#but mostly NO I'M NOT READY

[luthienmpl]

Hello I have finished IFYLITA ep 11, I have miraculously not cried though it came close a couple times, I am VERY worried about Eung Peung's health, but mostly

I am not ready for the fucking rubber trees

[some-pers0n]

I'm gonna be blunt and say that I really don't think a lot of people kinda get these two characters. Sure, yeah, there'll be people like "Psshh no?? Me?? I know exactly who these guys are" and like, yeah maybe you do. Maybe you'll read this while nodding your head and whatnot. Maybe you won't.

Either way, I think there's a decent amount of people who don't...get Qibli and Winter. I mainly see it in shipping stuff. I know it's kinda idiotic to go looking for character stuff in shipping-- you know what?? No. I think it's perfectly sound logic to try and look for meaningful character writing in ship stuff, especially with fanfics. I've got that aroace mindset where I can only comprehend a ship if it has a clear and exact thematical and character-driven purpose.

Anywho, I think there's something to be craved with how Qinter is talked about in the fandom. I think there's something in general to be desired when discussing Qibli and Winter in general (or, hell, most of the characters) or other ships they're in, but I want to discuss Qinter mainly as a means to view them through the lens of a relationship. Some sort of duo and pair. Two young dragonets trying to survive.

Winter and Qibli come from incredibly similar backgrounds. That sounds ridiculous at a first glance, but when you think about it, they do. They both were raised with terrible parents who held them to an unrealistic standard that neither really wanted to be.

Winter was forced to become a child soldier and be the best of the best, despite his best rightfully not being absolutely perfect and having a ton of heart and soul in him. Ironically enough, his sheer loyalty to his friends that he displays later would be commended in the IceWing army, but is only looked down upon because he's showing anything other than pure apathy at existence and disgust when confronted with the other tribes. Winter is a kind soul who was shaped and twisted into becoming somebody far meaner to fit the idea of what his parents wanted him to be. It's a mask he wears to fit in. To be at least be tolerated by the dragons he only wants the approval from.

Qibli was raised in the slums of Scorpion Den. The back alleys and dark, seedy streets that are avoided. He had to fit the build of a thief. A petty pickpocket that lurks around like his family, doing nothing more than swiping whatever goods they could get their hands on. Qibli was kind and sweet, which obviously was a terrible sin in the eyes of his family. Like Winter, this planted a seed of wanting to be loved, although to a significantly larger extent than Winter felt. Qibli became obsessed with the idea of being loved as he hated being seen as nothing. He wanted nothing more than to be praised and admired because of just how neglected he was. So, he pretends to be somebody likable. Somebody who others care about. A mask to conceal the dragon he feels can never be loved.

Because of their backgrounds, they feel at odds when they're introduced to one another. Qibli is the laid-back jokester type while Winter is snarly and angry. Thanks to Moon's powers though, we get a look into them even before their book.

We see that Qibli is paranoid and his brain is constantly trying to predict others. He's always in a state of stress and fear, putting on a performance to try and be liked and see which dragons are the biggest threats to him. He's never gotten used to living outside of the crime-filled Scorpion Den, and the memories of childhood where he had to lay awake thinking that some dragon who his mother stole from will murder them all in their sleep remain. He's scared and afraid.

Winter managed to convince himself that he is this mean and nasty dragon, but really he's not. There's moments of hesitancy in MR from him. He's also just. generally not really that much in the wrong in the book. Sorry my Winter Apologist side is coming out but y'all hate too much on a character who was just kinda mean for some random dragon he only knew for a couple days at most by then doing stuff that was very suspicious. Yeah obviously Moon is the protagonist and we like her and know the full context, but Winter?? He doesn't know anything!

I digress however. They're in. not the best of states. Sure, yeah, Qibli had ran from Vulture and Cobra and was now Thorn's adoptive son of sorts, but he was obsessed with Thorn to the point of almost blind worship. He hailed her as some grand dragon because he had never been loved before. Being loved by somebody felt incomprehensible. He wants to repay it since he feels like he doesn't deserve it.

Winter on the other hand has just gotten away from a terrible situation, where his family more or less just hates him. They hate him so much it's not even funny. Winter had gotten Hailstorm, somebody who Winter loved and admired, was stolen away by the SkyWings and presumed dead for years because of him. He blames himself. He constantly thinks that he should've been the one taken away instead. He doesn't see himself worthy to live, especially not compared to Hailstorm. Hailstorm is charming, smart, strong, and better in every capacity to Winter. How could he ever live up to that?

