#it's jus gone

[alt0stratuscloud]

y'know earlier today I was like woowww I've gotten sooo used to the dsmp just being Over and almost every plotline being in Shreds now from both the problems in the first place abd how many people've been cut out of the story and then there's like. that post. or last week the heaven and hell post. where I'm reminded that oh, no, there Is a hole in my heart where lmanburg once was and oh right we ignore rule 1 of how things ended not mattering and that everythings just Over and there are too many pieces missing to ever put it back together. rinse and repeat!

[localapparently]

/ orv epilogue spoilers (read comic right to left)

If only I could turn back time

[bunicate]

in my little obey me universe , luci abuses his power sometimes to provoke belphie. he pulls his litl sister out of the class she has with belphie jus so he can eat her out in the bathroom . then u have 2 ask belphie later if he happened to take any notes while u were gone <\3

[inchidentally]

“you’re a nerd” “he’s a loser” and being a juice box brat in every challenge

like… Oscar indulging and smiling at all of Lando’s naughty favorite child behavior has absolutely unleashed some kind of power in Lando that he’s never gotten to have before

[skyheld]

@championsofthegate asked: i admire your optimism. (from Isseya to Ameridan? I'm not sure how they would meet but we can figure it out lol) | AS SAID BY SOLAS | accepting!

How strange it is to find another awakened out of time just like he was, another relic to be gasped over by historians and questioned by doubters. How strange that she is so similar to him: she too an elven mage, she too a warrior of the Blight. The difference, he thinks, is that she has purpose. Isseya has the griffons. Ameridan joined the Inquisition in their fight against Corypheus because he was needed, but now that it is over, he has nothing.

"I don't know that I would call it optimism", he says, looking straight at her scarred, ghoulish face. He has seen other Wardens as close to death as she looks; he doesn't flinch from it. "I am stubborn, I do not bend easily. Even when all I see ahead of me is darkness."

His hand reaches for an amulet which hangs always around his neck - hidden safely underneath his armour when he wears it, but visible now that he's not. A griffon feather, perfectly preserved as though its owner dropped it just a year or so ago.

"In this, though, I see more than darkness. I see griffons dancing in the air above a Grey Warden fortress. We can make that true."

[autistme]

do you ever see an image that makes you want to punch drywall over not being a 20something in nj in 2002

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

[faunandfloraas]

Australian bakeries are out of control because why did I just see an eclair that cost 14 dollars 💀

[yumenosakiacademy]

makoto kept youji alive in his house for a day/overnight at minimum or possibly a couple of days b4 killing him, as shown by his drama cd... how bad do u think the pheromones tht youji was emitting were fucking him up... he had already snapped from madness n possessiveness, but I wonder if THATS part of what caused him 2 kill n eat youji.

bc b4, he'd wanted youji 4 himself, mostly. away from tetsuo, n thinking youji smells delicious delicious delicious but ultimately it was an unfamiliar/unknown mating instinct mixed w the hunger due 2 jus how insanely good youjis smell was n makoto not knowing abt things like mating n the feral instincts applying 2 him/the conceot of osus n mesus n the whole shebang. but upon youji denying him over n over n not wanting 2 go along w makotos desires thts when he thought... this hunger. if I eat youji, he'll b mine. Stay mine. n the feelings only strengthened being in such close proximity 2 youji.. in the v place one could consider youjis nest, even, bc its his dwelling.

n being in the same house w youji... in a house tht smells LIKE youji so thoroughly in n out thru his bedsheets, his closet, trapped n encapsulated n absorbed within its walls.. his scent so thoroughly soaked in every corner, wrapped around him like he's dronwing in it... invigorating his hunger, his desire- the pheromones making him Worse n Worse. esp if it was for multiple days tht he stayed there. more time 4 it 2 seep in2 his being.

if youjis smell was strong b4 in lil bursts of class time n after school dates, how overwhelming do u think it would b under conditions like tht? when 1 has a tasty meal freshly cooked in the kitchen or a box of aromatic sweets left out 4 ur nose 2 pick up on, it lures u in, does it not? it entices u, does it not? n arousal would make the smell n pheromones stronger, I reckon. jus like how makoto fucked him b4 his final snap where he fatally bit him.

if youji couldn't b his mate, he'd b his Meal.

n there is love n possession n madness in tht act all the same.

