#and started shitting on it in MY ask box

[twilleansparks]

LMFAO THATS ME I'M GIGGLING

DO NOT HARASS ANYONE IN THIS POST

Ah yes, apparently WE are obsessed despite them still defending an abusive kitty cat, insulting anyone who dares to criticize her and most antis using their blog casually so they can vent their frustrations. Yeah no, we are obsessed.

[storiesofsvu]

Requests are CLOSED!!!

There is too much shit going on, i’m busy enough in real life, I have more than enough requests to work on along with multiple series to start plotting out and to be completely honest? Some of y’all have been pretty fucking annoying & demanding recently, so everyone has lost the opportunity.

[orcelito]

Super sexy me is so sexy I accidentally set off the fire alarm while baking pie shells for my pumpkin pie. And now I don't know if I should've even baked them in the first place. But well. Too late now 👍

[i-like-books-and-women]

Okay so I haven't listened to the book in the past couple days but there's this line from one of Zach's chapters that I can't stop thinking about cause it's like "good God that's so fucked" he says something along the lines of "I might have to work to transition from cute to hot but Rubens already there" and potentially in the same line but also maybe not cause I don't remember he says something close to "I have to make the switch from cute to hot if I want to have a career" which is like? Like it's so gross dude. Zach and Angel are barely 18 like tf- like yeah sex sells but Jesus christ what in the fuck. And then like the internalized issues?? Like it's not quite the same vein it's similar tho. I've always been "the fat kid" since I was in elementary school and let me tell you comparing your body to your friends' is literally the quickest way to start resenting them and hating yourself. Quite literally chorus was kinda pitting them against each other and started instilling body image issues in very impressionable teenagers and then was like *surprised Pikachu face* when they were all starting to show signs of depression and anxiety and started fighting and started doing dumb shit and drugs to try and cope.

[nyxypoo]

tempting...

[deaddcas]

I've watched the critical role campaigns out of order and I have some thoughts. This is focused on C2 and C3.

So I started with Bells Hells and I adore them, each character brings me so much joy and the storyline is unlike anything I've seen. I only started watching in September 2022 and I'm very new to dnd. I caught up quickly and then watched C1 (I didnt like it as much but it was still good). Now I knew before watching it that there was a tremendous amount of love for C2, but in truth I feel a little disconnected from it. The main issue I've had is that when I looked for community and other new people who just started watching CR, I found so many people dunking on C3 and using it to say how great C2 is. I get that everyone has their own opinions and I understand if you prefer one over the other, but some of these comments are unnecessary.

I'm only on episode 12 of C2 but I'll be honest, I'm not massively in love with it. I'm still gonna watch it all but I feel like my enjoyment has been tainted heavily by the fandom. This is just my experience, I'm not trying to start a fight. Does anyone else feel the same way?

[coolnonsenseworld]

I've been working on a lot of new pieces and making them into merch, but before I start posting all of them you can go check out in the shops (linktr.ee/mezzy) Valentine's Bundle - merch that celebrates love (.... I mean klance, but I added Cuddlers as well, because I bet that if everyone had a Cuddler, world would be a better place).

There is a discount code fo 14% off of the Valentine's bundle - 7 codes for each shop (Bigcartel and Payhip) so use LO7E at the check out for a discount!

Happy Valentine's everyone thank you so much for sharing this with me and see you with the next post 💕💖💖

[emmashouldbewriting]

I actually can’t believe a blog thinks Kate is 7 months pregnant🤣

I honestly hate pregnancy discussions, I think it's the one thing we should keep to ourself and not a narrative or speculation we should keep constantly pushing

I did this today. I thought Zara might have a little bump and instead of posting that do you know what I said to myself? "Maybe she's pregnant. Maybe she ate a very large sandwich for lunch. Maybe she's on her period and bloated. But the contents of another woman's uterus is actually none of my business," and I moved on. It took me like 5 seconds

People in this fandom would do well to respect their fellow women in such a way tbh

[serendipitous-mage]

why do fire alarm batteries

ONLY

ever need replacing when you are dead fucking asleep

did i enrage god? does she hate me now as i too hate this creation of ours? when will she replace MY batteries

[stinkrascal]

I think that maybe we should all move past this? I’m not saying the anon is right and as a matter of fact I disagree with them as well but being rude and encouraging rude behavior from others towards the anon doesn’t make you any better. Also as the anon stated, it was just a matter of opinion and not a fact so I really see no reason to get worked up about it. Honestly, let’s be mature adults about this.

i didnt even start this conversation, but sure anon

[phagodyke]

omg.... my new nearest audiology department actually has an EMAIL TO CONTACT!!!!!!! we're so fucking back baby

[pupkou]

i’m literally going to **** ******

[anaalnathrakhs]

ghezikjfjekzjkezn i cannot fucking WAIT to move out

[sithteeth]

After @thes0upermarket posted this aaaamazing art for my fic, I got some new followers, hi new followers!! 👋

I’ve been really enjoying reading the tags on the art, saying that you like Mos Nowhere (!!!), or plan to read it, that’s so nice of you, thank you! Also Chess is so talented and they deserve all the props!!

