#i guess that’s a win-win situation for cowards

[lanasblood]

I AM LIVING FOR THE OPTIONS 😭😭😂😂

I will try this strategy by writing a letter to the white house but promise I won’t do it anonymously:

no answer = they confirm I’m the next president

answer = I’m dumb but they gotta give me $5 billion

so quick question, what makes you think that writing SMUT about MINORS is ok?? I know that you are obviously over 18 and you're so horny for 13-15 year olds but then your excuse is them being "aged up". The only reason why you're aging them up is to fulfill your sexual needs for them. I know you will either ignore this because you know I'm right or you will reply and try to make me look like the stupid one but yeah pls get out of tumblr along with all those other neteyam and loak smut writers.

So quick question, if you feel so passionately about it that you come to my blog to ruin my day with your inane messages, why do you hide behind anon like little coward you know you are?

Also another quick question, how can “you’re not gonna answer me cause you know i’m right” and “answer and make me look stupid” exist in the same sentence babe?? So you yourself realise that if I answer you and give you the dose of reality check and facts you clearly lack, you will indeed look stupid. Glad you’re not completely lacking self awareness, that’s a good start.

Now get tf off my page and go follow the rest of the hypocrites who can pick and choose what they feel mighty and superior about as long as it aligns with their thirsty ass.

[redwinewhiteroses]

Messages from the Universe

what you need to know right now

I'm using Wisdom of the Oracle cards for this reading and no tarot cards. The msgs can be about anything from general life msgs, love and romance or career/work related. I'll be including the msgs that are in the guidebook, as well as other msgs based on what I pick up intuitively.

Image 1

Cards I got : Blessed

I think the Universe has great news for you. If you haven't already felt like some major blessing is coming, let me tell you it is. This could be a great opportunity for you or something that makes you realise how blessed and privileged you actually are. You are abundantly blessed by the universe. Look around and you might see something that will make you feel like you're the happiest person alive. You are rewarded for your good heart and intentions, this blessing isn't coming your way because you've put a lot of work in to it, but because of who you are as a human being. This is a gift from the Universe. You don't need to earn it. This is for you! It can be as simple as some loving comforting gesture from someone in a rough time or a warm hug from the Universe. Know that you are abundantly blessed and beautiful in the eyes of the Universe, worthy of nothing but the best.

If you've been worrying about something lately, there is a message that everything will fall into place naturally as if you received the help of the Divine.

If you were thinking of a partnership while choosing the image, there's a message that there is deep intimacy in this sacred relationship that is blessed by the divine. The connection with your person is meant to help you see beauty all around you and to grow abundantly as an individual and experience love and joy.

If you were thinking of receiving a career or life message, know that all obstacles are going to dissolve and your way is made. You have good fortune coming your way.

And I'm thinking you already have the blessings of the Universe surrounding you. You could receive a gift from a loved one or something that will fill your heart with gratitude.

You are blessed beyond measure.

Image 2

Cards I got : Regeneration, Come to the edge reversed

If you've been contemplating taking a leap of faith but fearing it, please don't! If you lost something or you failed at something, know that better opportunities are coming your way. You are given a chance to fix what you did wrong and to fix what went wrong. There's a message to focus on the future, not look back, do not cry over spilled milk and just believe in what's to come. It will be good for you than what you lost or didn't get. You are a better version of yourself than you were before and you have learnt many lessons from that failure.

You might have failed at something in the past and you are second guessing your capabilities, but don't fear about anything. You have what it takes to overcome and succeed. The past is in the past. Don't let a self-limiting belief that arose because of the past hold you from living and winning the now. Be courageous. Be bold. Fear is just an illusion and self doubt is just a coward voice in your head. You are asked to be confident.

If you are worried about the past repeating itself, NO, it won't. You have the power to conquer all your fears.

If you were thinking of a relationship, do not fear about what went wrong or what could possibly go wrong, whatever it is, you have the power in you to create a beautiful situation for yourself.

If you've been contemplating about life and career, and you are wondering if you'll get another chance, an opportunity you've been looking for all this time, it is there right there infront of you, don't let fear discourage you.

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

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Cards I got : Chop wood, Time to go

So you are asked to be more present. If your focus has been somewhere away from mundane life, call it back lol. Be in the here and now. Wonderful things are happening here and you are so lost in something else smh.

Focus on the little things that make you happy. What's your favourite song rn? What is a food that you want to try today? Go all out in living your life.

Right now you are called to detach yourself from the past and to root yourself in the present moment because there's a lot happening here, interesting stuff and not so interesting stuff, but this is your present and this is a gift.

I see you looking to the past, be it a relationship or some situation that's on your mind all the time. You are called to move forward and to learn the lesson of it and to experience your now.

For some of you, I'm thinking you are not doing what you should be doing on a daily basis, whatever it is and you should take responsibility and do it.

And for some of you, this is about an ending that you need to walk away from, and while doing that you are asked to be more mindful, maybe do meditation and just focus your attention on the things that really matter.

You are completing something and moving towards a new phase, a new chapter and I think right now it could even be the slow life, appreciating the mundane and embracing your daily life.

(This group's messages, I felt like were all over the place, so take what resonates. I have a feeling that many will choose this group😅)

Dividers by : @strangergraphics @aquazero

[bramstr0k3r]

I did a reading with the cards Agatha pulled during her attempt at a spread and here is my comprehensive look at it. OR: HERE’S HOW AGATHARIO WILL WIN

The Traveller: Five of Wands (Reversed)

Card Meaning: Five of Wands (Upright) typically conveys competition, being surrounded by enemies, having a clear plan/ fiercely fighting to achieve your goals.

Key notes that stand out to me: “Stand firm and appear strong, even when you don’t mean it.”

Potential Interpretation: This makes sense for what we know of Agatha up until this point, but it’s REVERSED. Agatha as The Traveller (which she is, on the road!) is currently at a point where the people around her are, even if begrudgingly, looking out for her. This is throwing her off, and a result, this is why she seems to be a bit less sure/in control of herself and her plans/emotions/responses than she was in WV.

Path Behind: The World

Card Meaning: You have gotten what you wanted, and you are satisfied. You are finally able to let your guard down and breathe. You have completed what you set out to do.

Key notes that stand out to me: “Now is the time to step back and admire your work.”

Potential Interpretation: The path behind her is her life/time with Nicholas and Rio. This was, presumably, the only (and horribly brief) period in her life where she WAS able to be content. She had not only power, but she finally had a family who loved her. She was content. However, it is the path behind because she lost it.

Path Ahead: The Page of Swords

Card Meaning: (for a situation, not person) Encouraging the setting aside of emotion and approaching something with logic. Heavy focus on communication, but tinged with the context of gossip/misinformation. If you are taking the card as a prompt for action, it would be fully informed and rational communication/ conflict resolution

Key notes that stand out to me: “try not to cross over into arrogance”

Potential Interpretation: Her path ahead is learning to openly and honestly communicate. Obviously a very large part of this show is the finding of community, but if we are looking at an Agathario specific context, I do think that this will mean that her and Rio need to finally truly discuss what happened without blame/overwhelming feelings. They need to finally truly process it together and come to some sort of peace. With the context of knowing that Rio will be calling her a coward, I do truly believe this.

Obstacles: Wheel of Fortune

Card Meaning: This is all about cyclical natures: life and death, karmic cycles

Key notes that stand out to me: “You can’t be certain where the wheel will stop, but it is generally considered a positive omen. That being said, it also has the ability to return your karma to you— something to keep in mind if you have wronged another”

Potential Interpretation: The truest obstacle to Agatha potentially reaching what she wants is going to be whatever (presumably Rio) the Page of Swords represents. My guess is that the only way things with Rio are going to end is either finally reaching a resolution and coming back together, or despair. Neither of them are quite sure where the wheel is going to land.

Potential Windfall: The Hanged Man

Card Meaning: Introspection, sacrifice, perspective, gaining perspective, and reaching acceptance

Key notes that stand out to me: “Technically, he can walk away whenever he wants to, but he understands it’s where he needs to be right now”

Potential Interpretation: I think the thing that truly is going to sway the final result this all is whether or not Agatha is able to finally allow herself to introspect and come to a level of acceptance. “Sacrifice” is really jumping out to me, and I don’t like that, but sacrifice is a very large part of this show: Sharon Davis’ death summoning Rio, Alice’s mother and then Alice herself, via her power (and subsequently, her life) being a sacrifice to Agatha. Lilia. If Agatha is truly going to complete her Karmic circle, it’s going to have to involve sacrifice. :(

What’s Missing: Two Of Wands

Card Meaning: Pausing for a moment to assemble a more complete and informed plan. Setting aside your restlessness and urge to keep running headfirst and working off of instinct. Finding a balance.

Key notes that stand out to me: “Follow your instincts in order to turn your dream into reality, but also approach things from a new angle and explore varying options”

Potential Interpretation: What is missing, what she needs in this moment, is to stop running from everything so fast she can’t think or do what’s best for her. Ties into the repeated themes of introspection, finding acceptance in a situation, etc. Following your instinct to make desires real vs coming from a new angle: She still loves Rio. She still wants her back. Those things are never going to happen if she can’t set aside her own feelings, blame, and the grief she’s running from. If it’s going to succeed, she needs to be able to truly stop and reflect and process everything.

The Destination: Ten Of Swords (Reversed)

Card Meaning: (Upright) Sadness and loss, the ultimate end. Mourning, letting go, closed doors.

Key notes that stand out to me: “This card, much like Death, is about succumbing to your defeat”

Potential Interpretation: Once more, this is Reversed, which means it is the opposite. Her final destination on this road (the road they keep stating is to Death!) is happiness, a new beginning, coming back together. Guys we are so back.

