#i think i need to stop writing now

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Thinking about Frog culture and Toad culture and Newt culture in RiA qnd how the three girls are shaped by it. Like maybe the different species are considered adults at different ages for reasons that make sense given their species (or maybe it's just a ✨️ social construct ✨️ like 99% of all things in life) but that when applied to humans it's just... unfair and heartbreaking. Maybe toads are considered legal adults at 14 so Sasha, who is culturally like any other toad at this point, considers herself "practically an adult" by age 13 when she gets rid of Grime and takes over Toad Tower. It'd be funny to see little 13yo Sasha screaming about being "practically an adult" if she weren't doing so while swinging a sword at Anne, hands and face bloody, throat raw from screaming, tears running down her face. And Anne, who is culturally a frog - which are considered adults at 16 - can only watch in horror as this kid her age cracks under the pressure.

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[ursula-legun]

idk man i don't think anti-civ shit should be nearly this controversial.

"some societies, including most if not all contemporary societies, require slavery, state coercion, and/or environmental devastation to maintain the benefits that they provide to their citizens. we think that this is bad, and should not be done, and are willing to give up the benefits that require slavery, state coercion, and/or environmental devastation." -> generally admirable even if people don't put it into action that much; few would say somebody is a bad person for feeling this way.

"most modern technology, including motor vehicles, cheap computers, disposable plastics, our entire global transportation chain, and like half of 'renewable' energy solutions require either environmental devastation, capitalist coercion, or slavery to produce and maintain; i.e., they either cannot be made without destroying species or ecosystems, OR nobody is willing to do them except under threat of death - at least in the ways that we currently know how to produce these things" -> not considered to be in good taste to point out but generally hard to argue; usually handwaved with notions of "green tech" coming in to make things better, that we just need new engineering improvements, that we can harvest from the moon(??), that we can just stay inside all the time(???), etc.

"combining the first two things, we think that the production of these things should stop immediately, and that society should learn how to survive only on things that we know how to create and maintain without slavery or ecocide; at least until such a time as we develop means of production that are communal, and well-integrated into the rest of life on earth" -> generally considered naive and unrealistic but still admirable

"no, seriously, the slavery, societal unrest, psychic flood, and environmental devastation are all real, and directly responsible for the apocalypse that we literally all now acknowledge to be happening right now" -> also generally accepted, generally handwaved with weird "well what can you do?" responses

"so we really think we should stop making these things NOW instead of waiting on more far-fetched solutions that will come too late to save most life on earth." -> well now you're just the fucking devil. I guess.

[hoshinasblade]

What you think Soshiro would do if he found out his gf was insecure about her stretch marks?

this is one of the most recent asks so thank u anon for sending!! im still in the process of going over my posts and editing some stuff (mostly changing my tags lol) and answering asks and putting them on queue. i just really like this one so im posting now (might have some typos as im in my phone hoho). hope u guys like it 🥰

"i don't know," you said as you try to bury your face on the big mug of beer you are drinking. "i haven't even been naked around him, like ever." the last sentence was almost a whisper, as if you were saying it to yourself more than confessing it to your nosy friend.

"aren't you guys dating for months now?" you were expecting this response, sure, but you don't think you were prepared for an answer at all. "honestly girl, your man is like, really hot," your friend picked up a french fry from the plate in front of you and took a bite before speaking again. "if that was me, i would be naked with him 25 hours a day."

"we only have 24 hours a day," you reminder her.

"exactly," she winked at you in response.

you did not want to admit it but your friend, a college batchmate from way back, was not entirely wrong. landing a guy like vice-captain hoshina soshiro was never in your bingo card, and truthfully, had it been another girl that he chose to date, you are pretty sure he would be getting some action.

yes, action meaning naked time.

sex.

it was not that you are a prude, or worse, a conservative who thinks that women are ought to be virgins otherwise they are worthless. and it wasn't also that you haven't done some things with your boyfriend hoshina as well, considering how you are very much aware how he's so good with his hands. no, the issue is that except for that one time during your fourth month together when it almost happened, you have not gone all the way with hoshina at all.

you simply attributed it to him being a gentleman, but hoshina did not dare ask when you stopped him that one time. but you should have known that at some point, he is going to want to know why it seems you don't want to be intimate with him.

