#it’s been so long and i mean it’s so insignificant but also it’s so fun i legit forgot how it feels when it’s just dumb and fun ahshdhdhd

[hanjlsung-archive]

hi beloveds!! hope everyone’s been well! as always have a lil kiss and hug (((hugs tightly))) <3

[liyaauhr]

I think one of the beautiful aspects of the SBG friendship is the fact that it was formed (as far as we know) purely by chance. If it weren’t for Aiden forcing his way into Ashlyn’s house and practically weaselling her way into his life, convincing her to go on the Savannah trip with the rest of the group resulting in them getting sucked into the phantom world and spending days together, then all of their lives would have been unchanged. And tbh, when you observe at all their home lives and attitudes before Savannah, I don’t think that would have necessarily been a good thing for all of them.

And it’s funny to think about how they would’ve continued their lives just walking past each other in the hallways on the way to class.

Red actually confirmed this herself:

Ashlyn would have assumably continued her life without friends, which in a lot of cases can be extremely isolating and don’t work out in the long term. It’s a hard mindset to break out of and would have made it harder for her to understand others.

The term ‘loners’ applies to all of them because no matter the social status, they were all alone.

Logan was a victim of bullying, cornered by people and having his kindness taken advantage of to the point where he felt worthless with insignificant contributions. If it weren’t for his friends, he would’ve never stood up for both himself and his bullies’ next victim and just look at how much of a badass he’s grown to be! They gave him confidence and a purpose, he knows his role in the group and helps Ashlyn with strategising, he’s got friends now and he’s not so lonely anymore.

Taylor and Tyler Hernandez are pretty implicitly stated as popular, you can see it in panels where they’re constantly surrounded by a large group of people, not to mention Tyler being a jock. But being surrounded by people doesn’t necessarily make you less lonely, the two have only ever had each other in their lives. Tyler was never able to have fun because he was too busy caring for his mother and sister while still trying to get a sports scholarship for university and Taylor watched as her twin began to load too many weights onto himself. After the Sorrel Weed house, Tyler and Taylor began to open up and have fun, for once they were both finally able to have people to rely on since the death of their parents.

Aiden had been travelling around and meeting people who he knew wouldn’t stay in the end, how could they when not even his own parents could? I think it’s pretty implied that Aiden’s parents were pretty neglectful and emotionally unavailable, being described as away on business trips and unaware of his low point in life. He also couldn’t make friends that would last because they moved so often (which I can only imagine how lonely that could be). It’s also pretty implied that Aiden’s untethered a major adrenaline seeker, reckless and uncaring of the danger he puts himself in.

Yet once he saw Ashlyn upset over his death, he had finally found a motivation to live again and with his friends, days aren’t suddenly spent alone anymore.

It was also by chance that Ben Clark ended up moving in with Aiden’s family and due to messed up reasons at that. His dreams of singing were forcibly taken from him leaving him with unmanaged anger and building resentment, his situation was so traumatising to the where he went mute. Losing the one thing you love and are good at is a visceral pain, something he’s been holding in for years.

Then he meets Aiden, he trusts him and follows him around and sort of became comfort blankets for eachother.

So funnily enough, I think you can credit Aiden for being the reason they’ve all met now.

By pure coincidence, Ashlyn got placed next to Aiden. By pure coincidence, they ended up on the same bus. Now, they’re all roped into a phantom realm together but at least they have each other and I think there’s something really beautiful about that because without even meaning to, they’ve made such a huge impact on eachother’s lives.

Without the phantom realm, they would have had normal lives unharmed but would they have been fulfilled?

(Can you tell I’m a sucker for the found family trope?)

[scekrex]

I shall greet you with a good morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night/midnight.I hope this pity request of mine shall be noticed or seen at once

I just wonder how about a angel reader that helps during the creation of Eden like when Adam was created Reader couldn't help but befriended with the poor lonely mortal every day and every moment he has and the creator likes seeing that his angel is accompanying his first mortal creation while he was making the soulmate of the insignificant mortal who keeps talking about different that is seen around the garden of Eden they even named animals but i must remind you that this time Adam was still a kind soul and Lucifer on the other hand was quite jealous on the mortal and angel(reader) interaction since he's been admiring reader for such a long time so timeskip when both of Adams spouses left him there is his only friend angel hugging him comforting him and ended up sleeping together

-i hope this wasn't much of a bother to you dear writer and be careful have a long life always take care of your health!who knows who your death might be anywhere near anyways i highly appreciate that this pity request of mine reached your attention so this is where I shall end my poetic request your fan:P

By sleeping together I assume you meant physically sleeping and not sex - if I misunderstood let me know. ALSO MOM WAKE UP I HAVE A FAN HOLY SHIT dzcuehcz

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If you were to be asked how existence was before god had created Adam, you weren’t to respond with ‘boring’, because it never had been boring. But with Adam created, it was much more entertaining, that was for sure.

The creatures Adam had started to call ‘animals’ at some point had been cute and entertaining, they had been fun to observe and figure out, the ones with fur were so soft to pet. And yet the human that lived in Eden was far more interesting - how could he not be? Adam, as he had been named, was a kind one. And you were proud to say that you had been the first of the angels to interact with him. You visited the human every day, spent the time with him when God’s tasks ran out - after the first time meeting Adam that had happened a lot. Father had made it clear that he liked the bond that slowly formed between the both of you. Yes, Lucifer was his favorite but that didn’t mean he hated all his other children, he even encouraged you to interact with the creative human he had created, to support him and keep him company.

Adam was quite the sight, he was not only very handsome, he was also a charmer. The brunette human was attentive, he was quick to notice and compliment even the smallest changes of your appearance. You had put in some extra effort to clean your feathered wings? The first man was there to tell you how glorious your wings were looking. Your hair was looking a little messier than usual? Adam would make sure you were doing okay and that your messy hair didn’t mean you were stressed. God had created Adam after his very own image and it showed, the man was the definition of kindness and pureness and you adored him for that.

The sun was shining down on you, providing comfortable warmth for you, the human and all of God’s other creations. Lucifer’s curious eyes were observing your interaction with the human from a nearby tree. You were laying in the grass, Adam’s head was resting on your chest and he was as relaxed as he could be when he pointed to a little creature with beautiful wings that landed on your nose, “Look Y/N, a butterfly.” You chuckled softly at his casual way of naming the new found creature that would now be called butterfly. ���Its wings look almost as beautiful as yours,” the brunette added with a soft hum and watched as the newly named creation flew away. One of mentioned wings came up to caress his cheek, the softness of your feathers against his skin made Adam close his eyes in comfort. “You’re such a charmer, Adam,” you offered the first and so far only human your warmest smile. The tall brunette hummed, “I am just stating how things are, it only makes sense for God’s children to look beautiful.” Your hand gently pushed some of his thick brown hair out of his face, “Is that the reason for your divine looks?”

Adam opened his eyes to look at you, his brown eyes provided just as much warmth as the sun, that you were sure about. Because whenever the first man looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel adored and appreciated and those feelings made your body feel warm and fuzzy.

Lucifer didn’t like the closeness the both of you shared, he didn’t understand why you took such a liking to the first human at all. He was a mortal, a thing created to fill the place God had created, he was just one out of many creations and he surely wouldn’t remain the only of his kind for very long, Father had made plans to create a partner for Adam after all. Why couldn't it be Lucifer resting on your chest as you enjoyed the beauty Father had created? Why Adam?

Lucifer would never understand what the brunette had to offer that he hadn’t. There was a reason why he was Father’s favorite after all. And yet you were petting Adam’s hair and not Lucifer’s. Yet you rather spent your days roaming around Eden with the first human instead of spending your days behind heaven’s holy gates with Lucifer. It bothered the angel, it bothered him very much.

When the sun set and night rolled around, Lucifer took off and went back to heaven, you however stayed in Eden with Adam. “You see the little sparkles surrounded by darkness? Those are stars,” Adam mumbled, his eyes were falling shut again and again and yet the mortal refused to go to sleep. Why sleep when he could enjoy your company a little longer? “Yeah,” you hummend, “Why so?” The brunette shrugged, “It feels right to call them that, they glow even though darkness surrounds them constantly, they bring dimension to the dark night sky and yet they don’t shine bright enough to hurt your eyes, they feel comfortable just like the word ‘star’ does.” And that made sense, you guessed. Father had given Adam the task to name things and the first human was doing a great job so far. “You are a star too, Y/N,” he then added and you looked at him, his head still resting on your chest. Your wings came up to wrap around the human, providing warmth the sun couldn’t since it had set a while ago. “Because I shine in the dark?” You were referring to the white feathers of your wings that looked like they were glowing in the dark just like the stars were. Adam though shook his head, “No, because you feel comfortable.”

