#but like hell is he going to admit it

[keldae]

Borrowing

Sometimes, the evenings around camp were completely peaceful and uneventful. It was quiet, and soothing, and provided the party with time to relax before retiring to their tents for sleep.

And then sometimes a fallen log serving as an impromptu bridge would break while two members of the party were exploring around the campsite, dumping said members of the party into the river. Wyll and Devi, while able to keep their heads above water, weren't strong enough swimmers to get back to the riverbank against the strong current; Halsin had been obliged to shift into his bear form and dive in to help rescue both of them. 

Now that they were safe from the water and being brought back to the shelter of the campfire, Devi was shivering. The river water had been cold, and she was still recovering from her bout with pneumonia. Even Gale's arm around her shoulders, as the wizard tugged her closer to his side, didn't do much to warm her up. Wyll didn't appear to be much warmer, despite leaning on Karlach as he limped along; he had bashed his leg against a rock in the river as he'd fallen in. Devi featured scrapes and bruises, but she hadn't gotten hurt as badly as the warlock had. Ahead of them, Halsin lumbered along as a bear, dripping water from his fur.

The small group came back up to the campfire, and Wyll was immediately guided to sit on a rock near the fire. “Hold still and I'll heal you, then you can go get changed into something dry,” Shadowheart briskly said, hurrying up to her friend and setting her hands on his leg. “Devi, how badly are you hurt?”

“Nothing worth fussing over,” Devi assured the cleric through chattering teeth. “Just cold.”

She promptly felt Gale give her a gentle push to his tent. “Go get into something dry, love,” he said. If Devi focused, she could still hear the lingering anxiety in his voice that hadn't left since he'd shouted her name when she'd fallen into the river. “Shadowheart can heal you next.”

Nodding, Devi slipped out from under Gale's arm and scurried into his tent. Her cold fingers fumbled with the fastenings of her clothes; she shivered as she squirmed out of her wet garments. She tossed the soaked items through the tent flap, intending on bringing them to the fire to dry out once she was decent again.

That done, she started burrowing in her pack for her spare clothes. She pulled the pants on, along with her boots, then fished her tunic out of the pack. “Fucking hells,” she swore as she remembered the gaping hole in the garment from roughhousing with Scratch and Garmus the other night. The shirt sported a huge gash, courtesy of Garmus’ claws, right where it should have covered her breasts. Honestly, Devi knew she should be grateful that the owlbear cub hadn't accidentally sliced her skin as well, in his enthusiastic playing. Astarion had offered to fix the shirt for her, but Devi had completely forgotten to give the vampire the tunic, days ago.

She scowled, setting the shirt down on her lap, then eyed Gale's pack contemplatively. The polite thing to do, she supposed, would be to ask the wizard if he had a spare shirt that she could borrow. Gale was larger than she was, after all; it wasn't like she couldn't fit into his clothes. The idea of wearing his clothing felt… intimate, in a way that made her belly do flips. Was that normal for couples who were just starting a romance between them? Devi had had plenty of sexual encounters, but her experience with romance and intimacy was… limited, to put it mildly.

She poked her head out of the tent flap and looked around. Gale was nowhere to be easily seen; for that matter, neither were her wet clothes. She pursed her lips in thought, then withdrew back into the tent and crawled over to Gale's pack. Blue fabric, a rich deep colour that made Devi think of a night sky, beckoned her; she pulled out his spare shirt, eyeing it for a moment before she tugged it on over her head. Was it just her imagination, or did she already feel warmer, just from wearing her lover's clothes? She could smell Gale in the soft fabric, and took a moment to deeply inhale the scent of her wizard. It felt almost as good as a hug from him – a very loose hug, one that hung off her shoulders and bagged around her petite frame. Her fingertips just reached the edges of the embroidered sleeves; when she stood up, the hem of the sweater fell long enough to cover her hips.

Satisfied that she was decent, she picked up her damaged shirt and slipped out of the tent, making her way back to the roaring campfire. She was pleasantly surprised to see her clothes (and Wyll's) laid out on rocks near the flames to dry – someone must have fetched her wet items from outside of Gale’s tent. “Hey, Astarion,” she asked, spying the vampire seated near the fire, “is that offer to fix my shirt still on the table?”

