#i have only a vague idea of what it's actually about but i love it already. just LOOK at that teaser poster.

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

I love the way the Horror™ works in the Magnus Universe, because the way we understand it is wildly ill-equipped to actually describe what's happening beyond the immediate context. It's all vague descriptions of patterns and motifs. The only detailed taxonomy or pantheon we get is Robert Smirke's, and while I like it for what it is, I am fascinated by how other people in other cultures and time periods would organize these ideas.

For example, I think you could combine The Buried and The Vast into one idea- the fear of space. It's just two extremes of the same scale, it's about feeling helplessly small against a force that doesn't even care to notice you. It's not vindictive, it's apathetic. There is no bargaining with the ocean, no fighting with the sky, no compromising with the crumbling cave.

Can you really say that the Flesh and the Slaughter are particularly different? Sure, the Flesh is about the horror of being meat, but what makes someone more aware of that than the ruthless cutting of a life? Isn't there inherent body horror in rot? At what point does a parasite cross from Corruption to Web?

And then we have the avatars. Would you call Ink5oul a being of The Eye or of The Flesh? Simon Fairchild is obviously of The Vast, but can you say with confidence that The Lonely doesn't benefit from his shenanigans? Jared Hopworth is 100% Flesh, but when your body is twisted around in impossible ways until you are unrecognisable... That sounds like being made into a Stranger to me. The Eye wouldn't be nearly as distressing without the paranoia of paranoia you get from The Spiral, and how can you doubt a reality you can't perceive?

I hope that Protocol takes advantage of this nebulousness going forward to explore other frameworks besides Smirke's, it's so damn fun to think about.

[solavellan--hell]

Something about Veilguard Solavellan that has been occupying my brain recently is the Inquisitor telling Rook that Solas may have purposefully left breadcrumbs for her to follow and stop him.

In case you have not seen it (it requires picking the emotional dialogue option), here is the full dialogue:

(Obviously spoilers for that interaction)

Inquisitor: He let me fall in love with him and then told me we couldn’t. Then, he told me not to follow while leaving me just enough clues to find him.

Rook: Hold on. You think he wanted you to stop him?

Inquisitor: His name is Solas. It means “Pride”. Perhaps he couldn’t change his mind himself, and hoped that someone else could help him. Or maybe I’m the prideful one, imagining his broken heart so that I never have to face my folly.

I actually really like this as a concept. But I feel like it was not actually implemented and it is a missed opportunity.

Yes, the main evidence for this would be Solas appearing as a wolf in Lavellan’s dreams. But that is not really a clue. I think it would have been so much more impactful to see mentions of Solas leaving actual clues for Lavellan to follow during the years she was after him, referencing their relationship or knowledge of each other, so that only she would pick them up. Telling her, once again, that his feelings would never change. Asking her, “if you really think there is another way, if you think I am worth your redemption, please come find me.”

Solas might seem so single-minded in trying to tear down the veil in Veilguard, that his internal conflict can be extremely easy to miss until the ending. That is because he fully operates within the persona of the Dread Wolf. He knows he cannot afford to show weakness this time around. But we know that his duty fueled by regret and responsibility conflicts his own wants by the end of Inquisition.

We know this from the non-romanced high approval redemption ending in Trespasser. In response to “You do not need to destroy this world. I will prove it to you” he says, “I would treasure the chance to be wrong again, my friend”. And he genuinely means it.

So, do I think it is possible he wanted Lavellan to find him and at least try to change his mind? Perhaps. Maybe his letter to her was a replacement of what he planned to say to her before the first ritual attempt. Maybe he wrote it just before the ritual, because he realized she would not be coming for him.

It’s a fun idea to explore, but they could have expanded on it better if they wanted it to be solid. Maybe they left it purposefully vague for players to decide whether they wanted it to be a thing or not, but still. A few more debatable points of potential evidence would have been nice, so that if you wanted it to be a thing you would have something to base it on.

[ckret2]

Hey, Puff!

Firstly, I admire all of your work—you have no idea how excited each chapter of your Bill fic makes me, even though I have been following along for only a few months now.

