#i shouldn't tee hee at this

[tomato-ace]

something something Madoka as the ever benevolent God has at least two secretaries something something Homura as "The Evil Devil" (as she likes to put it) is ALL ALONE something something Madoka as a GOD has help something something HOMURA FOR FUCKS SAKE LET YOURSELF LOVE AND BE LOVED ACCEPT YOUR LOVED ONES HANDS AND LET THEM PULL YOU UP LET YOURSELF BE HELPED YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN OF THE UNIVERSE ALL BY YOURSELF PLEASE GET THERAPY PLEASE DON'T DEMONIZE YOURSELF AND YOUR LOVE YOU'RE 14 YEARS OLD PLEASE MADOKA LOVES YOU YOUR FRIENDS LOVE YOU FUCK KYUBEY FUCK THE INCUBATORS STOP PUNISHING YOURSELF FOR EXISTING AS AN IMPERFECT PERSON LEARN TO ACCEPT YOURSELF AS YOU ARE AND LEARN TO GROW YOU'RE NOT A MONSTER FOR LOVING SOMEONE AND BEING SELFISH ABOUT IT OR ABOUT ANYTHING HOMURA LISTEN TO ME-

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵. That said, when speaking of his paramour with the mention of Mystra, it is not a slight. After all, Mystra, the goddess, wasn't just his lover; she, as she'll remain, controls the Weave.

As a scholar of magic for all his life, Gale is thoroughly enamored with it. He's always had the Weave, casting spells and enchantments for as far as his long memory goes, and there's no power on earth that can pale that devotion. When Gale says Mystra's name, in love, it is never with yearning. When he tells his lover that he forgets his goddess when he stands beside them, he means quite literally that he foregoes his faith. He doesn't mention her like a quality benchmark with which they've somehow surpassed, but to punctuate how wholly he has fallen for them. With a new, honest love, he is turned entirely from Mystra. In fact, so utterly bewitched, he's like a born again man. He isn't besotted by his goddess, held stalwart in her sway and seemingly, abundantly, and frustratingly stubborn. After that disastrous relationship, I promise you, Gale spares not a single thought toward her. She might have control of the Weave, and as such, stands still his only patron deity, but his new, doting lover? They become something of a new religion for him; he is most devoted, taken by, and so loyal to them.

He does not see Mystra. Do not assume he still feels for her.

He's a man of one love, and they will have all of him.

[tallbluelady]

How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?

With aetherytes around the globe, it's a lot easier to travel to and fro. With that being said, Rowan prefers if she and Urianger stay on the same continent/shard/celestial body. They actually end up getting married on the moon when he offers to keep vigil over the bindings keeping Zeromus on the Thirteenth because she doesn't want him to be alone there. And a HUGE part of why I'm reworking Khaliun is that Rowan is going to mostly be with Urianger through most of MSQ post EW. Having a co-Warrior of Light to handle the adventures without him makes my heart happy :D.

Thanks for the ask!

[lemonhemlock]

Happy birthday! And Happy Easter! Have a good one

oh thank you so much. i'm taking a little breather right now as i have some days off from work

[humanoidalt]

Me cause Im on a trip and sharing a studio apartment with three people, and now they think Im a grumpy morning person, when in fact Im like this is because I don't get my alone time morning that consists of just cooking my own breakfast picking out my clothes and listening to silly tunes

[were--ralph]

I get a lot of people in my inbox thanking me for being horny for fat and/or hairy guys and it genuinely baffles me. like, and I mean this so genuinely from the bottom of my heart, I don't understand what's not to love. I know society is cruel to fat men and hairy men and especially fat hairy men, but like. society shouldn't control what you like and I don't think I've ever been in a situation where I thought "I can't let them know I like that".

I guess there's always a societal pressure to fit in but it's 2024 we should all be beyond that and loving who we love regardless of what other people think or say. like people are all "tee hee love is love! Love wins! Diversity!" but somehow being fat just isn't included in that and it's. so weird.

I recently had a conversation with a straight coworker who wanted me to watch some show about gay couples because it had a lot of "hot guys" in it but it was just. athletic-built men and that's so boring, so when I told her it was not my type and I liked bigger guys, it was like I committed murder in front of the lord himself. it feels so. hypocritical to say "Love is love, love whoever you want" but we pull the reigns when it's a fat guy and not even fat fat, like chubby is too much for some people.

and I think chubby has become more passable, but the definition of chubby now is like a guy whose abs aren't visible 24/7 and that's. like. not it lol. like if he don't jiggle when he giggle i don't think that's chub.

anyway im rambling and i just think fat men and hairy men and fat hairy men are hot and people need to admit it more than just saying things to fit in and be "normal" because it alienates a large portion of people in the world, and not just men, all to fit in with a social norm that couldn't care if you died. love what you love and be loud about it.

[shares-a-vest]

'Steve Harrington – Actual Babysitter?' (Drabble Prompt: Fluff)

Eddie walks into Family Video expecting to find Steve lolling on his swivel chair behind the counter and flipping through a magazine instead of doing... Well, whatever actually is written on that clipboard Robin is typically flapping about for fear of the wrath of Keith.

