#hello yes this was everything to me

[raayllum]

Anything

[vaguely-concerned]

the things it adds to both of the characters involved that lucanis used to have a thing for viago could not have been more tailor made to be for me. literally the ideal thing to come out of this game for me personally and specifically and spiritually. I mean I'm teia x viago trash until the day I die and nothing will ever change this (and with the best will in the world and even the power of lucanis' big beautiful soulful eyes, that would never have worked out even if viago DID somehow understand he was being propositioned. which I'm not convinced he did. the mutual 'so. snakes are pretty cool huh. and. knives. also' awkward energy without someone of teia's charisma and people skills involved to mitigate it... it would have been dire), but on so many levels I find it so incredibly charming for what it says about them both that the (one-sided) attraction was there once.

what's more, it means the man about whom this legendary paragraph was written:

Viago was not a typical Antivan. He liked facts—checklists, numbers, precise measurements. Heart palpitations, clammy hands, tight pants—Viago did not like these things. In fact, he would go so far as to say he hated them. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood.

has got some of the hottest coolest deadliest people in thedas down so catastrophically bad it's got them acting unwise. teia had to wait a UST-drenched decade for him to be ready to take his fucking gloves off for her. and she did!! the tetchiest most neurotic least approachable little vetinari knockoff of a man you ever saw has game for days and days and lives rent free in heads for years. in eight little talons viago consistently feels so inadequate up against dante and it's like. man I'm shaking you by the lapels you have what he'll never have. the ability to bewitch body and soul with your terrible personality and long thin legs. do not waste the gift you've been given go get her she's waiting!!!

(lucanis is really good at reading people, so I wonder if maybe he saw through all of that to some of the steadiness and incredible capacity for warmth and tenderness in specific interpersonal relationships you see viago have with teia when he finally opens up enough, and maybe that was part of it. either way it's so perfect that both he and teia have regarded viago with this affectionate intrigued amusement. lucanis still seems pretty fond of him in a 'viago continues to be exactly himself no matter what else happens or goes wrong. comforting universal constant' sort of way, he brings him up quite a lot in party banter.)

you've seen lucanis' game in this day and age, arguably or at least hopefully older and wiser -- can you imagine how catastrophically bad it must have been back when he presumably handed viago, most paranoid man in thedas all years running, a knife like this expressed everything it needed to. people give him so much shit for the cake moment being his big romantic lock-in, but considering where we started that is GROWTH and I for one am so proud of him fhsdkjaf.

also I wonder at what point vis-a-vis that whole Situation teia and viago met for the first time, leading us to ask... just how much was it a matter of lucanis simply being ignored out of a lack of interest on viago's part (tbf, not entirely unlikely). how much was it lucanis truly not managing to make himself understood. (all but certainly. literally how would one understand that. I think it says some sweet things about rook and lucanis' dynamic that they -- somehow -- DO pick up what he's putting down in a similar scenario presumably b/c they know him pretty well by then haha.) how much was it viago interpreting the romantic move as a death threat from one of the most dangerous people alive and freaking out. (1000% and indubitably.) and how much was it andarateia steal-your-girl cantori turning up and thus setting off whatever spectacular, volatile, awesome-in-the-original-sense chemical reaction between the substances of her and viago's souls that goes on to this day and makes everything else kind of a side note at best. a gentle mix of several of these things, perhaps. ...god I love all these characters so much

[mamawasatesttube]

maybe its just my pedantic streak rearing its head again but really, truly. can i be honest? i dont get why people call yj/core four codependent. thats not what that word means. tim and cassie having a Bad Time with grief does not mean their relationships with kon and bart were unhealthy. grief is a whole other beast here. like do you guys know what the word "codependency" means because im getting the feeling that thats a no

[sprimps]

they're thinking about very different things

[leclercskiesahead]

shellmotorsport It's here! Part two of @charles_leclerc and @carlossainz55 playing Two Truths and a Lie! Watch and guess along. (Part 1)

[moeblob]

As Tales of Symphonia was my first Tales game and the only game I've beaten like five times completely... it holds a special place in my heart. I really love the cast and I was a walking strategy guide for it back in the GameCube days.

I had all the unlockable outfits carried over into NG+ (gotta collect those swimsuits baby) and honestly. I just. Really like this game. I haven't played it in a while but I have it on PS3 and now I long to hook it up and play it (sorry to my many other Tales games I haven't beaten once on PS3......).

[explodingstarlight]

i did it. i drew edgy Mikey. my sacred duty as a MCR listener is complete <3

[see the OG edit and post link below!]

behold, the OG post and the edit link: X

gives immaculate chaotic vibes, he had to be drawn

[steffyanie]

i just met falin and i relate to her on such an immense level........