Adam didn’t remain alone for very long and while that caused your visits to reduce since he now had proper company, it didn’t shrink the bond you two had built, you remained just as close as before. But with more time that you spent in heaven, the more you realized Lucifer’s odd behavior towards you and the grudge he seemed to hold against Adam for no reason at all. “I simply do not like you spending so much time around the human, “ the blonde angel spoke, his words were sour and his body language only underlined the honesty of his spoken words. “He was not created for our entertainment.” You however simply shook your head lightly, “Father said he appreciates me spending time with Adam, he thinks it’s a good influence and while Lilith was made from him for him, Father sees no problem in me continuing my visits, he even encourages them. I understand that you are worried, Lucifer,” you rested your hand gently on his shoulder, “But Adam and I get along really well.”

-

But oh how things took a bad turn, no one had expected Lilith to turn down Adam and seek comfort in Lucifer and neither did anyone expect Eve to eat the apple and leave Adam just like Lilith had done before.

As soon as you heard the news you made your way down to Eden to look for the brunette first human. You found him near a lake, your lake to be exact, Adam had named that one lake after you because it was the place you and him spent most of your nights. It was surrounded by trees and yet it offered a perfectly clear view of the sky. A family of ducks lived near that lake and given that those ducks had feathers that reminded him of your wings - one of them was a purely white duck - he had named this spot after you. So it was obvious he would seek comfort at your spot. “Adam,” your soft voice made him look up, you stood next to where he was sitting, tears were standing in his eyes and his cheeks were red - so were his puffy eyes. You sat down next to the lonely human, carefully lifted him in your lap and pulled him in a tight hug, your wings wrapped around the human's body in comfort. Adam clearly needed some comfort. “I heard, I’m so sorry.” The human remained silent, he hadn’t had the strength to talk about what had happened and you understood, it must be very hard to lose the one that had been created for him and only him twice in a row. “I will stay for as long as you need me,” you whispered as you gently patted his back on slow motions. The poor soul was hurt so badly that you were able to feel the damage that had been caused by both of his women turning against him. “For the night?” he asked with a broken voice as tears leaked from his eyes, you nodded. “For the night, “ you assured him, “And for the following day as well, if you wish so.” His fingers dug into your robe, he held onto you as if he was afraid to lose you too and given the situation you understood.

The first man must have been quite exhausted from all the crying he had done because it didn’t take the brunette very long to fall asleep in your arms, and you stayed. You stayed at Eden for an entire week, and you only left after that week because Father had asked to speak with you. Adam was left with your promise to come back and that promise you fulfilled when you returned to him only a few hours later. From then on the human refused to let you leave for very long, he was too afraid you would turn against him as well, but how could you when he was the most perfect thing Father had ever created? No. You would keep him from more damage, guide his soul until he was ready to join you in heaven. And with Fathers blessing, that was your task for the following years.

[moonstandardtime]

i've been using tiktok a lot the past few months, since my irls use it and i'm bored. here are some things ive noticed

(disclaimer: this is influenced by the tiktok algorithm, obviously. it is also influenced by who i follow on tumblr. i personally don't post on tiktok, but aside from that i use the two platforms pretty similarly and interact with the same type of content.)

(another disclaimer: this is entirely for fun and to provide a new perspective. be nice.)

under cut because it got really long loll. enjoy

tumblr users get REALLY mean, judgy, and holier-than-thou about tiktok. tiktok users, on the rare occasions tumblr is brought up, speak pretty positively (though secretively) about it. saw a tiktok that mentioned tumblr and the top comment was about shoelaces, and the creator replied saying they don't know what that means.

tiktok users aren't stupid or lesser than you. stop "not like other girls"-ing social media.

omegaverse comes up with about the same frequency on both platforms. i do interact with tiktoks about fanfiction, so that's probably why omegaverse shows up on my fyp in the first place, but i don't interact much if at all with tiktoks about omegaverse. yet they still show up.

fanfiction culture on tiktok is a little strange. they mostly make funny videos about accidentally skimming over the mpreg tag and getting jumpscared, and other relatable jokes.

the fanart on tumblr is better because it's easier to find and interact with.

tiktok loves edits. and the edits are SO GOOD. guys oh my god

tiktok also loves tweening, 2015 animation memes style. animation memes seem to be coming back i think?

on social issues, tiktok users seem generally much more optimistic than tumblr users. possibly because of the more potent sense of community caused by the "speaking directly at the camera" format as opposed to the "writing an essay mostly anonymously and hoping people actually read it" format. especially now, i feel far more inspired to act when using tiktok, and far more like i'm bracing for my inevitable doom when using tumblr.

on that note, tiktok's algorithm actually lends quite well to communication. tiktok users want people to see and interact with their videos, so they speak in a way that encourages conversation. this makes it feel more like an open friendly discussion. tumblr, however, has no such algorithm, and interacting with posts feels much more distant, so making a post about a serious topic is more akin to shouting your frustrations into the void and hoping someone on the other side hears and agrees with you.

the jokes on tumblr are funnier. tiktok loves their mediocre skits. nobody is that blunt in normal conversation and it's making your bit feel stilted, guys.

tumblr's sense of humor isn't unique, though. the format is just a little better for it.

tiktok users don't seem to piss on the poor as much. maybe because it's embarrassing to look inept and stupid when your face is attached to what you're saying? there's also access to body language and tone, and less pressure to say exactly what you mean in the exact right way the first time you say it without angering anyone.

14 year olds still engage in purity culture regardless of platform. this is because they're 14 years old.

i'm finding a LOT of great music through tiktok. it's awesome. genuinely one of my favorite things about the app.

tiktok is judgy and weird about things like appearance. tumblr is judgy and weird about morals. i prefer tiktok on this because at least i can say "normalise fatness" without being jeered at.

tumblr users love to guilt trip.

the "unalived" problem is not as bad as you guys make it out to be. tiktok users don't actually seem to say it much and prefer other euphemisms, especially when being serious. in no particular order, i've seen "departed this mortal coil", "passed", "eliminated" (usually in reference to the uhc ceo), and, a not insignificant amount of times, just "died" with the captions reading "unalived" or "d*ed" or something of the sort. it's still a problem with younger people, but for the most part everyone seems pretty against terms like "unalived" spreading into real life.

i DO see people using "grape" a lot more than "rape". probably because the word has a lot of weight and people are afraid of the topic. there's also a bigger fear of censorship here than with death and drugs; death and drugs are just a part of life. sexual assault? not so much. everyone seems pretty against the term "grape" spreading into real life too.

sex is a weird topic regarding self-censorship. when sharing personal drama, people approach it like they're in a room with children. in all other contexts it's pretty candid. when talking about sexual assault people like to dance around it. basically all like real life conversation, just ticked up a notch or two. i can't say anything about the extensive euphemisms of booktok smut povs, because i haven't seen a single one ever.

there are SO MANY ADS on tiktok. well. not really. there's a pretty normal amount of ads and a shit ton of lives and even more sponsored posts and posts where the poster gets commissions from advertising a tiktok shop item. it feels like you're being inundated with ads.

i'm white so i'm speaking from experience here (though i'm obviously not the end-all-be-all voice on this)—accidental racism is a lot easier to spot and fix on tiktok. it's a lot easier to see if your fyp is entirely white people and sometimes a poc every once in a while, since their faces are all right there, than it is to take note of the race of each of the faceless bloggers you follow on a pretty anonymous site. it's also easier to fix; on tiktok you can just look up something like "black hairstyles", like a few posts, and now there's black people on your fyp. if you interact with their posts normally, there won't be much more issue. on tumblr you'd have to specifically seek out someone, which feels almost performative to me, and also something that, regardless of biases, takes a lot more effort.

on a similar but contrasting note, tumblr's lack of algorithm makes it a lot less easy to fall down weird rabbit holes. on tiktok, though, it is concerningly easy to be boiled like a frog down pipelines, whether they be alt-right or conspiracy theory or astrology that devolves really quickly into a new type of essentialism. i like to think i'm pretty Aware of what i interact with online and how, but people on tiktok reaallyy like astrology and i've nearly slipped quite a few times thanks to a passing interest in tarot.

tiktok users are weirdly reliant on tiktok. tumblr users are weirdly reliant on tumblr. tiktok users don't have a superiority complex about it, though. i think we should all expand our horizons.

conclusion: to me tumblr feels like a club and tiktok feels like chatting with strangers at a chill party. i don't think one is better than the other; they're pretty drastically different platforms and can't really be compared like that. i feel like they're both somewhat necessary internet ecosystems. tumblr is anonymous, non-algorithmic, and has far less built-in censorship. tiktok is closer to real life, allows you to easily find and explore new things, and brings communities together in a pretty impactful way. insert something inspirational and poignant about society and how humans interact here.