"is it me?" he asked, trying to hide the slight hurt from his face. "i don't have bad breath, do i?"

count on hoshina to crack a joke during such a serious situation. he just got home from his scheduled weekend duty that night, and although claiming that he's exhausted from work, hoshina was apparently not tired enough. so a chaste peck on your lips turned to a heated makeout session that turned to him taking his shirt off.

he was kissing the soft skin down your neck towards your chest when you froze just as he was about to take your blouse off.

"come on, talk to me." hoshina's voice was gentle, and an annoying voice inside your head murmured something along the lines of how he deserves someone better, with how you're acting right now. "hey, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. i don't mind. but if something's wrong, i'd prefer if i know about it."

you sighed. hoshina doesn't necessarily deserve someone better; he just deserves the truth.

instead of telling the truth, you showed it to him.

as soon your top was off, your fingers started tracing the thin, white lines on the skin near your ribs. these lines look like thread that stretch to your sides. you even have some close to your inner arms. you were avoiding hoshina's eyes when you pointed out how these stretch marks extend until your hips.

"i think i just feel weird about other people seeing it," you said. "i mean, they don't look pretty."

now that you've said your piece, you felt a bit relieved. in reality you know it sounds so shallow, superficial even. but as a girl - as a woman - you were no stranger to other people's expectations of how you should physically look. in the end, perhaps you just did not want to disappoint hoshina by showing him just how imperfect you are.

you were surprised when hoshina unbuckled his belt and began undoing the buttons of his pants. mouth agape, you just did not foresee this reaction.

"w-what are you doing?"

hoshina stripped until he was only on his boxers. stretching one of his legs out in front of you, his hand slowly lifted the hem of his underwear until you can see the flesh of his upper thighs.

"oh i have those too," he said, showing you white, indented streaks up to his hips. "i think you get them when you grow, i'm not hundred percent sure."

hoshina's forefinger continued trailing on his own skin. "it's okay if you don't think they're pretty, you know. not everything has to be beautiful. what you have to remember is that having stuff like this, is completely normal."

you should have known because it was after all the reason you love him - everyone might admire vice-captain hoshina soshiro mainly because of his leadership skills and out-of-this-world physique, you fell for him because he's the most reasonable and kind man you have ever met.

"i love you, you know that right?" you asked.

hoshina could only chuckle. "and all these time i was worrying you didn't want to be naked with me because you were hiding a tattoo of narumi's face somewhere there."

it was your turn to laugh. hoshina grabbed one of your hands, caressing it. "hey look, it's just skin, okay? it's just skin but it's still you." looking right at you, hoshina smiled. "it's still you, and i love you."

[poke-poke-poke]

Thinking about pkmn social media-- he's giving tips on how best to take care of pkmn that aren't too keen on water (goomy's there for enrichment)

...

his hoodie got soaked,,

[mbirnsings-71]

Madi actually not procrastinate on stuff challenge- see I had plans today, but then those got cancelled and like in any good neurodivergent fashion I'm like "Well shit what do I do now?" and well! That answer is this silly meme for my Wedding planner AU. Yes Jimmy and Grian are parasites on Joel's Netflix account- No he's not gonna kick them off. That's not what Family is about.

I swear one of these days I need to like do proper ref sheets for people in my AU just DFKVNFKBN GOD OKAY- I'll stop rambling but just know I have a lot of thoughts in my brain you guys are gonna get fed next year trust-

Close ups and the post that spurred this on are down below after the keep reading! just for efficiency and all that jazz!

