#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]

"Yes, all the time. For example: I want to bite something now..."

"Getting a strong urge to bite something. Does anyone else ever get that?"

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

FORGOT TO MENTION THIS THE OTHER DAY BUT I LOVED THE WORD FOR WORD INCLUSION OF 'IF I WANT MY KID BROTHER TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY OTHER KID BROTHER I'LL ASK. KID BROTHER.' INTO THE MUSICAL

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[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

[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???

[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

[stellarcuriosity]

@almost-nearly-perfect liked for a starter!

Well, Starburst intended to go and practice flying on her own- she heard about these nice cliffs that carried breezes and gusts of wind that would be perfect for gliding- and if she was alone, it would be less embarrassing if she crashed! However, after stepping out from the ground bridge, it didn't really seem like she was alone. She stopped, nervously glancing back to the vibrant green portal closing behind her.

"Ah- sorry, didn't.. didn't think this place would be occupied!" She chirruped, ducking her head low and fidgeting her talons. "I came here for flight practice- ah, I don't want to ruin your view."

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( THAT IS NOT SLEEP. )

( THAT IS TRAUMATIC INJURY. )

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