“Ah, shit – I forgot about that,” Astarion said, looking up from his bowl of soup. “Give it to me, I'll mend it.” He paused, looking Devi up and down, and grinned. “Well, that's one way to get into Gale's clothing, darling…”

Hearing his name, Gale looked up as he returned from the other side of the camp – he must have gone to relieve himself. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of Devi wearing his shirt. Suddenly feeling guilty, Devi shifted under Gale's eyes. “I'm sorry I didn't ask,” she quickly said. “I just– I can ask someone else for a spare shirt if–”

“You will do no such thing,” Gale quickly said, coming up and setting his hands on Devi's waist. “You are…” He looked her over for another moment, his eyes soft. “You are beautiful. I didn't know that I needed to see you wearing my clothes before now… this alone is a sight to make me pleased that I'm still alive to see it. You look better in my clothes than I do.”

Pleased, Devi smiled and set her own hands on Gale's upper arms. “It's warm, and smells like you,” she softly said; she smirked at the sound of Astarion making exaggerated sounds of disgust nearby. “I may steal this shirt permanently.”

Gale chuckled. “First, you stole my blankets, and then you stole my heart… now you're stealing my clothes, too?”

“My goal is to make it so you have no choice but to be naked with me,” Devi cheekily said, and was gratified by the sight of Gale's ears going red. The wizard didn't appear displeased, to go by his grin. That pleased her almost as much as Astarion’s disgust. “Next, I plan on stealing your pants–”

“Oh, save me from you two being so nauseating,” Astarion loudly groaned. He got up, soup bowl in one hand and Devi's shirt in the other. “I'm going to go sit with Wyll. He at least isn't going to start with the talk of sappy romance.”

“Are you sure about that?” Wyll called over with a laugh from where he was sitting with Lae’zel, his own bowl of soup in hand, his legs stretched out comfortably in front of him with no lingering sign of injury. “I mean, I can absolutely go into detail on proper courtships…”  

“If Halsin didn't smell like a wet bear still, I would go sit with him instead,” Astarion muttered, looking at the still-damp cave bear curled up beside the fire. Halsin raised his ursine head and gave Astarion the best approximation of a grin that he could; that made the vampire make a face. “Oh, for fuck's sake. Is there no escape from the lovey-ness floating around here?”

Gale laughed and drew Devi into his arms. “All I’m going to point out,” he murmured into her ear, “is that Astarion made the poor choice of setting his tent beside ours, my love. Shall we make him regret his life choices tonight?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Devi said with a grin, snuggling into Gale’s chest. The warmth of his body holding her was as welcome as the security she felt of his arms wrapping around her back to hold her close.

“Excellent.” Gale kissed the top of Devi’s still-damp hair. “... When can I expect to have my shirt back, my star?”

Tilting her head up, Devi innocently blinked at Gale. “When I need you to wear it so it smells like you again?” She smiled as the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. “I don’t know how they do it in Waterdeep, but this is a time-honoured tradition of Baldurian girls – to steal clothing items from their lovers.”

“Well, far be it from me to interfere with tradition,” Gale chuckled. He kissed Devi’s brow, then slowly let go of her, shifting to take her hand instead. “Come along. Let Shadowheart heal you from any wounds you took from falling in the river, and I’ll get a bowl of soup ready for you.”

A smile on her lips, Devi let Gale lead her to a spot close to the fire and nudge her to sit down. She let Shadowheart fuss over her for a moment as the healing spells were invoked, mending the bruises and scrapes she had accumulated in her fall; as the cleric sat back, Gale returned to Devi’s side, two bowls of soup in his hands. He handed her one, then sat down beside her with his own dinner; she happily snuggled into his side, feeling herself warming up from his presence beside her, and the hot bowl in her hands, and the roaring campfire before her, and the peaceful chatter of her friends around her.

And when Gale leaned over and whispered into her ear that he didn’t want her to wear a stitch of other clothing besides his stolen shirt when they retired for the evening, she felt herself heat up even more, deep within her body. She grinned and kissed Gale’s cheek, already looking forward to bedtime with her wizard.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[yayll]

Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

[archersartcorner]

A year was not so long after all. He prepared her for the day when he would leave. But when the moment came, he found himself less prepared than she. For the first time in his life, Spock thought about returning from a mission, wondered whether or not he would survive. She had no one else, and that was a disturbing thought.

