#it clouds our judgement

[transmandrake]

Actually adding on to my tags cuz (unsurprisingly) this post got hate and I gotta say

'Don't hate men' doesnt mean you blindly trust every single man you meet. It doesnt mean you have to be nice to men who are creeps and assholes. If every man you've ever met has been a creep or asshole then go ahead don't give them your time or patience.

I can count on one hand the amount of men who I consider kind people. I struggled with hating men my whole life.

But yknow what? That hatred was still irrational. It did not matter how 'proven right' my 'intuitions' were, every time you assume the worst, you fail yourself and others.

If you assume the worst, you will always be proven correct. Because good men don't want interact with people who obviously want nothing to do with them. Bad men don't care how hostile you are if they think they can get away with something.

You always lose when you hate.

And for the record... If you're always going on about misogynistic trans men, but get mad at this post... You are transphobic. Either hatred is a trans issue or both insinuations are wrong. Yeah yeah patriarchy yeah yeah misogyny... Guess what. Plenty of trans men and women have been systemically harmed by women and 'womens spaces'.

If its rational for women to hate men because men have systemic power over them, then its rational for trans men to hate cis women because cis people have systemic power over them.

But it's not, is it? If you understand that that's still misogyny and not justified, then you must understand hating men is still not justified.

You can't go about your life assuming half the population is evil.

transgender women who have an irrational hatred of men you GOTTA get over that. Come on now

[parabelllvm]

Have you ever had a brief, uneasy feeling that you can't explain? Like a random bout of anxiety that just seeps into you slowly — causing a tightness in your chest, an inability to focus, some difficulty sitting still, the urge to go do something else or be somewhere else? Sometimes, being around the main six ( Kiara, Hayden, Iokua, Beatrice, Jaime, and Nathaniel ) causes that — at least in Eokketion.

Whether or not it affects beings outside of the realm is up to y'all but the reason why it affects Teoniv citizens so viscerally is because of magic. Because it is so deeply ingrained in society and in their physiology, perceived disturbances in said magic tends to result in physical reaction. For example, the energy of magic in Eokketion is not compatible with the energy of magic elsewhere ( think oil and water ); and this means that Teoniv beings that leave the realm can't replenish their magic if they aren't home. If they begin run out of magic, their body will begin to shut down and they will get sick. If they're running on empty, they run a very real risk of dying.

With the kiddos, their body "operates" on two sources of magic. One is Teoniv ( which they were born with ) and the other is Pheric ( due to the eldritch gods/abominations taking a snooze in all six of them ). Teoniv and Pheric magic are not opposed to each other — and honestly are like two sides of the same coin if we don't factor in Xathil magic — but Teoniv bodies are not suited for Pheric magic. It, quite literally, burns through them and there is very little way to mitigate that because they're just… incompatible. And they were made incompatible on purpose.

Ignoring how all that makes the kiddos feel for a moment, the resulting incompatibility leads to… a leak, of sorts. They all have seals who main function is to act as a partition between these two sources and keep the other, "less welcome" source contained. However, like most things, the layers of these seals erodes over time ( I think I had established that it takes about… 5 years or so in a deleted post… which I will remake at some point ) and when each one does, magic does begin to seep out. It's in small, usually unnoticeable quantities early on… but that changes as time passes. Of course the kiddos feel it but they've gotten used to the sensation, so they sometimes ignore it if they're focused on something else or tired or feeling some other rush of emotion. Magic, in these realms, permeates through the air, and some different types ( like Pheric magic ) move through it very quickly. It's not strong enough to burn anyone but contact with it does cause that weird, unnaturally warm feeling you get when you're anxious.

on top of that, these beings ( even when dormant ) exert... a sort of pressure that is indistinguishable from normal when the seals are fully functioning. but as they erode, that pressure increases bit by bit. it's almost like something is pushing down on you or... restricting your movements. the intensity of it ticks up every half a decade — quicker if the seal cracks under emotional and physical stress.

this is all to say... if someone has know them a while and they get this weird overwhelming sense of anxiety that only happens when they are near, that is why :) the only ones it doesn't happen to so far is Brodiaea and Núnmai

[verridith]

Thought this needed to be on all of my socials. <3

[djbeatz]

Chap 105

Manga spoilers under the cut

Okay, I’m happy that Chuuya is alive an all but I can’t be the only one who thinks that when the BSD fandom saw a possibility that he might die or live we all just came up with the most convoluted shit to how he may be prevented from dying and we all missed the fact that it was a SLIDING DOOR and he could’ve used some kind of drainage method?

I’m the only person who thinks we all missed the simplest fucking solution???

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Ghost: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Y/N a little bit. Price, holding Ghost's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Ghost: No, that's our joint tombstone. Price: My mistake.

[zhongrin]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

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[arcane-ish]

Silco & Ekko

It just makes me so happy that they made the time to establish that Silco likes Ekko in the alt!universe.