[lycankeyy]

Jesus Christ these doodles already feel so old . I was not lying I really am using this fixation to speedrun learning to draw humans LMAO. Anyway I made some of those silly "understand ship in 5 minutes" memes with my Favorite pairings in funkycule au not ALL of them just the ones that I brainrot hardest about. If I did one for all of them we'd be here all day I'd probably hit image limit it's called the funkycule for a reason

ANYWAY infodumping/details under the cut:

BF/GF/Pico:

I am a "BF and GF are Fucking Tall™️" truther because it's funny to me. With BF it's harder to tell because his posture is absolutely atrocious but GF is just So Fucking Tall

I'm going to be honest with the gender headcanon for BF. I guess I default to him being transmasc but I can see him as. Like. Anything. In fact I think he's just every gender. But I'm a coward so he's transmasc for the purposes of the chart. GF is a girl but identifying her as "cis" or "trans" doesn't mean much when demon genders don't really work like that. It's complicated. Pico is just a guy

Pico likes being the big spoon because he likes knowing that his partners are safe. However GF likes being the big spoon More. The result is Pico Sandwich. He will never admit it but Pico feels the safest he ever has in his entire life when he is being Pico Sandwiched

BF is very much a verbal affection type of guy. Yes he is nonverbal. His words of affection are various dubstep noises. His partners appreciate it so much

BF grew up kinda spoiled and never really learned how to cook. However after noticing that Pico is like extremely bad at feeding himself (canon six pack means nothing to me. That boy is skin and bones I won't be told otherwise /silly) he for the first time managed to convince himself to try it and he got Really into it he's actually good at it. He still loses his mind when GF makes him pb&j sammiches for dinner though it's his favorite thing in the world

Pico is Insanely overprotective mostly because he's extremely hypervigilant and sees potential danger in everything. BF is the exact opposite and even in situations where he's in immediate danger he'll be ironically more worried about Pico getting too worried about it. GF is also pretty ditzy about this due to her confidence that her boys can handle Anything but if either of them ever got hurt she would explode everyone in a 50 mile radius with her mind so like that counts for something

Random headcanon: the group's favorite date night activity is looking up an extremely bad movie and then commentating over it like old-school rage youtubers the whole time in an effort to see who can get the others to laugh the hardest. BF wins often because the flatness of the TTS voice he uses adds something to the humor of it

Pico/Darnell:

I kinda bounced around with what label to use for Darnell for a while. I definitely see him as arospec, with the stipulation that he does feel romantic attraction just like very not traditionally and after a Long Time. After going between quoiromantic and demiromantic for a bit I landed on grey bc it's open-ended enough to encompass it. The point is it took Darnell like 3 full years to realize that his feelings were less platonic than he thought and even then theyre still like. Only half-romantic lmao

Unfortunately as he cannot provide the Pico Sandwich Darnell is getting little spoon'd by a guy nearly a foot shorter than him. F

Pico and Darnell are pretty verbally coarse with each other in a way only people who've been through the amount of shit they have been together can be w/o jeopardizing their relationship. That being said they often express affection and insane amounts of trust through actions very frequently, sometimes even without either of them realizing. Them immediately making up after weekend 1 was one of those times lol

I put Pico on the "squashes the bug" end of both charts but in reality I think he just takes them outside unless it's like a gnat or something. Darnell isn't scared of bugs he just wonders what would happen if he set one on fire. Pico refuses to let him set them on fire

Even though Pico 2 is in a weird limbo state in funkycule just like it is irl, there's still some point in the timeline where Pico expressed protectiveness over Darnell, to the point where, years later, when Darnell heard Pico took down a whole army for BF and GF, he got jealous, because that was supposed to be their thing >:(. This was quickly followed by his Oh moment

Random headcanon: Pico and Darnell had been acquaintances for the whole time they were in school together, but they became friends when Pico (and Nene by proxy) were the only kids to continue hanging out with him after The Class Presentation Gone Wrong (Darnell Plays with Fire). To return the favor, Darnell stuck by Pico even after the events of PS fundamentally changed him as a person. Though their relationship can be messy, they've been virtually inseperable since.

Nene/Cassandra:

The levels of toxicity of this are mostly dependant on When in the timeline by the time these two are like 21 they've normalized a bit dw lmao

Okay so like. I've made so much Lore. For Pico's School. For no reason. Anyway penilians have nothing against child soldiers so Cas was shipped off to infiltrate Earth at the penilian equivalent of 13. Also while on a surface level she's transfem in more depth it's like "all penilians are One Sex and have One Gender so technically she is xenogender, using neopronouns, and if you want to be extra silly with it, by the time she's 19 she's functionally alienkin but for humans as a coping mechanism for being banished to earth (dw abt it)"

[Projects my trauma and its side effects onto Nene] who said that

I didn't think much on the borrowing clothes thing until I realized that I draw Nene and Cassandra wearing the same style of turtlenecks I was like. Do you know what would be really funny

I don't have many intimate cute headcanons for these two Yet because I'm so early on in developing my shit and these two are Not cute at first. However I do like to imagine that Nene calls Cas all kinds of over-the-top cutesy or stupid nicknames just to get a reaction out of her. She called her a "vixen" as a furry joke + something between a compliment and insult once and she almost died

Nene is literally the only one in this entire cast who's never gotten her license suspended also she's somewhat good at car maintence which Cas find inexplicably hot

Giggles and kicks my feet at putting both Pico and Cassandra at the far end of the overprotectiveness spectrum. Anyway

Random headcanon: in the short period of time before Cas started ghosting Nene and FNF happening, they were in contact for One Christmas when they were like 15. Nene got Cas a cute little switchblade with hearts carved into the handle. Cas keeps it in a box by her bed and refuses to let anyone touch it or to let it ever get dirty.

If you have read this far I love you. Here is your reward should you choose to accept it:

[kalak]

Au where luke has a weird ancient force superpower. He literally can come back from the dead. He can resurrect, just like that- the more gruesome the death is, the longer it takes for him to come back, but other than that there's no side effect whatsoever.

This contributes to luke being even more reckless than in canon (obiwan having an aneurysm in the background); he gets killed by slavers, Tusken raiders, a random mugger, a malfunctioning vaporater, being out in the desert for too long, getting lost in the desert... etc etc. But he comes back! Every time! So Owen, Beru, and Ben are like oh no. This power is the worst thing this boy could have but also it apparently is the only thing keeping him alive so. You win some you lose some I guess (Owen still grounds luke every time he comes back from the dead though)

Now in the rebellion, luke kinda.. doesn't tell anyone about this power bc 1. He got drilled into his head to keep it secret as he was growing up becausr he'll definitely get experimented on (obiwan led many of the cover ups) 2. He got self conscious about it. Other people were so praising of his 'selflessness' and 'sacrificial nature' but he thinks he's like That because he can shrug off death. How can you tell people that when they're all like woah you're awesome!!!

But! That doesn't mean luke doesn't utilize his power. Whenever an imp catches him he's like fuckin kill me you wuss. You coward. And then he gets up after they shoot him and leave his dead body. He has a tracking device on him in case he gets stranded in space after his ship gets blown up. Han & Leia were horrified at first but by the fifteenth time they're like *resigned sigh* *pulls out a mop*. Luke calls it just having a little nap :]

Now for the fun part: Vader has no idea about any of this. So when he reads the spy intel, the impression he gets is that Luke is reckless to the point of being suicidal, and that. He might be fatalistic and actually craving death at every moment.

This gets worse when Luke jumps off in cloud city - (he actually just dies here falling but he's ok again :)) after that, with a mental connection between the two established, vader's like ??!?@?@?? because luke's force presence keeps blinking out.. Like he's dying?? But that can't be it...? And he just keeps flashbacking to padme's death and hyperventilating about it but it's actually just luke blastering himself bc he woke up at the wrong side of the bed.

And then Vader finally captures luke. Luke is like oh no fuck you fuck you fuck you and he tries to jump out of the airlock - (vader catches him at the nick of time) steals vader's saber - (vader thinks that he's gonna attack but nope, luke tries to skewer himself) and vader's like oh no. Oh no I need to protect him from himself.

Then there's a hostage situation - tarkin's gripping luke, blaster to head, threatening Vader. Vader is backing off for once in his life, fearful... he's ready to accept any deal, almost agrees - but Luke's like no. Vader might be an arse but he's been nicer than tarkin and amicable, I'm not letting him lose to tarkin of all people. Also this would be a nice fuck you to both of them.

So he goads tarkin, telling him that he's a wuss and that tarkin thinks the tarkin doctrine only works because tarkin himself is a coward dictated by fear, who ironically hasn't known true fear - fear for someone rather than himself - his way will never work because a seven year old has more backbone than him- And that's when the blaster goes off, tarkin's temper getting the best of him.

Vader rushes to Luke's side, but it's too late and Luke's dead. Vader's like *flashbacks to padme* *flashbacks to shmi* and he's apologizing to Luke's body, telling him that he's Luke's father,

That's when luke comes back being all like yeah I needed that that's much nicer and vader's like. ??what in the palpatine's saggy nutsack and Luke's like what the fuck do you mean you're my father-

[dyns33]

Secrets

Matt murdock x female reader. Two idiots in love. 

It wasn't Matt's fault that he always knew when someone was hiding something from him.

Really, he wasn't doing it on purpose. He didn't want to. He fully understood Foggy's point of view on this subject, who considered it an invasion of privacy.

Certainly, it could be useful as a lawyer, as a vigilante, and sometimes as a friend who wanted to come to the aid of his loved ones who dared not say that they had worries, but the rest of the time, Matt knew perfectly well that this did not concern him.

Even if it was about his girlfriend.

Y/N had no secrets for him. She had told him that, and she really meant it. Anything she could have hidden from him, that could have been important, dangerous, shameful, traumatic or weird, she had told him at the beginning of their relationship.

Matt hadn't been so honest. Despite his friends' advice, he hadn't been able to tell her how heightened his other senses were, nor tell her about his nocturnal activities. He was afraid she wouldn't understand. Oh, she wouldn't have turned him in, he trusted her, but she might not appreciate this part of his life, being scared, by him and for him.

He had therefore decided to wait a bit, a few weeks, to be certain that she was ready. Weeks had turned into months. Then a year.

Foggy and Karen said he was stupid. They were probably right.

One night, when she was coming home late, Y/N had been assaulted and Daredevil had intervened. It would have been a good time to talk to her, to tell her everything, but he had been a coward. He had only saved her, making sure she was okay, before fleeing.

And now Y/N had a secret.

As soon as they were together, she behaved strangely. She seemed nervous, troubled, her heart was beating fast, her voice was shaking. She wasn't distant, but she didn't seem to be there with him. Matt didn't like that at all.

However, as soon as he asked her if she was all right, she replied that she was, and she wasn't lying. Not really.

     "Maybe she knows." Karen offered as they were celebrating a win at Josie's and Matt, a little too much to drink, couldn't keep his fears to himself.