Their shared flaw is that they feel inadequate. They feel as though there's something inherently flawed with themselves, something that they need to hide away. It was shaped because of their similar backstories, where they were neglected and abused and put down because of them never being able to meet the unreasonable expectations placed on them. Because of this trauma, their personalities in the present are shaped to try and fit in.

It's only by being with the Jade Winglet do they begin to unlearn those habits. I would imagine that, in moments where they chat with each other for the first real time (not fighting or anything), they...notice how alike they are. Like holding up a mirror to themselves. Despite how differing their personalities are, they feel one in the same. The other side of the coin.

It's why I think Qinter really works as something more than a cheap means for comedic relief. They bounce off each other really well and in an interesting way, which makes for their interactions feeling a lot more meaningful when they put away the act and show and are genuine. I honestly think that they would want to help each other out. They see themselves in the other and don't want them to feel like they have to do this, but they can't even save themselves.

It's only with time however. Healing is a process. It's sure as hell hard to do it all alone. It's why I love a lot the themes of friendship and togetherness in arc 2 especially. All of the POVs learn how to be more confident and sure of themselves through their friends. I just wish that Qinter was talked about in a more intellectually stimulating way than "yellow boy laughs at blue boy for being angsty teen"

[buttercupshands]

Silly guys return now with me accidentally making a comic of how it took isat one month to get some characters to the special room

I'm not risking reloading of the page but there's a continuing thing of the couch characters progress

[amourtoken]

This image has been driving me fucking insane you're kidding you're lying this isn't real good god you're SICK!!!

I cannot stop the train of thought ok like his arms??? His hands??? He's so pretty I'm fucking sick. (cw for choking, raw sex, spit, ect.)

the thought of him not even bothering to change or anything the second he walks through your door cause you've been on his mind all fucking night and if he doesn't get his hands on you right now he might explode. He doesn't even have the decency to greet you either, walking up behind you from your spot in the kitchen and just lacing his fingers into your hair at the back of your head so he can pull you back against him. The handful of your hair keeps you steady while his free hand grips your jaw, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pouty expression out of you.

What's gotten into him? He's never like this, but you guess you can't complain. Especially not when you feel his dick pressed against you from behind as he rolls his hips against your ass. The hand in your hair tightens just enough to make you wince and Luke leans in to press a messy kiss to your lips. You try and reciprocate but he pulls away quickly, leaving a string of saliva connecting you two momentarily.

You whine at the loss but he continues his silence, using the hand in your hair to bend you over the nearest counter top. He stays uncharacteristically quiet when his hands slide down your waist and squeeze at the soft skin before damn near ripping your comfy sweats down your legs. His large hands trail back up your legs from behind, kneading at your thighs and ass before steadying on your hips again. Your brain is too fuzzy to question the situation and you're just happy to have his hands on you, he'd been so busy all fucking day and you've done nothing but miss him.

You feel his chest press against your back as he leans over you, hands on your hips pulling you back just enough to grind his clothed cock against your ass again. He's so hard it hurts but he wants to draw this out at least a little longer. You hum softly when he starts trailing kisses from your temple down to your shoulder and he's really being soft for a second but of course it doesn't last. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you yelp at the sting but surprisingly he didn't even break the skin, his tongue laves over the spot before he turns his attention back to your neck to start sucking dark marks all over your sensitive skin.

you're not in your right mind to worry about how you're gonna cover those up, that's a thought for later. Luke's hands leave your hips just long enough to drag his shorts down his hips, he doesn't bother taking them all the way off. You look over your shoulder just long enough to see his cock slap against his stomach when he does so and you swear your legs would've given out on you if you weren't bent over the kitchen counter.

one of Luke's hands returns to your hip and gives a soft squeeze, holding you (and himself really) steady. You instinctively spread your legs a little wider for him and you're rewarded with that friction you need so bad finally. He presses the tip of his cock right against your clit and bucks his hips just enough to slide through your folds, spreading your slick around before sinking into you entirely. The stretch always takes your breath away, creating this ache in your belly from how deep he is when he finally stills momentarily.

