#and knowing that just makes me more disappointed in myself

[constantfragmentation]

Agreed.

Do I believe Vander blames himself, that he wronged Silco? Yes, I do. But he really doesn't do much beyond extended a weak olive branch to a trusted friend that he just tried to kill. It wasn't a fight that got out of hand, he tried to kill him.

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm sure as hell not going to seek my attempted murderer out afterwards to 'reconcile'. Yeah, no. Silco isn't going to the their special place in the mines, the Drop or anywhere else in FEAR he may run into his attacker and die the next time.

Let's also not forget, the Felica reason is really stupid. He lost his head? The writing is so weak here. Silco and Vander's break seemed more profound than an accidental death of a mutual friend. People get hurt and die in revolts. They had to know there would be casualties or why bother with revolting against Enforcers, who are heavily armed?

Also, if we use a vague timeline between the Day of Ash, Silco recovering from extensive injuries mentally, emotionally and physically, to the point in Arcane S1E1, WHERE... Vander and Benzo make the comment of 'there are worse things than Enforcers out there" meaning Silco and immediately painting him as the big baddie in the first episode.

So, by the age of the kids supposedly on the Day of Ash and then in Ep1, Vander had YEARS to try and contact Silco. They lived in the Underground, know the same people. There's not exactly an infinite places to stay hidden. Vander and Benzo clearly know Silco is operating in the Undercity.

You can't tell me in all those YEARS, Vander couldn't have made the effort to actually contact Silco and clear shit up. He chose not to and continued painting his 'brother' as a bad guy. For someone who 'never forgave himself', he sure didn't make an effort to find his brother. His effort was the weakest ever.

Even his "I never forgave myself" is hollow. No, buddy, you should have been begging your brother's forgiveness for what you did to him. It's this pathetic attempt of Vander's is what I find insulting. We're supposed to go, "oh look he was sorry , if only Silco KNEW!". But it doesn't address the work needed to regain a person's trust and forgiveness.

Vander didn't put in the effort to deserve Silco's forgiveness. End of story.

The mutliverse episode just felt like a slap in the face in this respect. Silco's personality completely changes which makes ZERO sense. The young Silco and Timeline Silco in S2 don't make any sense compared the characterization of Silco in all of S1.

Young Silco HAD to have traits that build into what makes S1 Older Silco. The drowning isn't going to make those traits magically appear. It was always about the cause. Even if Vander apologized, his handling of the Underground and working with Enforcers is what pits Silco against him. THAT is the betrayal.

I don't think Vander's letter would have done much if we're going off S1 Silco explanation of the drowning and aftermath. Silco tried to see if he could get back the 'old Vander' but also knew it might not happen and had Plan B in the wings.

" I let a weak man die".

Silco decided that the cause was still the most important thing to him and learned not to trust anyone so willingly and blindly.

The Felicia angle is so weak. There is no build-up to this magical trio of friends. Silco doesn't seem to know her kids or vice versa. The kids seems to see Silco as an enemy most likely due to Vander and Benzo.

If Silco was a true friend, why doesn't he know the kids or vice versa? You'd think due to their age prior to the bridge, Silco would be a part of their lives and not just Vander?

S2 was such a disappointing mess. If they really wanted to explore these relationships, then they should have laid some of the groundwork in S1 but didn't. The fact it was dealt with in such a sloppy manner and expected fans to love it? That's what bugs me.

And the blatant character assassination of SO many characters in order to make their plot work.

All of S2 was poorly executed. Period.

y'all. y'all know the letter wasn't the apology right. it was the olive branch. "you know where to find me" was an invitation. he couldn't apologize in a letter. he wanted silco to meet him. yeah it was a shit apology. because it wasn't one. my word.

[crowsofdarkness]

The Winter Soldier wants you to ride his knife.

a/n: heads up, this is very dark content. dark content like this works well with the winter soldier. if this is not your cup of tea, that's okay! you do not need to read it. protect yourself first, always.

18+ CW's below the cut(soldat using his knife on you, language, mean!soldat, degradation)

My spine stiffened when I felt cool metal replaced his cock and when it pushed inside of me, I let out a strangled cry. 

“I want your tight cunt to fuck my knife. Understood?” Soldat's teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. 

“Yes sir,” I rasped. 

