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[devil-in-hiding]

i have a high right now?! i feel very.. dominant and it’s strange and i am unsure of what to do with myself-

I just wanna wrap a pretty things leash around my hand and pull tight, dragging them between my thighs, watching the way they eagerly stick their tongues out but holding them just far away enough that they can’t get a taste, and listening to them whine

[ahollowgrave]

Thinking more thoughts about WOL!Odette...

Specifically how she's a young, naïve nun who is crafted into a god killer by a woman who loves her and who she loves in turn. How Odette had been told her whole life in the convent that she was destined to be a saint. Of course she would be 'The' Warrior of Light, of course she's Hydaelyn's chosen, of course she and Minfilia fall in love. How this means she never questions the Scion's motives or care for her. She and Minfilia work so well because they understand their roles perfectly. Not always happily but they are both women of deep faith. Faith in Menphina, faith in Hydaelyn, faith in their comrades, faith in each other. They work so well because neither can place the other and their own happiness in front of their duty, their faith. That total understanding must be so freeing for them, to be able to love as fully as they can and knowing it's enough for their partner. Odette spends most of Heavensward with a knot of grief for a heart. She tries so hard not to borrow grief from the future but it is hard not to when they just don't know about Minfilia for so long. But there is so much going on in Heavensward and without Minfilia to consistently come back to I think she's very adrift. More than ever, this expansion is when she is most like a silent protagonist. I can't even touch that scene at the end of Heavenswards. You know the one. I did already talk about Minfilia in Shadowbringers...

[hostesstotheeternalfeast]

thoughts on those weird jellyfish that can live forever

Thoughts thoughts thoughts sent to me

Stretched in plane wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

Soul that should not not not not ask opens its mouth

Asks question that does not make sense. It doesn’t under stand stand stand stand stand

Not forever

Nononononono not hidden away

Safe from time time time, from age age age age age age age age age age age age age age age wrinkle wrinkle and slow slow slow until predator catches

Not not not not Safe from me

Teeth tear tear tear many of them, souls become mine

One one one one lives past expected, lives on and on and on and on. I am not not not angry.

It is cleaver cleaver prey.

I am patient patient patient.

I wait wait wait wait for meal until it is mine.

Patient patient patient predator stalks.

I will wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. It is untouched by time so I wait wait wait wait wait wait

Not forever.

Never forever

Waters drain.

Even the sun comes to me eventually

Free from age age age age but it cannot cannot cannot evade me forever

I will reach it

[absentmoon]

i do think one of the clones catches feelings for her but ultimately they turn out to be best friends & loyal comrades and maybe also i kinda want her to discuss gender with another one of the group

[limpfisted]

sometimes i feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. OH OKAY

"Then fill it. And let me help." He shrugs his shoulders, gently takes his hands. "You are so much more than your pain, or any kind of lack in you. I see the man you are, the struggle, the hunger in your eyes, and yet the way you beg not for your own redemption, not for an unearned bandage on your own guilt---but just to help people, to lay gentle hands on the cuts you've torn, to mend hearts and minds... even when your own trembles so in fear of just your self. Perhaps you do not see it. Perhaps you do not have memories, and so you assume we have no memories of you. But I do. I see the way you stand between us and any danger. You--You defended me from Mizora. You tried to break my pact. And even more than that--you stood between us, twice. And for some reason, perhaps your strength in battle, perhaps that you had always done right by me---I believed you. I believed you could keep me safe, from a DEVIL that has tormented me for seven years, with no one to-...." He almost drops their hands, and after he almost pulls away, he squeezes them, tighter. "I felt safe behind you, like a black sheep cowering behind a lion."

"You push down your feelings, and yet, you are the bravest person I know with them. I have never heard someone say such mean, sarcastic things with so much joy," he chides, with a smile, teasing. "I have never heard such mean things be so funny. Even in your anger, there is an... honesty. An intimacy. Even when you suppress your feelings, shake and gasp and sweat with grief. That terrible struggle---it's one I understand, now, if only from when my soul was dragged through Hell. I see you fighting, the most noble, honorable fight---and I can not think of a warrior stronger. Your will is sharper than any blade, a tongue and muscles that tie and melt themselves hotter than a dragon's forge---and yet, even as I weep for you and wish you did not have to. I find myself admiring your skill for self-control."