     "She knows what ?"

     "That you are the Devil."

     "She can't know."

     "Why not ?" Foggy asked as he finished his beer. "You saved her, you've been dating for over a year. She was able to recognize your voice, your mouth. And now she doubts, she's waiting for you to talk to her, she doesn't know how to react."

This possibility frightened Matt. He didn't want things to happen like this. It wasn't as terrible as the way his best friend had learned the truth, but he wanted to be the one to confess everything to Y/N, to apologize and explain to her why he hadn't said anything before.

Because he was cowardly and stupid, and in love, and he didn't want to lose her. Daredevil was the man without fear. Matt Murdock wasn't so brave.

Before entering his apartment, which they had shared for some time, he took a deep breath, ready to face the situation as if he were stepping into a ring.

Y/N was on the sofa, reading a book. Seeing him, she was immediately nervous, even though she accepted his kiss with tenderness. She remained tense when he sat next to her without saying anything.

     "... We need to talk." he whispered, unable to turn to her.

     "Yes ? Matt, are you okay ?"

     "It's about the Devil."

     "... Oh."

His friends were right. She knew. Of course she knew, Y/N was smart, and Matt was stupid.

So. It was time.

     "Karen told you... that I had some trouble last week." she said softly. "And that Daredevil saved me."

     "Karen ?"

     "Yeah, I told her about it. I didn't want to worry you, I'm fine."

     "Good. Karen said something ?"

     "No. But I told her that... I guess it's best that I tell you. You're going to find this ridiculous. But it's been a week and I fell kind of bad."

I told her I thought you were the Devil. That's what she was going to say, and then she was going to ask how he was able to fight when he was blind, and how he was a vigilant when he was a Catholic lawyer, and how he had been able to lie to her, and she would leave, forever...

     "I have a crush on Daredevil. There, it said."

Y/N's voice was shaky. Matt could feel the salt in her eyes filling with tears, he could hear her hands clutching the book, her heart racing with stress.

     "It doesn't mean anything ! Nothing happened ! He saved me, he was nice, and he left. I only saw him for a few minutes, once, but... His suit, his voice, his smile, his muscles, his  ass... Sorry! It's just, like having some fantasy about a rock star, you know ? It doesn't mean anything. I love you ! I love you Matthew, I only love you, I... I was afraid you'd think I was comparing. It's just childish, really, probably damsel in distress syndrome or something, but it's true that I thought about him a little bit, sometimes, in bed, in the shower... When we were together... Forgive me, please !"

Still being an idiot, Matt didn't know how to react to this confession, remaining frozen on the sofa. Thinking he was sad or angry, Y/N apologized again, taking his hands while sobbing.

From the beginning, she was nervous because she had found the Devil to be sexy, and she had been afraid of offending Matt by admitting it to him. Without knowing that she simply thought Matt was sexy. And she had tortured herself for a week because of it.

Foggy was really right, he was stupid.

     "Sweetheart, I'm not mad." he said finally smiling like the fool he was.

     "Really ?"

     "I promise you. It's okay to have fantasies and crushes on people more or less famous who save you in the street."

     "Oh, Matt..." she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "You are the best. I was so afraid that you would take it badly. It will pass, I swear to you. You are as good as him."

Little lie, her heart skipped a beat. Matt couldn't help but pout annoyed, when there was no way he wasn't as good as himself.

     "I... I have something to confess to you too."

    "If it was a crush on someone, like Josie, that would help me a lot."

     "Despite all the affection I have for our dear Josie, no. But... Don't be afraid, please."

Don't be afraid of me, he thought loudly as he got up to go and search his father's case, before bringing back his Daredevil mask, which he gave to Y/N.

He let her examine it for a long time, not knowing what to say, not knowing how she was going to react, ready to answer her questions, to take her criticism, her anger, her fear, then trying not to cry when she would have left.

     "... The horns are for a purpose ?"

     "Only to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies."

     "So they're useless. I've seen pictures of another costume, black, very... revealing. Do you still have it ?"

     "Yes. Do you have any other questions ? About my ability to fight while I'm blind ? No screaming ?"

    "Would you mind wearing your suits in the bedroom ?"

That wasn't really the question Matt expected. Y/N's reaction was more or less a lack of reaction, which was a scenario he hadn't considered.

She explained to him later that she had been surprised, of course. That she wasn't happy that he went out at night to fight, risking injury or death. But she knew him, he was stubborn, he would continue even if she didn't agree, or he would stop, which would make him very unhappy.

For the fact that he was blind, they lived in a world full of aliens, gods and magicians, so no, she didn't really have any questions. Or just questions to be sure that she was not doing something that would hurt his ears or cute nose. 

She understood why he hadn't said anything earlier, since he was adorably stupid.

     "You didn't answer my question." she finished, her heart beating very fast again.

     "Your question ?"

     "Your suits. In bed."

     "Oh." Matt said, trying to hide his excitement. "I see no objection."

When Foggy and Karen asked him how things had gone, he replied that they had talked, and that Y/N had accepted the situation. Really accepted, perfectly. He didn't add anything else.

It wasn't his fault the others couldn't tell when someone was hiding something.

His friends said nothing. His big smile left no room for doubt about what really happened after the talk.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Veilguard article thoughts.

Obligatory 'I'm not an asshole' disclaimer. Feel free to jump to the cut if you've read it.

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I'm was media blackout while I played this. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Note. None of my writing on DA, but especially DAV, is edited. This is just my off the cuff writing. I don't have the time, energy, or heart to edit them properly.

Though., every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

FWIW? I'm not one of the people who complained about DA2 and DAI. There's a pretty brown-nosing article running around that I'm not going to dignify with a repost.

It's another of those 'if you didn't like DAV it's your fault' nonsense pieces I suspect BioWare of paying for.

I only started playing DA around 3 years ago. And I've never been in Fandom spaces for pretty much anything.

So what's their bullshit paid and/or copium reason for why I hated DAV?

Wasn’t in Fandom spaces. Didn't play the games or say a negative thing about them when they came out. Only bought them near release. Loved The Keep. (I had my first kid not long after DAO came out. I didn't game except for ones I could drop really fast if a kid needed me for like, 10 years.)

I'm an editor and writer by trade. A good one, I'm extremely media literate. I have actual degrees in some of the media critique stuff. (English, Creative Writing, English Literature) and I have two braincells to rub together.) Some days, it's only two, but you win some, lose some.

Whoever spewed that article really loves binaries. It's not an either/or, love/hate, you're smart if you agree with me/dumb if you don't, you're with me or against me situation. Two things can be true. Even more!

I can be completely unhappy with the crappy writing in DAV and still appreciate the good things I did like about it.

I can be truly happy for people who enjoyed it, even if I hated it. I actually wanted to love it, y'know?

I can want a morally grey game with choices that actually do matter (no choice actually matters in DAV), and be against those awful things depicted in said morally grey game in real life because it's bloody fiction.

I can want a struggle for the elves freedom, without supporting enslavement IRL. Because completely brushing the morally grey and politically sticky issues previously set out in the games under the carpet leaves a very unsatisfying ending.

And yes, DAV is sanitized. It's disney-fied FFS! The devs were so afraid of complaints that they went way too far into mediocrity for my taste. And whoops, here the game is getting complaints anyway, because they were essentially cowards, instead.

When it comes to crafting entertainment, you have to keep the parable of the old man, the son, and the donkey in mind. You can't please everyone no matter what you do.

Gasp! I can even want the veil to come down, because in the Lore, (you know, the Lore they either retconned into illogical insensibility, or completely ignored? In favour of bum rushing us through a story that made no damned sense and was just badly written?) Anyway, in the ignored Lore, it's clear the veil is strangling both magic and life out of THEDAS. And that doesn't make me an awful person. 1. Because the Lore is clear. 2. Because saving the actual world (even in a game) is a good thing. 3. Because it's fiction.

It's so hilariously ironic that someone complaining about the lack of media literacy about DAV critiquers while writing that article exposed their own so ridiculously. 🤣

I legitimately don't care if you liked it or hated it. I did a review series under media blackout for DAV. I've never complained about much in the DA universe until DAV tbh. I don't fit any of those either/or binary choices in that article. So explain why I hated DAV.

Something I do care about? I do care if you're being an asshole or a decent person to other fans. Stop being dickshits to each other over a video game. I love gaming and it's an important part of my life. None of us are in kindergarten. Act like adults FFS (unless you're not actually an adult.)

Kindness is usually the right choice. No one truly understands what another person is going through. A kind word or a not-posted comment can make a world of difference.

[definitelyallergictohalla]

Hey, you know that fic I mentioned I wanted to write? The Illario POV? Here's the first chapter. >:3c

Edit 11/27/2024: Now you can read the chapter below, too! I will likely continue to do this each chapter (per request from a friend of mine), but maybe a few days after I post on Ao3 so I receive more traffic there.

Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Neve Gallus/Rook, one sided Illario Dellamorte/Neve Gallus, Illario Dellamorte/Original Female Character(s), mentioned Female Lavellan/Solas

Characters: Illario Dellamorte, Neve Gallus, Original Female Character(s), Tarquin (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age), Lucanis Dellamorte

Additional Tags: redemption arc, Illario POV, Antivan Crows, Shadow Dragons, Clan Lavellan - Freeform, Pining, Jealousy, Minrathous/Treviso Choice - Treviso Saved (Dragon Age), Shadow Dragon Rook (Dragon Age)

Summary: Illario Dellamorte, traitor Crow, is tasked to help Neve Gallus with a job after the fall of Elgar'nan. He doesn't expect what comes next. (A redemption arc of sorts for Illario, post Veilguard.)

Notes: I like it when the Antivan Crows are morally grey. Also, fuck Caterina (she's not currently super relevant to the story but she haunts it... despite being alive)???

Some notes on my world state that should be seen:

Rook is a Shadow Dragon, as well as a Qunari Mage; leans blue/purple in personality

Treviso saved

Illario spared and not in jail

Harding died during the fight with Ghilin'nain

Neve was kidnapped by Elgar'nan but survived

Solas was given the chance at redemption and (warrior) Lavellan went with him

Clan Lavellan survived the battle of Wycome

Inquisition was disbanded

Tags will update on Ao3 as I go!

Chapter 1: One Job Illario Dellamorte, known traitor of the Antivan Crows, was not a coward.

