#hold on idr what its called

[catscalling]

Howdy; the god of Flora!

[nomaishuttle]

the way i balance staying true to my tumblrina nature while also having a job and bills and rent is that at work while cleaning a room ill think of something id like to post and then repeat it over and over in my head and refine it until it sounds right and then i either post it as soon as i get a second to Or i forget it bc i think of anew post to make. and they always get 0 notes but its ok

[marsdemo]

WOOHOO YEAH LOATHE i started listening to them recently sooo good

YAYYYY YAYAYA I LOVE THEM ive been listening 2 them for a while theyre one of my fave metal bands ^_^ so freaking good to me... my two fave songs off i let it in and it took everything r aggressive evolution & broken vision rhythm but the whole album is so good .. if ur ever looking 4 something similar. try biting off some of uhhh crossfaith (metalcore) or letlive (post hardcore) or a new world if you can take it (shoegaze) smiled

^us listening 2 music sorry i have a specific image of everybody holding hands and frolicking in my head but i cant find it

[darkwitchingflower]

I've lost count but here's another "Sht my friends say as pjo characters" pt like 7???: Also side note sorry if I'm repeating these idr the last one i did lol:

Jason: I opened my glasses case and started panicking because I couldn't find my glasses... I'm literally wearing them

Leo: if I ever have a son ill take every chance to laugh at him

Reyna: Thalia the love magnet. She got b*tches (romantic) when all she wanted was b*tches (platonic) (Gojolover69, see last quotes post by @wraith--2)

Leo: so you're a ho*n't (same person above)

Piper: Stole scientific equipment and everything and we found out the smallest thing in the galaxy is the size of our patience because we gave up the search and stole a gazillion dollar dildo ( @wraith--2 )

Leo:....calculator

Reyna: You're a calculator

Leo: are you calling me smart?

Reyna: no I'm calling you a tool

(I'm Leo and @thatonelazyghost is Reyna here)

Piper: Coach keeps going on about ppl who aren't in and he's like and then there's Annabeth who's broken her ankle ( @wraith--2 )

Will: I'm gay, I have the spidey sense for rainbow things ( @indecisivenb)

Nico: it's not gay if it's from behind

Nico: I'm ready to leave now

Nico: like I'm done

Nico: too peopley

Nico: nvm coach gave me a maulteaser

(Me on my last day of college)

Annabeth: You absolute bean of a human

Piper: Hi its me, Percy, a twink! ( @thatonelazyghost)

Leo: I put Frank down because he's lactose intolerant (me)

Leo: dismember my body and stick me in a lightning McQueen coffin ( @wraith--2 )

Nico: what's your sexuality

Ghost swings it back and forth*

Nico writing down bi: Ah you swing both ways ( @wraith--2 )

Reyna about Leo: DAM bros balls didn't drop

Leo: ...and the tip was empty

Mr D about Connor and Travis: ITS THE F*CKING TWINS!!! WANNA KNOW HOW I KNOW THAT?! THAT GUY HAD THE F*CKING ZOOMIES HE HAD PLACES TO GO AND PEOPLE TO SEE

Nico: is anyone gonna pay attention to the fact Leo's dead?

Leo: THANK YOU!

Nico: You're dead shut up

(Nico is @thatonelazyghost and I'm Leo here)

Luke: I'm no p*ssy ill skin my victims infront of the lifeguard ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: like do you moan daddy, mammy or parental???

Playing stardew valley*

Nico: I love Willy

Everyone dies*

Percy: I love cream in my mouth! (Ider the context for this I just know the sake friend said the quote above this one too so it may be smth to do with that idr)

Leo: I don't need a psychiatrist I- ( @duckbakery)

Piper: you need God (Gojolover69)

Playing DnD*

Leo: I also successfully charmed a woman at the bar, then Nico ( @duckbakery ) goes

"The woman leads you away"

Everyone else: "ohh wait hold on ooo whats going on, dayum"

Nico: "you come back 2 minutes later"

Everyone dying laughing

Nico: "you went into a private room but couldn't stop talking about pirate ships so she gave up"

Alex Fiero (I think that's their name? I haven't read Magnus yet): Oh so YOU'RE the gender goblin ( @thatonelazyghost )

Mr D: I'm literally the god of gender identity, furries and monsters

Piper: I want someone to yippee on my body ( @thatonelazyghost )

Leo: Leo you should know better its because of your feminism you f*cking freak

Annabeth: Freaky feminists have got to be my favourite breed of gender (she was totally talking about Thalia here) ( @wraith--2 )

Calypso: Leo always finishes early

Leo: ye I do- WAIT WHAT?! ? ( @duckbakery )

Playing stardew*

Piper: LEOS A WOMAN

Piper: OMG HIS NAMES EMO-LY

(Me about another friend)

(Pic of character at end of post)

Nico: do you have any food?

Hades: Nope ( @duckbakery )

Nico: guess I'll die then

Thalia: I have a dead cat in my shed

Hazel: OMG PICS

Thalia: Read that again

Hazel: OH OH NO OH NO OH NOOOOOOOO I DIDNT SEE THE WORD DEAD

(I was Hazel here)

Rachel: I do other stuff than being ginger ( @duckbakery )

Percy: If you don't sleep rn im gonna call you tickle tipsin

Annabeth: ... what ( @duckbakery )

Nico: call me what now (me)

Percy: it's from the "it's been a year daddy" video you freaky f*cks

Nico: it's a beautiful day outside... f*ck- (GojoLover69)

Playing stardew valley*

Piper: annabeth ya know he likes pickles right?

Me: ya

Hazel: who like pickles?

Piper: Harvey

Hazel: divorse him!

Piper: ye he clearly likes men

(I'm annabeth and @duckbakery is piper here)

(The text was sent too early)

Percy: sorry I'm late I got blown

Percy: into smithereens

( @duckbakery )

Percy: This is more zesty than Piper and that's saying something ( @wraith--2 )

Leo to Jason: F*cking senile b*tch

Jason: I'm older and wiser except I'm not smart ( @duckbakery)

Piper: forget the fact I split a gay man in half in the gc ( @wraith--2 )

Coach Hedge to frank: why did you feel the need to @everyone about percy and annabeth getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ( @thatonelazyghost )

Annabeth: oooh eloquent 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ( @wraith--2 )

Reyna: Perchance you can suck my d*ck ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: Perchance you can commit tax fraud with me (Gojolover69)

Piper: Perchance we can stab ppl together ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: Perchance. Get on the f*cking boat and let's hunt 😈 (Gojolover69)

Rachel: perchance 7 half bloods shall answer the call to storm or fire the world perchance must fall with an oath to keep with a final breath perchance as foes bear arms to the doors of death perchnace (me)

Nico to will: Perchance you and me should fall into tartarus ( @wraith--2 )

Thalia: perchance we should all hug and kiss in a platonic way ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: Perchance that is an excellent suggestion (Gojolover69)

Reyna: Perchance I shall kiss Thalia completely platonically ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: perchance that platonically is bs (me)

Reyna: Lies I'm off at sea and don't see Thalia every morning ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: i know for sure you've found a way regardless ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: I feel like this is bullying ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: guys we need to do among us in real life ( @duckbakery )

Annabeth: That's already a game Leo, it's called mafia ( @thatonelazyghost )

Percy: I see you've grown a brain can you share (friend from work)

Thalia: the need to refer to eachother as "love", "dear" and "pookie" is strong but the aro is stronger ( @thatonelazyghost )

Piper: this whole group is secretly but not very secretly a big polyamorous relationship ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: So glad the sex aversion in me is strong cause imagine the stds going round this place my God ( @wraith--2 )

Annabeth: i'm iconic i'm quotable and i'm autistic ( @thatonelazyghost )

Leo: Are you a heinz baked beans, extra rich tomato sauce-sexual? (Gojolover69)

Percy: So my mam booked me and my sister a swimming lane for tmr morning, and I'm like oh dear God mother, u do know I'm currently blasting liquid magma from my a*s, which travels at super sonic speeds, do you reckon this is safe for public health? (Gojolover69)

[set-phasers-to-whump]

a place to rest

prompt: sleep deprivation, isolation chamber, forced to stay awake, "leave the lights on"

whumpee: river cartwright

fandom: slough house/slow horses

heya welcome back to me hurting river :) this fic is based on a line from one of the books and idr if it's in the show as well but basically that river and spider went thru training together and were each other's only connection in there. yeah. i'm obsessed w that dynamic and wanted to play w it lol. hope you like!! (title from hungry heart by bruce springsteen)

He has been sitting on the floor of this room, which could perhaps generously be termed a cupboard, for god knows how long. Long enough to have gotten tired, for them to have given him two meals—if that slop could be called a meal, anyway. 

