#its 3am sorry for the rambling

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

[budgbudraws]

Wraith tugged the mask from his nose, tucking it beneath his chin. The air stung his damp thinned skin with an unfamiliar chill, the weight of the fabric ghosting over his face as his mouth twitched. For a moment his eyes aimed downwards as his tongue flicked to dampen the spaces behind the gaps in his lips. With a tight jaw, he looked up to meet the young womans wide gaze.

His chest rattled as he cleared his throat and bluntly spoke, "Do I scare you?"

Teary odd colored eyes only searched his gaze.

"No."

The tension he carried in his shoulders eased, his eyebrows raising as he sat back. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

°°°

Everybody's favorite scar boy has a heart-to-heart with Shauna.

I figure they both have a pretty close sibling relationship which started soon after Shauna joined the gang and began training. Unlike Roman, Shauna managed to gain the rank by besting another Hyena and replacing them. When she starts training the others have already been in training and since she was quite litterally a leg behind the others her confidence would waver fast. The only person she can even slightly rely on is her partner Vanya who is naturally gruff and cold towards the replacement. This insecurity only amplifies as she meets the golden children Roman and Maddox who she doesn't interact with other than seeing them during meals or passing them in the halls. Once or twice she speaks to Maddox during training who has always been a bit loud but kind but Roman is an terrifying looming figure. She sees him in training and the closest thing to interaction is exchanging a word or two or a single glance. He's older than her, he's already tall and isn't done growing, and the only thing you can make out about him is his eyes but the few times she's heard his voice its been dry and quick.

So when she's having a breakdown outside of the sparring room the last person she expects is Amell's one-man army to sit down beside her and ask her what happened. Before she can stop herself it all floods out, she feels like an outcast and she doesn't know what she's doing there. Demetria has told her so many times she is there for a reason but she doesn't know what that is and she's scared. She knows there isn't room for being soft but she isn't sure if its more scary to have to block away that fear or give into it and end up dead. She isn't sure if she's already dead but uncertainty is horrifying.

When she finally stops ranting Roman reaches out emotionally. He has been nothing but a statue at the very top of a pyramid. Carved and made to be inhuman like some sort of greek sculpture. And for the first time, he looks human, he's a young man not just a pair of eyes and a quiet voice. His skin is imperfect with humanity and experience that curves around a mouth that quirks up and down with emotion. She sees Roman as Roman for the first time and when he pulls his mask back up after a few seconds, he stays human in her eyes.

After all that Shauna solidifes herself as a sister figure in the lives of both Maddox and Roman and eventually a very close friend to Vanya. Everyone in the group has scars but Shauna and Roman probably have the most obvious ones and both can bond in the embarrassment and insecurity they have surrounding them. Shauna becomes much more confident in herself and her leg in part due to her support system. Roman unfortunately does not but I like to think Shauna boosts his comfort in wearing his scars around his fellow Hyenas

[taeloke]

Myrtel deserves to be rambled about

It seems to me like Myrtel being human is something everyone in his family knows but doesn't talk about. Like it's obvious but "forbidden" to bring up too openly. Looking over the Chapter 140 page when Tioreh mentioned mullein pills...I think she didn't mean for Nasiens to realize the truth. All she said was humans need to take them regularly as long as they're in the Fairy Realm. She didn't mention her oldest brother at all--not once in this entire chapter, even.

And when Nasiens figures it out...she looks so sad. It reminds me of the look King and Diane gave Nasiens a couple chapters ago.

Ik there's a lot to unpack in those looks, but in one part of it, they all must be worried about Myrtel. He's a part of their family, but as long as he lives in the Fairy Realm, his health may turn even worse. I'm sure none of them want to tell him he should move to Liones or somewhere else in the Human Realm for his own wellbeing, either, because what would mean saying you don't belong here. No matter how they could put it, that's how it'll feel.

I'm worried for him too. I really hope the Camelot guy who showed up at the end won't convince him of anything...but that's probably what's going to happen. They're probably gonna be the one who say you don't belong there and dig even deeper. And that cloaked mf has a chaos staff. Chances are that's going to be used...

