#bbygirl save us

[hillo-onyx]

[thedailydescent]

So wait are there actually people out there who think Dreamstat is actually Lestat, or are people just complaining about other people voicing concerns about how Dreamstat might be handled/overused to point where it might continously take us out of the moment?

Because yeah no duh we all know this is happening in Louis's head. But there are other ways to handle a haunting that doesn't feel potentially jarring/cheap/an obvious way to give Sam Reid something to do this season. A good show doesn't need to literally always show us what a character's thinking in order to get a grasp on their mental status. A good show will enable us to infer it well enough through subtler means, while also leaving room to look at other things happening in a scene. IWTV has so far handled that aspect well, because despite the constant commentary, there is still a lot more under the surface with these characters.

Also, saying people complaining about Dreamstat are just people with shipping issues just blatantly misses the point.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Have you had enough?

Targaryen reader x Aemond Targaryen x Aegon Targaryen.

Your husband and brother, Aemond, have been taking everything that belonged to Aegon. You're tired of it, the drop that spilled the glass was Aegon's incident. Your brother, the one who you actually love, badly injured, that was the end of your patience.

Warning ⚠️: Credits of this images goes to whoever they belong to, I took them from the Tumblr blogs: bbygirl-aemond / Winterswake/ tarth. Grammatical and spelling errors, I haven't watched this chapter of HOTD yet, I just needed to take the idea out of my mind so I can continue with a new chapter of the story (By fire and heart).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Everybody running and walking from one room to another, you didn't understand at first why all the scandal until you saw a group of guards carrying your brother.

Aegon and you were close, spending much time together which your mother clearly didn't see with good eyes, you loved him in the way you couldn't love your husband.

Aemond took you as a wife and treated you with respect but not love, he never loved you, he simply took you because both were single and your little brother was far away from home to save you from that terrible unhappy marriage, it was only you and him, when he heard about your little secret romance with Aegon, he made you his wife before you could dishonor yourself that was his argument, but the truth was he did it for the simple fact to not give Aegon the satisfaction to also be the owner of you, or your body, silly Aemond never thought what actually mattered it was your heart, Aegon was deep inside your heart. A thousand men could be between your legs but only one could have your heart, loyalty and devotion.

You walked behind the guards questioning what happened. None of them could answer you, once they're in the king's chambers, one of the masters asks you to not interfere and wait out of the room.

- My princess, please you have to wait and let us work. In your conditions the least you need is stress.

You're going to respond when you see Aemond walking inside, he doesn't even stop to see you, you're sure he didn't listen to what the master told you, he walks directly to Aegon's bed. You walk and stay behind him, your tears falling as soon as you see your beloved brother, his precious face now half burned as much as the rest of his body, you're sure Aemond was behind all that, you left the room looking for Ser Criston, you found him on the way to your mother's chambers.

- What happened?

- My princess, I don't know, everything was fast, I just saw the king and his dragon falling.

- Don't dare to lie to me. Did my husband have something to do with this?

He doesn't talk but silently nod at you. Your body is burning with rage, you're furious you would love to burn your husband alive. His thirst for... power? Revenge for the traumas of childhood? Whatever it was, has taken it too far. Your nephews death and now your brother fighting for his life, Rhaenyra claiming the throne, dealing with a war and the pain of her newborn and Lucerys deaths, the poor Helaena trying to accept her son's death too and now carrying with a husband who probably will end as your father ended, in that bed looking the days and nights go until the gods have mercy and let him die.

You've been avoiding Aemond since they arrived, you spent much of your time with Aegon, Helaena doesn't complain, she's okay with it, she always knew your feelings for her husband, she's glad you're taking care of him and occasionally visit the king's chambers to help you or at least to talk with you. Even your mother visited Aegon, but there were no signs of Aemond.

Until one evening, you were holding Aegon's hand, whispering something close enough to him hoping he somehow could listen to what you were sharing with him, when the doors of his room opened, you did not see him but you were sure it was Aemond for the sound of his boots on the floor, you know his way to walk by heart.

- Ao spend olvie jēda kesīr (you spend much time here)

- Se ao spend olvie jēda sitting va zȳhon dēmalion (And you spend much time sitting on his throne)

You don't Even look at him, you're still holding Aegon's hand, contemplating what once was his face.

- Perhaps my wife could support me as much as she's supporting our brother. Your devotion to him is admirable, but it's what I'm expecting you to give me, not to him.

- Why would I support you? All the atrocities you've been causing and you expect me to congratulate you, to love you?

- Are you accusing me of something, wife?

His jaw tensed, his eye looks at you full of anger.

- Don't pretend you're innocent, I know you. You always wanted to take Aegon's place. You always take what is not yours, tell me husband, have you had enough? What else do you want?

Before he can argue again, Aegon opens his eyes, with the few strength he still has, he squeezes your hand.

Aemond notices it and pushes you aside, he starts to talk with Aegon, asking him what he remembers, he insists it wasn't his dragon who attacked him. Aegon simply says he doesn't remember anything, but you know he's lying, Aegon always has been good to keep himself safe, his facility to preserve his own survival and right now his only chance to survive it was to pretend he did not remember what happened.

Aemond was not going to leave the discussion in the air. He left but you're sure he will be back to try to make you regret your accusations.

Just as you predicted, At the hour of the owl, he appeared in your chambers, you were awake, looking through your window, you know how much he hates your indifference against him.

- So, what else will you take from our brother this time?

You say without any worry. Aemond walks until he's right behind you, you can feel his jaw against your head.

- What he expected to claim too. You.

He whispered while placing his hands around your waist, you couldn't contain your laughing, Aemond confusion made it harder to keep. You laughed loudly on his face, you are now face to face with your husband, he has never seen that look, your eyes darkened and your smile was full of evil, giving him a small kiss on the lips, murmuring almost whispering.

- Oh Aemond, do you seriously think I was still a pure untouched little princess?

He stepped back, his face doesn't show any emotion but you can feel his blood boiling.

- I am pregnant.

- Liar. I made everything to be sure he would not put a finger on you.

- Ask the master, I'm waiting for my first child.

Seeing his body tensed and full of anger brings you a new kind of feeling, it's an addictive pleasure you didn't know could exist.

-You know what makes it funnier? Even if one day I have your child, he will be just like you.

- What do you mean?

- A Second son who will not inherit anything. Or even better you will never have a child with me because I will prefer to be burned alive before giving birth to your children.

He quickly takes you by the neck and slams you against the wall, pressing his body against yours, even with the lack of air in your lungs, the pleasure of seeing him frustrated makes you feel alive, excited. He released you and left the room without saying more.

Once you take some air, you smile to yourself, your husband and his poor try to keep you away from Aegon, expecting to have you all for himself, but not even your body belongs to Aemond, he never thought he would be so frustrated about such a little thing like that, not having your love or your respect was the last thing he thought he would care about, the last thing he would desire to have more than anything else.

[pinkyqil]

Mischievous reader headcanons pls?

Mischievous reader hcs/fun facts for you guys

MASTERLIST

Author notes: Use of she/her & they pronouns this is just for shits and giggles don't take it to heart and have a heartattack everything is fictional meaning fake made up !

Mischievous!r: calls herself cata protector cause she's a defender

Mischievous!r: for someone who causes a lot of trouble is the biggest crybaby, it's one of the ways that gets her out of trouble.

Mischievous!r: is a menace on social media it not that she as no media training she refuses to be perceived as boring making sure her mom and social media manager have a hard time cause she's either fighting with journalists or just being a wild teenager online.

