#it's not that it was bad but i was kinda reading it as a form of study and info and not for entertainment. so it was a slowwww process

[slytherin-pen]

The Secret

pairing: Xaden x Reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: ONXY STORM SPOILERS, DO NOT READ FUTHER

a/n: ok so during my reread ahead of OS i caught some foreshadowing whenever Xaden talked about family but specifically when Violet asked if he had any siblings. idk it just rang bells in my head, i honestly thought he would have a secret sibling but then we saw what actually happened..i’m still proud of myself like i caught that shit! anyways, here’s me giving my theory some life. also, happy day 5 of Xaden Week! @empyreanevents

“Xaden what is going on?” you ask as you jog to catch up to his long strides.

He’s been acting weird all day. Being short with you, not kissing you, and seemingly avoiding any physical affection since you and your squad arrived at Riorson House for your two-week rotation.

It was your first rotation in Aretia from Basgiath since leadership came to an agreement of sorts to both protect Navarre and the provinces outside of the wards. You had been excited, Rhiannan and Ridoc teased you constantly during the days leading up to it. It would be the first time you got to spend more than a day there while conscious. When Xaden brought you here after you’d been stabbed by a venin during War Games, you slept most of the time and once you were awake you all rushed out the door back to Navarre for Garrick and Xaden’s graduation.

Now that you think of it, Garrick, Bodhi, and Imogen have been acting weird since you arrived too. You had even asked Rhiannon if you smelt bad—worse than the usual smell you have after being on dragon back for hours—but she said no. Your confusion had only amplified.

An insecure part of you thought that he was about to break up with you. It’s the only explanation you could come up with. His friends are avoiding you. He’s avoiding you. Why else if not for knowing that the moment you arrived after not seeing him for weeks, he was going to end things? It angered you. Sure, they’re his friends, but you thought they were yours too. That you at least had some form of girl code with Imogen, and if she knew your heart was about to be broken she’d warn you. But you also knew their loyalty to him came above all else. That if he asked them not to say anything to you, they would listen.

You lunge, gripping his wrist and he finally stops to face you. “Can you answer me?” you snap. “What the hell is going on?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he exhales slowly. “I—just follow me.”

When all you do is glare at him in response, he sighs again. “Please?”

You drop his wrist but put more distance between him as you walk down the halls of Riorson House. If this is really how he breaks up with you, you’re going to be livid. Two years together and this is how it ends? This is how he treats you? You’ll stab him. And then when you’re done stabbing him, you’re going to stab his friends too. You get it. Kinda. He’s officially the Duke of Tyrrendor—or at least has the title back. He has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, on top of everything he already has. It’s a lot, and it doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for him to be your boyfriend. But you didn’t mind. Now, you want to kick yourself for sitting around like a lost puppy waiting for him to throw you scraps.

He unlocks a set of double doors with a flick of his wrist and motions for you to enter the room. Your boots scuff along the cobblestone floors as you hesitantly walk inside. The room is bare aside from a square wooden table and three chairs. The lack of dust on the table tells you it had been moved in here last minute for this very occasion. You nearly scoffed. You were definitely going to stab him after this.

Xaden clears his throat. “Just—uh—sit down and I’ll be right back.”

You don’t even get to send him a withering glare before he’s out the door again, shutting it behind him.

You stomp to the chair on its own side, across from the side with the two other chairs, and plop down. Your knee bounces with anticipation. You can tell he’s nervous. You can count on one hand how many times you’ve heard Xaden stutter, but the sympathy you usually feel for him in those moments is nowhere to be found. How does he think you feel? You’re not stupid. You can tell something is going on, and his nerves only exacerbate yours.

Anger flares in your chest. He has no right to be nervous. He’s not the one being broken up with. He’s not the one being ignored and led to a sketchy abandoned room by yourself. What’s next? He tells you that you can’t join your squad on the next rotation? That he never wants to see you again? Tears prick your eyes but you blink them away. He doesn’t get to see you sad. You’ll stab him and then go cry to your squad. You know at least Sawyer would help you stab the others who knew about this.

As your thoughts continue to spiral, the door finally opens again. Xaden stands in the doorway, shielding your view of the hall with his body and the door.