Back on board the Enterprise, he opened his case to unpack his few belongings and found things not quite as he’d left them. Tucked in at the bottom under all the folded clothes, Saavik had hidden away her knife. Spock stood in the privacy of his cabin turning it in his hand, remembering every word of their good-bye.

Some small doodles based on the above passages :)

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I know you dont care about pesterquest but i wanna know, did you think they wrote eridan well or bad?

bad

[thatrandomblogsays]

Lmao Zeus & Hades are such bad dads that they think Percy would rob a god for his deadbeat dad who owes Sally 12 years of back pay for child support…

These literal God-Kings sat down and were like hmmm Poisedon hasn’t talked to this child in years to avoid people knowing he ejaculated when he should’ve of evacuated… & has a shitty abusive stepdad now… that child would absolutely Mission Impossible Olympus for him! Let’s kill him :)

Hey dumbasses, my own deadbeat parent can barely get me to text them back, I ain’t stealing shit for them. As a member of Team Deadbeat Parent, that request would’ve caused 12 year old me to cuss out an adult for the first time

[haemosexuality]

why are so many adventure time fans just straight up stupid. about how stories work. and i dont even mean kids i mean like adult fans just with the absolutely dumbest takes

[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arm ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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[wutheringmights]

also i really shouldn't have written stp because now i have a million ideas for spirit's adventures in new hyrule that I will never have time to actually write :((

[hypodermicfroggy]

From my experience, enjoyment of the worlds of Blizzard games comes in a spectrum:

Overwatch: Because the developers refused to elaborate further with the lore on account of corporate greed and mismanagement, everything is up to speculation and you can basically do whatever you want with these settings and characters.

World of Warcraft: Please, god, stop elaborating.

[meimeikyu]

fuckin love the increase in dust / geno stuff thats started yall have no idea how long ive been insane about them THEY ARE SO. HFKFJSJJSS

[gio-cosmo]

P3 spoilers below!

When I first played p3 I knew something was up with Ikutsuki the second he pulled up with an elementary school child like “hey guys let’s have this kid fight with us against horrible awful creatures that are incredibly dangerous!! ☺️” bc genuinely WHAT the hell is going through your mind to think that’s an acceptable thing to do 😭😭

[gxlden-angels]

do you have any thoughts on the story of abraham and isaac? my parents talk about it and praise abraham for being willing to kill his son which..... scares me to say the least, and i'd love to hear your perspective as someone who seems more well-adjusted

Where I am now, it disgusts me more than anything. The interpretation of "I'm willing to sacrifice your life if I was told to" feels like the step before "I put you into this world and I can take you out of it." It's entitlement to a child, who is an independent individual, just because they are dependent on you for survival. I prefer the interpretation of understanding the actions you're taking and the reasons why (like how there's multiple religions that don't eat pork because it was so unsafe to eat at the time), especially if it's at someone else's expense.

Where I was in the thick of it all, it gave me morbid comfort that scares me now. I had fantasies of being a martyr for the church and the idea of being the next Isaac was just so appealing. Being a hand-selected sacrifice chosen by the Good Lord Himself? Sign me the fuck up, babey!

I think if I admitted that to my family, they'd be horrified.

It's another one of those stories or beliefs where I think the majority of christians just regurgitate what they've heard. It's a point of pride and devotion, but there's no personal reflection or cross-cultural awareness of it. Lean not unto your own understanding and whatnot. It's the potential that scares me the most, like the Quiverfull movement with the Duggars or Turpins. I'm sure there's stories now, but I can't remember them off the top of my head

(Also I will be telling my therapist someone on Tumblr called me "more well-adjusted" thank you anon)

[thisisaname-whatahappyname]

something something episode six something something about how so far the show seems to be saying that people can grow and change, that being a bad or good person isnt eternal at all which makes the concept of hell and heaven eternal punishment or eternal bliss is stupid and unfair

[dnangelic]

1: recognize you're boring

2: recognize whatever isn't boring about you is wrong and frightening

3: recognize none of it might ever change

4: recognize you're completely, utterly lost and alone

5: keep moving.