But Robin isn't in today and the store is quiet. Aka, it's the perfect opportunity for Eddie to come in with Steve's lunch, where they sit together and chat. No, he doesn't bring it every Wednesday like clockwork. And no, he isn't bringing along his own lunch so he can pretend it's a date or anything.

No – definitely nothing like that.

Even if there is some banter that some people (Robin) might describe as flirting.

It's just that he has to take what he can get lately when it comes to his kinda-sorta big, fat, dumb crush on Steve. Especially now that the guy is disappointingly incommunicado on their no-longer Sunday Night pizzas.

Steve insists he isn't dating anyone – and he sure is complaining about that fact enough. But, well...

Eddie does worry.

And he damn near panics at the sight of an empty Family Video. The store is eerily silent too as he steps inside and looks around.

"St – "

"– Oovie!"

Eddie jolts with a yelp as the babbling yell of what could only be the shrill tones of a whole-ass human child reverberates around him.

"Yes, buddy," comes Steve's voice from behind the counter, "Oh – well, maybe not Rambo."

Eddie tip-toes forward and places his hands on the counter before he peers over the edge, where he finds Steve surrounded by the parts of a dismantled VCR. In his lap is indeed a human child, a boy with chestnut brown hair who couldn't be more than two.

He doesn't know all that much about kids, really, but Eddie is pretty certain the little squirt shouldn't be waving around a videotape with such force Steve might get clomped in the head at any moment.

The boy yell-babbles again and Steve swerves away from a side swipe to his beautiful noggin.

"Okay, maybe we shouldn't play with this one," Steve says, gently placing his hand on the tape and giving it a light tug.

The boy squirms, and in doing so makes direct eye contact with Eddie. They both startle, and Eddie thinks if anyone was watching, they might say his eyes look as wide as the kid's staring up at him.

The boy points at Eddie and coos with a big, toothy grin.

"Stee!"

"Can you stop –" Steve grumbles, cutting himself off as the boy begins to tilt them sideways. He looks up and gasps, "Oh!"

Steve scrambles upright with the boy, who makes an (admittedly, adorable) wooshing sound as he is swooped up and bundled into a pair of burly arms that today appear to be bursting out of the confines of a navy blue polo shirt.

Eddie blushes, looking back at the boy in an attempt to regulate his heart rate.

"What's with the baby, Steve?" he says, trying to sound biting rather than flustered as Steve props the kid on his hip like it's second nature.

Steve takes the boy's hand and bounces him a little as he tries to encourage a wave, "You know Angie, my mom's best friend? This is her kid, George."

George finally waves and Steve grins, all proud in a way that makes Eddie's cheeks blush. Shit, he really wasn't prepared for something like this to happen today.

Or maybe like ever, really.

"George," he nods, offering a two-finger salute.

"Angie stopped by and realised she forgot something over at Melvad's," Steve explains, swaying now as George looks around the store, "So I'm taking care of little Georgie for a minute."

Georgie?

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face.

"I s-see," he splutters as he comes up for air.

"And we are fixing VCRs today, aren't we, Georgie?" Georgie tee-hees at that and oh goddamn it, now the little gremlin is trying to get his tiny, pudgy arms around Steve for a hug, "Then we're gonna pick a movie for Sunday Funday."

"Oovie!" Georgie cheers.

Wait.

"You're babysitting on Sundays?"

"Yeah," Steve shrugs before looking down at George with a fond smile, "I kinda like it, y'know?"

[shepscapades]

giggling kickimg my feet

I'm sorry I just love these two in your artstyle and in your au (dbhc docsuma save me, save me dbhc docsuma,,,)

Also I'm such a big fan of body language in your comics so--

uh

closed position! It's a sign of anger, discomfort and overall it can be seen as creating a barrier which well happens here, Xisuma was leaving when Doc stopped him, X doesn't want to talk to him but he still pretends like it's completely fine, the "Sure! What's up?" is bolder than his previous talking because it's clearly forced here, he really doesn't want to stay here any longer but on the other hand he also doesn't want to upset Doc (trying to please everyone huh)

it shows in how his speech is constructed here, he wants the conversation to end as fast as possible, he's not hesitant he just flatly anwers everything as if he didn't care about the outcome or about Doc's concerns, just dismissing him, shoving him away , trying to hide his nervousness from Doc but well.. failing as we can see in the next pages

Doc starts feeling uncomfortable and unsure, he's overwhelmed by the flat response because he knows Xisuma never talks like that, he knows him, he knows X would at least reconsider what he's saying

Xisuma's response really worries Doc here (love the visual of a shadow behind the speech bubble indicating that it's in fact supposed to be a bit worrying as a response) Doc is certain now that something isn't right, he talks about his concerns and once again rubs his neck which shows he's really uncomfortable right now.