[riftwalker-limbro]

awakening

masterpost

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The bubbles had accompanied them for the longest time. They only noticed the sound when it was gone.

They only knew the bliss they had been in when they were suddenly kneeling on a cold floor, trying to move limbs that felt like a stranger's, heavy as stone.

The pain they were in was pervasive, dull and sharp at the same time, but it was suddenly pierced by another sensation, much sharper and invasive - on their left thigh, and their right shoulder, they became aware of a searing pain, suddenly blazing-hot, as something pierced their skin.

The fresh pain helped them focus a little more on what was going on around them, however, and sounds and voices trickled in. Rough-sounding grunting in a language that sounded vaguely familiar but unintellegible, and the clicking of several metal parts coming down onto stone, together, in a rhythm.

They focused, and their vision flickered back online: someone swaggering away from them, the ends of his mechanical legs the only visible things, clawed like a raptor's feet, as he bragged about how "you're my prize now".

What?

"No!" he commanded suddenly, and they heard the rattle of several guns being jerked back in surprise, as he continued muttering, too soft for them to hear now.

They lifted their head. A decently-sized squad of Grineer stood in front of them, the bird-legged one disappearing around the corner behind the squad.

A reservoir within them that had been empty before, that they hadn't known existed before, filled with power as their ears filled with a voice that inspired trust and brought back half-remembered scenes of battle. Awareness of danger flooded their senses as the memories - didn't quite come back fully, but touched the surface of where they were buried. Half-forgotten instincts reared up within them.

"I can't lose another Tenno," the voice in their ears said, "I'm surging your Warframe's power systems."

The reservoir overflowed, and suddenly, they were up from where they had been crouching on the floor, light exploding from their chest outwards, snuffing out the life in the Grineer who had remained in the building with them.

Their senses were back, they were standing up on their feet, and the feeling of danger was screaming at them in the back of their mind. They had to get out of there.

Another Grineer rounded the corner and saw the fallen soldiers. The new one registered as a target to them, somehow, and before he could shout for help, they had activated - something, and it pulled on the reservoir, and suddenly they were holding a shard of light, and it had just sliced through the soldier.

This, they could work with: memorizing the pattern of activation-movement-action, registering that it was as close to automatic as- as- they couldn't remember.

Their vision was still woozy, even though the pain had faded fast. The world didn't quite feel real. The voice guided them to weapons, saying to "arm yourself", and guided them onwards. It promised safety, extraction from this dangerous place. They were holding a sword, no longer made of light but cold dark steel, and then a handgun. They felt familiar, and Grineer fell before them like flies as they made their way through the camp. Their limbs were no longer made of stone as they clambered across the terrain fluidly, nearly flying across chasms.

"You made it," the voice in their ears said, "there's the extraction ship!"

A Liset - where did that name come from? - was suddenly in the sky above them, and briefly, hope roared within them, and they reached out a hand.

Then the Liset was pierced by a torpedo, and below it, they saw the bird-legged one again, holding a rocket launcher.

They saw red.

The next moments are more of a haze than the rest, but when they came to again, they were still standing, and running again, away from the burning-fresh wreckage. Urgency itched in their head, and they ran through the tunnel, dispatching any soldier they encountered. At the end of the tunnel, the terrain opened up again, and there was-

Another Liset, much dustier than the other one, with lights they could see flickering, fighting to stay on, through the cracked glass. This one was held down with chains, a crude Grineer measure to keep it from flight. They cut through the restraints easily with the shard of light, as the voice in their ears instructed them to. Then, another new voice rang out, this one more familiar than the other one, and bringing with it feelings and memories again, more of battle, but also of home.

