based on the bs they just pulled with the retconned story mode, AND the steaming pile of mid that was Cellblock Chaos, they better come in hot with the next event story because rn I'm regretting my decision to return to this game

[pochapal]

battler's just a hater because he never experienced the unique emotion of Being Fourteen and relying on supernatural powers to survive.

[you-are-a-saucy-boi]

most life-changing thing i heard yesterday was 'g-d's not gonna do the dishes'. the purpose of believing in g-d isn't to believe that g-d will fix my life for me, but she'll sit with me while i do it. and she'll sit with me if i don't. the purpose of believing in g-d is to know that i'm not doing the dishes on my own

[khaotunq]

Esme @itsallaboutbl tagged me!

10 BL Characters That I Want "Carnally"

What I'm gonna preface this with is I have no carnal desires for anyone, let alone any of these darling little freaks. My relationship with sex isn't complicated, it just doesn't really occur to me. That being said, based purely on physical/characteristic appeal and my own biases.

1. I would let Ray (Only Friends) ruin my life for a little while. It'd be fun and we'd do drive-thru rehab on the way. It'll be grand.

2. Also Ayan (Eclipse) and this is very apparent that I just have a thing about Khaotung. Who'd'a thunk't, with a username like mine.

3. Alan (Moonlight Chicken). Stable jobs and fruity shirts are tremendously sexy to me. He's also the only one on this list other than perhaps #5 that I would ever concievably trust in a room alone with my stuff, so he should probably actually be #1.

4. Will burn a building down with Sean (Not Me). Will burn anything down with him, honestly. For him.

5. Ink (Bad Buddy) I don't care that she's not a BL boy. She can do whatever she wants, forever.

6. Vegas (KinnPorsche). Don't ask, shan't explain.

i don't have a gif for vegas and i'm too lazy to go throw one together bc i don't have a kpts download so imagine him being a freak here.

7. Neo (3 Will Be Free). Idk I just appreciate a giant man that could probably carry me around without breaking a sweat. Also his tiny t-shirts delight me.

8. Prapai (Love in the Air). He's got money, he's pretty, and he simps hard. I'm not a very complex person.

9. Inspector M (Manner of Death). I'm out of ideas and he's pretty. He's a cop but we all have our flaws, I spose.

10. I'm going to put Sand (Only Friends) here purely because I'm fucking struggling but I have dated/fucked/worked with way too many fucking hippies musicians to ever actually consider him.

I did this off the top of my head so I'm sure I'll reread this in an hour and think SHOULD'VE SAID I'D PEG THE FUCK OUT OF YOK but we live and we learn, such is life and all that.

Bonus Yok gif because I didn't do a Vegas one, and I made myself laugh there.

Not tagging anyone because I absolutely did not do this the way I was supposed to :3 but if anyone wants to, pls feel free to say I tagged ya ♥

Ok I'm tagging @mushiemadarame bc it occurs to me that this is the kind of nonsense she'd love

[stellar-skyy]

in my 'no one appreciates them like i do' era with kujou sara