Mischievous!r: is eligible to play for the Brazilian national team or the Spanish nt is one of the reasons why she hasn't gotten called up cause it an on going situations

Mischievous!r: on her way to mapi's places doing a live stream on Instagram she had gotten chased by a dog, ran the fastest for the first time in her career while she was getting chased by someone's chihuahua, mapi was on her balcony getting a full stage show laughing her ass off recording and poor r had a traumatic experience that was caught on camera least to say she had gotten injured by jumping a fence unsuccessfully but some how managed to save her soul later on got teased by the rest of the team and media not readers best or brightest moments.

Mischievous!r: either she's on live or on twitter shit talking about madrid player's only the ones she doesn't like and half the time it ends with her cursing out madridistas on live and it causes fuel between the two fans making her go viral numerous times. One of the times was when a madridistas tweets how can you be born in the city but hate it so much tagging r which she replied spainsh citizens but born in a ciudad de mierda photo background of Barcelona theme jersey room let's just say bbygirl almost got her ass canceled.

Mischievous!r: the moment of her signing she had already meet mapi which is were there "bad blood" started while her agents where working on something she found a way to sneak out and some how ended in the changing room deciding she would hide something that belongs to who knows who while she was in the act of doing so she gets caught red handed by mapi and frames it on mapi because she saw the cameras coming her way it and wanted to prostrate good characters, was a funny situation cause half of it was caught on cams anyway and got posted to the instagram page.

Mischievous!r: her little group that consists with vicky,salma,jana,bruna,cata,pina,patri and occasionally esme that group always as the older player's going mad whenever there all together on team bounding it so bad that r and vicky have to be separated cause they always doing dumb shit together

Mischievous!r: was forced to apologize about the things she said about madrid on national TV cause she could get a ban if she didn't. just to go back shitting on Madrid not even 5 days later got made fun of in the gc and the news went viral.

Mischievous!r: always causing trouble and caos everywhere she goes

Mischievous!r: nobody on the team knows but goes on motorcycling rides with mapi

Mischievous!r: the player she looks up too the most is aitana even before she joined barca aitana as always been a role model for her

Mischievous!r: if she wasn't a footballer she'll had become a gymnast

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP16 (The Mark Of Gideon) hmmm this sounds like something from supernatural…

I’m sorry I’ll never mention supernatural again:

- Sending Kirk down by himself? His boyfriends will be worried :((

- “I shall be interested in your description, Captain” “You won’t have long to wait.” This was said with so much lust

- Kirk calling to anyone and everyone. “Bones. Bones answer me.” D:

- Spock has immediate concern for his boyfriend

- Spock sees McCoy is on the bridge and immediately wants to escape to the planet. He’s not dealing with McCoy’s worry on top of his own

- “We must acknowledge once and for all that the purpose of diplomacy is to prolong a crisis.” Spock is so so angry he can’t go looking for his boyfriend

- “You mean you’re going to scan space for him.” My god he wants that man so bad. Scanning the entirety of space when he goes missing is not normal behaviour.

- Spock is very bitter towards bureaucrats and diplomats this episode and I agree

- Hey Kirk. Just this once buddy, don’t kiss her. Can you do that?

- On the video call McCoy looks seconds from snapping and Spock is right there with him

- I love when everyone was on Spock’s side like ‘yeah they fucking suck, I’m sorry bbygirl’

- Quilt ass vest

- Scotty is not going to take them besmirching his transporters

- Spock needs to go listen to Break Stuff

- Kirk’s ass It’s sad how sad Kirk is.

- pretty privilege

- “I envy you and your sense of loyalty. I want to ease your feeling of dread, your fear that all your crew no longer exists.”

- twenty four minutes and fifty seconds in. He’s kissing her.

- THE GREEN PEOPLE ARE JUST WATCHIJGBTHEM KISSWGAT

- ID BE SO FREAKED THE FUCK OUT NAH. No. Legitimate fear is to look out a window and see someone watching. this is a no.

- Time for me to ask what is happening

- Aaand they’re using Kirk in their little fucked up little experiments

- Spock is angy

- I like how there is legitimate character development. Spock and McCoy aren’t fighting, McCoy knows Spock is doing everything he can, short of just running in there. And Spock is getting visibly pissed off which McCoy I think would be proud of if their boyfriend wasn’t missing

- Kirk not afraid to fight some bitches

- “That’s the best possible decision you could make, Spock. I’m with you.” Kiss each other Character development yay!

- Spock is using ‘logic’ to break the rules and save Jim.

- Spock is protective of McCoy, McCoy is protective of Spock

- After Spock leaves Scotty walks up to McCoy with this look like he’s about to ask him if he’s dating Spock

- “I will not be long.” Is the equivalent of ‘I’ll be right back’ number one rule is never say it

- Trippy ass shippy

- If you’ve lived so long why are you dressed like that? Can’t contract a sickness AND can’t contract a sense of fashion

- This is awful

- Spock should’ve brought McCoy with him

- Spock THREW that man

- Spock is like, ‘don’t get in the way, I will bitch slap you.’ (Edit: three Spock comments in a row)

- PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGE (what’s got you smiling like that) if he smiled at me like that I wouldn’t survive

- “As crowded as my planet is, I wish for it to hold one more person.” *smiles* “Kirk to transporter control one to beam down to the planet Gideon.” ‘nah, bitch’

Development: I’ve found out how to cross things out I’ll use it for evil

Masterpost

Episode written by George F. Slavin & Stanley Adams

[dreamieotome]

ok omg so ch 8 is already coming out tonight and this time, I did in fact finish ch 7 a while ago, just didn't have time to make a post about it >_< so here we are, spoilers under cut!!!

First of all FINALLY JIRO CONTENT RAAAAAA he's been my favorite since we started and damn they delivered. His dry humor and dynamic with Yuri is so funny. His weapon being a chainsaw? Amazing. The fact he's basically a zombie? crazy.

I like to think him cackling at MC being afraid of dead bodies is an insecure reaction to the fact that he's also a dead body. Like of course, you're scared of dead bodies, you're also scared of me, right? kinda thing, but not being able to articulate his dread and disappointment, it comes out as mocking her instead.

ALSO (idk if its part of ch 7, or a likability reward) but the little story with Jiro not being able to eat or drink on his own but when MC helps him, he's able to keep it down? IMMACULATE I LOVE IT bby needs to be cared for</3

Anyway the actual story of ch 7 was great, foreshadowing throughout and everything tied together really well. Yuri's hilarious idk why he reminds me of Azul so much lol

Towards the end though?? Jin coming in to save us at the speech like it's ok bbygirl Ik u have a crush on MC hehe 🤭🤭🤭🤭 and then Ed just revealing to everyone that we're gonna turn into an anomaly and then sashaying out of there... okay man... Also Jiro being Zenji's younger brother is crazy, their poor parents man

I think that's about it, I'm excited to see where the story goes next, it's shaping up pretty well now that we've experienced all the houses once!

I still don't trust any of the teachers though!!!!

[p-perkeys]

Laura and Logan in New X-Men 45-46: He Wasn’t There For Her Anymore Than He Was There For Akihiro (In A Different Way and up until this point)™️ ((wording it this way because I’ve seen takes of Laura being bbygirl and that just… isn’t accurate)) (((I credit Matt for Laura getting a fighting chance at life and Matt only))). (((((The only reason the X-men took Laura in was because she was still young enough to be useable and they tried to condition her to their own standards - Akihiro was old enough to not take that shit and that’s why they labeled him as too aggressive and too far gone to be saved - I believe this is why he tried to save Laura in Madripoor when he offered his hand - he knew what was happening he knows what abuse looks like and he didn’t settle for it for himself and he wanted Logan to admit what he did and where he failed and the X-men got in the way every single time)))))

I’ve reread New X-Men in its entirety as of right now. Aside from bringing her to the school and introducing her… Logan really hasn’t been around for Laura. If anything, Scott is the only adult who has shown any kind of concern for her, and it’s mild concern at best.

