#mans was gone for her

[insiemes]

Kaz Brekker, bastard of the Barrell, Dirtyhands being described in everyone else’s chapters

Kaz Brekker, during his own chapters internally simping over Inej Ghafa

[gongyussy]

liberté, egalité, fraternité et yaoi

[runawaymarbles]

One of the things that frustrates me about some of the Discourse is that obviously it's obnoxious to tell people they'll change their minds about things like having kids, or their identity label or what have you, and people shouldn't do it. But those posts are always full of testimonials of people who never changed their minds and using 'I was right all along' as a reason for why you shouldn't question people. Which is fair!

But also consider: people change their minds all the time. Some people don't want kids until they're 35 and then they want a dozen. Some people really DO 'meet the right person.' Sometimes something really IS just a phase, and that's fine!!! Yelling about how this never happens or acting like other peoples' experience invalidates our own is not perhaps the inclusive and supportive message we think it is.

Don't tell people they'll change their mind because it's obnoxious, don't tell people they'll change their mind because there's a good chance you're wrong, but also don't tell people they'll change their mind because it makes it harder for them to actually do that.

[underture]

Taskmaster S09E04 - Quisps

[hajihiko]

Ludus

[mamawasatesttube]

beef no one at dc thought about but that i would love to see: cassie sandsmark finds out steph (on bruce's orders) nearly got tim exploded to death, when he is the very last one of her emotional support idiots alive, and she does NOT forgive, and she does NOT forget. she will be holding this against steph (and bruce, but that's a whole other list and also this ain't about him) until her dying day. Fucka You, Basard.............. if this moron gets exploded she'll fucking snap because she can't take any more grief. did you even think of that..... no!!!! smh!!!!!!

[zorangezest]

may i present my kids who are all so stupid

yin -> unethical magic man

roro -> charming girl

frid -> should be banned from fire

tiller -> 14 year old

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

I can imagine after a while Black Rasin Cookie and maybe some other villagers just make plans to drive Plain Yogurt Cookie away from the village, or at least Healer Cookie, because of how much they do not like his vibes and Healer is not really listening.

Plan after plan, with various degrees of success, I can also see Plain Yogurt getting so fed up that he almost breaks character in front of Healer. Luckily, he was able to pull himself up by his boots' strips and stay in character enough. Later, however, he will get them back, and he will get them back good.

When Black Raisin asked him to accompany her on patrol, Shadow Milk already knew something annoying was going to happen.

There have been a few plots over the past few weeks between Black Raisin and a few of the more stubborn villagers, plots that involve trying to push Shadow Milk out of the village. It was funny at first, mostly because they were such pathetic attempts, but they just kept coming. Black Raisin is clearly determined, even though her accomplices have slowly backed down, accepting Shadow Milk's presence.

It was obvious this was going to be another attempt. Black Raisin never wants him on patrol, which is usually convenient, because Shadow Milk doesn't particularly want to patrol either. Still, Shadow Milk played along, just to see what she would come up with.

Somehow, he hadn't fully considered the possibility of this.

It was quick. One moment they were walking along the edge of the Raisin Cliffs, the silence between them thick and terse, and the next Shadow Milk was being pushed off the side to plummet down to his death.

The fall is more than long enough for Shadow Milk to fortify his body with magic, but it still irritates him when he hits the ground, the wind knocked out of him as a few tiny cracks spider along his dough. He lays still as he watches the tiny dark splotch that is Black Raisin lean over the edge to peer down at him, before disappearing again, seemingly satisfied that he was taken care of.

Shadow Milk would be impressed with her audacity, with her gumption and gall, if he wasn't absolutely furious that she had somehow managed to pull such a sloppy trick off. He had mistakenly assumed that she would at least avoid killing him, since she seemed to care so much about Pure Vanilla's opinion, but it seemed her devotion to him didn't extend to accepting his silly ideals. Ugh.

Shadow Milk warps himself back to the village and stumbles over to the healer's tent. With every step, his cracks grow to frankly ridiculous sizes, a physical illusion that does little to actually affect him.

"I'm hurt!" He wails as he bursts into the healer's tent, ignoring the fact that Pure Vanilla seems to be in the middle of helping another Cookie as he collapses to the floor. "Ah, everything hurts!"

"Plain Yogurt?" Pure Vanilla calls, alarmed, and excuses himself from his other patient to scramble over to his side. Shadow Milk's anger eases into a sickly satisfaction as he watches Pure Vanilla fuss over him, his dough growing pale as he gently traces those exaggerated cracks. "Oh, what happened?"

"I don't know, I didn't see much. Ask Black Raisin when she gets back." Shadow Milk sniffs.

Black Raisin's face when she enters the healer's tent and sees Pure Vanilla tending to Shadow Milk is nothing short of priceless. She looks utterly crushed, a stormy despair swirling in her eyes as she stutters, "You- how did you-?"

