#maybe that’s even more reason for them to be afraid

[yasmindifference]

#4

wow why is it so big... ._. ... and jaytim pls :3

It's been snowing for three days straight, and Gotham has subsided into eerie silence.

That doesn't mean Jason's not patrolling, of course; it just means his patrols are a lot quieter than usual. It also means he's fucking freezing by the end of it, extra layers be damned.

On the bright side, the weather does make an excellent excuse for an extended stay at Tim's place. Someone's gotta make sure the spleenless wonder doesn't get taken out by a stray breeze, and who better than Jason?

That's his reasoning and he's sticking to it...not that anyone's asking. The Bats are too cold to even notice where Jason's spending the night, much less bother him about the whys.

And Tim, to his ever-pleasant surprise, never questions Jason's reason for showing up. He'll just pass him an extra plate of his dinner, or scoot over to make room for him on the couch, or enlist his help for whatever case he's working on, all without hesitation.

Or, like tonight--when Jason finds him already in bed--he lifts his (many) blankets in silent invitation.

A silent invitation that, after a quick change, Jason's more than happy to accept.

Snow is still falling outside the (one-way) glass that makes up two walls of Tim's penthouse suite, but inside it's toasty warm. Warm enough that Jason eschews the shirt he left here a while ago (freshly laundered since) in favor of just the sweatpants he's fairly certain he didn't. They don't look familiar, even though they're very much his size and stacked right next to his shirt on top of Tim's dresser.

Did Tim buy sweatpants specifically for him?

Jason's not gonna question it--too afraid the answer's no--but it's a nice thought.

He slides into bed next to Tim and is immediately pinned down when Tim eels on top of him and latches on tight.

"You're cold," he says with an unhappy little noise...but he very noticeably doesn't loosen his grip at all.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Yeah, it's like ten below, if you hadn't noticed."

"Mm." Tim somehow manages to hug him tighter. "You're the last one in tonight. Even Bruce called it early."

Jason slips his hands under Tim's shirt to warm them against his back. It'd take a better man than him not to enjoy how Tim squirms against him in response.

"Did Bruce call it, or did he get dragged?" he asks idly.

"There may have been force involved," Tim acknowledges.

That said, he yawns and tucks his face in the curve of Jason's neck.

"You made me wait forever," he adds grumpily.

Not that Jason would admit it (and good thing no one's here to call him on it), but that warms him more than the blankets and Tim's body heat combined.

Tim was waiting for him. Jason didn't find him buried in a pile of blankets reading on his tablet after a long patrol because he couldn't sleep, he found him like this because Tim was staying awake until he got here.

He keeps thinking this thing of theirs is uncertain, but...it's not, really. Every time he turns around, Tim's showing him, again and again, how welcome he is.

Maybe he really doesn't need an excuse.

So he doesn't bother coming up with one before he kisses Tim's hair--and, as usual, Tim doesn't ask. He just smiles into Jason's neck and kisses it in return.

"Night," he murmurs.

"Goodnight," Jason says, and with Tim on top of him--Tim trusting him--Tim wanting him--it really is.

Prompt #4 was snuggling beneath the covers! Well chosen! ♡♡

[writingsofwerewolves]

A bit of a spoilery teaser for The Devil in the Details. I'm working on getting this edited so I can maybe post the whole thing tomorrow.

~

“I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to be naked with you,” I snapped.

“That’s too bad,” he said and then he waved a hand.

The towel I clutched to me slowly started to vanish. Panicked, I moved to my bed and gathered up a blanket to cover myself before it was fully gone.

“Is this your method of flirting?” I growled out.

“Only because I know it works for you,” he returned, “Or are you going to lie and say that you’re not getting wet between your legs as we speak?”

“Fuck off,” I told him, squirming uncomfortably. He wasn’t wrong. Finding him in my room, being vulnerable and naked… It was turning me on, even if my mind rebelled.

He tsked his tongue, “I could take care of that little problem. Much better than these pitiful vibrators could.”

He picked up a vibrator that was sitting on my desk… very much not where I’d left it.

“You saw my tongue, luv. Wouldn’t you enjoy it writhing deep inside you?” he questioned, his voice deep and husky, “Teasing your clit before ramming into your cunt.”

“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” I reminded him.

“Does it look like I’m touching you?” he questioned, holding his hands up, one still gripping my vibrator.

“This is almost worse,” I ground out.

“So you don’t like it?” he asked, “You don’t like being bare at my command? Helpless to resist if I decided I wanted to take advantage of you?”

My thighs pressed together as arousal flooded me.

“I know your fantasies, [Name],” he told me, “I know the stories you read at night while desperately pressing this hard against your clit.” he held up the vibrator, pushing the button to turn it on. The sound of light buzzing filled the air.

