#in my defense it was for writing purposes

[katierosefun]

i like listening to sad music as much as the next person, but there definitely comes a point where i think you have to realize that listening to sad music is making you much sadder and maybe it’s genuinely not helping anymore

[spinnysocks]

hey *throws toxic tragic kiburi x ushari au at you*

kiburi wants to become the leader of his float. a snake has some bigger ideas for him. ushari says that kiburi can become leader of the pridelands too, then crocodiles will finally be respected to his standards. ushari wants respect for all reptiles. kiburi doesn't mind that. he believes him.

the plan fails, and he has nothing but his friends now. kiburi finds ushari, who offers him something in return for keeping his life. kiburi should kill him, but he doesn't.

kiburi meets scar, who ushari has complete trust in. if he follows scar, he could rule someday. with ushari by his side, reptiles could finally be respected. trusting him is working in his favour.

the army never wins. kiburi can feel every bruise, cut and scrape that doesn't have a chance to heal. he can see the weariness in his float from fighting every day. the pressure is destroying them all. ushari never gains a single tear in his perfect scales. scar rants and rages about how the army isn't good enough. ushari never has to face scar's wrath. maybe he was wrong to trust him, but there's no turning back now, there is nothing else. and traitors are no better than dead.

janja turns against them. he survives their attempt to kill him and finds happiness somehow. there is no peace for the army, so they're sure he was never really one of them. kiburi doesn't feel any guilt. scar promises this is the last battle to win the pridelands. ushari is sure of it, so kiburi is too.

and he was right. the army wins the very moment that ushari's venom infects kion's mind. there is nothing that the pridelanders can do. for once, there is victory for the army. for once, there is peace.

fire quickly takes over every patch of land in sight. all of it is theirs. kiburi's float will never have to get another wound again. they will never have to go hungry again. they will never have to share again. they will never be unhappy again. kiburi is glad he trusted ushari.

until all the lands had nothing left. there isn't enough water. his float are gone. kiburi barely manages to get by. this is all ushari's fault. such a smart snake should have known better.

ushari tricked him. those comforting words of ruling the lands were all false promises. everything was a lie, it must have been. scar's reign meant nothing could survive. such a smart snake should have known that.

ushari betrayed him, so kiburi makes sure he brings justice.

[qweerhet]

every time there's a rise in fascist action and power in the us, there's an en masse feminist response of like. affirming that gender is an ontological trait, you can tell what gender someone is without them directly stating it to you, appearance is indicative of gender (rather than just being correlative particularly in conservative populations), gender is a useful signifier of ideology separate from factors such as class and race (and may even be more causative regarding fascist ideology than class or race are), there is no form of gendered oppression targeting men, and there is no form of gendered privilege afforded to women.*

it's annoying! i do not like it.

*nb4 someone gets on my case about how gendered targeting of men is "just" racism/ableism/etc and gendered privilege afforded to women isn't "truly" privilege as men who reap the benefits of patriarchy are still higher in the social hierarchy than women who reap the benefits of patriarchy: we have entirely different modalities for viewing interactions of privilege + power + hegemony. your modality is, in fact, part of what i'm critiquing. it refuses to recognize gender itself as the oppressive structure, and patriarchy as a structure enforcing gender. we can chat in good faith if you want to understand this lens better but like i'm not going to be arguing about it or trying to make a Discourse Post(tm) defending my ideology.