"Ah, Black Raisin!" Pure Vanilla turns to her eagerly, his hand still resting warmly against Shadow Milk's chest. "Do you know what happened to Plain Yogurt? He says he doesn't know for certain what happened, but the damage is awful. It's almost as bad as when he first arrived!"

Black Raisin stiffens at the question, and Shadow Milk flashes her a dark, smug grin. So? What will you do now? Go on, lie.

"I don't know either. I lost track of him somewhere by the cliffs." She answers slowly, averting her gaze. Her crow hunkers down on her shoulder, as if it feels guilty too. "...Maybe he's just clumsy."

Clumsy. Clumsy. Him?

Shadow Milk barks out a laugh, far too sharp to be anything less than maniacal, and just barely manages to cut himself off devolving into cackles. He grits his fangs together, balling his hands into fists to hide the claws that have torn through his fingers. He imagines, briefly but vividly, tearing Black Raisin apart piece by piece and feeding her crumbs to the crows she loves so much.

Pure Vanilla turns back to him, worried. "Plain Yogurt? Are you alright?"

No, he wants to lunge at Black Raisin, who is watching him with unnerved eyes, and rip her throat out with his teeth. But he can't say that, he can't do that. Yet.

"Hurts." He croaks out in a growl, forcefully craning his head towards Pure Vanilla and letting the hot gold of his magic try and fail to wash him clean of his frustration.

[transmigrationisunderrated]

Luo Binghe escapes the Endless Abyss and goes to spy on the master who abandoned him, discovering in his absence, Shen Qingqiu has invited a woman to live with him, possibly more.

He tries (and fails) to not take this personally and burns with jealousy over this unexpected and very dangerous rival for his beloved shizun's heart. it only gets worse when he goes to Jinlan City, in hopes of seeing Shen Qingqiu again, only to see he brought that woman with him. Shen Qingqiu is glad her disciple is so trans inclusive but even your scummy shizun has a name, Binghe!

[polin-erospsyche]

Staring for way too long at those gifs of them kissing (please help, save me from the rabbit hole. Or don’t. I’m so far gone anyway) has made me take notice of something

Colin stays longer in the kiss. Like he is just so lost in her and the feeling he can’t move away. So far he’s the one who lingers the most, just chasing that last little flutter of the kiss. And when you realise this, it makes so much sense that Pen is the one noticing that they’ve arrived at Bridgerton house while Colin, who has ascended into an entirely different astral realm, is so dazed his first reaction is « what? »

[bunnithechubs]

new year's eve in the slate universe is straight chaos with a dash of wholesomeness, but happy early 2025 loves!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!

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[threepandas]

Bad End: For Us

My sister is the only one who actually knows me. Who looks at me and... and actually SEES me, for who I am. It's because she suffers too, I think. Is beautiful. In that way that drives men too distraction. Poets too the page, artists too a medium. They look at her like she is art, magnificence and beauty given form.

Not a person.

Living, breathing, with thoughts and feelings of her own.

She is... is just BEAUTY to them. Delicate features and graceful limbs. Refined and splendid. A lovely voice reducing all her brilliant thoughts to mere sound. Who cares? How clever and educated, how wise or dignified, she may be? She is decoration. A pretty thing to look at. A prize to be held and won.

And... and I am a cute little pet.

Eternally the toddler, to be pampered and dressed in bows. Girlish things, no matter how old I grow. Handled instead of spoken too. Because somehow I am a child. Fuckable, yet... a child. Cute, innocent, naive. Not because I AM, but because they SAY so. Because it matches their fantasy of me.

I fear what will happen if I dare break that fantasy, with how much they control my life.

My Sister, alone, is the one who SEES me.

And people try to convince me she is... what? Jealous? Bitter? Because I am somehow "stealing" the lecherous eyes of her unfaithful man? I don't want them. I don't want ANY of them. Reborn, somehow, as a Protagonist in some game amongst countless, I can predict the plot points as they come. Read the troupes.

Bah. I am no spunky little bright eyed thing.

As I lay, draped over my sister's splendid skirts, in her private writing room, she quietly sips her tea and writes return missives. Strokes my hair as I hide, curled up like a child against her legs. If the ridiculous outfit I was shoved in would allow it? I would cram myself under her desk. Hide there instead.

As it is? I sit like some sulking maiden, an exhausted pet, seeking comfort in the only refuge I HAVE.

They will not leave me ALONE.

The Knight. Some brash, meat headed, "I'll take care of you" type, crashing into every quiet moment I try to have. Loud and presumptuous. Disdainful of my academic interests.

The Playboy. All too forward "romantic" gestures and ignoring obvious discomfort. More wrapped up in HIS feelings then considering, for even a moment, my own. Selfish and dramatic.

The Duke. Cliché and terrible. "Kind" to no one but me. Endless expensive gifts, pressuring grand displays, and eyes that linger possessively. Violence at the drop of a hat.