I should be scared, terrified even, but the idea of fucking something other than a dildo or a dick excited me. 

My walls clenched around the handle of the knife as he forced it in and out of me, slow at first so he could figure out a pace that worked best but then without warning, his pace picked up until he was roughly fucking me with the handle. I spat out dirt and leaves while letting out a cry of euphoria.

Soldat and I had been running through the woods in our nightly training sessions but wanted to make it more exciting. He'd been wearing the mask, us playing a game of cat and mouse. When he caught me, he practically tackled me to the ground.

The handle of his knife was smaller than a dick but with the force of it slamming in and out of me, it was just enough to light the fire low in my gut and made the base of my spine buzz with the familiar feeling. My orgasm was building like a tidal wave, ready to crash into the shore and taking whoever in its path. 

“I’m so close,” I panted as my body writhed underneath the weight of Soldat as he leaned over me, still fucking me with the knife handle. 

“You’re so fucking wet. You're such a whore for my knife. The way you sound while I fuck you with it is making my cock so hard,” he groaned when he leaned back and gazed down at the knife settling in between my legs. 

“Don’t stop. Please,” I begged, whining when he pulled the knife out completely. 

I was then faced with its slick handle in front of me and I nearly gasped when I saw my arousal dripping from it onto the ground. 

“Lick it clean,” his gruff voice ordered me, distorted by his mask.

“What if I cut myself?” I gave way to my worry if I licked it too far and sliced my tongue on the sharp blade. 

Soldat brushed away the strands of hair full of dirt away from my face before I felt his warm breath against my cheek. 

“I’ll make sure you won’t,” the sincerity in his voice made something flutter low in my gut. 

My eyes flicked over to him as he leaned over my shoulder and gone was the darkness that lay inside of them. A light broke through and it was at that moment I noticed they were a mahogany color. All I could see was his eyes, his mask covering the bottom half of his face. That’s all I needed to know that he was breathtakingly gorgeous. 

Ever so slowly, he pressed the handle of the knife between my lips and I tasted the bittersweet taste of my arousal, humming in pleasure. 

“I bet you taste so fucking good,” Soldat sighed, almost disappointed that he wasn’t able to taste me himself. 

Soon, those dark eyes promised.

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What would your broken heart feel about your nuptial union ? (18+)

PILE 3 

SONG : Georgia on My mind - Ray Charles

2 wands, World, 3 cups (reverse), Emperor (reverse) 

Y’all ate your 12 red grapes under the table this year. 

The reading is you take down your wedding day hairstyle while your husband is setting up the room (whatever that means …) and you look at the mirror, there's a flash of your older self. 

(You are caressing your wedding ring.) 

I was pissed when they brought him back into my life again. When I ate the 12 red grapes we had just broken up … I know I am the one who decided to end things because I could not handle the purity of his love. Yes I know it was probably a very bitchy move to eat the grape under the table but I thought that maybe with someone else I would be able to open my heart more easily. I was so scared to break him. I’ve been broken so many times before. I did not want to be the reason that turn him into an helpless in love like the loser that I am. Maybe it is the red string theory or maybe it is the karma because I try to play in the Universe face but here I am proudly married to my first and last love. Is all thanks to him. He came back into my life, while I was starting to date around (tears of disappointment are making their way on your cheeks. You are so disappointed that you almost fall into an old cycle because you could not handle the goodness of his love) again. Can’t believe  I told him to wait his turn. Can't believe I told him that he was not  the only one. Can't believe I told him that it will pass. People always love me before I become too much and other times I destroy it  myself before it can destroy me. In all seriousness, I think I first ran away because I was scared of the pain that was going to come when it would all fell apart, like it usually does. How fucked of me to think so lowly of our union at first ? My sweet boy used to text me when drunk just to tell me how much loved me. How much he loved my brown skin, my curly hair and my curves and if he could he would ditch his boys and come hug me or just stare at me but he knows I need space and space is essential in a relationship. My sweet boy would ask anybody walking our way to take a picture of both of us so that if anything happens to him, he will not just remember to love me, but seeing both of us will show us how deeply he cared for me. My sweet boy has a parent with dementia which scar him, so he can't seem to go a day without writing me a letter, taking a picture or telling me ‘’I love u’’ . His words : ‘’ I will never forget to love you. You hear me ( your name), I will  forget how to breathe before I forget you’’. My sensitive baby is always so emotional. Never afraid of letting the tears flow. Always expressing to anyone who wants to hear him how much he loves me even when  the conversation has nothing to do with me ( ME: lol). It was so hard to make my way back into his family and friend group which I understood when I saw him again. He lost weight, he had such huge under eye bags and yet he called my name with much sweetness. I heard from  the grapevine, he drank so much more trying to make it hurt less and his friend would hide his phone because he would try to text me and call me. Which would end up with him sobbing (not u trying to keep it in… Is ok baby …). One day, I allowed him back. He asks for a hug, pleads for it,  promising that after that he would forever leave me alone. If that's what I wanted. I hugged him, cried, he cried, holding on strongly to me while comforting me and I promise myself to never ever let go again. 

