#almost nearly perfect

[papermer1ngue]

To think of a dream, you must imagine!

Also, HEY! I’m back!

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@almost-nearly-perfect replied...

is it nice dirt??

( I WOULDN'T MAKE A CAKE WITH IT BUT IT'D BE FINE FOR SEEDING. PLENTY OF DECOMPOSING MATTER AND ALL THAT. )

[the-haunted-office]

Either this prank is getting more elaborate or there is something Cyrus is missing here. While he's waiting for the response from who he, until now, thinks has been Bradley, he opens a text message from under Bradley's contact and sends one to that number.

Seconds later the response from possibly-not-Bradley comes through.

...Definitely getting more elaborate.

You've sent me a picture of a toy model and I'm not certain what you are trying to accomplish there. Outside of that I know we've been in these offices for a long time, but I somehow doubt it's been a few millions years. My species has never lived as long as that, and I certainly have never heard of a human living for that long. Ever the drama queen, aren't you, Babygirl?

Now to wait for both responses.

Wrong number!

(You can pick whichever of my muses you want to interact with!)

@parables-for-days

(for cyrus! i think they’d have a fun dynamic)

bulkbutt…. bulkbabe…. PLZ…. i will PERISH if you dont. do you want me to PERISH???

[kyurochurro]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! here's a cozy lil drawing of Rosalina and he Lumas for the Christmas season :D 🎄💫

[plushie-lovey]

FINALLY!! At long last, I've gotten my hands on a Pumpkin Kitty, after a whole year of wanting and waiting.

Her name is Latte! (Short for Miss Pumpkin Spice Latte) You can also call her Miss Spice!

[hartxstarr-art]

oh, another twin...

[youphoriaot7]

That night, when Roier gets back to the castle, the bed is empty. No one is there. No one has been there all day, either—the castle is just as empty as it was left the day before.

He does his best not to panic.

Instead, he goes searching. He checks N.I.N.H.O. (He's already found Cellbit there a couple times, sitting lonely on the edge of the small bed.) But the walls are as silent as ever. He checks the favela, on a whim—but no one is there, either.

On his way to the main square, he happens to run into Philza, and asks him if he knows where Cellbit's run off to this time. Instead of offering a direction, the older man explains everything that's happened over the past three or four hours.

Roier knows where to look.

The door to the Ordo opens with a hiss as he steps inside, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible. The main hall still has debris scattered from end to end, the remnants of the two cages discarded in one of the corners. He pushes forward, down the corridor, trying to ignore the pain still clinging to every wall.

The heart rate monitor beeps steadily as he reaches the hospital wing. There, he finds the full aftermath of the night's events: an unconscious president, lying exhausted in the hospital bed, and a worn-out investigator, slumped against the couch nearby.

Silently, Roier slips onto the cushion next to him, trying not to disturb him. Cellbit barely lifts his hands from his face, not even bothering to check and see who entered the room. Instead, he simply leans forward, elbows bracing against his knees.

The room is quiet, the only noise breaking the tension being the constant, consistent beep of the monitor across from them. Then, suddenly, Cellbit lets out a small, choked noise, and Roier glances over in surprise.

The other man's shoulders are starting to tremble, even as he buries his face deeper into his hands. Without a word, Roier loops an arm over Cellbit's back, rubbing his thumb against his husband's shoulder. He doesn't need to know the full story to know Cellbit's hit his limit for the day—hell, the week. Hell, the month.

He simply pulls the other man closer as the tears start to fall faster, and doesn't say a word when they wet the sleeves of his hoodie. And if Cellbit falls asleep there after a while, then maybe Roier takes a quick nap of his own; each clasping the other's hand for comfort, the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor their only comfort as they drift into slumber.

[imagineitdearies]

Thank you for indulging me if you’ve already answered this, but, I’ve been re-reading PS and a question came up:

What would a healing potion have done in addition to the rat (chapter 20)?

Hi friend 😊 I don’t believe I have ever shared what was behind Astarion’s question, “Did he give you a healing potion after the rat?” and why he was relieved when Tyrus answered, “Just rats”!

And I’m very happy to do so—this fic consumed my life for a whole eight months, I am definitely not ready to let go of or stop talking about it, so ask away friends 🥰

To no one’s surprise I’m sure, given this is the direct aftermath of chapter 19, warning for potentially triggering talk of sexual assault and physical abuse from here on out that I’ll put below the cut:

Tyrus inwardly concludes from seeing Astarion’s relief, “So it could always get worse, then” (a mini theme of this story lol), and that’s a simple explanation in and of itself: he just needed rats to restore his blood, not healing to his body. Chapter 30 can give some more specific context—Astarion is not only being raped by Cazador when Tyrus walks in, he’s covered in bleeding claw marks, and later in the chapter his leg is gouged open, he’s stabbed multiple times, etc.

So Cazador using healing potions implies not just a sexual violence, but an extra brutish physical violence on top of it that even vampiric regeneration would take a while to heal. Rape with extra punishment, basically, instead of rape as a transaction or whim on Cazador’s end.

Needless to say Astarion has experienced both many times in the PS-verse, and hates both. But not the same amount. His relief goes back to his personal threshold for certain kinds of trauma—he has a much lower pain tolerance than he does a tolerance for forced sexual encounters (that’s just another day in his life, isn’t it). So it was a question he asked Tyrus because he feared terrible physical torture had also taken place that he just couldn’t see.