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The Post that inspired this:

[ivvyela]

imagine with me, if you will, a nwh potential fix-it involving none other than the multiverse saving duo deadpool and wolverine.

i know, i know - but please, let me cook.

wade and logan now jump across timelines to "fix" things aka travel the multiverse for funsies and deal with the consequences later and somehow end up in a universe where peter parker doesn't exist, but spider-man does. and wade, blessed with the power of "i know this for the plot", immediately knows that is bull. shit. and sure enough, they find one very depressed, very lonely, and very jaded peter parker.

after much annoyance, light stalking, and following spider-man while he's on patrol, they get peter to spill how he ended up in this situation. and after hearing everything, logan breaks the silence with a simple, yet effective: "shit, kid. that... shit."

"yeah, well... now you know, so you can, like, leave me alone."

"nope, not gonna happen." wade shakes his head and tactfully ignores logan's imploring look of what-the-fuck-are-you-getting-us-into-now "i take my job as marvel jesus very, very seriously, so frankly, this is my job to fix your sorry little life, buddy. and if flat-out telling them you exist didn't work, then - "

"oh, i actually... i never told them."

"...come again?"

"i tried to tell them, but i couldn't. so..."

"i'm sorry... your best friend and girlfriend were crying, telling you to come find them and remind them of you, and you chose not to?"

"they're happy and safe without me! i wasn't going to ruin - "

"oh my god. you sweet, self sacrificial, idiot spider-baby. okay! we can fix this! we're no tony stark, but consider us your pseudo daddies for the time being, kid. let's get you your life back."

which is how one very emotional and determined deadpool, followed by a stoic, nonchalant wolverine (who, in all honesty, probably should be completely against this, but once wade commits to something, he can't be talked out of it, and the sooner he gets his fix from this the sooner he can go home, so fuck it we ball), end up in a certain cafe, all up in a poor barista and her friend's face with a cut-out yearbook photo of some kid, yelling "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS BOY! HE'S SO LONELY! LIKE A SMALL, FORLORN, VICTORIAN CHILD! REMEMBER HIM, GODDAMMIT!"

(their efforts result in two confused and scared teens, and getting kicked out of said cafe.)

peter practically begs them to just leave him alone, that this was his choice, and he's fine with it, but both wade and logan know a lie when they hear one. they both know what being alone can do to a person, and peter is just a kid who got dealt the shittiest cards in life and at this point, it just feels wrong to leave him here without trying to do something. and maybe they both have a small soft spot for the teen, so what?

and peter knows both men can see through his broody, teenage angst front he's been putting up since the spell, and he's tried so hard to hate the two of them, get them to hate him so they would leave, but they're not budging, so really, there's no point in trying to push them away, right?

and so, he lets them in. he learns that while logan is stoic and intense and kinda terrifying, he's also someone who just wants to do the right thing for the people he cares about. he's also lost people, and he blames himself, but he's come out on the other side. he would tell peter about his daughter, laura, who wouldn't let him wallow in self pity because she is good, better than he has ever been. he never saw himself as a father, but she's still around, so he must be doing alright.

and at first hearing it would result in a pang in his chest, memories of thai food after walking into a smoke-filled kitchen, assurances that things will work out when everything feels hopeless, a tombstone that can never convey everything she was, but now... it's nice to hear that logan still had someone after losing everyone.

so, peter listens to logan's stories. in return, peter tells logan all about his mom.

and wade was brash and loud and conceded and really, really annoying, but he's... no, that's it. he's all of those things, but in a weird way, it's like all those bad qualities merge together to make him a good guy. and yeah, he can walk away at any point, he has absolutely no obligation to help peter, but he does it anyway.

("nonono, don't you dare make me some selfless hero type, kid. i know for a fact that every deadpool has a peter. i'm doing this for the me in your world."

"you're... huh?"

"bottom line, i'm a selfish bastard. i'm doing this for me, 'kay?")

peter didn't fight it. he's had experience with seemingly self-absorbed, deflecting type heroes.

wade doesn't replace him, not even close, but... still.

maybe peter will never get back what he lost. but, for the first time, peter sees a light at the end of the tunnel. that, maybe, he can stop being just spider-man, and he can start being peter parker again, too.

