#it ain't his style

[petrichormeraki]

doodle I forgot to post

[reikurusu]

Five Times Rei Protected Kazuki + One Time Kazuki Protected Rei We all know there were more

[lifemod17]

Hi, I'm unwell, nice to meet you!

'The Offering' breakdown on Drumeo

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[darlin-collins]

hot take: the main reason why nomads tales and audios' channel doesn't get the attention it deserves, is that the videos are not organized into playlists

[revenantghost]

My favorite part of Trimax is when Nightow just draws the boys like we hopped right into a yaoi

You know exactly what I'm talking about

[imagionary]

OH BOY Dave sure can! Do THAT! Was that presentation a one time thing or does he do that for kicks Translation: SHOULD I BE SCARED OF HIM

Itsa one time thang, babe, dontchu worry 'bout it, aight? ~

Unless you's plannin on crossin' me- hahaha! Just playin', or am I?

[izzyspussy]

my sister is telling my dad the story of last night and they are hard core both sidesing it. "well, you know, she doesn't take apologies well..." 1. that's her fucking problem not mine. 2. that doesn't have any fucking bearing on the two and a half hours straight of transphobic talk. 3. not taking an apology well is one thing, telling someone they're "lucky" you're not assaulting them when they say they're sorry for being a bit rude is actually a totally different thing LOL!

[oatmealdaydreams]

Panic & Cuddles

Another old work... oh boy. Let me know if ya wanna be added to or taken off the taglist!

Pairing: Moxiety

Trigger/Content Warning: panic attack (descriptive)

Description: Virgil finds Patton in the midst of emotional distress, and he doesn't hesitate before going to comfort him.

Extra: another old oneshot from Wattpad! Y'all wanted the Patton hurt/comfort first, so here it is. The other one should come out sometime soon. You decide if it's romo or platonic, idk anymore.

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

[read under the cut]

Patton was so confused, rocking himself as he curled into a ball on his bed.

He'd been in his room for a while. Hiding. He didn't remember what started it exactly, something about the near future and not wanting to deal with it. His heart pounded in his chest. His lungs felt tight, his chest felt like bricks were weighing it down. He couldn't breath, and tears were freely flowing down his face. He whimpered and cried quietly, trying to hide his struggles. His body shook.

Patton felt out of control. He felt like he was spiralling down, down, down. He felt dizzy. Was the room spinning? It was spinning, right?

He placed his forehead on his knees, bringing himself closer in on himself. He kept rocking, trying to regulate whatever was happening to him.

Was he dying?

He didn't want to die.

He had to protect Thomas!

What about Logan, the twins, Janus?

Virgil?

Please, he didn't want to die!

Oh god, he was going to die.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears poured down his face. He cried out a little louder as he gasped for breath. It did nothing. Nothing could help him. He was left alone to suffer, to rot.

To die.

A soft knock on his door made him flinch. He hugged himself tighter. He cried and whimpered again, only getting louder. Another knock as his door. He felt paralyzed. He couldn't move. He was drowning, gasping for air.

"Patton?" a familiar voice asked, laced with worry as another knock rang out.

Patton gasped sharply, his lungs on fire and his body's shaking worsening.

"Popstar?" it was Virgil, knocking at the door.

Patton was trying his best to hold in a sob. He didn't want Virgil to see him so sad and broken and terrified. He didn't want any of his kiddos to see him like that.

Against Patton's hopes, Virgil opened the door and came in. As it shut behind him, he froze at the sight of a panicking Morality. He quickly overcame it, however, in favour of helping the poor dad character. He calmly walked to Patton's side and sat down in front of him on the bed.

He noticed how bad Patton was shaking, how quickly and irregularly he was breathing. He heard how Patton cried and whimpered. How he whined.

"Pat, can you hear me?" Virgil asked gently.

Patton nodded weakly.

"Okay, it's gonna be okay. I'm going to touch your hands now. Is that alright?" Virgil kept his voice steady and clear.

Another nod from Patton and Virgil held Patton's hands in his own. He rubbed soft circles on his knuckles, trying to ground him. Patton let out a strangled sob, unable to keep it in anymore. Virgil squeezed his hands, and he squeezed lightly back.

"I'm here, Popstar. It's okay," Virgil reassured the shaking ball of Dad in front of him.