“You’re a perv and a stalker,” I told him, “Get out of my room.”

“I’m also your perfect match,” he offered reasonably, “I can give you what you crave. A monster that will hold you down and fuck your tight virgin cunt until you break around me and scream in pain and pleasure.”

I fought back a whimper at his words.

“I am the Lord of Hell, [Name],” he continued, “You can kneel at my side, my sweet sex slave, while I command my armies of demons. I can fuck you while I sit on my throne in front of them. They can watch while I claim your cunt with my cock, your ass with my tail, and your throat with my tongue.”

A whimper did escape me that time and I clutched the blankets around me harder. Not protectively, but because the idea made my whole body clench in excitement.

He smiled and turned off the vibrator. I watched as it vanished from his hand.

“Hey,” I protested.

“You don’t need that anymore, luv,” he told me. “You have me.”

“I’m not ready to have sex with you,” I told him, though my breathless voice probably sounded otherwise.

“We’ll take things at your pace,” he told me, “But no more vibrator. Your fingers, my cock, my tail, or my tongue. Those are your options, my sweet tiny mate.”

“I’ll just get another,” I told him.

A few months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to afford yet another vibrator but with all of Quinn’s financial help, I was in a better place than ever with my money. I could indulge.

He shrugged, “You think I won’t take that one too? Don’t waste the money, luv. Besides, your climax will be all the sweeter if you go without for a while. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he got to his feet and straightened up his suit, “I have a date tomorrow. Sleep well, luv.”

[smilesatdawnmain]

ETERNAL LMK AU (Part 4) (Interactive Story)

Had some close ties last part :3 But we have gone with "STAND YOUR GROUND AND FIGHT!"

Lets continue this tragic story, shall we~?

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story: Eternal

Ships: Shadowpeach

Angst: You betcha

Fluff: With enough choices, maybe we'll get there.

Macaque smacked their hands away from.

“No! I’m not going anywhere with you!” he shouted, adrenaline choking his words into a hoarse rasp. He tried to call upon his power, to manifest his staff from nothingness, but all that greeted him was a suffocating void where his shadow should have been. He never had a time in his life where he didn’t have his very essence beside him. More than just an ally in combat, it was a piece of himself. To no longer have it to draw from was bone chilling.

Still, he was not going to the Diyu. Not today, not anytime soon. With no other option, he rolled his hands into fists and held them up. He wasn’t completely defenseless without a weapon. He would fight in any means he needed to, teeth and claws included.

“Desperation doesn’t suit you, Liu’er,” the first figure replied, tilting their head with feigned pity. “You’re merely prolonging the inevitable. Denial only deepens the pit that cling to your soul.”

Macaque’s heart twisted painfully in his chest—if it still beat, he wondered. “You don’t understand! I have to—”

“Have to what?” the second figure interrupted, their voice smooth as silk yet laced with a chilling edge. “Have to stay connected to that which caused you so much pain? What are you, Liu’er? A martyr? A ghost bound by grief?”

“I’m not a ghost!” he yelled back, fury igniting within him against the encroaching cold and despair. He did not have to explain himself to these two. He did not have to make justification for his actions. His reasonings were his own. To be denied life simply because he wanted to bring his Mate home- it was unfair. It was nothing but an injustice! And he wanted to be sure his Mate knew that.

“No, I am not a martyr,” Macaque spat, trembling as the weight of his fragmented memories pressed down on him. “I’m a warrior. My fate is not up for anyone but myself to decide.”

The figures exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from mockery to something resembling interest. “Ah,” the first remarked, voice dripping with mock delight. Many had attempted and failed such similar feats. Too many tried to cheat or deny death, and all were quick to realize that there was no parting from it. Dragging another soul down by force was any typical Monday for them.

“Listen, fella,” one drawled, “I’d rather not play this game. You’ll fight us, we’ll overpower you, yada yada-but in the end, I'm afraid you’ll still lose.” The figure’s amusement made Macaque’s eyebrow twitch.

He squared his jaw and prepared himself for whatever they might conjure next. “You think you know my fate? You think you know me?” he retorted, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

The second figure, taller and clad in shadow that flickered like flames, took a step forward, a smirk playing on their lips. “Lets get this over with, hmm? It’ll be the talk of the Diyu when we bring you in. One of the four demon Stone Monkeys, the Six Eared Macaque, the mate of Sun Wukong. The man who avoids death like a plague- yet sent his own beloved there with his own two hands.”

Macaque’s skin prickled, his eyes widening in fury as he lunged.