(and if there's a barista talking to her friend about how it's weird that two guys would show up holding a photo of an odd customer from weeks ago, demanding they remember him, and despite not knowing him she felt something, and her friend couldn't help but agree, well... that's neither here nor there.)

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[wikiangela]

you're the sun to me

Buck's in the middle of cooking dinner when there's a knock at the door. Before he can even move or open his mouth to tell his guest to come in, the door is opening, and his boyfriend walks in. Buck grins at him from where he's stirring in the pot, heart swelling just at the sight of him. It's supposed to be just a regular evening, not really a date, just eating dinner together like they try to at least once a week whenever their schedules allow.

"Hey." Tommy says, kicking off his shoes at the door. Buck instantly notices that he has his arm hidden behind his back, and is careful to face Buck at all times as he walks over to him. Huh.

"Hi, Tommy." Buck responds, raising an eyebrow. "What-" he starts, but just as he's about to ask what Tommy's hiding, he's already right next to Buck, spinning him with one hand to press him against the counter, and kissing him hello. Buck instinctively closes his eyes and kisses back, smiling into Tommy's lips. Kissing him is still one of his favorite activities ever, and he doesn't think it's ever going to change.

The kiss is sweet and soft, and way too short, Tommy pulling away way too quickly for Buck's liking. He's about to pout and complain about it, and probably get another delicious, deeper kiss, like usual, but when he opens his eyes, he's a little stunned. Because he finds himself staring into a bouquet of sunflowers, that Tommy's holding up to him in the hand previously hidden behind his back. Oh, okay. That makes sense. Or, does it?

"Um. What's that?" Buck asks dumbly, as if he's never seen flowers before.

"Sunflowers for my sunshine." Tommy responds, a beaming smile on his face. Buck's heart is racing and he thinks he's going to melt into a puddle. He thinks there are tears welling up in his eyes, and he blinks them away, feeling so silly. "Is that... okay?" Tommy asks when Buck's been silent for a minute, still staring at the yellow flowers.

"Of course." Buck whispers, then clears his throat, lifting his eyes to look into Tommy's. "It's just- no one has ever gotten me flowers before."

"Hm. Well, we gotta change that, then. I can buy you flowers all the time. If you want. If you like them." Tommy shrugs, seeming a little self-conscious now, and Buck can't have that. He's wonderful, and always manages to surprise Buck in the best ways possible.

"I do, I really do. It's- it's really nice. Thank you," he says, just amazed. He'd never expect this, he'd never expect he might want this, but now that it's here, now that Tommy bought him flowers, he's actually really touched. It's stupid, it's just flowers. Still, it feels like a big deal. "But why- what's the occasion?"

"No occasion." Tommy looks down at the bouquet in his hand, smiling softly. "I was walking by the market near my house today, and saw these, and they made me think of you," he shrugs again. "So bright and happy and beautiful. Like my Evan." He grins, eyes soft and full of love and adoration, and Buck's face is burning. God, this is silly. It's such a simple gesture, but somehow it's one of the nicest and most thoughtful things a partner has ever done for him. It's sunflowers, the flower of loyalty and adoration, and happiness. And they made Tommy think of him. He called him his sunshine, didn't he? God, he's the sweetest. "To brighten your day, like you brighten my life." Tommy adds so casually, as if it wasn't one of the most beautiful things anyone's ever said to him.

"I love you." Buck sighs, and tries to lean in to kiss Tommy, but there are flowers in the way, still in Tommy's hand, extended to Buck, probably expecting him to take them, but he was too surprised to think about that. He slowly lifts his hand, placing it over Tommy's on the flowers.