I was just curious whether you wield any other languages apart from English—and whether you ever tried writing fiction in any of them, if simply just for your own practice. If that’s the case, I’d love to hear your thoughts about the differences/similarities. Not that your style in English isn’t on its own something to admire. All of your writing is just so lucid and elegant that it leaves me in awe!

May the muse always be with you :Dd

I've taken four years of Latin, three years of Japanese, *vague wiggly hand gesture* of Duolingo Spanish, and attempting to write a whole story in any of them would be an exercise in pointless masochism. I'll occasionally use them to write the odd sentence here or there as appropriate—but like, writing one sentence takes me two hours as I consult multiple sites to try to make sure I'm actually saying what I want and that it sounds reasonably natural, because I'm not fluent in any of them.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere!John and abgail sharing a darling maybe?

Hm... I was originally going to make this general, but platonic fit better for all the thoughts I had.... I struggled a bit on this due to how vague it was but I hope my rambling was okay.

Yandere! Platonic! John + Abigail Marston Sharing a Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Minor violence, Dubious companionship/relationship.

John and Abigail are such a cute couple near the end of RDR2.

They manage to put together a ranch to live on with their son Jack.

Yes, things between them used to be very rocky as John wasn't ready to be a father.

Nowadays things have smoothed over (before RDR1), and the two have a good life together.

What comes to mind with this idea is a few things;

You're originally part of Dutch's gang and decide to come with John to work the ranch.

You're not originally part of the gang and end up being a rancher they hire.

You're a kid around Jack's age they took in.

I'm sure there's other options since it's so vague, but those are the main ones that come to mind.

For the most part I can only think of platonic situations for these two.

The two are already pretty in love and I feel their shared obsession would be someone who brings the two together.

Despite their past, they're nice to you while you work the ranch.

You keep Jack entertained and actually help with the animals.

I doubt the two were expecting to let you so close to them.

They originally just saw you as a worker on the ranch.

They pay you and feed you so long as you work.

But the two soon start to realize your company is... pleasant.

They're not entirely used to the more domestic lifestyle.

Despite that, it's nice to have someone else to talk to other than Uncle.

The two no doubt slowly see you as family.

They provided you a home when you had nowhere else to go...

Eventually they were going to see you as family, right?

You're a big help when John has to leave for a while.

Abigail and you have pleasant chats in the morning and you manage to help Jack pick out some new books to read.

John himself often enjoys helping you with the horses and occasional errands.

So, imagine John and Abigail getting used to having you around the ranch.

After all, you've been nothing but pleasant company.

Even more so if you came from the same gang.

The two learn they don't just like you for the extra help.

Sure, it's nice to have...

But you always manage to make the two smile in the morning or late at night.

It probably would melt their hearts if you called them your family.

That's no doubt been their goal since you moved in months ago.

At first they were nervous to be close to you as their past could put you in danger.

This was more prominently John's fear... yet Abigail has reassured him since then.

There's no harm in creating and protecting a family, right?

I don't think both of them are all that violent.

Abigail has fire but I doubt she'd be the one to harm others over you.

That job is most likely John's since he's used to doing such work for Dutch.

So there's no need to worry about anyone bothering you, is there?

For example, being harassed on the street?

John steps in, asking you to go back to Abigail and Jack while he handles it.

The two seem to be more subtle with manipulation.

John's mellowed out nowadays so he won't be very forceful.

Abigail wouldn't like that much anyways.

The two would want their obsession to stay at the ranch by their own choice.

In order to keep you feeling welcome I can see them frequently referring to you as 'family'.

Abigail often comments on how well you and Jack get along, asking you to spend more time with her and Jack on the ranch.

John is in on it too, suggesting he takes you and Jack fishing or out to town.

The ranch itself is rather isolated since they need space for livestock.

Although it also gives them the advantage of having you grow close to them.

They don't view keeping you at the ranch as very wrong, even if they manipulate you.

You've said you wanted to stay with them...

Which must mean you're attached to their little family.

Don't expect them to threaten you but they'd convince you to stay at the ranch.

Things actually seem pretty normal until you act as though you want to leave.