(HIM: BABE … BABE … you can come out … I have a surprise for you. You can't answer because you are still crying and you don't want him to worry. HIM : (he knocks) Babe are u ok ? Can I enter ? Talk to me … baby ..; You open the door mascara running) 

Couple days before you let him see you again, you're going to make out with another boy. Claiming you are ready for something new. When the boy will try to make a move on your inner thigh, you will panic. I even think that you will kiss him, a loud voice in your mind will remind you how wrong it is. Also you are an amazing kisser but babe this is a very poor performance … I feel bad for the dude making out with you. Too much lips (is that even possible) and too much tongue. 

Your future husband loves kissing your whole body as a form of foreplay. Love caressing you, always checking up on you while sharing the intimate moment with you. Even when his inside you and your eyes are close, he makes sure that you feel good. He always checks your mannerism to make sure he isn't hurting you. Y’all dirty talking is more like love making affirmation. Is it not dirty or degrading, still very sexy but is more emotional than vulgar. 

Y’all were raised in different ways. You both have similar financial background but different parenthood. When I channel him, everything around him is orange and yellow. I can clearly see his friend and I can feel the love of his parents. There's a warmth that radiates from him. Also he grew up seeing his parents very much in love. The fact that their love survives the illness of one of them is like an ultimate confirmation that he wants the same for himself. He always wanted marriage, the house, kids and dogs, let's not forget the close group of friends. It will not surprise me if in one of his graduation speeches he commented, only really caring  about finding a wife. On your side is a light cold blue. Maybe your childhood bedroom was painted blue. The house is cold, so you may enjoy staying by yourself. Side note : U is very pretty. I know you may be tired of hearing that but babe your beauty is too strong for me to just move on. Actually for anyone to move on. Anyways back on track, your parents were never home busy with their career. Like you grew up on your own, no noise, lonely silence. Still very financially stable. Is not like they're working to keep a roof over your head. I think they told you multiple times in some way shape or form  that their career is more important than you. 

[altacctforastarion]

The Orange Peel Theory

Astarion x reader, no pronouns, no y/n, no warnings for this one.

Crack fic treated seriously. It was supposed to be kind of angsty, but I made myself laugh so it’s really just fluffy humor now.

You’re not really a fan of the newspaper after your encounter with the people who distribute it trying to ruin your reputation, but the kid just looked so disappointed when you said no to buying one, and really it’s not expensive, so you go back and tell him you changed your mind, and he was so convincing and good at his job while you pay him and take it with you on your way back to Elfsong. The fight with Orin had left your group a little worse for wear, so the group unanimously agreed to take the day off.

It was early morning still, some fog still lingering in the eerily empty streets, and you really don’t like that the city is this quiet, despite hating how loud it usually is, but you needed supplies and with some healing potions and food in your pack you were happy to go back to the tavern and relax with the others. Or at least Astarion in your private room, though he may still be trancing when you return. You’d placed a note on your pillow, just in case he woke up and came looking to save you from some unknown danger with the others in tow. Though, your group half-asleep running around the town like lunatics does sound like an interesting morning, and you laugh to yourself just thinking about it.

When you get to your room Astarion is still trancing, and you throw away the note before climbing into bed with your newspaper, and after awhile you’re about to toss it to the side, sick of reading about nasty rumors written about people who obviously didn’t just sneak in and change the paper like you had, when something catches your eye.