[hoarah-babylon]

I had to make a BIG post going over everything that's got my brain whirring after watching the story trailer - it's all my speculation and personal opinion so don't take it as fact yada yada IT'S FUN SPECULATION TIME

(I'll put it under the cut bc this is gonna be a LONG one)

“Miquella the kind spoke of the beginning. The seduction. And the betrayal. An affair from which Gold arose. And so too was Shadow born."

My interpretation of this scene is that we are seeing the creation of the Golden Order by Marika. She plucks grace from something dead and fleshy, and holds it up to the Greater Will, beckoning in her new age. It would make sense to me, considering the voiceover, that this is a dead god that has been betrayed by Marika so she can pursue her Order and claim power. It does like quite reminiscent of Kos from Bloodborne to me. The fleshiness of the corpse also reminds me of the godskins/snakeskin. However, I don't believe this is the Gloam Eyed Queen. From my understanding of the timeline (mainly thanks to @eldenringslut) the GEQ didn't come about until later on during Marika's reign - if we are seeing the creation of the GO, and my understanding of the timeline is correct, I don't think it would make sense for this to be the GEQ. I can't deny different aspects of this do allude to things related to her though - the dusky sky, the godskin-like flesh. But I almost think that would be too 'perfect' for it to fit together like that, especially with how much people want to know more about the GEQ, I think fromsoft would want to keep us in the dark and surprise us. Whatever we are seeing here, Gold and Shadow seemingly came about at the same time.

We get our first look at what appears to be Messmer's army. They appear to all wield spears which ties into Messmer's whole Impaler thing, along with the shot of the person(?) impaled on the steps. I wonder who these people were, if they had to stay in the Shadow Realm after the battle was done (if it is?). I find the design on the helmet interesting - at first glance I thought it could be a tree or roots, but actually doesn't it kind of remind you of the black tendrils that shoot out of Messmer's flame? I think it could be either, or both, or maybe it's a chicken and egg situation and they're related somehow... my first thought when the initial gameplay trailer came out was that the dark tendrils in Messmer's flame could be deathroot or something similar to that. Maybe I wasn't far off?

We get our first shot of Messmer here. His pose pretty much solidifies to me that this is his army - this is the pose of a character commanding an army. It's so classic fantasy, the composition and everything, I love it. Messmer is awesome. I'm obsessed with the snake-like flames flying above the carnage.

"What followed was a war unseen. One that could never be put to song. A purge without Grace, or honour. The tyranny of Messmer's flame."

My take on this is that once Marika had won her battle/betrayed the God we see her pluck Grace from, she had her opponents banished and/or wiped out at the hands of Messmer. I have to say, it does surprise me that it seems Messmer was around and fully grown at the creation of Marika's Order. The implications there leave me with so many questions. Who is his other parent? Marika is Numen, and they seldom give birth. This is not an insignificant thing for her to have a child, especially if the theory of births being governed by the Erdtree/Golden Order is to be believed, and this must have came about before then. It would also go against the idea that Messmer is the full brother/secret triplet of Miquella and Malenia, considering that Miq + Mal were not born until Marika had left Godfrey for Radagon. I find that detail so intriguing... especially because I was so on board with the butterfly theories.

No idea who this is, but they're cool and that definitely looks like the kind of weapon we'd be able to pick up. It just looks like a PVP weapon, know what I mean? Very reminiscent of Vyke as well imo, similar pose to the box art of him along with the billowing cape. This reminds me, I'm noticing an emphasis on hair in this trailer too - I never took much note of Marika's hair before but in this trailer there was a lot of emphasis put on how long it is, how similar it is to threads of Grace, and Miquella's hair too. It's making me think of the bible story of Samson but let me not go too off the rails

Here we have some of the coolest shots in the trailer imo. This posits the Lion/Omens as enemies of Messmer to me - which to me supports the view that Messmer is aligned with Marika. The Lion/Omens always came off to me as if they were making a mockery of the GO - positioning themselves as enemies to Marika/the GO. We get another good look at his Flame, with the tendrils. They almost remind me of thorns actually. That final shot looks like a victory scene to me. It also really hammers home the Impaler thing. The man knows his brand!

Then we pan up to see what hangs above this burned city - this 'shadow tree'. THIS IS MARIKA'S RUNE.

I think we are seeing the origins of her rune as part of the modern Elden Ring here - Grace/blessings dripping from the bough of this tree. I have to say given the imagery relating to motherhood on the run up to the DLC, the rune does look vaguely yonic, especially on the seals. I think references to motherhood are in this trailer too - Marika taking something from a fleshy orifice with a voiceover talking about seduction, I can't imagine that wasn't intentional. So far the main character we have seen is her child, after all. The whole story of Elden Ring revolves around Marika's children. I have a feeling Marika's relation to motherhood and childbearing is going to be a big theme in the DLC.

I remember when the first gameplay trailer dropped, people theorised that this was Ranni's rune, and I was happy to believe that because of the similarities to Rennala's rune. But now I believe it's Miquella's rune, for several reasons, one being it reminds me of Malenia's rune, and they are twins after all. Although Rennala and Malenia's runes are oddly similar, it just makes more sense to me that it would be Miquella's, considering we are following in his footsteps. I think these rune spikes are going to be our DLC equivalents of sites of grace.

"And so kindly Miquella would abandon everything. His golden flesh, his blinding strength..."

Abandoning his flesh is very reminiscent of Ranni... but why would he need to abandon his flesh? Perhaps after Mohg stole him away? Though I have to say, I'm warming up the idea that Mohg never actually had Miquella, he just thought he did. That might not make sense considering that body in Mohg's palace is how we get to the Shadow Lands, but I don't know, something about it doesn't sit quite right with me for some reason. The line 'his blinding strength' is a bit odd. I can't take credit for this next idea, I saw it on twitter, but someone suggested that this is referencing him potentially abandoning Malenia - his strength, his blade. For Miquella to abandon Malenia though, it doesn't exactly align with what we know of his character. This is the person that turned his back on the GO because it could do nothing for Malenia's sickness. He'd need a really good reason to do that to her. Maybe it was his only option? I'm so intrigued about why Miquella is even in the Shadow Lands to begin with. What are his motivations? Perhaps it's something to do with his proclivity to want to welcome all, especially those outside of Grace, I suppose those in the shadow lands fall under that mantle.

"Even his fate."

Now THIS is super interesting - our first look at St. Trina! In her usual purple - associated with sleep. It does also look like she's sleeping here, sinking... What on earth does it mean to say that Miquella abandoned his fate as we are shown an image of St. Trina? Was he meant to eventually become Trina fully? We don't know much about her, but we do know Trina is an aspect/alter-ego of some sort of Miquella. Considering his parents were one in the same body, it's not a stretch to assume this could be the same case here. But in Marika/Radagon's case, it doesn't seem completely intentional - with the Ring shattering, I always got the impression they each fought to be in control of their singular body. Perhaps Miquella/Trina worked together rather than against each other? The queer part of me can't help but think of some kind of allegory to transition and Miquella having to walk away from it for whatever reason... but I really don't know enough to figure anything out from this.

I saw someone point out that this shot of Trina looks like Trina's lilies too, which is super cool (sorry I don't remember who that was).

"But we are not deterred. We choose to follow. Will you walk with us?"

I'm honestly surprised to see all these characters that we saw in the previous trailer just hanging out, I assumed they'd all be enemies of different factions. But here they look like allies, and from the voiceover they sound like it too, asking if we will join them. I think the voiceover is one of these NPCs. Seeing the fighting guy second on the left has got me super excited, what if he teaches us the hands-on combat we saw him do in the first trailer? I also think the crouching character on the right is the one we saw sleeping in the purple area (Trina?) from the last trailer:

Anyway, these are my thoughts, I hope they resonate in one way or another. I can't wait to come back in a couple months and see how wrong I was <3 yayyy

[glitzreyasblog]

Hi girl! Well i want to manifest high grades in my exams but sometimes when i pass the exam and then the teachers returns my papers i find them bad...and then i give up persisting, how do i fix that? It Also a problem with changing my past grades, it just the 3d circumstances triggers me and that would make me think that it impossible to change my grades. I Hope you see my Ask and thank you 💗

hey, anon, thanks for asking ! ♡

first, nothing is impossible. the truth is everything is available to you and everything is possible. so even if you don’t always believe everything is possible, know that the truth is that every possibility is at your fingertips.