John often chases off any partners you have and Abigail keeps you busy so you're oblivious to their selfish desires.

If you wanted to leave the ranch, they'd try to ask you not to and convince you.

Yet if you do anyways, at first it seems they'll let you go.

... until John tracks you down to drag you back.

You see... Jack's been asking about you a lot and Abigail claims she misses your company....

John feels he should be preserving his family, y'know?

You may think you don't belong, You might have thought you found a better deal somewhere else...

John doesn't.

Neither does Abigail.

One way or another, you'll realize you belong with them.

Be that with some coercion... or John forcing you onto his horse to ride you back to the ranch.

The two don't want to force you into anything.

They want you happy... yet they think you'll only be happy with them.

You'll learn you belong here eventually.

They're your family now, so why would you leave?

If things get extreme... maybe they'll have to lock the doors as punishment...

Hopefully they won't need to resort to such extreme measures, right?

You're happy here at the ranch, aren't you?

It's not like you'll want to leave anytime soon... Not if they make sure they're all you have.

[darkeraurora]

Admissions - Chapter 16

A spicy delicious treat as an apology for the cliffhanger of the last chapter and leaving it for so long. Word count 1644. No content warnings aside from Ghost's usual swearing.

MASTERLIST

The second the door closed behind them Sereza fell into bed and hid in the blankets. Standing near the door, Simon shifted uncomfortably on his feet a bit, scratching the back of his neck. She didn’t regret what they did last night, did she?

Shaking away his negative thoughts, the skull’s heavy footfalls approached his hiding little one. The pile of blankets groaned from mortification. Ghost smiled as he pulled his mask up. Her bashfulness was endearing. “It’s not as bad as all that, is it?”

“I’m not coming out ever again.”

“As much as I wouldn’t mind keeping you in this bed for the rest of time,” bone gloves slowly peeled away the blanket layers until he uncovered Sereza’s blushing face, “there’s packing to do Peanut.”

Earlier in the office, Sereza almost had Simon believing she was going to fly across Price’s desk and claw his eyes out. He was sure Price hadn’t expected the normally calm little one to explode like she had either. But she had surprised them both, at one point causing Simon to take hold of her as he might a hostile just to keep her from actually tearing his captain’s head from his shoulders. Even the older man had stood from his chair, wide-eyed and with one hand outstretched in front of him, urging her to calm down.

Ghost had stepped between them and pulled his raging beauty against his chest. One arm around her back and pressing her head close with his other hand, he’d whispered low so only she could hear, until he felt her chest stop heaving. He rubbed up and down her back, continuing to whisper in her ear. Calming her panic.

Simon had never felt valued in the way he did at that moment, witnessing the woman he loved turn from sweet and composed into a hurricane personified at even the hint of him being sent away.

With a masked kiss to the top of her head, he’d turned them around to face Price again.

“I really thought we were quiet. Well, quiet enough,” she mumbled, still concealing half of her face.

He cleared his throat before pulling his mask off. Sereza had no idea just how loud her moans had been last night. But it wasn’t all her; he’d admit he had also been… rather vocal. Secretly, Simon couldn’t help feeling somewhat pleased with himself. As much as he didn’t like others knowing what Sereza sounded like in bed, much less reporting it to Price and requesting that they be moved somewhere more… secluded…, a tiny part of him, the primal part, liked that now everyone in Westforge knew Sereza was undeniably his.

His as much as he was hers and would always be if he had anything to say about it.

Price could have worded the news a tad better though, bloody hell.

A few hours after extracting his little love from her hiding spot they had packed everything of Simon’s and hauled it up the two flights of stairs to their new room. All that was left was packing her things.

“You could let me carry more than just clothes and bedding mi amor,” Sereza complained.

“This is faster.”

She raised an eyebrow and chucked a pillow at the skull mask. “Are you saying I’m slow?”

“No, I’m saying I can carry more.”

“Are you calling me tiny??”

His chest rumbled with his low chuckle. Deftly catching the next pillow launched at his head, the Brit took a few steps closer. “Can't have the surgeon hurting her hands. You also said you… were sore. This morning.”