"I have so many memories of you. And yet, if you have none of yourself---we shall make more."

"More memories than you can hold. More memories, every day, until you tire of me, until your teeth rot with sweet tales you can rock yourself to sleep with, a lullaby i give to you and you alone. No devil can stop me until you've gotten your fill of happiness and all the splendors of the Sword Coast. And Baldur's Gate. We are so close."

" I will take you to eat fish at the harbour, and we shall watch the sun set, though the yellows, orange, reds, I once thought were so perfect through the thick of the mist could never match the perfect warmth and darkness of your skin. I'll take you to the stables---and together, we'll ride gorgeous horses all around the Outer City. I'll show you the peacocks and the hawks---I'll teach you all I know about holding them and feeding them. My own trusty steed and feathered friend would have loved you---Prince and Charming, respectively, of course. We can go fishing, though I suppose my Father always said I was not the best at that. We can go gambling at the races, and watch the drunken Tymoran priests race even faster around the stadium, chased by unlucky gamblers."

" I'll take you to meet my Mother--and place flowers on her grave. Red roses. She was a bard, she told me to always remember the classics, the cliches are often based on beautiful truth, to bend and shape into gorgeous wreaths and braids and crowns. She would have loved your sharp tongue. She had one of your own, you see. You could both make fun of me and my Father's puns." What a fantasy. Wyll loves to roleplay, and loves still more to forget.

"We can see the fountains in the Upper City. The water is clean enough to drink and there's spouts for children to dance in. So beautiful, at night they gleam every color rainbow with alchemcy and candlelight. All the gorgeous shrines, so much history, so many cultures, all standing after more than two hundred years as one. The Wide! Oh, you must see the statue of Minsc, and Boo, my favorite heroes in all of history. The little hamster is so very darling, I begged my Father to get me one and then tried to run away from home and hunt one down when he said no. I'll tell you all about Minsc and Boo's adventures, and then we can watch a puppet show, and grown men and silly drunken teenagers whimper and cry as they get tattoos. We can buy more perfumes and lotions, and gifts for all our friends, and the swords. My Gods, by Balduran's bollocks, enough to make a man swoon with envy. The thought of an expensive rapier in your hand makes me swoon harder still."

" We can pick up dinner, on the way home. We'll use an old Ravengard family recipe--pot roast and veggies, and fry the fish to boot. Mm. And then we'll go to the park, together, where I used to play so many games of pretend, and we'll talk of all our legendary adventures, and all the legendary adventures to come."

"You deserve to feel more than sadness, mourning, grief. There is labour in atonement, yes. There is hard work in good."

"And yet, you deserve happiness, and joy, and rest, and perhaps love, if you are so kind as to want it from someone else. And if you like, if you are willing. You can find it here, in me."

Wyll takes Daemos's hands and places them on his too-warm beating chest. "If you do not have a heart, if you do not have memories, take my heart, and let us make new memories. Let us make new dawns, and dreams. I want you to wake up in the morning--and know that there is a world outside you."

"It wants you. It aches for you. It sings for you. The world, just as you, is not whole without you in it."

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)

me:

[moki-dokie]

i'm like actually legitimately loving that the result of the tiktok ban is decimating decades of propaganda against china in record time. everyone is flocking to the actual chinese-owned version of tiktok called rednote where they are being welcomed so warmly with the silliest jokes like "i'm your assigned chinese spy! i've been waiting for you! welcome!" alskdjgsld. folks are already making attempts to learn some mandarin to better interact with the chinese users. everyone realizing what our own government collects on us is twice as harmful as anything ccp could do with it. everyone waking up to the fact that every fucking facet of the american internet is designed to harvest and sell personal data off of you so what the fuck does it actually matter anyway if one more entity does it. us government managed to speedrun undoing their own fucking brainwashing it's so goddamn funny.

[waveoftheocean]

late and very much still a wip but happy superbat week day 4: on a case/undercover!