You roll your eyes. “Just spit it out Xaden. I don’t have all day. Might as well get it over with.”

Confusion flashes across his face but he reins it in quickly. “I have something to tell you.”

“No shit,” you scoff.

Again with the confused face. As if he has no idea why you’re so angry. He really does think you’re too stupid to figure it out.

“Just try not to be mad at me,” he pleads softly. “I had my reasons and you know how far I’ll go to protect the ones I love. It’s not that I didn’t trust you, but no one who didn’t already know before the Apostasy could find out. It was the only safe option.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. Your face scrunches as you look him up and down. What the hell is he talking about?

He pushes the door open the rest of the way as he slowly walks inside. It isn’t until he’s made it past the doorway that you notice something behind him. Correction. Someone.

Your jaw drops as a child—a boy—who looks like the carbon copy of Xaden shuffles in behind him. He couldn’t be older than ten. He has the same black hair and brows. The same tawny skin and onyx eyes. His hands are held behind his back, just like Xaden’s. The perfect, confident posture that you only learn from years of being taught how to carry yourself as a leader. Regardless, you can tell the boy is nervous with the furrow between his brows. The way he keeps looking at Xaden for reassurance.

“My love,” Xaden begins, glancing from you to the boy, “this is my little brother, Jace.”

The boy—Jace—steps forward and dips his chin in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss.”

Your mouth gapes like a fish, your brain still grappling with the fact you are not being broken up with but instead being introduced to a child.

“Little brother?” you manage to choke out.

Xaden nods, placing a hand on Jace’s shoulder as he guides him to sit down in a chair across from you, Xaden taking the seat next to him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner, but it was crucial no one knew of his existence until it was safe. Now that we have some form of an alliance with Navarre, his presence can be known by others but still kept quiet.”

“I—I’m sorry. You have a little brother. That’s why you brought me here?” you stammer.

Xaden tilts his head as he regards you with his inquisitive gaze. “Yes, love, this is why I brought you here. Why else?”

You shake your head, hoping that rattling your brain around will help unscramble your thoughts. “I’m just shocked is all,” you say. “It’s not at all what I was expecting. It’s wonderful to meet you, Jace.”

Jace gives you a shy smile and looks back to his brother.

“Why exactly has he been kept a secret?” you ask.

Xaden sighs and ruffles Jace’s hair, to which Jace swats his arm away with a glare that could one day rival Xaden’s. “As of right now, he’s my heir. With all the targets on my back, and even Bodhi’s who everyone thinks is my last living relative, it was the only way to keep Jace safe. You want to believe no one would kill a child for the sake of ending a family line, but I wanted to believe an entire kingdom wouldn��t keep venin and wyverns a secret from its people for so long, yet here we are. If anyone high up had known that Duke Lewellen was harboring my little brother—I don’t even want to think about what they would have done.”

You nod solemnly. He’s right. You would want to believe they wouldn’t kill an innocent child but you have seen just how far they’re willing to go to keep their secrets or further their agendas. Jace would have been an easy target.

“So now that you’re back, he doesn’t have to be a secret anymore?” you hedge.

“Kind of. Those who are trusted to come to Riorson House are allowed to know about him, but I ask everyone to not let it leave Aretia. Things are still rocky between Tyrrendor and Navarre despite the treaty, and I won’t take any risks when it comes to him. But now that I’m home to watch over him myself, I feel a little better about letting him out into the world.”

“I can take care of myself,” Jace chides.

You roll your lips together as you try to suppress a smile. He’s practically Xaden Junior and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. That your thoughts spiraled to something so terrible when in reality, Jace will probably be the greatest gift. He’ll at least make things a lot more fun around here.

Xaden smirks as he looks down at Jace. “Yeah, I’m sure you could, little man. You’ll give Bodhi a run for his money when he starts training you in combat.”

They joke and tussle each other some more while you watch with a fond smile. Your galloping heart is still slowing, still soaking in the truth, but the sight of Xaden and Jace laughing together soothes you. Xaden is so serious all the time, always brooding or giving orders. It’s nice to see him be a little more lighthearted.

As they calm down and remember their company, the seriousness returns to Xaden’s face as he looks at you. There he is.