He’d tried to fall asleep, earlier. He’d known, of course, that they wouldn’t let him. Doesn’t take a genius to work that one out. But he’d given it a go, anyway, and been rewarded for his efforts with a loud banging on the door and an increase in the brightness of the already unpleasantly bright bulb hanging above him. 

His head hurts. He’s hungry. Two slices of hard bread and a bowl of lukewarm soup that is mostly water is hardly enough to keep you satiated, even when it’s been given to you twice. 

By the time they bring him the third meal—more of the same—his eyes are threatening to stay closed every time he blinks. But the light keeps getting brighter, it seems like, every time he’s on the verge of nodding off, and now loud music—not even anything good, just discordant drums and brass—is being piped through some unseen speaker at random intervals. 

He wants to go home. 

And he knows—he knows this is all just pretend. Except it’s not. Sure, he’s in no actual danger. If he gets really hurt, there’s a medical team. The people holding him here are helping him. Turning him into an effective agent. 

But the torture itself is very much real. 

By the time the fourth meal comes around, he isn’t quite sure what reality is anymore. The world is sort of fuzzy around the edges and he keeps hearing voices, people speaking to him, but he can’t understand what they’re saying and he’s too exhausted to ask them to speak up. 

He shuffles forward to take the tray that’s been pushed through the slot in the door (which locks immediately after the food is given to him, so he can’t even catch a glimpse of the outside world). His hands are shaking so much that he can’t eat the soup, not that he’ll be missing out on much. 

Sometime in the hazy period between the fourth meal and when the fifth would presumably be served, a miracle happens. 

The door opens. 

There’s a man standing there, in military uniform. Not British military. Not anything easily identifiable as belonging to another country, either. He gestures for River to get up. 

He’s not sure if he can. 

River eventually manages to use the wall to leverage himself to his feet. His vision swims. The other man reaches forwards and grabs him by the shoulders, drags him out into the hall, and then pushes him. 

“Go.”

It takes a long time for the word to make its way into River’s consciousness. By the time he realizes he’s free, the other man is long gone. 

He almost collapses to the floor right then and there. The lights are dimmer and there’s no loud noise, just the quiet buzz of activity elsewhere. 

But he’d better not. Maybe it’s not permitted to sleep here. Maybe they’ll punish him. Make him stay in that closet longer. 

Motivated half by the fear that someone is going to come along and drag him back into that hell, half by the absolutely overwhelming desire to lie down and pass out, River wanders through a maze of hallways, navigating on memories made murky by lack of sleep. At some point the realization occurs to him, dimly, that he’s shaking. 

Somehow he makes it outside of the terrible building where he’d been kept, then across a sprawling but decrepit lawn and to the barracks. 

The room he’s been sleeping in is fairly empty. There’s him, Spider, and four other guys, spaced out across eight bunk beds. He and Spider have claimed the bed closest to the door, and as River comes through that door, he’s hit with a wave of regret in regards to his choice of sleeping spot.

He’d taken the top bunk, some childhood desire drawing him there, but there’s no way in hell he’s making it up that ladder. Just seeing the beds has made his legs go weak, and he’s unsure of his ability to take another step.

Spider is sitting on his own bed, and River tries very hard to focus on him. He’s sort of curled into himself near his pillow, and there’s a black eye and a red, angry scrape down his cheek which hadn’t been there before. 

Spider looks up at him. His eyes widen slightly, and then he wordlessly gestures to the rest of the bed, a silent invitation. 

River lacks the energy to do anything but accept, collapsing down onto Spider’s mattress. Spider doesn’t do anything, just watches silently, so River simply curls himself up on the lower half of the bed, not so much as taking his shoes off first.

He’s asleep in seconds. 

--

He dreams discordantly but sleeps rather soundly. When he wakes up, still tired, it takes him a few moments to work out where he is. 

He’s in Spider’s bed. He vaguely recalls Spider having been here, when he’d arrived, exhausted and shaking and feeling like death. 

Spider is not here now. And River is tucked beneath the blankets—multiple, even though they’re only allowed one each. His head is on Spider’s pillow and his shoes are gone although he’s pretty sure he hadn’t had the strength to remove them before. 

A dim thought about all of this floats across River’s mind, hazy and uncertain and vaguely tender, but he’s too tired and disoriented to properly follow it.

He falls back asleep instead.

thanks for reading! i hope you liked it <3

[ladysophiebeckett]

Another thing I didn't like about Gabriel this season is the fact he's spending Christmas with his ex ?? The baby isn't even there yet he absolutely could have gone to Chicago. I'm blaming this on bad writing.

It all goes back to Gabriel's inability to choose. When he talks about past Christmases' he speaks about Camille's family like its something he's used to. And now that there's a baby, it's more 'official' that they're 'family'. He probably felt bad about what happened at the wedding even tho that whole thing was not his fault. He can't say no to Camille bc he feels an obligation to fulfill.

But also, it didn't look like he wanted to go to Chicago. He didn't show signs of it. He asks Emily if she's okay with it and it's clear she isn't. She says like 3x, 'I wish you were coming with me'. She wanted him to want to go with her. But instead she says 'No'. It's another communication issue on her end bc she should have said 'hey this does bother me. what's gonna happen next year?'. But both are afraid of that confrontation.

It's also a call back to Emily's boyfriend at the start of the series. iirc, she breaks up with American Boyfriend (idr his name) bc he doesn't want to make the effort to visit her in Paris, doesn't want to keep dating long distance and wants her to come home. He basically refused to make any effort. Gabriel not making the effort or interest in going to back to Chicago with her is like a little alarm that starts ringing in Emily's head.

So I can see why people are pro (Rich) Italian Guy bc he's the one actively pursuing her, at first glance he doesn't have any past relationship issues, he's appears to be open especially about his family. On paper there's nothing complicated about him and for the first time Emily isn't feeling like she has to hold something back.

It's the fresh start that Gabriel said maybe they all needed. Words that are haunting him now, but unfortunately he deserves it.

[kath-artic]

more on that

i've talked about this exact moment before but it's one that i ALWAYS forget about. there was a time where my ex and I were sitting next to each other reading and he asked me why I chose to be with him when i could be with anyone else if i wanted to. i was taken aback at the time not because the question was strange or anything (I think I said something along the lines of "because you fascinate me" or "because you understand me," idr), but because I neverrrrr thought of myself as someone that anyone else would be willing to pursue. I never thought of myself as in demand, as someone desirable. and I think half the reason I continue to feel that way is because I believe it to the point that I willfully ignore people's attempts to pursue me. idk, was just thinking about it today 1) because it was related to what I talked about w my therapist today and 2) because i've been thinking more about the romantic/sexual relationship paths that lie before me. this guy i've had a crush on for almost 2 years was definitely attracted to me at some point and still interacts w me on social media from time to time. even if he would never be interested in me that way again, I at least know he holds some very basic interest in me as a human being. he wouldn't text me if he didn't want to talk to me at least a little. then there's this guy who was super touchy w me at that party I was at and this other guy from my high school who keeps asking to meet up. and this new friend i've been hanging out with who i'm getting Vibes off of. and its like. OH! I could fuck these people if I wanted! (not the first guy bc he has a girlfriend unless they broke up within the last 3 days or something, but you get the point). I just have always felt like if I flirt with someone they should call the cops on me and it never ceases to blow my mind whenever I have these moments of clarity where I realize that me flirting with people would not necessarily be an unsolicited action.