It’s an article that explains “the orange peel theory” stating that if you ask a man to peel an orange for you and he doesn’t your relationship isn’t strong. You’re sure the article means well, maybe it’s even helped some people, but Astarion watches your back in battle, is rude to everyone but you, steals things to repair or replace with something better, and shows you every part of him. He doesn’t need to peel an orange for you to prove he loves you.

You laugh quietly, and put the newspaper off to the side before curling up in bed and getting more sleep. Usually you’d curl up with him, but you don’t want to wake him, so you keep your distance.

—

When you wake, curled up on your side facing Astarion, you’re met with him staring at you. You jump, surprised, but calm down quickly, this is normal for him, watching you sleep and not having the sense to move away when you start to wake up. What’s unusual though, is that he looks slightly afraid? You can’t really tell, not a happy look though.

“Astarion? What’s wrong?”

“I’d do anything for you.” He says, reaching for your hands, one of his holding both of yours.

“I- thank you?” You’ve no clue what he’s talking about. He’s acting so strange, you’ve never seen him this way before.

He finally stops his staring, getting out of bed and leaving the room. You sit up, confused and alarmed, thinking of following him but then you hear banging on the door to the room next of yours, where all of your companions are and decide to see where this goes.

“Astarion? Why are you-“ you hear Gale as he opens the door, and then some scrambling in the other room, along with some of your companions asking Astarion what in the hells he’s looking for, or just groaning as their sleep is interrupted. “Are you mad? You could have just knocked and asked, you know. Instead of whatever this is.”

“Shut up, Gale. I’m making a point.” You hear your partner growling out the words, and then he’s opening the door to your room again, with something in his hand.

“Astarion! Will you please tell me what all of this is about?” You demand answers, and maybe later you’ll demand he apologize to the rest of your companions, but for now you just need to know why he’s worked himself up this much.

He sits on the bed next to you, not answering and not looking at you, too focused on whatever he has in his hands.

Oh. He must of read the paper.

It’s an orange. And he’s peeling it, carefully, as if disarming a trap. You watch him wordlessly, as he’s slowly peeling this orange that’s caused so much havoc.

When he’s done, he delicately takes one of the pieces off the fruit and finally looks at you, as he starts moving the piece towards your face, “I’d peel an orange for you. You didn’t even have to ask. Now open your mouth.”

You don’t, that’s weird, all of this is weird, instead you reach up and take the piece of fruit and put it in your own mouth, chewing and swallowing, stopping his hands from getting you another piece.

“Thank you but this is entirely unnecessary, though I do appreciate it.”

“ I saw the article, and you weren’t lying with me when I woke up. Obviously you were upset I haven’t peeled any oranges for you, I apologize, now have another piece. Open your mouth, you don’t even have to do any work, just lay back and I’ll give you orange slices.”

“I bought the paper, I read it, I thought it was stupid- Astarion put the orange down or so help me- and then I went to sleep. I didn’t want to wake you so I kept my distance, and then I wake up to you assaulting Gale and trying to force feed me an orange. All caught up?”

“You didn’t go to sleep upset with me?” He asks, so open and vulnerable and sad that it hurts.

“No, and I don’t even like oranges that much. You’ve done a million things that show me you love me, including this disaster. I don’t need an orange.”

“Right then.” An awkward smile graces his lips, “So you don’t want this orange?”

“No, and never try to force feed me again, please.”

Once again he stands and leaves the room, and you just close your eyes and wait for his return this time, wondering how angry they’ll be about whatever he’s gone to do this time.

“Astarion, I’m not letting you in again, you’ve made a mess, and Lae’zel wants you dead. What do you want this time? An apple?” Gale is whispering, like he’s afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t, and you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“Darling! Would you like an apple?” He’s yelling, because he’s a lovely, kind man with no gods damned sense. You hear Lae’zel loudly curse him.

“No thank you.” You do not yell, because you do have sense.

“Then no, no apple. Here is this back, you all have a lovely day, especially you, my very angry, very close friend.” She growls out some more curses, but you don’t hear her drawing her sword, so you consider it a win.

“Astarion, I don’t want your orange.” Gale protests, but Astarion is already coming back to your room, locking the door behind him. He comes back to the bed, laying down and pulling you towards him.

You decide against scolding him, kissing him instead, and telling him that you’d do anything for him as well.

