#dammit I'm gonna try

[littlestartemis]

I've been streaming the first Xenoblade Chronicles to a discord server of friends, under the theorem of "Hang on I have infinite patience for RPG tedium bullshit, and I love the hell out of these otherwise really long and inaccessible games. I can just play them FOR people."

And the fuckin giddy glee I get whenever Metal Face is on screen and I hear someone chuckling in enjoying his screentime, or genuine gasps at plot turns. It's indescribable.

[smolstarthief]

Persona 5 Royal Crossover events stop calling Sumire, "Kasumi" challenge (Impossible). 😮‍💨😭

[rockybloo]

Sweetheart is a rap fan.

She fucks with all types, even the ones people deem too violent, sexual, or WHATEVER people use as an excuse to demean rap.

She listens to all sorts of subgenres in it as well.

Since she is a relatively well known hero in my storyverse, one of her favorite things is when she is listening to a verse and someone drops a ref to her in it. She gets the biggest grin on her face.

[kayarai]

Yesterday's adventure in Epic fic writing: featuring Telemachus having A Bad Time (Content warning: brief suicidal thoughts near the end (lines immediately following a list of single words in parentheses). Telemachus has massive self-worth issues and a knife to his throat. You can probably guess where his thoughts might go.)

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It was painfully obvious that Melanthius didn’t actually what to do with a hostage. Sure, he’d managed the first two common sense steps of “incapacitate sword arm” and “knife to throat.” The next logical steps should’ve been “drag your hostage upright and use them as a shield” and “put your back to a wall.” Instead, Melanthius made the truly brilliant decision to shove his hostage down and stand with his back to the open hall.

As the hostage in question, Telemachus couldn’t really say he minded all that much that the man holding a knife to his throat was only half competent and leaving his back wide open to attack from…

“Your very presence has doomed the king—”

from…

“We can still defeat the king—”

from…

“Make the king obey our commands—”

…anyone.

There was one small downside to the man holding a knife to your throat being half competent however. That would be that a half competent man holding a knife to your throat might be inclined to do something less than competent with that knife, which was, again, being held against your throat.

Maybe is was the blow to the head, or maybe his luck had just run out. The focus and battle-calm he’d managed to cling to while fighting had shattered. His thoughts broken into thousands of jagged shards. Shards with sharp edges cutting him apart from inside as they spun and spun, and broke and broke, and shattered and—

Melanthius’s mediocre hostage holding capabilities was probably the least painful of his spinning thoughts to try to hold in focus and Telemachus had to hold onto that otherwise…

otherwise…

(Last week, yesterday, two hours ago he’d considered Melanthius one of the handful of suitors inclined toward letting him live. Now though? With the flat of a blade pressed so firmly against his throat that he couldn’t draw a proper breath? It was obvious Telemachus had horrifically miscalculated.) (What else had he miscalculated?) (What else had his mistakes threatened?) (What else had he endangered with this failures?) (With his weakness?) (His mother.) (Their kingdom.) (His…

“Your very presence has doomed the king, young prince”

father?)

(What would his father think? His father. Returning home to find the son that should be following in his legendary footsteps like… like… this.) (Defeated.) (Broken.) (Hostage.) (Liability.) (Burden.) (Disappointment.) (Shameful.) (Failure.) (Weak.)

If he could wriggle just enough… Shift his head in just the right way… he wouldn’t be useful leverage anymore. (He wouldn’t have to face his father’s disappointment.)

“No.”

*snap*

Somewhere between the snap of a goddess’s voice and the snap of a bowstring, Telemachus manages to pull enough of his scattered thoughts together that the moment the grip on his arm slackened and the knife began to fall away he’s moving, scrambling for his spear and darting to put a wall at his back.

[ghostsinthecellar]

dumb stupid tree is up

[anarkhebringer]

I'm fighting for my life trying to churn out more shots

[chronurgy]

I'm gonna try to post something for each day in gortash week, possibly standalone little things, possibly pieces of things yet to come, we'll see

[tortoise-teapot]

this tiny mortified storyboard solas is my favorite one i've ever drawn

[badboysupr]

“ i’m not sure i should leave you alone. ” 👊🏽

@kindofuneven || meme

The laugh he expels is probably too high-pitched. More of a puh! that sounds extremely prepubescent and therefore extremely cool as he doesn't even attempt to hide the grin spreading across his cheeks. Leo, for a few lingering seconds, doesn't even look at the poor little Roman boy, but when he does . . . it's with a very unrushed, very languid cock of his head over his shoulder.

And a pathetic look that screams, Oh, buddy . . . Buddy, please. That's so cute.

“Why, did the other guys warn you or something?” he ventures, and quickly deepens his voice into something authoritative as he mimes, “'Keep an eye on that one, Scotty!' 'Ooh, that one might blow up a thing or two, Scotty!' I mean—!” The hand he flourishes nearly drops his wrench, but he tightens his fingers around it and instead uses the tool as a good gesturing stick. “They're not wrong. I'm pretty good at that, but I'm also equally good at actually . . . creating things—? And yet people always seem to forget.”

Tsk tsk . . . So much unrecognized talent.

Eventually, he turns all the way around, shoves his welding goggles up to the crown of his head to get a better look at his company. Man, why is he so strung up all the time . . . ? “Hey, dude . . . It's good, okay? I'm not about to cause any problems, so you can just . . . chill. What do moms say—?” Leo taps his wrench to his lips. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that . . . ? Something something, blah blah blah. I'd hate to see that happen to you, so.”

[essektheylyss]

trying to read chapter 9 of House of Leaves like "something's about to be haunting YOUR fucking house, Mark"

[noficbyhalves]

Me: I'm gonna try to write more this year, maybe I can try doing febuwhump! ^_^

My lungs: hahaha bitch you thought

[roquog]

Spinning around my room trying to think of a way to organize an April centric post. I've been inspired.

[slime-crafters]

I love the Dawnguard DLC because when you go to the Soul Cairn, you see just what happens to trapped souls, it's all misery.

Then afterwards, you're like "well guess I'm gonna go back to enchanting :)"

[flowercrowngods]

I'm taking your post as permission to poke and prod and say, 'you can do it!'

Don't let this chapter kick your butt, you got this!!

it's kicking my butt :( it really, really is

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I haven't done anything tonight yet bc I rediscovered Guitar Hero (damn I feel old XD)

but good news is I've only got 16 things left to do! by tomorrow, I should have more things in the queue than are left to be done, which is always a good feeling

I still have a little ways to go but DAMN I should have the askbox open in about a week! I'm so freaking excited <3

[thelastspeecher]

so between my stubbornness, overachiever tendencies, and difficulty distinguishing tiredness vs soreness vs pain, I wound up overdoing my physical therapy exercises this last week and now I have to dial back the exercises until the irritation eases and the swelling goes down 🙃