“I wanted to tell you first, Xaden murmurs. “But I didn’t get to pick the rotation schedule. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. I honestly—“ You halted, remembering Jace and deciding it wasn’t best to have this conversation in front of him.

Xaden seemed to realize your hesitation and told Jace to go find Garrick with a pat on his head. Jace smiles at you in goodbye and you return it. Xaden picks up his chair and moved it to your side of the table, leaning so his elbows rest on his knees and gives you his full attention.

You reposition yourself in your seat and grab one of Xaden’s hands to fiddle with his fingers in an effort to calm your nerves.

“I thought you were breaking up with me,” you whisper.

His head rears back, shock clear on his face. “Why the hell would you think that?”

Heat spreads across your cheeks from embarrassment. “You were acting weird. Everyone was acting weird. It’s just the first thing that came to mind, I’m sorry.”

Xaden places one of his hands on yours to stop your fidgeting, forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. Everyone was acting weird because they knew I’d be telling you today and honestly, I was terrified,” he says, his voice cracking at the end.

Your brows furrow with confusion.

Xaden sighs and scoots his chair closer to you, your knees touching. “In the beginning, I had to keep so many secrets from you. And we promised each other to be truthful after you found out about the revolution. I worried that when you found out…you’d break up with me. It’s why I didn’t let myself touch or kiss you. I thought it would just make it worse for myself.“

“Oh, Xaden,” you sigh. You get up from your chair and crawl into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as he moves his hands to your hips to support you. Your hands cup his face as you speak. “I don’t blame you for my insecurities. And I definitely don’t blame you for protecting your little brother. It’s quite sweet, actually.”

Xaden scoffs and looks away, a slight blush crawling up his cheeks. You smile at the man you love. The man you are so happy isn’t breaking up with you. It’s the first time you’ve been grateful he had another secret.

Onyx eyes meet yours and you practically melt at the love shining in them. “I’m so glad you aren’t mad at me,” he whispers.

“I’m glad you aren’t breaking up with me,” you whisper back.

His lips find yours, slow and passionate. As if he’s pouring his love into your mouth and making sure you savor every declaration.

He rests his head against yours, your chests heaving as you catch your breaths. “We are going to have a talk about why in Dunne’s name you thought I would ever let you go.”

You laugh, throwing your arms around his shoulders as your head tilts back.

There’s a smirk on his face when you calm down, but his eyes tell you he’s not joking. He won’t be letting this go anytime soon.

“So when do I get to watch Jace kick Bodhi’s ass?” you ask.

This time Xaden is the one to laugh.

[aangelinakii]

HERO'S SOUP.

— sometimes heroes need saving too!

summary : when jason's down in the dumps because he's woken up with a terrible head cold, you cook him up a nice soup to warm up his spirits !!

note : omfg i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get around to writing, and sorry this is kinda short and kinda shit but i hope you all enjoy 🫶

from the moment jason todd blinked his eyes open, to a dreary dull light failing to make it past the blinds, his head was pounding.

nothing new — sometimes after a long night he'd wake up with an uncomfortable head, feeling like that brain of his was rattling around in there from being tossed around too much the night before.

nothing he couldn't handle.

but when you stirred from beside him, eyes puffy with sleep, they lit up immediately with a certain recognition; something that caused your upturned eyebrows to furrow, your narrowed eyes, keeping out the ashen morning light, to widen slightly.

he was peering up at you, own eyes narrowed, for if he widened them the pounding beneath the bone of his cranium only worsened. black hair, along with strands of white the linen colour of his pillow, tickled the soft skin of his eyelid, messy from an almost-restless night.

"you look weird," you mumbled, voice just barely coherent in its jumble of recent sleep.

this caused jason to puff out a sudden chuckle, lips curling lazily into a smile — no matter how much it ached.

"good morning to you, too," he responded, slinging an aching arm over your body and moving to pull you into him, skin to skin.

he was only halfway lucky, pulling you a little along the sheets before you wriggled away again, seeming to grow more and more awake with each moment.

even now a crease had formed in the soft skin of your forehead, something like determination if it could be bundled up into a little ball and stuffed in his pocket, which he would do with this image of you if he could only just open his eyes a little wider.