[sturniowhore]

Ik no one asked for my opinion but I still wanna say what I wanna say

This was the worst surprise in the history of surprises. Bc wdym another tour!?!?! And not even international tours either. Canada and Mexico are literally right there, get your stupid passports, put the GPS on and DRIVE. They already did 2 US tours in 2023 we don't need more.

I hate to break it to everyone but this is clearly a cash grab. Idk if yall noticed but they're views are TANKING and they barely go live anymore or post on tiktok/Instagram so they wanted a way they could get money fast.

Call me selfish if you want but this is unfair for the people who can't afford to get tickets. It's literally impossible for some people to drop everything and dip into their savings account just to see 3 men talk on a stage. Me included.

I only recently was able to get merch during the black friday/cyber Monday sale (which really wasn't a sale but that's conversation for another day) I can't afford to pay thousands of dollars just to get a quick group selfie and a signed photo, I'm already drowning in debt from student loans and tuition I don't want to dig myself in a deeper hole. And I bet there are tons of other fans in worse situations than me. Some fans probably don't even know if they will be eating dinner tonight. The last thing they have to worry about is missing out on tour experiences.

Idk I'm just beyond disappointed with the triplets and this "surprise" and I needed somewhere to vent to lol

Also the whole live podcast concept is stupid. They could have made S2 of cut the cameras, or they could've asked for confessions via Instagram and read them live on twitch, that way everyone had a chance to be included AND they could still make money with subs.

They also need to fire Laura and find a new manager bc if this was the best idea they could come up with I'm concerned. Laura isn't even that good of a manager she barely gets them any brand deals or anything, I feel like she also pitched this idea to them to make money herself to but I digress.

Thanks for taking the time to read

[eliasmelody]

PART 2!

Tag: Evelyn x f! reader, Richard x f!reader, Sangria x f!reader, Ithaqua x f!reader, maid reader

Warning: grammar & spelling

INTRO:

The manor loomed in the distance, its silhouette hidden by thick mist. Occasionally, events would unfold within its walls, an enigma that few could comprehend. To survivors, they were a cruel mockery; to hunters, it was nothing more than a meaningless occurrence. Yet, no one understood the manor’s logic. All they could do was follow, drawn by its unrelenting pull.

✦.───────── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ───────── .✦

Faro lady - Evelyn Mora

She notices your gaze on her dress and can't help but smirk. Evelyn is aware of her own beauty and how it affects others. In the past, she used it for her own advantage in high society, gaining trust and maneuvering through social circles. So it's not surprising that she finds your reaction amusing.

But still, a compliment is a compliment, and she is eager to accept every bit of it.

"Ah, you have a good eye for beauty. I have to admit, I do look quite captivating in red, don't I?" She said before you could even utter a word. With a small twirl, she let the skirt of the dress flutter slightly. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her slender waist and curves, as she basked in the attention.

You blush and nod shyly, barely managing to whisper.

"Oh~ Don't be jealous, sweetheart. I'm sure we can find something more fitting for you" Evelyn cooed, lifting your chin with a soft touch.

You blinked at her, puzzled. "...Me?"

She gives you a sweet smile, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Yes, you."

She steps closer, her voice smooth and velvety. "You're quite an adorable maid, aren't you. Running around helping with the festival. I bet you'd look stunning in the proper attire."

"... For what?" You ask, still confused, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

She hums softly, a playful glint in her eyes.

"My little assistant, hun." She replies dramatically, her hand fluttering as though she’s performing on stage. “I need someone to hold my things, make sure my dress stays perfect, and attend to any little details that might distract me from enjoying myself.”

Her tone is playful, but the way she looks at you makes it clear that there's no escaping this role she's crafted for you. "Of course, I’ll make sure you're treated well, fine clothes, special privileges for your... help today."

"How?" you ask warily, suspicion creeping into your voice. There's no way she knows the manor's rules for maids... does she?

"I have my ways." She replies, a sly smile playing on her lips.

You sigh, resigned, know there's no escaping it now. But you're still not entirely sure about this. It's all so new to you, and the rewards don’t exactly sound tempting enough to outweigh the uncertainty.

Evelyn's smile widens as she adds, "And no tomorrow’s chores."

“Deal.”

Knight - Richard Sterling

He chuckled as he noticed the expression on your face. "Ah, you seem a bit disappointed to see me."

"Go away." You say, turning your back on him.