I understand that the 3D can be triggering, I mean, of course it is! if it’s in your face 24/7 how could it not annoy you? but at the end of the day, as long as you realize that the 3D and it’s circumstances literally mean nothing and can’t do anything to impact your manifestations— you’re good.

also, the 3D is neverrrr a source of confirmation or validation. don’t look to it and take whatever it says as the last word. it’s not in the 3D, so what? keep going. There’s no such thing as giving up since you’re always manifesting, giving up simply means persisting in the assumption you don’t want.

the 3D always look at you for validation anyways. everything in the 3D comes from you because the 3D is you, there’s no separation! so don’t believe that the 3D can create on its own or that whatever happens in the 3D is set in stone. keep doing your thing and the 3D has no choice but to follow— that is a guarantee.

I really recommend reading these posts by @etherealkissed88 , as soon as I saw your ask, her posts popped into my head:

indifference towards the 3D

applying the law while experiencing the 3D

(I rlly recommend her blog too! it’s been incredibly helpful for me and allowed me to find success in my loa journey 🫶)

don’t look at your grades in the 3D and take that as a sign that “it didn’t work”. don’t take anything that happens in the 3D as a sign of anything. the 3D literally means nothing, so don’t let it stop you. the only one who can change your reality is you, so dont give up just because the insignificant 3D shows you something.

ps, it’s perfectly okay to have doubts. lots of people manifest even with doubts, anxiety, negative thoughts, etc. once you’ve decided that you have it, it’s done. nothing can take that away from you. so do whatever you want, interact with the 3D, while knowing you already made the decision that it’s yours.

and remember, the 3D can only change once there is a change in self.

aside from my advice, I’d also like to share my experience, because I used to be in a similar situation. I depended on the 3D for confirmation so much it’s not even funny. I’m proud to say that now my mindset is completely different and i couldn’t care that much about the 3D if I tried. what helped me the most was learning and understanding the significance of imagination. learning the importance of imagination and self was what changed the game for me. I was able to give myself everything I wanted in my imagination, I was able to fulfill and change self with ease and I had never felt more free doing so. It also made me a million times more sure in my decision that I had what I wanted. because why would I care about the 3D and what it was showing me if i had everything i wanted in the 4D— the real reality. so, if your 3D grades are bothering you then simply have fun in the 4D! what do you desire aside from the grades? Is it the satisfaction of achieving such high marks? Is it the pride you’ll have in yourself once you get the top score? Is it relief you want to feel? Do you want to impress your peers? Or is it academic validation you want? Whatever it is, give it to yourself within. and don’t just do that for the sake of change in the 3D, for the sake of getting something, do it because you’ll feel how you want to feel. do it because you’ll feel confident in the assumption you have high marks.

give yourself something to fall in love with in imagination.

another ps (I swear I’m almost done just stay with me😭😭) it’s also worth mentioning that you as the outer man can do absolutely nothing to change the outer world, nor should you strive to. the only way to change the 3D is to change self, change imagination. to create a new assumption which then turns into a new identity.

at the end of the day, it all comes back to the inner world. a change in the 3D can only be created by a change in the 4D. so you either make the change or get stuck in the cycle that is putting the 3D on a pedestal. the choice is yours.

[teaspoonnebula]

VALL Chapter 1 - The Warning

So as a recap - yes I run this substack. No, I haven't read this novel. I'm really looking forwards to getting to experience new (to me) canonical Sherlock Holmes for the very last time in my life... and I'm going to write a bunch about it, so hold on tight.

“I am inclined to think—” said I. “I should do so,” Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently. I believe that I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I'll admit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption.

LOL I love how we jump right into Holmes and Watson banter. Watson's understated "“you are a little trying at times" reminds me of his reaction to Holmes shooting holes in the walls at Baker Street being "I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it."

Of course we don't get any indication of the tone in which he says these things, but I think we can guess Watson is countering with a little acerbic wit of his own.

So, Holmes has received a letter from a mysterious figure known as 'Porlock'

Picture to yourself the pilot fish with the shark, the jackal with the lion—anything that is insignificant in companionship with what is formidable:

This idea of the pilot fish is a very cool metaphor. Unfortunately it is entirely ruined for me because it was also used in the Christmas Invasion episode of Doctor Who to describe these things and that's always where my brain is going to go:

Porlock is one of Moriarty's henchmen or representatives! Which makes me interested in the fact that I've never come across this character in pastiches or adaptations or fanfic - why not?

(Also it makes no sense for Watson to know all about Moriarty but that's a Continuity Thing and we all know Arthur Conan Doyle didn't let that sort of thing get in the way of telling his story - more power to him, honestly.)

“You are developing a certain unexpected vein of pawky humour, Watson, against which I must learn to guard myself.

I JUST SAID THAT, HOLMES.

“May I be there to see!” I exclaimed devoutly.

Well THAT is a sucker punch of a line. No, Watson, you won't be there to see, I'm afraid. See, there will be this Swiss boy... anyway, we're getting off track.

Turns out Porlock is a bit of a mole (I wouldn't quite go so far as to say 'double agent'), and has been giving Holmes information provided he is paid enough. This includes a secret cipher which relates to a particular book, which Holmes assumes will arrive in the second post.

GUTTED I didn't read this book when I was 11, I loved ciphers and would have lapped this up.

“Your native shrewdness, my dear Watson, that innate cunning which is the delight of your friends...

"your friends" Lol Holmes just say "Me" we know that's what you mean - and gosh, he's being so sarcastic with Watson!

Billy the page shows up with the second post and readers, I CHEERED at Billy. Does he say anything? No. But BILLY!!! Alas the letter from Porlock says that he just had an unpleasant encounter with Moriarty (with an envelope addressed to 221b in his possession, whoops!) and so so he won't be sending along the key to the cypher.

I love that Holmes' reaction to this isn't frustration at not getting his cypher, but worry for Fred Porlock, and hope that Moriarty doesn't actually suspect him. THIS is why I love Canon Holmes - I think he is fundamentally kind...

“Perhaps there are points which have escaped your Machiavellian intellect.

Holmes points out that they might be able to work out which book is required for the cypher, and guides Watson through his deductive process - which is adorable. And I loved following along with it too - with my knowledge of Victorian ephemera I was hoping it was going to be a Bradshaw, but as Holmes notes to both Watson and me, the range of vocabulary needs to be broader!

It's a Whitaker's Almanac! But not the new edition - the old one. This is a fun little reversal which gives us a moment of Holmes thinking he's 'failed'.

The message suggests that someone called Douglas who lives at Birlstone House, Birlstone, is in danger.

(Clearly this is a totally different house to Hurlstone, from Musgrave Ritual....)

After deciphering the message, Holmes and Watson get a visit from an Inspector MacDonald. I was a little sorry this isn't one of the familiar Yarders (Hopkins, my beloved...) but I'm going to be interested to get to know him. Alas, Holmes is too late to save Douglas - he has already been murdered.

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So, uh, I'm having the time of my life reading this, honestly. It's such incredibly good fun. I'm intrigued that whatever has happened to Douglas must somehow be linked to Moriarty.

There's a lot of banter about Watson's intellect which I feel should frustrate me more, a lot of the dialogue feels like it's bordering on being quite patronising to Watson, but I think his reactions suggest this is comfortable back and forth done from a place of security in each other.

[certifiedsexed]

Hi. I was wondering if you could help me figure out something with my sexuality? I didn’t grow up in a context where I would have the language to understand these parts of myself, and, while they might not be for everyone, I would kind of like to have a label for it just to know that I’m not alone in the ways I feel.

I feel like I don’t experience things “correctly”? For example, I can be kissing someone that I really, really like and it doesn’t feel…romantic? I’ve had this happen during sex as well. It feels more like a fun activity than anything else. And sometimes I do have the romantic feelings, but other times (and most of the time, really) I just…don’t. It seems rare for me to. It makes me feel like a bad person because I truly love my partner and we’ve been together for several, several years but I feel like I’m cheating them out of a fuller experience. Like they could be with someone else who could feel those things consistently. And I managed to work up the courage to discuss this with them and they have assured me that they love me and always will even if they don’t fully understand. But it still makes me feel bad. I don’t understand why affection feels so platonic to me even if I love the person I’m sharing the affection with.

