#as much as i personally love malice

[where-is-caithe]

I've always been transfixed by a charr commander fucking hating Ryland's guts, after the bullshit in Bjora and esp after Drizzlewood I just think that would be cool to explore. However I've never kept a charr commander so it's never been a legitimate option for me EXCEPT. I have Eon. And I have been wanting to insert them more fully into the story. It would be interesting for Eon as well because they have always felt that the Legions abandoned them, similar to what Almorra feels, and that theyve always been another disposable soldier, so having the perfect golden boy doing everything that's been told to him on the other side is something that sounds fun to explore.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Isn't that loner guy looking over here? He wants some friends, I guess. Does he think we'll come over if he keeps glancing at us? That's impossible."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 6.

[salemlandmine]

Being a jirai/landmine yume (or just being a yume with any sort of Cluster B disorder at all) and shipping yourself or your OC with a yandere F/O gotta be the absolute highest form of self-care ever I think ngl

[prolibytherium]

Reverse is like when a (historical-ish or not) fantasy setting kind of implies itself to have a homophobic or misogynist societal outlook where like you get characters talking About being isolated or unaccepted for their romantic/sexual interests or how they're meant to be more than a housewife or etc, but you never really see much societal enforcement of these norms whatsoever beyond the broadest strokes of 'marriage is between men and women and women are supposed to be housewives, probably?'. Like it's just a vast open space for readers to project homophobia and misogyny on, but lacking in any real exploration or engagement.

Like I'm not saying like 'put in a gaybashing' and it doesn't have to be (and probably Shouldn't be) 24/7 pain and suffering and anguish, but if you want arcs about characters struggling with their sexuality or marginalized gender roles there should probably be more than just a loose implication of something they have to struggle Against.

[eosofspades]

okay i meant to make this post forever ago but my personal opinion on why so many people were so dissatisfied with lightfalll (disclaimer: i am not one of these people, i love lightfall SO much), is that lightfall was kind of subjected to a really aggressive marketing campaign.

like, stick with me here, i feel like almost all the lightfall release content (the trailers especially) were so focused on battling the witness, how this battle has been centuries in the making and this is the Second Collapse Finally Finding Us, only for there to be,,, no real resolution. the end was left on such a severe cliffhanger, but not only that, there was NO battle with the witness. the witness didn't even seem to be having a hard time at all with what we WERE throwing at it.

and for narrative reasons *i* am obsessed with this ending; in terms of storytelling i adore practically every creative decision that was made in lightfall, but i think the reason that so many people were so upset about it is because lightfall had such intense marketing and was rooted in the implication that this was the End of Days, only for us to get almost no closure, and instead so many more questions.

(there's also something to be said, i think, about the fact that the people who ARE most upset about this are like, the youtube gamer dudebros who's content is very very often rooted in the aggressive, violence-and-warfare, pvp-centric, no-interest-in-lore approach to destiny, and that the people i've seen primarily ENJOYING the narrative decisions (or at least being understanding about it) are the artists and writers and loremasters of the fandom, but i'm not quite sure,,, how to expand on that point.)

[idolomantises]

there's something so comforting about artists you admire talking about their own struggles and insecurities

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.

[elftwink]

one major difference i have found between service industry work (in my case food service but this is widely applicable to similar jobs) and other public-facing positions is that the job itself is often very similar because people is the same, it's just in service everyone approaches you already thinking they're right and you're a fucking idiot and its their god given right to disrespect you, where in other positions even if they are not nice to you they usually acknowledge that you know more than them on issues pertaining to your job. like the difference in behaviour from people who see you as serving them vs helping them is unreal. i am doing literally the exact same things. customer is always right mentality did irreparable damage to the fabric of society

[loppori]

As an addition to my last reblog: I'd like to, as gently as possible, ask people to please reconsider when drawing someone cross-eyed/wall-eyed to indicate that they're either having a moment of stupidity or are in general not a comparatively smart character

I get it, it's hard to let go of your beloved cartoon roots, but I'm asking for this to be considered nonetheless

[unproduciblesmackdown]

no context no details "these days ppl can't Work Through Conflicts or they don't Try hard enough & this is why Communities are broken :(" how is it meaningfully different from "look at the divorce rates Today vs in the '50s :( everyone just throws marriages away. Women aren't having Kids everyone just throws Families away"

"oh these days people can think about their experiences as Trauma or Abuse simply if they Want to :( you can't even talk to anyone anymore, if you make them uncomfortable (through no fault of your own. they're too sensitive & i'm simply always Being Normal) they'll be crying victim :(" how is this meaningfully different from "ugh how can a man talk to a coworker woman anymore or even look at her. how can men try to flirt with and date women anymore :( everythinnng's misogyny ohh harassment assault oppression because you breathed in her direction :("

[abstractlesbian]

Find someone slightly annoying but in really small harmless ways so I decide none of the behaviours are worth bringing up with them → realizing: hey, Im also annoying! solidarity! → realizing we have a lot in common and starting to bond → finding out other people find this person annoying and are vocal about it behind their back → finding out this person has ADHD like me that's (at least one reason) why we have all these traits in common → fear.