His smirk grows as he takes a step closer, invading your space. "No need to be so rude."

"I'm busy. So, if you don’t mind, I’m really not interested in anything you have to say."

He leans in even closer, his face mere inches from yours, his smirk never faltering, clearly relishing the subtle irritation in your eyes.

"Careful." He murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "I could easily silence that sharp tongue of yours, you know? After all… a damsel in distress shouldn’t be so harsh on her knight."

"I am not a—" you start, but before you can finish, he cuts you off with a teasing glance.

He brings a hand to your waist, his touch surprisingly gentle as he steadies you. "Oh, you're not a damsel in distress, huh?"

He responds mockingly, his smirk still on his face. "Then what are you, darling? Just a pretty maid, lost in this manor, with no one to protect her, no one to take care of her?”

His words drip with mockery, and a sharp memory surfaces, the time you’d slipped out of your duties, avoiding the long, pointless task the manor had assigned you. It wasn’t like anyone knew, except for him. The weight of his knowing gaze lingers as his smirk deepens, a challenge in his eyes.

You narrow your eyes, suspicion creeping in. "What do you want?"

Leaning in, his gaze fixed on yours, full of mockery and challenge.

"What do I want, you ask?" His dry chuckle lingers in the air as his smirk widens, his voice lowering, dark and deliberate.

"You, darling. I want you… "

A cold shiver runs down your spine as his words hang in the air. His dark, dangerous eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity, as if they’re searching for something deep within you. You swallow hard, the unease settling in your chest as his gaze holds you captive.

"... to accompany me tonight."

And suddenly, it's gone. The weight of his gaze lifts, and the tension in the air fades, leaving you breathless and confused.

"What?"

"Tonight, 8 o'clock. I would like to see the color white on you." His smirk returns, lips curling as he steps back, his voice smooth and teasing.

You stand there, feeling the weight of his words lingering in the air long after he's gone.

"...But I don't have any white—Ugh"

Maybe Vera will have some spare for you.

Opera singer - Sangria

She quietly observes, refrain from darkening the atmosphere for those who wish to celebrate.

The unease in her eyes betrays her calm exterior. It's been a while since she's sung, and she’s torn between feeling honored and anxious when being invited. The weight of the moment seems heavy on her shoulders even though it's just a small event.

"You look nervous”

Sangria glances down at the small frame of the manor maid, her gaze lingering for a moment.

Sangria's eyes soften slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. "It's been so long, I'm not sure I'm ready" She admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even though this stage is smaller than the one in my hometown"

Your face brightened slightly. "You've performed elsewhere before? I mean, of course you have. Your title is opera singer, after all."

You couldn't help but blush, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Sorry, I've never met an opera singer before. Hence, I've never watched opera."

Sangria raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really?" she asked, her tone gentle. "Not even once?"

You shook your head, a bit sheepish. "Unfortunately, I always thought it was... too formal or something. Like, I wouldn't fit in."

She laughed softly, a warm, reassuring sound. "Opera may appear daunting at first glance, but once you immerse yourself in it, you'll find it far more intimate than most presume. It’s not about conforming; it’s about surrendering to the music, allowing the emotions to consume you."

Sangria caught herself rambling and cleared her throat. She give you a sheepish smile. "I tend to get a bit carried away when it comes to... this."

You chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "It’s okay. I mean, if I had a passion like that, I’d probably do the same."

She laughed, her eyes softening. "It’s not just a passion, it was my life. But I suppose everyone has their own thing that makes them feel alive, right?"

You smile softly, taking in her words. The silence stretches for a few moments, both of you lost in the quiet. Then, her name is called. Just before leaving, she turns back to you.

She glances over her shoulder with a playful smile, her eyes locking with yours. "Say, I would love a glass of champagne after my show."

You bow slightly. "Right away, ma’am."

Her smile deepens, and with a final glance, she turns toward the stage.

You hadn’t expected her to be so friendly. Maybe not all hunters are as intimidating as they seem. Some just need the right person to see their true side.

Night Watch - Ithaqua

The hunter is currently standing on the balcony of one of the manor's many luxurious rooms, his hand gently gripped around the railing that lines the balcony's edge. His gaze is fixed on the garden below, which is currently bathed in intense light. It hurts his eyes, not used to so much color.