Patton only whimpered and whined in response. Virgil squeezed his hand again and got another light squeeze back.

"Breathe. Try to breathe," Virgil said gently.

Patton tried taking deep breaths, trying to comply, but his breaths came in shakily. He couldn't breathe.

Oh god--

"Hey, hey. Popstar, you got this. Just follow what I do, okay?" Virgil's voice kept Patton grounded in reality. "In for four, hold for seven, out for eight."

Virgil lightly squeezed Patton's hand, the pattern being 4, 7, 8. Patton kept trying his best to follow Virgil's guidence. He kept trying as Virgil encouraged him.

After a bit of breathing, Patton was starting to feel better. Once his breathing was close enough to normal, Virgil took one of his hands from Patton's and put it in his hair. He gently stroked his hair, feeling Patton relax more into his touch. Patton closed his eyes, leaning into Virgil's touch. It felt nice, calming. He was less shaky, only shaking slightly instead of violently.

"Good job, Pat. You're doing so good," Virgil whispered to him.

Patton hummed. He lifted his head to look at Virgil, his eyes red and puffy from the panicked crying. He rested his cheek on his knees, his face squishing. He sniffled, a look of shame etched on his face.

"I'm sorry…" he muttered, looking away from Virgil.

Virgil looked down at him, concern flooding his senses.

"Nothing to apologize for, Pat. It's okay," Virgil spoke softly, knowing how draining panic attacks could be.

"But… I don't even know what happened. I just, I freaked out for no reason," Patton argued, his voice a little shaky.

"Patton, it was a panic attack. There's always a reason, and any reason is a valid reason."

"Oh. I, uh. I didn't know that, that's what it was."

"Yeah."

"And I just… I don't want you guys to see me so sad and stuff. You're all my kiddos, I-- I don't like you seeing me hurt."

Virgil nodded and hummed. He still stroked Patton's hair, keeping him calm and aware that someone was there for him. That Virgil was there. That he cared and wouldn't just leave him when he was hurt.

"Patton. It's okay if you aren't okay. It's okay to reach out when you're feeling bad. Isn't that what you tell us? To reach out and get help if we need it?" Virgil said.

"Yeah, because you guys can't control when-- oh. I get it now," Patton realized what his emo friend meant.

"You should practice what you preach, Popstar."

Patton hummed. He looked back to Virgil, thinking for a moment. He sniffled, still a little embarrassed about his overflow of emotions.

"Can… can I have a hug?" Patton asked softly.

Virgil smiled at him, and nodded. He removed his hands from Patton's hair and his own hand before engulfing him in a tight embrace. Patton gripped Virgil's jacket, holding on tighter. He nuzzled his head in Virgil's shoulder and leaned into Virgil's touch. He closed his eyes, breathing in for a moment and sighed. He liked it when he could get moments like this with Virgil. Just them two, being able to take a minute and relax.

He moved his head, placing it on Virgil's chest. He listened to his heartbeat, feeling a wave of calm wash over him. He felt so tired from the panic attack, and he almost fell asleep then and there. Virgil slowly layed down, Patton now laying on top of him. He rubbed Morality's back, drawing circles on his shoulder blades.

Before Patton could drift off to sleep, Virgil kissed the top of his head.

"Do you wanna talk about why you were upset? Or do you want a distraction?" his voice was a little quiet and low, attempting to make the nice moment last longer.

"Mm. I guess… when we were all talking about--" Patton yawned, interrupting himself. "About the future and what we'd have to deal with soon, it kinda just… overwhelmed me? Thomas has been going through a lot lately, and the reality of it came crashing down. I just… it's a lot, not just for me. I guess I kinda… overreacted… a bit."

"Hey, you didn't overreact. You're right, Thomas has been going through a lot of shit recently--"

Patton muttered a half-hearted "language".

"--and it's been rough on everyone. You may be more affected, though, since you're literally Thomas' heart. You're all his emotions, good and bad. Your reaction is normal. You were overwhelmed. You didn't overreact," Virgil finished explaining.

Virgil looked down at Patton, who's lips were parted and who's chest slowly rose and fell. He smiled fondly as Patton slept soundly, wiping the tear streaks from his face. He kissed the top of Patton's head again, holding him close. Patton smiled sleepily, snuggling deeper into Virgil.

Virgil whispered a sweet, "Goodnight, Popstar."