[prism-empurress]

you want xehanort lore? here is my best attempt based on what i know. i havent beaten the game where time travel got involved so this is uh. before things got too bad

so xehanort was a keyblade master who was training this kid ventus. then one day he felt a bit silly and wanted to restart a war for science so he stabbed a child to split his heart into two halves (ventus, pure light, and vanitas, pure dark) and then gave ventus (actively dying because of having his heart you know. ripped in half) to his old pal eraqus to deal with and kept vanitas. his GOAL was that vanitas and ventus would eventually fight and somehow form this old weapon called the x-blade (not to be confused with the keyblade despite being pronounced the same) because something something it forms when equal light and dark powers clash i think? idk. anyways i literally have no clue what happened at the end of bbs because i wasnt paying attention but iirc that plan only semi worked and ventus ended up in a fucking coma for 10 years. in the meantime i think xehanort was uh. i feel like his goal was immortality but i could be mixing him up with william afton. anyways he norted a boy. that boy was terra. basically he just possessed him. so theres terranort now. then aqua i think beat him up then dropped him off in radiant garden before going to the void

terranort then took a quick detour to get a phd in unethical science with notoriously totally definitely not the worst character ever ansem the wise. he learned about how to release peoples hearts and then uh. idr how this happened exactly BUT HE DID IT TO HIMSELF AND MAYBE CONVINCED ANSEM TW's OTHER APPRENTICES TO DO IT TOO????? anyways so oops! he now has split himself in half. not the same way he split ventus in half though he split himself in half in like a normal way, aka into a heartless and a nobody

tldr explanation for heartless and nobodies, heartless are peoples hearts that have succumbed to darkness and nobodies are the body they leave behind. if you have a strong will, your nobody is basically just a kinda funky copy of yourself without a heart. also if you choose to succumb to darkness instead of being overtaken by it, then you remain sentient as a heartless <-(this is also why sora was a very polite heartless, since he released his own heart). xehanort filled both of those conditions, so his heartless was ansem seeker of darkness and his nobody was xemnas. neither of them are ansem in any way shape or form and i genuinely cannot remember if there was a reason for him naming himself after ansem besides spite.

anyways. xemnas goes on to form a cult of nobodies with the other 5 apprentices that lost their hearts and a handful of other people he found. meanwhile, ansem sod is hanging out on the island sora and riku live on and is being weird to children. riku is feeling a bit silly and also jealous that his crush doesnt need him and so he accidentally destroys his home and starts hanging out with the demons. ansem sod decides that it would be really funny to possess this kid and so he tells riku that the darkness holds the secrets to free robux if he just succumbs to it. unfortunately no free robux awaits riku and ansem sod norts his second boy. its fine though, sora got exorcised him and then killed him with the power of friendship.

meanwhile, xemnas' cult is thriving. until it isnt. sora killed like half their members then tripped and fell so hard that he got amnesia and now hes in a coma while namine tries to fix him. theyve recruited soras nobody, this weird quiet kid named roxas, to go kill a bunch of heartless with the goal of completing kingdom hearts. what is kingdom hearts? great question im not sure. its like this big heart moon / the heart of all worlds? idk its where hearts go when theyre not heartless. xemnas tells his cult that completing kingdom hearts will give them all back their hearts and so they all are going along with it because they want their hearts back. except roxas who doesnt really care about this whole humanity thing but hes being bribed to stay with ice cream. but soon not even ice cream is enough to get him to stay. roxas decides to go out and find himself (literally!) and then immediately gets kidnapped by riku who is sad that his boyfriend is in a coma and snatched roxas to bring back to ansemtw so they could wake sora up. roxas then dies tragically. goodbye roxas!

sora then goes on to kill pretty much the rest of their members (except for axel who kills himself) and then tells xemnas to go die and then he and riku kill him with the power of... friendship........ totally just friendship

and then i stopped paying attention! hope this helps :>>

holy fucking shit, you really went above and beyond for this and I really must thank you more than just typing "thank you" here. THIS IS SO CRAZY!!! I'm fucking cackling over the robux bit too, that was brilliantly placed. I know NOTHING of kingdom hearts, but now I know...this guy! kinda! Again thank you, holy shit, I hope you have a wonderful rest of the day!

[waltwhitmansbeard]

you know it had to be done, situation 2 with Vax and Keyleth?

The first time they realize their partner will live a large part of their life without them. gonna make this general cr, i think. idr the exact way things played out in the immediate aftermath of the chroma conclave so just go with it.

When the dust is settled and the dragons are dead, Vax is still alive. This alone is a miracle; he has been courting death for some time, even before this dalliance with the Raven Queen, and dying in the fight to slay the beast that killed his mother seemed fitting, poetic even.

Yet here is he, all four limbs and the steady in-and-out of his lungs, and stretching before him is time. His forever belongs to his matron, but his now, at least, belongs to him, and he belongs to her.

She is asleep, arms and legs splayed out as wildly as her hair—she has always been a bed hog. (What a giddy thing, to speak of her and always in the same breath.) He's sitting up, watching the sliver of moonlight peeking through their Whitestone curtains slowly creep along the curve of her spine. He is too...something to sleep. Wired? Tired? Alive? Whatever. He'd rather watch her, anyway.

They will be going to Vesrah soon. He's pretty sure he's more excited about the prospect than she is. They will be going to Vesrah, and she will complete her Aramenté. He serves the Mistress of Fate, and this is her fate, terrified of it as she is. The end of the journey is just a new beginning for her, and Vax has always been a fan of beginnings.

Beginnings. They've had a lot of endings, Vox Machina, but on the heels of each has always come a new beginning, a new mission, a new someday to chase. Tonight, though, Vax is staring down the barrel of quiet. There are small victories to seek out—her Aramenté, the final death of the rakshasa, whatever the hell they need to do with those ashes—but they are so very close to being done. And that means a new beginning.

He wonders what Zephrah will be like. He's visited, of course, but to wake up there, to see its people moving about their lives, to hear the howl of the Summit Peaks but not feel the wind—it must be so different from Byroden, from Syngorn, from Emon, from Whitestone, from all of the places he's called home in his years. This, though, this is the home he has been waiting for, the one that does not come from shifting responsibilities or a need for escape, but instead from an easy settling, a quiet promise of tomorrow.

Of course, this new beginning, this new tomorrow, it will not be the same for her. Vax reaches down to twirl a finger in a lock of her flaming hair. She doesn't stir. She will have so many tomorrows, so, so many tomorrows, and for the first time, as he watches the slow up and down of her shoulders, the minute shifting of her fingers atop her pillow, he confronts the notion of all the tomorrows she will have without him.

He got so lucky, in the grand scheme of things. He has been courting death, yes, but regardless of when death finally returns his favor, he will not know a day on this earth without her. He will not wake to morning birdsong and know that music has lost all melody. He will not turn to whisper a joke to an ear that has long been gone. He will not keep to one side of a bed, though the whole thing has been his for longer than he can remember. He does not envy her, does not wish to grapple with what years lie ahead the way she must. Gods above, is it any wonder why she is so anxious, so terrified to let people in?

Vax doesn't know how his sister does it, holds the man she loves, the man she is destined to lose when she is still so young, and give herself entirely, no hesitation, no regret. It is so easy for Vax to give himself to her; if she doesn't keep his memory once he is gone, who will? She will outlive generations. She will outlive nations. Hells, she might even live into the next age, whatever the gods have in store for them. And she will see it all without him.

He slides down to slip an arm across her back, gently pull her in just a bit closer. She hums in her sleep, and Vax ducks his face into her shoulder. He got so lucky, not just in the grand scheme of things, but in this, these stolen moments, these forgotten hours. He hopes she does not find him selfish for not wanting to give them up, for wanting to love her and be loved by her for as long as the fates allow. He closes his eyes. He will do both as best he can. It is, after all, his destiny.