[theorangepdf]

so embarrassing when i insist an actor looks familiar and need to place them or i’ll die and it turns out they were victim #3 in a supernatural episode that’s been imbedded in the ridges on my brain since middle school

[ltwilliammowett]

Vintage card - HMS Victoria, early 20th century

Source

[starzovermarz]

stupid

[softaestluv]

more of Ghost’s sweet wife from this blurb! | mlist ✎ᝰ.ᐟ

Ghost’s sergeant’s are still trying to figure out how a sweet thing like yourself ended up as their Lieutenant’s wife. Rumors spread, ones that bruise Ghost’s ego just a little— ‘Did you hear the Lieutenant is holding a poor lass hostage as his wife?’

It doesn’t help that anytime anyone asks he chalks it up to his ‘irresistible charm.’

The truth? Well he can’t let his team know how utterly soft he is for you.

It would ruin his image if he told them that when he’s not on base he spends his spare time at his elderly neighbor’s apartment. Carries her mail up the stairs everyday so she doesn’t have to climb up the stairs herself, helps her up them whenever he does see her shaking and stumbling up the steps.

Asks her if she needs anything from the market when he’s going shopping, takes her to get refills of her medicine. Always makes himself available to her no matter how minuscule, opens stubborn jars for her, helps her read the tiny font on her prescription bottles, fixes the time on her clocks when the time changes.

Her glorified maintenance boy, and truthfully, Simon was more than happy to help. It felt good to be needed for something normal, so he replaced her light bulbs, drained her clogged sinks, fixed her lopsided wash machine with a smile.

Every Sunday morning, the same routine, tea and biscuits while she taught him how to crochet. It wasn’t exactly easy to hold the slender hooks in his thick fingers, but he could hold them steady long enough, zero his focus through a needle after years as a sniper. He was quite a patient person, and the stitching helped pass the days he was alone, numb his mind to nothing, but loop and thread.

Loop and thread.

It’s not like she was the only one benefiting from the agreement. It was quiet, peaceful, a much needed contrast to the draining and stressful occupation he put himself in. Most days he fell asleep in her recliner, always had her heater a little warmer than needed, the smell of pastries she was baking wafting from the kitchen. Made her living room entirely too comfortable, but she didn’t mind when he took naps, even if he was sure he snored like a bear.

Insisted he call her ‘Gran,’ even if she wasn’t his grandmother. Though, he supposed she acted like she was; baked him an abundance of pastries, always made more than enough dinner for two people. Gave him left overs for lunch— ‘a little lady like myself can’t finish it all alone, Simon.’

Plus, it led him to you.

There were days their conversations strayed to his relationship status. Single, of course, something Gran tried to change, dropping hints throughout their time together:

‘A young man like yourself should have a wife and kids by now, Simon!’

‘You sure are a handy man, you’ll make a great husband someday.’

‘You should meet my granddaughter, I think you two would get along swell.’

‘You know, my granddaughter can cook just as well. Taught her all my recipes.’

He always brushed it off; he wasn’t exactly looking to be in a relationship, but Gran was cunning, sneaky, and set the two of you up. Invited him over for dinner and to watch the football game on the telly one day. Except when he walked through her front door, calling for her, he saw your figure in the kitchen, adorned in an apron, covered in flour and sugar.

And well, he already called her ‘Gran,’ why not legally make her his grand-in-law?

[absentmoon]

i still haven't watched all the movies ill do that after cw to plan out how icee changes things down the line

[bread--quest]

visitor at our museum made a comment today that made me question a lot of things so i'm making a poll about it

the scenario: it is a beautiful day outside and by beautiful i of course mean "cloudy with a chance of rain". sky is gray. smells rainy. possibly already drizzling. you don't really know How rainy it's going to get, but there will definitely be Sky Water happening for a good portion of the day.

also feel free to mention where you're from, if you think it's relevant or just want to give a shout out to your location

[fairsweetlonging]

you think shen yuan ever pats down his robes and has a whole heart attack cus he can't find his phone in his pockets and he starts looking around in a panic and making everyone around him also panic because he lost something!!! before then suddenly realizing—oh, right.