#dunno how I feel about it yet

[greyrain23]

A gift for @tohruies !!

"The perfect winter day."

Word count: 400

Not proofread ! (Also, I haven't gotten alhaitham's character down fully. Bear with me 🤧)

The air was chilly as snow fell in soft clumps, collecting in the pairs' hair as they walked down the streets covered in a thin layer of white.

Alhaitham carried a few bags in one hand, different designer brands from the mall. He'd only have the best for the one he loved most. In his other hand was coco's, tucked into his jacket pocket to keep her hand warm while he tossed a short glance every once in a while to make sure she kept her other hand tucked in her own pocket.

The silence between them was comfortable, laid over the area like a warm blanket in the cold air. It wasn't long before alhaitham was pulling the door open for coco to step inside, following after her. As she took her shoes off, he gently placed his hand over her shoulder, making sure she won't fall before slipping his own off.

After putting away the new items they bought together, he made sure the heat was on before joining her in the kitchen, a nice warm drink already being poured into two mugs. He smiled softly, resting his hands on her hips as he pressed himself close, giving a soft kiss to the back of her head.

"I made you some hot chocolate." She turned her head to look up at him, a soft smile to match his pulling at her lips. "..thank you."

The two made their way to the loveseat near the tv, alhaitham sitting down and pulling her onto his lap as he gently took the hot mug from her hand to set it beside his on the end table. "What was that movie you wanted to watch last week?" His voice was gentle beside her ear, hus breath warm against her skin.

"Oh!" Coco grinned and reached for the remote, leaning back against her lover as she set the movie up, yet his gaze did not stray from her lovely face. "Ready?" She turned her head to meet his gaze and held back a small laugh at the expression on his face. Absolutely lovesick.

She leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips and directed him to watch the tv, starting the movie.

He couldn't help the way his eyes drifted back to coco every once in a while, admiring her beauty before he forced his gaze back to the screen.

[eye-of-yelough]

my original concept of Slater Adaar was 20, but recently i’m more and more compelled by the concept of her being At Least 38. which would give her a 17 year age gap with Sera. by the way.

[donutfloats]

Gabriel’s flock is the closest you’re gonna get to a cult that actually isn’t a cult due to their mostly pacifistic ways

This does cause problems however when dissenters or spies start causing problems

Gabriel is a little backwards with how they deal with people like this, as they simply just kick them out instead of forcing them to to change their ways

Granted if they cause actual problems, like stealing, damage to property, or hurting others: they will get sent to jail

For the most part it’s these individuals choice if they want to stay, Gabriel isn’t forcing them

Doesn’t mean Gabriel can’t get frustrated tho and contemplate “what if I just said fuck it and murdered these people”

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[shaykai]

[wishingly-mesh]

"Fate is working against you today!"

[benevolenterrancy]

hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say you’re a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.

do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian you’d be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ﾉ*^▽^*)ﾉ.｡:*☆

hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.

(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)

Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.

(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[kumakuma-circus]

just randomly remembered that during my like 10+ attempts at the shadow yukiko fight i more or less consistently ran out of revival beads so yosuke was just dead (well unconscious but whatever) on the ground for like half the fight gfhfjvhfhfhd-

[thewhizzyhead]

hi I kinda miss the feeling of being in love okay bye

[woahjo]

im about to say something a little emo but bear with me pls.

i genuinely am happy being single. im okay not having a partner and not doing the things. i love having me time and i love being able to devote my time entirely to myself and my friends and i KNOW that my worth isn't contingent on having a partner or not. but sometimes man, it just gets a little hard. because it's never happened for me yet and because there's a small part of me that doesn't think it ever will. it's not because i need someone else to make me feel fulfilled. i am plenty fulfilled by my own company and by my art and by my hobbies and by my friends. i just want to love, you know? i want to experience loving someone and being loved back. i want to be able to look at someone and love their eyelashes and their smile and their nose and their chin and their shape and be able to tell them that. i want to be able to imagine a future with someone. platonic love exists too and i don't think anything will be able to replace it, but i would like to experience romantic love. i want to know what it's like to care and be cared about that way. but the problem (and the nice thing i guess?) is that im not in any real rush. i'm looking, but im not devoting my time to it, nor do i feel the need to "settle" just to experience it. but it does get incredibly isolating, especially BECAUSE i don't care much about that stuff. idk how else to explain it other than isolating. it seems like everyone i meet has dated or is dating and that seems to be what people want to talk about, while i've never really done any of those things, nor do i know what its like to be cared about that way. and while im okay with the fact that it hasn't happened yet, the insecurity creeps up constantly that it never will.

im not wording properly but it's isolating. i feel very isolated in my experience with romance and dating. and while i have limited experience (strictly sexual, which i have mixed feelings about), i feel like i am too far behind for anyone to take me completely seriously. i need to move slow and it feels to me like everyone moves so fast. at least in my country/state, it feels like "sex first, talk later" and i don't want to do that. it's an isolating experience and the lack of... idk understanding (?) or maybe willingness to learn about me when dating can sometimes make me feel like maybe people think that there is nothing worth knowing or learning.