Of course, he’s here to see her fight to kill (which is contradictory to what she’s been told to do). Here, he’s even asking her (a child) to get to an adult man.

“Knock yourself out, X.” Logan is using Laura to go after Deathstrike, even playing on her feelings to “wind her up”. This is manipulation and, to me, a verbal version of the trigger scent. Really, what’s the difference? He wants Laura to kill. He says what he needs to say to rile her up. Again… this goes against what Laura was told is allowed. Remember a few issues ago when Julian tells her not to kill anymore? But Logan is condoning it.

Now Logan is gone. Laura is a child fighting a woman and the goal is death. She is now alone and fighting with emotionally fueled rage as opposed to tactic. She should not be alone.

We know she ends up okay, but she’s getting severely hurt. Still… Logan is not here. She is fending for herself.

She regains her composure- thank God (and not Logan).

“You are dead, and do not even know it.” - again, fighting fueled by intense rage. Confirmed when she says, “You were dead the second you touched Julian Keller.” Again…….. Logan played her emotions like an instrument to get her to fulfill the mission. And then left her.

So they’re reunited and Laura’s fairing better than him. There’s no conversation about her wellbeing or her injuries. Logan shows no concern about his supposed beloved daughter. At this point, she is still a human weapon, but she is property of the X-Men rather than Weapon X. What’s the difference? Somehow all of this was okay.

Once again, only this time it’s Kurt (I do love Kurt though!!), Laura is assigned to kill *because she can*.

We all know what’s next for Laura: X-Force. Logan was never there for her and he never did anything to help her. Insert Gambit’s quote again: we are watching Laura bend until she nearly breaks.

[woodchipp]

I guess this post's going to be a "sequel" to my post about Sunny and Mari because I have Thoughts about the game's potential again, this time concerning Sunny's other friends because god damn they're so underdeveloped and irrelevant 😭

Aubrey holds the "privilege" of being the game's only main character to have something vaguely resembling a character arc, and yet the execution of said character arc still leaves much to be desired. She has some makings of being a nice foil to Sunny (Sunny dealt with his issues by folding into himself in denial while Aubrey dealt with them by taking out her rage on Basil, Sunny's appearance is as bland and average as it can get while Aubrey's appearance is rather garish and visually striking) and I believe that kind of angle would've been really fascinating to work with. I'd have also preferred Aubrey being upfront about being a jerk - her incessant "noooo i'm not a meanie YOU are meanies >:(" deflections don't make her a Deeper character, they just become annoying after a while.

Maybe the game could've featured a flashback (an actual flashback, because Headspace isn't the most reliable source of information) where Aubrey defends Sunny or Basil from jerks harassing them at school and openly expresses her distaste for assholes who think it's okay to pick on someone who can't fight back... only to become that exact sort of asshole down the road. If Basil is the one she stands up for, this could even be their first meeting for additional irony!

Aubrey's rough home life is another aspect of her character the game should've elaborated on, especially given that its only purpose in the story is to be shorthand for "she's just a poor bbygirl please feel bad for her". What if Aubrey was closer to her father than she was to her mother? What if her dad left her mom precisely because the latter developed alcoholism and eventually became difficult to live with? What if Aubrey herself started using booze (albeit not to the extent her mother does) to cope with Mari's death, hating herself because she knows she's becoming exactly like her mother and turning into a person her beloved father would probably look down on? Honestly, the kids' parental issues would've been way more interesting to learn about than listening to them go "waaaa I miss my wife Tails Mari :'c" for the 1403rd time in a row as if we didn't get the memo already

Last but not least, before I move onto Hero and Kel, I'd like to echo @beevean's opinion about the whole "Aubrey shoves Basil into the lake" plot point - Aubrey absolutely should've been the one to save Basil after realizing what she's done. That'd have been a brilliant way to show that she still genuinely cares about her friends despite her violent exterior. This could've also tied into the reason she isolates herself on the final day - even though she makes no bones about being an asshole, the lake incident rattles her and finally makes her recognize that she crossed a line she never thought she'd be able to cross. She and her friends lost Mari already, and they would've lost Basil too, this time by her hands. The guilt overwhelms her, and she decides to shut herself off from the outside world since she thinks that she's a danger to her friends... sounds rather familiar, doesn't it? :)

IMO, Hero arguing that Aubrey still cares about her friends because she quickly dove into the lake to rescue Basil to break her out of her funk before the group hug would've made for a more solid point than "you care because you restored the photo album!", which completely ignores the fact that she stole it from Basil and bullied him for four years over it.

Speaking of Hero, the first thing I'd like to change is the reason for his nickname because the "he likes hero sandwiches lol" explanation is fucking stupid. It'd have definitely made more sense for it to be an in-joke for Sunny's friend group, since Hero's Just Naturally Good™ at everything he does. Maybe Kel or Aubrey could've created some sort of running gag by jokingly calling him "Hank", the decidedly less cool-sounding diminutive form of his real name, Henry.

I think that Hero apparently yelling "a lot of hurtful stuff" at Kel when the latter tried to help him stop being a recluse could've lent itself to some interesting characterization had the game bothered to explore it. What if Hero used Kel's biggest insecurities against him in his rant? He'd be the one to know his younger brother best, after all :)

Maybe the incident could have been used to establish a contrast of sorts between the brothers, with Kel having blocked out everything Hero said about him for the sake of his own mental health and Hero having the memory burned into his mind because he still feels very guilty about the outburst even four years after the fact. What if Hero spent said four years believing that Kel secretly hates him for what happened and being afraid of talking to him about it? Perhaps that would've explained Kel's remark about Hero being "a little more closed off now than he used to be."

Hero himself could've been an interesting character, mainly because his relationship with Mari isn't really touched on by the game, which is baffling since he was her boyfriend. Maybe the story could've tried to indicate that he still has trouble moving on from her suicide by him trying to abruptly change the subject whenever Mari comes up in a conversation. The story could've also tried to show the ways Mari as a person shaped Hero into the person he is (e.g. Mari is mentioned to have had a mischievous side to her, so Hero could've probably had an affinity for mischief too?) I think that sort of thing would've been nice to see in all of the game's characters, actually - the point is that even though Mari is dead, she "lives" on in a way through her friends and her brother, through the habits they picked up from her. Of course, that would necessitate Mari to have a personality beyond "picnic blanket" lmao

Maybe the game could've had Hero (unconsciously) start doting on Sunny as if he was the latter's older brother because, as part of him blaming himself for his friend group's dissolution, he feels especially guilty for "forgetting" about Sunny in his grief. I like to think that this, coupled with Hero picking up Mari's behaviors, would actually hurt Sunny even more, probably since a) it'd fuel his fears about everyone caring about him only because he's the last reminder of Mari they have left and b) every time Sunny sees Hero trying to be affectionate, he's just reminded of his sister, and it hurts.

You know, maybe the game could've even implied that Sunny harbors a bit of resentment towards Kel for having an older sibling in the first place. Sunny himself is aware that it's completely irrational and beats himself up over it ("oh my god, how could I even think something like that? he's my friend!"), but it's still there.

Kel loves his older brother. Kel has an older sibling to love.

Sunny doesn't. Not anymore, at least.

He had a sister.

She's gone now.

[tonydaddingham]

✨ episode 4 - running commentary✨

- I'm not ready for this no no no no no DEEP BREATH ok let's go

- I will just say actually that ep3 has turned it around for me, like 100% and it is SO MUCH BETTER on tv than on the bigger screen, the screenings were fun but a Mistake

- anyWAY

- LESI???

- ok literally a hitchhiker lmao @theeminentlyimpractical wins this round HAHAH JTS SHAX JAHAHA mood swing

- oh my god i want them to be friends in an AU fuCK SHE WORKED IT OUT AZIRAPHALE LMAO

- BAD SHAX HE IS ✨EXACTLY✨ HIS TYPE fucking BEAT HER ASS AZZY

- lmao aziraphale???? YOU SLY DOG????

