#also MMMMM CONFLICT

[luxrayz64]

I saw a post a while back responding to criticism of botw as being "a good game but not a good zelda game", and they responded with how the Zelda Formula was getting tired and stale and botw was a response to that, that it was meant to harken back to the original zelda game where it just drops you in and it makes you find everything on yr own. which like is fine and good and all but. you do know that the original zelda had 8 full unique (as unique as they could be on the nes) dungeons right. the original zelda game had dungeon items. they didn't need to take out one of zeldas defining gameplay aspects and replace it with the fundamentally inferior shrines and divine beasts. you can make a game non linear and refresh its gameplay without taking out one of the series' strongest aspects.

[cokoweee]

He was sure his heart no longer could beat this fast, absolutely convinced that he wouldn't feel giddy anymore, that he never again might experience the vertiginous elation that came with soaking up someone else's presence. The ashes, left by the ones he had lost, suddenly became flames again, though small, it was a surprise they had even begun burning again.

He was sure his life would continue with no more feelings than the hopes of it ending someday. Maybe it would speed up the process if he destroyed his liver with tons of trash bags worth of alcohol or took inadequate care of himself when there was no one else nagging him to. And yet, here he was, now hoping he could instead live long enough to see where this gut feeling would take him.

It felt selfish. Why would he get to enjoy what those who lost their life couldn't?

Despite feeling remorse, in his heart there was also space for yearning. Conflicted and unable to make a decision that wouldn't feel unsatisfactory. He had so much healing, process, and work to do, to be honest, the thought alone was dreadful. He wasn't even sure if it would be worth it in the end, if the people around him would stick with him long enough until he could open up again.

But they had made it this far. Hadn't abandoned him yet, even if he was rotten work. They still cared. He wanted to return even the slightest bit of it too, for them as much as for him. He needed to do this. He wanted to do it. Donatello wanted to act upon his longing for connection again.

If it took him another decade, then so be it.

He took a hand, calloused fingers meeting a five pair of mistreated fingers too. He squeezed, only once, determination conveyed in the small gesture. He would try. Try for them, for her. As long as she had him. Kendra squeezed his hand back, flooding his chest with blazing warmth. He felt giddy. His chest tightened trying to keep his heart from leaping out.

He felt eager to wake up the next day.

—

I'm sorry it this doesn't make sense. I literally don't know either🫂

I reread this a few times but mmmmm yes yssbysssss. Slowly eating thisssmmmmm brekfast

This gets the tag doopy

[mayajadewrites]

suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER SIX

🎧🌙🧺📖🕯️🧸🤍

It's not often that you're left speechless. Suguru Geto has succeeded, however. You stared into his eyes, watching as they search your face for some sort of confirmation.

You could not find the words to say to Suguru. You wanted Suguru badly. You felt conflicted though, since you didn't want to lose your best friend.

You also do like Choso and have been willing to explore your relationship with him. It wouldn't be fair to him to just forget about him and be with Suguru.

"Tell me." Suguru persisted.

"I can't." You finally say, pushing your head on Suguru's headboard.

"So whats wrong?" Suguru takes his index finger, caressing the outline of your face.

"Sugu, you're my best friend." You sigh. "If we didn't work out, I'm not sure if I could be without you."

"If you're always worried about the future, you can't enjoy the present."

"There's also Choso."

"Fuck Choso." Suguru sucked his teeth.

"Hey, be nice. You don't know him and I like him." You ran your fingers through Suguru's jet black locks. "I just don't want to rush into anything. I'm not even sure you actually feel this way or if it's your sick brain."

"So that's not a no." Suguru coughed.

"Why don't we revisit this when your body temperature is not the same as hell?" You moved his hair away from his forehead.

"Will you stay here with me?" Suguru looked up at you with his coffee ground eyes.

"Say please and I will."

"Please."

"Yes, I will." You curl yourself next to Suguru's body, your bodies intertwining with each other.

"Next time I'll be the one making you beg."

The morning is here before you know it. When you open your eyes, Suguru's bare chest was in front of you, his head resting on top of yours. His snores are louder than usual since he's sick, but you don't mind.

You move your body a bit to make your way out of his bed to get ready for work. Of course, he caught on to what you're doing.

"You have sick time, right?" Suguru yawned.

"Why are you asking me such a question?" You turn on your heel.

"Call outttt." Suguru drew out the 'out'. When they say men are needy when they're sick, they are not lying.

"Fine. But I have a date tonight, so you'll be without me for a few hours."

"Make it fast." Suguru pulls the covers over his face, presumably falling asleep. You dial your bosses number and let them know you're feeling sick and don't want to give anyone else the same thing.

After you hang up, you walk to the bathroom you and Suguru share. Thankfully, there are two sinks. You start brushing your teeth while simultaneously cleaning the counter.

"Mmmmm." You hear Suguru groan from his room.

You make your way to his room, leaning on his doorframe. "Yes, my sick princess?"

"Feel my head." He flips over on his back. You press the back of your hand to his forehead.

"Definitely less warm than yesterday, so your fever is going down."

"Must've been the soup."

You turn on the TV and play whatever trashy reality tv show that is on at the moment. Suguru coughs, which leads to a groan because he's over being sick.

"Let me get you some of the soup from yesterday." You get up from the bed. Suguru's eyes followed you, stuck on your figure. He watched as your ass moved in your shorts, making him wish he wasn't sick so he could grab you and kiss you as hard as he wanted to.

Bzzzzz.

Choso: Hey, are we still on for tonight? Shoko said you didn't show up to work.

You: Yes, we're still on. I'll meet you there at 8 :)

Choso: :)

You look to your left and see Suguru sleeping soundly, his stuffy nose amplifying his snores. He looks like an angel, honestly. You take your hand and caress his face gently without a second thought. His eyes fluttered open, revealing your favorite eyes.

"Come back soon." Suguru almost whispered, bringing your hand to his mouth. He kissed each of your fingers gently before falling back asleep.

You felt conflicted. You have Suguru, your best friend, who wants to try something with you. Then you have Choso, the sweetest man, who is very happy to get to know you.

Either way you're hurting someone.

You change into your favorite pair of curve hugging jeans and a sweater, pairing them with your white platform converse. Choso was taking you to a Poetry night at a local lounge, so very lowkey.

When you locked the door to your apartment, you felt guilty for leaving Suguru. You weren't sure if it was because he's sick and you want to take care of him, or because you feel like you owe him your loyalty.

Well, you don't. Not yet at least.