[e-adlirez]

Wooo nothing like a vent poem to air out what I felt about AI (it made me have an emotional breakdown due to a complicated set of feelings I dunno how to identify exactly in technical terms; most identifiable feeling is "insulted"), enjoy if you wanna read that lmao

Human

I was told of a device that can create a human from scratch, A living, functioning human, with thoughts and feelings, With intelligence to discern, to conclude, to solve, to create, And I was brought to see the machine and how it can make a man.

It is easy to use— simply adjust the controls on a screen, Finalize the parameters, and press the big button. The machine whirs to life, it hums and clatters as it works, And with the click of a latch, it swings open to reveal what it’s made.

Inside the machine is a human, whose eyes blink at human pace, A human, whose skin stretches and folds like my skin does, A human, whose face expresses like everyone else’s, A human, whose hands spread and clutch like hands are meant to.

A human, who can figure out a screw-top lid within seconds, A human, who can draw opinions on who’s good or bad, A human, who can think and give answers to questions A human, who can learn to write and dress and calculate.

“A remarkable thing,” the people around me said. “He is intelligent but impressionable, and he is so easy to make! “I can’t help but wonder what he could be capable of!” I sat silent as they clamored, asking about machines for personal use.

I stared at the human in silence, my gut twisting like it’d been stabbed, I stared on in silence, as the realization hit me. I’d spent 20 years learning how to live a human life, But they’ve made a machine where a human is made in seconds.

I watched as his muscles flexed, how easily they defined themselves, I watched as his skin flapped, how perfectly it fit his body, I watched as his eyes focused, with not a single shift in glance, And I watched as his mouth moved, how it gave an unreadable smile.

I watched as his fingers clasped around a pen to write, As they made perfect characters perfectly aligned. I watched as his form was perfect in every way, And I couldn’t help but reel back.

This human, this thing has done in five minutes what took me two decades. It has taken away the struggle, taken away the effort. It has taken away the journey and gone straight to the end, And it has taken away everything that made someone human.

As I stared, it began to look less and less human to me, Its skin looked more plastic, its hair felt less genuine, Its eyes felt more soulless, its hands felt more robotic, Before I knew it, I thought it looked nothing like a man.

It was a collection of what meant to be human, How humans decided what was and wasn’t human. The collection was brought here, to this very machine, Where it was twisted and contorted into the amalgamation before me.

Its gait as it approached felt perfectly bouncy, just enough to look natural,

Its eyes stared into mine, but I could see nothing behind them. Its hand reached towards me— it was frigid when I shook it, And it opened its mouth and told me its name.

Everything about the conversation was normal. Everything about the small talk, the discussion was normal. Everything about its tone and inflection was normal, And everything about it standing before me was normal, and I hated it.

Now I am here, at a loss for words to say how I feel. I have written about my experience, but nothing about my turbulent feelings. After all, I am human— and this is part of what a human is, I bet it could tell me exactly what I'm feeling and why, and I hate it.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Soooo... I finally got Veilguard.

Little late to the party but tbh I wasn’t expecting to get my hands on it until after Christmas so I’ve been replaying DAI in the meantime.

I'm not very far into it, though, given I'm someone who has to replay the opening section at least three times before deciding on what kind of character I want to play. Gotta test out all the combat, play around in the character creator, get a feel for the dialogue choices, etc. before settling on how I want to play my Rook.

I will say even though I'm only a little bit into the story... I don't know how I feel about it yet. Combat's very different, though not in a bad way. I haven't met most of the companions yet. I have questions about so many things.

Like, I'm aware that I'm just at the very beginning. I haven't really done anything but it feels different in a way that I can't tell if it's good, bad, or otherwise.

But, I gotta be honest in saying that I felt the same exact way when playing the other games for the first time, too. Like when I played DA2 for the first time, I kind of hated it. Which is wild to look back at since I adore DA2 now, it just took time for me to get used to it after playing 100+ hours of DAO, y'know?

I also don't know anything about the fandom's reception to it, I've just kept my head down and avoided everything about it so that I could go into it without influence... but now I'm like, "...I have so many things I want to discuss already but I don't wanna be spoiled."

I dunno, I'm going to keep playing, and if something strikes me I'll post about it.

[midnightwind]

I love Dragon Age companion quests, but sometimes I wish we had more that didn't culminate in fighting a Big Personal Bad, you know

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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