He lets out a low sigh before glancing at the door that leads into the room behind him. He really didn't appreciate the amount of people that would be present in the manor this time.

Ithaqua’s eyes scan you, lingering on every detail of your figure. The intensity of his gaze sharpens with each passing second. Then, a smirk curls on his lips as realization hits.

"Well, if it isn’t the little mouse" He says with a teasing edge.

You sigh, already knowing what’s coming. "Can you stop calling me that?"

"Why would I?" He replies with a shrug, his tone playful yet laced with something darker.

You roll your eyes, frustration bubbling up. "It’s childish. I’m not some helpless thing for you to toy with."

Ithaqua’s grin spreads wider, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

"Always scurrying around, cleaning the corners of the manor."

"… Me?" You reply, raising an eyebrow, but his unwavering gaze locks onto you.

"Yes" He answers, the word dripping with amusement.

"Sneaking around at night"

"… It’s my duty to check the hallways" You say, a hint of defensiveness creeping in.

"Small" He muses, his lips curling at the corners. His voice is almost a purr.

"Hey" You snap, stepping back slightly, irritated.

His voice drops to a whisper, too soft, too intimate, as though he’s speaking directly into your ear. "A mouse."

You groan in frustration, crossing your arms tightly. No matter what you say, he just won’t stop. You sigh, knowing he won’t relent. It’s almost like he enjoys getting under your skin. His smirk only grows, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

You tap your shoes impatiently, not even bothering to look at him. His gaze still burns into you, unwavering and unrelenting.

After a long silence, he picks up a chocolate, studying it for a moment before his smirk returns. With a casual motion, he extends the piece toward you.

"Here" he says, the teasing still present in his voice. "A treat for my little mouse."

"... Mouse doesn't eat chocolate" You mutter, your tone pointed.

Ithaqua’s smirk only deepens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "So you admit you're one?"

"..."

":)"

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Source: idea from “"IDV x The Chara cafe collaboration" (None of the pictures are mine)

[amber-jinx]

Starting out the original post I've stated that Arcane season 2 has its wins and should be celebrated for. Fortiche that's recommended more episodes shouldn't be dragged.

My bad for the Isha part then, wasn't obvious enough to piece that together, and it felt really abrupt having her introduced in a music video. Jinx and Vi's parents could very well be working in other jobs dealing with machinery and wearing the same hat. How easy is it for the audience to piece those together? They could've just shown how Isha broke free from the children's mine. The lack of run time can't be used as all excuses. Certain priorities have to be made for the audience to understand things smoothly.

Don't know how obvious the miner bit is, because that didn't occur to me at all. (And then people are gonna blame the audience for not understanding something. It's all going in circles-- how things are said vs how they're received, e.g. the dirt in your nails line, having cultural differences and different perspectives coming into play.)

Who's to say season 2 fanatics don't have confirmation biases? Just because they loved it so much, they dig for all the good and ignore valid criticisms, kinda showed through your reblogs. The whole point of my blog is simply to recognise both it's good and its flaws. If you want to defend the show against hate posts, go ahead. But that's not my intention here.

There are other valid points many and myself have made with the tag, so I don't think focusing on extremes is a good idea. The original post I made is to recognise the good and the bad of something, which is different from what you're trying to do. Arcane season 2 did not win best writing or awards related to that for a reason. It won't those Annie awards also for a reason. It's good to just recognise that, and move on.

You haven't seen ridiculous misunderstandings and nitpicking? You should see people slandering Rachel Amber from Life is Strange. People have been ignoring details and bashing on her for years, even after the fandom has died. As I mentioned in the first post, it's 2 sides of the same coin. Except I'm on the other side of it this time, but with valid points.

It seems that you're also lumping season 1 and 2 as a whole when talking about the awards. Season 1 won more in certain categories that season 2 wasn't nominated for. Best video game adaptation is not won by season 2. The argument that arcane has won every category possible isn't valid because we're talking about how season 2 has declined. Yes, Amanda has done well in certain areas, but has also inserted a lot of her own wishes into a sequel, breaking the continuity without any run time to break it's fall.

People are disappointed for a reason due to the lack of nuance and the great potential this show has as a sequel, not on its own. Have you seen some of the things Christian and Amanda has been saying? They don't make any sense. I suggest you read that linked post in detail (especially one of its replies to the comments -- with quotes on what Amanda's saying in interviews), to see different viewpoints.

