#bless ur heart

[astrxlfinale]

My account being a Nihility Star Rail account?

Adds up perfectly. LMAO.

Nihility sure carried me to hell and back out here..

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[astutior]

"you okay? caught you staring off into space again." // :3c

@kerothi

They speak in hushed voices around the campfire, so as to avoid waking those few allies fortunate enough to actually get some rest. The hour is late, and exhausted though he may be, Armin's mind is far too loud to permit anything of the sort. There's so much to consider. Too many unknowns. Old friends and comrades suddenly want them dead, not to mention the lack of support from the rest of Paradis's population. The people they swore to protect have turned their backs on their protectors.

And then there's Eren.

How badly Armin wants to offer his oldest, dearest friend the benefit of the doubt. He wants to believe Eren has a plan. A real plan, that isn't going to end in the destruction of everything they've dreamed about since they were little kids. Something that won't result in the loss of hundreds-- no-- thousands of innocent lives. That isn't the boy Armin grew up with. The one who fought off his bullies even when it meant getting his own ass kicked in the process. Eren is impulsive and stubborn, but he's always been more of a white knight than a villain, and Armin can't say he's ever thought of him as cruel.

The Eren he grew up with is no murderer.

Right?

"I don't think I know who he is anymore." Armin's gaze doesn't leave the fire when the words come out. It feels strange to say them out loud. "Eren, I mean."

He pulls his knees to his chest and rests his chin on top of them, watching as a few sparks leap up from the flames and fizzle out before they can touch the ground.

"We've been friends since we were kids. I always thought I knew him better than anyone, but now I don't have the slightest idea what he's thinking. The only thing I know for sure is it feels... final."

Something twists in his chest like a key tightening the spring in a wind-up toy. It hurts.

"I want to believe everything will work out, but there's this feeling I can't shake. Like our last moments together already happened and we didn't even know."

[zoskas]

insane respect to college profs who don't email me about late assignments it takes the pressure off so much LOLLL

[fancycolours]

Rexie is my otp 💜💜

Awwww. 🥺💜

[linkito]

SCREECHING thank yOU he's so so pretty

Commission for @linkito of AU Grian 🫶 Thank you again for commissioning meeeee 🫶🫶

[radisprettysick]

Just here to drop random thirst traps

I wanna ride him before making him a breakfast you only see at 5 star restaurants

[submissivefeminist]

69, obviously!

But of course!

[got7]

thank u to the one person who acknowledged it

[lepusrufus]

That awkward moment when you find your gal pal somewhat drunk in the studio and for some reason you're compelled to not let her sleep on the shoddy breakroom couch (again)

[bbrissonn]

luke??? 😫😫

also the red + blue + red chairs- i cant omg 🥹🥹

[yooniesim]

stupidity below the cut! 😂

[cupiidzbow]

thank you for so much love on my sona sheet update i am so happy you all like my funny monkey guy 😢😢 AND AUGHGHH!!!!!! HUGE THANK U TO MY ABSOLUTE SWEET AND WONDERFUL FRIENDS (@linaharutaka ) and (@qilinkisser) for the most gorgeous art you made for me today ….. I’m literally in tears oh my gosh………thank you 😢😢😢

[messymaelstrom]

I just want to talk abt this panel

It's hitting me really hard that the author (genius) is so accurately representing various types of trauma, particularly this.

Oh my fucking god do I relate. This is exactly how I (still) feel about adults/other people.

Laios has been "othered" throughout all of his developmental years. Everyone knew he was different (read: neurodivergent) and they made damn sure he knew it, too. From what we know of his relationship with his parents (from the brief nightmare & the fact Laios is no contact), we know his parents were doing the same thing to him.

He grew up with no sense of safety in being himself, and he still feels it. It's present in how he was reluctant to admit he likes (uh, loves. He loves them) monsters. I'm certain he was berated and shamed for that too. Once he crosses that milestone of just admitting it though, he's all in on being his authentic self despite the criticism he's still getting from the party (a lot).

It's really the perfect situation to try being authentic; if they want to revive Falin they need to get to her as fast as possible, which means no time to get money for "adventurer food," so they are eating monsters. Now Laios is able to indulge an interest, and it's fantastic Senshi is there to guide him and match that enthusiasm. Senshi is the least judgemental of Laios, and I hope Laios considers him a safe person.

And there's no doubt that Laios' deep interest (love) of monsters is continually saving the party's collective ass. It's practical knowledge!! Thank god he knows so much!!

Anyway thanks for coming to my Tedtalk, I have a lot to say about emotional abuse at all times

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

You know something I think about is that this fic was about Kai's relationships and how he found, lost, and then rediscovered trust and acceptance within his friends and family yet somehow i feel like i know the ups and down of Jay and Cole's relationship so well. i feel like Cole doesn't know how to rely on Jay because he's been raised with so much emotional neglect that he feels he has to be the strong one or what even is he and that "its not Jay's job to take care of him" while on the other very opposite hand Jay is frustrated because he wants Cole to lean on the relationship the way he does and a part of him feels unwanted and rejected when Cole (who thinks he's protecting Jay) doesn't lean on him the same way and open up to him. And this stems from Cole's history of thinking nobody can handle the weight of what it means to be his friend (dealing with the forever grief of having lost a parent that understood him and all that obtains) because his father treated him like a bother and Jay's insecurity of thinking nobody likes him or genuinely enjoys his personality and company (stemming from bullying/difficulties with his adhd and how that outcasted him).

anyways this doesnt even touch on Zane and Lloyd (boy is there a lot to discuss there!) i just thought it was so fascinating how we know so much despite seeing their dynamics outside of Kai so little, and how that speaks to what a brilliant and engaged writer you are.

sorry for playing therapist here for a moment teehee

:D!!!!!!!!!! AYO??? NO PLS CONTINUE PLAYING THERAPIST THIS IS AN EXCELLENT DISSECTION HELLO??? Fr man you NAILED it, that makes me so giddy??? I love to drop every hint to tell you how every character is feeling while keeping it almost strictly from one characters POV, it's one of my favourite ways to write so the fact that it came across and you were able to feel like you knew all about the relationships between the other characters even though we were never really in their heads is!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! That's so cool!!!! That makes me feel cool!!!!! Thank you for sending this dude, made my morning <3

[jemkha]

Tfw you are a small, ephemeral being who finds a purpose in living through your deep love for someone you wish to protect, but you are forced to watch your beloved get tormented and die violently via stabbing because you are a weak, useless creature that cannot protect anything…

Or is this too specific of a trope???

[And then later u get a human form and you meet back up with your beloved (who didn’t actually “die”), but they don’t recognize you at all until near the end of the story.]

[prettyboykatsuki]

isagi is so good at faux sympathy i think. he does feel bad for you, a little bit. but he also thinks the way you blink up at him with your eyes all hazy, so overstimulated you can't do anything but whine his name over and over is so cute. he likes gently coaxing you into talking (trying to talk. he knows you can't. he knows you're just gonna hiccup and whimper, push at his wrist as he plays with your pussy to his hearts content - bright blue eyes taking in your expression) it's faux sympathy because he doesn't really feel bad, but you seem comforted by the sound of his voice. he always lets you believe what you like, wipes your watery eyes and says oh? it's too much, huh? im sorry baby but his hands keep moving anyway