Myrtel knows his parents loves him. He genuinely cares about the fairies and giants in the Fairy Realm. His sword-fighting skills may very well be self-taught, and he chose to learn them so he can fight for his people. But he knows he's not like any of them.

Also, remember when he warned his parents about trusting humans?

He's the one who brought up humans as a problem. Something to distrust and avoid. I wonder what that says about how he views himself. To him, is he an exception to most humans or destined to be treated exactly like them by his own adoptive siblings and parents?

I want him to stop fearing getting replaced. I want him to be happy. He deserves it. Please give King and Diane's totally-changeling son a happy ending Nakaba 🙏

[ghost-bard]

something has possessed me i think bc why am i in the year 2024 thinking about merlin/gwaine but also merlin/lancelot but also gwaine/merlin/lancelot. what have i done to deserve this

[panoffrying]

Finally making time to read all the Sozura fanfics yall were cooking while I was gone and GOD DAMN YALL HAVE BEEN COOKING FULL MEALS MY GOODNESS IM NO LONGER STARVED! YALL BE FEEDING ME THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT RN! AMAZING WRITERS YOU ALL ARE AMAZING!

Also not me looking at a lot of Sozura comics I’m afraid to post but I should probably post them 😭 I’m not proud of them and kinda gave up but I think I should at least post them grrrr why do I get like this I’ve been holding onto them for so long GAH

[the--firevenus]

I MISS DANCAE I MISS THEM SO MUCH FUCCCKKKK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HSR RETURN THEM TO MEEEE COME BACKKKK

[entering--hyperspace]

Cannot imagine whatever is going on through Mr Leonard Echowatcher's head. You spend your life yearning for a world where you lived differently, where the day wasnt soaked in war, blood, and battle. Where you could envision a future where you have a partner and a family with friends to live gracefully with. But then you are given such opportunities only to find you were never taught to be gentle, you have a gentle, empathetic nature and yet the physicality of it is a stranger to you. You are expected to raise a child with gentle hands so that she saves the world, What does that even mean? How can you accept your growing love for your friend when you were never taught how to love, that intimate love is a luxury best left forgotten, there are no need for such things in war. He has to learn to become the things he wanted bc he grew too old to develop it naturally. He becomes a father to taimi fumbling his way into learning how to care and parent, he is defensive of Aurene bc he is from a culture where they arent expected to raise their own young and yet has to do so with a dragon. It feels like a test, He has to prove both to others and to himself he is capable of being a father, of nuturing, that calloused, stained hands can still be gentle. He has to accept that love is a terrifying leap of faith in vulnerability in order to gain a partnership that is considered a rarity. I love the idea that he spent 30 years yearning for things he thought he would never have and when he is actually given those opportunities (albeit admittedly through unusual circumstances) he has to learn how to actually live in them, becuase they were always just Concepts until now. Ohhhh my god Mr. Leo you are my everything

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

A Promise Full Filled

Below is an excerpt from my most recent fic:

***CONTAINS WIND AND TRUTH SPOILERS***

It had actually happened. Kaladin wasn't sure if any warping of reality on his part had occurred but Dalinar had done what he had needed to do and the three of them had survived until the end. They had all suffered terrible losses but, tonight, they were choosing to ignore all that because they were fulfilling a promise they had made to one another. At the end. Drinks. Jokes. Laughter.

Currently, the laughter was at Kaladin’s expense. Shallan and Adolin had managed to wheedle out of him the particulars regarding what Szeth had mentioned. Szeth had made astounding progress on their trip to Shinovar, so much so that he and Kaladin had laughed easily and often by the end and Szeth had surprised both Shallan and Adolin by interacting with them comfortably when they had returned. Perhaps a little too comfortably. To Kaladin’s chagrin, Szeth had told them that Kaladin had been unable to best the Shin architecture. Szeth had refused to elaborate further and Kaladin had had also refused to give a full account at the time, citing a need to see his family. But, today, there was no diverting them so Kaladin had to explain in painstaking detail, while Shallan howled with laughter, what Szeth had meant.