[autumnapricot]

No pressure, just to manage my expectations - is there a possible early update this week or Monday? Either way is totally fine! Can’t wait to see these boys home together 😍

hi anon!

how sweet, thank you! :)

omg i will try my absolute best but i definitely can‘t promise an earlier update :(

i want to upload the epilogue (which will be chapter 17 that i haven‘t marked on ao3 yet because i don‘t want to lead readers on to believe that it‘ll be an actual chapter) like a day or two after chapter 16….but guess who accidentally deleted the epilogue without a trace of getting it back? yeah this bitch right here 👹 so i‘m trying to rewrite it from memory and edit chapter 16 as soon as i can!

🩵🩵🫶🏼

[cesowi]

𝖩𝗎 𝖩𝗂-𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝗈𝗈-𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗄 𝗂𝗇 

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗒 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 / Gongjak (𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟪) 𝖽𝗂𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝖻𝗂𝗇

[olympain]

I'm actually living in the time where the fan base has started calling Finn 'daddy'.

[bylertruther]

going through henry's tag and experiencing psychic damage with every third post saying some of the craziest shit you've ever heard in your entire life, because the idea of henry targeting will the way he has since season one suddenly makes liking henry too uncomfortable for some people, leading them to engage in insane mental gymnastics trying to twist canon this way and that, even though that's what the story has been leading to this entire time and the show literally told you multiple times from four different character's mouths, one of which was henry's own, that that was indeed the case lol

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

having to budget for food an b careful w food an not having a lot of space to put my food can b pretty annoying but when my roomates are throwing away 3/4 of their groceries that i cannot touch it makes me feel like im going insane

[bluu3berry]

The bros! The expressions were not intentional 😅

South looks like he just woke up,,,

‘N East looks like he had too much coffee,,,

Whoops

NAH BECAUSE EAST WOULD LOOK LIKE THAT- Also kinda looks like east is about to throw up, or he ate to much nasty food :[ FUNFACT I HEAD-CANON THAT EAST CANNOT EAT CANDY WITHOUT BECOMIGN A LITERAL DEVIL.

And honestly IM STILL SO HAPPY PEOPLE DRAW SOUTH I LOVE IT SO MUCH RHASRGRHA RGAHAHRGAGGRAGGSHHR anyways *nom*

why does south look like he's either half asleep (TBH H ALWAYS IS), Drunk, Or one of those coffee people that went a day without any coffee.....

Their the exact polar oppsoites even IN THE DANG FACES, one is hyper ONE JUST WOKE UPP

also here is the offical uh, pixel art of south ;3

he gots those pokeidot sockzz

SLO EAST

@anon-coke @anon-coke @anon-coke @anon-coke @anon-coke

I don't own east my gf does :3

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

actually it's really funny to me that now every time i think of throwing luke carder into a story my default luke for it is Some variation of a lucky jumbo luke

ofc part of this is jus bc . my beloved au . but also part of it (that i think ive talked about before) is that like,, luke lives in my head rent free in the Doomed Blorbo complex. i love that he is doomed! i love that his is a story over from the very beginning!

and because of that,, i dont really Want to alter anything that happened to him 'in game'. do i like thinking about his thought process during it? sure, i dig into his brain like a worm into a rotten apple. but at the end of the day everything still occurs. inscryption still gets deleted and he still gets shot. i dont want to change that, because it removes some of the inherent Doom of his character. but i do want to put Doomed Luke into Situations. so i need a luke who exists After inscryption despite being Killed by inscryption. enter the block people,