"I love you, too, Evan." Tommy responds, smiling fondly. "Now, do you have a vase or something to put them in?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I think I have-" Buck goes to look for a vase, stirring in the pot again on his way. He doesn't stop smiling the rest of the evening. The flowers stand on the kitchen table for weeks, slowly wilting, and when they do, Tommy replaces them. Buck thinks he wants to buy his boyfriend flowers, too, so he does, researching the meanings of specific flowers and their amount. He finds it a good way to show Tommy how exactly he feels when simple words don't seem like enough anymore.

___

Years later, when they stand at the altar about to vow to love each other forever, both of them have little sunflower boutonnieres. Tommy's the one who insisted on the flower being present at their wedding. The dork proclaimed sunflowers their flower, and it's equally silly and adorable. Buck had never given much thought to what his favorite flower might be. Now, the answer is obvious.

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

svsss transfem binghe au bc i’m a bitch for those, featuring disciple shen yuan and sj redemption bc im a bitch for that too

luo binghe has never felt comfortable in his own skin. as a small child, it was a little bit easier to ignore the discomfort. his mother never placed too much importance on the man he would become, but she treasured the little child she had. he often dreamed that one day he would grow to be as kind as her, beautiful inside and out. he imagined surrounding her with beautiful things, and making himself beautiful enough to fit. sometimes he daydreamed of dressing his mother in bright, happy colors and painting her face with pretty makeup. sometimes, he imagined treating himself the same.

he envied the girls in the city. he never saw the wealthy boys being cruel to them. they got to wear happy colors and eat sweets, and the world was kind to them. would the world have been kind to him too, if he got to be a girl? perhaps not—the world was cruel to his mother, after all, and she was the most wonderful, beautiful, deserving woman alive. still, he couldn’t help imagining. maybe, at the very least, the older boys wouldn’t beat him so viciously. it was nice to imagine. if the world were kinder, perhaps he would have gotten to be a girl.

and then his mother died, and he was alone, and he remembered that the world wasn’t kind, and pretty things weren’t for him. being alone so small was hard, and he put away his dreams of happy-colored silks and pretty makeup. what use was it to imagine that sort of thing when there was no one to share those joyful dreams with?

when he joined cang qiong mountain sect, he was greeted by ming fan, the head disciple, who looked down his pointy nose at binghe as soon as they met. he seemed much like those older boys from before, the ones who beat him for the crime of being poor and hungry, and who despised his hardworking mother for being the same. but this was a new beginning, a new life, and cultivators were not like the cruel children in the city. they were better. they protected the weak, and they opposed evil at every turn. luo binghe reminded him of this fact as he followed his new shixiong to their shizun’s house.

twenty minutes later, luo binghe slunk to the baths to wash the tea from his skin.

there was only one other disciple there, a towel over his eyes as he soaked, and luo binghe did his best to be quiet and unobtrusive. he didn’t know the rules of the cultivation sects yet—clearly, he must have violated one to have offended his shizun so terribly. he resolved to be quiet and attentive, to listen and learn from his seniors, and to repent quickly should he cause further offense from his ignorance.

so, he did his best to bathe quietly and quickly, but he must have made too much noise splashing about in the water, because the soaking shixiong jolted and the towel dropped from his face into the bath. he jolted again upon seeing luo binghe’s face, and nearly dunked himself below the water’s surface as he recoiled in surprise.

‘this luo binghe greets shixiong,’ binghe said, his eyes averted and voice just loud enough to be heard. ‘i apologize for disturbing shixiong; i can leave first and return when shixiong is finished.’ he quickly moved to do just that, but after a moment that shixiong’s warm voice called for him to wait.

