#PLS INTERACT CHAT

[sur-i-ki]

Love You Anyways

(ok, writing is a little different here, cuz im trying smth new. also ik how to write to an extent, these notes js help relieve some of that burden i put on myself lmfao)

16/20

He was so sure he was going to win. The world tilted on its axis. He was so sure.

The ground surged up to cradle him in her arms. He can feel your thundering footsteps as you near him, your body casting a shadow on his as you approach.

"You idiot!"

And what a sight for sore eyes. Sword gleaming like a shard of moonlight as you sheath it with practiced ease. Face covered in dirt, skin pale, but glowing with power regardless. Your eyes blazing with fury as they look upon him. And something else flickers in them. Something he shouldn't name. Something dangerous for the both of you.

He takes in a shuddering breath as the crowd roars in anticipation.

"Careful, rival of mine, or one might think you care for me." He coughs out. Space. You both need space.

Your skin is flushed, chest heaving with the aftermath of the fight. A fight between two prisoners. You bite your lip as you kneel by him. He wants to kiss it. God, was his side always that sore?

"Shut up." You seethe, finally reaching him, calloused hands paradoxically gentle with care, even as the harshness of your words tear into him, "You could've easily blocked that! Where do you get off humiliating me like this?" And he knows, gods, he knows it's the pain speaking, but it hurts him regardless.

Last night rings through his body, a once-unstoppable war machine now ravaged with the aftershocks of brutal punishment. His body is now a map of bruises and cuts, the consequence of denying to fight you. He can't hide his wince as you accidentally press against a wound. Horrified understanding flashes across your face, your urgency matching his own as you lock eyes. Eyes that could ruin him. Have ruined him.

Space. He needs space. He needs time.

"That's not how you use that expression, love." Not for someone you want to kill. " His voice is loud, volume calculated. Your face pinches with annoyance, but he can see the undercurrent of concern, "It was either you or me." this was for comfort, pure vulnerability that comes with weeks of imprisonment.

The confession comes out as a whisper. Fury ignites through your bones. He feels it. That's what you are- a firestorm temptress that lays waste to her surroundings.

You've always been possessive. He hopes it survived the brainwashing you've gone through.

"You're safe now, rival of mine. Give 'em hell." The world darkens at the edges of his vision as you nod with steely duty, standing tall, a blazing light against the encroaching darkness.

He smirks, even as his body aches. You're going to ruin them. Then you're going to come for him. He pushes himself to the edge of the arena, as you lift off the ground, planning his escape. The cold, unforgiving walls of the arena loom over him.

Who knows what you'll do when you realize your greatest enemy loves you? Not that was always the case. Your ruthlessness would never let you ignore that, would it? He would know. He's seen it. Never against him, but he's seen it regardless.

He needs time. Enough time for you to remember the truth. The past rushes through his veins—moments of you fighting with him, not against him. Of midnight bickering over the leftovers, of laughter.

He tilts his head back against the blood-soaked walls. At least, you never were the brains of the team. He can use that.

"See you soon, love."

He disappears from his prison. You slaughter your way out of yours.

But as you watch him slip away from the corner of your eye, a horrifying urge rises within you to follow. An urge to protect, to demand answers. Why his face haunts you, twisted in ways you don't know, don't understand. Why, when you think of him when exhausted, it's with safety and care, and something you don't want to name, rather than the hate you should feel.

In due time, you will kill him. That is fact.

And with that thought, you turn back. Back against the grotesque faces of your former prisoners.

But he was never theirs to torture. You will exact the price from them. After all, no one touches what's yours.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[alchemicaladarna]

I haven't seen anybody talk about it yet, so I just want to say that Bad helping Water munch level up was literally the sweetest thing ever. Like, I think her first impression of Bad was of him attempting to kill Zam, which isn't the best first impression you could have of someone lmao. But even so, he wasn't terrified of Bad when he visited the orange base later, which is nice.

I also found their conversation about death so interesting because I think Water is one of the few people that kind of understands Bad, ironically enough, despite being so new to the server. She knows he's dangerous, but he also helped her level up a ton today. And in doing so, made a new friend and strengthened Orange's alliance with Green.