"no, there's something wrong," you peeped again, sitting up against the pillows, looking down at him sternly, as if it were his fault he wasn't feeling well. "i can read you better than i can read myself, and i can tell something's up. did something happen last night?"

jason jutted out his bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling, attempting to recall last night.

there was a moment when a man he suspected was on cocaine almost rocked his shit. but just almost.

fist against helmet, helmet heavy, head into wall.

perhaps that could have contributed to the throb in the back of his mind, but last night when he had finished locking up the window he'd climbed through it didn't seem too drastic.

with a curt shake of his head, which made him feel like a bobo doll bobbing around the place, jason gave his no. "not that i can think of."

in jason's head — not that it was a reliable form of measurement right now — he'd sounded pretty convoncing.

before his eyes could adjust after shaking his head, the blur of a hand zipped in front of his eyes, landing upon his forehead. you'd tried to do it softly, but your determination to find out what was wrong with your boyfriend was slightly more powerful.

in that moment, you recoiled with a gasp. "jason, you're burning up! what happened?"

he'd be a fool to try to hide it anymore, and so all jason could do was grimace, an action targeted more so towards himself than anything — why didn't you think of that first?

he gave a shrug, bringing a knuckle to rub at the inner corner of one of his eyes, crunchy with sleep. "i mean... i didn't want to worry you or anything, but i got hit around a few times."

no longer were you adorable and groggy, you were sitting up in bed, the duvet barely clinging to your shoulders, hair sticking out, skin owning a sleepy softness, but expression hard and unimpressed. "you always get hit around. did you hit your head bad?"

jason was reluctant to respond, reluctant to open up his vulnerability to you, but his hesitance was enough.

a long sigh rattled from your lungs, an edge of something that reminded jason of disappointment.

"i know just the thing," you spoke after a moment, downturned lips curling into a small smile. before emerging out from under the warm covers entirely, you leaned forward and pressed a soft peck to the tip of jason's nose.

you were out of the room, leaving the space beside jason empty before he could reciprocate, before his hands could even lift to your skin.

ten minutes rolled by; jason didn't move from bed, head hot and looming, but body cold if peeking out from the sheets. he could hear you clattering around in the kitchen, a blender, the chopping of blade against wood, the tick of the hob.

when you returned, a bowl of soup steamed in your grasp, a metal spoon tucked in your fingers as you approached.

jason struggled himself to a sit, pulling the covers up his chest as he repositioned pillows. placing yourself at his side, you offered him the bowl.

deep and purple, not entirely a liquid, which he liked the idea of being able to feel the soup run through his teeth and along his tongue. as he took the bowl in his palms, warmth surged up his bare arms.

"my mum used to make this when i was sick," you began, voice soft as you curled up beside your boyfriend, arm slinging over the back of his neck like an extra pillow. fingertips found curled ends of black hair, growing out and messy from his restless night's sleep. "she called it hero's soup. it's beetroot and lentils, and even an apple to keep the doctor away."

a chuckle brushed past your lips, and even as he scooped some into his spoon, jason couldn't help but smile at the sound.

"it always made me feel better."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, brushing the soft hair out of the way of his skin for a clean slate.

despite how warm he was, and that it unnerved you slightly, waiting for the right time to let him know you think he should sit out patrol tonight, you would sit and kiss his skin all day until you knew he felt better.

[theghostofashton]

everything you pray for

rating: t pairing: carlos and marjan friendship word count: 3.8k

“I don’t know. It kinda threw me, I guess? I told myself I was ready, no matter what they said, but I didn’t think it’d feel like this.” “I get that,” Carlos says. His voice is gentle. Marjan looks back at him and finds something warm in his eyes. “A part of you was just expecting it to go well.” “Yeah.” She swallows against the lump that’s starting to form in her throat. “That’s kinda how I felt, when I came out,” Carlos goes on to say. “My parents hugged me and told me that they loved me, but… The next morning, everything was different.” “Bad different?” Carlos shrugs. “Not…technically. But it felt like it.” or, marjan texts carlos after the dinner with her parents

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[waihtie]

I am EXCITED

Season 5 Episode 4 - The End

○ CAS'S STANCE lmao

They're talking about the Colt. Cas heard that the demons still have it

(I have no idea what happened to it, I'll have to go back and read who had it last) (okay, just looked, last I could see was s3 when Bela sold it, I'm guessing I'm missing a situation in between there?)