[samijey]

Sami seemed to strike a big nerve with Jey last night

[luna-loveboop]

So like

Time's asking Twilight to stay back and talk right

(In Dawn pt. 8)

Twi seems pretty concerned about the weapon

And then I think here, they were understanding- they were going to talk about it

AND then in that last panel

Time says "take care of anything left here; we're on our way"

"WE're"

Aaaaaalso the chain already knew that. Apparently those two just leave and talk lol

"They always have private conversations it's nothing new"

Also everyone was ready to go

And Time and Twilight didn't have their full armor on- indicating Time and Twilight are the two who will hang back in, "we're on our way"

So! For Time content... I think we've got a conversation coming up

And if I'm right, I think it's cool how they're so close and just wanna talk and work stuff out...

Art and comic by @linkeduniverse

:)

[deangril]

Hello, Dean

[gilears]

Time moves forward and only forward, relentless. Didn’t you learn last time? You can’t make it stop.

And when it has gone past, a sequel to Over & Through. Coming December 26-31.

[gimyung]

when they're a chaotic neutral equipped w a god complex and a mouth running 1000kmph to spout the cockiest and most eccentric shit known to man >>

entp: the real menaces

[turtlecleric]

You are doing your best to be better. To be honest to Leo about your feelings. Though to be quiet honest, trying to hide what you are feeling from Leo is about as difficult as it sounds. He just knows, he always just knows when something is up. And when necessary he will give you space, but tonight is not one of those nights.

he sits next to you on your bed his hand wrapped around yours offering a comforting squeeze as he just sits and listens. The window he climbed through to get into your room wide open. a cool breeze caressing you head to toe, ruffling your curtains. Calming you both as you try to find the words. The right words to let him know how you feel but not worry him at the same time.

“It’s never a feeling as deep as hatred” you finally manage. “ I just, really, really, don’t like myself sometimes. I am supposed to be more than what I currently am, I am supposed to be in a different place. I feel like I am constantly falling behind, unable to catch up. Like I’m drowning in myself. Like I’m constantly disappointing everyone.”

You don’t look at Leo as you speak. One part terrified of what you will see and another disappointed that’s he has to come comfort you at all. But then he takes you by your chin. Gently maneuvering it so you are facing him. You look at his mouth. Still too scared to look him in the eye. To nervous of what you will see.

“Mi preciosa . Please look at me.”

His voice is low and soft. More like a coo than anything. You can feel the affection in it, the care he has for you. You pinch your eyes closed a moment. Steeling yourself, before you slowly open them and look him in the eye. And it’s then it’s all laid bare. There is no pity, there is no resentment or sadness. He looks at you with deep understanding. Like one would the other half of their soul. Like he’s looking in a mirror. Like he can see you fully and clearly what you are. You feel naked and exposed and raw. His gaze exploring every piece of doubt you have ever harbored.

and then he kisses you. Deep and wanting. But a delicate thing all the same. You try to pull away but he holds you there. Entrancing you to continue. So you do. You stay there with him as he moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, to your neck. Sliding your shirt to the side so he can have access to your collarbone and shoulder. Peppering them with longing.

“Leo, what are you doing?” You whisper as a slow building heat begins to envelop you.

Leo looks up at you. His expression bare, no sign of his usual mask as he looks at you with a softness that makes you what to cry. “I love you.”

His honestly makes you laugh rather than cry. But a part of you breaks at the words. A part of you not ready to stop hiding you reinforce your walls. “I know Leo.”

Leo gently pushes forward his chin rubbing along your neck, in the familiar gesture of him senting you. Again he repeats. “I love you.”

A small sigh leaves you. “I-I know. Leo I know what you are trying to do. It won’t… I’m not.”

His hands fall to your sides both his thumb peaking under your shirt as he ducks his head low to the underside of your chin and kisses you where you’re soft. “I love you.” The words practically purring against you.

you feel yourself sputter. To find words to ground yourself to.

“I love you.” “Leo.”

“I love you”

you feel yourself start to break.

“I love you.” your voice becomes warped with emotion. As you give in to it. “ say it again.”

he complies as easily as breathing. “ I love you.”

“again.”

“I love you.”

you feel yourself begin to tremble. “Again.”

“I love you.”

He has you on your back now. Kissing away the tears streaking your face. You can’t stop crying. It feels so silly. And yet he repeats its again and again his voice steady with the same honestly and longing he’s had for you sense the beginning.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

His hands slide down you slowly, giving you enough time to regret him. You don’t. gently he unbuttons your pants. Slipping you out of them as he kisses your shoulder. Your shirt is next piece to be removed and so on and so on until you are completely bare in front of him. He looks at you with softness. With kindness. With a desire for you now more then ever to be soft with you. So you let him.

He bends down and kisses your tummy. His hands delicately caressing your sides as he dose. “ I love you here.”

He moves down further to the crook of your knee and kisses you there too. “I love you here too.”

your thighs your legs your feet. He kisses them all like he can’t get enough. Your shoulders your sides your breasts. His hands explore you in a reverence, that you swear should be reserved for gods alone. But he touches you in that delicate piety all the same. Like he can’t imagine a world where he isn’t touching you. Like your body is all he will ever need. Like you are the concept of life itself, he worships you fully.

finally he leans over to your ear and presses a kiss to your temple. His hands touching and pinching at your nipples as he dose. “ Will you let me take you Hermosa? Mi preciosa, Mi amor. Can I have you? Please can I have you.”