That being said, as he walked the bustling streets of Dock Town with a duo of Shadow Dragons in tow, Illario had to admit that he was getting a bit sick of attempting to win his back his family’s favor.  Sure, he was thankful that he wasn’t shoved into a prison cell – or worse – after the stunt he pulled…  Yet when getting back home to Treviso post such a dangerous fight for the fate of the world, the man had not expected to be pulled aside by Viago a few weeks later to be sent back the damned city he could have died in.

He should have expected it.  Viago had mentioned that the job about ‘helping him see what he did was wrong’.  The idea stunk of Rook, the bastard Qunari who seemed to have successfully wooed his cousin, despite the latter being an abomination.  It frustrated Illario to see Lucanis cling as the first person who helped him out of the Ossuary, but it wasn’t his place to comment, at least not anymore.

Despite this, Illario was fully intending to make best use of his new situation, turning his attention to the pair of rebels behind him.

“So,” he began, noting the direction all three were heading “What’s the job today?”

One of them - Tarquin, the man – acknowledged the question with the furrow of his eyebrows.  Even shorter than Lucanis and sporting similar hair and beard, Tarquin did not share Illario’s cousin’s good-natured yet-haunted personality.  Illario had met him at the Archon’s palace, but it didn’t take him long to discover that the Shadow Dragon was sarcastic, as well as often rude.

“I take it that you don’t remember the letter?”  Tarquin snarked.

Illario rolled his eyes, flinging the vitriol back at the other man.  “I didn’t read a letter.  Viago did, if I had to guess.”

The other Shadow Dragon – a Dalish elf named Ethena  – glanced over to Tarquin while grimacing.  “You know, I didn’t get a letter either,” she muttered at him as she scratched the back of her head, messing up her cropped copper hair even further.

“I know that, I was planning on filling you in as we went,” Tarquin replied as they made it to the edge of the docks.  “I’ve heard you’re resourceful like that.”

Illario bit back a retort about how he was plenty resourceful due to Crow training, but a look of annoyance skewed his facial features anyway.  “An agenda would be nice.  And maybe a drink while we’re at it.”

“Good thing we’re already stopping at the Cobbled Swan,” Ethena mentioned causally.  “Since we’re meeting our client there.”

Tarquin nodded as gestured in the direction of a large pub, not far from where they had stopped walking to talk.  “Drinks aren’t on the agenda, by the way.”

The trio continued onto their path and walked into the dimly lit pub.  It was neater than what Illario was expecting, but still dirtier than anything he saw in Treviso; occasionally he’d see seagulls attempt to pop in through the front door and windows, only to be beaten back with a broom by an elderly elven man.

Eventually, they wandered to the back of the main of the pub, greeted by who Illario could assume was either the owner of the establishment.  The man was dressed in the closest you could get to fine attire this section of Minrathous; nothing overly showy to be considered a target, but the man’s dark green out was tailored to his tall, slim build.  The details of a business man, however, starkly contrasted his shaved, military hairstyle and the faded scar that ran down the left side of his face.

Regardless, the man smiled warmly at Illario and the Shadow Dragons next to him.  “Ah, I assume you are the help the detective suggested to hire?”

Tarquin came forward and waved an envelope, sealed by teal-colored wax.  “Is she in storage room?” he inquired.

“Indeed, please feel free to go back there yourselves, I trust that a savior of Minrathous would have fine taste in company.”

Ah, mierda.  Of course, he was working with Neve Gallus on this job.

Illario had met her initially when Lucanis was freed from the Ossuary, then during the siege on the Archon’s palace.  Gallus has been briefly fucked up, eyes red from the blight magic Elgar’nan had used to control her mind.  Then poof, the moment the elven god died, she was back in nearly top shape, free from having to go to the Wardens for whatever help they could offer.  Of course, she still looked exhausted, nearly collapsing onto of Rook several times as he helped her move to get checked out by a healer.

And now, as she walked out of the storage closet towards her comrades and her client, her prosthetic leg clicking on the stone like it was a stiletto heel, Illario couldn’t help but to notice how different she felt from the battle three weeks ago.  A sense of swagger and confidence as she set her strides.

Sexy.

A few moments passed, and the owner of the Swan let the four of them talk amongst themselves.

“Glad to see you all here,” Gallus greeted.  Then the detective arched an eyebrow at Illario.  “Interesting choice for Viago and Rook to send you, though”.

Illario bowed a mock bow.  “Anything for family, ma’am.”

Gallus shook her head, clearly unimpressed.  She turned to Ethena.  “Do you have any extra paper, per chance?  I ran out.

Ethena groaned loudly in response as Gallus smiled, perhaps slightly sheepishly.

“I was in a rush this morning,” the detective insisted, and although elven woman clearly didn’t buy it, she tore out a few pages of a fancy leather-bound journal regardless.

“You owe me a new journal,” Ethena muttered, sounding pained.

“Sure thing.  I always give back what is owed.”

Over the next hour, while in the back of the storage unit surrounded by Gallus’ notes, Illario and Ethena were filled in on the job; the owner of the Cobbled Swan, last week, had found the dead, mutilated body of one of his bartenders, an elderly Dwarven man who had worked there for years.  Gallus had since picked up a few leads (the Venatori were involved, of course), but needed a team in case of any violent altercations.

“Will Illario’s former allegiance cause any trouble?” Tarquin asked when there was a pause in the detective’s words.

Gallus glanced at Illario coldly at the Antivan.  “I think he knows what’s at stake if he messes up or causes any issues.”  She turned away to carefully organize her papers into a pile.  “Besides, I trust-”

“Rook’s judgement?” Tarquin suggested.  He rolled his eyes as Gallus continued to shuffle papers around, not answering.  “Not sure that’s a wise decision for Dock Town.”

Illario couldn’t help but to laugh internally as the attention turned to Rook.  He was a hard topic for the Shadow Dragons, too, maybe because of the first attack on Dock Town that the Qunari had ignored in favor of helping Treviso.  Perhaps he could use that information to leverage things.

“When do we start?” Illario inquired.  “I could use some practice with my knives.”

“Tomorrow at sunrise,” Gallus answered, back still turned.  “I need to ask a shopkeep nearby if he has heard any noises, and he’s only around during the weekly fish market.”  She then spun around to face him.  “Hope you can keep up.”

Illario feigned hurt.  “You wound me, Gallus, and you don’t even have a knife in your hand.”  He placed a hand over his heart for exaggeration.

That got a smirk out of her.

Later, the four of them wandered out of the storage room of the Swan and into the streets of a darkening Dock Town.  Confirming their plans to go to the market tomorrow, they all split ways to their other obligations, except for Illario, who needed to find a room to rent.

The Antivan man strolled casually past the many criminals and vagabonds on the side of the street.  This was going to be an easy job, and he’d back home to Treviso in a few days.

Perfect.

[chrismcleaneatspants]

General season 2 opinions. MASSIVE TDI 2023 season 2 spoilers ahead (as well as a huge wall of text.) You've been warned.

Ok, so here's everything I like about the season (I can count them on my fingers)

-There were some funny jokes

-MKulia was entertaining and it's now in my top 5 favorite ships, but it's not perfect, as I'll explain later

-Hockey dudes were a joy to watch I suppose

-Bowie stole the show as usual

-There are a lot of neat challenges (The canoe, slide, and dog challenges was a particular stand outs to me)

-MK herself was really funny

-MacArthur's cameo was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one, and she bounces off of Chris really well

-Duncney is still broken up lol

Honestly that's about it in terms of positives, cuz I have a million other negatives for this supposed sequel to (imo) the best written season of the show.

-The Relationships were the single worst aspect about this season full stop. Ripaxel and Praleb are probably the worst couples the show has ever subjected me to. For Ripaxel, they basically removed anything interesting Ripper had going on and Axel wasn't allowed to live up to any kind of hype she created because one lame ass poem turned her into Ripper's girlfriend for the remaining duration of her run, only for the both of them to be tossed aside in episode 7 in perhaps the worst double elimination in the entire show.

-Praleb started off ok. I thought it was gonna be a one-sided crush plot initially before Episode 6. They had a couple cute moments before episode 8, of which their screentime became suffocating because afterwards is was this painful back and forth where Caleb tried explaining himself and Priya would be mad at him, then ally with him, then be mad at him again like it was so tiresome. By the time they got together in the finale again, I was wishing they had just followed up on Pramien instead. Caleb by himself was funny in the first half of season 2 and Priya was great in season 1, but the two of them together were insufferable

-Speaking of Priya, she went from one of the best characters in season 1 to one of the worst in season 2. Why did she have to make it all the way to episode fucking 12 after winning season 1?? Just for some generic heterosexual romance? They also made her so dumb with shit like knowing Julia is manipulating her but then getting a surprise Pikachu face when Julia manipulated her??? You spent your entire life preparing for this show, how the fuck did you not see this coming???

-Segwayying into Julia, she's the worst antagonist full stop. I've never seen such an absolute downgrade of a character. She was a goat in season 1 who was aware of her situation and acted accordingly because the stakes were real. Here? Reality basically warps around her just to keep her in the game. She does things characters would never fall for in season 1 and they just go with it?? They insist on keeping her in the finale and do basically nothing interesting with her. She's not even as funny as Island Heather at the end of the day.

-I mentioned MKulia earlier, so I'll just get to it here: I like it in concept. Two evil sapphics causing chaos together is really fun. My main issue is that it was very sudden. They both were not fans of each other at the end of season 1 and now I'm supposed to just believe they became friends off screen? I mean, I guess, but it's kinda cheap. I would have really liked it if it was straight up enemies to lovers ngl. Also the fact MK had very little agency outside of being Julia's lackey doesn't help either. I want to point to the fake contract thing, for instance. Why did Julia do that? That sounds like an MK thing to do.

-Time to dive into other characters: Damien is an absolute fucking tragedy. At the end of season 1, Damien had one ambition: win next season. They kinda did that, sure, but they regressed Damien into being a complete coward to do so, not to mention he didn't even go all the way either. Damien didn't get a W until episode 6 and tbh that was his only W. By the end of his tenure, I was left confused on what the point of his run was. (I'll come back to this later.)