Xisuma's tail stills and his speech bubbles become loose and foggy, as if he just started wondering about something, as if he started slowly coming back to his senses because of Doc's reaction, he's busy and doesn't want to talk with Doc but still he doesn't want to upset his friend and it's exactly what he just did. X becomes unsure he's unsure of himself 'what am I doing?' (also just a quick thought, I love his shoes, like what even are they)

it continues on the next page, his speech bubbles still loose and foggy, he's rubbing the back of his neck - he's unsure, he shouldn't act like that, he maybe even feels a bit bad about himself: how could he just dismiss Doc and his concerns like that? He's not himself and he knows it, his fins also drop which indicates his unsureness even more, he's afraid of himself (also his style of speech changes, he's not speaking flatly like before but actually hesitates a bit before saying anything)

Xisuma's concerns disappear instantly as if something took over him the moment he started getting close to thinking something isn't right (Evil X heheheheh <3) it's visible in his eyes (they deifinetely weren't pink before, it's kinda cool it's the only time we see them in this comic tho) speech bubbles: the lines are bolder as if they were forcing his thoughts to stay in them, to not wander around, to not overthink anything, to not think about anything else in contrast to the loose foggy speech bubbles. Also colour of the text changed, from Xisuma's normal toned purplish pink to very saturated pink, which could be a sign of control (this control doesn't last very long because in the next page it changes back to a bit more toned purplish pink but still a bit bolder than the one from the loose bubbles from before

the concerning thing is that X isn't as nervous as he was at the start, now he doesn't dismiss Doc with ending all of his statements with "." but with "!" (+the tail swishing) as if he was more cheerful now, as if he forgot about anything that just happened. Doc is ofc concerned about that (his eye glowing yellow, him standing in a closed position in the last panel, still unsure and unconvinced. Worried about his friend too, he knows something isn't right,,,

aye uh, I just wrote this in one sitting, sorry if this is nonsense but dbhc docsuma is doing things to my brain

I could ramble about this even more but I think it would lose sense after some time so tee hee

I could talk about manipulation and it's victims so much more but uhhh too much writing already, also love body language with all my heart so this is a treat for me

MAYYYY THIS BREAKDOWN IS INSANENNEEEEE I’m gonna clear up some of the emotions that are being traded here (like, I think X’s standoffishness might be more of a restless kind of thing than anger or annoyance) when I make the explanation/breakdown post, but MAN I just wanted to post this so I can thank u for your insanity and let you know it goes SUPER seen and I’m kicking my feet like a crazy person (there are a LOT of really really good theory posts and asks that I can’t/don’t want to answer yet so this is also me saying I read/see everything please know this) but i hated to let this sit in my ask box HEHE

It’s SOOO gratifying to see someone pick through all of the details :D and i can’t wait to explain everything in more detail!!! >:D

[vivithefolle]

Hi Vivi! I'd like to ask something as a Ron fan. How abusive is Ron really in book six? He gave Hermione the silent treatment, and when I decided to research about the silent treatment I found it's a form of psychological abuse???? WHAT??? I love him so much but he literally disgusts me in this book, making girls cry, and what he did to Hermione isn't exactly forgivable. The more I think about it the less I like him which is a shame, because I would defend him with my life but the hbp makes it IMPOSSIBLE for me to feel sympathy for him. And it kinda icks me how hermione keeps crying over a boy who might not even be worthy her tears. Jkr clearly wants to villainize him in some way and make us hate him and think he's gross and unworthy. And unfortunately, that bitch succeeds by ruining his arc

Okay okay, valid. Somewhat.

Because. Really. Remember.

Who's the one who later *extends* the silent treatment?

I'm sure you've read some asshole basher's take on HBP!Ron and yeah it's certainly not his proudest book. But know who else is an absolute dickface who's not worthy of Ron's tears in that book?

Hermione.

Hermione and her "spared Ron one look of disdain". Hermione and her treating Ron coldly when he reacts to Lavender being nice to him (while Hermione withholds attention from him deliberately, WHICH IS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR but Rowling justifies with "oh but that's how girls are like tee hee"). Hermione and her "golden bullets", Harry and his "yeah Ron you may have just gotten assaulted but shouldn't YOU apologize to Hermione cause yknow it's basically your fault if she's an unhinged violent asshole who thinks she's allowed to hurt you as a form of retribution?". Hermione and her "I like really good Quidditch players". Hermione and, when Ron *immediately* tries to talk to her once he sees her upon returning from Christmas, her blatantly ignoring Ron and keeping the silent treatment going UNTIL RON'S BIRTHDAY IN MARCH. RON KEPT THE SILENT TREATMENT GOING FOR LIKE ~3 WEEKS, HERMIONE KEPT IT UP FOR MONTHS.

You see, the book keeps crowing that Ron is immature and stupid and isn't Hermione just so out of his league and so much better than him, isn't it such a tragedy that such a good girl cries over such an unworthy boy?

But then you remember the actual events, you remember the stuff that Hermione actually did and that Rowling treats as though it's just desserts for Ron or "girl stuff", you remember that Rowling talks at length about all that Ron fucks up and how he's sooo mean and horrible for making girls cry waaah... but then remember. Remember Hermione's actions, remember how Hermione treats Ron as though he belongs to her, how she consciously withholds affection from him to control him and once he subverts that control? She consciously, deliberately, physically attacks him. Then starts months of silent treatment that only end when Ron ALMOST FUCKING DIES.

At every turn, she proves worse than Ron ever is - Ron accidentally harmed Demelza, Hermione deliberately harmed Ron; Ron did the silent treatment a bit, Hermione prolonged it even as Ron tried to reconnect; only thing she didn't do is make Ron cry and that's because Ron isn't allowed to express hurt by crying because he's a boy, but she definitely hurt him just like he hurt her, and perhaps even worse because she deliberately targeted his insecurities.