- this has to be a fuck moment right aziraphale? az?? CMON SWEAR YOU DUMBASS BITCH

- honestly aziraphale if it turns out furfur is an ex we need to have cocktails bbygirl tell me EVERYTHING YOU DIRTY HOE

- 40S MINISODE ARGHJ🚨🚨🚨🚨

- lmao walking dead au when, they really did end up down there huh I mean foregone conclusion but this gives me LIFE

- idc about hell I need the BOYS I need the dinner of motherfucking 41

- all the Nazis lmao get shredded bitches

- furfur lol this is doomed to failure

- DAVID TENNANT ON FIRE FUCK YES

- aziraphale stop trying to offer him a handy I'm sorry but you need to TONE IT DOWN you nearly got blown up NOW IS NOT THE TIME offer him a blowy LATER

- no I'm sorry but Mrs h???? FUCKING GET THEM GIRL THEYRE MY BABIES BUT INEPT AF

- THE SHOT THE CROWLEY PICTURE FUCK

- this is so much better than I could have ever predicted NEIL YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARd

- AHHHHHH AM I ABOUT TO BE RIGHT ABOUT THE 40S MINSODE DID I PREDICT THS???? DO THEY KISS????💓✨ IS THERE A 🚨MOMENT🚨

- also lmao the dinner is after the show??? idk let's see

- IM SWEATIN SO HARD THIS KS SO GOOd

- fucking HOWLING at the Nazi trio hahaha Steve pemberton is *the* moment lmaooooo

- OOP NO DINNER DINNER NOW??? Also lmao 'friends' I bet that BURNED Michael's mouth to FUCK

- crowley's face I'm DYING aziraphale you're so SILLY

- fuck me im so whipped for 40s Crowley and his lil jazzy wazzy hands

- THE WAY HE FLIRTS FUCK OFF GO AWAY CROWLEY stop buttering him up HES ABOJT TO JUMP YOU BUD

- ahhh magic shop!!!!!✨✨✨

- I know we said that aziraphale has the patience of a saint but I take it back Crowley is still an angel I'm convinced of it

- aziraphale literally has no self preservation I love him

- "leave the miracles to us" snarky ass bitch

- AHHHH HE TRUSTS CROWLEY FUCK YES the way he grabs his MF HAND no I'm done now

- DID I CALL CROWLEY BEING A VOLUNTEER IN A FUCKINF SHITPOST my GOD

- aziraphale you are a disaster

- I FUCKING CALLED IT HAHAHA this is my win ill tAKE IT CROWLEY CALLED AS A VOLUNTEER HAHAHA

- oh my god someone drag him off stage pLEASE

- GRITTED TEETH "NEITHER ARE MINE HEHE" hahahaha

- HE LITERALLY HAS TO TRUST CROWLEY UGH THIS IS 4AM GIRL DINNER ✨💓

- Cmon Crowley you can do it bbygirl💓💓💓💓

- HE DID IT

- here we GO THE DRESSING ROOM SCENE YES

- no fuck off furfur they need to snog go away OH MY GOD THEY KNEW EACH OTHER, jealous AZIRAPHALE?????

- "AZIRA-FALALALALA"

- oh I'm living for the zombies I love them

- lmao that photo hahahaha

- FUCK AZIRAPHALE YOU ARe so goOD AT MAGIC AND SLEIGHT OF HAND IM SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU you saved yourselves YES

- DINNER DINNER DINNER

- NOW KISS

- NOW

- "retire the act"

- OH MT FOD THIS IS SO SOFT??????? FUCKINF HELL

- BLUR THE MF EDGES

- THE WIIIIIIINE

- wait no come back u need to kiss now no

- fucking cockblocked by a scene change fuCK

- NO SHAX YOU BITCH NO LEAVE THEM ALONE LEAVE THEM ALOOOOOONNEEEEEE

- PLEASE

- yes beelzebub NO BEELZEBUB lol another mood swing

- annnnnd he's back home💓💓💓

- I KNEW AZIRAPHALE WAS BENTLEY'S FAVE get shitted on crowley

- he's MOVING BACK IN???? INTK RHE BENTLEY???? CROWLEY TOU ARE SO STUPID BABES

- "a night to REMEMBER" lmao it BETTER BE

Oh no it's the ball episode next I BETTER GET THAT KISS but also an explanation for "u go too fast for me Crowley" bc that did NOT explain it

[moonsharky]

Thanks for the response! Is there any way to use and download torrents from ur phone?

hey no worries at all! i genuinely have no idea about apple, i think it's possible on a jailbroken one but don't take my word for it. as for android, it's super easy. i'll put it under the cut in a step by step for you 💚 if you end up with any more questions, lemme know /gen

step 1: some torrent sites don't work without a vpn (or at least in australia). there's a bunch of free ones in the play store. i used to use proton vpn but they ended up wanting money for the basics. you will also need a torrent downloader which i will list here too.

tunnelbear vpn is okay if you aren't downloading a lot, because it does give a cap on how much mb you can use with the free version.

i recently found one called thunder vpn and i love it! it's free (you only get connections to like 3 countries i think, but you only need it to connect to one so that isn't really an issue. i like to connect to america because it works best majority of the time)

for the vpn, you only need it when searching for what torrent to get. i'll explain more in the next step!

for the torrent downloader, i use torrdroid. there's many out there, like bittorrent, utorrent, flud, libretorrent, etc. torrdroid hasn't let me down yet!

step 3: turn your vpn on. you can let it choose the strongest server or you can choose which country/server you want to connect to out of the list.

or

step 4: find your torrent! there's a bunch of sites (rip proxyrarbg, you will forever be missed bbygirl 💔)

the best one i have found as a replacement to the late proxyrarbg is call eztv

there's also solidtorrents, torrentgalaxy, 1337x, and rarbggo

i'll use eztv for this process, but they all work similarly.

also here is the direct link to the 911 eps on eztv so you don't have to search for it!

step 5: choose the episode/season you want to download. i'll just use 7x04 as an example. i always use 1080p over 720p just because i like the higher quality for gifs and fanvids. but 720p is perfectly fine if you want to save storage.

step 6: click the button that says torrent download. this is just the file. the actual torrent download comes next after you have acquired the file.

sometimes it can pop up with an ad but not every time, and they're never harmful, just annoying. just close it and click the torrent download button again. it then should pop up with a little downloading notification in your chrome/internet browser.

while it's downloading, go back into your vpn and turn it off. (idk if it's just me, but i can't have the vpn on while downloading the actual torrent in the torrent app, because if i do, it just won't download)

go back into chrome/internet browser, and hopefully it is on the screen like this for ease.

but if not, that's fine. you can just go to your downloads or even find it in your phone files. there's many ways to do this, but this next one is the next easiest.

step 7: open up the torrent file in your torrent downloader by clicking the file. if you have multiple downloaders it will prompt you to choose which one you want to use. it will start downloading! pay no attention to the time remaining, it's like the computer, never accurate lol. but if it continues to go up and eventually hit the infinity symbol then u need to delete and find a new file. it happens to a lot of older shows/movies.

step 8 (optional): you can watch the video in most preinstalled photo galleries with android, but if you would like to watch with subtitles you can download a media player called xplayer. it has an ad pop up when you pause a vid in it, but they don't come up randomly or anything. it's the best one i have found for free. i haven't updated mine because this phone is shit and won't allow the update lmao, so just ignore that.