Also, he was so sweet with Chip too!! I had a smile on my face the entire time. Literal serotonin boost omg. I really hope Water munch can log on the server again soon, and also hopefully at relatively the same time Bad is on so they can hang out more. Like aaaaa it was just such a nice time, especially considering Bad's current villainous reputation lmao.

[cherrirui-official]

Old Friendlocke dw au doodles ahaha

Abilities + Twisted designs below @saltydkart-reblogs

[parfaitmew]

If you're down with me drawing your Obey Me! MC / OC could you interact with this post?

I wanna draw them but i'm dealing with anxieties of sending asks ; u ;

Also this is just for the 18+ peoples, thank u♡

[seelestia]

got accepted into dream uni!!! ૮ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა

[embcrspark]

❝ the mirror image ❞ : starter for @killquest. 

“You’re  enjoying  this  way  too  much.” Stiles  watched  Boy’s  hands  move—sharp,  precise  gestures  that  spilled  words  between  them  without  a  sound.  With  a  disapproving  huff,  he  wiped  sweat  from  his  brow  and  narrowed  his  eyes  at  Boy  through  the  dim  emergency  lighting.  Though  slightly  obscured  by  the  shadows cast by the flickering light,  Boy’s  face  remained  as  expressive  as  ever,  ensuring  that  Stiles  felt  every  ounce  of  disapproval  laced  into  his  silence.  He’d  never  heard  anyone  be  so  loud  without  making  a  sound.

The  bodies  left  in  their  wake  weren’t  even  cold  yet,  but  adrenaline  still  thrummed  beneath  Stiles’  skin—like  something  alive.

Admittedly,  things  had  gotten  a  little  out  of  hand. 

They  weren’t  supposed  to  spill  any  blood  today.  But  at  some  point,  the  scale  had  tipped,  and  the  mission  had  gone  south.  Stiles  had  felt  provoked,  and  without  much  hesitation,  he’d  given  in  to  the  itch  beneath  his  skin—quick  to  ignite  at  a  wrong  word  or  a  wry  look.  He  supposed  part  of  why  he  struck  so  quickly  was  knowing  Boy  would  have  his  back—however  reluctantly.  Today  had  been  no  different.  When  Stiles  had  let  himself  get  backed  into  a  corner  and  things  turned  dicey,  Boy  had  been  there—reliable  as  ever.  Together  they’d  adapted.  As  always,  Stiles  had  thrived  in  the  chaos.  And  as  always,  Boy  had  frowned  upon  it.

“This  was  supposed  to  be  clean.  In,  out,  no  trail,”  Boy  signed,  his  movements  tracked  by  Stiles’  watchful  eyes.  Each  word  dug  itself  right  under  his  skin.  “You  just  had  to  go  overboard.” Stiles  drew  in  a  breath,  nostrils  flaring.  The  sharp  stench  of  blood  overwhelmed  his  senses,  slick  and  slowly  cooling  where  it  pooled  beneath  his  feet.  They’d  had  this  conversation  a  million  times  before,  and  it  always  went  the  same  way.  Like  actors  stuck  in  a  play  doomed  to  repeat  the  same  script.  It  was  such  a  non-issue  that  discussing  it  felt  increasingly  ridiculous. 

“I  don’t  know  how  many  more  times  you  want  me  to  say  this,”  He  ground  out,  tensions  rising.  “You  don’t  see  me  judging  you  for  your  methods,  or  do  you?” 

Except  there  was  hardly  anything  to  judge  about  Boy’s  methods.  He  was  quick,  efficient,  and  straight  to  the  point.  And  Stiles  had  never  gotten  the  sense  that  he  took  any  pleasure  in  what  they  did.  All  the  blood  that  they’d  spilled  was  merely  means  to  an  end  to  him.  Something  born  out  of  necessity.  Must  be  nice  to  be  so  in  control.  For  Stiles,  it  had  never  been  like  that.  Every  time  his  slender  fingers  curled  around  the  handle  of  his  trusted  knife,  something  took  over—not  exactly  enjoyment  but  a  certain  rush,  a  thrill,  something  almost  exhilarating  at  times. 