He pulled out a phone and began scrolling through Tumblr. He felt proud of himself for being able to calm Patton down and ease him into sleep. He knew he wasn't always helpful, so when he was? It was one of the best feelings in the world.

Especially when it came to Patton, who'd always helped him. He was glad he got to show his love for his friend.

And whenever Patton needed it, he'd always be there.

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @thegoldenduckie

[canary-song]

E-90214 (Noir York / Noir Peter's universe) headcanon; Visiting and current 'protagonists' over time steadily pick up the need to narrate their current situations, internal motivations, and emotional states - even if only internally.

Nobody becomes naturally poetic / dramatic or well-spoken due to this, they just feel the need to Monologue, with this being more pronounced with longer exposure to the universe itself. Born resident protagonists have this as a near permanent staple of their psychology, and consistent visitors might still narrate for a bit even after leaving E-90214.

[harrysmimi]

Yummy Yummy Ravioli in my Tummy Tummy 😩🤌😩🤌

[enchantrum]

unrelated to anything but I can't stand the art style of One Piece and I don't understand how anyone can look at it without being vaguely grossed out. everything and everyone looks so ugly and it weirdly messes with my synesthesia in a way where I feel like the whole cast just smells of dirty old feet gdsfj;oigdhsfj;oigrsfdj;io

[russelross68]

dumbass deltarune oc/idea

Since there might be a trend of speech quirks throughout the bosses

Anjle's might be for a word at the end of it's sentence to be spelled backwards

Or

It's might be to refer to people in pronoun form as it and instead of saying gendered names like girl or boy.. It'll just use thing instead leading into it not believing in gender

Anyways, that's all for now.

[daughterofhecata]

3 (feel free to yell at certain authors xD), 7 & 9?😘

[book asks]

3. What’s something you read recently and wanted to argue with (either with the book or the author or the fans)?

...you know that feeling when you've read quite a couple books in the last time and suddenly can't remember any of them? Anyway, I'm always very willing to argue with Ben Nevis (last one was Dreiäugiger Schakal, was it really necessary to bring back Merryweather???) but Spur der Toten also makes me want to argue with Minninger. I'm still of the opinion that Clarissa's motivation for involving Bob (and by extension all of the boys) doesn't add up sufficently.

7. What book do you love but usually not recommend because it’s weird or intense, etc?

Well. I don't usually recommend the Alex Delaware novels because I still maintain that Jonathan's plots and especially solutions are at best mediocre with some very rare strokes of... not genius, but inventiveness, maybe.

Also, Anne Stuart's Still Lake is a personal favourite, that's just. waaaaay too concerned with how women should be modest and sex being dirty and bad and of course also unfulfilling unless it's true love etc etc.

9. What series has most disappointed you?

Sigh. S/kulduggery Pleasant, unfortunately. Can't even speak for Phase II (let alone Phase III? Is there a Phase III already?) but towards the end of the original series he already displayed... I don't know, a very unkind streak of killing (or otherwise taking out of the story) fan favourites that weren't also his favourites. (Most balant example is probably Tanith who just. Couldn't catch a break. But Anton and possibly Ghastly also qualify imo, maybe Dexter and Saracen too, who just got a death in fucking passing, without even letting the rest of the cast and by extension the readers probably grieve them???) Anyway, it felt like there was a vaguely mean-spirited undercurrent in the last things I read and I didn't agree with A Lot of choices he made for Phase II, so I fell out of love hard.

[starlene]

Losing my mind about the second Finnish production of Så som i himmelen cutting the whole prologue again.

[mad-hunts]

what's your hotness diagnosis?

person on the train reading a book hot.

you're totally their type. well, you're not. but that's what the passenger across from you is thinking as you sit there, completely oblivious. you're mysterious and serene, and look so natural sitting there on the train they think your feet might be bolted to the floor the way the chairs and safety rails are. you're in your own world, you're reading something with an intriguing title, and without even knowing it, passengers are praying for some reason that you'll look up and ask for their number. you don't, of course. and they don't ask for yours, either. how could they disturb such a peaceful moment? but despite the fact that nothing was said, they managed to fall in love with you for 15 minutes. for the rest of the day they think about what your voice might've sounded like, what your interests might've been, how you might've smiled at them like they were your whole world if they'd managed to make you feel that way. you have that effect on people, in case you didn't know.

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