Is it bad that I’m only now able to admit these things to myself as an adult who has been fully fledged and out in the world for a not insignificant amount of time? I tried to ignore it for so, so long. Is there something wrong with me? Is there a label for something like this? Am I just broken?

Hi! I can try. I can't guarantee anything, though.

First, I want to tell you that there is no "correct" way to experience things. It's okay not to feel romantic feelings, while kissing, while having sex, it doesn't matter. It doesn't make you a bad person.

Even if you have a partner! Your partner doesn't love you just for you to love them back [romantically], it sounds like they love you for who you are. That's beautiful.

Not consistently feeling romantic feelings is actually a very common aromantic experience, which I'd genuinely suggest you look into. I'd also look into asexuality, just in case that's part of it too [since you mentioned sex specifically.].

But it's not bad that you're only now discussing and trying to explore this! Everyone is growing and changing and learning more all the time: you've made great progress discussing something that is very uncomfortable for you. However long it took, that's incredible.

It's very, very common for people to try to bury and "fix" parts of their sexuality and/or gender for extended periods of time and it doesn't mean something's wrong with you. The world just tries to hide certain sexualities/etc from people and that can make you feel broken because you don't understand what's going on.

There's definitely a label for that. I don't know it off the top of my head but I'm fairly sure someone following me might. [Drop it in the comments if you do.] But even if there's not, you're not broken, Anon, just because you don't experience romantic emotions in a "typical" way.

I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. <3

[groenendaelfic]

Hey,

haven't seen you around a lot lately. Just writing to check in. how is it going? Wish you a nice evening

it is going, thank you for asking!

Life has been very busy these past few months but is moving in a hopefully good and definitely exciting direction.

In this particular order (if memory serves correctly) I've:

decided to move halfway across the continent

marked the one year anniversary of the worst time of my life

had other people mark the one year anniversary of the worst time of my life with all that entails

quit my job (I'd been planning that for a while)

had my boss and hr offer to let me go instead and half my notice period to two months (aka 'give' me more money and facilitate my move, yay pity)

started looking for a place to live and organizing my move

found a new job in a slightly different corner of halfway across the continent (I start July 1st)

got my request for citizenship approved (epic timing guys)

found a place to live in an awesome area (I will be able to do all my errands on foot and my new job is only a short bike ride away)

told everyone I was leaving for sure

signed the paperwork to have my uncle in law take over the place here

had my cousin offer to move my stuff with his remodeled fire engine in exchange for gas and (bridge) tolls

did all the paperwork in the universe ever

started saying my goodbyes for now (I still have lots of family and friends etc here so I'll be back a lot)

had my cousin tell me he'd make a bro trip out of the move because his friends really wanted to see a basic bridge, and room and board plus no girls was all the compensation they needed for getting to carry my boxes

said thanks but no thanks to citizenship (sorry Wille, you'll always be my King)

was asked if I minded the move taking a bit longer because the guys wanted to stop for totally unplanned soccer (a not insignificant part of their motivation if not a deciding factor I dare say)

did more move and job leaving planning and paperwork

welcomed, fed and watered a bunch of guys really into soccer bridges and very disappointed I didn't have more boxes they could compete carrying

prepared a big lunch basket and said goodbye to said guys and my boxes

sat down to write this list wondering where I should celebrate midsummer (aka do I want to travel back and forth to get everything ready or stay until it's time to hand in my work laptop etc)

Phew, yes. Also a million other things which won't come to mind right now. Thank you to everyone who left me such kind messages btw. I appreciate them so much but am still learning to respond to kindness and compliments without awkwardness. They nevertheless give me life.

In more interesting news to everyone here I've also done a lot of writing.

Mostly on One Wild Summer, which has already grown into a monster, but I've been writing the exciting parts later on and still guesstimate a 15k or so stretch which needs bridging to get to all the fun stuff I've already written.

but also on The Prince and the Barista and As Long as We Have Each Other. I only need to make it coherent and once again fill the gap to where I stopped posting.

plus *cue exasperated sighs* I'm also 9k+ into a new fic! The (once more) absolutely most self-indulgent thing I've ever written in this fandom and something I swore I never would turn into a proper fic. Expect the prologue for that (which was meant to be 500 words and not 5k) soonish.

Everything else including regular updates not before mid to late July though I think. Because moving and starting a new job and life means busy times and while I can write scribble down connected sentences with half a mind, I can't beta read and edit with half a mind.

tl;dr: I am still writing yr fic and haven't abandoned my fics, but am also busy moving. goodbye cloudberries and lingonberries, hello wineberries vineyards and appleberries apple orchards.

[unformula1]

everything to you (AL12 x reader)

everything to you (AL12 x reader)

series masterlist || previous part

you speak up.

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pairing: arthur leclerc x reader | (ex) charles leclerc x reader

w/c: 1209

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a/n: actual season closer (not really). sorry if its anti-climactic or feels rushed.

taglist: @ggaslyp1 @janeholt3 @boherahpsody @kryingkat22 @iamkaku @vizzzashley @mycenterfold

masterlist

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A few months pass like a blur, everything happening being too insignificant. Other than you slowly realising you’re getting over Charles, blocking him on your social media and throwing out the bag of his photos.

You also realise you’re growing closer to Arthur, and definitely more fond of him. 

You also know dating Arthur would be a huge risk, since that would mean having to see Charles again, which isn’t the most ideal situation you want to be in.

It was one of those days where Arthur and you planned to go out. He brings you out occasionally, for the fun of it, and in the hopes you get over Charles. You got over Charles long ago, but you still want to go out with Arthur.

Arthur and you walk into the arcade. 

“I loved this place as a kid.” You say.

He chuckles and agrees with you.

You smile back. Well you’ve definitely been smiling more, there’s been more laughter too. 

You two have a blast playing in the arcade, you also catch yourself staring for a bit too long at Arthur sometimes. You snap out of it quick enough. 

He’s definitely a lot better than you at these arcade games, which would usually piss you off but not with Arthur, who could get mad at Arthur? That’s what you told yourself at least.

“I’m so much better than you.” Arthur playfully scoffs.

“Okay. I get it. I suck.” You pout.

“Hey! I didn’t mean it like that!” He places heavy emphasis on ‘that’.

“Sure you didn’t!” You scoff.

“I did not.” 

“Sure.”

“Really!”

“Mhm.”

“You’re making me look like a villain.”

“You are.”

“Shut up.”

Both of you have a lot more fun (a lot), you don’t think it could get better than this. You don’t think you’ve had a better relationship with anyone than with Arthur. You love it so much. You feel so treasured and respected.

A few hours pass and it’s 7pm by now, you two lost track of time a few hours ago but who cares.

Arthur’s hand is over your shoulder as both of you walk back to where his car is parked. 

It takes you a few seconds too late to realise you have been staring into his eyes and how the setting sun made them glow.

He teases, “Are my eyes pretty?” 

You would string together some bullshit answer with more banter inside but something different takes over this time.

“Yea.” You say, the words lacking any form of playfulness.

Arthur smiles, unsure of how to respond, “Really?”

“Yes.” You say. You feel a blush creep up your face.

You sigh, “This sucks. I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with Charles again.” Arthur scoffs.

You chuckle. It’s almost adorable being this oblivious.

“No idiot.” You sigh.

“Then what?” He’s still pretty oblivious.

“It’s you. I’m falling in love… with you.” You admit, holding your breath as you await his response.

“Oh.” Arthur gets the hit of realisation, “That’s cool.”

That’s it?

“Right.” You reply.

The silence between you two gets more awkward as both of you get into the car. The tension in the car can be sliced with a knife.

He buckles his seatbelt and something takes over you. You can’t hide this anymore.

You lean over to his side of the car and plant a kiss on his cheek. Arthur, to your extreme surprise, does not flinch. 

His face just blushes slightly pink.

“Don’t just do that.” He says as he starts the car.

What? 

Now it felt like you were the oblivious one.

“Just because you said you love me.” He chuckles.

You’re very confused but you let out a soft chuckle.

“Sorry. Just felt right… I guess. Hope it wasn’t awkward or anything. I just-” You ramble.

“It’s alright.” He says and smiles at you.

You give him a blank stare back and he lets out soft laughs.

He leans over to you and plants a kiss on your forehead which makes your face turn extremely red.