What kind of physical torture? Well, I’ll leave the *super* specifics of this to people’s imagination. There are plenty of horrors Astarion experienced that Tyrus has no idea about, and I think readers can fill in those gaps without my help….though chapter 25 & 30 were a little taste of it, I suppose.

Thanks for the question 🩵 I hope you enjoy your reread!!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Crying my eyes out on this tender Tuesday night.

[squeakadeeks]

amung us defect on the atomic scale

[syn0vial]

yes, jango genuinely and absolutely loved boba as a son. yes, he also left boba posthumous instructions to seek out dangerous individuals with the express intent of destroying his trust in others by exposing him to harm and possibly death at their hands.

understanding jango's character means understanding that he would not even REMOTELY consider these two facts to be contradictory <3

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( THAT IS NOT SLEEP. )

( THAT IS TRAUMATIC INJURY. )

( ... UNICRON IS NOT ACTUALLY CERTAIN IT IS CAPABLE OF SLEEP )

[pk-sideblog]

Also, before someone decides to argue, I am a NaruSaku and SasuLee shipper. I literally think Sasuke is queer, but that doesn't erase that some of y'all just hate women. Because there is sincerely nothing Sakura Haruno has done that she A) Hasn't shown growth and moved away from behavior wise B) That isn't nearly as close to the same level of bad that Sasuke, Itachi, Neji, Gaara, Obito, or even Naruto "Probably would have been the coolest guy" Uzumaki have done. But, people rush to defend them but cannot extend the same grace to Sakura who was just an annoying teen girl?

You don't have to like her, but some of y'all need to really reflect and realize your dislike of her is rooted in some base of misogyny and because a femme presenting woman dared to be close to your favorites; or for some that a not femme enough presenting woman dared to not kiss your power fantasy's feet. Ultimately, sexism is a disease and it's disturbing the hold it still has on the Naruto fandom.

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

gotdam being in bed really does make my brain work better

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( FATE CARES ONLY FOR AESTHETICS AND USE TOWARDS AN OVERARCHING PLOT. )

( IF YOU EAT YOUR SOULMATE, YOU BROKE FATE. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? )

“Soulmates are stupid. Why can’t I just love someone on purpose.”

[dreaming-of-mossballs]

hii so I'm like a super ultra silent reader of your content bc I am deathly afraid of my liked posts showing up on my friends' feeds. but I had to somehow let you know that even though you seem to be having some sort of burnout and unhappiness with your writing, as someone who's very very picky about what writing I even enjoy, your writing style and skill is definitely some of my favorite on the app at all. I totally understand being unhappy with your own work since I'm an artist too (albeit a visual artist so, not quite the same here but the idea applies), and I can relate to being unsatisfied with whatever it is you're putting out there. but basically, I just wanted to let you know from an outside view, your writing is extremely eloquent and well-put-together and organized. you can tell your writing is created with a lot of thought and time put into it, which is why it's so easy to enjoy. and side note, I LITERALLY haven't been able to stop thinking of your last post since I read it yesterday which almost never happens 😭. honestly even though there's like 5 gepard fans on here so he gets practically no content from anyone, I'd still prefer to have your writing carrying the "fanclub" of sorts over a large crop of posts from lots of people that isnt very well-done or thought about. I know you said this recent post may be your last one for a bit, so please, PLEASE take your time with whatever's next!! your stuff is always very much worth the wait ❤️ and please do take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard.

(by the way, you totally don't need to post this on your profile or respond to it at all, I just wanted to send in some kind of message about it since as I mentioned, my paranoia prevents me from interacting with your posts directly 😞)

CRYINGB UGLY SOBBING OMGOMGOMG

It surprises me when people say I don’t need to respond because I can’t keep such a nice note to myself 😭 but I do the same thing when I’m sending asks so I totally get it (I’d get this tattooed on my forehead if no one stopped me)

i had NO IDEA I had a super ultra silent reader so this was an absolute joy to get. There was a post I saw earlier about how in fandoms, it’s either you talking with a small group of friends or your door is open and people come in and listen to you ramble. I’m definitely the latter. I’m so fortunate to have so many people invested in my story lol, because like most things I write, they start off as daydreams in bed. I’ve never written one out before, but I’m SO GLAD I DID.

And honestly, if I were to release something the quality I wanted it to be, it would take ages of rereading and refining. Unfortunately im not a very gifted writer, but all the practice I’ve gotten due to being obsessed with gepard has helped me a bit. I just have to remember that haha

Some less coherent thoughts

ITS EASY TO UNDERSTAND???? YAY IM SO HAPPY AHHHHHHHH

i actually based my style off the wings of fire series, i don’t know if y’all are familiar with it, but the introspective humor was so fun to me as a child. (Also I love using Chekhov’s gun as a crutch I’m sorry guys) it also stemmed from the worry that readers wouldn’t be able to visualize what I was picturing, so that ended up in a LOT of describing scenes early on. With no metaphors so it was just like. (Y/N) set the cup down, (Y/N) put the laundry in the washer, etc. hahaha it makes me laugh looking back on it

it also makes me absolutely kicking my feet giddy that it’s invaded your brain. I love giving people brain worms and inflicting emotional damage on them. And gepard ALWAYS shares posts with other Hsr men like. The absolute middle child treatment. But I’m glad I’m doing my part to bring something to the table that’s different than the usual 1k words he gets sandwiched in between five other people.

it makes me so so happy you think my writing is organized and well thought out, because I do put a lot of thought into it!

I’ve run out of words to say but i might come back to this to ramble pfft

i hope that fic gives you a good supply of serotonin for days to come 🩵🩵