[daydreamslikewaves]

Every single unfiltered thought I had watching Fast Five (2011)

- I love love love seeing Mia driving, get it guuurrl

- Brian giving 0 fucks and becoming a wanted man:

- Gonna be anxious af for Mia this whole entire film now I know she’s pregs

- Seeing these people on public transportation is for real like seeing a fish walk on land

- Paul Walker’s eyes were so blue 💔

- Omg The Rock, I didn’t realise he was gonna be a cop lol

- Brian barely able to keep up with Mia’s parkour like:

- …to be fair to Elena if Dom saved me by pushing me up against a wall I’d probs be 🥵🥵🥵 too, ynwim

- Mia’s timing to announce her pregnancy 💀💀💀 probs should have saved that for later babe

- Dom is so bbygirl in his reaction 🥹🥹🥹

- I know The Rock isn’t supposed to be funny in this but he really is

- I love how wherever these people hide out when hiding from the police, they always seem to have beer

- Dom and Brian bonding is so 🥹 but also I love seeing tender moments between alpha men on screen, where they’re trying to comfort each other. I do think that a lot of action films lack things like that and it’s a shame because it’s so important to show it

- Someone needs to edit the voiceovers better in these films bc this is the second time now Dom is not moving his mouth, but somehow is still talking, lol

- Giselleeeeeeeee my gurrrrl is back 🥰🥰🥰 also already checking out Han yeahh get it

- Already concerned about my mental well-being if anyone from this extended family dies

- Dom being like 😌😌 when he sees how blatantly into each other Giselle and Han are

- Accurate depiction of Han watching his new crush:

- Elena wearing Dom/Letty’s cross???? Who do you think you are???

- Vince dying and telling Dom his son is named after him:

- Han and Roman in uniform in those police cars tho 🥵🥵

- Dom giving Rosa and Nico the money 🥹🥹🥹🥹

- aosdjsiaorjsl Tej and Roman’s bromance

- …yeah ngl think Han and Giselle made the best use of their time and money looool

- Okay prefacing this by saying I’m obviously biased; but there was no true lead-up to the Elena/Dom romance? A few smiles and then suddenly at the end of the film they turn up to Brian and Mia’s holding hands??? Like when on Earth lol (but I like Elena as a character ok ok I will give y’all that)

Honestly each of these films keeps pleasantly surprising me, but I’m def in too deep now, you can’t help but get invested in these characters and I need there to be no more deaths 🥹🥹🥹 I know they are coming but 🥹🥹🥹

[marsipanic]

LancexOC Fic

I don’t have a title quite yet. It was supposed to be one shots, and I still might do that, but I needed a solid intro for how these two met and what their personalities together were like so now we have *motions vaguely* this. Its like 2700 words so my bad...

CW: There are cuss words in this fic. I literally cannot take the CoD universe form of cursing lmao it’s so ridiculous to me and takes me out of it at times so there will be none of that here. Also some brief violence and blood.

Anyways, I have Lance brain rot. Here is him and his bbygirl, Wyn, getting into trouble and flirting in their own way. 

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Lance tilted his chair backward, hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as the other students whispered. Surprisingly, they weren’t about him this time, despite his rare presence in the lecture hall. Something about a transfer student, and an unusual appearance.

“Eyes like Moon Opals,” someone said. “I swear it!”

Utter rubbish, he thought. It was just like them to exaggerate.

The room fell into silence at the sound of the door opening. Lance heard the sound of Invidia’s footsteps and noted the lack of insufferable squeals from the girls.

“Please do come introduce yourself,” Roy said.

There was a moment of peculiar silence. Then soft gasps traveled through the room.

“I told you so,” someone said, vindicated. “Moon Opals!”

His curiosity piqued, Lance opened one eye to see what the fuss about.

There, at the front of the room, stood a girl with hair the same color as Invidia’s valet, except it fell to one side, below the shoulder. She wore black on top of black, and her most colorful piece of clothing was the dark grey jacket that practically swallowed her small frame. On her neck was a small, black choker, and on her ears were an array of silver ringlets and studs. She did not smile, and Lance saw for himself the opal eyes, surrounded by black shadow, that peered back at the class, unimpressed and cold. They were like opals, a peculiar shade of Luxurean lilac, mixed with iridescent white.

It didn’t occur to him that he was full on gaping at her with the rest. It was when her eyes traveled through the sea of students, and found his that he started and quickly turned his head away, resuming his usual, uncaring persona.

“This is Wynifred Brahm. She comes to us from Luxure. Let us do our best to make her feel welcome, yes?” Roy said cheerfully, when Wynifred did not speak. “There seems to be an empty seat available next to Lance.”

“Rotten luck, getting placed next to Ira the first day,” the whispers started again.

“Well, she doesn’t seem that pleasant herself. Maybe they’re a perfect match.”

“Haha, oh no, what a nightmare.”

Lance did not bother opening his eyes to give a silencing scowl. He’d save that for when she turned to speak to him, and instill the same fear of him that everyone else had. He waited, eyes still closed, as Wynifred slowly made her way up the stair, and to the seat beside him. The chair dragged against the floor, and he heard the quiet ruffling of her clothes against the seat. Then silence.

When she did not speak for a time, he once again peaked one eye in her direction. She sat quietly, eyes staring, coldly, at nothing, straight ahead. She didn’t even appear to acknowledge Lance’s existence.

Just as well, Lance thought. He needn’t be bothered by yet another strange person.

Invidia assigned each student a magical formula and they were to work out the answer.

“Helping your fellow classmates is encouraged,” Roy said, as with a flick of his finger he passed out the papers.

It was a bit more complicated than the usual, but nothing that couldn’t be sorted out in time. As students surrounding him scratched their heads in confusion, Lance set to work.

Beside him, the sound of furious scribbling had already began. He looked to see Wynifred was already finishing the formula. She wrote the final equation at the bottom of the parchment, set her quill down with finality, and raised her hand.

Lance stared in disbelief. There was no way that she could have solved that that quickly…could she?

Invidia found his way over after helping a few of the fawning girls in the class.

“Are you stuck, perhaps, Wynifred?” He asked with a smile.

“I’ve finished,” she replied, plainly. Her voice was higher pitched than Lance expected, and more gentle.

Roy’s eyes widened in surprised as he picked up the parchment and looked it over.

“Impressive,” he said. “I daresay, you could help some other students with the formulaic concept if—”

“No,” she said before he could finish. “If that’s all for the lecture, then I would like to be excused.”

Hesitantly, Invidia nodded, unsure as to what else to say. Wynifred stood, and without sparing a glance in anyone’s direction, left the room, leaving the prince’s stunned and the rest of the room bustling with rumors about the new transfer student.

“What, is she some sort of genius?”

“Too good to be bothered with any of us, it seems.”

“Did you hear how she talked to Prince Roy? So rude.”

Lance scowled and clicked his tongue. She only just got here and already the lot of them were wagging their tongues about her. Typical. Although, it wasn’t as if she made it very hard for them, with those eyes, and her strange clothes.

None of my business, he thought. But his eyes lingered on her empty chair for a moment, before turning back to his parchment.

***

 Wyn sat at the tavern counter and ordered her favorite Volerian honey wine. Everyone was too drunk to bother her, or notice the peculiarity of her eyes, and that was a blessed relief.

It was hard to say how she found herself in the situation she was in. She had been counting cards for crooks in the slums of Luxure one minute. The next she was being hauled away by guards to the Isle of Colde, on the orders of the headmaster. He was an odd man, with a strange way of speaking, she thought. It was almost as if every other word he spoke was a lie, although Wyn couldn’t put her finger on why.

Through her periphery, Professor Hawke, Prince Fenn, and the Avarian valet, called Jasper, filed in, talking energetically amongst themselves. She bent her head lower, curtaining her face with her hair, but to no avail. Fenn noticed her almost immediately and made his way over, draping his arm familiarly around her shoulder.

“Why, hello, peculiar beauty,” he said. “Shouldn’t you be back in your new dorm room? Naughty girl. You caused quite a stir on your first day, you know.”