As bad as he wants to set a rough pace immediately he can't get enough of how tight you feel around him. No matter how many times you fuck, he'll never ever get sick of this. The hand on your hip slides to the front of your body and he presses his palm against your lower stomach, putting his hips slowly against yours so he can feel just how deep he is. Your legs are so shaky and your heads so foggy you're surprised you're even upright at the moment, and him feeling the bulge he leaves in your belly only makes it worse.

He picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your belly sliding lower to circle your clit while he fucks you from behind. You were peeved about him not even greeting you when he came home but this makes up for it. Luke's free hand slides up your body and settles on your throat, pulling you back and making your back arch even further for him. You're basically looking at him upside down from this angle, the pressure on your throat making black spots flood the edges of your vision. Every time his hips meet yours he nudges your cervix and it's a genuine fight to keep your eyes from rolling back entirely, whimpering and tearing up at the feeling.

Your legs get shaky the closer you get and Luke's fingers on your clit are dragging you so close to your edge. Pretty little sounds flow freely from your lips but Luke is still on his random vow of silence, the most you're getting from him are groans and soft pants the closer he gets. His hand on your throat releases and you're able to finally take a full breath again, your vision clearing up quickly. His hand doesn't stay idle though, sliding up a little further to press his fingers to your lips. Surprisingly this is when you get the first word out of Luke all night.

"Open."

His voice is strained and heavy but you do as he asks (more like commands rlly), opening your mouth for him and wrapping your lips around two of his long fingers. He presses down on your tongue and starts an opposite pace to his thrusts, fucking his fingers down your throat until you're a drooling mess. You can't hang on much longer at all and he can tell, his hips picking up the pace until you were shaking in his hold and fat tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. Your pathetic little noises are muffled by the fingers in your mouth when your orgasm hits you like a train, Luke's fingers on your clit not faltering for a second. It didn't take long for him to follow you over the edge, especially after you came around his cock. By the time he spilled into you, you were a sobbing shaky mess.

You finally get a break from his fingers and the overstimulation, settling his hands on your hips before pulling out to watch his cum drip down your thighs onto the floor below you. You brace yourself on the counter to try and catch your breath and your legs are far from steady enough to hold you up anyway.

" 'm gonna go shower. I love you."

Luke casually presses a kiss to your temple and tucks himself back into his shorts before turning and leaving the kitchen. You'd ask him what the fuck this was about later but for now your brain is too fuzzy to do much of anything.

[sexy-sans-poll]

Haha how long do you think it’ll be till it starts?

Gotta know when to start warming up my drawing hand for all the Baggs propaganda/j

hopefully we'll be starting sometime around the end of this week! i got a little busy so i wasn't able to finish up the last couple things i have to get ready. but they'll be done this soon!

[harbingersecho]

grif's surgery but just a little more... obvious?

I actually rly rly ADORE frankengrif but I don't have an in-show reason why he'd have extensive long-term allogeneic skingrafts on his face 😔

[bacchuschucklefuck]

caps from comic Im doing

[tonguetiedraven]

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[mirchloe]

soon.......

[diddlesnap]

The Hunger Games but make it an early 2000s shoujo manga

[askfallenroyalty]

Not that I needed a NEW project to work on but... Here's my Underfell take. Let's see where this goes.

[saltysatellite804]

I'm counting down the days to the Dragon Age: Veilguard. I was watching a scene on YouTube. "Rook" is speaking to Solas and while I don't have a lot ot energy to ramble rn, I found this line kinda interesting.

I kinda never really thought about how alike Solas and Varric are in some ways. I think it's an interesting parallel and explains why they became friends. They're both tricksters in a sense. But yeah I'm feeling sappy about it again. That said I find it kinda odd the Inquisitor wont get much involvement considering how close they could be to Solas. From a story perspective, it lacks somewhat, but I'll take what I can get.

[anistarrose]

>be me

>realize "holy shit we're less than three weeks from september"

>channel that terror about the passage of time into energy

>specifically, the energy to create @otgw-described for accessible OTGW posts

>memes aside, it's running on a queue that I intend to, at the very least, maintain seasonally. so follow if you're interested, and please tag the blog in described OTGW posts!

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Hate to feel like my friendship is a precious and limited commodity that I have to carefully dole out to the most worthy recipients but. It is and I do.

[untimelybones]

It's been 5 million years but I'm back with some low quality doodles (also draft for updated chimera toshiro??)

dont u love when your image gets compressed into 1 pixel