“The Shin are much shorter people than the Alethi so there were a lot of doorframes, cultivated trees, and even ceilings that would not accommodate the stature of a normal-sized person—"

“An Alethi giant you mean.” Shallan corrected, as she craned her neck in an unnecessarily exaggerated manner to eye him pointedly.

“Fine. Someone of normal Alethi height.” Kaladin conceded.

“You’re tall, even for an Alethi, Kal.” Adolin asserted, appraising him with a slight smile and a lingering look that had Kaladin feeling...on edge. He was not that tall. For an Alethi. He was only a few inches taller than Adolin. 

“So what did you do?" Shallan asked, her eyes glittering expectantly. "Try to punch and stab your way through doorways or…” 

He wished that were the truth.

“No, um, many times I didn’t notice until—"

“Stormfather! You walked into everything, didn’t you?” She asked with excited incredulity.

Kaladin pressed his lips to a line. He had not walked into everything. But she was right, it had happened. And more than he would have liked. She seemed to guess her aspersion was at least partially correct and he could see the joy in her expression ramping up as he replied.

“Well not everything but there were a few times I—"

Kaladin didn’t get to finish, Shallan erupted with a shrill scream of unbridled glee and Adolin’s barking laugh split the air next to him seconds later. 

Sure, Kaladin felt a little embarrassed about how many inanimate objects his face had unexpectedly encountered but he had promised, drinks, jokes, laughter, and he was certainly delivering on the last part. Kaladin found himself chuckling too, after a fashion, but Shallan was definitely the most affected. It took several moments before Shallan wiped tears of mirth from her eyes and rested her hand lightly on his as her raucous sounds of merriment became a subdued giggle.

Kaladin’s laughter became uneasy and died as he processed several disturbing things at once: the hand Shallan had placed on his was her clothed safehand, the topic of conversation had changed to a distressing one, and the seating arrangement was...disquieting and too close. In short, somehow he had gotten trapped between Shallan and Adolin while they argued about Kaladin's farewell hugs all the while Shallan touched him in an arrestingly inappropriate and intimate manner. In the middle of a very public tavern.

How had this happened? He thought back. Kaladin had been sitting in the middle since they had arrived but he hadn’t given the arrangement much thought since they had started the evening a respectful distance apart from one another and they had been discussing a suitable topic: the strange Shinovarian flora and fauna. Shallan had shown a keen interest and Kaladin, grateful for the distraction from all the needling about Shin architecture, had seized the topic like a pouch of stormlight during an Everstorm. Kaladin had explained how lazy the grass had been, laying about and getting trampled all the time; how there had been these delightful happy animals called ‘dogs’ that acted like axehounds but were soft and squishy with no carapace or mandibles and enjoyed probing your backside with their noses; and how some animals Szeth had called ‘goats’ had been able to Surgebind—Szeth had insisted they did not Surgebind but there was simply no other rational explanation for how they scaled sheer cliffs like that, Kaladin had seen them at it with his own eyes—they had to be using adhesion or gravitation. Szeth was mistaken. Unfortunately, mentioning Szeth had reminded them about the storming architecture again but even those laughs at his expense had been better than this.

“You got two hugs.” Adolin insisted to Shallan.

“I had to initiate the first one though and Kaladin suffered it like a chull bound in a heavy stormwagon yolk. The one he initiated was much shorter than the hug he gave you.”

Somehow as the conversation and alcohol had flowed, the distance between them had shrunk to almost nothing, such that Shallan’s and Adolin’s present and disconcerting tete-a-tete was taking place practically on top of Kaladin. Kaladin was immensely uncomfortable. Why did the hugs he gave them matter and why were they chatting about it with no space for Honor between the three of them? Kaladin was finding it harder and harder to follow the exchange because he was becoming increasingly aware of their proximity to him in several would-be innocuous ways...