When you arrive at the lounge, Choso is wearing a black sweater with black jeans, his hair in his signature buns. He greets you with a kiss on the cheek, gently grabbing your hand.

He leads you into the lounge where someone was already performing a poem. You find a seat on a loveseat couch, Choso following close behind.

Choso's body was close to yours as you watched the poets, sneaking looks and kisses. You couldn't help but think of Suguru. You had butterflies, yes, but nowhere near as many as you did for your best friend.

You turn to look at Choso, who looks completely enamored with you. You fake a smile as best as you can and press your lips to his. Is it wrong to be kissing a man you don't want to be with?

Maybe.

But that's a conversation for another time and another place.

"I had fun tonight." You say as you leave the lounge. "I'm feeling kind of sick, so I'm gonna head home." Your eyes meet Choso's.

"Me too." He smiles, not wanting to press any further. "I mean me too, I had fun. Not that I feel sick." He chuckled.

"I'll text you when I get home. Actually this time." You hug Choso, feeling his muscles through his sweater. He kissed your forehead as you separated, leaving you feeling worse about your feelings.

When you get home, it's 10:15. Suguru was most definitely awake.

Upon entering your apartment, you see Suguru standing in the kitchen, pouring himself a water. He's shirtless and his hair is all the way down, cascading down his back muscles.

"Someone is feeling better." You set your purse down.

"I am actually." Suguru turns to you and smiles. He looks so much more lively. You've missed him. "So how was your date?"

You look down, sighing. "He's not you, Suguru. That's the problem."

"I'm the problem?" Suguru laughed, setting his cup down on the counter. "Last I checked, I'm not the one that's dating someone else."

"Don't act like we've been in a relationship Sugu. We've both been denying these feelings for some time, and now they're out in the open."

"No one compares to you, princess." Suguru steps closer to you. "I've tried over and over again to replicate the feeling you give me."

You close your eyes and wince at his words, not because they hurt, because you're feeling the exact same.

"If we don't work out, we don't work out." Suguru suggests. "Life is too short to be wondering about the future when you could be enjoying whats right in front of you." Suguru takes another step closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You looked up into his eyes, getting lost in them.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." You look down, thinking of Choso.

"Hey, he will understand." Suguru brought your eyes back to his, grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger.

"We have to take it slow, ok?"

"How slow are we talking?"

"We can't have sex yet."

Suguru chuckled and looked back at you. "That's not the only thing on my mind. It will be mind blowing when it happens, but just having you already feels like an orgasm."

You smile as Suguru's arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up from the floor. Your legs intertwine around his waist, running a hand through his hair.

"We've never kissed." You smile, refusing to make the first move.

"That we haven't." Suguru's voice was quiet, almost seductive. His eyes began to close and you followed, feeling his plush lips finally mend with yours. The electricity you felt almost made your heart fall out of your throat. Suguru's large hands held onto your ass, opening his mouth more so your tongue can enter.

You slip your tongue in his mouth, to which he sucks on it gently in return. You moan quiety, pushing yourself off of him from his chest. "We can't go slow if you do that." You press your forehead to his.

"Baby, I can make you cum with just my lips."

[billcyphersballsack]

Isa x loop (I believe the correct term is sloop) shippers are so right. I hadn’t even considered it. I’m a big fan of the t4t disaster gays they’re dynamic is so good and silly I simply forgot I could have my weird silly guys with a whole extra spoonful of horrendous angst if I wanted to. You’ve opened my eyes thank you

Anyway isa commenting on Loops eccentric behaviour and wonders allowed what must have happened during their loops to make them act so different then Sifrin and Loop just, stops, with nothing to say for themselves

We could also get a fun secret pining thing going on, if you consider the aus where Loop goes with the party during the end game and has to watch Sif cozy up to their man, unable to lay any claim to him since they’re still keeping their origin to themselves, mmmmm scrumptious

And of course if you don’t like conflict there’s the option where both loop and sif date isa and they do the thing where they pull on either of his arms while he says “ladies ladies there’s enough of me to go around” to his non lady partners, that’s fun that’s silly I like that also

[untitledgoosegay]

re: dimidue, my writing, & fic

it's important to me that dedue also gets to be weird and traumatized and difficult; it's important to me that dedue gets to be supported by dimitri as much as dimitri gets support from dedue

dedue's PTSD manifests very differently from dimitri's, whose trauma and mental illness are very obvious and externalized, but while it may be less obtrusive, "subtler" internalized mental illness is no less difficult to navigate

dedue gets passive-aggressive; he isolates himself and snaps [in the most plausibly-neutral manner possible] at attempts to draw him out; he's prone to insecurity, reticence, and self-abnegation, and to sink into dissociative apathy; he overextends himself trying to care for others as a coping mechanism that gets worse the worse he's doing; he denies that he's anything but fine even as it's increasingly obvious that he absolutely isn't, & to some extent even believes himself

unlike dimitri, who for all his issues is very self-aware about what he's experiencing and why (at least to the extent that he can understand it), dedue is more inclined to denial and avoidance; he's opaque even to himself (in this respect, dimitri's emotional intelligence complements him)

dedue is in some ways even more prone to black and white moral thinking than dimitri. when he's not actively in the midst of an episode, dimitri is constantly conflicted over the morality of his actions. he knows how he gets when his PTSD triggers, and it terrifies him, and he hates himself for it. he tears himself to pieces over it to the point of self-destruction and immobility. meanwhile dedue isn't nearly so passive or unquestioning in his judgment as some people (felix) accuse him of; he wouldn't accept or enable the murder of civilians, but i do think there's an extent to which he sees dimitri going Ape Shitt on the battlefield and goes "yep :) there he is, the man i love :)" the berserker rage worries him to the extent that it affects dimitri, but it doesn't really concern him in its own right. which on the one hand is often something dimitri needs -- someone to affirm, hey, this part of you comes from a good place, it doesn't frighten me, be kind to it instead of beating it/yourself with a stick -- but on the other hand ... mmmmm it is probably not normal for a person to be so blasé about barehanded dismemberment

dedue is a strong stabilizing & affirming influence on dimitri, but by the same token dimitri is a strong activating & encouraging influence on dedue; they are good for each other

[digitalagepulao]

Ok I am snooping on your AU but I would like to ask- how is everyone’s dynamic with each other ? Is it essentially the same as in JTTW or do you have different relationship dynamics between all of them? Or do you have special little quirks they have or do, interesting headcannons, little fears or even gripes that the pilgrims may have ?

