#but a great story nonetheless

[sisaloofafump]

Little guys in the valentines special today

[ariadne-mouse]

"Because Lazuli, I loved. This [you and I] is just politics."

Caramelinda out to do some caramelizing with FIRE today

[fitzrove]

Started watching a "problem with greek myth retellings" video and it began with a blurb montage like "Condemned by the misogynist guys of history, this is the true girlboss feminist story of [A WOMAN]" and like. brb writing one of those about crown prince rudolf. It's ok he's like a misunderstood girlboss to me<3

[simgerale]

CHAPTER NINETEEN ; 2/3

TRANSCRIPT:

magdalena: Ahem.

antoin: Empress Magdalena, this may be your castle, but you have crossed yet another line by barging in here—

m: He is awake.

a: ...How?

celeste: She is his, and he is hers. The Seam has spoken. Do discuss the politics after I have left.

[incoherent arguments fill the room]

m: In light of recent events, I am feeling rather forgiving and will overlook the fact that multiple Eden citizens have trespassed onto my land this morning.

[everyone goes silent]

m: Since the entire delegation seems to be here, I ask that Emperor Antoin and his people meet with my council and I in an hour.

a: I am afraid that circumstances do not permit—

m: Should I not be so forgiving? Perhaps you and your men would like to fulfill the punishment that the treaty permits, even in its last days?

sheridan: We will be there, your majesty.

m: Good. Our empires depend on it.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[akechi-if-he-slayed]

p5 gatsby au with akira as gatsby + sumire as daisy + goro as nick are we seeing a vision

[pop-punklouis]

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[chidoroki]

Yakuza Reincarnation (July 19, 2019 - Present) 4 Years / 11 Volumes

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 23

"Little Sheba" by .38 Special

[maecaart]

Yoko

I actually like Yoko a lot as a character, I don’t wanna blame cosplayers for giving her a bad rap, I just think people only saw the cosplayers and not the show. So their opinions were “this character is only cosplayed cuz she’s sexy so she must just be eye candy.” 

when people tell me that, it’s like, “ah, you never watched the show. cool. I don’t need to respect that opinion.” cuz it’s like super gatekeepy on the cosplay community and misses the entire point. 

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[patchun]

I love how the plot of 17.5 is absolutely something that would happen in a fanfic but in the BEST way possible.

An ancient eastern creature with the power to absorb anything is beaten only by an equally ancient western creature with the power to destroy anything who also happens to be a fan favorite people have been obsessed with for years. An infinite power versus infinite power situation, Kirby vs Flandre, it's almost TOO cool for a fanfic, yet it happened in canon!

[randomnameless]

Hc family lizards: what do you think rhea would’ve raised billy like if jeralt stayed/fucked off but left billy behind

Maybe Sothis would have woken up earlier?

Anyways, I think Billy is happier - they're not called by a nickname they don't like - they maybe participate a lot in the chorals (since no one is here to tell anyone their singing is a "bother"), still pick up things on the ground to help randoms around, etc etc.

Maybe Billy would have had more friends - and wouldn't feel that self-conscious about their supposed "lack of emotions" since the monastery people accepted them nonetheless. I think they would still find a way to be a teacher - maybe not a church official, Rhea doesn't force people to participate in the Church after all - but I think they'd really like to be a member of the Officer's Academy.

We basically have the Billy from the pre TS, before Jerry kicks the bucket.

As for Sothis... if Billy shows no signs of awakening, then Rhea dgaf, but if she learns Sothis is in Billy and is still alive, idk, would Sothis be like the Atem to Billy's Yugi? Or maybe Rhea would try to find a way for Sothis to transmigrate in a body of her own, idk. Ditto for Billy taking her role, just like what happens in the game, she'll ask them if they want it or not. Maybe teach them what she does, why she does those things, and how it can help people, etc. Billy will have to choose, later, if they want to take care of Garreg Mach and guide Fodlan like Rhea tried to - with Sothis's help maybe? - or if they prefer to remain a teacher.

Ultimately, the most difficult point would be for Billy to be a fighter - Rhea wouldn't want them to fight, it's too dangerous! But if Billy realy really really wants to fight - to protect their fam - then I can see her giving them sword lessons (and punching lessons, but they must keep it a secret from Seteth!).

And they would eat Zanado Fruits sat on a warm rock after each "training session".

[illusionsofdreaming]

I know the fic is like 2 years ago (damn that’s long) and i beg. May i request a pov of cale in the next life? It would add more salt to the wound reading his pov TvT

Oh wow, has it been 2 years already? I didn't expect people to still remember that piece haha

I do have a sequel planned for it actually which is also written in Cale's perspective, but it won't be a retelling of that scene but of something else... 👀

[taniushka12]

remedy is like christopher nolan if christopher nolan could not only come up with interesting concepts but also execute them WAY better than he does and also with a better pacing

[nezuscribe]

arguing with arranged!gojo is difficult because he’s not used to arguing with women and you’re not used to arguing period.

it rarely happens, but when it does it gets really heated between the two of you. you pace around your room, huffing as gojo stands there with his arms crossed, nose flaring.

like that one time he found out that one of the new guards the brought in from the west was somebody you used to fool around with.

yeah that was bad.

“why do you even care!” you snap at him, and he can’t find a plausible reason aside from the fact that he was purely jealous.

this guard that they’d brought in from the west, much to your shock, was somebody you used to see in the late hours of the night. you never did anything frisky, just some shared kisses here and there.

but the moment you saw him, your whole demeanor changed. and gojo could tell. it took a bit of picking and prodding (which gojo is great at) but you eventually told him the story.

and he was not excited to hear it.