“So… does that answer it?” He teases again.

“Yea… hell yea.” You say.

“I love you.” He says to you.

“Love you too.” You say back.

Goddammit.

You fell in love again.

You felt like kicking your feet and giggling endlessly, but of course you kept it all in.

He leads you into his apartment, which is where you decided to stay that night.

You sit on his couch, he sits next to you and lays his head on your shoulder. Both of you are sitting in silence.

“It’s been hard. Right.” You confess.

“Mhm. It has.” He smiles at you.

“It’s been forever I think, since I saw you maybe.” You confess more.

“No way.” He drags the words, “I fell in love when you trusted me enough to talk to me about Charles.”

“Weird but okay.” You joke.

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Sorry.” You smile, “I love you… since… I don’t know, when I trusted you enough to tell you about Charles.”

His smile grows wider and that gives you butterflies in your stomach. They flap and flutter around, you struggle to contain your feelings.

The blush freely flows up into your face and Arthur leans in to kiss you, not a small peck, a full on kiss. A perfect full on kiss.

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It is finally time to meet Arthur’s family… again. He holds your arm and walks with you into the family function. 

To absolutely no one’s surprise, the first person you run into is Charles. He sits at the other side of the table, taking shots from a glass when he notices you. He gives you a glance and a slight nod.

You take a deep breath and nod back. 

His stare means a lot. You recognise that gaze, the one that told you he fell in love with you and the one which tells you that he’s still in love with you.

But you know you’re done with him and he knows that too, so he’ll keep his distance from you.

You and Arthur meet the rest of the family… well most of them already know you so there’s not much to introduce.

Both of you sit on a bench outside on the balcony. 

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You say back before leaning in ever so slightly and kissing him on the lips.

He kisses back.

You knew love would disappear within weeks, like a moment in time or gone with the wind. You also knew Arthur was different, because he loved you for who you were, not for anything else.

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Everything started falling apart when Charles changed, becoming some cold and distant boyfriend.

Everything fell apart when Arthur talked to you about your problems.

Everything was gone when Charles walked out, leaving a giant hole in your heart.

You found someone left for you when no one else was, that was Arthur.

Everything became new again when Arthur made you feel a new sense of comfort.

Arthur became everything to you when you fell in love with him.

Now you don’t have to change anything about yourself to be with Arthur. 

He was your everything, and you would never lose him.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Time passage on Earth and in Hell

Hello!

Today I come to you with a little thought experiment and I don't know yet what will come of it, but I wanted to share it with you anyway. These are not serious calculations, just a curiosity based on the information we have. (Also, one insignificant spoiler for ch5).

Let's see what the difference is between time in Hell and time on Earth!

Here are those bits of information:

1. The last time we know Solomon was seen was 311 hellish years ago.

2. Solomon lived in Hell for over a century (in hellish years, also). If he lived for two centuries or more, it would probably be reffered differently, so let's assume that he lived between 100 (the least) and 150 (the most, because 151 will be rounded to less than two centuries) years in hell itself.

3. The game was released in 2023, we don't know what the current year is in the game, so let's assume the release year is the year we, a Descendant of Solomon, are yeeted to hell.

4. It is assumed that King Solomon ruled Israel around 970-931 BCE.

Source: Wikipedia

Now that we have the numbers, it's time for math. Gusion, close your eyes, heresy will happen. For us, the best solution is the smallest time difference, so we are taking the most convenient numbers.

Let's assume that the last time Solomon was seen was just before his disappearance (this will extend the time of his stay in hell and reduce the difference between hellish and earthly years). Then these 311 years, when we add his 150 years of life, will give us a total of 461 years.

This means that Solomon appeared in Hell 461 years ago.

Now we count Earth years. Solomon had already been king for some time when he summoned Satan. He doesn't look old enough to be taken at the end of his reign, so (also very generously, we want to reduce this number as much as possible) let's assume it was midway through his reign. This gives us ~951 BCE. Add this to the current years, and voila!

2,974 years passed between Solomon's disappearance and our coming to Hell.

This roughly matches the information about Solomon on wikia.

Source: WHB Wiki

Now we just need to calculate the ratio.

2974 / 461 = 6,451, we can round it up to ~6,5 years.

One (1) year in Hell would be 6 years and 6 months on Earth.

Considering how often the symbolism of 6 appears, it wouldn't surprise me. Especially since some time difference is likely, because during all events the devils react like "ah, yes, humans should celebrate something now", as if these holiday dates were not so obvious to them.

Do I believe this difference is the real one? No. Although I would like to. That would add flavor.

It is possible that there will not even be any time difference, or it will be so slight that we will barely notice it. Reason? Minhyeok.

Even if MC returns to him after a year spent in Hell (which is not much, considering how much have to be done there), it will be a long time for him. If the MC's goal is to come back to him at the end, he can't be an old grandpa.

I wonder if I have missed any information, if so, please let me know! I tried to pick up what I could, but it's not easy to fly through the story when what you're looking for are so small bits and pieces of information. Again, just think of it as a little curiosity. Hope you had fun!

[lapsthings]

BLLK OPTIONAL MATCHUP EXCHANGE WITH @tigreblvnc

Delivery for Suo 📦📦📦

Sae-chan…it was a bit of a challenge to write for him because this guy is, well, something.

Where do I even begin?

Both of you are quite alike, actually, sharing similar likes and dislikes. Which is great because it makes you two quite compatible. And being compatible with Sae is like finding a diamond in the rough.

Like you, he has no patience for dull, unambitious people, considering them ‘lukewarm,’ to put it simply. Which is precisely why you caught his eye. Why he supposedly “tolerates” you. Why he kept in touch after your first meeting. Why he found himself longing for you…

and eventually, why he fell for you.

He drops hints unintentionally—like asking you to be his plus-one at events that he needed to attend (much to his dismay), giving you items that reminded him of you, and sending you tickets to every one of his matches. He’s unfamiliar with these feelings, but he’s not clueless; it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s romantically interested in you.

Sure, #football4eva, but he figures a relationship won’t harm his goals. In fact, pursuing you might finally get rid of that strange flutter in his stomach that’s been nothing but a hindrance in his daily activities.

Sae is straightforward, blunt about his feelings and his confession. Not exactly textbook definition of romantic

Boo tomato tomato 🍅🍅🍅

Look, he would've just told you outright, but he figured he should put in some effort for you.

He brings you to the seashore after a fancy dinner at a high-end restaurant, where he confesses.

Whether he realizes it or not, even if just a little, this is a rare vulnerable moment for him. And when you reciprocate his feelings, you catch a faint glimmer of his lips turning upwards.

Ouhh

Yeah, caught his ass smiling 😂🫵

After this, you find yourself visiting the sea more often—whether it’s after a date or one of his games, you both will end up by the familiar waves.

It’s calming, he thinks. A nice way to unwind with his beloved

He’s not a fan of the rainy season; it’s not just inconvenient, but it also keeps him from seeing the sea or bringing you along.

Sure, he could grab an umbrella, but it’s just not the same. The experience would be pointless if neither of you enjoys it.

Same goes for winter—how can he appreciate the beauty of the flowing waves when they’re frozen solid?

He appreciates that you’re not overly clingy and that you can handle yourself just fine—after all, he’s not one to babysit.

Sae feels most at peace with you; both of you respect each other’s space and don’t rely on each other too much. But at the same time, he genuinely enjoys your presence.

You’re his safe haven.

Another thing you both dislike is waiting. He doesn’t outright hate it, but he’d rather not deal with it.

I can see him buying those queue-skipping passes at Disney—insignificant money to him if it means avoiding sweaty crowds under the hot sun.

Sae’s a busy guy who travels a lot. You once jokingly asked if he’d take you along, and to your surprise, he agreed.

Travelling with him then became a regular thing. Business class? Forget about it—you’re traveling in first class now.

He has this odd talent for being unintentionally funny. He doesn’t mean to be, but he’s just too sassy and too much of a smartass.

Unfortunately, he has no humor to back it up...

He doesn’t know how to have fun either, so that’s something you’ll need to teach him.

You can talk to him about almost anything; he’s more of a listener, but if you ever want a discussion, he’ll engage with his own insights.

I can picture the two of you deep in conversation on a date, while the waiter is just like, “???”

And funny enough, he’s actually great to chat about philosophy with. Do you remember that deep quote he dropped when he was just, what, ten?

“Toys aren’t like people—they don’t bleed, but if they break, they don’t get better.”