BDJHBWAJDBAWHDA HIIII TvT

mmmmm there are a lot of similarities to JTTW but with some nuances since i do focus on the interpersonal aspect more than the allegorical on my au!

For instance, Longma is still a stand-in for the human will, but he's more active in the story. He's often the one pushing the others to keep going, encouraging them to come up with plans or not give in on a fight, he keeps them from wasting time but doesn't step in unless he has to. The fact that he's not always in his horse form also goes a long way xD

The fact that in my AU he's also the head disciple makes for an interesting dynamic shift. The others often turn to him for advice or well, to Do Stuff, but he's still a prince and very good at delegating jobs xD He's also the last line of defense for Tripitaka, so when he's not outracing demons, he's the one putting up a fight to keep any kidnappers away. Stallions can be quite terrifyingly protective when they need to be, after all!

Wujing is the second disciple and it shows. He often uses his impressive size for shelter from the weather when none other is available. Due to his higher status after Bajie and Wukong get recruited, he wasn't the luggage carrier for a long time, the task falling on Wukong overall. However as the relics begin to pile up and the dangers get worse, he kind of takes up the mantle out of practicality. He has a severe fear of bladed weapons due to his punishment, and though he has no visible scars from it, the mental toll is very heavy on him. Despite all that, he takes his role seriously and is quite reasonable on his requests from Wuneng and Wukong, so their antics get toned down thanks to him and Ao Lie.

As for the other two welllllll, they are still very close and very prone to squabbling. Think youngest and younger sibling dynamic, one moment they are at each other's throat, the next they are trading quips, the next they are fighting over the last slice of food, and the next they are swearing undying loyalty to each other. Often they are left to their antics unless it affects the rest of the group which, happens more often than not.

Wukong is very close to his characterization in the book, equal parts rowdy grandpa and puffed up teenager, wearing his heart on his sleeve and always surprising the others with his moments of wisdom and clarity. Same thing for Bajie, he's very much a hardworking being and has an exasperated fondness for Wukong under the bluster and whinging.

Wukong is much more tactile in my au, which took the others some time to adjust to, as well as his (seemingly) random acts of incredible violence and ruthlessness. Before he's a demon or a man or an allegory for the mind, he's a monkey. They bite and screech when angry, they steal and hoard food for themselves, he lived 500 years as a wild animal and it colors his morals and thinking a lot. Most of what the others can deem as his evil nature is just brutal nature practicality, and as the others are either human or have memories of their past as nobility or celestial beings... it leads to quite a bit of conflict.

Aaaand then there's Tripitaka trying to keep his gaggle of apprentices in line xvx

My Tripitaka is closer to the historical Xuanzang than the fictional one, he's the son of a nobleman who chose to live as a monk and took the journey illegally. His call to adventure came through his own frustration and sadness over the lacking scriptures available, and he requested the emperor to go many times, always denied. One day the emperor gifted the abbey a cassock and staff from the West, in a not-so-subtle hint for him to just stop asking and move on. To everyone, they seemed like your average items, but he could see their sacred nature. Guan Yin then came to him in a dream, saying that whoever left for the scriptures should take "whatever they needed" and go. Tripitaka argued that the emperor forbade anyone to make the trip, but Guan Yin just repeated herself and left it at that.

So he did the reasonable thing, plotted with his older brother who lived in the abbey with him, gathered resources and bailed to the west, stealing the cassock and staff on his way out. He thought he was failing a test when Guan Yin appeared, but she reassured him he'd need the relics' protections on the journey ahead. Still throughout the journey, Tripitaka lies and cheats and steals, whatever he needs to continue the journey, and those sins weigh heavy on him. Especially with the sort of disciples he was given. He desperately tries to be a role model for them, but those moments of weakness feel three times worse than they should.

His relationship with Wukong is very hot and cold, seeing an almost paternal figure on the monkey at times but also knowing that the demon could kill him anytime he dropped his guard - and in fact even tried to once! Wukong has a lot of issues to work through and sadly a lifetime of violence makes for a very jumpy and tense monkey, which is a bad mix for the squishy human of the group. He tries his best to comfort the monkey despite the very obvious discomfort he brings him, and Wukong does the same for him... in his own way.

They get along the best when Wukong shares stories from his past or teaches him new things he never learned before, particularly when they get together to work on translations. Ao Lie is also a savvy person, and is often the one helping Tripitaka earn favor with the local kings and nobles to get their "papers" stamped and approved, or yknow, very plainly forged.

Wukong also gets saddled with matters of food more often than not, and he always surprises the group with how delicious the food he can come up with just by foraging ingredients. He's a very good and dedicated cook! It's also fun that Bajie had to go vegetarian on northern Tibet in my AU, cus the communities there are mostly pastoral so most foods are meat-based. He wasn't joking when he said he was rather starved by the time he got recruited, but Wukong luckily gets him back on track.

Wujing is, rather reclusive unless he has to interact with the others. Him and Tripitaka have a lot of baggage to work through, what with the whole eating-his-sifu's-past-incarnations situation. Coupled with his own sword trauma, Wujing and Wukong are on the same level of "unnerving threats" for Tripitaka's subconscious. It's very slow and wobbly progress between these three, and it's thanks to Bajie's jokes and Ao Lie's drive that they keep pushing on.

On the bits where my Expedition and Sun Clan AUs intersect, Tripitaka, Ao Lie and Wukong have a lot of filial guilt to process as well. Wukong may flaunt how they are the ones who left the family and how they must act for it, but the Havoc in Heaven and the siege on Huaguoshan clearly weigh on him and it very much shows when he thinks the others don't notice. Meanwhile Tripitaka feels guilt for involving his own brother in his planning for the journey, knowing that if he's found he'll suffer for it, and likely his father and mother too. And Ao Lie well, he's effectively in exile until the journey is either complete or well, he serves his death sentence. The occasional times when the group's path crosses with his father or his uncles is also a... tense bit for him. Needless to say, pearls make him very twitchy xvx

Oh dear this got.... very long i'm so sorry TvT anyway this is, what comes off the top of my head tbh!