And remember, Hermione is supposed to be "the mature one". "She who is out of Ron's league". The sacred all-knowing brilliant girl who is so nice and loving and only the worthy may wield, or something.

This is the behaviour of our "mature above all" goddess? Ron's behaviour, except worse because she does it for longer and with full intent? If Ron's behaviour in HBP makes him unworthy of Hermione, then what does Hermione's behaviour in HBP make her? I think, perhaps, it makes her unworthy of being considered someone Ron should "prove" worthy of.

In short: whatever Ron does in HBP, Hermione does, and worse. It's just that Rowling deliberately puts more emphasis on Ron's behaviour so you will think he's bad, and "softens" Hermione's bullshit with "oh but she's a girl, she's emotional, and it's really just Ron's fault she acted like an abusive dick :/" which in my language we call victim blaming and sexist double-standards.

Ron gets ruined by Rowling. And Hermione? Hermione is Rowling's idea of a perfect girl. A bossy, controlling nightmare who can make your "best friend" think it's YOUR fault she hit you. A dickhead who weaponizes her tears as a shield to deflect any form of criticism, an actual child who can't reflect on her behaviour for shit and will always make it everyone else's problem, a tantrum-throwing brat who for all her supposed "intelligence" has nothing to show for it but grades that don't mean shit in an actual job.

If Ron isn't "worthy" of this, then I'm happy for him. Indeed it feels more like Hermione, despite Rowling's intent, is less of a prize and more of a curse.

[vulpixisananimal]

(You wake up again.)

(Your head was killing you. Stars, what blinding happened near the end there? It was so blurry. Right, right, piece it together. Breathe in, and out. Stars, your head is killing you.)

(Alright. You were talking to Ramos, you ticked them off somehow, Mal Du Pays took over, you fought, where kicked out of front, and. . . When you got back, Ramos was KOed, you looked around, found a few things, jumped out of the window and- ouch.)

(Of course you wouldn't survive that height.)

(Oh great, you finally come back. Stars, what did you DO to Ramos!)

(Me?)

(YES! YOU! YOU KICKED ME OUT!)

(. . .)

(. . . You didn't kick me out?)

(. . . Great. You take another breath, your head was killing you, why? It's not like you did anything different. You look to your side.)

(!!! The quesadillas! Odiles theory worked! That, at least, puts a smile on your face. Well, Loop, it's time to try again.)

(You get out of bed.)

(And you collapse to the floor.)

(You. . . You feel numb. You can't feel your legs, your arms, your head. Your BLINDING head! Stars, what happened! A wave of nausea washed over you, you felt hot, like you were about to pass out.)

(Focus. Breathe in, and out. In, and out. In, and out. . .)

(You- Ack. Don't talk. You mean well but, can't, think, right. You breathe in, and out. Slowly, your chest pressing against the hard wood floors of your room. Your head pounded, like it was about to split in two. Your vision, where you seeing double?)

(It's. . . It was like The End, no, no this is worse.)

(This is. So. Much. Worse.)

(Shouldn't, it shouldn't be THIS bad, right? What, what happened? We looped on instinct once when fighting Ramos-)

(No. It was at least four times.)

(FOUR?!? You only remembered once! How! So, shouldn't that make this Loop. . . 12?)

(. . .)

(. . . Right, Mal?)

(I remember if we loop. Even if I do not remember what happens in those loops. I remember we looped on instinct four times. I remember feeling time pressing against our body. I remember not remembering, too. This is loop number 19.)

(. . .)

(. . . And, and you don't remember anything else?)

(I am just as confused as you.)

(You lie down on the floor, defeated. Right. Alright. You looped on instinct to beat Ramos, and, you looped a lot more than you thought, or, remember.)

(And it wasn't you?)

(It wasn't me, ater the second time we looped on instinct, I was forced out, I remember nothing more.)

(. . . . .)

(. . . Ha. HahahahAHAHAHA)

(Ha. . . . . .)

(You were slowly dying, weren't you. These loops were killing you. You had it easy so far, some time to rest up maybe, eat a snack, take a nap, whatever. But now, but now because of whatever just happened, you could barely move.)

(You stay like this for what feels like an eternity.)

(Could you get your friends? Or, call for them? Doubtful, the window is right over there, if you could open it? No, not possible. Smash it? Maybe. You try and pull yourself up off the floor, and nearly black out.)

(Why is it so much worse. It's so much worse than anything you've ever felt. You want to cry. You can't even cry, are you dehydrated?)

(You can't move, so, you just, wait. . .)

(. . .)

(Is this purgatory? Or perhaps something worse.)

(We're cursed, aren't we.)

(This craft was always a curse, tee hee~)

(Play with a curse, play with a wish. See what good comes from such a painful twist.)

(The Universe guides, we follow.)

(If the Universe guides, then I'd happily stay lost.)

(You keep breathing, you close your eyes-)

(No, keep them open. Don't pass out.)

(Right, fine. Fine. You hold your eyes open, stuck in your own head. Eventually, after what feels like days, you hear someone come up the stairs, you hear them get closer, and, please, please, please. . .)

(They knock on your door.) "Loop? Siffrin?" (It's Mirabelle.) "Are you awake?"

(You try and respond, you try and say something, but your throat, you can't, you can't speak!)