‘apologies to luo-shidi,’ he said, hunching in on himself. his profile was illuminated only by the fire burning toward the other end of the bath, but from what luo binghe could see, his features seemed sharp and elegant. ‘this shixiong is shen yuan. i must have dozed off; i didn’t realize there was anyone else here. you, ah—shidi was chosen today? have you met shizun already, and da-shixiong?’

luo binghe’s cheeks burned at the memory of tea splashing over his head, of his embarrassing display afterward. his eyes still felt puffy from his tears, and his throat was sore. childish. ‘yes. i wonder how—that is, this one wonders whether shixiong…how was it meeting shizun for the first time?’

at the question, shen yuan let out a decidedly graceless snort. ‘it’s complicated. i met shizun three years ago, in one of the villages at the base of the mountain. it was a difficult situation, and there was more to worry about than making good impressions at the time.’ he sniffed and brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. ‘shizun is not very good at making positive impressions. was it that way with you?’

those words uncoiled something small and terrified in luo binghe’s chest, even as he felt a sense of heavy guilt at being relieved to hear his senior speaking about their shizun so disrespectfully. ‘shizun is a renowned cultivator,’ luo binghe said carefully, ‘and as the lord of qing jing peak, of course he is unmatched in elegance. i must have offended him somehow… he didn’t accept my tea, but he didn’t throw me out either, and for that i’m grateful. this disciple only wants to improve himself, and to be worthy of the kindness shizun has shown in allowing him to stay and learn’

shen yuan…scoffed. scoffed? had binghe said something wrong again? of course he had—this was a peak of elegant, wise scholars and artists and strategists, and luo binghe was a street rat. of course he’d offend everyone he met; he was—

‘shizun can be an asshole.’

…what?

unperturbed, as if he hadn’t just spoken with such incredibly crude disrespect, shen yuan continued. ‘he can be cruel and calculating and mean. i doubt luo-shidi did anything wrong. i will speak with him tomorrow on shidi’s behalf, and see whether we can come to a resolution before things become more complicated than they need to be.’

‘shixiong needn’t trouble himself!’ panic flooded luo binghe at the thought of causing such problems so quickly after being accepted here. surely, shizun would throw him out if he found out binghe were so arrogant as to complain to the first shixiong he saw. ‘shizun is the master of qing jing peak; how can his judgment be called into question? if he says this disciple was wrong, this disciple was wrong and will correct himself. please don’t trouble shizun over this disciple’s failure. i don’t wish to cause problems, only to learn and improve myself. please.’

a long, heavy silence stretched between them, and luo binghe became acutely aware that he was not dressed. how embarrassing, to be undressed and begging for mercy from a shixiong he had only just met. he pulled his knees to his chest on the bench, covering as much of himself as he could.

finally, shen yuan let out a heavy sigh. ‘alright,’ he said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the distance and the water. ‘this shixiong won’t make trouble for luo shidi. only, if shizun doesn’t accept anything luo shidi does, you must promise to tell me. the same with any other disciple; if anyone is cruel to luo shidi, you must let me know. this shixiong hates bullies, and i would hate for anyone to embarrass qing jing peak with childishness—shizun included.’

how terribly bold. the daring words of his shixiong unsettled something in binghe’s chest. clearly, he was a troublemaker binghe should be careful of, lest he be pulled into the boys schemes himself.

[bark-barkley]

buck and eddie both figure out their feelings and ask each other out on valentines day at the same time only after going to the same stores to get flowers and chocolates and only barely missing each other because they were laser focused on the exact thing the other would want and walked right past each other. so then they both go to each others house/ apartment and let themselves in for a big romantic reveal to find- well nothing because theyre both gone so eddie goes oh duh buck is at the house not his apartment and buck is just confused because why would eddie not be at the house is he at bucks apartment? why would he go to bucks apartment he knows buck just comes here. so buck wants his romantic reveal to work again so he gets ready to surprise eddie when he opens the door while on the other side eddie is getting ready to surprise buck when he opens the door. they end up opening the door at the same time and falling into each other when the door opened faster than they expected so here they are on the ground in the entrance of eddies their home just deeply entrances staring at each other asking you did all of this for me? not caring that their surprises got ruined because it really was always going to end up like this for them orbiting around each other slowly coming together until they were ready to finally crash into each other when the pull got too strong to hide anymore. so their first kiss is right there on the ground in the entrance to their home laughing and breathless and just so right