But oh, let us not forget the ASSASSIN! Yes, the LEADER of the ASSASSIN'S Guild! That somehow, someway, decided I was a prize worth possessing. A cutesy little "interesting" doll. That? Gods only knows, what will happen when he grows bored.

Lingering and haunting me. Crawling through windows. Standing too close, to touch my hair and drop cryptic bits of information that always hint at terrible things. Having to watch my words so SO carefully. Lest someone end up DEAD.

And let's not forget the WORST offender! The most clingy of them ALL!

My sister's FIANCÉ.

The Crown PRINCE! Yes, not some average noble, but a ROYAL!! And the man can't CONTROL himself! But does anyone else care? Noooooo! It's ROMANTIC. True loooove~! Aren't we CUTE together? Surely my Sister, his FIANCÉE, is just JEALOUS. How VILE. Disgusting, they scoff!

I should start throwing chairs.

This house is a nightmare.

I curl closer to my sister. Releasing her skirts to slip an arm around her waist. Hugging her, pressing my face close. She puts her cup down with a soft clink. A second hand joining the first to stroke my head. Cup my cheeks.

"My Dearest, you can not hide against my skirts indefinitely. As much as I would love to let you." She says, voice soft and cool like swirling mist, tilting my face up so she can look me in the eyes. "You DO need to eat eventually, as do I. Unfortunately, I can not keep you here forever. Come, help me plan the wedding. We can look at cake styles."

I'd rather be planning a funeral.

"Not until I get a son out of him, I'm afraid."

Wut.

I blink, not sure I heard that right. Look up at my softly smile sister. No. No, I probably didn't. Wishful thinking maybe? Or I've just been around Stabby too much. I scramble to my feet. Fighting my own girlish abomination of a skirt. I hate it. It's cutesy to the point of mocking. I'm in my TWENTIES for God's sake! Not EARLY twenties either!

Why do I have a BOW ON MY ASS?!

Because I am the Protagonist. Baby faced and Pwecious~☆. Fucking INFANTALIZED. I could BITE.

I sigh, take the arm my sister offers me, and tuck myself into her side. Rest my head upon her shoulder. It's a little uncomfortable, with all the jewelry she must wear. But damn it! I want my cuddles!

I bask, as we walk, in the comfort it brings.

She's strong and graceful. Smells like a delicate spring morning, all rare flowers and new growth. A hint of expensive spice. I LOVE being the little sibling. When it's HER that's treating me so. Because she makes it precious. Comfortable. Like we could spend our lives, together like this. The best of friends.

Happy.

If only people would... you know... stop trying to FUCK me. I prefer my hobbies. For God's sake, I'm RICH and a second child. I HAVE basicly no responsibilities except "don't embarrass the family". Or that WOULD be the case? If our parents weren't so intent on... "pushy dating advice".

"Would you like some lovely news, Dearest?" Whispers my sister, as she sweeps us past some upset looking maids, towards the tea room. I nod. "I've made some wonderful headway with some... ambitious gentlemen, about your little cockroach problem. They are quite efficient. I'm likely to recommend them."

I stiffle a snort. Oh my god. My sister sent thugs after a few of the suitors? Holy shit! That's amazing! Is THAT why I haven't seen them around lately? They got scared?

We settle in our seats. Tea and snacks. The maid looks... nervous. Weird. My sister smiles kindly, somehow startling the poor thing, making her flinch. Oh dear. I try to smile reassuringly. No harm no foul, right? Yet the poor girl reacts like I've cast myself into a lion pit for her. Flees.

....I'm beginning to suspect someone is abusing our waitstaff.

It's probably that bastard lech of a fiance.

We need to keep him away from the maids. And me. Women in general honesty. If I had my say, he wouldn't be allowed near my SISTER either. But she insists, and- Oooh! This one's CUTE! Sis, Sis! LOOK at the little details on this one!

"Hmm? Oh that IS lovely! Do you like it? If so, we shall sample it at once. I want the day to be perfect for us, Dearest. You're my world after all. There's NOTHING I wouldn't give you. A shame though, that our parent's will likely be too sick to see me wed."

It really was. I had my differences with them, but... it was their DAUGHTER'S WEDDING you know? Whatever they had caught, during their endless string of parties, was ravaging their health. It seemed agonizing. Slow. Yet even in the midst of planning her WEDDING, all the gossip and backstabbing, my sister dutifully visited them. Brought them tea and kept them company.

I didn't know how she could bear it.

She was a better person then I, I guess.

[yashley]

[trek-tracks]

for the next five minutes before there's another crisis

[hauntingofhouses]

the face of a man when his fiancee—a GORGEOUS PRINCESS whom he claims to be in love with—stands right in front of him, naked and trying to get him to have sex with her:

VS

the face of a man looking at his "enemy" whom he wants to kill and who constantly beats him in fights:

but i don't blame him, because just look at the "enemy" in question:

that's an angel. a beautiful, murderous angel sweetiepie pookie bear babygirl covered in dirt and the blood of her enemies 🥰🥰🥰