It was impossible to overlook how his eyes darkened at his last words. The implication as to why and where she was sore. “A little,” she stressed the word. “But I’m not an invalid mi amor.”

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Price had made up for enraging his girlfriend with the new room.

An unused room. Spacious, private, and a bathroom attached even. Soldiers developed the ability to sleep literally anywhere that was vaguely horizontal and Simon was no different, but this was downright luxurious by army standards.

Westforge did have quite swanky accommodations; with miserably cold arctic weather keeping people inside a lot of the time, Command had prioritized comfortable barracks. A morale thing, Simon assumed. Though something like this had to have been intended for the top brass.

His little one dropped an armload and spun in a circle with her arms wide. “Look at the space!” she smiled at her ghost.

“Mhm,” the Brit nodded, glancing around. “Fucking huge.”

“So much room for activities!” she quoted with a sly smile.

Simon caught the hidden meaning and a devilish grin spread over his face. He planned to make use of every bit of this space, if she was willing of course. He tugged the mask off and stepped closer, winding his arms around his beauty. Pressing a kiss to her forehead. Sereza angled her face toward his and pulled Simon’s head down for a proper kiss.

With one arm, Ghost lifted her up. Sereza instantly locked her legs around his torso. They deepened their kiss, her slender hands caressed his neck while his hard grip squeezed the back of her thighs. Her tiny moans sent searing heat through his veins and straight to his swelling cock.

Well, only one thing to do.

He lowered them to the bed, impatiently shoving the pile of bedding onto the floor. Hands grasped and yanked and pulled at clothing until he had her topless on his lap, resuming and deepening the kiss as he stole her breath from her. The swell in his pants nudged against her. Sereza whimpered.

Nails ghosted down his shoulders, to his chest, scraping across his nipples.

Simon growled.

Sereza did it again.

This time he grabbed her hands, guiding her arms behind her back and securing them within his fist. “Now what, Love?” he taunted evilly.

He had his beauty at his mercy. Immobilized, perched over his aching cock, chest bare and right before his face. His free hand cupped and squeezed one breast and then the other, taking time to appreciate her reactions. Up from her stomach, between those sensuous curves, to her throat and jawline he traced Sereza’s skin, over and over, feeling her body warm beneath his touch.

She bit her lower lip and began to shift her hips over his hardness.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he rasped.

“Tú también.”

Simon squeezed her breast again, a little harder, and thumbed the peaked nipple. “English, Kitten.”

“Ahh, y-you are too,” Sereza stuttered.

Her ghost shook his head, eyes focused on the flesh in his palm. “I’m not.”

“Y-you are though… You are t-to me.”

Dammit, you’re too precious woman. “What am I gonna do with you sweetheart?”

“Touch me Simon,” she panted. “Please…, if you want.”

Those darkening amber eyes, blushing cheeks, luscious lips… not to mention the absolutely perfect tits right in front of his face. God he was a lucky bastard. Simon hummed as his arm wrapped around her hips to secure her. “How could I deny my princess anything?” His lips closed over her breast and sucked in the nipple. Slowly, methodically.

Sereza bucked.

Growing ever hotter between her legs.

It was entirely unfair that he couldn’t slip inside her. Cruel and goddamn unjust. But her body was still sore from last night, and Ghost would slit his own throat before allowing sex to become a bad experience for her.

Holy fuck he wanted her though.

Keeping his grasp on her wrists, Simon’s large hand drifted lower to squeeze her cheeks. With gentle pressure, he guided her to begin moving. Grinding and shifting over his cock. With barely any resistance, Sereza obeyed.

Ghost’s mouth moved to her other mound. Lapping and nipping. Above him, his love mewled. He could feel her body beginning to tremble and she tugged futilely against the grip of his hand.

“Pl-please…” she mumbled. “Si…”

That begging again. Christ.

Teeth and lips latched onto her throat. “Let’s test these walls, ey?” he snarled against her skin with a small bite. His free hand slid between her legs. “Oh fuck, you’re so damn wet…”

Indeed, wetness practically poured from her. Ghost mentally cursed everything he could think of that he couldn’t make love to her just now.

Soon, he promised himself.