[bigender-cowboy]

Quick, top three warrior cats you’d like to see die dramatically in a musical

Oooo this doesn’t mean I hate them btw but 1. Is Hollyleaf (Philip from Hamilton kind of? Idk I was making an animation to stay alive reprise and her once) 2. Is Tigerstar (he’d probably have a banger song I like. I imagine a lot of repeated words for his song so think We Both Reached For The Gun ending part) 3. Is probably Bristlefrost (I want it to be like The Ballad of Jane Doe if this makes sense)

Special callouts: Firestar but I felt he was suited to be near the end in a slightly more peaceful tune. Ashfur but then I went nah. Bluestar but her death would be intense for first half the song and slow peace the rest and I went mmmmm nah though she WAS close to getting up here (if she did her song would be like The World Was Wide Enough from Hamilton I think). Also the whole Clans vs Bloodclan conflict would have hella intense music (or something like Guns and Ships + Right Hand Man and they’re also both from Hamilton)

[sergeantsporks]

Writing Request: Hunter dealing with the emotional turmoil of Belos's death. Hunter feeling guilt about being sad that Belos is dead but also happy that he is dead. Just the emotional aftermath of his abuse and conflicting emotions about the whole situation.

CW for self harm and implied child abuse

Hunter’s scar hadn’t stopped itching from the moment he’d stepped foot in the human realm.

Well, if he was being entirely honest with himself, the itching had started the moment he’d left Belos’ mind, but it hadn’t been constant, like it was now.

It didn’t matter how hard he scratched, or if he cleaned his face, it just kept on itching, itching, itching.

He kept scratching anyway, scraping at the healed tissue with dirty, torn fingernails. Just a moment’s relief. Just one second without this persistent itch, that was all he needed.

A hand settled over his as he scratched, holding it still.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

Hunter flinched. “Sorry.”

Camila dropped his hand as if she’d been burned. “Oh—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just… it looked painful.”

Now that she mentioned it, his cheek did feel raw and tender where he’d been scratching.

It was still itchy, though, and his hand drifted back up, slowly scratching at the area again.

Camila reached out, then stopped. “Is it bothering you? Your scar, I mean.”

“Mmmmm, it’s just itchy. Maybe I’m just allergic to something in the human realm? I’ll be fine.”

Liar.

Just like him.

His scar itched more at the thought, and he dug his nails in deeper.

This time, Camila took his hand again, though she let go almost as quickly as she’d taken it. “Sorry! Sorry. Do you… mind if I take a look?”

“It… can’t hurt, I guess?”

Camila led him to the bathroom, gently tilting his face towards the light. Her hands were cool, but not cold, and they felt soothing against his inflamed cheek. “How old is this scar?”

Your disrespect aggravates the curse, Hunter.

“Five or six years?”

He heard a sharp little inhale from Camila, but he didn’t look at her, and she continued like she hadn’t. “So it’s not new and healing. Was it a burn scar? Sometimes those can itch.”

Blood dripping to the floor, staining white robes red.

“No. It was a cut.”

“Okay… did it open a lot? Take a while to heal?”

He hadn’t known first aid, not yet. Maybe if he’d been able to stitch the wound, it wouldn’t have split and gotten wider, but all he’d known to do was to bandage it up and stop the bleeding.

“Yes. I… talked too much. Opened it up again.”

“I see.” Camila snagged a washcloth and gently sponged at his face. “You’ve rubbed it pretty raw, but you didn’t break the skin, luckily. Let me just…” she opened the bathroom cabinet, taking out a little tube. “Here—”

She squirted ointment onto her fingers and then gently dabbed at Hunter’s scar. The ointment was cool, and under her gentle touch, the itch faded. “Better?”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She screwed the lid back on and washed her hands. “Your skin might just be dehydrated, and it’s a lot for the scar tissue to handle. I have moisturizer, use it if you think you might be a little dry. And if your scar starts to itch again, help yourself to this.” She waved the tube of ointment at him and then tucked it back into the cabinet. “I know it itches, but try not to scratch, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And… let me know if it gets worse?”

“Yes ma—uh—Camila. Yes, Camila.”

She gave him a small smile, and left him alone in the bathroom. Hunter leaned in close to the mirror, examining his scar. Besides the redness from scratching, it looked normal. No reason for it to behave like this. It couldn’t even be a stress itch, there were no more missions, and Belos was…

Hunter lunged for the cabinet as the scar tissue on his cheek started to crawl. He slathered the ointment on his scar, and the itching subsided a bit, but not as much as when Camila had applied it.

Maybe it’s not as effective if you use it too soon?

Or maybe you just didn’t apply it right.

That would make sense, leave it to you to mess up something simple.

Hunter took one last look at the tired, pale face in the mirror before turning to go. His scar still itched, but he buried his hands in his pockets to avoid scratching at it.

It’s fine. Everything is… it’s fine.

Xxx

Golden Guard…

Hunter sat bolt upright in his sleeping bag, his ears twitching. “Hello?” he called.

Golden Guard…

Golden Failure…

Hunter stood, the world around him as dark as the void and the lightswitch nowhere in reach. “Who’s there?!”

Golden Failure

Golden Fool

Hunter’s scar felt heavy and hard against his face, and he knew, just knew without looking that it was solid gold, gleaming out of his skin like a shard of his mask.

A hand settled on his shoulder. “Hunter,” a soft accent murmured, “Hunter, look at me.”

Hunter turned, and the hand moved to his scarred cheek, settling on the gold.

“Hunter. Never forget, the titan has big plans for you. I have big plans, high hopes. Look at me, Hunter.”

Hunter slowly dragged his eyes up, and his uncle’s cursed face stared back at him, dripping into a puddle on the ground below them, peering out from him at a smear on the wall.

“Look at me, Hunter,” he hissed, his hand tightening on Hunter’s face. “You did this to me, you hurt me, you failed me. You did this to me.”

His claws pressed against Hunter’s scar, and it burst, molten gold bubbling out and down his skin like a lavaflow. Hunter stumbled back, gold dripping down his neck and under his shirt, melting away his skin and flesh.

Look at me! Belos howled, lunging for him.

Hunter snapped awake, clawing frantically at his scar as it itched and burned. Get it off, get it off, get it off getitoffgetitoffgetitoff—

He gouged at his skin, and felt something warm and wet against his fingers. Hunter ran for the bathroom, not even bothering to sneak his way out of the basement, slipping and skidding on the tile and flipping on the light switch to check his face.

His scar was normal, no gold, no molten metal dripping down his face. Just regular blood. And his scar still itched. Hunter fumbled with the cap on the itching ointment, dabbing it on his face, but it just burned where it hit the new cuts, and he dropped the tube, splashing water on his face and digging at the cuts to get the ointment out.

“Hunter?” Camila’s voice murmured sleepily behind him. “Hunt… oh, baby.”

She reached towards him, and when he didn’t flinch away, gingerly took his hands. She watched him closely as she lowered his hands down and guided him to the toilet. “Sit. Let me see.”