Ordis said - because that's his name, their ship Cephalon's name was- is Ordis - said his engines needed to cycle first before they could leave, so they easily defended the Liset against the Grineer trying to mount an attack to keep the ship and - Warframe? Tenno? - there, while he warmed up the systems. When their roar had reached deafening levels, Ordis shouted "Operator!", and a hatch on the Liset's underside opened. More muscle memory than anything else, they jumped up, twisting, allowing the magnets to take hold of their body, and felt the ship groan as it shook off the final particles of dust and chain, Ordis hastily turning it upwards and launching it into orbit.

With the immediate danger gone, the world again dipped into a haze. Their vision was edged with static, and the pain in their thigh and shoulder returned, throbbing dully now. There were devices attached to their greyish skin there, piercing through the steel. Tentatively giving them a tug lanced more pain through their mind, so they let them be.

Ordis had started chattering away, talking to the Lotus - that was the name of the other voice, they recalled now - the sound of their voices comforting though the meaning of the words wasn't coming through entirely, up until Ordis' voice glitched out. It was sudden and harsh, and shocked them into paying attention. Quickly, he seemed to regain control over himself, but - that wasn't familiar. Something was still wrong. The danger wasn't gone, not entirely.

Ordis pointed out several components that were missing from the Orbiter, sounding annoyed about it, and then - "Why did the Operator abandon me?"

He sounded so forlorn, and briefly, they got angry at this Operator character. Before it clicked in their head. That was them - he'd called them that - they were the Operator - they had abandoned him.

But… they just found him?

No, that isn't quite right - he'd felt familiar from the moment they'd found him, as had the voice of the Lotus.

Why couldn't they remember?

They spotted the missing Arsenal segment sitting against a corner of the Orbiter, and quickly picked it up and inserted it, prompting another round of intensified glitches from Ordis. They felt bad, though they had no idea what had even happened, and they wanted to help. This segment had been easy enough - the Lotus pointed out a location where they could recover the next, and a few blinks later, they were back on Earth.

Making their way across the uneven terrain, they could suddenly hear another voice, speaking in time with the throbbing of the devices stuck within their skin. This one was - no, it wasn't new. It was the bird-legged one from before - the one who had planted the devices on them. His name was… Vor? And he promised something ominous, though they weren't able to entirely parse his words through the haze that clouded their world.

In the Orbiter again, installing the segment, the Lotus saying this one would help to analyze the Ascaris devices on them. Ordis continuing to struggle with his glitches, now sounding more like he's fighting with himself. The Operator was growing concerned for him, but there was no time - another mission was already lined up for them again. They didn't question it, didn't question the lack of tiredness in their limbs, didn't question how neither the Lotus nor Ordis seemed concerned about working several missions without a break. It felt deceptively normal already, and time blurred, the haze in their mind increasing with every hour.

A Corpus arms dealer named Darvo was freed from a Grineer prison facility. Vor's voice grew louder, and this time, his voice was accompanied not only by throbbing in the devices within their skin, but in their skull also. The Mods segment was restored, and Ordis glitched out some more, adding more worries to the Operator's mental maelstrom. Darvo had information, as they'd hoped. The Foundry segment was recovered from a derelict colony. Vor's disgusting whispers invading their mind were accompanied with lancing pain that forces them to still for a few moments, to recover. They limped until the throbbing faded from their leg, unable to favor it for long in the middle of battle.

The countermeasure required more things they need to go out and get. Darvo mentioned the cold of their next target location, but they couldn't feel any of it. Vor's interruption almost brought them to their knees this time, and this time, he followed them back into the Orbiter - Ordis could tell, even - and they only just managed to get Ordis to build the countermeasure in time before they passed out from the building pain. Wrenching the devices out of their skin with the countermeasure, they saw the holes closing themselves, as if their skin was made of liquid, but when they touched the areas afterwards, their armor was hard and impenetrable once more.

They thought they were free, but then - below their skin, something roiled and rumbled, and the pain was back almost worse than before. Lotus directed them to the next mission, and it was all they could do to stumble towards navigation. Vor's angry shouting was now out of rhythm with the throbbing, accompanied by an angry undercurrent of pain. When they finally faced him again, the rage that had built inside of them at the hassle he had put them through was enough to burn through the haze. Their sight was clear, their aim true, and when they dealt him the final blow, the Ascaris remnants under their skin - disintegrated. They were free from the pain.

They barely managed to make it back onto the Orbiter, before they fell to their knees and blacked out, Ordis shouting worriedly in their ears, in a move that they note feels awfully familiar.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

ok now that i’ve gotten over the mild anxiety this whole stalking thing induced and i’m slightly less disturbed, what i find irritating is how she framed the whole anti vs stans thing like it’s not the stans that engage with antis first.