Soon he would have her again, feel what it was like to be inside her again. As often as she would allow, he would take her and shower her with every bit of love and pleasure he could manage. His beauty deserved nothing less.

Ghost gasped against her pulse point, his orgasm roaring to the surface. “Shit,” he hissed, trying to hold it back, increasing the speed and pressure of his hand. “Come, Love. Be a good girl.”

Again, Sereza obeyed. Her head tossed back as her body seized up, almost wailing as the orgasm ripped through her.

Simon held her contorting body and thrust against her center once. Twice. With a deep, feral groan, he came.

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“Avocado on toast?! That’s a bit wrong, innit?”

The masked skull aimed a warning glare at Garrick. Careful mate, already had to keep her from committing felonies once this morning. Hopefully he could have lunch first before he had to keep Sereza from murdering someone else.

“And that right there is how the rest of the world feels about beans on toast,” Sereza retorted.

“HEY!”

Ghost almost spewed his tea. He reached into the package in his pocket and passed her a gummy worm, smiling at her happy squeal. He’d have to remember to grab more next time he was out on a mission.

The Brit’s good mood evaporated. Next mission…

Simon hadn’t told her yet.

It was coming up sooner than he’d like, and based on the intel they’d received thus far it was going to be a rough one, even by 141 standards. Not as rough as leaving Sereza behind though. Fucking hell.

[eri-pl]

Lots of super interesting thoughts!!! I'll probably keep rotating them in my head for some time.BTW sorry for replying to you like in an old-school email, but it's the most convenient here.

There seems to be some in-world mythological confusion about what "the end of the world" even means, similarly how "the Void" can be either the interstellar void or the void outside of Existence

Oh, yes. The void is also confusing. And think this is not wholly unrelated. Limits of time; limits of space. [Reminds me of how @eloquentsisyphianturmoil said that the Door of Night is related to the Halls of Mandos, those two discussions have the same vibe for me — oh wait, they are related!

Because if end of Ea = Morgoth jumps in = it destroys the Halls somehow (I still don't quite like it but not for factual reasons)… OK, are the Halls of Mandos Arda-specific? This feels like a moot question, because only on Arda there are Men and Elves— or are we certain about it?

There's a whole bag of worms here.

We know that Elves are bound to Arda for as long as it lasts, but the Ainur are instead bound to Ëa.

Yes, but it's a scale issue. There is still the question of what do they do when Ea ends. But yes, you are right that this may be read as separate question from the Second Music.

Also, Athrabeth is late writings, adjacent to the round-Arda-from-the-start and generally, more scientific vibe, so I guess here we're talking a bit more like "the sun dies out" end of Arda... maybe.

Also also, I need to check what are the Valar bound to, I think it may have been "various Ainur for various planets, bound to them".

OK, my Silm says "World", so… I'm not sure. BoLT is even more vague. Also I only now realized that the part where I've drawn a smiley face on my Silm and on my BoLT are probably evolutions of the same point in text. :) <3 [yes I do underline and comment on some books. In pencil! Or eraseable ballpoint pen. I did it with non-eraseable pen when I was a kid, and staying in the thematic area of this post, iirc my copy of CSL's "the last battle" had a certain sentence or couple of them underlined back in the time when I thought they were cool and not "you should have taken some lessons from John and learn what to omit"… I'm not even sure what is my opinion now tbh. anyway back to the post.]

The First Music created the whole universe, but apparently the Second Music is not played after the end of that universe, only the end of Arda

This may be a version incompatibility issue, and I think it is, because myy intuition for what Tolkien wanted says "Second Music after/at the end of Ea".

Though just like with some other ideas, I could probably make it work, as long as we throw away the "Arda is our mythic prehistory" I think I could roll with this… But not n any particularly canon way… Hmm. Needs more thought. You people keep saying very interesting things recently! <3 (Even more interesting than usual)

Which makes me think that the Second Music is not a separate thing (as in, another work of art), but an extension of the First.

I've always assumed it's more like a reprise than an unrelated work.

neither is it limited to the Timeless Halls (which would exclude not only the Elves

I think this is based on an assumption that the Silmarillion does not confirm or deny.