"W-well, I'm going to come in, a-alright?"

(Yes yes yes YES YES YES!)

(Mirabelle opens the door, the light from the hallway blinding you. She sees you, and gasps, running over.)

"S- L-loop!!! A-are, are you alright?!? What happened!!"

(You try and say something, no sound comes out.)

(Now you see what I must live with, Loop.)

"H-here, let me see." (She starts her healing crafts, it wont be anything like that, probably. She calls downstairs.) "C-could I get Some help!!"

(Ha, those footsteps sounds like thunder. That must be Isabeau, leaping up the stairs three at a time probably, and on cue here he is, practically skidding to a stop at your doorway.)

"L-loop!!!" (He rushes over too.) "What happened?!?!"

"I-I don't know! I-it doesnt look like they can talk, a-and they don't look hurt, I think, b-but. . ."

(You open your mouth again, looking at Isabeau. You try and mouth the word 'exhaustion', or anything like it. Please, please, please. . .)

". . . I-I think, it could be the craft exhaustion?"

"O-oh!! Alright! Go grab those tonics we got together! And some water!" (Isabeau was off like a rocket.)

(Mirabelle is done with her healing craft, and was checking your temeprature, your heartbeat. It was nice.)

"I-I'm sorry if, uhm, y-you're not good with touch. But I have to be sure."

(You very gently nod. Touch was, hard, still. But Mirabelle's was nice. . . You stop yourself from drifting off to sleep.)

(Isabeau came back very quickly, a whole armfull of tonics and a jug of water with a cup.) "I-I grabbed them all, s-sorry!"

"Nono! That's alright! Get them some water."

(Isabeau gently lifts your head off the ground; you nearly faint then and there. He got a cup, filled it, and put it to your lips. Gently, gently. . .)

(You cough and choke on first attempt, but second time you get some water. Stars, it's like liquid life being poured into your veins.)

"A-alright, alright, lets try some ginger first, here, Loop, j-just, try and drink it all." (Mirabelle holds the small bottle of ginger juice to your lips as Isa helps your head. Stars, embaressing. . .)

(. . . Ack-)

(You cough, a lot, a full coughing fit. Your head is pounding still, but, your can at least breathe easier. You flex your fingers, your toes, alright, still there. Good. You open your mouth.)

". . . .T-thank you. . ." (It's all you could get out.)

(You could see the fear fall from their faces. Haha, you weren't going to die again~)

"Don't try to talk, alright? Just, just keep breathing, for me, ok?" (Isabeau said, so softly. . .)

"C-could you try lifting them? Onto the bed?"

"Oh deffinatly! Just, you alright with that Loop?"

(You softly nod. You trusted him.)

(Isabeau picks you up, haha, you must weigh nothing at all. He places you down on the warm, comforting, bed.)

"Better?" (Isa asks, you nod.) "Good, rest up some more and then-"

(You shake your head and try talking again.) "O-odile. . . Thhheory. ."

"Theory- Oh!" (Mira perked up.) "Odiles theory must be right!"

"In that case. . ." (Isa looks between you and Mirabelle, thinking.) "You could, let everyone know? I'll stay here and make sure they're ok."

"R-right!" (Mirabelle nods and gets up, dashing downstairs.)

(Isabeau lets out a sigh of relief, he turned back to you.) "Water?"

(You nod, he helps you take another sip. You try not to choke. Stars, he felt so soft, softer than the bed beneath you. Your throat is sore, but better.)

". . .S-sorry. . ."

"Hey!!" (Isabeau put a hand to your forhead.) "Why are you appoligising? You didn't do anything wrong."

(Mhhgh, he has a point. It just, felt like you had done something wrong. You nod.) ". . . L-looped. . . A-a lot. . . At, once. . ."

"Oh Change. . ." (He was gently stroking your head, oh stars. . . He was, so soft. Your breathing steadied.) "Let's, let's try and avoid that then."

(You nod, taking a moment before your next sentence.) "D-didnt, mean to."

"Hey it's okay, mistakes happen- oh right." (He takes his hand away from your head.) "A-are you-"

"Nnnnooooooo~" (You say, looking all sad.)

"Snrk- A-alright, alright." (He goes back to patting your head.) "You're delirous right now, I think."

"Hehh. . . Llllloopy. . ."

"Haha! Yeah!! Loopy!!" (He smiles at you. Stars. . .)

(You wish you could get out of here. Get out of this damn day. Just, you just wish that Ramos wouldn't bother you. Just leave you alone. You want what you do each day to matter, to mean something. But, but now. . .)

(There's a knock on the door, It was Odile.)

"Oh! Come in M'dame!"

"Thank you- Oh Gems. . ." (Odile walked over and knelt down beside your bed.) ". . . You look terrible."

(You try smiling back.)

"I think it's craft exhaustion, it would make sense, right?" (Isa asks.)

"Right." (Odile looks you over, tapping a finger on your bedside table.) "You said my theory worked?"

(You nod.)

"They aparently looped a lot at once, too." (Isa chimed in.) "So, would it be like straining yourself exercising, but not feeling it untill the adrenaline wears off?"

"That makes sense." (She's tapping her finger faster.) "How many loops was it?"