“You  think  you’re  so  much  better  than  me  because  you  have  a  reason?”  He  scoffed,  lifting  his  knife  and  pointing  the  blood-crusted  tip  at  Boy  like  it  was  a  natural  extension  of  his  finger.  “Well,  newsflash:  Your  reasons  don’t  make  you  noble.  At  the  end  of  the  day,  your  hands  are  covered  in  blood  just  the  same  as  mine.” 

They  had  the  same  pieces  inside  them,  just  arranged  differently.  And  he  was  tired  of  Boy  pretending  that  they  didn’t.  Like  he  was  somehow  above  Stiles.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 4 "sleepless" thoughts

i thought this episode sounded interesting! the plot was kinda: wasn't it fucked up when the vietnam war happened? and i was sitting here like, yeah, quite famously it was pretty fucked up. still, an interesting exploration into trauma and the american role of imperialism

the first thing i wrote was "a lot of people in this show fall asleep watching the tv but personally i have never done that". am i immune to the Curse or something?

so this guy who is a sleep doctor sees a fire and he calls the fire department right away, and everyone is evacuating, and we see a dude in the hallway with a suspicious smile and an even more suspicious scar across his neck. i am used to the episode structure by now, so i knew this was our mystery man of the week.

but the firemen get to the burning fellow's house and there is no fire! despite it looking so real to him that he actually burned to death... it's not there! well huh! must be our mystery man can psychically project fire

cutscene to mulder's place and it again looks like an entirely new set for his apartment. again, i ask, i'm not crazy, right?? can someone else confirm that this is an entirely different space than what we saw before?

(i hope we don't see scully in a new space as well- i thought her apartment was so cute in s1)

he gets a newspaper and a tape of the call dropped off at his door so he runs to skinner and begs with his big sad wet eyes to please let him take the case. and skinner is like maybe. but go transcribe a bunch of wiretaps first. so THAT is why he's always listening to weird stuff!

BUT WAIT! who enters our fair scene...? but a NEW CHARACTER? he is a guy who looks like he crawled out of a frat house where he majored in lacrosse and business... he introduces himself as alex and says that this is HIS case... mulder is PISSED he's all "i work alone >:(" but he can't shake the dude off... hmm.

(i recall seeing a post about people slash shipping mulder with a character in s2- i saw this post way before i started watching the show, so i only noted it in my passing interest of fandom history- and i'm wondering if this is the fellow they were referring to. in the same post i saw mulder in a speedo which i guess we'll get to in time)

scully's back at the academy!!! teaching another autopsy class! boy they must have a steady stream of bodies coming in for this. but an urgent call is coming from a "george hale" and she leaves class to go answer...

and it's mulder!!!!! he has a code name!!! he asks her to fly up to new york and do an autopsy and she's like "i'm in class til 4:30" and he's like "that's fine, we'll wrap it up for you and you can come up at 5!" and she sighs and. agrees.

now. again. this was shocking to me. mulder cannot have anyone else draw his blood or do an autopsy it HAS to be his friend scully. and she WILL get on a flight and do it. this is SICK and TWISTED how she will do anything for him.

mulder was being a real jerk to alex and alex said "i don't appreciate being ditched like a bad date" and to my shock and dismay i found myself agreeing with this new character... mulder WAS being unreasonable... i mean we knew he's been moody lately but this was downright hostile

(mulder walks in while scully puts an organ into a scale) "spleen or pancreas?" "stomach" <- LMAO his ass did NOT pass anatomy!

and they're all so smiley and happy to see each other when. scully sees this man behind him. and her smile fades SO fast.

(he tries to shake her hand but given that her hands are covered in stomach she wisely brushes him by. it may have seemed like a diss but i assume he doesn't want gore on his hands)

alex is GAGGING over the body (me too) so mulder gets realllllll close to scully to block out his amateur hour buffoonery...