-What was the point of Nichelle? Like seriously, what did she contribute to the season at all? They didn't do the ironic underdog story with her, and considering she was getting all egotistical and aggressive, i thought she was gonna be the antagonist for sure...until Julia got rid of her in episode 5 in a way that really shouldn't make sense cuz like Nichelle is an actual celebrity that stars in blockbuster movies, I'm pretty sure she could sniff a fake contract a mile away, right?

-Hockey dudes were great, but I felt like they were very dumbed down at times? Like they were just generic dumb dudes that just meandered around a lot of the time (Wayne in particular just straight up floated away from a challenge at one point)

-Bowie was alright too. His line delivery is great as usual, but let's not kid ourselves: In a well written season, he'd be going straight for Julia the next time his team lost. Bowraj was nice to see even if the season didn't really do a whole lot with it

-Am I the only one who thinks this season is a tad bit misogynistic? Like this is the shortest them phase the show as ever had (to the point where i'd argue teams don't really matter) and 4 of the 5 team phase boots were girls. Millie and Emma in particular were really bad. Like, you could make Millie a team phase boot without like shitting on her that hard. And Emma got like fuck all closure outside of breaking up with Chase off screen like wow, way to utilize such a high potential character, Fresh. And this is saying nothing about how the girls that did make it to the merge had plots basically dominated by romance and like nothing else. And then there's MKulia which is apparently intended to be a friendship but like is written like a romantic one at times. It gives me all-stars gwourtney vibes and (as a fan of gwourtney myself) not in a good way. At least MK and Julia were somewhat in character I guess, but they had their edges really sanded off and honestly as a friendship (situationship?) it's a complete downgrade from Millie and Priya in so many ways

-And another thing: who's the protagonist this season? Outside of Praleb, who am I supposed to care for? Who am I supposed to root for? By the halfway mark, the show doesn't really make any convincing arguments to root for like anyone there outside of maybe Damien? And he went gone in episode 10, so like, hockey dudes? No one has an interesting enough narrative for me to care.

-The immunity idol stinks as usual. Like, why did Damien do THE SAME FUCKING THING HEATHER DID IN ALL-STARS?? That actually pissed me off so much holy shit. The immunity idol as it stands in the show is basically a shitty plot device made to keep characters in as there's no real strategy revolved around it.

-Oh and another minor thing: Owen's cameo sucks, and that's entirely due to him not being physically aged up at all and just being a vehicle for the same dumb jokes they always make with him. so stupid

-Anyways, I spend an entire season with two shitass straight relationships taking up screentime, a whole multiude of potential plotlines from last season (pramien) and this season (scary girl's revenge, millie being the new ripper, damien's comeback, julia having internal conflict over her friendship (feelings?) for MK) being set up and just nothing being done with them, and characters in general just being nerfed or borderline out of character (Ripper) and what am I rewarded with?

-Soar Losers. The most boring nothing finale in the entire show. The choices for finalists suck, Wayne, while being the least bad option for a winner (and i do still like him a lot), is still a mid ass winner in the grand scheme of the entire show. And more praleb drama? fuck off I hate them so much. The challenge did not feel finale worthy at all, and honestly it was the worst challenge in the whole season. On top of being a bunch of nothing, the show decides to bring back the worst trope it ever had: losing hair as karma. I almost ragequit the episode on the spot that shit makes me so irrationally mad. I think it's even worse here because Julia still had hair after the fact, which makes it seem like they were aware it's not a popular TD trope but wanted to half commit to it anyways for the sake of tradition or something. Terrible finale to an already decently sized letdown of a season, but it has some ok MKulia moments I guess. The finale was just emblematic of the entire season, where things just happen and you're just expected to go along with everything. (Also side note how come Chase wasn't the one to jump off of the cart for pizza immediately?)

TL;DR reboot season 2 imo was a step down in every conceivable way from season 1 apart of i guess comedy and it's left a very sour taste in my mouth. I'm probably missing a few points that I'll add onto later but man it feels nice putting my opinion out there.

[yeehawbvby]

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun | Ch. 11 (FINAL)

March x F!Farmer

Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventual smut)

Chapter Summary: Another rowdy Friday night at the inn leads into a cozy, domestic morning.

Author's Note: This is the longest fic I've written and actually finished. Ty for reading it, and I hope you enjoyed :3 <3

(Also. At the time I post this, it seems like Trump is gonna win the US election.. fellow Americans, please stay safe, please keep pushing on, and please take care of yourself. Ily)

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Prev

“Alright, ready?”

“No.”

“Come on,” March drew out the last word, wiggling his fingers. 

“I am not doing this again.”

“You don’t want some finger action?” Ryis butted in from beside December. The table was formed in the same way as March and December’s previous arm wrestle.

“Ha!” the farmer barked, nudging the carpenter while March groaned. 

Ryis nudged back, forgetting that drunken December excused nobody from her antics. She hopped up from her seat, a little wobbly before catching her balance, and began to noogie him.

“Uncle! Uncle!” he cried through his laughter, frantically patting his assailant’s arms.

“Yeah? What?” Landen called from the bar.

“No, not literally—“ The nephew heard an Oof! as December’s knuckles disappeared from his scalp, and turned around to see March trying to wrangle  the squirmy farmer back into her seat. ”Huh?!” Ryis reacted, thoroughly amused.

“Arm wrestle me, coward!”

“Why? What are you trying to prove?!”

“I just like winning,” March boasted, lifting her up over his shoulders like a damn sack of potatoes during the last word. “C’mere.”

Immediately at the bar, Hemlock, Terithia, Errol and Landen held their breath and winced, hoping someone was ready to catch the farmer should March drop her. They all recognized his strength, but had yet to see him lift someone — and this was with alcohol in him, no less.

“Unhand me, you cretin!”

“Hey, is that a good workout?” Olric asked his brother.

Immediately distracted by the question, March unceremoniously plopped back into his own spot, transitioning December into a bridal carry before setting her down in his lap in one fluid motion. The onlookers let out a sigh of relief before getting back to their conversation. 

December, whose heart raced at her partner’s show of strength, absentmindedly fidgeted with the pendant he wore around his neck while he responded, “Eh, I guess.”

“I should lift Merri.”

“What if you lift Merri,” December paused to swallow back what was either a hiccup or a burp — she couldn’t say which, “while Merri lifts something else? Like, a chair, or something.”

“Oh!” Olric snapped, wagging an approving finger towards the farmer. “I like that.” 

December tapped her head and winked in response. March tapped her head too, and knowing she’d attempt to bite his finger, retracted it before she could get the chance. She pouted and slumped herself against him. 

“Comfy?” Balor asked December. 

Yes. She could’ve fallen asleep right there, in spite of the inn’s volume; and March was much less hellbent on defeating his nemesis now, as he was more focused on how warm she was, how soft her hair felt as it brushed his bare bicep, and how adorable she looked curled up atop him with her cheek against his collar, so he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

She nodded confidently, her smile dopey and dreamy as she began shimmying further inward to lessen the space where her body ended and March’s started. Once she was situated, March reached around to the table and grabbed his beer. Just as he was about to take a sip, though, December stole it and took her own.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, ‘cause you’re being a real shit head right now.” 

“Hm?” December feigned innocence, “What do you mean?”

“Sharing is caring, bro,” Olric flicked March’s closest arm.

December happily hummed while swallowing another swig, “Mhm!” It was after this that March put a stop to her thievery. 

“You two should drink some water,” Ryis suggested into a sip of his own.

”You should drink—“

“My balls,” December cut March off. 

She really was on another level that night. Perhaps the sickly sweet desserts she shared with Celine and Eiland earlier, paired with the sugary drinks Hemlock had served them, wasn’t the best combination in the world. 

Regardless, it had been fun, and it made December funny, thus leading to March nearly spitting his beer onto her after hearing her disruptive words.

“Do you even have balls?” Ryis asked, hesitating halfway through the sentence, but finishing it nonetheless.

“Gigantic ones.”

Dell overheard this from near the cauldron, and immediately began to plan a new heist with the Dragonguard: one in which they’d sneak onto December’s farm to steal her gigantic balls, as Dell could only assume at her young age that December meant the beach balls her cows and sheep played with. She’d never seen them herself, but Celine had mentioned them in passing. 

The three agreed this would put their failed mission to snoop through Balor’s room to shame.

Olric was closest to them, and burst out laughing in the wake of their clumsy whispers. Balor patted him on the back when it turned into a cough, his own beer having mixed with his air. 

“Is this true?” Balor mused to March, giving Olric’s back one last hearty rub for good measure.

“They’re like boulders,” he nodded, “Never seen anything like ‘em.”

December snorted, hiding her face in the crook of March’s neck. He instinctively leaned his head atop hers. 

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” Ryis admitted through his laughter, his eyebrows upturned, “You can never know for sure!”

“Why do you wanna know so much about my girl’s huge balls?” March accused, jabbing the air in the carpenter’s direction. 

December nuzzled him a bit to cope with being called his girl, as though it would rid her belly of its fluttering.

“Morbid curiosity.” 

Balor nodded in agreement with Ryis. 

Olric nodded too, but he didn’t care all that much. He was more interested in learning something new about his brother by proxy of this. Love is love, he figured, and whether or not December had colossal nuts didn’t matter to him as long as March was happy. 

“Alright, alright,” December giggled into her hand before lifting her face again to diffuse any potential genitalia allegations, “I don’t have balls.”

“Aw, crap!” Dell — who had begun eavesdropping again upon hearing Ryis’ speculations — whisper-yelled.

“Dell!” Maple gasped, “You can’t just say that!” 

“Gods, help me,” Olric doubled over, hearing the Dragonguard once again. He crossed his arms on the table and dipped his face into them, muffling his laughter.

This time, March and December both heard the kids and reacted similarly, folding in on each other as they often seemed to during nights like these. They didn’t even know the context — the pair simply thought that the interaction was silly. Balor, as usual, maintained a lopsided grin, his cool demeanor masking how hard he was struggling to not crack up.

Ryis couldn’t hear Dell, therefore he had no idea what was going on. He tilted his head at Balor in hopes for context, but the merchant simply shook his head. 

Damn. 

He used whatever the distraction was as an opportunity to go grab some glasses and a water pitcher from Hemlock, determined to look out for his friends.

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The couple went on with their usual routine to get a head-start on sobering up — junk food and lots of water — before they both headed to December’s. It was a Friday, so they’d stayed out a bit later than they would on any other night at the inn, as most of the town tended to; regardless, they had no intention to separate, March happily following the farmer inside her home the moment she suggested he hang out for a while longer. 