(Loops loops, you said it was, what 19? and we were, we were on 8, or 9, so-)

(It's 10.)

"T-ten. . ."

"!!!!!"

"Gems alive. . ."

"D-dont, dont remember them. . ."

"You Don't?" (Odile looks surprised. She and Isa look at eachother, worried.) "Did Ramos touch you?"

"Nnoooo. . ." (What happened.) "Looped, every time, they was, about to."

"Interesting." (Odile stands up again.) "Does Ramos show up here, eventually?"

"Ttthree aafter, noon."

(She nods, and turns to Isabeau.) "I'll leave them in your hands, Isabeau, we'll make plans to deal with Ramos-"

"Nnnooooo-" (Your breathing quickens, you try getting up, but collaps almost immedatly.)

"Loop, you can't try fighting Ramos like this, or talking to them, or, well anything." (Isabeau got your bedsheet and covered you with it.) "You need to rest, I'll be here, and. . ."

". . ." (Odile looks between you two, still concerned.) "We'll have it handled, Loop."

(You don't even try to reply, you weren't going to win this argument. You just sigh and lay back.)

(Odile leaves, Isabeau stays. He talks to you, stars, things were getting blurry again. You reply almost on instinct to him, he asks about the loops, what happened, everything. You feel so, floaty. Your body still feels so numb. He helps you eat, drink. Bonnie and Nille visit soon after, Everyone does a few times.)

(You had been doing so well.)

(They made a plan for you. They got ready. They figured out how the loops work. You got plans to figure out what Ramos' deal was. You had so much.)

(But now you could barely move.)

(You don't drift off to sleep, to sleep is to lock yourself into the present. You can't do that, you'd lose, no matter what, you'd lose.)

(It calls to you, it's so hard, to stay, awake. . . Awake. . .)

[red-wop]

Guys, I know we've all watched Dimension Jump and gone "God, Lister is so starstruck with Ace" but theres a moment which I'm not sure I've seen anyone comment on from Rimmer and Lister's conversation at the end of the episode:

And I'm probably reading too much into everything but the moment where Lister pauses, to me at least, looks so much like he genuinely considered Rimmer's statement for a moment before realising that it's just another version of Rimmer he just imagined that with. And it's Rimmer, the person he's told himself that he really shouldn't like and who he knows probably really doesn't like him either. But yet he's just momentarily imagined getting married to some version of him anyway.

It's also the breath he takes which my over analysing brain has gone and taken as a steadying himself breath from that thought of marrying Ace.

And also, you can only just tell, but just before he begins to speak it almost looks like he was intending to say something else?? Before then realising that he needed to actually respond to Rimmer.

ALSO! He never denies any of the stuff Rimmer says about him and Ace, it's always just a subtle change in topic like "I don't understand your attitude Rimmer, he's you". It's more like he's responding to Rimmer's general and more intense snideyness towards and about Ace instead of the claim that Lister and Ace could be together, very subtly avoiding the topic

ANYWAY, tee hee I love over analysing things which were almost certainly not intentional by actors. The pause and breath could very well just be Lister being shocked that Rimmer's being quite so jealous about Ace

Idk lol

[yennas-stuff]

I think we would all benefit from being nicer to each other here.

Let's not always assume bad intentions.

Let's give a benefit of a doubt.

Let's talk things out.

More transparency and more empathy for real people who create this fandom would make it so much better. As much as poking fun and creating cliques seems like an entertainment, it also causes so much drama, and people get caught in the crossfire.

I have said so many stupid things I regret in my life, so why would it be different here? Tho irl, I could always count on people correcting me and giving me a chance to get better. It's so much harder to block someone irl, and honestly, I'm thankful for it.

We are here to have fun and to discuss ideas. We don't have to agree, but we should let other people express their opinions. Critique is not equal to hate. Someone else not liking something you do shouldn't mean someone is judging you for liking it. Having personal preferences is not something that defines you and your moral compass.

Some things have been rubbing me the wrong way lately. And I only joined this fandom to daydream and post about my favorite characters rubbing me the right way (tee hee).

[lizzychanstuffss]

Remembrance: Love and Deepspace AU 2

Au premise: So, what if mc actually remembered everytime she's reincarnated, and what if she regrets the choices she's made in every single reincarnation and is finally using this timeline to try and fix it once she realizes this might be her only chance. But she is entirely unsure if the boys remember their past lives with her, so she must navigate all these feelings along with judging if they remember too. AN: Tee hee Xavier time! I was actually a Xavier girlie before Sylus took me. Anyways nothing all that special to note here enjoy! Also this wasn't proofread either!

Xavier x mc | Xavier x Y/N | Angst | Mc is slightly less depressed in this one | Route: Xavier | Other Routes

Chapter 2: Xavier Prologue

Your hunter's watch beeped, taking a peak at the glowing screen you took in the candidates and nodded to yourself as you stood. Making your way out along with a few other hunters. The location was nearby, you got on your bike and kicked it into high gear trying to beat the wanderers before they could cause any major damage to the surrounding area or cause any casualties. It was late spring and the winds were starting to change.

Once had arrived all the other hunters had already gone off before to try and gather intel about the current situation. Doing the same you headed off in a direction you didn't see anyone go, it seemed to lead to a warehouse. The place was abandoned, the vines and broken windows and broken off door gave that away.