Deep heat unfurls in you as he begs for you, over and over. With a Desperation, like he hasn’t been the one rendering you to stardust by his caresses. He begs for you, like you have been the one leading him to worship this whole time. Like you had been the one to entrance him. you wrap your arms around his neck and sigh as his hands dip lower. Ghosting his fingers on your hips.

“Take me.” You mumble into his shoulder.

and he all but devours you. His mouth is in your pulse and the quick dull pain of teeth meet you on your throat. As one of his hands explores your seam and folds like he’s doing it for the first time. Worshiping your cunt with his hand. meanwhile his moth babbles on and on.

“Mi preciosa, my Hermosa, mi princesa, me amore. I love you.”

He curls one of his fingers inside you and you arch your back into him. He presses his face to your chest, scenting you and he works you open. His mouth continuing to babble “ fuck I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I need you. I want you, every second of every day I want you. I want my cock in you. I want to hang off of you. I want to live inside your skin I can’t get enough of you. If I could I would live the rest of my life buried inside of you. Fucking and filling you until we both are unable to tell where we are. I need you, I love you. I want to worship you.”

He presses another finger into you and your fingers curl and bite into his shoulder. He dosent need anymore to start pumping them inside you. Taking them out only to spread your slick up to your clit before pressing his palm to it. You kick your head back like you’re seeing stars.

“Don’t make me come. Don’t make me come. Get me to the edge and then stop.” You beg as he pulls the pleasure out of you. “ I wanna come with you in me. Please please please.”

He nods taking hold of one of your hands and leading it down to where he’s wet and wanting. You press your fingers into him and he moans loud and wounded. His eyes fluttering closed as he bites into your shoulder once more. The both of you fucking onto each others hands. Leo biting you harder when you feel your climax coming sooner the. You would like. Letting out a sob when he removes his hand. kissing your cheeks apologetically. His voice almost as wounded as yours as he speaks. “ you said you wanted to come on my cock remember, forgive me. Mi preciosa, not yet not yet.”

you fuck your fingers into him harder as pay back. Technically yes he’s doing what you wanted but still, the infuriation of you being denied your pleasure when you are all but begging for him makes you want to be a little mean. Not that Leo is in anyway complaining. He rolls the both of you so you’re in top of him. Giving you a better angle to finger fuck him. He’s close. You can tell with the way he quivers against your hand. His cock head kiss your fingers from where they are pressed deep inside him. He holds your hips like he dose when you ride him. God you want to ride him stupid.

“come on baby, drop for me. Drop for me. I know you want it. I know you need it. You can do it. You are being so good for me. Such a good boy.” He makes a wounded noise at your praise before dropping. Your hand taking hold of him as you lean down and kiss his cock pressing it to your cheek. Leo moans at the sight.

“Fuck me, Hermosa, please, please, fuck me.” He begs as you press on more kiss to him before sheathing him inside. The way he stretches you out will never feel out of place. You love how his cock feels like it was made for you to take. And with the way Leo’s eyes roll to the back of his head every time you allow him the honer to press inside. You feel like he agrees.

still a bit miffed that you were denied your orgasm you start to ride him almost immediately. Not giving either of you time to adjust. Leo’s hands pressing into you in a way that you know will leave pretty bruises behind. More reminders that he wants and claims you as his.

“Hermosa, hermosa, hermosa.” Hé keens out his mouth open and continuing to babble on. “I’m gonna come amore, I’m gonna come slow down. I’m gonna come.” You barel passed his pleas for you to slow down. You are too focused on your own pleasure to care, you fuck him through his orgasm. Hot threads filling you and dripping on to his cloaca and cock as you continue to fuck him. Making him immediately hard again. He teeters on the edge broken hiccuping sobs leaving him as he looks up at you with complete adoration for what you are doing to him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He repeats. “I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna come again forgive me, forgive me.”

“come for me baby. Make me proud come for me again.” You say nuzzling into his neck. He dose. More hot threads of come fill you up right as you hit your own climax. Clenching around him taking everything. God you want his baby’s. God you want it to stick. You clench around him again at the thought and he praises you through it.

“good job Hermosa. That’s it, come on me, that’s it’s thank you, fuck thank you. You feel so good. So good. Good job.”

you both breath there for a moment. The two of you spent. Leo leans up and kisses you. Passionate and fiercely. Like he has ent already shown how much adoration he has for you already.

“Again?” You whimper against him when he dares to part his mouth from yours.

“I love you, mi amor”

(-stranger)

Oh my g od

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[spearxwind]

writing this apology months before it happens but i am so sorry for the person i am going to become eventually. i am getting into warhammer 40k