I feel like even our Silco would in the end see Ekko as a good choice (and beyond the grave Silco would be happy if Ekko and Jinx travel the world together).

In the end Jinx chose a strappin, young revolutionary and community builder with a chip on his shoulder he isn't afraid to join the fight and get into people's faces (while also being genuinely kind). He's probably pretty much the perfect son in law as far as Silco is concerned aside from the fact that Silco likely would be suspicious of anybody in the beginning.

(I mean seriously, Ekko is like the only character in the undercity aside from Sevika who has an actual mind for politics)

And when Ekko talked to Powder about negativity clouding his judgement/losing sights of the vision for Zaun, I felt that. It reminded me a lot of my "why after Act 1 is Silco seemingly just building up more and more power rather than doing direct action, like he wanted to do in Act 1". It seems like Ekko and Silco could have some really deep conversations after a drink to two, if they were honest with each other.

And can we talk about how apparently Vander is trying to talk Ekko into taking over the bar? Presumably so he and Silco can just be happy gay pensioners and/or world travelers somewhere?

Or do you read this as a hint by the show that Ekko will or should lead Zaun?

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

clark: look, i know you think my judgement's clouded because i like bruce a little bit-

diana, holding clark’s notepad: you doodled your wedding invitation.

clark: no, that's our joint tombstone.

diana: my mistake.

[theprinceofdarknesssquad]

Will: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Nico a little bit. Percy, holding Will's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Will: No, that's our joint tombstone. Percy: My mistake.

[emacrow]

The jealous child, Three Sisters, and Consequences of a foretold prophecy

"I was supposed to be the youngest, I trained all through my childhood to save you all and yet I wasn't the glorified prophecy child that the Three Sisters foretold." Zeus snapped as he thrown his lightning at a poor mountain icy snow top above Olympus, cracking the top of it in half.

"I was supposed to be praised to lead everyone to greatness and glory that would have mortals worshipping us for eons but yet here we are split away from the mortal realms due because Pandora and that blasted human who killed our only remaining hold on the living world!" The clouds trembled deep grey as the sounds of thunder rumbled and crack, before the rains fell hard as Zeus nearly broke the stone table with his fist as he fell onto his knees.

"But even before I knew as time past on, I had cause the very downfall of Olympic Empire that the Sisters foretold if I kept what I'd done hidden away for all these years..."

Nearly all the Gods and Goddesses couldn't believe their ears, most were too shocked or disappointed to move beside Hades who steadily walked toward Zeus.

Hades help him get up from his defeated looking form before speaking.

"You have carried this secrets since the very beginning and I have only eight things to say." He said before, grabbing Zeus by his throat and literally choking the near immortal life outta of him as his black hair nearly ignited in a deep rosey red fire.

"You Cocky Fucking Jealous Son of a Bitch!" Hades growled menacingly as he topple on Zeus helding him to the ground.

"You mean to tell me that Everything we have gone through, all the crap you put everyone through with your terrible Decision making, tragical unforseenable and judgements, most of our demigod children killed or suffer a terrible fate and being trapped along here severed from the mortal realms beside the underworld could have all been avoided if you haven't killed our youngest sibling because you were jealous that you weren't the last born." Hades nearly spate hellflames as the very air cold into negative degrees while Persephone let him take his long held anger out because even her distant mother would agree that was lower then a diseased rat to do such a thing.

Meanwhile Shazam was having the most painfully split migraine, chewing on caramel popcorn as he was writing down some notes on what he was listening on from the Gods and Goddess. To later tell the other heroes about then.

Part 5 << >> Part 7

[askclato]

Colin: I know you think my judgement’s clouded because I like Penelope a little bit.

Anthony: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Colin: No, that’s our joint tombstone.

Anthony: My mistake.

[parabelllvm]

Kiara is the perfect companion for summer fun because she is literally a walking ice machine. You will always beat the heat if she's around.... plus she's like a walking disney princess so bonus animals

Nate would also be perfect also on account of the ice but he actually despises summer so he will never be outside if he doesn't have to be. Cindrel also hates summer but he at least has a shorter coat for it. Nate just suffers.

It's honestly really funny because you'd think Ki wouldn't be able to handle the heat because Sirecia is either freezing cold or slightly less cold. And Gwyv is pretty moderate ( and experiences and actual summer ). But since she's half isodian (sun fae), she's fine. Nate has always just hated super hot temperatures in general tbh. Dry heat is manageable but since Gwyv borders a body of water, he's used to humid summers.

[schadenfreudich]

I think I found the term I was looking for to describe Franz. Angelic.

And I only found it because Franz was indirectly describing himself as a demon disguising himself as an angel. I disagree with that description. I would describe him as a deeply hurt angel, made to feel like demon because of his wrath, so his true form feels like a disguise, a lie, rather than what he truly is.

[gilverrwrites]

Bruce and Jason discussing Sionis!Reader

Jason: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like her a little bit.

Bruce: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Jason: No, that’s our joint tombstone.

Bruce: ...