I generally treat the term "Music" as quite abstract, the closes thing to what actually happened that the Incarnates could comprehend. I imagine the Second Music for people living in Time to be just that - living. The whole life makes the Music.

Oh, I love the last sentence!

Not necessarily the whole construct of Arda ends → Second Music → Ea ends much later. On the other hand, I have no idea on what version Tolkien settled or would settle, and I can see where this would be coming from, also, funnily—

OK, a short summary of a large interpretational idea, which can probably be detalized in many various ways— Arda as our mythical past, but as in "our actual world [is/is made of/whatever] the Second Music".

Or, you know, like in an album (I'm not thinking about Les Mis, you're thinking about Les Mis) where you have song1, song2,… many songs and then a reprise that is like a medley of all those and, like, closes all of them.

I didn't have enough sleep, so excuse me if that's too chaotic to read. Also I'm bad at thinking about Silm canon without making a lot of assumptions. I hope other people, who are better at it, will add their thoughts about what you wrote too.

Hmm sometime later I should look at all the replies I got on this (I love them) and write a summary of our thoughts. This would be nice to have.

Let's discuss:

What do you think: what happens to the Valar after Arda breaks (or whatever it does, anyway it ends somehow)?

(Or should I say "what will happen"? But for fictional end-of-the-world present tense feels more natural to me. I'm not sure why.)

Both in the terms of "what Tolkien intended at various points of his career" and of "what makes the most sense with the Legendarium". With whatever version.

Let's ignore Morgoth (and Sauron etc), assume they've been dealt with in some way that works (if you prefer this including "Sauron is good now", ok, why not) and that no other Ainur got depressed because of it.

Whatever happened, we're discussing just the good guys now. Because it is a mess anyway so let's try to narrow it down for now. It's still a very difficult question, I think.

So, the Second Music. Where is it sung and is it material? (well as much as music is material anyway, but I think you know what I mean)

On one hand, the Music of the Ainur was clearly not material (because matter did not exist), and its being a music feels somewhat like an approximation. And took place (it's not a place but whatever) in the Timeless Halls.

On the other hand, Men are said to sing in the Second Music (and maybe the Elves too, unclear), so… will it be material? Or does this mean "the spirits of Men"? Will it be more of a literal music than the first one, or not? Where will it be sung?

(If we simply copy and paste a solution from outside the Legendarium, it still leaves a lot of questions, depending on how much do we copy)

(Also, Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth is not an answer. It is a question (and no, I don't mean a "the answer is yes" question (though this too), but an open question. It's a discussion of two characters, not anyt sort of explanations, and it leaves more questions than it answers. but if you want to elaborate starting from this text, you're welcome.)

But yes, even with those disclaimers, "the Second Music immaterial; spirits; it reboots Arda into Arda Healed" seems like the most fitting solution. Especially if we ignore the whole "and then Feanor reboots the Trees" thing which… for me the important part of that is "Fefe gets over his issues", and that we can keep.

And generally, what do the Valar do afterwards?

On one hand, in Ainulindale chapter (or was it in Valaquenta? nvm) it seems like their being on Arda is temporary. On the other, with Arda Healed… It's still Arda, in a way.

So do the Valar still govern it (I need to remind myself that Manwë having a burnout is not canon), or… what? Do they live there, or in the Timeless Halls, or are they free to move between those (and somehow the Elves and Men don't get jealous about it).

And if the answer is "the Timeless Halls effectively get moved to Arda" – ok, this solves some questions, but why? why. All the other Ainur were not interested in material existence. Why would this be a thing? It seems quite out-of-the-blue and random.

I'd love to see your thoughts (plural "you", though I'm sure some will have more intense thoughts than others :) )

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[egophiliac]

I can't believe the next Sentai is about FAMILY

this is the fast and furious/speed racer crossover we never knew we needed. do you think their wheels spin? I hope their wheels spin.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[dykedvonte]

Mouthwashing is genuinely one of the first fandom spaces in a while where I’ve seen people outright refuse to curate their own personal spaces and try to shame people for not making what they personal like/believe

Like this is not saying ignore any issues that come up or whatever is serious but like on the general terms of just not interacting with things that are not your personal take or interpretation, a genuine refusal to just look at and create things that you like.