Shrugging you headed inside the building figuring there might be a wondered hiding somewhere inside. Leading with your gun you headed inside ready to attack if needed. Your breath was steady nothing about this call was unusual so you were rather calm, and also you really didn't think anything would be in here. Or so you thought.

As you walked forward you eventually were stopped by the sight of a man sitting on the ground. However, as you got closer the features started to become clearer and then instantly you recognized the face. You stopped a few feet away from him, an invisible wall forming that you couldn't quite pass.

So instead you went to turn around, but it was to late by then. He had woken up.

Don't turn around

So you didn't, you kept walking, trying to get away. But unfortunately for you, he was just a bit faster.

"What are you doing here?" His tone was more flat than normal, a tinge of worry bubbling up in your chest as you turned to face him. You hadn't realized how close he actually was, only about a foot of distance between the both of you. You were left speechless as you took in his features, along with a dull ache.

"It's dangerous here, wanderers are around you should leave" You kept your tone flat not wanting to give anything away. Not wanting him to know that anything was off about this. He just shrugged unbothered by your warning.

"I'll be fine" Your eyebrow twitched, you may love him but at this moment it was becoming increasingly clear how indifferently stubborn he could be. You crossed your arms about to give him a stern talking to but then you came back to reality. A reality where you aren't lovers and he's not the crown prince of Philos.

"It's my job to make sure people aren't in harm's way, unless you're a hunter you shouldn't be here"

"I am a hunter...." He informed you.

"Why didn't you lead with that?" You just stared at him as he gave you another shrug of indifference. Before you could get more annoyed with him there was the sudden rawr of a nearby wanderer.

"Well seems like duty calls, let's go!" Both of your demeanors turned serious as you headed outside and there was a group of wanderers surrounding the building. Xavier quickly summoned his light sword and you aimed your gun starting to fire at a few of the beasts.

Although something odd then happened during this fight, the two of you without thinking resonated. It was second nature as you both summoned a blade of light and struck down several wanderers. But neither of you even thought anything of it in the heat of the moment.

Eventually, you took down the final wanderer, wiping your brow you huffed a smile on your face as you spoke. "Good work Xavier-" Cutting yourself off as you spoke before looking over at him. You hadn't even realized you said his name without thinking.

"You did a good job too," He said his sword dissipating into light. You let out a sigh as he seemingly didn't notice you said his name when you shouldn't know it, or he simply didn't think anything of it.

Wait...why didn't he think anything of it?

Looking over to him you decided not to push your luck for now in case this ended badly.

But didn't you want to avoid him, didn't you think it would be better if you weren't in his life?

There was a storm brewing in your mind.

Are you sure you want to do this? What if he doesn't remember you? What if he hates you? You should just leave.

Biting your lip you were about to walk away before you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around his eyes were looking into yours, this time it seemed like he was searching for something. The moment only cut through when he spoke again.

"Do you want to go back to the Hunter's association together?" He was giving you those puppy dog eyes that it seemed like you could never quite resist no matter how hard you tried.

"S-sure we can" And of course you gave in.

"Thanks, did you take your bike here or a car?" He asked his tone soft as he let out a soft yawn.

He was always so cute when he was tired.

You almost smiled at that but held back not wanting your intentions to be shown in the moment just in case this ended poorly for either of you.

"Bike, you fine with riding on the back?" You asked him raising a brow as you made it back to the area you had parked along with the others. Who had just happened to also make it back all around the same time? Xavier got some looks from the other hunters before you quickly reassured them that he was with you. Xavier just gave them some pleasant smiles and explained that he simply had a different uniform than the other hunters. You felt like that might be a lie but you actually had no clue yourself.

The ride back to the Hunter's association was uneventful and also rather short. Once you had gotten back you simply assumed you would part ways.

It's better this way.

But to your surprise, Xavier just stared at you before asking.

"How did you know my name?"

There it was, those dreaded words. Or maybe this was a blessing, maybe you should just come clean, and then if he thinks you're crazy and leaves then you'll never have to see his face again and the guilt, the pain can just all go away. But what if....he remembered too? What then? Would you simply just keep living but pretending that you two were royalty in your free time, or should you go and try to stop crime with wanted criminal Lumerie the possibilities actually sounded fun when you thought about it like that.

"I must have seen your file or something" It was the best you could up with at the moment, you didn't have the guts, to be honest. Not yet anyway.

Wait, not yet?

No, you couldn't do that to yourself, one mission with him was fine but seeing him more. You knew the guilt would eat at you to much for something like that.

"Well then I'll get going then, oh right my name is Y/N by the way. Just in case we see each other" You knew why you were talking like this. Because as much as that guilt ate at your very soul, there was a part of you that craved him. You wanted to hold him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to him while he was fast asleep on your chest stroking his hair. That was the part that was driving this need to fix the damage you caused him in the past life.

"Oh, okay, yeah of course" There was a happiness in his tone that you couldn't help but wonder if you caused. But you knew a surefire way to test it so.

"Actually...if you wouldn't mind, would you like to get some lunch tomorrow? My treat" You gave him a warm smile.

Smiling was always easier when it was at him.

"Oh, sure, that would be nice" His tone wasn't full of any apparent emotion and yet you know how to read it. He was happy, but why? He shouldn't know you think time. Should he?