[shepscapades]

shep. i finished xisuma's s8. i am plagued with so many thoughts /silly

Oh my gognfjgmgimfggfmgnmfdnffgh it’s. It’s so much. I have so much to say and so many thoughts they make me so crazy. They make me so crazy THEY MAKE ME SO CRAZY IS THIS THING ON CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[coolnonsenseworld]

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[blueskittlesart]

foxboy has been forcibly made ambidextrous due to blueskittles' forgetfulness

all characters are ambidextrous when im writing them (< guy who doesnt know the difference between left and right)

[sweetieviktor]

"salvation", feat. viktor.

summary: you come to his temple and ask the herald to heal you.

word count: 540.

content warning: season 2, arc 2 spoilers!!! please, don't read if you haven't seen the series yet! some descriptions might sound even a bit sexual but this is a sfw work! i just got a bit carried away while writing sensations lol. also, viktor may be a little ooc since im still getting used to him on the new season.

author notes: i rushed this one hehe but its finally complete! i really wanted to write something based on season 2 and the insane amount of people saying things as such "i would join his church wtvr" or "i may believe in god now" made me think why not write this kind of thing happening? so here it is :))))

you heard the rumors spreading through the lanes, there was someone, a “savior”, helping the ones in need – the shimmer addicts, the sick and the dying. and you thought that maybe the herald, as they called him, could save you.

so you walked down the busy streets, passing by empty shops and crowded brothels, finally descending in the dark alleys until light reached your eyes again, revealing a bright environment, made with metal, all with different colors and textures, molded into organic shapes, like it was meant to be like this all along. contorted yet so beautiful. outside the arch separating the commune and the commoners, there were people just like you, asking for help and hoping for his salvation.

a man walked towards you, the white clothing draped around him accentuating the swirly metallic patterns engraved on his body. “if you have something that could possibly harm someone, i must ask you to leave those here. this is a place of peace”, you discarded everything you could think of, emptying all pockets you had and he looked at you with empathy on his eyes, while you left behind everything that you used during your worst times, letting go of a part of your story, letting go of your past self. “now, you shall come. he is expecting you.”

the man walked in front of you, guiding your path between tents full of people, healthy people, all dressed in white. some adults were working while the kids were playing and you were in pure awe, it all seemed so... perfect. a miracle that happened on the underground.

“the herald is waiting, you must go”, he gestured towards a round temple-like structure, tilting his head and leaving you alone shortly after, moving to the arch again.

you followed his words, walking till you reached where the herald was, in fact, waiting for you. flowing hair and royal blue fabric covering his glowing purple skin, all adorned with golden accents. he looked ethereal, almost inhuman, a god-like figure, a saint. the kind of saint that could fix the broken. fix you.

you came closer and he extended his hand in your direction without saying a word – it was not needed, actually –, you could sense his intentions, it was kind of a vibration, radiating off his fingers. he wanted to save you. so, when he touched your forehead, the whole world seemed to fade with a burst of light and all you could do was to feel. feel his cold fingers pressing further in your skin, feel the jolts it sended through your body, the way it ignited something deep inside of you, how you couldn't breathe, the way your veins burned and your heart rate increased, but it didn't hurt at all, instead, you felt alive. the metal fusing with your body, the magic circling both of you, how you could feel him inside of you, changing, morphing and purifying your flesh. it felt like you ascended to heaven and came back different, new, evolved. gloriously evolved.

he pulled back his arm, allowing your body to fall to its knees, and he knelt too, leaning on his staff, looking at you with his emotionless iridescent eyes, “now, you need not suffer anymore.”

[mewkwota]

It may not seem like much to anyone, but I really wanted to have Juno do this little thing with his hands. And now that I learned he actually does this sometimes, I feel a painful weight has been lifted off my shoulders (only for another one to take its place because this really good sketch got UNINTENTIONALLY CUT-OFF AGAIN).

At least the one hand you can see turned out just perfect. ( ;' v');