[jamessunderlandgf]

—oc tag game

tagged by the usual angels @risingsh0t @simply-jason @aragorngf and @shellibisshe 🩵 thank u all sm this was so fun!!

tagging: @lizzywizzy @teamhawkeye @ghostfvcker @lesbian-croft @bloodskinandteeth @rosayoro @bunfey @aelyosos @florbelles @unholymilf @elluvians @nokstella @nuclearstorms @gcthamqueen @lxmbert @darksunning @serenedy @oc-musings @koudelka @leviiackrman and you!

—FAVORITE OC

🔮 sibyl delauvéy. she’s just been my baby cs i love the witcher universe so much, comfort game fr. it’s the perfect vehicle for me to tap into one of my favorite aesthetics of all time; mystical high fantasy that’s still kinda dark and gritty and UGH. i love her idk i love this game so much and love the idea of spellcasters

—OLDEST OC

⚡️lottie byers. technically she’s the oldest, cs i’ve had her name and her fc and her aesthetic for the longest. although conceptually she isn’t, but some ocs have developed and evolved and have sorta existed before i knew what ocs were but lottie is the oldest that i had inserted into the source material

—NEWEST OC

💥 nicole moore. truth be told— i still don’t know what i’m doing with her outside of giving könig a “he said no pickles” gf. and really that’s all i need don’t @ me just take her and run idk hehe

—MEANEST OC

💎 jen daniels. her attitude is simply unmatched and her dick game is huge. jk but really she walks into rooms guns blazing always and will set the mood to maximum hostility. always. it’s fun for her idk but also it made me chuckle cs i love mean women and los santos is the perfect environment for it cs everyone sucks

honorable mention: lottie byers.

—SOFTEST OC

☀️ andie la croix. she is the moment, the fan favorite, the sunshine motif. this is the oc that i have put all of the love i have in my heart into so i hope it translates into how she is perceived by y’all 🫶🏻

honorable mention: sacha leone.

—MOST STAND OFF-ISH OC

🔮 sibyl delauvéy. she genuinely is the biggest recluse of all time— it’s a miracle that anyone still knows where she is and how to find her. anna henrietta is the single exception to her endless string of “do not perceive me” glares and quiet exits from whatever the fuck she was dragged into today. so true queen

honorable mention: elvira hawke.

—SMARTEST OC

🏜️ rosalind tyler. the canon chemical engineer. do i have to say anything else LMFAO

🥀 mildred malice. her whole bag is reanimating corpses through medical procedure so DO I HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE

—DUMBEST OC (AFFECTIONATE)

🔥 oslo avery. it’s… impulsivity that really gets them into Situations. cs the rapture is literally happening and they fight a one man war basically so like. yeah, they are Going To Do Something Stupid cs it would be funny and they need the laughs. “what, you gonna call the cops? i AM the cops.” you know

—OC I’D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL

🩷 bianca vionetti. she’s a good time gal and we love to see it. i did on purpose make her friend shaped and it works! it just works!

honorable mention: andie la croix.

[unofficialoracle]

me to myself, full of joy and self love: there is something wrong with me. lol

[rascheln]

The Monster Falls Apart & The Monster Exposed: forehead kisses and touches

[dog-girl-zezora]

My problematic trait is that I will watch chaos unfold around my coworkers and not offer any help unless they look to me for it

[nezuscribe]

gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.

he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.

and you’re oblivious to it.

you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.

you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.

you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.

eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.

one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.

it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.

he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.

you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.

you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.

“didn’t know i had an audience,”

you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.

you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.

“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”

he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.

“not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”

my wife.

the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?

you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.

“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.

“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”

you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.

“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.

“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”

you stare at him, unblinking.

“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.

you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.

“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.

“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?

“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.

“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.

this entire time you’ve been alone?

he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.

“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.

gojo stares at you, unblinking.

“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.

you can’t either.

he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.

maybe you were just walking around, like you said.