Here's a link to the rest of it, if you want to keep reading. Please take care, it is rated EXPLICIT because I cannot keep my hands off the smut when it comes to these three...or in general. You know that part in A Bugs Life with the mosquitoes?

Mosquito 1: Harry, no! Don't look at the light!

Harry: *entranced* I-can't-help-it. It's-so-beautiful. *Harry gets zapped and DIES*

Harry is basically me with smut...wait, there's a When Harry Met Sally reference here...if you want to have what she's having you might like my writing 😂 You've probably heard of a gutter ball. *Jumps up and down* Oh, yes, bowling! I've heard of that! Well, I have a gutter brain. There are balls involved in my gutter brain and many other euphemistic sports accoutrements that I could mention. But I won't. No one wants that. In fact, no one wanted this paragraph at the end, not even me, but I typed it already so...pipe down, I got the conch and... *does best Leonidas impression* THIS—IS—TUMBLR!

(RIP Piggy, sorry about your ass-mar and brutal murder—Roger was a right Piero Manzoni piece of work)

Well, that stream of consciousness was a trip to read in the stark light of day. Someone should take away my keyboard. Alright, shutting the fuck up now...

PS: See, I did mean what I said

[sheila--e]

feliz dia de la primavera (atrasado)

[honeyhobbs]

Guys the sunburn trend gaz is almost done....

[employee052]

me in the day thinking abt tsp: hehe funny british man get mad n pissy, buckets and average man

me at 2am: narry do you ever wonder if my worries of designing you in an original way are, in a sense, dramatic irony when considering the fact that its very much related to the topics of ultra deluxe, where both of us got stuck in the cycle of feeling anxious over changing ourselves for the sake of pleasing others and of fear of driving them away, only to realise that in giving external reviews of our art power and desperately trying to appeal to all of them do we end up losing the original joy of the art? do you think its fucked up how through this experience, ive ended up with a skip button ending of my own where ive been forcing myself to make the content i think others would love instead of the ones i love personally. would a redesign even feel fitting? should i forgo the whole originality aspect and just let you be yourself, like how i should let myself make the art i want to make, and let you speak and be heard rather than skipped over?

the narrator, tired: For fucks sake, go tO BED-

[stestir]

So, I have a little headcanon / theory for Amethio and his backstory. I'm really anxious to post it into the main tag, but I feel like rambling, so idc.

I think he has an ancestor who was a friend of Lucius, and that's the reason why he was taken into Explorers.

Like, while I do believe the "Gibeon is Amethio's dad" theory, I feel like there's a similar story to N and Ghetsis, in a way that he was taken from somewhere else just because of his lineage. I think that Amethio's whole gamily is dead, and he was left in a place relating to Lucius, and Gibeon found him when he was looking for other evidence of Terapogos. So, while Gibeon did raise him and taken into Explorers, he literally was forced and groomed into this organization and the role of admin.

And for the Ancestor - I dont really believe its them who betrayed Lucius, but instead Lucius himself fucking everything up and in a way, dooming everyone. I think Lucius tried to ressurect dead Rayquaza in Rakua, but failed and instead got something along the lines of Area Zero, and half dead / half terrastallized Rayquaza. And Amethios Ancestor could've tried to stop him, but their efforts could be seen by his pokemon as an attempt to attack him, leading to misunderstanding and hatred from Terapogos and Rayquaza. ( Hence why they both try to immediately attack Amethio - he's reminding them of this Ancestor )

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

hi!! im really shy but I wanted to say hello, you seem really cool

Me btw

Omg Heloo!!! I love cats, thank you for sharing yourself and gracing me with cat‼️💥💥 also thank you for calling me cool, this is currently me btw

Also don't be shy or anything I'm literally the one who'd see you in sky discord and get excited to hear your opinions! Lol

[silveredsticks]

x

[chippdhearts]

COOL so my gif was stolen (one I made before I started watermarking)

[flippedorbit]

i’m gonna be so for real, if things don’t start changing for me in good ways i will be disappearing off the face of the earth