[heniareth]

Yoooooooooo hey hi!! First of all I am sending get well soon vibes to you, beloved germbag 😂😂 no but really. Kick its arse. The nerve of it!

For the kissing prompt, if I might ask for Astala (my beloved!!) and Zevran (her beloved!!):

- kissing them to shut them up

- holding them by the jaw to kiss them

- idr the name of it but the gist was small, domestic kisses while getting stuff done e.g. making breakfast.

Any of these, none of these, all of these-- whatever takes your fancy as applicable!! :D :D

Kisses and smooches coming right up!! Thank you for the well-wishes ^^ I am happy to report I am kicking the germs' ass (or whatever counts as a backside on a germ). Current prognosis is that maybe this weekend I'll get rid of it? My trusty allies garlic and lemon have done a lot of heavy-duty lifting here. On to the smooches! It's being a good pracitce at being self-indulgent. Under the cut because it's long (very long)!

CW for a little suggestive talk in the second and third snippet, discussion of drunkenness in the second.

A) Holding them by the jaw to kiss them

The Landsmeet was always an ordeal. Zevran knew that Astala had hoped it would go smoother this time with all the evidence that they had prepared. His mere presence, however, unusual as it was, seemed to be enough to bring all of their preparations into jeopardy.

"I just don't think, arlessa," Gell said, "that his word holds much weight here."

"Say what you mean," Astala said in a tone that Zevran recognized as a threat.

"It should be obvious," arl Gell said and leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards Zevran. "He's Antivan."

"And you're no longer Fereldan," Astala shot back. "Your point?"

Gell laid his hands on the railing of the balustrade. "He shouldn't even be here!"

""Neither should you," one of the banns called from the floor below.

"Please!" Anora called from her seat as Astala stood up. Her knuckles were paling from the death grip on her cane.

"Your Majesty," Gell said, turning to Anora. "This is an insult to the Landsmeet!"

"An insult?" Zevran lifted his eyebrows. This man was getting tiresome.

“I’m so sorry, Zevran,” Astala muttered, only for him to hear.

Zevran made a dismissive gesture towards the arl. “This is hardly your fault. How about we make ourselves more disagreeable to this man?”

“What, is that still possible?” Astala scoffed over the clamoring nobility. “Any ideas?”

Zevran drew one finger along her jaw, on the side of her face that had ben scarred by the archdemon’s fire, and bent her head further down, until her lips were hovering above his. A wolfish smile came over Astala’s face as she leaned in and Zevran captured her lips in a fierce kiss. The Landsmeet broke out into loud shouting, broken up and harmonized when Shianni whistled loud enough that it could be heard out in the hallway and in the rooms past it.

Author's notes: arl Gell Lendon is an asshole who took Edgehall by force when his half-brother, who he had attempted to murder, died to the darkspawn. He proceeded to chopp down Edgehall's vhenadahl and then took action against a Dalish clan who wanted to gift the Alienage a new vhenadahl. To say Astala has beef with him (as do I) is to put it lightly. You can read more about him and inform your outrage at this man on this wiki page.

B) Kissing them to shut them up

An early night in the Alienage that was just chilly enough to be comfortable as long as people were sitting close enough together found Astala and Zevran in the company of two of Astala’s friends, Carrel and Tehriel. They’d found a spot close to Alarith’s shop where they could sit and talk as the sun fully disappeared behind the ocean, and swap stories about the year that had passed. Tonight was a night of funny stories, and Zevran had finished recounting every detail of his failed assassination attempt.

“You tried to kill her?” Tehriel leaned back, wide-eyed and arms crossed. “No way.”

“It made for a rousing first meeting,” Zevran said lightly.

“Second meeting,” Astala said. “Our first meeting was in the tavern at Redcliffe.”

“Ah, you remember that?” Zevran clicked his tongue. “I thought you might not. You were quite drunk.”

Carrel snorted. “And you fell in love with her after seeing her drunk.”

“Hey, I’m an okay drunk!” Astala protested.

“And a bit aggressive, Tabris,” Carrel said.

“Well, I was very nice to him,” Astala answered.

“That she was.” Zevran leaned further against Astala. “She invited me to sit with her.”

“Oooh, she never let me sit next to her,” Tehriel said and Astala stuck her tongue out at him.

“Because you cheat at cards!”

“After that, we went for a stroll under the stars,” Zevran continued with a fond smile.

“How romantic,” Carrel deadpanned.

“And then, she asked me to stay the night.”

“She did whaaaaat?” Tehriel turned to Astala. “You did that?”

“I didn’t!” Astala protested.

“No?” Zevran asked, feigning surprise himself. “But you asked me to join you!”

“To join our group!” Astala said and gave Zevran a shove. “Not me!”

“Are you quite certain?” Zevran asked.

“Maybe you don’t remember it right,” Carrel offered with his brand of calm but relentless teasing. “How drunk were you, Tabris?”

“Oh, let me assure you,” Zevran said, “she was quite drunk.”

“I was not!” Astala protested. “I could walk and all!”

“Barely.”

“You know, it’s not like you, Tabris, to just go on inviting random strangers into your little group of friends,” Tehriel said.

“If she was at the point to do that, I can imagine her asking him to stay the night,” Carrel mused.

“Don’t listen to him!” Astala said. “I was doing fine!”

Tehriel turned to Zevran. “How much had she been drinking?”

Zevran shrugged with a mischievous smile. “I counted six tankards.”

Carrel and Tehriel broke out into roaring laughter as Astala shrieked in indignation and tried to cover Zevran’s mouth with her hand to keep him from talking on. It was in vain; Zevran licked her hand. Astala pulled a face and wiped it off on his shirt, which he used as a momentary distraction to sneakily pull her closer again. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Astala, seeing how the hand on his mouth hadn’t worked, had grabbed him by the chin and pulled him in. The pressing of her lips to his effectively shut him up. What surprise this move provoked quickly vanished from Zevran’s face as he closed his eyes. His hand cupped her cheek, hers found his neck, and Carrel and Tehriel were presented with the enticing opportunity to whistle and holler at the tactical move and its devastating effects.

C) Small, domestic kisses while getting stuff done e.g. making breakfast.

"We should tidy up," Astala sighed.

From her lap came a muffled "no" as Zevran buried his head further in the crook between her thigh and stomach. He haphazardly slung one arm around her waist. It tickled. Astala let out a breath of a laugh and leaned back against the pillows on the bench.

It promised to be a quiet night here in Antiva, sitting on their porch with the host of children finally asleep in their beds. The stars were bright on the cloudless sky. The breeze from the ocean ruffled the leaves of the trees in the garden and chased away the heat of the day. It danced through Zevran's hair and blew up her own curly strands. Astala started combing her husband's hair back down.

"What a day," Zevran muttered and shifted. Half-hooded eyes were now looking up to her, soft with tiredness.

Astala nodded and added a bit of pressure to the slow drag of her fingers. Zevran closed his eyes again and groaned in contentment.

"Sorry for the last-minute addition," she said. "Soris didn't say they'd all come."

"It's alright." Zevran stifled a yawn. "How did it go?"

Astala looked up over the garden as she gathered her thoughts.

"Good, I think," she finally said. "My father's not over Soris just disappearing yet, but they talked. And his wife is very nice. Bit shy."

Zevran laughed quietly. "She was frightened of you, I think."

"Really? Huh." Astala raised her eyebrows. "I'm not that scary anymore."

"Oh, I think you get scarier with age, amore," Zevran said and laughed when he saw her expression. "Come now. You were the one who drove all the customers away from that old man, no? A few words and nobody dares approach the place."

"He was so rude!" Astala protested. "And his stock was the worst I've ever seen!"

"And so you drove him into ruin," Zevran laughed and tapped a finger against her lips when she started pouting. "Beware the power of those lips."

Astala pretended to bite his finger.

"Ohoho! See? You are a danger, amore."