“i want him gone,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, shrugging indefinitely.

“fine,” you throw your arms up, “get him out. but what about those girls? you think i don’t want them gone whenever we walk into one of those balls or those dinners? when i see the way they look at you? you think that’s easy for me?”

“it’s different,” his tone is unwavering and cold.

you scoff, shaking your head in dismay.

“what? what’s so different? that i kissed him? big deal!” you feel like you want to cry and yell and jump and scream at the same time.

because it was different. for you. because the men didn’t seem to care that gojo had a new wife, or that he cared for her. but the ladies did. they gossiped in frenzied tones, batted their eyelashes at him even more as if that could cast him away from your spell.

so you didn’t know why he cared so much about this one man. why it should matter to him when he’s had far, far more experiences than you.

you felt hurt that he doubted you, angered with his hypocrisy, and tired from spending the entire day ignoring each other.

“this is going nowhere,” you mutter eventually, picking up your pillow as his eyes drop to your hands, “i’m sleeping somewhere else.”

“what-”

“and don’t follow me,” you bite out, not even glancing behind your shoulder as you begin to sulk out of your shared bedroom to your old one all across the estate.

and sure, maybe you’re not being entirely fair. there’s been some petty arguments when he bumps into one of his old girls, but it didn’t hurt nonetheless when he accused you of lying, when the conversation of your old romantic life was just never brought up.

you wipe at the stray tears on your cheek as you slug down the stairs, sniffling to yourself as you curse your husband to hell and back, when a force unlike any other picks you up from behind.

“what?” you squeal, your body manicured over a strong shoulder, your legs near his torso, your eyes facing his back as you kick at him, “let me go, i’m going to fall!”

“don’t make me laugh,” gojo murmured, one strong arm around your waist, the other around your thighs as he hauls you back up the stairs.

“i told you not to follow me,” you grumble, pinching his back but he doesn’t react.

“you’re funny if you think i’ll let you sleep alone.”

your brows furrow, feeling the need to kick him, but also not wanting him to drop you.

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your bedroom, opening the door with his free hand (unbridled strength if the greatest warrior of the north meant he could pick you up with just one hand) and plops you back on the mattress.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking away, hoping he can’t see the tear marks.

because it did hurt. his words hurt you. they cut deep. and he notices, his gaze softening slightly.

“don’t cry,” he whispers, leaning down to trace your tears away but you swat his hand off of your face.

“then don’t make me cry,” you say with a heavy sigh, siting upwards, back slightly hunched.

you take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes as you glance upwards at him. it’s been a while since the two of you had fought, and the first time over something serious, and he looks awful.

“i don’t judge you for being with those girls,” you start with a heavy whisper, “you did what you could to stay sane. but don’t judge me for doing the same.”

gojo breathes deeply through his nose, blinking.

“you’re right,” he says after a heavy second, causing you too look up in confusion.

he nods again, his big hand cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he catches the stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“you’re right and i’m sorry,” he repeats, and you’ve never had somebody agree with you before, “i just…saw the way he looks at you and…i didn’t like it.”

you offer him a small nod.

“but he just looked at me,” you shift so that your resting on your haunches, hands in your lap. he towers over you, one hand going to cradle the back of your head.

gojo shrugs, like he can’t put it into comprehensible words how he felt when that guard looked at you with hunger in his eyes. how only he was allowed to look at you with such starvation.

“i didn’t like it,” he can only repeat, and you know he struggles with his emotions, spent years hiding them so that they wouldn’t become his weakness.

“do you want to sleep?” he finally asks you, and you slowly blink, trying to hide the tiredness from your face.

“i’ll still be here when you wake up,” he offers and you crack a small smile, trying to hide it from him.

but your smile drops as you think, eyes darting up to his.

“it’s okay to not like something, and it’s okay to feel angry that you don’t. but don’t ever, ever, make me feel like that again because of it.”

your stare is unwavering, and he feels a certain sense of pride in seeing that. and gojo nods, one steady movement as he drops down to his knees, trying to be level with your gaze.

“you have my full authority to strike me down if i do,” he promises, his hands cupping your face, his words serious but you can’t help but giggle.

“good,” you murmur, tugging slightly harshly on some of the strands of his hair as he winces, pushing you back onto the bed with the sheer force of his body, climbing up into you as he hold you close to him.

you let out another laugh as he acts like a bear cub, not wanting to move an inch away from your warmth as he cuddles into you, trying to finish his massive size compared to you.

the two of you laid in silence, a comfortable one, as he laid his head in your chest, hearing the steady rhythm of your heart.

“i am sorry,” he whispers, craning his neck to look up at you as he rests his chin on your sternum, “i’m sorry.” he says again, his words barely above a sound.

you blink again, moving some of the hair away from his face as you observe his sorrowful features.

“i know,” you whisper back.

gojo finds your hands, interweaving your fingers together, heart tugging when he feels your ring against his skin.

he brings the finger to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the ring as you watch him silently. no other words needed to be said, no words left unspoken as he pulls you into his chest.

because no woman would amount to a sliver of you. and no man would amount to a morsel of him.

[friendofthecrows]

Thanks for asking @slumberlullaby , it means exactly what you said except that it will be a remake rather than a sequel specifically because we want to include as much of the "canon" lore as possible, and there is also not a good way to do that as a sequel, since in the most popular ending, almost everyone dies :)

Reminder that the (non-imaginary) Goncharov remake project is recruiting! Check out the list of roles in the following google doc, and then join the discord in my pinned post :) Anyone can help make this fever dream a reality.

Please signal boost! (but no pressure)