Wyn kept her eyes on her glass and tried not to keep her voice level, despite being annoyed by his antics. He was the crown prince after all, although she knew there was some debate as to how much longer he would be.

“Your Highness,” she said in plain acknowledgement. Fenn sighed, loudly.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me, my dear Opal,” he said. “I want us to be close friends! Won’t you join our table?”

“She clearly doesn’t want to drink you nosy lot.”

Wyn and Fenn turned their heads to see Lance Ira approaching the bar counter. He briefly made eye contact with Wyn before setting his sights on the Luxurean prince still draped around her.

“You don’t know how to leave well enough alone, do you?” He said. Fenn released his grip, and seemed to float over to Lance, a dreamy grin on his face.

“Don’t be cold, now, Lance. I was only trying to give our new friend a warm welcome. Maybe she’ll come if you offer, hmm?” Fen smirked, and his eyes squinted like a fox.

“Don’t drag me into such nonsense,” Lance said, now scowling. “I just came here to drink, not be friendly.”

Don’t think there was ever danger of that, Wyn thought, and turned back to her cup.

“See? You’ve gone and offended the peculiar beauty, the poor, lonely Opal. What a brute,” she heard Fenn pout, and disgruntled noises coming from Lance.

“Wha—now, see here,” he started, but Wyn drained her cup in one fell motion, and placed it on the counter with a punctual “clunk”.

“I was just leaving,” she said, and quickly hopped down from her stool.

“Surely, you’re not walking back to the academy alone?” Hawke piped up from the table, where he was looking on amused.

“Indeed,” Jasper concurred. “There are all sorts of uncouth things that happen in the shadows. It’s not safe for a young lady.”

At this, Wyn smirked. There was a point in time where she was the uncouth thing in the shadows, waiting for some drunk fool to pass so she could rob his pockets for her next meal.

“I will be fine,” she replied. Fenn’s eyes widened, but then a broad grin spread on his face.

“Lance should walk you,” he said to which Lance startled, and then furrowed his brow.

“Don’t volunteer me, you idiot,” he snapped, although he didn’t necessarily look angry. It didn’t matter at all to Wyn, who walked past them calmly, toward the door.

“Don’t bother,” she said, and left them, mouths agape.

***

Perhaps I should have taken the help after all, Wyn thought as she stared up at the starry sky from the cold cobblestone of the town. Blood ran from her nose and lip, and merged into the small puddle of blood forming behind her ear. She was fairly certain a rib or two was broken, and she hadn’t the energy left to attempt a healing spell.

Unafraid of the dark, unfamiliar paths, and always dressed to hide in them, she turned down an unlit alley and thought to know what to expect. Growing up in the slums prepared you for just about anything, and she knew just about every trick there was to catch lost strangers, and. She had even escaped slavers, mistaking her for a Vanan, before. There was nothing to be afraid of, anymore. She had seen the worst people had to offer and lived to tell the tale.

So when the bottle smashed, hard, over her head, and she hit the ground, her immediate response, through blurred vision was to cast fire, and to cast a lot of it. Everywhere. Black cloaks were set ablaze, and some cries of pain and surprise ricocheted through the alleyway.

“You little bitch…!” One said, before kicking her hard in the side, and when she did not cry out, enraged, they struck her again in the face before escaping into the darkness.

Wyn managed to lean against a wall, and stumble, and then crawl, somewhere closer to the main road in town, away from the smoke and chaos she had conjured. Finally, collapsing on to her back, she conceded that she may have underestimated the rogues on the isle. Regardless, she would make her way back to the academy, eventually, somehow, and take care of the wounds herself. She only need rest for a moment…

When she stirred, she barely noticed was moving. Frantic voices took turns on either side of her and she could only make out a word or two here and there.

“…never let her go alone!”

“This is…most worrying.”

“Why did she…”

Wyn’s face was pressed against a firm back, and she was cloaked in something warm,  on top of her already too-big jacket.

Smells nice, she absently thought.

It was short-lived, however, when she heard the rattling of the academy gates opening. All at once she had remembered her predicament, and jolted upright, shocking everyone nearby.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Hawke said. “You’ve been injured pretty badly, and we don’t know to what extent.”

“Put me down,” Wyn said, and fought to wrangle free from Lance’s back. He did release her, only to catch her around the legs and waist when she immediately thereafter crumpled at her knees from the jolting pain in her ribs and head.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that, Opal,” Fenn was heard saying, and Wyn winced at the note of pity in his voice. “You’ve bled quite a bit, it seems.”

“We’re taking you to the infirmary at once,” Jasper finished.

“No,” she said, her voice strained. “I don’t need the damned infirmary. I just want to go to my chamber, alone.”

“Hey.”

She turned her head to see Lance looking at her. His mouth was a hard line, and his brow furrowed in frustration, but his eyes were glimmering with concern.

“Stop being a nuisance, and let me take you to the infirmary,” he said. “Then everyone will leave you be.”

Wyn paused. She was drawing quite a bit of attention to herself, fighting them this way. The last thing she wanted was for more people to see her in that state. It was bad enough she was found by the one lot she’d have to see nearly every day. If she could become invisible in that moment, she would have. The pain was nothing in comparison to the humiliation.

As if he read her mind, Lance turned to the others.

“I’ll take her, this time. Best not to cause even more disruption. You all go on.”

“You’re sure, lad?” Hawke asked, not convinced.

“Her injuries are going to get worse the more we sit out here trying to wrangle her like a wet cat,” Lance said, and Wyn felt a pang of annoyance at the comparison. “I’ll take her, it will cause less disruption.”

After a moments pause, the others agreed, perhaps understanding what was being left unsaid, and went to their chambers, after saying they would be checking up on the matter. When they were out of sight, Lance wrapped Wyn in his coat once more and, cradling her, took her to the infirmary, with not a word spoken between the two of them, until she was in the infirmary bed.

“It was foolish of you to walk back alone,” he said.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” she said, flatly. “Or your help, for that matter.”

“Would you have preferred that we left you, bleeding and unconscious in the cold?”

“I would prefer to be alone. Speaking of which, why are you still here?” She asked. Seeing as Toa had been notified, and was on his way, there was no reason for the Irian to still be there.

His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, and he turned his face away, scowling.

“Most people would just say ‘thank you’. You’re the ungrateful sort, then?”

“What ‘sort’ I am doesn’t concern you,” Wyn meant to sound angrier, but her breath hitched in pain, and she grimaced. The scowl on Lance’s face melted away into blatant concern, then into a sheepish expression.

“Next time, I will walk you,” he said. “And before you say anything, I want to be left alone, as well. So just hush, and let’s just get on with it.”

Now, too exhausted to fight, Wyn shut her eyes, and clamped her jaw. She was at the mercy of others at the moment, with her magic too depleted to heal, and her head was pounding.

I suppose this is better than waking in cold, she thought, begrudgingly.

“…your name is Wynifred, then?” Lance asked.

There was a long silence, and Lance scoffed.

“I don’t even know why I bothered ask—” he began, frustrated.

“Wyn.”

“….!”

Lance’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I prefer Wyn,” she said, softly.

Lance nodded. He sat beside her, wordlessly, until Toa entered the room, looking rather put off.

“Creators, why am I not surprised to see you involved, Ira,” he said.

Lance clicked his tongue and, wordlessly, stood to leave. Wyn felt a pang that wasn’t her ribs, almost as though she was dreading the idea of him leaving, and she opened her mouth to say something. When he noticed, he raised an eyebrow at her.

“What? Too afraid without me now?” He mocked. Wyn rolled her eyes and chastised herself for being so ridiculous. She was exhausted, clearly, and had had quite enough of Lance Ira for a lifetime. She frowned and turned her head out the window, refusing a rebuttal.