Upon being greeted by Goose, December scooped him up and patted a few kisses to his head. Then, she held the cat out slightly, giving March a blank look until he caved and did the same — first to Goose, and then, to her surprise, to her. Still tipsy and overall just teaching himself to loosen up a bit around her, March didn’t care much about how grossly cute the action was. It felt strange, sure, but as December smiled up at him — Goose observing him too, with those buggy eyes of his, and still cradled in her arms — and tip-toed to give his cheek a kiss, he couldn’t help but be happy he did it.

He noticed in that moment how often something like that happened… him acting on impulse around her, and being rewarded for it, in a way. He didn’t know what to make of it.

They proceeded to sit on the couch with some more water, chatting for a while. December yapped about a cool moth she’d found the other night. If Errol’s enclosures weren’t so humane, she wouldn’t have had the heart to donate it, she admitted. Luckily, he makes them with the bugs‘ comfort in mind, so she knew it would be happy and that she could go see it whenever she wanted to. 

March all but melted while he listened to December continue to ramble on about bugs — something he never thought would happen, especially given how genuinely annoyed he was when Errol began accepting her critters as donations. Feeling the need to one-up her accomplishment in practically filling the entire museum all by herself, he bragged about an order he got from Dell to make a dragon-shaped belt buckle, and how well that was going in spite of the challenge. 

Similarly to March, December couldn’t help but swoon a little. When he got fired up, his eyes would twinkle like stars and his brows would furrow, like he was as determined as he was excited to simply dump all his knowledge about his craft onto whoever would listen. His passion was palpable. 

The two momentarily wondered, though, how he was going to get paid for this particular project. He’d cut Holt some slack if Dell didn’t contribute, but came to the conclusion that he really should’ve asked about that first.

December, while grabbing a much-needed pain killer, talked about how it took her far too long to realize that the best way to fight those rock-spewing assholes in the mines was to parry them, which is why she always had such scuffed swords. March, inviting her to lean against him when she arrived back, explained how upset Olric was that he got hit by those during his and December’s trip down there. He made it a point to lightly scold her too, for not being more careful with the fruits of her labor. 

He knew she didn’t enjoy forging her own equipment. He also knew she’d be damned if she ever purchased anything he made.

As they grew more weary, they’d begun to rely on one another to support each other’s weight, similarly to the last time they’d found themselves in this situation. Luckily, they had much less to worry about now, given how much closer they’d gotten from that night-onward. The lack of uncertainty was nothing short of a gift.

December’s body dragged lower and lower until she eventually had her head on the smith’s tummy. His own form had sunk far enough that his legs were barely even on the furniture anymore, so this was her best resting spot at the moment, really. March was also at an awkward angle, now, where he was half-laying back and half-leaning his weight onto his side, allowing them to easily look at each other while they tangled together.

He watched fondly as December fought sleep, doing her best to listen to his stories and stay coherent with her responses. He was convinced he was hiding his own weariness well, but December could see through the facade even in her barely-there state.

“Stay over?” she eventually mumbled, beginning to worry about his walk home. 

“Mmhn—“ he tried to answer — with what words, he had no clue — his head failing to stay entirely upright and his grip on December's thigh loosening.

She huffed a laugh through her nose, unable to help how cute she thought he was like this.

She reluctantly straightened before tugging his hand. “C’mon,” she insisted.

With a groan, March leaned up, and with some effort, they both stood tall. Goose had been on the cat tree beside them and got up as well, stretching and readying himself to follow them to bed.

December barely had it in her to change into pajamas, thus simply stripping herself of her bra and jeans before clamoring onto the mattress. March had no pajamas. Aside from a few baggy sweaters that it was far too warm for, none of the farmer’s clothes would fit him, so he found himself beside her in nothing but his boxer-briefs.

This was their first sleepover, the two simultaneously realized as Goose settled in with them. They’d had accidental naps together a small handful of times, but had yet to wake up side-by-side after a full night of rest. As December scooted back to be spooned, and March readily engulfed her in his arms, she smiled to herself, excited for how domestic this felt. How right it felt.

And as they woke up about eight hours later, having slept in until ten with their legs tied and heads foggy; as they took turns using December’s toothbrush, and then took an innocent shower together, washing their grogginess away; as March helped December harvest and water her crops, before getting started on breakfast while she released her animals to graze and frolic; March realized that this was exactly what he’d daydreamed of the last time he lingered here after a rowdy night at the inn.

Back then, he was worried by those thoughts. 

Back then, December rarely even had them — albeit, in her case, it was only because she never thought this would be possible, and didn’t want to get her hopes up for a future that didn’t exist. Her lacking daydreams about March were a defense mechanism, in a way.

Now, March welcomed his hopes and feelings, just as he welcomed his partner back inside, tugging her to stand between his arms as he topped their bowls of rice and greens with an egg each. 

Now, December welcomed such thoughts in the first place, especially as they sat on the bench she kept near Caldarus, sharing their meal and each other’s company beneath her fruit trees. She thought of what the future could bring. How many times they’d come to spend their earliest hours of the day together. Maybe they’d be each other’s people until the day they died, and grow old together, and make a routine of mornings just like this one.

She peeked up at March at that thought and was temporarily stunned, as though she’d looked at the sun itself. The rays that seeped through their leafy shade framed him perfectly, accentuating his warm undertones with a soft, welcoming light, similar to that of his forge’s fire. 

Feeling eyes on him, March reciprocated. On the opposite end of the spectrum entirely, he noticed how even in the shade, December seemed to glow. She was the moon, his beacon of light in the dark, with each smile and laugh that graced her face being a new phase in its cycle. She shifted phases then and there, and the tenderness in her eyes paired with the curve of her lips flustered March.

“What are you looking at?” he deflected, his cheeks warm. 

“Nothing much.”

“Oi,” he nudged her with a light elbow before scruffing up her hair.

“Oi yourself!” December laughed, lightly slapping his hand until he stopped. 

She promptly leaned against him once he’d settled down. March didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her shoulders and rest his cheek into her scalp, his thumb rubbing circles on her shoulder in the meantime. 

Happily existing in silence, they took in nature’s song while they watched the distant river flow, December’s animals play, and the pink petals that wafted over from the cherry blossoms around town dancing in the breeze. They were cozy like this, but more importantly, they were cozy together.

[sophieinwonderland]

Obviously it is awful whenever anti-endos harass or hate on anyone, but there's a morbid part of me that's always pleased when it happens. Because wow, anti-endos are really digging their own grave, aren't they? Like, sure, we could talk about research and scientific consensus and cultural practices and religion and everything else – but none of that really holds a candle to just... their regular hateful bullshit.

Anti-endos like to act as though they'll one day be known as the champions of rights for disordered systems, and thus that gives them the right to do whatever they want in their "quest to defeat ableism". But they're really just shooting themselves in the foot and it's a DELIGHT to see! My heart goes out to everyone they've ever hurt, but at the same time, I invite everyone who's ever been hurt by an anti-endo to laugh at how they're slowly building up a reputation that's going to bite them in the ass sooner or later.

Harassment campaigns in plural tags. Wishing death on others for existing. Sending suicide bait and violent threats in response to positivity posts. Chasing popular animators off social media for being pro-endo. Fakeclaiming not just endogenic systems, but any traumagenic system that disagrees with them (or, as I once saw, ever previously identified as endogenic). And I recently learned that they've been harassing system mods and owners to the point of having to close the server EVEN WHEN THE SERVER ITSELF WASN'T SYSTEM FOCUSED, IT WAS JUST ENDO FRIENDLY OR NEUTRAL AT WORST. And let's not forget the recent development of calling endogenic systems "groomers", nor all the miscellaneous awful things Aspen did with full support from her little hate crusaders.

At this point, the scientific evidence for endogenic systems is more like the cherry on top. Anti-endos can spread their hate all they want – a well-timed question of "wait, you agree with the group that (just one of the many awful things they've done)?" is going to tear that down. And as this reputation spreads, more and more will reject anti-endo narratives before they even meet one themselves.

"Syscourse? Oh, yeah, there's a small group of people in system spaces that think if you ever disagree with them or use a label they don't like, then you're automatically faking a dissociative disorder for internet clout or to make fun of them personally. Yeah it's such a weird leap of logic isn't it?? They're really vicious about it too, did you hear that they once rallied behind a homophobic TikToker who was using slurs and making fun of disabled people? I don't know why they think they're fighting ableism when they act like that... It's honestly pretty concerning..." ← the soon to be average discussion of syscourse from those uninvolved in it, if I had to guess

The bright side of not having to do anything for people to hate you is that you don't have to do anything for people to make fools of themselves while trying to make you feel bad. They just do that to themselves.

Anti-endos really are just out here digging their own graves.

As nice as these incidents are in turning people against them though, it does suck seeing the harassment leveled against anyone who doesn't support them.

But on the whole Yaelokre server incident, can I say that I'm also pretty disappointed in the mods. IMO, this was a time to take a stand, ban the bigots, and protect the innocent systems in the server, not to pack up and run.

Yes, the bigots and harassers are horrible. It's terrible to be put in a position where bigots are demanding you ban innocent people for existing. But the correct response to that situation is standing for what's right, not running and hiding like cowards, destroying the space you built in the process.

If their principles were making a safe space for all Yaelokre fans, they failed. They backed down, and let the bigots win. Maybe it didn't give the bigots exactly what they wanted by banning endogenic systems. But they did still succeed in destroying a safe space for everyone.

The mods let hate win. They let bigotry win.

I hope the lesson others take away from this is seeing how many people got hurt by surrendering like this, and realizing that you can't back down to bullies.

[topazadine]

OC Questionnaire!

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Rules: Answer the provided questions from whoever tagged you in the perspective of your oc(s).

My Questions:

1. Would you rather live in the past, or the future? How far back/forward?

2. Name three people you could trust with your life.

3. Where would you like to go at the end of your journey?

Your Questions:

1. What would you say is your greatest missed opportunity?

2. If someone asked your partner/best friend/closest companion what your worst bad habit is, what do you think they would say? Would you agree?

3. What are some items that are part of your 'personal mythology'? As in, what flowers, songs, animals, etc do you think are associated with you?

I am going to do Uileac and Orrinir from 9 Years Yearning! Let's see how their answers differ.