Ok bro, maybe finish your homework first

He is a foodie too, he tends to think about his celebratory meal if he wins

And now, he started thinking about where to bring you to chow down as well

Food dates are quite more common actually

He recommends pairing your dish with salted seaweed

You both love analyzing things, though he’s more into breaking down football players' data. Perhaps you’d like to join him?

And while you’re at it, please help him make some friends.

Much like his brother, he doesn’t have any. With that attitude, it’s not exactly shocking.

But it wouldn’t hurt for him to have at least a few—quality over quantity, after all. Even he knows that; he just doesn’t see the point of having them.

I hope you smack him into oblivion

As for love languages, your way of showing them aligns with him quite well. Sae rarely initiates physical contact, especially early on in the relationship, but he’ll reciprocate whenever you do.

He thinks it’s cute. Don’t worry—he’s secretly touch-starved too.

You can tell when he practically melts in your embrace

Not so nonchalant anymore huh

As for him, he lavishes you with gifts from his sponsors

He casually hands you one of his credit cards

Doesn't matter how pricey it is. You want it? Just swipe

Go all out for all he cares

Sae is a solid companion in your quest to find the best burger in the world. He’s quite the food critic—he can instantly gauge the quality of ingredients and their nutritional value.

Overall, you two are a match made in heaven.

When Sae first entered a relationship with you, he didn’t have many expectations. But as the days go by, he can’t help but cherish your presence more and more.

...

..

.

Maybe he should start asking for your ring size

[evertidings]

— APRIL 2023.

accomplishments.

i’ll be honest—i have no idea what happened this month. it always happens at this time of year. school work, assignments, essays piling up... it’s a miracle that i didn’t start writing about yellow fever and polio in chapter nine. so, what did i do exactly? i wrote double what i did last month and yet, it’s all fuzzy. here is what i know: i’m currently chipping away at two scenes in chapter nine. the two final scenes. granted, they’re very big scenes (maybe i should call them sections instead) but we’re slowly making our way to the end of a very long journey. 

the first scene is A’s and N’s branch that you were teased in the first part of chapter nine. the one after... you know. Blane’s (rightful, i think) reaction to A’s accusation. i put this off for a while needing a break from the repetitive themes that were also in Blane’s + K’s and Rylan’s branches, but when i started writing the final section of the chapter, i realized that i was missing out on chances for flavour text. hence, me running back to finish the scene. so far, A’s and N’s branch is much more linear than the others, which, honestly, i’m relieved about. i love choice and i love branching off into tiny little subsections, but sometimes, it really does hurt my brain. this doesn’t mean that there isn’t the chance for customization and personalization, just that writing wise, it’s a little simpler for me.

the second scene (section?) i’ve been working on is the final scene in the chapter. i can’t say much about this one since it’d be a huge spoiler, but what i can say is that i managed to fit a choice in here that i think everyone will be super excited about. it’s small and perhaps insignificant to the plot, but it’s also extremely fun and gives a chance for a potential romance point, if you so choose.

on a final note, i want to say that i’ve recently been getting feedback about lack of personalization in when twilight strikes. while i can’t exactly change plot points, i do know that there are stats that are more neglected than others and would benefit from being showcased in flavour text in chapters. same goes for some of the more negative routes, like not forgiving A or disliking Rylan. joking around with characters when you supposedly dislike them does not make sense. oops. i always make small changes to previous chapters before publishing a new one, but with chapter nine, i’m going to do a deep dive into chapters one to eight and hopefully add some things that will make the story more individual to your playthrough. as always, i am grateful for any constructive criticism and appreciate the care you all have for this game. thank you <3

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[sugudoe]

Can I pretty please have a matchmake!

I think of myself as very sweet, or at least I try to be. I'm super energetic but once my social battery runs out I need a (long) break. I love to write/read and im a huge nerd when it comes to silly things like videogames and dragons! I have a lot of love for the world and try to see the good in everyone/everything. Also if it adds to anything I have a very cutesy-pinky clothing selection.

Thank youuu sm!!

hello! sorry i took soo long, hope you like it, and you seem like such a enchanting person 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: itadori yuji

Showing up on the hangout spot to met your friend, Nobara, you caught lots of attention with your pretty pink dress and heels. no other eyes mattered more than the ones of Itadori Yuji, her friend from high school who decided to tag along on the mall.

Yuji had no expectations of you, that doesn’t mean that when you jumped on top of Nobara and started to talk happily, he didn’t feel like that day was becoming the most beautiful of the year — what’s the sound of birds in the morning or waves in the afternoon compared to your voice, Yuji wonders and comes with one answer: insignificant.

It takes you to finish your yapping to notice him, and much like he does, you also fall terribly easily. Unfortunately for Nobara, third wheeling was the only spot she could have in that moment.

So, you did went and made your shopping of makeup and clothes with her, but Yuji was the one taking most of your attention. Your friend tried really hard to be annoyed by it, but let’s be real, this encounter was most likely her idea, she did her own matchmaking of the two of you.

Your social battery started to get low after a few hours, a small pout forming on your lips, Nobara poked at you, but you only sighed, taking Yuji’s attention.

He didn’t want you to go, and with your desperate eyes at him, he knew you didn’t want him to go as well.

“Let’s go watch a movie.” He says, and that’s where Nobara draws the line of what she accept and doesn’t.

“Yeah! No.” You and him stare at her confused. “I mean, sure, you both go! Y/n has been wanting to see this movie with dragons for some time now, but I’m tired.”

In the dark room of the theater, after saying goodbye and a small thanks to Nobara, you are seated by Yuji’s side. Sharing popcorn and a cup of soda with two straws, you had thought you would be quiet, recharging to get back your animation to talk by the end of the movie.

Surprisingly, soon as a dragon appeared, you started to ramble in whispers about cool facts, and Yuji stared at you intensely, so focused that he would’ve prefer to be seeing you in the big screen rather than that movie. But scratch that, having you soo close is much worth.

That’s the first time you kissed, and can you really blame him? Both of your faces so close, an empty and cold dark room, and you looked so adorable with your dress and his jacket on top. No, you really can’t. You wouldn’t dare complain, instead you relented to his kisses, and many other dates, and many other kisses.

You do have from time to time those low battery moments, and thanks to Yuji, your now charming boyfriend, you have your own personal charger, working with small pecks and questions to make you yap about whatever you like. As always, Itadori keeps himself busy admiring you.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Yuji loves your love for the world, you are basically sharing the same ideals, and therefore, anyone in yours and his presence gets granted a sight of gentleness and happiness. You both bring the good out of anywhere you go.

◛ ₊· Sometimes, Yuji’s charging its not enough, and that’s totally okay. He lets you keep in your own mind while he goes play games in your computer, his silence is enough to make you take your time. Whenever you feel like it, you crawl into his lap and starts to play with him as well, he lets you do whatever you want while kissing your head.

[paintedwingz]

sorry im just. going to talk about how much mischa and ocean being friends MEANS TO ME

Theyre two sides of the same coin. parents (adoptive parents in mischas case) practically forgetting who they are. growing up in unsafe environments, weed and uranium.

i have this headcanon for "everyone lives/nobody dies" i dont share much, which is that ocean used money she was saving up to buy mischa some new clothes. she complained he was always getting his uniform beat up in fights. he explained he didnt care about his looks at school - but he cared about looking somewhat neat for his "parents", try get them to notice him. to care. he also cared about how he looked when going on outtings with the choir. he hated thinking he was ruining how people see the rest of them are seen by looking scruffy. his set of clothes he uses for that arent the best - far off it. a tattered pair on too-long jeans and a vest top probably found in a dump. trainers caked in grime and shoelaces permanently damp because he never learnt how to tie them, so they drag on the ground.

ocean tries to get him to stop fighting all together - he refused. it let him get out his anger, he promised he always had a reason. that he didnt just beat people for fun like rumours suggest. racists, terfs, homophobes, xenophobes, (trump supporters /hj), bullies, he always had a reason for snapping.

so she suggests he cleans them up atleast. he cant, cant be upstairs. she couldnt wash them for him for the same reason, might have an asthma attack if she leaves her room any other way than the window, sometimes the back door. she knew sharing stuff about your family can be hard, so she didnt suggest they clean it at someone elses house - they mightve asked why he cant do it at home

her last resort is new clothes. keep his old battered and teared ones for whatever stupid stunt he pulls next, keep his uniform clean, and still have a different pair of clothes for when needed. she'd been through hell and back with this guy, she didnt think of it as a waste of money like she wouldve before the cyclone. he was family now

also. also. ALSO. the scene in Talia. where she ties a mock-up krayka(?) around his waist, before cupping his face and turning him to her. insignificant details, maybe. but what if that was her apology? seeing how much he loved talia, to completely drop his persona for a song about her. oceans apology for all the doubt she had against her, her apology for thinking she was some made up being that caused mischa no deep feeling - love that only just scratched the surface.

anyways yeah theyre besties to me so

[butmakeitgayblog]

CI ILY pt 3???? 🫢🫢🫢 I’m so excited. Can you share a little snippy to tide us over? 👀

Aight but only a small bit

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Maybe I just love you that much…

The sentence bounces around your head in a way that makes your skull ache.