"You're the danger here, love," Astala retorted and placed a kiss on his finger. "How did it go for you?"

In her lap, Zevran sighed and turned to face the stars.

"Alright," he muttered. "It went alright. Well, even. The flock is behaving."

"They better," Astala said. "So, setting an example worked?"

"I think it did," Zevran said. "But it is such a long way to and back. One whole day on the road, and everytime I go…"

He threw his hand in the air and let it fall listlessly back to his side.

"I would much rather be here," he said. "The backstabbing, the intimidating, the posturing, it is getting old. At least our children never try to pull the same trick twice."

"I mean…" Astala began, but Zevran cut her off.

"Trust me, they are much more creative than the Crows. They act like children; the Crows meanwhile are like a band of street cats fighting over a piece of fish."

Astala let out a snorted laugh at that image. It got a quiet chuckle out of Zevran. Then he sighed and readjusted his position in her lap.

"What if we left the washing up for tomorrow?"

"I can do it," Astala said. "You've been on the road for a long time."

Zevran shook his head. "You have been up all day."

"I'm alright," Astala said. "Believe it or not."

Zevran leaned his head against her stomach again and closed his eyes. Astala leaned back once more and watched the stars.

Dinner kept sitting in the kitchen, dishes and cups piled up and waiting to be washed.

"Alright," Astala said, trying to stand up and tapping Zevran on the head when he refused to move. "Gotta clean up together then."

A groan in protest was her only answer. Nothing to do then but to pick her reluctant husband up. Which went straight to her hip and she'd probably regret it tomorrow, but it was worth it; Zevran let out a yelp when she heaved him over her shoulder.

"I must say," she heard from behind her as she made her way to the kitchen with him hanging head first down her shoulder. "I cannot complain. This is a lovely view."

He gave her backside an appreciative pat.

"I'd love to indulge you for longer," Astala groaned and set him down. "I'm gonna wash the dishes. Can you get them? And also a chair?"

"Your desire," Zevran said and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

He made for the nearest chair. Astala held him back and kissed him herself, on his lips.

"Incentive," she said.

"For dishes to be brought?" Zevran asked.

Astala nodded.

"Hmmm. For a price such as this…"

Zevran leaned back in, but Astala quickly leaned to the side and gave him a peck on the cheek instead.

"Dishes first."

"Such dangerous lips and now such torments." Zevran threw his hand up to his forehead as he turned around. "I shall have wasted away before this ordeal is done."

"Poor soul," Astala giggled and sat down as she began to wash the dishes. "Maker have mercy on you."

"May he, indeed!" Zevran approached, arms full of dishes, and set them down next to the water basin. "But will you have mercy on me, amore?"

Astala cupped his cheek with the hand that was not wet yet and kissed him. Zevran, evil man that he was, let his tongue dart out between his teeth to taste her, which made her squeal, and this prompted him to kiss her again to muffle the sound. The kiss ended in laughter on both sides—quiet laughter so they wouldn't wake anyone up.

Kiss by kiss, the stacks of dishes vanished. Kiss by kiss, they were dried and placed back in their respective cabinets. Once the last dish had been stored away and Astala had dried her hand, Zevran pulled her up and into one last kiss. Soft, warm, a light caress after a long day… suddenly, Astala was sad there were no more dishes to wash.

"This wasn't so bad," she said, letting her surprise bleed into her voice.

Zevran hummed and set out to say something. Instead, he yawned.

"Bed?"

"Bed and sleep," Astala nodded.

---

"And maybe a reward for a job well done?" Zevran asked cheekily.

Astala laughed, hooked her left arm with his and stole another kiss after he turned down the lights. The house fell silent.

Thank you so much for the prompts!!! These were very fun to write XD XD XD XD It's a damn shame that I haven't written many kissings or other affectionate moments between Zevran and Astala for now and I love being able to rectify that. Also, kudos for reaching the end! This was exactly the kind of brain fodder I needed right now

Have a lovely day and a lovely weekend!!! May no cold befall you, my friend. Cheers!

[Ask game]

[cornflowercanine]

guess what i got yesterdayyyyyyy :D

talkin a8t them;

sooo they arrived on the 28th, tracking said 'retention' and i was like hm idk what that means ill just w8 :)! and then while glancing at the faq for the site i got em from i saw If theyre in retention Please contact your local postal service. and i was like oh shit

so i went to the ups we8site and went to package tracking and !! i could schedule a redelivery online!! i didnt have to call anyone!!! Y333AAAAAAAHHH i scheduled the redilvery for friday, went w8 shit i work on friday, rescheduled for saturday (i get w33kends off n__n), IT CAME ON FRIDAY WHILE I WAS AT WORK ANYWAY?!?!?!?!!

and then when i got home i found out that.. for context my roomm8 has a camera that turns on and records when someones at the front door and sends him a notif a8t it, he s33s the postman ringing the door8ell over and over, no8odys home, he starts to walk away with the package, and roomm8 presses a 8utton that says 'talk' which hes never done 8efore, goes hey can you hear me. postman walks 8ack, goes yeah, ive got an international package here. roomm8 says smth idr what. postman goes well you can watch me sign it and thats good enough roomm8 goes yeah awesome

SO NOW I HAVE PACKIG OF FIRST EVER ANIME MERCHES I GOT MYSELF :D!!! i cant say their names due to this post can show up in search 8ut

the figma is sooooo cute ;__; i made her jumping for joy with her gun cause its Really fucking funny to me. and she sits at the side of my desk and is pointing her gun At Me when i sit at it and i k33p a8sentmindedly staring at her and smiling and going wowwww shes so pretty and i think this is what figures were made for.

the fumo. first off shes a good 8it 8igger than i thought (this is good). second off SHE'S SO FUCKING SOLID? I HAD HER SITTING ON MY LAP/WAS HUGGING HER ALL NIGHT YESTERDAY AND SHE WAS HURTING MY STERNUM FROM 8EING SQUISHED INTO ME. I TRIED TO SL33P HOLDING HER 8UT THIS GIRL HAS NO GIVE. SHE IS AN ARMREST. i had to set her to my side 8efore i fell asl33p. i understand why people 8eat the shit out of their fumos now, she could take it. she is so Structured. and i love her to 8its and pieces and hugging her makes me f33l 8etter :)

i got sooooooo lucky with these two. this fumo is the ONLY touhou char i strongly wanted Specifically a fumo of. and i found the site i use to get Anime Items RIGHT when she was not order closed, not even pre-order, 8ut ACTIVELY AVAILA8LE for FORTY 8UCKS!!!!

and the figma? she was 60 dollars, cuz she was pre-owned. n_n the entire package WITH shipping was only 112 (and yes i have the money to spare for this :3P dont worry) and the figma is in perfect condition :D it was marked as having minor scuffs etc 8ut the only thing ive noticed is that one of her hands is a little loose and idk if thats even the fault of the person who owned her 8efore.

i am so happy with these and i love them :D

[hinacu-arts]

A excuse to explain one of my over complicated aus?!?! Alright @la-bruja and everybody else buckle up for this info dump

*cracks knuckles*

So quick background on sonic: Its a franchise that began as videogames but they've since grown to comics, tv, movies, etc. Sonic the Hedgehog is the main character and he's a blue anthropomorphic hedgehog who's whole thing is he can run very fast. Since the franchise is so big its collected a lot of characters and various interpretations of said characters resulting in a multiverse kinda like superhero comics (marvel, dc) have

So one of these "universes" is a tv show called Sonic Underground. In this show Sonic is one of 3 triplets born to a Queen (and they have a band and magical music instrument-weapon necklaces. im not making that up thats lit every single episode) making this a canon royalty au. And what goes hand-in-hand with royalty aus? Arrange marriage au/marriage alliance au. Which is where this mess was born

See here for a more in-depth thought process but basically i started looking through all of sonic media for possible royal love interests, cut that down by 1 universe per character, then cut that down again by canon character age, before finally cutting out ones that just didnt work (ex. mermaid princesses). Which is where this list comes from

