#I really wanna use these

[whogirl2011]

DISA love confession and DiSA final battle please

So the love confession one you might've read before? but i've also changed a few words here and there to fit better? i'm still trying to work out the kinks in it honestly. The scene was going to be where they had just returned from a date out with Dwight wearing medieval clothing he made himself (with the help of Nana and Juliet--who helped with costume designs from time to time on school plays). It was kind of an even trade-off since Gretta had worn present-day clothing on a date of theirs earlier. Dwight and Gretta are together at this point, but he's still struggling with trying to find that perfect moment to tell Gretta that he's truly in love with her.

"I thought you'd like my attempt at being a bit more medieval."  

“I do. Though It’s led me to wonder how you would have fared back in my time.”  

“I don’t know. I mean, if you can handle being here in mine, maybe, I would’ve made out okay in yours.”   

“Well, we didn’t have much in the way of luxuries back then that you have here. There were no beckoning devices, making of selfmes, dates at bowling alleys, or the YouTube for entertainment."  She snickered fondly, plopping herself down next to him.

“I’m sure with some help from you and the others I would’ve… adjusted.” Behind his smile, a hint of sadness appeared in his deep brown eyes. “But I guess there are some things we’ll just never know.” A dull ache threatened to form in his chest. It always happened when he thought of the scrying pool. That small circle of water was the only force powerful enough to tear him and Gretta asunder. He never wanted to admit that what hurt the most was after fate had brought them together--that after everything, he was being told he had to stay behind; He didn’t belong where she was going.

“It doesn’t matter now anyway.” He spoke softly as if to reassure himself. “You’re here now.”   

“It matters to me.” She said, placing her hand in his. “You were willing to follow us through a scrying pool."

“Yeah, I–I was.” "You were willing to leave behind everything you knew. Your home, your friends, your family, for us." His grip on her hand tightened. "And when you found you could not follow, you chose to remember us, in spite of knowing it would've been easier to forget." "Call it a negative side effect I was willing to take."

She hadn’t asked the question, but he could see it plain as day on her face, the same sadness she’d attempted to stow away at the carnival. Sage eyes, deep with wonder and tears, begging to pool at the edges. Why choose that over a normal life? 

He didn’t know if he could ever express how much she truly meant to him--how much she had irrevocably changed his life. When Gretta and the rest of her family disappeared through the scrying pool, the world had forgotten about them ever being there and continued around him. He was surrounded by other classmates and friends, but none of them could’ve ever replaced the princess. All he found as he made his way through school hallways and classrooms was a loneliness he'd never known to exist--until he’d lost his best friend.

The awful, bitter taste of finality hung in the air and lingered on his tongue. There was no more time for them to go on any more crazy adventures together. There were no more possibilities for his romantic hopes, for them to share a first kiss, or for him to tell her the three words he should've said sooner. After feeling that loss, that heartbreak, that ache… he never wanted to go through that again--not when by some miracle, fate, or both, she was brought back to him. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but how could anyone possibly understand what a distance of a thousand years could do? 

"The only reason I needed was you." Interlacing their hands, he started to caress hers with his thumb.

"Every time we've had to face your enemies, every adventure we've been on, every decision I've had to make, whether it was involving some crazy plan, waking you up, or what memories to keep, I chose you." Leaning forward, he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead gently against hers. "I'm always going to choose you, Gretta." His heart quickened at the next three words to escape his lips. "I love you."

As for the final battle scenes, it's more of ideas on where i want the story to go. There's a proper fight with Sir Aldred near the immortal flame I had planned, but there's also a whole rescue part I had planned for Gretta thanks to Ragana. I might put both in depending on how i want the story to go as I'm starting to like both honestly...

Sir Aldred fight snippet: Suddenly, Dwight felt his feet leave the ground. For a brief moment, he was flying But the sensation was quickly replaced by a sickening thud as he slammed into something, hard. Pain shot through his body as he landed, knocking the wind out of him. He was sure If he hadn't broken any ribs, they were most likely bruised.

"Dwight!" Gretta yelled.

She watched Dwight as he groaned and sat up. Her eyes widened with his and he looked frantically around him, realizing he didn't have the bottle of water in his hand anymore.

"Looking for this?" Sir Aldred asked, twisting the cap open. "Thanks for the water, I was rather parched." He chugged the water down in a few gulps. "You know, you've really become a real pain in my side," he said, crushing the bottle in his hand and throwing it somewhere behind him.

"The feeling is mutual, dude." Dwight said, holding his side, standing up.

Gretta angrily drew her sword. Sir Aldred parried her incoming attack, knocking her sword from her hands. He aimed his sword squarely at Gretta as he walked over and kicked her sword across the room.

Ragana snippet:

"Release the Princess at once!" demanded Chlodwig.

"With pleasure!" The sword came down onto the strong vines, slicing through the only thing keeping Gretta suspended above the wide well-turned-drowning pit. A shrill shriek escaped her as she fell, only giving her enough time to inhale one deep breath before she broke through the water below.

"Gretta!" Dwight yelled, jumping up onto the stones, almost losing his balance. "Whoooaaa." He looked down into the well, only seeing darkness. He didn't know where the water level was or how deep. The only thing he did know is he was going wherever she did.