Uileac

1. Would you rather live in the past, or the future? How far back/forward?

I would want to live in the past, back when the Rimuk Mountains were raised. It would be exciting to live in such a turbulent time and see our entire country be reformed. Then I'd come back to the present and win so many arguments about exactly how it all went down. Or up, I suppose.

2. Name three people you could trust with your life.

My little sister Cerie, certainly. She's kind of an idiot sometimes, but I'm sure she'd try her best. My husband Orrinir, especially if it's something combat related. There's no one I'd trust more to have my back in a sticky situation. As for the third one ... probably my best friend Tshumanu. As long as he promised not to run away like a coward.

3. Where would you like to go at the end of your journey?

I want to travel the world with Orrinir. I've heard there are carnivorous sheep on this little island named Down Derby - what a thrill it would be to hunt them! Though I'm not sure how my horse would feel about sailing ... oh, and I guess we'd have to bring Cerie too.

Orrinir

1. Would you rather live in the past, or the future? How far back/forward?

I want to live in the future, when the war is over and the Sinans will be defeated. What I'd do then, I'm not sure, but at least I'd know my family was safe.

2. Name three people you could trust with your life.

Uileac would never betray me, Cerie neither. My friend Sagremor may not be the best fighter, but he's a damn loyal man. I think those three would be the ones I'd trust.

3. Where would you like to go at the end of your journey?

Why do I have to go anywhere? I like it here. I'd rather stay in Goldnin with my husband, exactly as we are now. When the war's over, we can simply be ourselves. Maybe we can start our own farm. Uileac would love that. Good way to honor his parents.

Tagging @davycoquette, @illarian-rambling, @mysticstarlightduck, @drchenquill, and open tag

[badaseyebags]

to all the boys that tried to love me ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Ch2

word count: 1,4k

warnings: new unlocked character

authors note: hello, as i promised here’s another one! i hope those who are reading (if there’s anyone) enjoy this chapter, feel free to share your thoughts! - 🍞

okay, what the actual hell was that? first party? more like first disappointment, because how on earth do people spend their weekends like this? maybe i’m still too childish to understand the hype, or maybe i simply don’t belong in there because my intentions don’t align with the majority of the people attending them. how the hell did the party end up with the tsurugi dude lying on the floor outside and bawling his eyes out? i thought he was the sunshine itself or something.. i guess even the sun goes down.

when he came inside and sat down on a chair nearby sobbing into his hands, i couldn’t help but ask him if he’s okay. all he did was nod with tears still in his eyes and boogers coming out his nose. okay, i’ll take that as a no. how the hell does someone so popular not have friends rushing to his side seeing him in this state? or are they not really his friends? ugh, club people are so damn strange.

it’s been about a month since that event and for some reason, my friends and i wanted to give it a second try. why? not sure honestly, that remains a mystery. apart from ryujin wanting to get the chance to hook up with that one jimin wannabe. she found his instagram account recently but was too much of a coward to text him, or even view his stories.

so who had to do all the dirty work? me of course! i had to do all the stalking and story viewing to update her on this “handsome man”. jesus christ he’s so cringy. all his posts are making me have a bad shiver and the ick in me is making me sick. he doesn’t have the guts to show his face but he shows his abs? the irony. ugh.. how can she think this is attractive, she has no idea what his face looks like. whatever, if she doesn’t want to be caught stalking i’ll take one for the team. my poor little eyes.

so it became a routine, i went on his profile to check out if he has posted any stories and sent them to her. not sure why she didn’t want to be noticed by him in the first place, but i didn’t question it too much. it became natural at this point, without her even having to tell me, i would check his account and update her. i noticed the app linked to his instagram account, tellonym..? i have that app, it allows people to send anonymous messages. my bestie can send him hints about herself, and let him know how she feels, I’m a genius! i told her about the plan and she was excited, however once again she didn’t want to be the one being involved. she’s a flirt master and i suck at flirting, so i have no idea why she left it up to me. is she seriously making me send a man that makes me audibly go “ew” anonymous pick up lines… what has this come to. i just do what she tells me, cringing at every letter i type out, dropping hints about her and trying to spark his curiosity. was i doing a good job? probably not, but i tried my best and it seemed to get his attention, so i did my part.

speaking of guys.. i remembered how many friends tsurugi seems to have. maybe there’s a possibility he will know about the guy i’m curious about? the quiet guy that looked more like he belongs into a cozy cafe rather than a noisy, stinky club. hmmm… it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? the worst that could happen is him saying he doesn’t know this dude at all.. but that’s a lie, they definitely interacted that night, i’m sure of it! so i do what any sane person would do, and i shoot him a message. maybe making new friends would make parties more enjoyable, and he could introduce me to that dude! win win situation right here.

miffybaby: hi, you were at that party right?😊

tsurug_i: hey i was😄 have we spoken before? i don’t remember what happened that night at all😅

miffybaby: are you feeling better? you didn’t look too good.. 😳 we didn’t really speak i just asked you if you were okay

tsurug_i: i just went a little crazy with the alcohol but thanks 😅 are you coming to the next one? it’s in a few days i think you should come

miffybaby: yeah i’ve noticed 😂 i might, my friends want to go and we are headed to that city so.. might as well

tsurug_i: oh😂 hope to see you there! but you have to remind me, i might not recognise you

miffybaby: if i don’t change my hair colour by then, you will notice my pink head

tsurug_i: damn i really don’t remember seeing a pink haired girl.. i had to be wasted af. i just saw your photos.. don’t change your hair, it’s pretty. i’ll recognise you for sure

woohooo i can’t believe i just made a friend! well, kind of. i’m so excited for the next party. i feel like it won’t be like the previous one, i can feel it!!!

the day of the party came but this time the party was in a brand new club, much much bigger one. way more space, even the outside area is pretty. there was even a boxing machine like in arcades, we gotta try that later! this is all so exciting and omg… i think i just saw that dude i’m curious about, i freak out a little and nudge my friends and they hype me up, today i will learn his name! his outfit is cute.. i just gotta ask tsurugi to introduce me to him. speaking of tsurugi, there he is i can hear and see him from miles away, hmm.. do i come up to him? should i just wait? he probably won’t recognise me tho. i turn to my friends to ask them what to do but before i can finish he’s already tapping on my shoulder.

“Hi! is it you?” he smiles so big, showing all his teeth and his braces reflect the lights in the dark room. funny contracts to all the tattoos covering his arms and his big frame. i just smile at him and shoot him a friendly hi, i thought that would be all but he just went all in and squeezed me into a tight hug. i guess he’s just like that.. i awkwardly pat him before pulling away and he introduces himself to my friends. “you look just like your photos i didn’t expect this” huh.. what is he on about.. how else am i supposed to look. i just laugh awkwardly as we walk to the bar getting some drinks, only cider for me. they’ve told him i’m not good with drinks so that was all i could of gotten, great now i got 3 people telling me not to drink and babysitting me. i take little sips and start feeling a bit tipsy, so i tell myself it’s the perfect time to ask. “hey i wanted to.. i wanted to know your friends name.” my eyes subtly glance over at him.. he’s sitting with a few people, barely interacting just observing and sipping on some drink. how mysterious, i really wanna know who he is. he looks over at him, pauses for a second. “oh him? he’s.. how can i say this” he stutters, scratching the back of his head.

“yes him! i wanted to know his name” i nervously look up at him hoping he will get the hint.

he leans down to my level as if to whisper but he’s almost screaming to overpower the volume of the music. “it’s a girl, her name is … s.. her name is hwa.”

i can feel my eyes widen and my heart start beating quicker. why do i feel so much relief and why am i suddenly so excited? i have to get to know her. there’s no way i can’t. i’m so damn gay and lucky.

it’s odd how tsurugi ditched his comically large friend group to spend time with us.. all his time.. i didn’t think he would do that, it’s really nice of him but.. why is he not introducing me to hwa yet..

“so, can you introduce me to her?” i poke him hoping he will do it, but instead he grabs my hand, holding it tightly in his suddenly as he pulls me a bit closer. “don’t worry about her, let’s go for a walk.”

[spectraspecs-writes]

Manaan - Chapter 125

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 124. Chapter 126.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

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The disassembly room is the other direction from the Selkath. We took a left to get there, we would have kept going straight to get to the north second of the base. So we backtrack back to where the path diverged and take a left, away from the base entrance.

A door. I don’t like the feel of it. I don’t let Carth or Canderous open it. “There’s a lot of power behind here,” I say, placing my hand on it, “Three Dark Jedi.”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Canderous says, “Not after you fought Malak.”

“I didn’t exactly win, in case you forgot,” I say, “And I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you two. They’ll only have to worry about me going head to head, and I can’t fight three at once, which makes it all the easier for them to go after you. I’m not sure your armor can hold up against a lightsaber.”

“Is there any way around?” Carth asks. (Canderous scoffs and rolls his eyes, annoyed I guess at us wanting to avoid a fight. I don’t care if he’s annoyed as long as he doesn’t touch the door.)

I pull out my data pad, look at the base schematic. “… There’s a long way, but there’s a complicated series of pressurized doors in between. Plus there’s no guarantee there won’t be even more Dark Jedi if we went around.”

“I can’t believe you two,” Canderous says, “Especially you, Carth. We both faced greater challenges during the Mandalorian War. And, hells, Rena, you were one of the challenges. And now you both want to turn back to avoid facing a mere three Jedi? You faced more than that on the Leviathan.”

“When - while you were off with everyone else sitting safe and sound on the Hawk? Or when Rena was risking her life fighting Malak alone?” Carth snaps back.

“If it weren’t for me in the ship we would still be there,” Canderous growls, getting in Carth’s face, “We never would have made it out of the hangar if I hadn’t gone ahead and taken care of the guards.”

“Don’t make me laugh - we took out half the Sith on the entire ship; the others could have handled a few troopers in the hangar,” Carth scoffs, “Oh, but you’re right, we never would have gotten out without you.” He rolls his eyes. “No, you ran and took the easy job. Maybe if you hadn’t run from the harder fight, Bastila would still be here and we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

Canderous grabs hold of the fabric around Carth’s neck, teeth gritted. “Do not presume to call me coward when you have not fought my battles!”