He sat, muscles trembling from the adrenaline still pumping through them.

“Oh, ow,” she murmured, rummaging in the cabinet, “That looks like it hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I know you said not to scratch it.” Hunter thumped his head against the edge of the bathroom counter. “I just…” He pulled his head back and plunked it against the counter again. The dull ache wasn’t anywhere near as bright as the bright slivers of pain from his face, but it was still real, still flesh and not cold metal.

Thunk.

“I deserve it.”

The words escaped in barely a whisper, nearly drowned out by the thunk of his head against the counter.

“I miss him. I don’t. I do. I shouldn’t.”

Thunk.

Camila slid her arm along the edge of the counter, providing a cushion between him and the hard surface. “Hey… put your shoes on and come with me, okay?”

Hunter obeyed wordlessly, slipping his shoes on.

Which seemed to make Camila a little more worried, although he wasn’t sure why. She should be happy he wasn’t questioning her orders, right? Why would she want him to bug her with a million questions that would probably get answered if he was patient anyway?

Camila walked outdoors, shutting the door behind them so quietly Hunter could barely hear the click. She pointed at the far end of the street.

“Run there and back for me? Fast as you can, okay?”

Hunter had been taught how to run properly in the emperor’s coven. How to keep his strides even and use the full length of his legs. How to stay upright to breathe easier. How to pump his arms in time with his leg movements so that his blood circulated.

He didn’t run like that now. His strides were still long, but they were wild, tearing across the pavement like an animal. His arms swung out of time, and he could feel his breath catching in his chest. The wind whipped against Hunter’s bare face, stinging his new cuts. The pavement met his feet hard, each step a solid thump.

He was going too fast. He overshot the edge of the street and he snagged the pole of a stop sign, using it to whip around and tear off back the way he came. He finally skidded to a stop in front of Camila, panting, hands on his knees.

“Did it help?”

Hunter nodded, still gasping in great gulps of air. Camila sat down on the porch steps, and he plopped down next to her. His heart settled from the run, and with each beat slower, a blanket of… not quite peace, but calm, at least, settled over him.

Camila held out a wet towel, and he pressed it to his face, wincing. She didn’t say anything, just waited.

“Is it…” Hunter started, then stopped. “Never mind.”

“You miss Belos?” she offered.

“No!” Hunter sighed. “Yes. No. I shouldn’t.” He lowered the towel, twisting it in his hands. “I just… I was supposed to protect him. I was supposed to protect him, and I abandoned him, and now he’s dead, and I know he was—he was—look, I know he did bad things. I know he hurt people. He hurt… he hurt… he hurt…” Hunter made a vague gesture at himself, then cleared his throat. “I know that. I know it in my head, I know. But…”

“It hurts in your heart that he’s gone,” Camila finished softly, “Like he left a void that can’t be filled.”

Hunter wrapped and unwrapped the towel around his hand. “Is that bad? It’s bad, right? Maybe our relationship wasn’t good. Maybe… maybe… But it was something. It was everything. And now… now… now it’s nothing. Now he’s nothing, and it’s my fault, it’s my fault, I wasn’t—I didn’t protect him, I was supposed to, I should have—have…” He buried his face in his hands. “I failed him.”

“Oh, Hunter.” Camila sighed, opening her mouth, then closing it. Trying, and failing, again to speak. And then, finally. “When Luz was born, I… I told myself that I would give anything to protect her. And… there were some things that I didn’t protect her from as well as I would have liked. Bullies. The people who tried to make her ‘normal.’ And I couldn’t protect her from grief and loss. But still, I tried. I tried, and I tried, and I tried to protect her.”

“So… what you’re saying is… sometimes, we can’t protect the people we care about, and that’s… it just happens sometimes?”

Camila shook her head. “No. Hunter, no. What I’m saying is that you shouldn’t have had to protect anyone. You were a child, and someone should have protected you. I’m saying that you shouldn’t have to feel like it’s your fault, that someone should have kept you safe from everything they could, and not put you into danger at every moment. You didn’t fail, Hunter, you never failed, you were failed by every adult who—who hurt you, or who stood by and watched and did nothing, and sweetheart, I am so, so sorry that they all failed you like that.” Tears glimmered in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry that you felt like it was your fault. It was never your fault. And it isn’t now.”

“Oh,” Hunter squeaked, “Okay.” His throat closed up, and he twisted the towel in his hands again, wringing it tightly. “Okay.” He scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Does it… ever stop? Missing someone, I mean. Does it ever go away?”

Camila scooted a little closer to him, pressing her shoulder to his. “No. Not really.”

Hunter let out a shuddering breath. “Oh.”

“But it gets better. And the void gets smaller, if you let other people in that space. Promise.”

“Hm.” Hunter inhaled, counting on his fingers. It was quiet out here. Quiet nights. Just like he’d said. One thing that hadn’t been a lie.

And his scar wasn’t itching anymore.

Camila gestured to his face. “You want to go inside and put something on that?”

Hunter took another deep breath. “Actually, could we… stay out here? Just for a little bit longer?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Camila leaned back against the steps, looking out at the calm, quiet night. “Take all the time you need.”

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

What if I gave the KC family {Including Lunar} the treasures of ruin mmmmm

Lunar - Wo-Chien, the Tablets of Ruin. “The grudge of a person punished for writing the king’s evil deeds upon wooden tablets” Lunar having been punished for displaying Eclipse’s actions. Also incidental but Wo-Chien lowers others physical attacks, and Lunar was hit physically by Eclipse

Eclipse - Chi-Yu, the Beads of Ruin. “The envy accumulated within curved beads that sparked multiple conflicts” Envious of Sun and Moon, and later likely some of the others too.

Bloodmoon - Chien-Pao, the Sword of Ruin ”The hatred of those who perished by the sword long ago” Created long ago but unable to move past the violence and hatred they were created for

Killcode - Ting-Lu, the Vessel of Ruin. ”The fear poured into an ancient ritual vessel” Okay this one is the one that’s the biggest reach but!! KC had to have been somewhat scared when he was separating from Moon right? And that could be considered a ritual so it still fits

[thelocalconstellation]

I crawled my way down the epic the musical rabbit hole 48 hours ago and my brain has been running lyrical analysis ever since and also Survive still manages to be one of the most fucking horrifying songs to me ever. Each saga has like. Emotional Damage to the MAX in at least one song and Oh Boy.

Trojan war saga's actually pretty okay but the damn near wailing of "forgive me" in just a man hits like a sack of wet bricks if I pay a little too much attention to it.

