#apologies everyone

[titaniumions]

marcus fans how are we feeling

[dadbastiandisaster]

Waitwaitwait I just realised who Grell reminds me of:

[javelinbk]

PAUL MCCARTNEY singing ‘Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five’. From ‘One Hand Clapping’ (1974)

[justascrollingghost]

I don’t think we talk enough about how Rhys must have felt when Feyre told him she saw the pictures of the night sky he sent whilst under the mountain. He was trapped and alone with his only sense of solace being that there was a girl somewhere painting flowers on a table and yet, despite it all, he was never truly alone and that same painting hand was also painting his beloved night sky😭

[thebigbangblogproject]

Are you still updating the spreadsheet?

Technically, yes.

But we hadn't realized how far behind we'd gotten.

See my partner in crime does all the spreadsheeting because they found a way to do it better/easier/faster than the way I had been doing, so we split things up - I take care of the blog, they do the spreadsheet annnnnnnd life's been crazy for both of us and i forgot to check in with them and we both really lost track of time - so thanks for the poke!

A bunch got updated today after we got this question, but it is a work in progress as we have entries as far back as October to check over, see which ones are completely new and need adding and which ones just might need an update.

Current Status:

I was told all the easy ones to snag have been taken care of and were added in tonight, (Aka, the posts I reblogged had ALL the relevant information in one handy location) but the ones where we have to follow back and do research before we can properly categorize them for the sheets are still in process.

Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience!

in the meantime, feel free to send an ask looking for something that's NOT on the sheets yet, and we'll do our best to see if we can find if we have anything like that already on our radar.

[raamitsu]

[referring to my latest reblog] I'm ashamed of myself 😔 not to mention it took me THIS long to realize that it's supposed to be on Tuesday night, not Monday night 😭😭😭😭

[im-sorry-what-ii]

I love being mansplained what work is and how I'll have to 'get up EARLY'! (shockhorror) by someone who hasn't worked in almost 20 years

[kitty3-4snack]

Okay sorry

HI EVERYONE IT IS ME! ALIO ON MY RP ACCOUNT. ON THIS ACCOUNT WE CAN RP ANYTHING YOU WANTIf it nsfw then we might need to put it in messagesthis is where I can put oc info or rp hereI rp Kny, mha, Mlp, fantasy, Marvel or DC

I also write stories here and take request

Warning: I might accidentally make them ooc so apologies

Will do: Fluff, Angst with happy ending, Headcanons, platonic, romance

Maybe: smut

Not: Disgusting things, involving children with adult romance

You can use, draw or write about my oc's as long as you credit me for them

You can use my headcanons in your stories or whatever but please credit me

@aliorailrow is my art account

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[lilacerull0]

need to post this here

[fancifulflora]

Hello!

I need to say that I love your writing, I would like to ask..how do you think will Xelef confess to the Crown? And if he will be the one who will confess first.

Awww, Thank you so much! It's been a hot minute since I've written anything- especially ATOC. At the moment I have negative interest in anything but Baldur's Gate 3 so all my writing time is being burned up romancing all the companions and racking up hours in the game.

I don't know if this is a request for writing like a fic or hc, but to avoid leaving it hanging, I'll just ramble a bit- try to paint a picture or two for you, anon. (Hopefully, it'll suffice lol)

Considering how the game is set up, whether X confesses or the Crown would probably depend entirely on how forward the Crown is. Although I wouldn't rule out there being a choice to make with variants based on personality.

If X were to confess though, I'd imagine it could easily go a hundred different ways. However, there are a few scenarios in particular that really squeeze at my heart.

Though grand gestures seem to be right up X's alley, my personal favorite parts of their route have always been those intimate moments where it's just the two of them. A simple mercenary and Crown. Whether it's brushing a touch up their neck or a simple "good night" traded across a tent- those bits hold more meaning to me personally as a reader.

So just shut out the world and imagine the Crown and X doing the same. Time slows to a crawl as gold and green softened gazes get lost in each other. Words are spoken in the softest tones, whispers only mean for the Crown's ears alone and X's in return. A hand cupping a cheek with the utmost care- as if the slightest wrong move would shatter the moment between the two. Foreheads press and then the world itself freezes. It just stops- for what probably feels like an eternity. An impasse for both of them, one last chance for either of them to back out.

But they don't.

Be it a slow and gentle kiss, or one of passion and fervor, X is most certainly going to leave the Crown breathless. There's no doubt about that. But afterward? I could certainly imagine them picking the Crown up or at the very least, pulling them into a tight embrace. There'd be laughter, a way to ease the built-up tension and transition them back to reality. Only this time, side by side in a way they haven't been before.

Another alternative scenario is one of my personal favorite tropes- the kind of confession that's desperate and needy. A confession spurred by the brush of death, the very real idea of never being able to articulate one's feelings and almost losing someone you may never have even considered losable seared in one's mind.

I mean, the Crown has already survived many attempts on their life and made it so far with a small squadron of guards around them at all times. And X is a peerless mercenary of great renown and skill who's been through hundreds of battles. The very idea of the other dying probably isn't a notion either would want to entertain for too long either.

Regardless of who's hurt. At first, there would be plenty of other people around, concerned allies and friends alike checking on Crown or X- the bustle of activity sparing the both of them from their whirlwind of emotions and thoughts... at least for the moment.

But then one by one they leave.

And now the two are alone.

Maybe there's a small joke to lighten the mood. Maybe not.

Either way, I love the imagery of bandaged hands clasped around the hands of another, the grip and squeeze given weak, but reassuring nevertheless.

One voices their concern, their wish- a demand more like- for the other to get better. The words bring a small smile to the other, repressed or otherwise.

This confession in particular could be a completely wordless one- the affection found in a look or an action rather than whatever flowery language could be traded in the moment. It's not a confession I think would get an answer immediately- nor would I want it to.

I much prefer for whoever's injuried to see the blossoms of love in those small, almost benign actions. To see it in the amount of worry pulling at their would-be partner's expression. To see how the relief from seeing them alright lifting the metephorical weight from their shoulders.

And then they leave, leaving the injured one to their thoughts and the daunting task of reeling their heart back to normal.

Perhaps it's less of a "confession" as the first example, but it's one I enjoyed considering immensely.

[javelinbk]

The secret of the Lennon-McCartney partnership

[chaosintheavenue]

Just opened my askbox for the first time in a while.

Oops.

Oops.

[apocalypselog]

Protagonist of SS2 is Sonic confirmed

[pearl-unofficial]

My feelings toward Rose Quartz are... complicated, to say the least. Perhaps too complicated to put into words, but I'm still going to try.

No matter what I do, I will always have a skewed perception of her and her actions. I will always have a certain degree of affection for her.

As a result I have to believe that her core values and intentions were good, but I can also acknowledge that the way she went about enforcing them was pretty fucking terrible.

Rose tried to be a leader while also being a true anarchist. She was at the top of a hierarchy while not believing in hierarchies. She was against government because she'd witnessed first hand the damage it could do to everyone involved, but then turned around and created her own that was arguably worse.

She was a walking contradiction, a total mess, and the love of my life.

[tubrplaysdiscoelysium]

YOU - Bring it on

PAIN THRESHOLD - Little black spots dance on your retinas. It's almost pleasurable.

[depressed-trashbag]

Minecraft movie trailer was just a bad dream.