His fingers clawed through the emptiness, aiming for the smirk that enflamed his rage further. The first figure merely sidestepped, maneuvering with a grace that belied their insidious nature. Mocking, teasing, then standing with utter stillness. Goading Macaque to even try to take a swing.

When Macaque did, his fist connected with the man’s jaw. Expecting the man to recoil, to react- his stomach dropped when the man only smirk. The attack hadn’t even jerked the man’s head back, as if Macaque's punch were a gentle breeze ruffling through his hair. “Is that all you have?” he taunted, rubbing the corner of his mouth with a deliberate slowness. “Such power wasted on a hallow spirit.”

With a flick of his wrist, the figure conjured a dark mist that wrapped around Macaque's limbs like serpents, constricting him, pinning him to the spot. The icy grasp snaked up to his neck, squeezing just enough to steal away his breath. Panic set in, and he thrashed against the bonds.

What power did a spirit have. Nothing without a form. Nothing without a body to command.

“No!” Macaque gasped, fighting against the shadows coiling tighter, each breath a battle. Desperation clawed at his chest like a wild animal seeking freedom, making him writhe. It couldn’t end like this—not here, not now. He needed to- he wanted- there was so much he hadn’t done. So much he hadn’t said.

As he twisted, his gaze caught Wukong. Only but a few steps away, legs crossed and back straight as he meditated. Unaware, uncaring- even if he could see him now, would he even help him? “I-!” he choked up. He was home. He didn't want to be taken from it. He didn't want to continue to be forced to leave his home due to the will of another.

He was scared. Terrified. Perhaps it was just a natural thing to fear death. To fear what you did not know. He feared the cold, the pain he might experience down there.

The isolation and the inevitable punishment they were bound to give him for attacking the Great Monk Tripitaka. He had accepted this fact at the time, so he supposed had no one but himself to blame but... but still...

And more than anything- Wukong.

Did he want to yell at Wukong? Stay with him? End things? Reconcile? He didn't know! But he at least wanted the time to figure it out!

So close. Right there... He was right there...

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[sugology]

PART II: SOMETHING MORE

Part I Here

synopsis: college!au. suguru geto x afab!reader. In which the once casual hookups they shared turn into something much more.

warnings: a bit of angst, penetration (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), a little dirty talk, no condom again (sorry), teasing

MDNI 18+ ONLY

"I want you to stay the night."

Your eyes widened at that. Sex was one thing, but spending the night with him felt much more intimate. You were used to the quick sex, then watching his car pull off from your dorm window, an almost stabbing pain in your chest. You craved intimacy from him, but now he was offering it, and you were terrified.

"What?" You breathed out.

"Stay the night with me." There was a small smile on his face as he tucked a loose, sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing your flushed skin.

"Why?" You questioned suspiciously.

"Are you really going to make me beg?" He leaned over to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"Why the sudden change, Suguru?"

"What do you mean?" He mumbled, his breath tickling your skin.

"Just a few days ago, you were still fucking me in your car then kicking me out thirty minutes later. Now you're inviting me to your apartment, introducing me to your friend, asking me to spend the night." You listed off, your voice small and vulnerable.

Suguru perked his head up, an indecipherable look in his eye. He appeared almost guilty, maybe even shameful. You had felt used for months, although he assumed your intentions had been the same. Just sex. Nothing else.

However as the months went by and the meetups became more frequent, he became attached. Suguru was never good when it came to his feelings. He didn't like becoming attached to people. Everyone always just left.

But being around you made him feel sane, at peace even. The only times he felt all his melancholic thoughts fly away were when you were skin-to-skin, tangled up in each other in the back of his car. The after-sex conversations were always short, but he hung onto them, unbeknownst to you.

He whispered something so softly that you couldn't even hear.

"What?" You asked, turning yourself on your side so you could see him straight on.

Suguru finally rose his head up, looking you directly in the eye. There was sadness there, one that he had been afraid to let you see. "I'm sorry."

You pursed your lips, at a loss for words.

"I shouldn't have treated you like that. You have every right to slap me in the face and leave. I wouldn't fault you for it. But if you're willing, I'd like for you to give me a chance."

"A chance?"

"A chance to treat you right." He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple and you felt a hot blush spread across your cheeks. "I like you. I have for a while. I was being a pussy."

"And why should I trust you?"

"You have no reason to. That's why I'm asking for a chance." He rolled on top of you, trapping you underneath his large frame. "I can make it up to you. Buy you flowers, take you to an expensive dinner... amongst other things. I'm open to suggestions." He placed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin. You could feel his cock prodding against your thigh.

"Dinner would be nice." You teased as you ran your hands through his messy hair.

"Nothing else on your mind?" He hinted, taking your earlobe in between his teeth and giving a light tug.