Cyclops saga, Survive. Polites. Nuff said.

Ocean saga is also not that bad but like. Keep Your Friends Close, while primarily silly and upbeat, NINE DAYS?????? HE WAS HALLUCINATING. something something "why can't I embrace you" to a hallucination of Penelope and Telemachus like I am SORRY but Also.

Circe saga is actually just funky all the time to me I think. This one has some imitation of reasonableness. I can't actually pick really but if I HAD to probably There Are Other Ways because I dunno man some of those lines (Odysseus just mISSES HIS WIFE MAN.) And posidien is just a prick which. :(

Underworld saga, hoo boy what DOESN'T hurt here. For the prize of hurts most I'm gonna say Monster because having the emotional context of needing to disregard guilt in favour of survival also hits like a sack of wet bricks.

Thunder saga, primarily just a fuckin BANGER but like. Mmmm. It's between Scylla and Mutiny because understanding that Odysseus did not WANT to go through Scylla's lair or make that sacrifice is just fucking rude. But also, looking at Mutiny, very specifically the second half, "Ody we're never gonna make it home" is fucking horrifying followed by pretty much "nope nope nope nope get the fuck off this island RIGHT NOW. Nope nope nope nope FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK HI. NO." Mutiny is interesting to me though because like. Hmm yes we are going to overthrow our captain and the SECOND shit hits the fan uhhh hey Captain? Like. Eurylochus. You Had A Mutiny. This is supposed to be your circus now dipshit. The conflicting language and actions of people will always be interesting to me. Anyways final call probably mutiny just "I Can't" MMMMM fun!

[stanfordsweater]

happy wincest wednesday to you and yours!! if you had to point to one single canon scene that exemplifies why wincest is so powerful and engaging and worth thinking about as much as we all clearly think about it, which scene would you pick?

AWWW YESSSS, DO I EVER

okay so of course i could take the easy route and point to any scene in the first 3-4 seasons, because i have at least one moment in every episode from that era. HOWEVER. there is one that i believe trumps them all, and that moment is [pause for drumroll]

i don’t think this will be a controversial choice 😅 still, there’s a reason that this scene is at the top of a lot of people’s lists, and that’s because of what a great job it does to bring together a ton of threads from the previous episodes and lay them all plain, while also giving us one of dean’s Iconic Moments of Vulnerability™️ AND being a great example of how to write conflicting character motivations between two people who love each other. sam and dean are both heartbroken in this scene, but they’re both sticking to what they want.

one thing i find really interesting about it is how sam, the optimist, starts talking about “getting back to real life” to cheer dean up, as a way to get them both battle-ready and distract them from the possibility of dying in the next few hours. what’s always really drawn me to sam and dean is the way that their intrinsic motivations get in the way of them having a smooth relationship-- that conflict is catnip to me, and it’s something we get a TON of in season one. sam brings up what comes next because he’s genuinely trying to calm dean, but in doing so he brings up his worst nightmare because he doesn’t know!!! he doesn’t know!!! we don’t even explicitly know that sam leaving for stanford was dean’s worst night of his life until dark side of the moon, although he makes it pretty obvious in this scene. then we have dean revealing the only thing he wants for himself, which is having his family together. (and i find it really interesting how sam’s silhouette cleaves the sentence in half, placing “you, and me” separately from “and dad.”) you can see on sam’s face how much he wants dean to let himself have one thing when he asks him what it is, but dean’s only wish here is sam’s worst nightmare-- to be trapped in this life forever, stuck following john’s orders, and seeing them die violent and bloody.

i also love how this scene carries on sam’s theme of committing himself to dean while still chafing against him (”you’re my brother, and i’d die for you, but some things i need to keep to myself.” “dean, that guy was probably gonna die anyway.” “i’d do anything for you, but things will never be the way they were before.”) it’s laying the groundwork for the next [checks calendar] LITERALLY 14 SEASONS. this theme just keeps coming up, and every time it does it comes in a different form. it’s so clear even just from this scene how much sam would do for dean and how little he can conceive of a life together-- flash forward to season nine and you have sam who can only conceive of a life with dean and can’t handle the things they’ll do for each other. mmmmm.

THEN we have sam’s face after dean’s done flaying himself open, and that mix of love and pity and misery is fodder for thousands of fics. the way dean’s eye twitches right before he says “could be.” the weird undercurrent of desperation that shouldn’t be present in a conversation between two brothers about living with their father forever. the way dean can’t even look at sam while he’s explaining himself. sam’s rock solid response, knowing what it will do to dean and knowing it needs to be said. U G H

fantastic. 10/10. i wish i had been on livejournal the night this episode dropped. i hope everyone involved got a million dollars for this.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: Evocation by S.T. Gibson

2.5/5. Releases in audio 5/28/24.

vibes: dark academia, occult societies, polyamory, ex damage

Heat Index: 4/10

The Basics:

Former psychic prodigy turned lawyer-by-day-medium by night David is in danger. A Faustian bargain is about to come due, and his life hangs in the balance--which leads him to the doorstep of Rhys, his ex-boyfriend and rival in their secret occult society. And also Moira, Rhys's wife. Moira is the key to getting Rhys's assistance; but she doesn't exactly trust David. If he's going to survive, the three of them are not only going to have to work together, but truly trust each other.

The Review:

I............. am feeling a lot of feelings. Many of which aren't exactly positive.

The reason this doesn't have a lower rating is that I do like S.T. Gibson's writing style, and in general I enjoyed this overall world. I love a secret society. I love an occult moment. I honestly feel like we need more of this in romance (though, is this romance? Mmmmm). It's all compelling. You can tell that Gibson has done her research on that level.

I was really excited to hear about this book, after enjoying A Dowry of Blood. It was pushed as the beginning of a poly romance series, and it sounded like it sat somewhere between paranormal and fantasy. It does that, and it is poly. But...

I'll go ahead and get the "is it romance?" question out of the way, because you'd think that would irk me the most, but it really doesn't. I feel like this really toes the line. The triad relationship is a core part of the story. In fact, I would say that it basically did drive the plot, as you couldn't really have the rest of it if these three weren't engaging with each other. But somehow, it still didn't feel completely like a romance to me. Perhaps it is. Perhaps it's just not a good romance.

I was initially so intrigued by this tension and anger, this push-pull between David and Rhys. I love messy exes, and I was totally down for the angle of a wife also being in the mix, someone who knew what these two were to each other and like... didn't exactly hate David, but did express wariness. Because nobody wants to get cheated on.

