#i'm sure i won't regret this

[certifiedwerewolf]

I've been avoiding the tags for Laios/Marcille because, well in general I tend to anyway, but also because I saw some Farcille shippers being rude about the ship and was worried it would be either more of that but about Farcille, or a bunch of handwringing posts begging for permission to enjoy the ship. But it wasn't! It was just really nice 👍 My worries were completely unfounded.

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Listen

I've had worse bedtimes

[loxosceleslolo]

Miquella brings some really strong "RADIANT AND TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN. ALL WILL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR." energy to the Lands Between.

And I'm here for it.

[windvexer]

A poll for people who struggle to make their spells work

I've been casually curious, because at least on witchblr, I don't often see posts about tracework and magical headspace and so on, or ASC in general. SO.

Trancework: Moving into an altered state of consciousness (ASC) through any number of methods, which can be done to access 'magical headspace,' and which can be a platform for spirit communication and other activities.

Magical headspace: Broadly, the experience that you are currently interacting with magical reality, as opposed to mundane reality; that your present actions and behaviors carry special magical weight and significance.

I expect that everyone's definitions will vary, vote with your heart

[thewardenisonthecase]

honestly, maybe it's a hot take or whatever, but I think that tearing down the veil and *potentially* bringing back the immortality to the elves would not have helped them a lot

[hailsatanacab]

@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie. 

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?” 

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?” 

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information. 

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

[acewithapaintbrush]

We had lunch with a family friend and we talked about kids and also how I don't want them and he uttered that expected but hated "You might regret not having kids one day"

And my mother(!!!!) was like, "Yeah maybe, but if she has kids and regrets that it would be even worse and not just for her but for her kids as well"

Yes mother, preach it louder!!!!

[darkleloog]

NO.

OK THAT'S ALL, WHAT THE HELL, I DON'T INSULT ANYONE NOR DO I INTEND TO DO IT, IT'S RP, SEND THAT BUNCH OF TEXT IN A COPY PASTE OF THE FIRST RESULT THAT APPEARED I THOUGHT "hehe, Alex will very upset with Darkle, Darkle wants to win that position as Alex's enemy." AND I TOOK A RANDOM PIECE OF ALL THE LOTS OF TEXT THAT WAS PUT THERE. I don't understand it, I didn't want to offend anyone.

THEN IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD AND THEY SAY: "oh, this guy is an INCREDIBLE idiot" And I try to tell them calmly: "ahem, no. This is just rp, I would never do that."

(This is a completely idiotic topic and taken in an immature way by me) Oh, and you'll think: "nah, nah, nah, he's just trying to defend himself from what this monster really is."

NO.

STOP. WTH, NO.

Darkle: GCBC DID YOU BLOCK ME?? Thank you, I love you too.

UUUHHHHG, THIS TEXT LOOKS SO WEIRD WITH ALL CAPS-

Well, whatever. THE CREATION OF THIS ACCOUNT WAS TO CREATE HATE TOWARDS DARKLE, HE IS THE ANTAGONIST

While I was writing all this I was thinking: "this text looks so bad, it's going to look like I'm EXCUSING myself" NO, NO, NO.

What a shame all this is

OH YEAH, I BLOCKED GCBC FOR A LITTLE WHILE IN THE FORM OF: "no, now, stop, I don't want to get in trouble, I don't want to have to do THIS TEXT." And it only got worse, bad choice. MY FAULT, my fault, ik, it's my fault, I'm sorry.

At the end of that pile of text I put " /j " because I didn't want that to be misunderstood, and you will say: "why didn't you put in small print that it is not serious to insult? IT LOOKED BAD, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW IT LOST GRACE, RATHER, GRACE FROM DARKLE'S POINT OF VIEW, I really wanted to make it look like Darkle was the one who wrote it, NOT ME.

Ok, this is already a lot to read, GCBC, sorry to tell you so late, but, do you remember that time I made an Alex bot and you told me:

" AI is theft, and also a HORRIBLE resource guzzler. If you care at all about the hard work that *real people* put into honing their crafts, or the environment, you'll stay well away from this nonsense. "

(Yes, I copied the text)

Again, SORRY!! AI is crap if you ask me, but I really wanted to do something different. I didn't dare tell you.

Finally the text ends here.

Postscript: This blog is the blog of an antagonist. I thought: "an antagonist is needed in an rp"

I've put humor here because I don't even like reading things written with so much "Capital letters? Seriousness?"

That's it, it doesn't matter. IT'S OVER, RIGHT?

[l-tora-l-archived]

Hello ! I think for the foreseeable future I'm not really gonna update this blog ! I've been absent for so long here that idk if anyone remembers me LOLS but if you do and you want to continue interacting then I have a new blog set up ! Other than that I hope 2024 is treating everyone well <333

[kaiserouo]

i spent way too much money on this game

[bloodxhound]

would you connect your brain worm with his 😳

[sepiasys]

Got hit with that weird feeling again, but I wouldnt quite describe it as hope?

It rlly is just the feeling of being suddenly really aware of your situation in life. But specifically that it's not bad.

[lumenights]

i started doodling based on the infinitely gray mv (len version) but i wanted to switch up the colours so i picked out a bunch of my favourites as well as colours from my previous scara pfp and played around with them until i liked them enough. at which point it ended up next to a screenshot i have saved form the villain mv and another picture of rui and i realised it's the exact same colour palette..... but anyway, i liked it enough to try using it as a pfp? idk i might change my mind in like half a day lol i'm always super indecisive but especially so when it's something i made..... but it's a creature that feels like me and it was nice to spend some time on it

[my-world-my-stories]

WIP of chapter 15 of my fic Songbirds And Tigers

.... All i'm saying is that some 'things' are about to start in this chapter. And i for once can't wait for it...

[daisywords]

nothing like getting very minorly told off at work to make me feel physically ill for the rest of the day

[solradguy]

not to sound like hannibal lecter over here but having your own Outrage, lovingly handcrafting it over months, and not being able to use it beat the crap out of annoying people? I bet that just eats you up doesn't it. sorry this came off sounding really mean. truly though it breaks my heart because you deserve to beat up people that bother you with a flaming magic sword. -🐇

Oh, don't worry, it is VERY sturdy. I could definitely swing this thing at someone if I wanted. The handle segment might pop off again, but the rest of it? Impressively durable. There are two approximately half inch thick all-thread metal rods inside it bound with washers, epoxy, super glue, and heat that melted the plastic together; then a thick layer of Bondo on the outside with more super glue, epoxy, and green stuff (a type of epoxy putty). Its only weaknesses are temperatures over ~160f/71c and running it over with a car haha