CAS STANDING On the side of the road for presumably 4+ hours lmao

○ Sam calling Dean to tell him about that Lucifer update. They prob haven't talked since they split

"I want back in for starters"

Sam wants to track Lucifer down and kill him

Dean's skeptical about Sam + revenge

There's still so much pain there. Dean telling Sam they need to stay away from eachother. They're better off apart. Both sides would try to use the other to get to them

"Bye, Sam"

○ Dean woke up in a post-apocalyptal world

It's 2014, 5 years in the future from our Dean's timeline

A Croatoan virus infested one

○ Zachariah just pops into the Impala, nonchalantly, reading a newspaper

Ha Zachariah had to place people around to give him Dean's location bc of his ribs (specifically a bible preaching guy on the street)

He says he's keeping Dean here for 3 days

○ Ha Dean meeting Dean

○ Dean canonically likes wearing pink satin panties. Now that's something

Why would Dean ask other Dean to say something only he would know when most of the time, the things looking like other people can see their memories?

○ No Bobby. No Sam.

Endverse Dean hasn't talked to Sam since what happened in our Dean's this morning

○ I've never seen anyone else say it, so is it just me who finds Chuck kinda...

Like, he's pretty cute?

○ So is Chuck asking stupid questions about supplies and stuff bc Zachariah formed this world, so he made Chuck the way he perceives him?

This only works if this isn't actually a real future timeline

Otherwise that's just Chuck being extra dick-ish

Like bro, do something.

Just casually asks about supplies he damn knows well what to do about.

(this'll only make sense if you know what happens in S11)

○ Okay, a few notes

1. Cas winking at Dean is beautiful

2. I've never wanted to be in an apocalyptic world so bad

3. Cas immediately being able to tell Dean isn't from his timeline is so special to me

4. The hair and the slightly longer stubble have me weak in all kinds of places

No, you

○ Dean's pissed at Dean

○ Woah 2014 Dean just aquired the Colt

"Tonight, I'm gonna kill the Devil"

○ Cas laughing at 2009 Dean being a little shit to 2014 Dean is also special to me

And again

"What? I like past you"

○ Cas pointing out all the issues with Dean's deadly plan, but says "of course" instantly when Dean asks if he's coming 🩷🩷🩷

Cas is just going along with everything grumpy old 2014 Dean says. I need him.

I wonder if Cas knew about our Dean right away bc he had an ounce of personality or hope or something

○ Sam said yes, so Lucifer is wearing him

2014 Dean is going to kill him

He's telling 09 Dean that when he gets back, he needs to say yes to Michael, so none of this happens. Begging, actually

I'll probably be wondering later, so: Being Michael's vessel aids in the apocalypse bc Michael vs Lucifer would be a huge battle that would cause a lot of damage.

"Half the planet is better than no planet"

○ Cas being absolutely hopeless is so hot

The drugs. The orgies. The guru stuff.

○ 2014 Dean sending people unknowingly into a trap as a decoy.

'14 Dean ended up being killed by Samifer anyways

Kinda digging it

He's missing the Lucifer charm, tho

Not that I like Luci, but idk how else to describe his snarky, happy, deviance

Samifer is great separate from the other Lucifer versions, tho. Hot.

Always loved Jared's eye shape and brow bone.

○ Zachariah is doing a lot to prove his point. Is that a real future, or something Zachariah concocted? Can he even do that?

○ Cas pulling Dean away from Zachariah

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas"

"We had an appointment" adorable.

He missed his Cas

○ Yay he's calling Sam.

Endverse!Dean tried everything, and couldn't stop what was happening, so his solution was to get this Dean to say yes. Even he knew '09 Dean would never.

'09 Dean is doing what the other never did - get Sam back in. That'll be the difference.

[possamble]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.

Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.

Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.

That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.

Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.

And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.

Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.

I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.

I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...

Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.

[pamshindouu]

Thinking about how much I'd love to see a Digimon season where the main digimon can turn into humans... give me my reverse Frontier

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just read the new mutants issue where Charles chose to stay behind in space and my god the juxtaposition between Charles trusting Erik and Erik joining the hellfire club and wondering at his own trust worthiness. I wonder how much of Charles decision was him ultimately trying to avoid the fact that his first class had seemingly betrayed mutant kind and not be willing to face them and how much of it was Dani and Illyana's reaction to him having Karma mind control Illyana. the fact that Illyana was depending on him to ease her mind through limbo and in choosing to stay he forced karma to do it instead, probably fucking up their relationship in the process.