So i took my list and altered the stories to better fit in the Sonic Underground universe, and tada! Thats whats posted here. I'll explain each character under the read more

Shadow

Universe: several of them

Canon: he has a alien sperm donor who happens to be the ruler of a entire alien race (called Black Arms) that is quite murderous

AU: same deal but instead of being alligned with Earth he is a actual part of the Black Arms and holds a political/leadership position

Acorns

Universe: a couple of them. I think its primarily SatAM tv show and Archie Comics

Canon: are canon royalty! And Sally is canonically Sonic's love interest in her universe(s)

AU: same as canon except Elias isnt married yet

Blaze

Universe: she's from a alternate dimension. She's Sonic's counterpart but their worlds are different enough she isnt really considered a alternate version of Sonic himself

Canon: is canonically the Princess (and implied monarch) of a Empire

AU: slapped her story into the same dimension as Sonic and shrunk her empire down to a kingdom so it could fit* in the Sonic Underground verse

*the planet is called Mobius but so is the kingdom so i decided to make Sonic's kingdom a global empire

Charmy

Universe: tbh idr but it was probably Archie Comics

Canon: in this universe only he's referred to as the Prince of the Golden Hive Colony

AU: i needed more characters for this dating pool so he's there but not really there

Amy

Universe: so many of them. This story is pulled from Archie Comics

Canon: she's a princess of a unnamed place in not one BUT TWO different universes. In Archie Comics she also happens to be maternal(?) cousins with the sonic version of Robin Hood who is canon royalty

AU: took the Robin Hood story and clarified she was from the royal line. Canonically she's close friends with Sonic but here they havent had much contact

Elise

Universe: she shows up in the 2006 game and i think thats it

Canon: canonically the human Princess of a principality? duchy? And is in love with Sonic. Sonic is one of her closest friends

AU: clarified she was a ruling monarch (implied in canon) and i havent decided if she's ever met Sonic before

Khan

Universe: Archie Comics

Canon: was nominated? elected? King of the Free People after the old government was overthrown

AU: same but i havent decided if he's ever met the triplets

Spice Maidens

Universe: Archie Comics

Canon: mom is called the Pirate Queen

AU: i needed more ppl for the list and heres theres five for the price of one. Decided Mom wants legitimacy/power through alliance which is why her kids are trying to marry in

Remember this au? Yeah i just did too 😂

Close ups:

[qazastra]

possible timeline for be mine/because, onlyoneof

so at this point we’ve all noticed that the because mv is not in chronological order! and so i have taken it upon myself to try and make sense of the timeline!

someone probably did this before me and we will def get more clarification in the bts video when that comes out, but in the meantime this is me asking for peer review (feedback from lyonblr). since the characters aren’t named i’m just gonna use stage names.

[reasoning, screenshots, alternative theories, and caveats under the readmore!]

my general hypothesis:

junji is hanging out at a cafe and rie walks in. they start hanging out a lot after junji asks rie out. one day they make paper cranes how cute and symbolic, they hang out at the pool, it’s a whole thing! very fun and exciting 4 them i love that

junji comes to rie’s place to hang out and they run around in the backyard with a garden hose to cool off, then make food. they go take a nap afterwards, rie plays photographer, and then there may be a vague fade-to-black.

the next time we see them they’re on the couch again having a conversation and rie says something that unexpectedly upsets junji, who spills the box of cranes. he doesn’t look so much angry as hurt and rushes out immediately after rie tries to comfort him.

one evening, junji runs into rie at the phone booth and interrupts his call with a knock on the glass. rie looks surprised at first, bashful next, but they are both glad to see each other.

another night, rie meets junji at the same pool where they previously shared that underwater kiss. this time rie doesn’t join junji in the pool. they go together to the cafe, junji holds rie’s hands and kisses him there instead, the end! 

ALTERNATIVELY TO ALL OF THAT. perhaps junji’s solo simply progresses forward in time and rie’s moves backwards, ruminating on what led them to the breakup. but i don’t want love to lose this time!!! so, let’s start at the start. or is it?

junji and rie notice each other at the cafe. 

junji sees rie walking away after ordering coffee and runs after him to ask him out, rie says yeah, and junji is very excited about it! (side note i do NOT know korean so it is impossible for me to lip read what it actually is that they say to each other... we might find out in the bts video but if anyone knows now pls lmk! i think i saw someone suggest that junji asked ‘can i see you again’ but idr where)

ANOTHER THEORY! **if that’s true, if he says ‘will i see you again,’ then it’s possible the pool kiss when rie was wearing (and took off lol) that green patterned shirt was their first meeting! no real evidence for this, and not a whisper of it in the be mine mv, so for my hypothesis i’m deferring to the lowest common denominator, but i think it’s veeeeery possible. could explain that ‘again’ and why rie was at the cafe in the first place when he clearly does laundry at home haha, maybe junji mentioned it and he wanted to see him again too who knows. changes the first sentence of my hypothesis to “junji spots a cutie alone at the pool and introduces himself. they hit it off very well, well enough to kiss underwater.”**

ok now the complicated part that ive hinged my theories on. i counted seven different outfits for each of them across the two music videos; that’s how i organized the scenes to start puzzling out the timeline in the 1st place. so there’s a shot that shows up in both vids, them eating ramen on the balcony with a clothesline above. i was able to identify where 2 out of the 4 shirts were worn in the music videos. the white shirts im unsure of. both characters wear white tees at some point but the print doesn’t match either as far as i can tell and i didnt see the striped white button-down either (it isn’t the one that junji wore during the argument, the stripes are too wide)... hjaelp

i think maybe its just more of rie’s laundry and there’s no use thinking any harder.

regardless. while they are in the tank top outfits with their hair still damp from the backyard date, we can see these on the clothesline:

a) rie’s green button-down from the pool scene that ends in a kiss

b) rie’s yellow button-down from them hanging out on the couch doing origami,  listening to music, n dancing on the balcony

IF we take this to mean that these things have already happened (big if. maybe it’s just random set dressing there is no way to be sure), THEN (**let’s note that i think it’s possible the pool kiss was their first meeting, as i said above!**) before their backyard date/mini photoshoot, they have:

- met at the cafe when junji ran after rie (because it is necessary for them to start actually dating),

- kissed in the pool (shirt is on clothesline), and

- made the paper cranes (shirt also on clothesline).

unsure of what order those things happened in except i think the paper cranes must have come last because of their sheer numbers. there’s so many of them they must have been hanging out for a while to make all those lil guys.

that leaves three more outfits/scenes to be slotted in somewhere, and those are:

- rie’s fuzzy shirt that he wears during the argument and after junji leaves

- junji’s red button-down that he wears when he interrupts rie’s phone call in the booth at sundown, and

- rie’s checked blue sweater that he wears when he meets junji at the pool (separate time from the underwater kiss) and during the cafe kiss. this one’s important because it tells me that these two things happened on the same day, and i’ve thus inferred that the pool could be a special place precisely because it was where they first kissed/first met.

as i see it, junji happened to run into rie (or maybe he was looking for him there) at the phone booth, maybe as he was leaving a message for junji, trying to explain and apologize, and took the opportunity to reconnect. they agreed to meet later and properly sort things out.

rie meets junji at the pool (where they maybe first met), but this time, they don’t kiss underwater in an empty pool where nobody can see them. they go together to the cafe, both a little nervous, and junji kisses rie. 

if, as i’ve seen people speculate (and as i think makes perfect sense! see etienne’s musings here and here, evidence here, and another similar interpretation here), the cafe kiss is a sort of make-up kiss where they re-commit to their relationship, it would make sense for it to be after the fight and the last chronological scene of their story, slightly wary but hopeful and very in love as their relationship evolves!

all that is to say that none of this could be correct in terms of ‘canon’ but it’s what i came up with from what they gave us! thanks for reading :-) what are your thoughts??