It scratches at your scalp and runs fingers down your neck, tickling itself along the notches of your spine and settles in a pool that makes your legs shake. It's a boulder that lodges itself just south of your larynx and strangles off any chance of a breath. 

You feel yourself stiffen. Feel your whole body fight the sudden urge to recoil from her hand that cradles your face, her thumb sweeping gentle arcs across your cheek and jaw.

Because why would she say that?

Why would she hold you so tenderly and say such a hateful word?

Why would she put that kind of shit on you when she knows the damage that fucking word does? You hate that word, because you know it's meaningless. Because it symbolizes every single thing bad in your past. That word is what people use to hurt you, to make you feel small and insignificant. That word is what people use to make you let your guard down right before they walk away. 

And you'd promised yourself a long time ago that you'd never fall for that again.

And she knows that. 

She knows it because you'd told her in a quiet moment of idiocy when it'd just been the two of you. When she'd looked so pretty sitting snug in your lap, with her head lazed on your shoulder and her hand cupping your breast while her lips did ungodly things to that spot that sits tucked just under your jaw. You'd been whispering some of your darkest secrets to each other between kisses. Been showing each other the ugliest pieces of yourself just for fun, and in that split second of weakness, you'd whispered the truth into the curls of her hair. 

You'd told her everything. That you don't think you can love. That you don't even know what the hell being in love means. That just the thought of someone you actually care about ever saying it tears you to pieces. 

So you hate the word almost as much as this feeling glowing red hot inside of you. And more than that, you hate her for making you feel it when she'd become a safe space for you.

Her head is on your chest as lounges half on top of you, and her hand feels like a white poker where it sits dangerously just above your heart. It swirls patterns of nonsense and scratches with nails still sticky with come. You're barely paying any attention to her you're so deep in your spiral, that when that hand slithers up to cup your cheek, you flinch.

If she notices, she doesn't show it. Instead just coaxes your chin to tip down to meet her. Eyes still closed and face relaxed like this somehow means nothing, she stretches her neck up and kisses you in a tangle of honey mushed lips. Sweet and pliant. Her tongue massages your own in strokes that are so lazy you wonder if you could fall asleep doing exactly this.

When she pulls back she watches you mentally run screaming from the room, despite you not being able to move a single muscle. Because a less jaded and more whimsical part of you knows hearts were never made to survive beating quite this violently. Never this fast. 

You're fairly certain none of this can be healthy. 

Your mouth opens to say something, anything, even though you truly have no idea what, but she leans in again and shushes you with another kiss. 

And another.

And another after that when you creak a sound like you might try to speak again. 

"Shhh. Don't. Don't," she murmurs between presses of her lips. Still lush and bruised from how intensely she'd kissed you while you'd fucked, and it's unsettling how it makes the knot inside your chest uncoil a little further.   

But it also makes your head feel like more of a wreck than it already is, and you can't seem to parcel out meaning to her words.

'Don't… what?'

"Don't think about it," she says as she pulls away from your lips, answering the thought you hadn't even realized you'd said out loud. You feel her nose brush against yours and the sheets rustle as she tucks in tighter to you. Her hand smoothes over your hip and you feel that little touch everywhere. "Just be with me."

"But you hate me."

She shrugs and smiles at you from her shared spot on the pillow. "Yeah."

"You've always hated me."

"Yeah," she laughs.

"Then how—"

"There's a thin between love and hate, Clarke. And you, infuriatingly, have always straddled it for me." 

There's no time time to put meaning into any of her less than illuminating summation, because she leans in and kisses you with something that distinctly tastes like the kind of fondness that had colored her words. It's languid and all lips, nothing demanding. Entirely giving. 

She pulls back when she tastes your frown and meets it with a grin. You open your mouth to cobble together some vague attempt at a biting remark for a chance at self preservation, only to feel her finger tap your nose in reprimand. "I said don't. You're trying very hard to ruin this, and I won't let you."

You grab her hand and fling it away from your face. "Stop doing that."

"Stop being stubborn."

"I'm not—"

"Mmm, are you sure about that?" 

You scowl at her sudden roll of laughter, and how she can never seem to resist making you feel like a goddamn dog in one way or another.

And see this, this is exactly why you hate her.

Or… whatever the hell it is that you feel for her.

She shakes her head at your silence. Like that was all the answer she needed. Her eyes make lazy loops around your face, her excursion calm. Adoring. "You can't help yourself, darling. It's Pavlovian with you."

And that— She— "Okay, you know what, Lexa? Fuck off."

You move to buck her off entirely, because the last thing you need after teetering so dangerously on the edge of a meltdown is to have her make you feel like an idiot, yet again. But as you swing your hips her hands find your wrists, her body rolling and bucking back into you as she mounts you in one fluid movement. 

You really need to remember to set her personal gym on fire one of these goddamn days.

The surprise attack has you thrusting up into her hips and she rocks into the feeling, letting her body ride the motion of it with a moaned gasp. She keeps her wits about her enough to pin your wrists to the head of the bed. To lock her knees around your waist and drop all her weight to rest on her ass. Her skirt fans out around the sides and, fuck, you feel the slick of her cunt leave a strip against your stomach through the drenched slip of her panties. 

Her fingers slide up your palms and slot between your own when she leans down and kisses your pout before you can argue. Not that you have the brain capacity in this position to even try. Her hair tickles across your shoulders as she deepens the kiss. Not the messy rush of tongue from before, just her lips on your lips, kissing you with a heart twisting intensity that leaves you sighing in her grasp.

It scares you half to death. 

But when she leans back she looks so serious. More serious and exquisitely vulnerable than you think you've ever seen her in your life, and something about seeing your own fear reflected back in her eyes makes you stop breathing, stop moving. Lying entirely limp.

Her throat bobs in a swallow as her eyes dart back and forth between yours. As though she's willing you to be as serious as she is. As though she needs you to be just as vulnerable in that moment too.

"I want you, Clarke—"

"I want you too," you cut in immediately because you have to, and you hope she knows just how much that is true. You've always wanted her. You've wanted this girl since the first time she swung her pretty little ass down the staircase of your penthouse.You want everything there is about her.

You want her smiles, and her pouty frowns, and all of her seriousness and all of her anger. You want her pride, lust, wrath, and her every single sin that lies in between. 

Everything about her is simply wonderful. And so deliciously terrible at the same time. It has you hooked. Has kept you hooked even after all this time. Being around her has the odd effect of making you feel better. It makes you feel whole, or as close to it as you've ever come, because she understands your every intricacy and compliments it with her own.

The thought of not having her keeps you up at night. The thought of not being at the center of every smile, of every glance from her eyes being toward someone who isn't you makes you feel violent. Reckless, cruel, and destructive. Because what if one day she sees someone who makes her never want to look back to you again?

How are you supposed to handle the idea of a someday when you don't get to have these stolen moments with her anymore?

So, yeah. Yeah, you fucking want her, and you don't understand how she doesn't see that. 

You just… You have no idea what to make of that wanting. 

And you sure as shit have no idea what to call it.

But she doesn't push for more than that anyway. She just nods like that's the only thing she needed to hear from you to begin with. Her hands flex and stretch your arms above you to the point of breaking. "Then don't think about it. Just be with me."

"Lexa—"

"I'm not asking for anything from you that you don't already want." Her words are clipped, like she's annoyed at your incompetence. Like she wishes you'd just shut up and figure out what she's known all along. Her eyes are infernos, never wavering, as she holds your gaze and sucks in a shaky breath. "Just be with me... You fucking idiot."

Somehow, that's the most soothing thing she's said in the last five minutes. 

You can't help the smile it brings to your lips. "Romantic."

"Were you hoping for flower petals?" 

The drollness of that answer makes your smile widen.

"Go fuck yourself, Lexa."

The lift of her brow sends the butterflies in your belly into a riot. "But, darling… I have you for that now."

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