I love him, this is crazy, how much of this is him trying to runaway and how much is this him not trusting himself to fix things and how much is it just him trusting Erik?

i keep trying to put into words my exact thoughts about the sitch but there really is a lot for one issue aintit... oh charles you and your brain...

[cpcposting]

Probably one of my fave things about CPC is the fact that Gwen genuinely isn’t conventionally attractive, she’s not just some girl who *gasp* wears glasses and has her hair in a ponytail or something X_X The amount of ”””ugly””” characters I’ve that seen that fall into that trope bruhhh. But as the comic goes on, like Frederick, you get used to her appearance and come to appreciate her as truly beautiful bc of who she is <3 

[harlequinoccult]

after drawing cold, i started thinking about how much they resemble eyeless jack, but the canonical version.

was this on purpose?? 😭

it wasn't lmao, eyeless jack, laughing jack, ticky toby and the like god i hope im getting those names right were a bit after my time in terms of creepypasta. by the time they were popular i was more so on r/nosleep. i don't know a whole lot about the """new age""" spooky spaghetti admittedly

[3416]

knowing that tiktok will be back under trump, esp after seeing that stupid little message on the shutdown page, is so exhausting. the braindead ppl on that app will literally eat it up so much, this is going to be such an exhausting era of misinformation even MORE than it's been and you can see it coming from a mile away

[viperwhispered]

Some angst thoughts with you/Yuu after Jamil's overblot (with an extra dash of snake phobia because, uhh, personal experience):

Jamil thinks he knows why you avoid meeting his eyes - he doesn't realize you're still working on getting used to his presence in general, trying to keep at bay those memories of his overblot that seem so deeply ingrained in your mind.

In the right situation, just hearing Jamil's voice seems to take you back.

Seeing him from the corner of your eye isn't much better: those braids really look an awful lot like something long and slithery when your mind's primed for it, your mind anticipating the hissing snakes darting towards your face again.

You find it difficult to sleep with your bedroom door closed - it makes you feel too confined, with no way out.

Not that the new nightmares help your sleeping situation much, either.

Kalim keeps on inviting you over to the dorm for yet another get together. You know it would do you good to go, eventually, but you're not sure you're ready yet. So you come up with another excuse.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Lord of the Empty Isles

sci-fi/fantasy

set on a supposedly utopian planet recovering from a climate crisis, where bonds between people are able to be seen and manipulated (by some people)

follows a young man whose brother was cursed and killed by an infamous outlaw 5 years ago, and he’s finally able to curse him back - but it rebounds, as he’s somehow fatebound to the outlaw

to find a cure and save them both they have to team up, and he quickly finds out that the resources the outlaw is stealing go to the thousands of people neglected on prison planets, and he has to go against what he thought was right to help them

no romance, aroace MC, focus on platonic relationships

arc from netgalley, out june 6

[lesbianphan]

Dan: local man who clearly loves his partner claims love isn't real Phil: local man pretends he didn't just imply he loves his partner by including his friends awkwardly to sound nonchalant about it, making it sound much weirder than it had to be

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[girl-bateman]

Went to the beach, took a cold swim, dried in the sun while reading Crime and Punishment and drinking iced coffee. Walked back home. Ordered a copy of Eroticism by Georges Bataille. Checked my bank account and realised I have enough money to spoil myself with a new perfume. Made plans with friends. Felt better.

[ginkovskij]

gin, we need your critical opinion about megalopolis. was it really that bad?

i mean.

is it unwatchable? no. but also it is not good for sure. would love for it to be a case of "so bad it circles back being somehow good", but unfortunately no, becasue in order to achieve such a thing coppola should have gone camp and embraced the style instead of taking himself too seriously.

there are. ideas. that considered by themselves sort of make sense if you are desperate to find sense in this insanity of a movie, but whether within or without context for the large part they remain disjointed. and are anyway very cringe at core. i don't know how to put it kindly but the script just sucks. and choices were made.