Bruce: My mistake.

[t00thpasteface]

okay @quordleona03 has the funniest tags. poll solved. you heard it here first: It Doesn't Count If...

there was no penetration

mulcahy didn't orgasm

the other man didn't orgasm

both of them were drunk

they were under fire and legitimately thought they were going to be killed

they didn't get undressed

mulcahy didn't get undressed

the other man didn't get undressed

both of them were wearing so many layers of clothing they didn't actually touch any skin at all

it was dark

it was fairly dark

it was broad daylight but they were lost behind enemy lines and hiding in a deserted cabin under enemy fire

mulcahy was asleep and thought he was having a dream

both of them were asleep when they started cuddling

really the intention was sleepy cuddling except both of them had orgasms

mulcahy was so tired he didn't know what he was doing

hawkeye was so tired he really needed some physical comfort

mulcahy loves hawkeye very very much and mostly only means to comfort him except sometimes they end up having blissful mutual orgasms

okay quite often but God probably understands

anyway they didn't actually fuck

feel free to clarify/justify your answer however you want. or don't, and just keep 'em guessing. i think "rule of funny" is a good enough reason for anything btw

[inkdrinkerworld]

Could we get a follow up to Dealer!Remus and Shy!reader where we get a glimps into their book date? Absolutely loved what you did with their first interaction ✨

Part one wc: 792

You’ve changed outfits at least three times already and you’re not sure if what you’ve got on now will be your last outfit.

Remus texted you half an hour ago to let you know he was on his way for you with a well worn copy of ‘You’ve Reached Sam’ and directions to a cafe that served the best hot chocolate and sticky buns.

You’re pinning your hair down when there’s a rap at your door. “Fuck,” you mutter as you shove your socked feet into your shoes and grab your book off your vanity before rushing down the stairs.

You take a couple seconds to catch your breath before opening the door.

Remus stands before you in a burnt orange sweater that features a black cat on its back kicking up a purple ball of yarn, and dark brown corduroys.

He’s also got a small bouquet of flowers in his hands- baby breaths, pink roses and a couple peonies.

“Hi,” you hope you don’t sound as awkward as you feel. Sure Remus is nice and he’s possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes upon, but it makes him a little more intimidating.

“Hi,” his smile is slow and easily given. “You look lovely.”

He means it too. You’re wearing a red Christmas sweater over a white collared shirt that's got little pink stars on it, a black skirt and ruby red Mary Jane’s with hot pink socks with a star rainbow on the ankle.

In your hands is your prized possession; the last book you’d read that you’d gone home and annotated after you left Remus’ dispensary.

“Thank you,” you motion him inside. “Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.” You manage the words without tripping over them and for that you’re grateful.

Remus hands them over as you fill a vase, watch as you carefully take them out of the cellophane and snip the ends.

“Ready?” You ask as you look up, finding Remus’ gaze laser focused on you. Dear god, you hope your nose isn’t sweating.

“Yeah,” Remus smiles when you pull the door shut behind you, your perfume floats behind you and he gets a good bit of the cappuccino, whipped cream and caramel scent and decides it’s the only thing he wishes to smell for the rest of his life.

“Do you know which hot chocolate you’re getting?”

You bite your lips as Remus opens the passenger side door for you and shake your head.

You deliberate your words carefully, you fight the urge to nibble on the side of your nails- Mary had just painted them a pretty red for the season.

Your voice is soft and a little quiet, but Remus hears you just fine as he buckles himself into the car.

“I usually get a peppermint one, but I like the classic one to form an opinion.”

Remus nods, a smile on his face as he starts the car.

“That’s a good plan, dove.” The pet name slips out like it’s the most normal thing, and Remus doesn’t miss the way you flip the book over in your lap nervously.

“Did you know there was controversy about the story?” You ask quickly, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear as you hazard a glance at Remus.

“I did not. Can you tell me or will it cloud my judgement?” He catches the barest of smiles on your face and wants to keep it there.

“It might, maybe when you’re finished I’ll tell you and you can let me know if you agree with it or not?”

It comes across flirty and it wasn’t your intention but Remus chuckles softly and nods so you don’t rush to take it back.

“I would love that,” he parks and turns to you as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “I have to forewarn you,”

Your breath hitches, your hands gripping the book in your lap as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“The book does make you cry.”

You breathe out harshly, your eyebrows smoothing out as he smiles at you- all mischief and a little bit of teasing.

“You’re mean, Remus.” He chuckles with a tiny shrug.

“C’mon, let’s go get our treats.”

You spend nearly two hours in the cafe, talking with Remus over a sticky bun and a hot chai instead of chocolate because it went better- per Remus’ suggestion.

In turn he’d taken your suggestion of a hot chocolate and a slice of orange cinnamon coffee cake which he loved.

The date was wonderful, Remus got you an extra sticky bun to go and you’d smiled when he kissed your cheek at your doorstep.

You smiled even more when he didn’t drive off till you shut your front door behind you.