(y'all need to not be that close and looking at each other in such a manner in front of a dead guy... or do it more for my sake)

she's whispering that it seems his body believed he burned to death despite there being no burns on him!

we see another guy with a same scar on his neck as the first!!! he knows the first guy and it seems initially that their reunion is wholesome... until preacher (scar man one) admits to killing the sleep doctor... and then things get... wild

"holy fuck", i mumbled to myself while also writing down the same phrase in my notes, as a blood soaked family appeared in the room, shooting the character we just met for his crimes. that escalated with an extreme quickness. it was clear that whatever traumas he had inflicted upon others in vietnam were being returned in equal measure via the psychic force of this preacher character

then we go back to mulder and alex, who i thought was handling mulder's hater energy quite well, all things considered. but little did i know what was to come...

so sleep doctor, the guy who just died, and preacher all knew each other... interesting... they were stationed at basic training together...

we get a visual on mulder's new source after deep throat's passing! he says he has no desire to be there, and that their mutual friend deep throat died for what he believed in, which he does not want to do. which is of course totally fair. at the end of the day the FBI is just a paycheck for some of these folks.

the sleep doctor was revealed to be doing experiments to make super advanced soldiers who don't need sleep so maybe that gives you the power to kill people magically. we can't really rule it out.

preacher then makes two cops kill EACH OTHER with his sorcery

back to scully cam <3 she's got her glasses on at the computer <3 she's got little yellow earrings in that look like flowers <3 and she thinks its so cool that they cut part of this guy's brain out and now he hasn't slept in 24 years... nerd

they're on the phone with each other and it is SO SAD because why. why can't they just be together! it's not fair. she says it sounds like his new partner is working out and he's like yeah he's okay...

"must be nice to not have someone poking holes in all your theories" "yeah, no idea how i put up with you for so long" and they're smiling into the phone while saying this

now, i won't lie. this scene, of all the scenes, was the first to bring tears to my eyes in the course of my streaming this show. because now we have seen what they'll do for each other and they're TAUNTING me by dangling it in front of my face. and i cannot stand it. i feel sick at the thought.

anyway back to mulder and his new partner. who i feel is too good to be true because he's willing to believe spooky mulder's theories. but they found another guy who also had the sleep surgery and he tells them that they went on a rampage committing atrocities in vietnam which was. very heavy for the alien show. but it is something that americans often pretend just didn't happen so i thought it was interesting that the idea of accountability was being explored in fiction.

so there's one more guy involved with the sleep surgery, and he's coming into town, so alex and mulder have to sprint down to the station and try and find him. they're really giving it a sprint, too. mulder is a track star. don't think i've forgotten

and mulder does see the guy they're looking for but preacher is behind him and shoots mulder! he falls to the ground! no, i yelled to my screen! not another bullet in mulder!

... but he gets up. the whole thing was a trick of preacher! it never actually happened!

alex is like dude wtf. and this is where he says "i want to believe" and this where i made the very astute note "i don't trust this guy, sorry"

so finally they find preacher still alive, and mulder tells alex to help out his victim, while mulder runs off to find him. mulder sees how much pain he is in, and tells him that maybe his pain can lessen if he testifies about what was done to him, and it seems they've come to an understanding...

until alex enters, pulls his gun up, so preacher also pulls his gun up, and alex and shoots him! preacher is dead

mulder looks deeply upset by this. he tells alex that he did the right thing, but you can tell he doesn't believe it in the slightest. i would venture to guess that this is when all the trust he had begun to place in alex vanishes. he seems entirely deflated at the unnecessary loss of life.

he goes back to the car and notices someone stole the secret files that his informant gave him, and he punches the car. this is simply too many L's for one day, and i sympathize.

but scully's freaking out too, because her office was broken into and all her stuff looked through! so what in the name of hell is going on here?!?!? ah, i realize, it is this alex fool... "i know ur related somehow" i wrote ominously in my quotes

and boy, i was right! the narrative the writers were going for was not lost on me! because remember skinner's old sidekick the cigarette guy? and how they had a sort of breakup moment? well, alex is reporting to him, and they have the file he stole from mulder!!!!!

alex says that scully is a "big problem" to which i say: keep talking like that, you overgrown varsity jock, and you're gonna have a big problem with my fucking hands catching your throat

anyway, interesting episode. i didn't want to like alex and then i did because i felt bad for him for being subjected to mulder's attitude and then i hated his guts by the end and reluctantly admitted to myself that mulder's crankiness was justified. i hope he won't stick around for long but i have a feeling he will.

also, they need to stop taunting me by dangling a real mulder and scully reunion in front of my head and then ripping it away. i had TEARS! in my eyeballs! i was sighing wistfully! it was sick!!!!!! this is my free time i'm spending here pining after these fools! it's me, the fan, asking for fan service!!!