[brainrotcharacters]

My Favorite Line In The Show

that line with that expression with that hand angle? oh you just know they did it

[babblingfishes]

sometimes i say a thing that is just over-the-top salty to strangers and then i remember they aren't part of my salt cult, so writing a detailed, multi-paragraph callout post about Unnamed Scientist #2 who had one single line of dialogue is not funny to them. it's just insane. i am cringe to them. my humor is lost on these fools

[silverwasafukintrainwreck]

i’m so bored and about to pull an all nighter *cutely puts on chiaki cosplay and orders two cans of monster*

[veilk]

my ankle is still mildly messed up im being haunted by the ghost of injury past

[skinwalkingxana]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @inquisimer ! Tagging @crackinglamb @plisuu @dreadfutures @leggywillow and anyone else who wants to join in! Here's an excerpt from the next chapter of Chaos Theory ( or at least what I'm confident in keeping of what I have so far)

Read Under the Cut

For what it was worth, no one believed Marisol was lying. At least, that was the impression everyone present gave off. Not once did anyone give the slightest hint they doubted her words. They mostly asked questions. A lot of them. Marisol did so much talking her voice had begun to go hoarse from the sudden overuse after days spent not speaking at all. She caught them up on everything that would occur during the Inquisition’s time in Haven, the companions Evie would meet, and the decisions that would need to be made. “You are certain you remember all of the choices that would have to be made?” Marisol ran her thumb along one of her painted nails as she thought on her response. “Not all of them, no. Only the major ones, the ones that have the biggest impact.” “And Haven? Is it true it will be destroyed?” Josephine had been consistent in only asking her to elaborate on how the ‘interactive story’ worked. That had been the simplest way to explain video games to all present- like an audience in a theater being presented with how they can affect the story. Marisol had seen a few shows -typically Shakespeare-in-the-park or at the Renaissance fair-, use a similar concept with soliloquy. Thankfully, Thedas had a similar concept.

This is the first time Josephine has directly asked about Marisol’s knowledge of Thedas. There was no point in sugar coating it- they already knew. It still didn’t change the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. “ It will... “ Marisol trailed off, “ Corypheus will attack with an army made up of either Mages or Templars-“ “Wait, this Corypheus is he the same as this Elder One?” Shit. That’s right, this early on they only know of Corypheus as the Elder One. Well, it’s already out there…. Besides knowing his name this early cannot affect anything badly, right? It’s not like they never find out either. “He is. I have no idea where he is,” Marisol released a breath, the action blowing a few stray strands of hair out of her face for a moment, ” but I know he wants the Mages and Templars same as you.” A small niggling feeling in the back of her head is telling Marisol she may have said too much. How much is too much, though? They already know about the attack on Haven after all….

[travelingtwentysomething]

@realchickenmanny why you come into my ask, ask me my favorite word, follow me, and then when I messaged you asking if I was funny enough for your tag, you blocked me? I don't understand

🥸->👀👓🤏->🤡

Am I not funny enough?

[followerofmercy]

Would anyone be interested in music playlists I put together?

[todd-queen]

I just love comics so much bc these are both the same character <3

[sorenlionheart]

pretty much all the fics im actively working on right now are smut related

[spiderwarden]

God FRICK. I have been WAY too tired over the past two days. I tried to write just now but I am falling ASLEEP. I'm gonna be back after my nap to do some things. I SWEAR! PINKIE PROMISE THIS TIME!

[altruistic-meme]

also i love how im tracking my daily word counts in like 4 different locations ots so funny to me. i really said "the more places i write it down, the more likely I'll remember to write it down"

[gobbluthbutagirl]

character ask - lucille 2

First impression: hey that’s liza minnelli!

Impression now: she lived. she served cunt. she got pushed down the stairs and died :(

Favorite moment: when she hit michael in the face for trying to seduce her. queen shit. also literally just the entire rivalry with lucille 1

Idea for a story: i’m gonna cheat here and repeat what i said for lucille 1. more frenemies backstory! also something exploring her relationship with argyle. him not even caring that she was missing presumed dead like. You just know some shit must have gone down between them back in the day

Unpopular opinion: well the thing is i don’t know what opinions about her are popular. AN opinion i have is i definitely feel like her relationship with gob counts as Gay Gob Foreshadowing due to the fact that like. that’s liza minnelli lol

Favorite relationship: i am once again saying lucille & lucille best frenemies forever

Favorite headcanon: i don’t have one tbh… i’m sorry women

[ozzgin]

Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.