This seems to be a controversial take among people who have critiqued this book, but I actually did like Rhys. Probably because I enjoy the Stern One Who's Trying To Do The Right Thing. And I was into his connection with Moira! They seemed like a real married couple--trying to make their relationship work despite some tough odds and trials of the past. David I was less into because it became abundantly clear to me that, though this book does offer POVs from everyone involved, I was supposed to really like David and be into his mess and he was the snarky guarded white guy and so on and so on and so on......

Moira is where we started running into issues. And not because I disliked her! Nope, not at all. Because of how she functioned in the story.

To preface, Moira is a Black woman from the South. I am from the South, but I am white, so please take anything I have to say regarding her characterization with a grain of salt. I hope that by the time this book is out for a bit, there will be more reviews from Black readers (specifically Black women) who can offer more insight.

I did begin narrowing my eyes fairly early on when it felt like Moira was coming in to offer mystical help to these two white guys--well, more one than the other, as Rhys clearly wanted to help David but also didn't want to fuck with his own marriage... David was the one who needed help--when it really didn't super benefit her. I get not just wanting to let someone die, that's human decency, but I didn't really get as much... conflict? As I wanted. Like, she knows this guy had a very tumultuous relationship with her husband, she knows there is unresolved shit going on, and she knows that David would FOR SURE want another go with Rhys if he could have it (even if it was only momentary). So... while I'm sure I would ultimately help to save a life, she seemed rather magnanimous about it.

And I thought... Bonnie Bennett warning bells.

However, as Moira and David began hanging out together, I liked it. I liked their chemistry. I liked their friendship. I liked their platonic love for each other. And yes, it is platonic, because while this is a poly romance, it is not so much MMF as it is MM .... FM. Big difference. Rhys is bisexual and loves both Moira and David, romantic and sexually. David is gay. David and Moira do grow to love each other, but it's not romantic or sexual. Rhys is the only person in this trio who is with two people, ultimately. Which isn't inherently bad, but, as I've expressed in romance commentary, I do think it's harder. If you don't thread the needle, it feels like one person is getting "everything", where at least one other person is just sort of having to give.

That's where we ended up here. Like, I believe that Rhys loves Moira... although that love also was expressed in a way that felt REAL PACIFYING. Not pacifying her so much as the reader. He calls her "little goddess" and worships her and talks about how good she is... Whereas his relationship with David is fraught, crackling. Yes, one of those dynamics is on paper "healthier" than the other, but one is also more stagnant and safe and seems to have less depth invested in it, compared to the other. When you have Couple A over here tra-la-la-ing their way through problems and Couple B fighting and angry kissing and oh damn he just hit his knees in a Walmart (not in a Walmart, elsewhere, but you get me) it becomes clear that the writer is having a lot more fun with B than A.

And it felt like, frankly, we were being pacified with this idea that Moira was loved and cherished and worshipped in theory, when in reality she gave and gave and gave. She's saving David; she's becoming his friend, even though he's kind of an asshole; she's endlessly understanding of Rhys, except for when she needs to protect David, because we wouldn't want her husband to hurt the feelings of the guy he's cheating on her with...

Because there is cheating; and I'm not inherently against that. I am kind of against the person who was cheated on being like "welp, it is what it is, I FIGURED" about it. Especially when the person who was cheated on is this endlessly giving, nurturing, understanding Black woman who's sort of shuttling between these two white guys who mostly just seem to draw from her "strength". She's so strong that when she finds out her husband cheated on her--with his ex at that--and wants to be with the other person AND her, she's like.. already picked up a book on healthy polyamory? Because she saw this coming?

And like, maybe that book would also have something to say about how to deal with your polyamorous relationship sort of kicking off with infidelity, and how to handle that beyond "I'm good with it, and maybe down the road I'll get someone too, who knows".

So yeah. For all that the book has interesting points and interesting character beats, I really couldn't get past how it felt like Moira was this long-suffering, really cool Black woman with supernatural abilities whose white companions basically kind of jerk her around. And she just takes it like a champ, because she's Strong. It's the Bonnie Bennett issue I referenced above (if you've seen The Vampire Diaries, you get it--if not, then, well, I hope you get it anyway based off of this review). It's not that I didn't like Moira. I did, for sure. I just felt like she was there to serve Rhys and David's narrative, and that made me feel really shitty. Like, I don't want to read white guy m/m with the one dude's wife, a woman of color, going "Have fun, boys!" I want her to have her own role, and I want her to RECEIVE things, versus giving.

The Sex:

There are a few different sex scenes. Nothing crazy, nothing super explicit. Kind of euphemistic. I feel like it would've been hotter if I believed in the relationship(s) more.

If I'm being honest, while this isn't totally without merits, I'd recommend checking out other poly romances over this. I'd also say that if you want to read a Gothic romance series with polyamory and queerness, you could always check out Sierra Simone's Thornchapel books!

I don't think S.T. Gibson intended for the portrayal of Moira to be off the mark; but ultimately, to me this was a case of a writer being much more invested in the M/M than the F. Which is a common issue when you have a "V" triad versus a triangle triad in romance.

Good ideas, and outside of the context of the narrative, good characters. I just think this one needed another draft, at min.

On an audiobook note, Oscar Reyes does a really good job; I've listened to him (actually, on Sierra Simone projects) before, and he's always great.

Thanks to NetGalley and Angry Robot for providing me with an audio copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[ace-aro-taku]

Kuro 195: Summary & Thoughts

Summary:

Story time with Doll™

Her final image? Or the one Undertaker planted?

Circus was fucked without their muderers

Doll is England’s Orphan Kid™

SNAKE IN MOUTH

Snake has Multiple Personality Disorder via Snake Mode™

Finny to Snake: shut the fuck up Snake!

Mmmmm lemon deserts

Doll to Snake: shut the fuck up Snake!

Thoughts:

It was a fairly decent chapter but not a favorite or very enlightening.

This is really putting me on the fence if she really was killed or was taken by Undertaker. Doll being ‘alive’ is near perfect if she were a Bizarre Doll. But if so then why is R!Ciel still struggling?

Clearly she survived something, or Undertaker fixed her right up and threw her back into the Wild for her to wander.

Doll knows, that O!Ciel killed the Circus troupe, Snake thinks they disappeared.

Snake doesn’t know that O!Ciel killed the Circus troupe. Doll doesn’t know that Snake still thinks they’re alive. So this really confuses me a bit because if Doll is part of the R!Ciel club and was explained, I guess this would be a good ploy to get back at O!Ciel, but now it makes me wonder how it’ll go when Snake learns the real truth that O!Ciel killed them.