“That’s enough!” I hiss at both of them, “We don’t have time for this, and even if we did you two are throwing any attempts at discretion out the window! It’s a wonder the entire base doesn’t know we’re here, let alone the three Dark Jedi on the other side of this door!” Carth avoids my eyes, almost embarrassed, but Canderous huffs and looks away like he’s ignoring me. If you guys want to argue so bad, do it when we’re out of the base, but for now, can we at least pretend to be a united front?”

Carth tugs at his shirt, straightening it. “You’re right, Rena. I’m sorry. We should focus on the problem at hand.”

Canderous says nothing. I don’t expect an apology, frankly. His pride is standing in the way of that. Plus, the only way Carth’s remarks could have struck so deep is if the wound was already open. He’s not innocent here by any stretch - he started the fight in the first place - but it’s definitely not the standard animosity between him and Carth. There’s more than that at play here.

Just like I need them to focus, so do I. How can three Sith be taken out quickly and with minimal injury for us? I could overload a power conduit, but I can’t see any access points here. Yes, we could technically go back to a computer, but every minute we’re here we risk detection and going back to the computer would take precious time. Going around is not the best plan - figuring out those pressurized doors would also take precious time. I wonder… Back on the Leviathan, I was able to figure out Jolee’s stunning trick, and it helped us win that fight fairly quickly. If I can stun even one of these Dark Jedi that will make the fight much easier. They’ll see me the moment I open the door, so I have to do it fast. Focus. One hand hovering over the door panel. “Get behind me,” I say, and they do (Canderous reluctantly.) I reach my other hand out and breathe. Focus. The minute I open the door I need them to be stunned. One… two… Tap the door panel, release the feeling. Two of them are stunned in the middle of turning their heads. The third is not. That’s okay, one is better than three. I jump to the one while Carth and Canderous focus themselves on the stunned two.

The unfrozen one is a master, the others his apprentices. He fights like Master Zhar does, the same movements, the same strength. But then for a moment he gets distracted. Usually, I’d take that moment of folly and gain an edge, but I see the same distraction out of the corner of my eye. Canderous, rather than solely using his blaster rifle, has wretched the lightsaber from one of the apprentices and is using it to attack the apprentice. Unsurprisingly, his form is sloppy and untrained. Lightsabers require different techniques than swords and vibroblades. not only is the weight different, but self-inflicted injuries from lightsabers can be fatal Despite his poor form, the apprentice falls quickly - technique or no, it’s a laser sword, if you can’t defend yourself it does a lot of damage - and Canderous rushes the master with a yell. The sheer force of his rage pushes me aside and catches the master off-guard. If I had come at him with rage, he would have encouraged me to give in to my anger. If I did that for even a second he would have a victory. But a non-Jedi… he isn’t prepared for that. Certainly not one with such brute strength as Canderous has right now. He pushes harder than the master expects, and cuts his head off with a shout.

I’m stunned myself. Why would he have done that? I had this sorted. He could have, would have, gotten himself killed if the master wasn’t so stunned that he couldn’t provide any defense. Canderous deactivates the lightsaber and stands over the corpse. The rage is pouring out of him like a gusher. He’s going to get us all killed if this keeps up! When I finally gather myself, I come up to him and shove him - for a moment he looks like he wants to strike back twice as hard, but he doesn’t. “What the hell was that?”

“You thought you couldn’t handle it, so I did!” he half shouts at me, “What’s your problem?”

“Look, I’m already questioning my capabilities, I don’t need you undermining them, too,” I say, “I said I couldn’t handle three Dark Jedi at once, so don’t put words in my mouth. I had this under control!”

“What does it matter? He’s dead! What does it matter if it was by my hand?”

“It clearly matters to you, otherwise you wouldn’t have cut his head off!” I shout back, “Taking that lightsaber was a stupid move. If you had any understanding of the Jedi you’d know it isn’t just a laser sword - you could have killed yourself! You could have killed me! And good luck freeing Bastila then!”

“I know exactly what it is, and that’s exactly why I took it!” He steps closer, challenging me. To my own surprise, I hold my ground. “I took the bond between him and his vaunted weapon and I used it against him, took the power to kill another. If this were the Mandalorian Wars you would have done the same thing. For all I know - for all you know! - maybe you did! But now? I look at you now…” His voice gets low. He surveys me. Not finishing his thought. Then he sighs. “Forget it.” He tries to step away.

I cut him off. “Say it!”

He meets my eyes, firing darts at me. “You’re not the same person who defeated my people,” he growls, “I could have counted on Revan to fight at my side, but you? Trying to avoid fights? Make them easier? You would have run from this fight if you could have. Revan never would have. Five years ago you bested my people in combat, but now I see fear behind your eyes. You’ve not Revan. Revan would have killed me where I stood. But you couldn’t even stop your own apprentice.”

“That’s enough!” Carth forces himself between us, “Canderous, whatever is going on with you, get ahold of yourself and stop using both of us as your personal punching bags. This is not the time. If you can’t follow Rena then go back to the entrance and wait. Otherwise your fight is with the Sith, not her.” Carth, I do not need you fighting my battles for me! “And you.” He turns to me. “We spent a whole week on Alderaan, a whole week of Master Zhar working with you to keep Revan under control. A whole week to convince you that you’re more than just Darth Revan. Do not let all that time go to waste.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine!” I say loudly.

“I watched your fingers spark, don’t tell me you’re fine,” he pushes back.

They… they did? I didn’t even feel it. But Carth wouldn’t lie to me, especially not about something like that. If he hadn’t stepped in, I could have killed Canderous. No matter what he did, that doesn’t justify me electrocuting him to death.

Canderous huffs. He was looking for a fight and he’s angry he didn’t get one, but for now I think he’s going to let it go. Whatever is on his mind will come out soon enough, but we have to finish here first. However it happened, these three Dark Jedi are dead, and I doubt Canderous is going to make a habit out of using a lightsaber. It’s not an easy weapon to use. 

I consult the map again, to see which of the two doors here goes the right direction. Looks like… the door on the left; the one straight ahead goes to those pressurized doors. Left goes to those droids I deactivated earlier, and the part of the base where the Selkath most likely are. “This way,” I say, and I start ahead. But I don’t feel either man following me, at first. Which is weird - Canderous makes sense, but Carth, too? When I stop and turn around, though, they’re both following me, albeit further back than they would have been if they had been following me from the word go. Whatever. Not important.

[shrineofdolls]

at the risk of losing followers (when am i not at risk for that lol) im going to just admit this out loud cus i don't care. warning in the tags

i still have a desire to self harm but it's not because i dislike myself or think i deserve pain. i find the idea of scarring my body very Hot. not somebody else mind you, this is very much so a private kink between me, myself, and i.

i don't let others hurt me anymore. an ex boyfriend tried to choke me out in some fucked up backwards attempt to "win me back". i had bruises on my neck for weeks. it wasn't planned, it wasn't consensual. we hadn't dated for years. it left me feeling deeply insecure and afraid. funny enough the dude also disliked that i self harmed, go figure. he wanted to cut me but he wanted me to stop. gross behavior. idk how to trust people around the subject anymore. anywho.

i used to self harm because i was in a lot of uncomfortable situations where i had little control. it felt good to take out my frustrations on something, and i felt the scars looked cute on my body. it was like a tattoo but i was too young, poor, and quite possibly too stupid at the time to get one. so i self harmed. never cut deep enough to get to the white stuff except once lol. often i was cutting words into myself that had meaning to me. when i showed another self harmer they shamed me because they felt my scars were pathetic and superficial. i realized cutting wasn't a social activity lol so i mostly kept it to myself.

my ex girlfriend hated that i self harmed and when i told her why she said it was disgusting. she told me i was doing it because i was abused. i guess she wasn't wrong about that ROFL. she had backwards views on kink. really funny though because she was into incest but my self harm was too gross for her. Note: i don't give a shit if you have an incest kink. she insinuated that i self harmed because i was angry with her and that i was doing it to have control over her. i wasn't doing it because of her, i just thought it was fun to cut myself LOL. well and i was going through a lot, with being in foster care and dealing with my broken family. i was horny, sad, and wanted to play with pain. she thought my freak behavior was unacceptable. we never did roleplay incest together. we barely had sex. she often would call me mentally ill.

i don't self harm now. i actually feel like I'm a coward because i don't anymore, like I've lost my edge. two major gender affirming surgeries and scars across my chest and stomach, but i still feel like I'm weak. that said, i don't think it's in my best interest to return to it. i legit think i was addicted in a way, and i had to keep scars fresh on both my thighs or else I'd feel naked. i would seek out things to be upset about and then proceed to chanel that energy into cutting. now in days i would rather do something fun like watch a tv show or go on a walk or stand on my spikey mat because at least that doesn't leave marks.

real talk if you self harm consider buying one of these they're really fun to play with:

sit on it with your bare ass. that might be fun.

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my insight of why pink d/rose is lowk kinda a coward

ok soooo how do i begin. umm right okay right off the bat we all know that rose is pink d, but can we take a moment to acknowledge that when rose was pink d she was lowk like rlly annoying? because god forbid you get told to grow up a little and not cry about not getting a planet which you ended up literally killing like twice and so on etc etc. pink d was suchhh a baby like eughhhhh it is NOT the end of the world. like blue and yellow could of handled the situations better but i would of been sick and tired if she kept on nagging me like every century about wanting a colony. and then when she DID get a colony guess what she did? ye? liked it too much she thugged out and faked her shattering, turned into rose, caused a war, almost destroyed earth, made white diamond rlly depressed n allat, made home world go into a great depression, and can we please talk about how selfish she was? like, full on dates greg and got pregnant KNOWING she’d ‘die’ and just made pearl, garnet & amythest deal with it? like no condolences or nothing? pearl was HEARTBROKEN throughout the last months or something, i’d be mad at greg for a long time like she was, and resentful over rose. they both went through so much together and people say PEARL is the selfish one, like how would YOU feel if the person you looked up to for THOUSANDS OF YEARS, went through a whole WAR together, got over so much together just die like that? no wonder pearl took so long to win over steven, i’d do the same. how pearl talked and romanticised rose because she was all pearl knew for a very long time. i feel like rose took her and pearl’s relationship for granted to be honest as well. i love you rose, but you have steven trauma to put it simply and made him finish and fix so much stuff you started and destroyed, he went through so much because you couldn’t be bothered doing anything about it. like sure rip ig but okay?? did not ask?? like elephant in the room typa vibe. but erm yea love u rose rip x 💕