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then" You nodded to him as you waved goodbye and headed back inside the building. As you walked away the guilt started to set in, the fear and doubt. But at this point, it was too late and you had committed so you might as well make the most of it.

[usbkinitopet]

"Friends!.. Good news!.. Someone reached out to my [USER]!!.. They told me that someone said hello on a site where she is documenting, something!"

"This is absolutely, good news!, I haven't seen Jones, be so relaxed in a while!!"

"I wonder if my [USER] will finally have some time to play a game or two!, especially in the web world!.. Maybe they'll even want to talk to all of you!.. like how Sam and I talk to you all!!.. Maybe she'll get Jacob to finally fix Jade!" "I miss Jade."

"I know, Sam.. I know.. but we shouldn't give up hope!.. she'll be fixed soon.." "I didn't even get the chance to tell her, how much I love her.." "We both love her!.. even if she can't hear us right now!.. I am sure she knows!.."

([MISSING_TRANSLATION]) - Mod ???

(tEe hee I learned a few interesting tricks! Also when did we get a new mod? :o ) - Mod Moonion

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

Gil-Galad: ok so the huge troll died I'll prance on over

Gil-Galad: I'll seem very heroic

Elrond: You shouldn't be here High King

Gil-Galad: I know I wanted to go home but then I realized NO I am needed here the most

Arondir: You'll be relieved to hear the troll and most of the orcs died

Gil-Galad: I know I was hiding in the bushes i saw the whole thing

Elrond: how.... brave you came here High King ??

Arondir: We are awed by your courage truly... I guess ?

Gil-Galad: tee hee anything for my favorite handsome elf boys you know what your King is like, there's danger he's there, cheering you all on from way, way in the back

No but seriously HE DID FIGHT A FEW ORCS

I am proud of him he did his best but also he did a ballerina twirl in his leggings mid-orc slay so idk, we keep on supporting him though

[monsterswithimagines]

Still don't know my name

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Me: I'm not going to write today! I'm taking a mental health break! Tee Hee!

Also me: *brainrots over this photo, inserts it into existing roleplay and then writes minor smut about it.*

Anyway this is highkey based on my character Anoniem/Adelaide ( @nietbelangrijx ) and @just-joe-goldberg but like. I'm not saying this 100% happened bc like. That feels kinda weird. But I exist to brainrot about creepy stalkers being creepy.

Warning: I guess this is technically a PWP? Porn without plot? Yes.

It would be so easy to touch him - wake him.

He is asleep on his couch. He is in a soft yellow sweater and white sweatpants. You don't think he is wearing underwear underneath. There is a book covering his face and if he woke now, he could not see you.

It would be so easy.

You want to.

You want to reach out and stroke - softly - the place where his sweats bulge. You want to sink to your knees next to the couch and oh no, now you're doing it.

Your hand strokes him and he shifts, but does not wake. If you are careful, you might get him all worked up while he's still asleep. The thought excites you, makes a hot flash shoot through your lower belly.

He is at your mercy, finally. You've waited so long.

He is hardening underneath your palm. It's barely any effort to tug him out of his sweatpants and his cock is warm in your hand, slightly heavy.

He moans when you stroke him, experimentally, skin on skin. He might be awake and any second the book could fall and he would see your face. Game over. Gone would be the mystery.

“Wha–?” His voice is sleepy, deeper than usual, making you feel all sorts of complicated things.

“Shhh,” you tell him. “It's just me. Keep your face covered.”

“You…”

He presses one hand to the book, keeping it in place. He is not always a good boy, but this morning he is and you reward him by swirling your tongue around the head, taking him slowly into your mouth, sucking him down as far as you can.

You have been dreaming about this. Or something like this.

One of his hands, the one not on the book, tangles in your hair and applies just the slightest amount of pressure as you bob your head. You drool and let spit drop from your mouth and you hope you are wet and warm enough. You moan around his dick and Joe, Joe, he twitches, and you love this. You want Joe to cum in your mouth almost as much as you want to say “fuck the mystery”.

You want Joe inside you. Your pussy feels too empty.

“I'm gonna–” Joe warns after no more than a minute and you swallow around him, swallow down everything you can. Some of it drips out of your mouth but that's okay, that's alright.

You cum, stifling your cry against Joe's pillow, and you are not in the living room where Joe is sleeping but on his bed, in his bedroom, tangled in his sheets with your hand down the front of your jeans, fingers wet from where they've been circling your clit.

You sit up slowly and you are panting and you feel stupid. You could have been caught.

But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when you saw Joe like that. Vulnerable. All yours.

“Fuck…” you whisper.

You came here to leave Joe a gift and you make sure to wipe your fingers on the pages. He won't know, when he reads, that you left your need for him in this book, though he might know what you did just from looking at his bed.

Good. Let him.

Next time, you think, it won't be a fantasy. If this game goes on much longer, I'll simply have to bring him a blindfold.

It's far too exciting a thought.

I'll ride him. Make him cum inside me before he even knows my name.

The thought is too much and you have to leave, now, or you might throw the mystery to the wind.

You close the window before you go. He shouldn't have left it open. Any creep could come inside and do whatever they want to him.

And they can't. They're not allowed. Joe's all yours.