"Get them!" Ragana shouted, coughing with her aching lungs. There was a fierce yell heard in the distance. A band of ten men with angry, purple, glowing eyes and varying builds were headed in their direction.

"What are you waiting for?!" shouted Chlodwig to Dwight.

"I can't see anything down there!" he shouted back. If there was even a slim chance of saving her, he would have to find her first. He swung his backpack around to his front on one shoulder and pulled out a flare and his flashlight. One of the men was heading towards Dwight at the edge. Chlodwig clashed against the man's sword with his own. He nodded to Dwight, watching him set the flare alight. Dwight looked away from the blaze before dropping it into the darkness. It lit the way, traveling down down down.

"Save your princess champion boy! We shall handle these nemici Ahaha!" Jacopo shouted over his shoulder, throwing daggers, and sticking two of the men to a wall.

Dwight took a few deep breaths and jumped, his body meeting water seconds later. The water was murky and dark, he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. He turned on the flashlight, seeing algae clinging to some of the walls in front of him. Looking down, he quickly found Gretta. When he reached her, her eyes were looking past him, wide with panic. He followed her eyes and wish he hadn't. There were bones, a lot of bones. The only evidence of the bones ever being people were the few skeletons still in armor sitting against the walls. A maniacal bony grin was permanently on their faces, welcoming all who fell into the drowning pit to join them. A few bubbles floated past him, seeing Gretta struggling.

Dwight did the only thing he could, he pulled her to him, securing his lips over hers and gave her air from his own lungs. He pushed his feet from the bone covered floor to reach back up to the surface. It was probably double the depth of the deep end of a community pool. Reaching the surface he gasped for air, chest burning from the lack of oxygen. One deep breath, two deep breaths, three... and he was swimming back down towards Gretta, hoping those breaths would be enough to get back to her in time.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[forgettable-au]

CHAPTER TWO | The Scientific Method

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 73-77)

* His brother is annoying.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[apas-95]

I don't support the notion of killing you! I just support the right of this knife to exist - like, inside of you. I'm fairly sure we can work out an equitable agreement on which organs, limbs, etc, I can have for myself, and which ones you can have.

Oh, now this is rich - after all that talk on 'human dignity' and 'medical attention', here you are, trying to violently take my blade from me. In one fell swoop, you intend both to take up a cruel, offensive weapon; and also deprive me of my self-defense and right to existence! Negotiations are over!

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[wasyago]

welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh boy 2AM !!!!!!

[lady-raziel]

because there is nothing to lose the people saying biden should resign now so kamala can still be the first female president are absolutely right but why stop there? inauguration day is 70 days away let's make "president for a day" a real thing. say "fuck it we ARE going to do the arbitrary quota DEI bullshit you accuse us of" and speedrun first [category] presidents. revolving door type thing.

first female president. first openly gay president. first transgender president. first president who has been to space. first president gamer president. first mime president. just play president bingo and hit as many categories as possible while we still can. make all of trump's #47 merch unusable by forcing him to be the 115th president instead. who cares anymore let's peacefully transition power but do it in the most chaotic hot-potato way possible

[vault81]

I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!

PSD below cut!

Compressed Version!

[puppyeared]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[contagious-watermelon]

Why do I keep seeing transmascs and trans men insisting or implying that all trans men are "female socialized," or "understand the female experience," or "navigated the world as a woman." Because yeah, sure, that can be true for some people. especially if you weren't gnc at all as a kid and didn't crack your egg until well into adulthood, it makes sense.

But they don't stop at saying they had that experience. It always comes with an addendum that trans men, as a group, all can relate to this experience. I don't know about the entirety of my demographic, but I never got even a little bit of what some of them talk about. I didn't even believe that women were scared of going out at night until I kept consistently seeing them say it, online or wherever, for years. I never realized catcalling was a thing until I saw some women complaining about it on reddit.

But they posit it as some sort of, you're safer than cis men, right? You know what it's like? Which, on top of being patently, demonstrably false in the case of myself and many other trans men, holds some unpleasant and often outright hostile implications about trans women. And they always deny it, but if you can't even conceptualize someone like me who grew up gnc, and never got the bulk (or any?) of whatever we consider to be 'female socialization,' what does that say about what you think trans girls went through, growing up? I don't want to speak for them, as I've never experienced that firsthand, but I can guarantee that (if you're even a little bit obviously trans) people don't treat you like a cis kid of the opposite gender. By and large, they don't get treated like cis boys.

It just makes me mad that we're taking this inaccurate framework that (ever so conveniently) puts trans people into the box of our assumed birth gender, and trying to fancy it up and use it with a faux-progressive veneer; never mind the way that transphobes use it to bar trans women from being athletes, or using the bathroom, or having access to any gendered resources they need. It would be bad enough to try and dust it off and use it even if it were largely accurate, due to the aforementioned connections to outright transphobia, but it literally is patently false. Not in all cases, obviously, but why are we trying to revamp this untrue, inaccurate generalization and pretend that we can make it 'trans-inclusive?'

[herewithinthevoid]

[soaptaculart]

Um I like Dungeon Meshi. Btw