“Have it your way, then,” Lance said, and past Toa who had healing potions on hand. An odd feeling took hold of him as he left the foyer, and glanced over his shoulder to look at the silhouette of the peculiar transfer girl.

[imsleepyanon]

the mood. THE MOOD. of this entire thing. insane.

ok so, here's thing about lore's writing. the way they write just tickles me, punches me, hugs me, chokes me--everything under the sun, it just fundamentally messes with me. i still need to think about this critically bc even i dont exactly know why it does, but all i know is that my cells are eating this up like its the only thing edible left on earth.

one thing i do know is that the way they space dialogue, paragraphs, etc., is smth i appreciate A LOT. i didnt realize this until i wrote for myself (im an ex-writer!!) and even while i read other fics, i found myself almost viscerally reacting to poorly spaced fics. that's a talk for another day, but i just have to say that lore has mastered AMBIENCE. atmosphere. mood. there is this flow, like the waves against the shore, that just makes SENSE. i still need to pick at this more to be able to properly verbalize it, but it for sure adds to why their writing seems so artful to me. like those paintings you'd want to hang up in your reading room.

OK SLIGHTLY RELATED, but the use of parentheses (im starting to think theres smth wrong with me bc why am i fixating on such small things) is so. natural. i think this is what i meant when i referred to "stream of consciousness-esque" things, where details are included in ways that make the entire thing scenic. it feels like a movie, reading this (all of lore's works are like this tbf). it feels like im witnessing smth, but it's almost tangible, the way it unassumingly appears. but the things said there add so much, it adjusts the hue of the writing, or maybe it increases contrast or its the color that's been balanced with those details (using illustration/art terms now LOL).

honestly reading this makes me want to read properly again. i used to breathe books, but as i got jaded and stuff happened in my life, i stopped reading. and im realizing now as i write out these thoughts, that being a reader makes me so so so happy. this is also why i probably couldnt contain the urge to make a tumblr just to harass lore, bc they reminded me that i love being a reader. it felt like biting into a dessert i forgot existed, a favorite that was left in my past.

this became oddly sentimental/emotional, but tbh writing this out is oddly therapeutic to me. i have a lot of appreciation for writers, and i think it bubbled to a point where i couldnt contain it well (like literally, wth is this post). but i think it's more than deserved, that's why comments go a long way for creative people. being in a world ruled by algorithms and numbers and engagement makes it so hard to create the things you want to, and it makes it a lot harder for works to meet the right people.

im happy i found lore, and that theyve continued to write despite the stuff happening to creative content these days. lore, if youre reading this, i hope that this mess of a ramble does even a fraction of what your writing has done for me! the small moments of excitement or happiness i get from your work, its moments like that, that allow me to breathe a little.

on a lighter note, why is it so fitting that jy calls you "dearest." SOB that man, no wonder he was my first bbygirl. i find it so fascinating lore decided to use "dearest" as opposed to "honey," which seemingly has the same meaning/undertone, but NO. IT IS SO DIFFERENT. BUT MY QUESTION IS, HOW DID THEY KNOW ???? IS THIS INTUITIVE ??? omg im going to actually talk about their characterization abilities later, it actually drives me feral. (its their blade characterization that finally broke the camels back and i literally had to comment as anon...and now here we are, off anon and i'm literally writing essays in reblogs....do tumblr users even do this? i still dont know how to use the site but i think i want to use it as like, a personal fic reading diary now. and who's to stop me? god? god cant save me now)

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[this. this is exactly why i used to avoid commenting on writers' stuff bc, who the hell looks at this and thinks it's normal? bc i certainly dont. but once i started writing, every little comment meant so much, ofc as long as they werent asking when the next chapter would be uploaded. funny thing, that's actually why i stopped writing myself; just got tired of it, and the constant hounding made me avoid the series i was writing for. RIPPP, and im assuming this is also why old me just left fic-life altogether.

but seeing that this is quite enjoyable for me too--yk, being able to fangirl (neutral) about writers/works that ive enjoy so much, im lowkey going to commit myself to have this reading diary of sorts. and then the writers can know that they have an unhinged anon (me) eyeing their works like its their last meal (it is)]

(a continuation of this piece)

"i was surprised that you were late today."

jing yuan says halfway through lunch. he speaks over the rim of his teacup. his lips are curled in an easy, gentle smile. his shoulders are relaxed, posture slack as he leans against his own bent leg.

he's barely touched his meal.

(you have a full bowl as well.)

"i got caught up with work." a lie. a blatant one. you're never late for lunches, and you always let jing yuan know if you even have an inkling of being a few minutes past your appointed time. you're careful about it. meticulous.

your visit to blade has made you careless. dulled you with a grief that is eating you alive.

jing yuan hums thoughtfully. you hope he won't press this. he's-- he's an unusually calm character when he wants to be. you're his lover-- dutifully, horribly reliable and loyal. he has no reason to doubt you.

(except, you'd spent the first half of the day in the shackling prison with its beau acratic hoops and horrors, all to see yingxing. to be heartbroken all over again.)

you thought it would bring you some closure. in retrospect, this was more wishful thinking. all its left you with is an hot, branding ache in your chest. a wound ripped open anew. it had already scarred over, albeit imperfectly healed.

(jing yuan never minded this. he could tell he carried things with you, he'd both told and shown you this. and truthfully, how could you not? being undying does not lend itself to happiness. it lends itself to an accumulation of sin that cannot be undone. cannot be lessened.)

"dear?" jing yuan asks, voice mirthful and sweet. "are you with me?"

"yes." you force yourself present. you hope your eyes aren't too puffy. "i am distracted. what did you say?"

"i asked you what kept you at work." jing yuan asks, so easy. so kind. "if lady fu is working you to hard, i am happy to arrange a few days off for you. is a vacation in order?"

"no, it's alright." you rush, stumble over your words. "i should've planned better is all. how is your lunch?"

jing yuan rests his chin on his palm, "i'm not very hungry today. i apologize, dearest."

"you don't need to apologize. it happens." you assure him. "i'll make you a meal tomorrow. just let me know what you're in the mood for."

"you spoil me."

"i simply treat you well." you tell him. you're grateful you're able to. that the general lets you close enough to cook for him and feed him morsels and lounge on his personal terrace in the artificial sun each day during noontime.

"you do." jing yuan says softly. reverent. he gets like this sometimes. moony and a little dumb about it. so genuine and earnest it breaks you.

(it makes your lie feel that much more sour.)

jing yuan opens his mouth to say more, but promptly redirects as yanqing arrives, swords floating around his back. he and the general talk, carouse for a moment. yanqing has had yet another day of sparring. that's good. that's nice.

(yingxing doesn't remember you. only you are burdened with this memory. will this feeling eat you alive? it's-- it feels worse than it did when you were younger. more naive. when things fell apart and you were burdened with standing by and watching the world you loved so much, with the people you loved so much fall apart. even jing yuan was away, making a name for himself. proving his worth.)

(you alone bear this.)

your chest aches.

jing yuan is at your side. you hadn't noticed him approach you so directly.

"dearest, walk with me?" jing yuan asks and offers you a hand to help you stand. yanqing is already tucking into his meal, waving goodbye.

the terrace is wide, and high above the rest of the luofu's structure. it's lush with plants. vining fruits, plump and ready to be picked curl along its railing. flowers bloom wide and bright.

(you wish you could focus on the beauty of it. how kind a place this is. how fortunate you are to have made it this far.)

"you're distracted today." jing yuan says, guiding you to a bench. his hand lays warm and firm on your shoulder. "are you sure the divination commission is giving you trouble?"

(no, the mutual past lover you both share is layers below you in the shackling prison. radiating an energy that feels astral and unholy. the kindness purged from him. yingxing really is dead, isn't he?)