[thecreationstation-pluraledition]

If you tag a post no syscourse, it shows up in searches for syscourse. You've been all over the syscourse tag for weeks

Dude what /gen

Guys what do we even do then- we are literally avoiding syscourse cuz that shit is so hypocritical and ass-

chat what tf do we do-

if you have any advice please like- send another anon message- you or ANYONE PLEASE-

- Daisuke ; 🌺🔆

NO SYSCOURSE.

(since i cant fucking tag it now.)

[racc00ning]

everytime I have to use pluralpedia, an angel looses its wings

[wein-bitte]

🧼 :  [Holding up hand-made explosives] You don't know me. You think these make me look gay? 

Gaz🧢 : You look like you might have seen one up close.

[mikashisus]

sapphics how would we feel about a clorinde smau….

i dont write about women much, which is funny considering the fact that im a lesbian 😭 anyw i think it’s time i write smth for my fellow sapphics 🫶

[enluv]

enluv announcement!

— please read as this is an important message for my moots & readers <3 (posted: august 24th, 2023)

As many of you know I am a college student, and currently I am still on summer break, however I do have to return back to school as the academic year is starting for me in about four days. I leave back to school in about two, and if you didn’t know, I go to school out of the state I live in! Meaning I only have the next two days to spend with my family/friends before I leave, that being said I am here to tell you all that I will be going on a hiatus, it won’t be a traditional hiatus where I stop posting all together but for the time being I will cease posts/updates for fics until I am situated enough at school to come back and post! At school I am part of a lot of groups/research/etc. and those will be my top priority. I will try to figure out a time to write and be here as best as I can but also, I can’t promise anything. I will however still be logged into this account and my side @/haisuken, so if you see me posting that’s why and thus what I mean by not traditional hiatus! For my moots, my replies may get shorter and I may take longer to reply, this isn’t because I am ignoring you, simply because I am busy with school! I thank you for your understanding and I’ll see you all again <3

— tagging some moots! - @bobariki @blue-jisungs @csmicvrse @hoonvrs @invuwrld @malarign @nhularin @ningtual @odxrilove @stealanity @yerimse @boydepartment @i-luvsang (if I didn’t tag you pls don’t be alarmed, this is mainly for moots I interact with on discord/messages!)

P.S: IF ANY MOOTS WANT MY DISC TO KEEP IN TOUCH YOU CAN DM/SEND ME AN ASK!!

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Just a small update! I'm taking 18 college credits, working 2 part-time jobs and trying to maintain some resemblance of a social life. But! I do still want to hit that October 12th update for Gibbous as my bday gift to me. Problem is, the chapter is like two percent finished so the odds aren't in my favor, and I won't put it out unless I'm satisfied with it.

But I did want to let the few people interested in that fic know that it's not abandoned yet. There's a small part of me who is invested in trying to hammer it out before the SaSi finale releases just so I can have a funny "We got the final chapter to Gibbous fic before SaSi finale" GTA ripoff meme moment lmao

[deobis]

rock and roll choreo,,,, i am on my knees

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

Hello Miss LYLA. I hope you're doing good today.

I missed you. That is all.

hello dearest anon, i am doing decently well today, thank you for coming in! ive just been incredibly busy with some backlogged assignments regarding some high level threats. i promise to come back time to time! in the meanwhile, dont be shy to send asks as i will eventually see them <3

[axe-man]

me, looking at my dash and seeing all the lovely moots that i haven’t interacted with yet cause i’m ✨too nervous✨