At the end of the day, defend or criticise it, it's just a show. Riot is gonna do riot, and people are allowed their opinions. If you're sick of something, move on. Good day.

Seriously why are some people defending Arcane S2 like their life depended on it. The music was top tier, some parts were good, Fortiche has topped their game. Marvelous job by Fortiche. While acknowledging the good we also must acknowledge the bad just to be real and so Riot can improve upon their future seasons. Incoherent writers, shitty plot, so many loose ends, the lack of showtime, Cait? Caitvi? Vi??? All the random undeveloped characters (this did not happen in s1)? The discontinuation from season 1?? Using parallels just for the sake of it without much meaning? ...

This is like a flip side to defending Rachel Amber all over again... See both sides of the coin people 😪

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

ew 5am vent on main pls ignore this

open communication is only so difficult because you have to be vulnerable. “hey can you stop doing (normal thing) because i’m so stupidly insecure and emotionally immature that it absolutely ruins me every time” ?!?!?! i’d literally rather die than admit that to anyone

[yanguazalie]

A heart-warming moment of brothers who LOVE EACH OTHER. ISN'T THAT RIGHT???

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

My emotions need to leave me the fuck alone, I don't know how much more I can take. 😣

[kimtaegis]

I’m feeling quite sad about how much the active bts fandom on tumblr has shrunk and/ or how selective the community has become regarding content interaction. I’ve heard people pointing out a clique-building here lately, and while I’m well aware of closer mutual circles existing – and I can only speak on behalf of my friend group here – these pretty much develop naturally when there’s just no one else who reacts, reblogs from and talks to you anymore except for these handful of people. I don’t like that some people perceive these “cliques” as “exclusive”, for example to content creators only. that’s bullshit; it’s certainly not great to have only other cc’s support your work because they personally know how much time and effort it takes. also, knowing how lovely most of these people are, you’d get immediately followed back and showered with love too as soon as you’d even show a speckle of kindness on a regular basis, regardless of whether you make gifs yourself or not. ccs dedicating sets to each other isn’t a sign of exclusivity, but rather us holding onto and appreciating people who still give us at least some motivation to create and post in the first place anymore, because there’s quite literally no one else left by now.

[alexjcrowley]

Just saw the F1 (Brad Pitt) movie trailer thanks I hate it

[pastelaspirations]

So, u h.

H O W. HOW, I ASK. ALL I DO IS POST ART ONCE IN A BLUE MOON AND MAKE REALLY CURSED REBLOGS. LIKE, I'M SO VERY GLAD YOU'RE HERE, BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW OR WHY YOU'RE HERE-

I also like. Make really angsty, ungodly long fanfics that I do absolutely nothing to promote on this dumpster fire of a blog, but that's besides the point- ANYWAY. HAVE SOME REALLY SKETCHY DOODLES THAT I DID TO THANK YA MAD LADS ;_;

Thank ya, thank ya, you absolute mad lads. I will uh... continue to do what I do. Thank you for joining the ride, even though it's less of a ride and more that I found an abandoned theme park ride and decided to ride it as a prolonged death wish and you inexplicably strapped yourself in next to me with the moldy seatbelt-

[rainingincale]

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[walking-loather]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.

[novadreii]

If your life circumstances have always required from you an abnormal amount of strength and resilience, I see you. If your inner child lets out a small sob anytime someone compliments you on that strength, I see you. If that strength translates to you being some form of domineering/abrasive because you learned early on that your lot in life was to take care of yourself because nobody else ever did, I see you. If you are so fucking angry all the time and can't pinpoint why, I see you. If you've had to watch as people you care about continue to abandon you in adulthood because you grew up to be type A, controlling and assertive, I see the fuck out of you. It's not your fault that nobody ever gave you a soft place to land so that you could be your true self. And I won't inundate you with condescending platitudes about how you'll find your person/people one day.

Some of us are lucky, but to depend on external sources for your well being is a crap shoot. I won't tell you to keep looking for your home in other people. Home is where you are. Take that strength you've painstakingly cultivated since you were a child, and quadruple it. Become bulletproof, unbreakable. Don't let anyone else find a fault line in you to exploit ever again.