[finnstansonly]

Top 5 Finn scenes!

maz handing him the skywalker saber its just a little two iconique I've mentioned multiple times what that scene means to me and the different ways I've interpreted it but it was giving lady of the lake gives arthur excalibur TO ME

I really enjoy his interactions w/ han and how they seem to develop an understanding of each other quite quickly even tho they're bickering and while we're being real he had much more cause to be yelling when han died than miss girl bc he actually spent time w him and chewy and had this whole plan going together even if he hadn't planned on hopping on the falcon w them

you think I'm gonna say come get it but you're wrong i have found a shift in myself its ACTUALLY the moment kylo calls him a traitor and you can see in finn's face that he is like so completely tired of being associated with the FO and evil and he just calmly takes the saber out of reys limp snow-covered hands and turns around slowly to face him and ignites it?? ?LIKE does this look like a bitch who was EVER on your side??? WHEEW BABY. "come get it" is the punctuation at the end of the sentence but it literally doesn't hold a candle to the moment you see him make that face before speaking i'm not even joking

it's not actually a scene at all but its all the small moments in tros where finn was processing everything idk it's definitely mostly attributed to johns acting but outside of him having his best outfit and best hair and best lighting in the whole trilogy, finn was just so in his element in this movie to me like just absolutely sure of himself and all the information he had to process like he talks abt it in the scene w jannah which i'm not gonna list bc i wanna be different but that after he realized the force was working through him stuff just started making sense and he's just clearly less scared of whats going on around him than he was in tfa and that's very cool to me

alternatively that scene where poes being a lil dumb stupid bitch bc finns like leia would know what i mean and he gets all boohoo abt it. 1) because i'm like tired of fanon perception of finnpoe like it makes me sick to my stomach and 2) bc it implies that him and leia have talked abt force stuff and even tho we never see it on screen, a relationship between finn and liea actually mattering to him means something to me man and i'm love them continuing to hint at that

i was gonna say something abt finn and lando but its been so long since I've seen tros idr if that's even real or if i made it up so! redacted!

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Eskel wasn't surprised she didn't heed his suggestion on holding back on the magic... she lit up the darkness of the forest and the night instead, in a torrent of inferno. He watched its distant, silhouetted form silently from where he was take and absorb Yennefer's powerful blasts of magic from afar... magic that would have destroyed most monsters, injuring it comparatively slightly at the worst, already starting to heal the burns and melted flesh it had collected as her impressive firestorm subsided again. It was Maribor all over again... a giant monster resistant to magic... still moving towards them through the onslaught of blasts... and he watched as it emerged from the thick mist and smoke at last, skittering on hundreds of sizable legs towards their woods clearing, the shadows of the Necrophages behind it as it advanced past them. It was as it had been described to him in the great hall long ago... a centipede-like Demon... down to the dark, hooded, otherworldly shroud made of swirling dark magic that was draped along its massive frame... its front risen up at the moment to at the very least nine feet tall... and many more feet in length trailing behind it, the rest of its vast body. It skittered around his traps with ease, avoiding them and staying outside the range of the Yrden Traps that could zap it... sensing them somehow... growing more visible the closer it drew to the glow of the Yrden Signs, giving him and the Sorceress their first perfect view of it. He recoiled at the sight of it, instinctively stepping backwards. It looked like a hulking Viy, Wraith and Idr all melted and fused into one... to say nothing of the dark haired girl in tattered village rags that it possessed, enveloped in at least a dozen of its insectoid arms, as if caught in a tender embrace.

"Great Melitele..."

He was tempted to draw a Dimeritium Bomb and send it flying at the thing... it would surely disrupt the thing's dark magic likely protecting it... but it would have to be a last resort. With Yennefer nearby, needing her magic to form a portal, she was his best way out of this forest and back home. In the meanwhile, he would have to whittle it down and weaken it in whatever other way he could. Standing tall, raising his glowing, rune encrusted Meteorite Steel sword in one hand, and his casting hand, he prepared to meet the thing of his nightmares head on, pitch black eyes settling on the deathly pale, possessed girl pressed against its underside, her... its... dead eyes staring back at him, with pain and awareness. It must have been her who happened upon it... set the thing free to walk these woods, accidentally. A young girl... however many years ago. He didn't know if she was beyond their saving or not... what curse bound her, if there was one... but just now their own survival took precedent... much as he pitied the girl, or what had been a girl. Hundreds of years passed... and still a girl in body, kept in a state that could barely be called alive... but surely not in mind, if she had one remaining... if it hadn't been consumed. He could imagine nothing worse than her fate... or any other absorbed by the Ruehin... being aware of their plight. He hoped to Melitele she had died the moment it had claimed her... but feared otherwise. He looked upwards from her and to the dark depths of the hooded shroud it wore. His low, unnaturally calm voice muttering under his breath wearily.

"Weren't kidding with all those stories, were you Barmin? This one's for you, brothers... wish me luck. Rather be George of Kagen staring down the Green Dragon's fiery maw, about now..."

The thing screamed once more into the foggy, rainy, darkness consumed woods... the screams of everything it had fed on, absorbed, on each world it had wandered. Wherever his brothers were, if they were watching, they would surely laugh bitterly at the ludicrous, horrific situation destiny had put him in, as it was like to do. He supposed it was fitting. The last of the Witchers inhabiting the ruins of Kaer Morhen, the final Keeper and Grandmaster of a dead school... being the one to meet the legendary demon as well. If he made it out of the woods alive, he would have some updating of the Witcher annals to do... the entry about this thing. The Witcher rushed forward, meeting the bellowing Ruehin with an opening, powerful Aard blast, which only knocked it back a foot or two, while he lashed out his magically enhanced Meteorite Steel blade at the closest of its many limbs that tried to claw at him, dancing outside the reach of its talons. With a slash his blade met and severed one of the appendages, thick, pus-like, black and green fluid that must have been its blood spurting from the stump and coating his blade, the limb dropping to the floor of the forest. The blood was acidic like his own, hissing against the ground, smoking... but his enhanced sword held durable and strong... as his silver sword would have undoubtedly melted and broken. Instead of laying where it was, the severed appendage writhed, rose, and skittered after him... visibly shaking and mutating into a smaller being, small tendrils bursting from it, writhing, and becoming diminutive legs... along with a screeching head with eye stalks and a jagged maw unfolding.

Of course... one of the dilemmas of fighting the thing, Barmin had said. The Hydra was a legendary myth, but this wasn't... while its limbs could be removed without instantly reforming and more growing, they would become another being that had to be burned away before it grew further... and given enough time, even the severed limbs could regenerate. A Demon of which each part of it, separated, became an individual. Whatever Hell, Dimension or Otherworld had spawned such an abomination was beyond his comprehension... though he knew Alzur, Cosimo and Idarran would have given their limbs to possess such a being in their laboratories for experimentation. Raising his hand, teeth gritting, he sprayed down the mutated limb with a powerful Igni Sign, turning its screams more high pitched, burning it down writhing on the ground, charring and blackening. Then he cast another Igni at the Ruehin itself... but it moved faster than something its size should have, nimbly dodging out of the way of the blast, as it did the Yrden Traps he had set, and trying to swipe more of its claws at him. He met the talon strikes with his blade, deflecting rapidly, sparks flying, and magic sword setting fire to more of its limbs, while keeping other slash wounds open and bleeding. Something told him he was barely scratching it... but he didn't let up, dancing, casting Signs and slashing... while out in the mist the Ruehin's Necrophages screeched and hissed as well... not yet advancing, giving their Master its space to engage the Witcher. There had to be a weakness to exploit... everything had one. He looked again to the girl trapped in its monstrous embrace... contemplating if he could free... take her to safety at Kaer Morhen... or kill her... putting the former to the test first, taking aim with his swings at the arms that enveloped her, severing another in the process. As he worked, considering his idea, hosing down the mutating, insectoid arm with magical fire like the previous one, he shouted it out to the raven haired Sorceress as he fought on.