This whole panel is good, Snakes internal conflict, Doll having a feeling something is up, and Finny literally saying with his eyes for Snake to just shut the fuck up.

Sweets are also a huge key to the boys as it were the Twins favorites. I do think that Lemon flavored things are R!Ciel’s favorite while Chocolate is O!Ciel’s favorite.

I’m sensing Alice and Wonderland vibes with this scene because of everyone’s panic. The orphanage clearly runs on a strict script, rule set, or control in this so everyone is scrambling to correct any mistakes right away before being off with their heads.

R!Ciel still has some control over this place and I think too that if one person fucks up, then their blood will be used to keep him alive.

I wish however that Yana would stop bouncing around the bush and just get on with it. I get she’s a huge writer of the small details that’ll make a big impact later on, like a butterfly effect.

Please feel free to reblog and add on your thoughts!

[remyfire]

Okay but BJ/Hawkeye/Sidney is such a good rare ship! One of the first MASH fics I read was for that OT3 before I even met 2/3 characters involved but GOD was it written so well and reminded me of another OT3 very close to my heart so I just sort of latched on lmao. And frankly it's tragic BJ never had any sessions with Sidney, because he definitely needed it. The man seriously struggled being away from home, let us see him deal with it in a healthy way!

Also aaaaaAHHHH I just watched An Eye for a Tooth and it was so good! I am so fond of Margaret and Hawkeye's friendship and this was such a good episode for that, and it was so nice to see a bit more of Margaret and BJ's friendship as well. It was such a delightful episode to watch all around, I loved all the silly pranks, and the way they all worked together at the end to mess with Charles because of COURSE they figured out he was behind it all, they're truly unstoppable when they put their heads together. And the subplot of Mulcahy wanting that promotion was great too, I always love seeing more Mulcahy storylines and just as much as I can get of him being an absolute sweetheart.

Also I'm complete garbage and relished in every one of the several shower scenes in this episode because mmmmm b o y s

I wish you could see me irl because I just chinhandsed when you said that was one of the first fics you read because I'm imagining that was Flootz's. Flootz, zir impact continues to be so widely spread and appreciated, god bles.

Honestly that's part of what I love so much about the Sidney and BJ dynamic, like, it is so underexplored, and you can easily say that it's because BJ is avoiding being alone with him to be analyzed, and that makes them so so much fun to write together. Just these extreme depths of potential, all the hidden secrets that can be dredged up, all the things BJ didn't actually realize that he buries. It gets me. I need a million more fics about them even if I have to write them all my damn self.

Eye for a Tooth is so much. It's so much. I'm not normal about it. Sometimes I feel bad that I'm not normal about it because the overwhelming majority of people that I know saw That Moment with BJ and Margaret as something unsettling and frightening, and something is probably wrong with me as a person because I Was Not Unsettled At All. Maybe it was because I could tell from the moment that the scene started that something was in the water, so I wasn't actually surprised when it hit, but A, it gave me great characterization and sad-past fodder for young BJ, and B, the hand-holding. The hand-holding, anon. idk if you noted it but in the aftermath, BJ and Margaret are just holding hands literally the entire time until he helps her back to her feet, and it makes me goddamn tender every time. Even then, he is trying to comfort her! Even then, he's holding that lifeline so she can remember the Truth of what just happened! I'm unwell about it! That moment alone takes anything potentially frightening about that scene and obliterates it for me because that. One. Lingering. Handhold. Tells me that even before the scene began, BJ needed her to know that she was safe.

Don't look at me, I'm fine, and I'm very normal about them, don't listen to what anyone else tells you—

The Mulcahy subplot is so interesting to me because I understand him craving recognition because it is a long-running theme that Mulcahy doesn't think he's doing any good on the ground, but I would've loved to see them lean into a conflict inside of him, that he's seeking worldly favor over spiritual fulfillment, that sort of thing? It's probably the ex-evangelical in me but there would've been something so satisfying about him having to actually grapple with the fact that he is basically willfully going against his God-given directive of humility and caretaking through his pursuit of higher rank, higher pay, literally demanding these things from time to time. Very camel through the eye of a needle, right?

That's actually part of the reason I haven't done much with Mulcahy yet in my fics. I know I'm gonna want to dig into that with him but I also know it's going to necessitate a deep dive, and once I start getting into his head, I am not coming out for a very long time fhsdkfd I just really wanna bring these desires of his full circle.

(also the shower scenes are hot as hell and the chopper pilot wanted to blow Mulcahy's back out, I know this in my heart)

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i think the best thing about green geckos winning is that lizzie was with scott irl and was vehemently rooting against her husband and was devastated when his team won KSDGKHF

620 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

People trying to decide if Scott is teasing empires s2 or 3rd/last life s3

652 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#3

Upon Jimmy's insistence that he wasn't a toy, Scott went "what if I want to play with you?" And while in his empire Scott made no less than three handcuff jokes. I hate him (affectionate)

694 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

There's something kind of poetic about all of the buildings burning after Tango, the one commonly associated with fire, dying. The canary died and the blazeborn made sure the world burned because of it.

1,458 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

mmmmm okay i need to rant a little bc i am seeing people shit on scott smajor about pride mcc already. i am so fucking pissed off at all the people who are like “you should be aiming for 100% lgbtq actually 😌” like shut the fuck up. he said 50% MINIMUM. and that’s likely bc of schedule conflicts and shit so every single lgbtq+ streamer who’s ever played mcc might not be available or even sign up. ALSO. STOP FUCKING ASSUMING PEOPLE’S IDENTITIES. there could be streamers participating who might seem “straight” but may actually be queer and just aren’t out yet. like for example, lizzie was in last year’s pride mcc but didn’t come out as bi until after the event. so it’s probably likely that there are people participating who may be out among friends, but not to the community, and that’s fine. people should be able to come out when they’re ready (unlike the fucking fiasco that was basically people forcing dream to come out before he was ready).

also can we take a moment and see how fucking shitty it is that people are being cruel and hateful to a GAY man for organizing a pride event for charity. like take a step back and look at how fucked up that is.

anyway tl;dr- stop fucking complaining about mcc pride and realize there are a lot of logistical things going into this, as well as recognizing that there could be closeted people in the event- or even just allies! shouldn’t the aim be support here? shouldn’t it be nice to see straight people supporting queer people? is it that fucking hard to believe? anyway, support scott smajor or die by my blade

3,247 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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