Constantly seeing people repost art without credit to shit talk it and excusing it because “well it’s bad cause insert deeply personal and not actually a valid justification”, calling out people for silly comics or differing interpretations. Its not just a holier than thou mindset it’s just a weird hatred for things not specifically catered to you or your view point at this point and like it’s seriously the case of just follow and like what you want to see and block, mute or whatever doesn’t fit it.

Take this out of context all you like, but I just so odd to me to try and force people to interpret and engage with a media that is supposed to be purposefully vague and open in certain areas. Or just be mad that people like to play with and explore the characters outside the story, in different settings or with twists in events.

Like why is it an issue that someone is having fun with the game in a different way than you?

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Melatonin

A FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 50 followers on this account. It's pretty short & not beta read, but I think it's alright for being written in one sitting. Happy reading!

Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of Ccino's alarm forced him awake, pulling him out of the pleasant dreams he had been having. Even now, Ccino could feel them slipping from his skull, leaving him wondering what exactly he had been dreaming about.

The continued beeping of his alarm pulled him from his thoughts & Ccino groaned, pushing his face into his pillow. Blindly reaching for it, Ccino attempted to turn it off without looking, knocking his hand against the other things on the nightstand before finally managing to push the button to silence it.

Blissful quiet filled the room as Ccino felt Nightmare shift next to him. Arms wrapped around him & pulled him close, holding Ccino close to Nightmare. Ccino smiled sleepily, turning on his side so he faced towards the other. He hummed quietly as he observed Nightmare looking back at him with a lidded socket, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Whispering so as to not ruin the atmosphere, Ccino questioned worriedly. Nightmare shook his head & moved slowly, readjusting them both until they were situated comfortably against each other.

Ccino smiled wider & closed his sockets, holding the other in his arms. Together in each other's arms, they both quietly drifted back to sleep.

Bonus scene!

A shrill beeping jolted them both back awake, causing Ccino to jump in Nightmare's arms. Grumbling to himself, he slowly sat up & reached over to the alarm, shutting it off.

Sitting up properly, Ccino stretched his arms above his head & groaned as he heard his joints pop, rubbing the bottom of his sockets with one hand. Picking up his phone & turning it on, his sockets widened in shock as he let out a loud, "Shoot!"

Scrambling & throwing the blanket off of himself, Ccino barely noticed as Nightmare sat up in alarm. "Is everything alright?" Ccino stammered out a reply, mild panic in his voice as he began changing out of his pajamas.

"Everything's fine! We just overslept a bit!" Relaxing slightly, Nightmare observed as Ccino got ready for the day, rushing around quickly so he wouldn't be later than he already was. If he concentrated, he could swear that he heard the meows of hungry cats impatiently calling for their breakfast.

Hastily walking over to Nightmare, having gotten dressed quickly, Ccino leaned over & placed a chaste kiss against his lovers cheek, smiling. "Love you, see you later!" With that he exited the room, leaving Nightmare sitting alone on the bed with only a warm imprint of where Ccino laid as company.

[divinekangaroo]

Finding the Smethwick Corporation Act 1927 being actual legislation which extends the controls and powers of the constituency of Smethwick over that of (parts of) Birmingham

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[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i am being so fucking autistic about a video game i've only played an hour and a half of and have absorbed like 99% of my information about through osmosis from my bestie(s. it's complicated) and fanfiction. catastrophic levels of autism. i can't stress this in words i don't think y'all understand. or care honestly sdflkjfdskdfsjsfdkj-

[homosexualcitron]

Sometimes i'm like omg i can't make fantasy world that is sooo inspired by reunionese culture, that's not the point of fantasy :(( then i remember that europeans just do that.. and nobody cares so why me

[anotheruntitledsong]

i did like the hidden palace but (SPOILER if anyone hasn't read it?) i'm genuinely so annoyed at how Arbeely is handled like... I wish i could be sad but i'm just fucking irritated. I was overly invested in him and that's def why but i just feel like they did him dirty

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.