"no, i promise." you give him a half-truth and a smile that you hope isn't as withered as you fear it is.

jing yuan looks pleasantly neutral. perhaps, if you were some foreign diplomatic or tourist you'd be charmed by such expression. the arbiter general of the luofu is known to be ruthless in battle with a lovely personal disposition. perhaps you'd see this moment as a reflection of that rumor.

you know, however, that in this moment jing yuan is frustrated. he will not treat you with the same firmness that he does his retainer or his subordinates, but you know the feeling is, perhaps, the same.

jing yuan doesn't like when you withhold information. he has always vocally appreciated your candor, with a sweet honesty that's disarming as it comes from a man who speaks in half-truths so frequently.

and now, you lie to him. your jaw is locked and your eyes still feel scratchy and swollen from your tears.

jing yuan begins to speak and you cut him off. grab his hand with a squeeze and pull yourself into his side.

"do you remember when you broke the first blade that yingxing made for you?" you ask.

jing yuan goes still for a moment. just a second of hesitation but you catch it. the feeling melts away as he laughs, tinged with melancholy. "i do. he was furious with me. and you had to collect new ore off-ship for a month for him to craft a replacement."

"i did." you whine with a laugh. "it was miserable. 'roid mining is awful. i was cleaning astradust from under my fingernails for weeks when i got back."

"but, you came back with the ore regardless."

"yes, and i never did again. no matter how much yingxing tried to bribe me."

"you were too busy entertaining the young lady fu to be his errand boy. i remember well."

"i probably could've made the time." you tell him. he knows this already. "i just didn't want to be away. i would've missed you both too much."

"is that why you so graciously eat with me each day?"

"i do that because i love you." you squeeze his hand. "and i enjoy your company. and want to be near you."

(you want to hold him until the last moment, however that takes shape.)

jing yuan hums. he fits you so your cheek presses against his collarbone, and his chin rests on the top of your hand. his arms wrap around your middle, squeezing and rubbing his thumbs over you. he holds you tightly to him.

"the feeling is mutual." jing yuan tells you, soft in a hushed voice only you get to hear.

you bear your weight into him. he catches you easily. holds you until yanqing calls for you both to stop being so 'gross' and to 'rate his form' on a new maneuveur he's been practicing.

jing yuan leads you once more, never fully pulling away from you. a hand on your waist, a palm over the small of your back. he puts you in his lap the moment yanqing excuses himself to flit about.

"you need to get back to the divination commission soon, don't you?" jing yuan asks, probing.

"i took the day off."

"you did, now?" jing yuan has already seen through you. this you know.

"yes." you tell him.

(you want to tell him more. you want to scream and beat the ground. perhaps you willl, later, in the privacy of your shared home.)

for now, you satiate the ache with the truth.

"i saw blade earlier. that's why i was late."

jing yuan squeezes you. it almost hurts as he curls over you.

"and?" jing yuan asks. there's a weakness in his voice that you seldom hear. "are you satisfied?"

"hardly." you tell him, turning his arms to wrap your legs around his waist. to drag him closer until your chest to chest and can hear the steady heartbeat thumping under his sternum. "i don't think i ever will be. i miss him too much. he's just gone."

"i know."

"it's awful, isn't it?"

"it simply is." jing yuan says. this is his way-- the way he has kept himself from being eaten alive by mara. you cannot be cannibalized by the thriving rot if you simply choose to let go of the awful, terrible things that would cleave another person in two. he look at the objective rationality of each situation-- this is why he is the longest-lived general. this is why he is a brilliant strategist, and a soft, grounding lover.

because, he reminds you that yingxing is dead, and any fondness you carry for the man known as blade is misplaced.

"do you not miss him?"

"of course." jing yuan kisses your temple. holds you tightly lest you plunge into the ground or float into the sky. "that does not change things though, does it?"

hope is a twisted thing, you think. in this instance, it's better to kill it. whatever mission yingxing-- no, blade has set out to complete should not concern you. there are greater crises. worse ills.

kinder realities that lay in front of you. at your feet. in your arms.

you nose into jing yuan's jaw. each shuddering breath he gives you, you savor. there's no use clinging, is there? but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy each moment you have with him. you'll be at his side until the divinations carve that that will no longer be possible. you will reminisce, however painful-- but aeons, you must refuse to let your past burden you.

so, you hold jing yuan like a lover does. cup his cheeks and kiss him until he's groaning against your lips, grinding you in his lap. he nips at your lips with a laugh as he pulls you flush to him. closer, closer, closer--

you will hold this in your cupped palms, as long as fate allows. perhaps, you both have earned that much.

[irishmanwhore]

BRADLEY SAVE US BBYGIRL

[thekoatemmie]

Finally ended and got the perfect epilogue

Saved all gondians and the ppl from the submarine (I think I spent two days trying all strategies possible)

Killed Sarevok

Playing frostpunk with my boyfriend astarion in the underdark

Gale is alive and a professor

Karlach is alive with wyll in the underdark

Karlach did not use once infernal fury in the whole adventure

I saved the emperor cause this bitch was on my side from day one and did not wanted to orpheus to became a mindflayer and not me or karlach.

Tried to run from ansurn cause I did not want to kill him,but the scene of Blade of Avernus not triggered so I like to believe I knocked him out,since I was with non lethal damage on

(fight was hard af ended with 1hp),this gay bitch was TOUGH.

My tav was an asshole so she killed the investigator cause she did not like that bitch who was doubting her and did not want to fight fucking sarevok,but later she kills him anyway when she tries to be like lol killed your grandaughter then he is like lol time to some asoiaf lore and the fights begin. So I guess is ok

The fight with veconia was hilarious.I was talking to her meanwhile my bf was there shootings arrows and the fight not triggered, later I talked with the ppl and they were like wow can't believe she died and I was haha so funny,who must have done that.

And later I killed all the sharrans anyway,fight hard af on balanced can't imagine on tactician or honor.

Bbygirl shadowheart is with selune and her parents are alive (this bitch killed them then I had to safescum way back cause I forgot to safescum)

Btw I managed to save all the gondians and still have an alliance with gortash lol.It was funny to see karlach in all of her glory with mermaid robe laughing at his death.

I did not managed to save the child from ethel however I killed the hag.

Killed the zentharim (10k gold lets goooo)

GUESS WHO SAVED ALL THE TIEFLINGS??

Killed Raphael (pretty armor lets gooo)

Managed to knock out Minsc (hard af btw,this bitch is SQUICHY,he died all the time) but not Korrila 🥲🥲🥲.

NO ONE RECOGNIZED THAT I DID NOT SELL THE GITHYANK EGG

At first I managed to make Lazel stay on earth (I am a bard I see a skill dialogue I click on it) but when I got the perfect epilogue (Karlach and gale alive and still with astarion) I failed the check so know she is a diplomat.

And more,I safescumed a lot,sometimes I would go back HOURS to make something right like the shadowcurse.(Was already on act 3)

But It's ok cause I based my tav on Frisk from undertale so it's part of the RP.

I named her Furisk as a joke,ans cause you know a skeleton with one hp who Dodges all your attacks,the narrator,you are mute and avoids fights by talking and flirting,the underdark,etc.But later got attached from months playing with her and now she is stuck with this name.Made her a tiefling cause I wanted to emulate the feeling of what Frisk a human felt in a place full of monsters, but I should have made her a drow instead🙃.

Anyway here are the final photos, FURISK I LOVE YOU.

I think I played with her for around 200 hours no joke.

[rillette]

Love how normal you are about your baby girl <3

I really like reading your tag rambles, especially since I’m not super familiar with the lanterns so it’s a really fun way to learn little cannon tidbits. Hope you have a good day!

I'm so insanely normal about him thank you for noticing how normal I am <3

UEHEHE TYY!!! I love talking in tags alot I'm glad u get a kick out of em! Hope u have a great day as well ^_^ <3