"The girl! Help me separate her from it! Maybe it will weaken this thing! If it doesn't work we try putting her out of her misery! She must have been the one that accidentally freed it from the dungeon the Order trapped it in!"

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At her insistent words and grasp, directing his pitch black eyes in the same direction she looked, Eskel nodded silently to the raven haired Sorceress in the midst of his bloody work, covering their retreat back to the woods with further Yrden traps, Aard blasts and waves of Igni fire, scattering and slowing those Necrophages remaining on the shores of the lake. Her magic lit their way back into the forest, amid the cries and screeches of the Necrophages they left behind them, buying them a good amount of time. Then... he heard it too after killing the last of the Necrophages around them in the woods, off in the distance in the rapidly rising mist and fog of the forest... felt the air chill further... her tight grasp on his arm, looking back between Yennefer's violet, trepid gaze, bloodied visage, and among the trees, focusing his enhanced senses. A bellowing roar and howl not of their world, a chorus, the death screams of a thousand worlds it had fed upon... laced with an eternally tormented girl's shrill screams, joined as one. Even the screeching and baying of the Necrophages suddenly fell deathly silent, as their master called out to them.

Then it hit him, what he had missed... not remembering if she had even told him where she had portalled them to... but knowing he hadn't asked. The sounds it made, out in the mist... the dark, unnatural magic encompassing the woods... the skittering of its many legs upon the forest floor far away... the rattling of his medallion so hard the chain threatened to break... it all made sense now. What was really lurking in these woods. Woods nobody to his knowledge had ever emerged from alive to tell the tale. Of course she didn't know why the two of them shouldn't be out here. For all her arcane and political knowledge and expertise, this was a Witcher matter, a part of his history and lessons, not hers. He remembered Grandmaster Barmin's tales of it each winter when all gathered in the great hall, as a student, and later as a young Witcher, before the pogrom. A story that had chilled even the older Witchers as much as the students. A warning, as much as a story. One, it seemed, he had accidentally not heeded. At last his deep voice emerged from his mouth, taking control of the situation and laying the short version out for her swiftly, meeting her eyes again.

“These are the forests of Malleore, aren't they? Hengfors League. Something slumbers and walks out here. If it's what I think it is... this horde of mutated Necrophages it leads are the least of our troubles. We need to start forming magical traps around these woods. Binding and harmful ones alike. Lure and bind that thing out in the mist, force it to retreat or kill it... if we can. Gonna need plenty of fire for this as well. Otherwise, we magically shackle it to a rock or tree for as long as possible, buy time, fetch the horses, and you portal us straight back to Kaer Morhen. No guarantees... if that's really the Ruehin out there calling... even the Order of Witchers at its height could not slay or bind the ancient Demon forever. Might want to pace yourself first, from the look of it. Rest and recover. Your magic spells are stronger, but far more draining. I'll get us started with what I can do."

The Witcher reached out on that note, gently wiping off the blood running from her nose from overuse of magic with his glove, gripped the Sorceress' hand encouragingly, then drew back from her with a nod and began to pace around the clearing of the woods they resided in, through the mist. Raising his hand, he began to cast Yrden trap Signs, on the ground and about the trees and bushes alike. The glowing violet magic sprang forth, Signs hovering over the ground and embedded in it... he concentrated on making them as powerful as he could, and combining some of them with burning Igni Signs... turning the ones he imbued with them into fire traps. The others he imbued with Gelu and Fulgur Signs, frost and lightning magic respectively fortifying and weaponizing the Yrden Signs further, modifying them into deadly traps. They would be quite effective on the horde, if their Master sent another wave after them... to weaken their defenses... but it was more for the Master itself he was planning his traps and defenses for. There was no time to make more mundane traps... their magic, his martial prowess and tricks would have to be enough.

He had a few leftover bombs and a decent amount of crossbow bolts... but would have to use them carefully, nothing could go wasted against it. The Black Blood potion would only be of use against the Necrophages... for the Ruehin, he broke out a Tawny Owl Potion and Thunderbolt Potion, downing both in rapid succession and further enhancing himself, able to take the toxins, though grimacing bitterly at the combined tastes. Flicking both vials aside, he sheathed his bloodied, damaged silver sword away, replacing it with his imbued Meteorite Steel one. The Dazhbog, Morana and Devana Runes in it flashed red and green... magical fire and poison unified in one blade, along with a magic that made it difficult for most wounds to close... and he rose his casting hand at the ready, standing amid the clearing and look for more spots to set his traps, giving her the time she needed to recover. Casting a Quen shield over himself for good measure. In the distance, the Ruehin of legend bellowed and shrieked again... but closer than it had been before. He sensed the giant, shrouded Demon's movements, skittering around the forest... around their position, hidden in the mist still... but not hidden from him.

@okruchlodu

[langorion]

my most beloved beer,

as i have said time and again, i adore you. and i will continue to do so till my last breath. seeing that you have acquired 200 of the human like to follow this humble blog of yours is quite impressive. i feel proud to say that you are quite like a little sister to me. together we will convert thousands into maniacs over conan gray (pun intended). i hope you carry on this auspicious journey and gather more potential victims followers.

for your glorious celebration, i will politely demand :

🏳️‍🌈 solar power i'll cast you as a song/lyric that i think has you vibes.

🏳️‍🌈 the lizard disgusting reptile cym as lover songs

🏳️‍🌈 the golden leaf of autumn i'll explain one of my favourite history/pol science topics to you like i explain them to my sister. - i would be delighted to hear of a topic that interests you :)

good afternoon rev,

i thank you for that beautifully written message. it is my pleasure to tell you that i adore you just as much.

you ask and i oblige *tips hat, bows*

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song lyrics:

i just needed company now yeah, i just needed someone around yeah, i don't care what song that we play or mess that we make just company now comfort crowd -- conan gray, comfort crowd (kid krow also, the king by conan gray. not a specific lyrics. just that whole song has "you" vibes

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cym my beloved rev i love you so much for this

you as cruel summer, i forgot that you existed (they also happen to be the first two tracks on the song. idr which was first but yes. and idk why i told you this but again, yEs)

sunaina @brekkcrs as lover, the archer

shay @vencka as the man, miss americana and the heartbreak prince

zoya @walkerrenee as its nice to have a friend

tara @kitayys as daylight, death by a thousand cuts

purbita @moonlit-skeletons as false god, afterglow

ritz @ritzapocalypse as ME!, you need to calm down

ri @nezhcs as london boy, paper rings

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ok i shalt tell you about the election consituencies. very fun.

i'm guessing you already know this because common knowledge but imma tell you anyway. holding elections at a very large level at once would get very cumbersome. so the election commission of india divides states into constituencies where the polling booths are held. all of these constituencies are more or less equal in population because they want fair elections.

and to have clear majority in a particular state, the candidate has to win more than half of the constituencies in the state.

for eg, there's a state called XYZ. there are a total of 54 people eligible for voting in the state. and the state is divided into 9 constituencies, with six voters in each consituency. it looks kinda like this:

(the circles represent humans by the way. im bad at drawing bear with me)

and let's suppose that these four parties are contesting in the elections:

the next diagram is kinda confusing because i didnt have a better way to explain this but basically, if a circle is red coloured. it means that the person voted the red part, if its blue then they voted the blue party and so on. and the colour that has the most circles in one constituency signifies that that particular party has won that constituency.

in this uglyass diagram. you can see that:

constitution 1 was won by silver party

constitution 2 was won by silver party

constitution 3 was won by golden party

constitution 4 was won by red party

constitution 5 was won by silver party

constitution 6 was won by silver party

constitution 7 was won by silver party

constitution 8 was won by silver party

constitution 9 was won by red party

which means that

and like i said before they need to win more than half of the total constituencies to get clear majority. this means that in a state with nine constituencies, the half is 4.5 (approx. 5) so they need atleast 6 constituencies to have a clear majority.

and the silver party is the one that has won six constituencies so it gets the clear majority in the state.

I AM SORRY IF THAT WAS HORRIBLE OK BYE