"I don't think so." You yelped out, voice betraying you.

"You're so cute when you lie." His hands trailed down until he reached between your legs. He ran two fingers against your slit, gathering your wetness, before bringing it up to your clit and rubbing circles into it softly. It was still sensitive from round one only a mere ten minutes ago. "Already so wet for me again." He chuckled softly.

You whined, bucking your hips for more friction.

"None of that, yeah? Good girls don't whine. They ask for what they want." He pressed light kisses to your neck as he continued to tease your clit.

"I want you," You murmured, almost inaudible as you shoved your head into his neck, embarrassed.

"You want me, huh? I'm right here, pretty." He placed a kiss on your cheek as he sunk a finger inside your entrance, slowly pumping it in and out.

You mumbled into his neck and although he had heard you perfectly clear, he wanted you to say it again. Louder. Your cheeks burned a bright red as you kept shifting your hips, trying to get more friction on your clit and his finger deeper inside. You wanted more. You needed more.

"I want your cock." You moaned loudly as he inserted a second finger into you, pumping them faster and faster as you gasped for air.

"Again?" He teased, a cocky look on his face.

"Yes!" You pleaded, too needy to even think about being embarrassed.

"Atta girl." He pressed his lips to yours firmly. It was a mess of teeth and tongue as you both fought for dominance in the kiss. He added a third finger into you, causing your mouth to drop open in pleasure, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you still lingered on his soft tongue.

You let out a petulant whine as his fingers left you empty.

"Give me a second, baby," Suguru smirked as he used your juices to jerk off his cock until it got fully erect.

As soon as he slid it into your entrance, he bottomed out, making you take every inch. The familiar stretch made you let out a loud moan.

All the air sucked out of your lungs as he started a fast pace, his tip abusing your gummy g-spot. You braced yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders, biting down on the skin. He groaned at the contact.

"You look so pretty like this." He grunted out as he kissed the side of your mouth. "All fucked out. So beautiful. So, so beautiful."

The praise made you clench down on him hard, a strangled gasp spilling from your lips. His speed increased, which you hadn't thought possible. The bed frame was creaking and you could only pray that the walls weren't thin and no one could hear how much of a slut you were being right now.

"Such a nice fucking pussy too, yeah?" His one hand reached up to tug on your hard, sensitive nipples. You cried out at the sensation, feeling the familiar bubble expand in your lower tummy.

"'m close." You whimpered.

"Me too, baby. Hold off for a second. Don't cum until I say." He stopped the tugging on your nipples to grab your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together.

You nodded, trying to hold back your orgasm that was fast approaching. His cock continued its assault on your g-spot as his lower tummy was rubbing deliciously against your clit. You wanted to cum so so bad.

"Keep your eyes on me. I want you to look at me while you come." He granted you that sweet permission that made you teeter off the edge. You clamped down on his cock as the orgasm smacked into you. Wave after wave of bliss sent your nerve endings alight. Your toes curled as your body spasmed with pleasure.

"Fuck, baby." He cursed as he spilled into you, filling your pussy with his hot cum for the second time that night. "So pretty f'me"

Suguru placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you gasped for breath, still reeling in a post-sex haze. He rolled off you, allowing for more air to fill your desperate lungs. There was a kind, gentle smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Are you staying the night or not?"

[1ris5starlight]

OK, MAYBE I UNDERSTOOD MOON'S THOUGHT PROCESS AND WHY THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO SUN UNTIL NOW.

So, listen pls.

Moon, from the start of all this, was made by the Creator to kill people, to be Sun's torment; so when they separated, Moon didn't know how to act towards Sun, because he has always been nice to them and Moon didn't know how to return the kindness, so they started find some things to do and spammed projects on projects to be finally useful to Sun in some ways.

Moon wanted to be the person who Sun looked up to when there was a problem, so they could fix it and make their twin happy.

The problem was that in the process, he neglected Sun, the person he wanted to make happy, by calling him stupid and ignorant and sometimes hitting him too, because he didn't do what they wanted.

When Moon died, he lost so much time away from Sun, in his own mindscape, watching that sunset over and over again , regretting the terrible things they did to Sun.

When they got revived and went to finally meet their twin again, Moon remained shocked about how much Sun changed; he wasn't the always happy, childish, naive brother they once know; Sun grew up and wasn't willing to have the same relationship with Moon and the lunar animatronic totally agreed with him, they wanted a better relationship too, a TRUE ONE.

The shock didn't go away that easly tho, because Moon didn't know how to act around Sun, because they were afraid that they might repeat the same past terrible actions they once used to do; so their relationship remained awkward for a while, but at the end it became more stable.

When all this sh*t happened, something in the relationship broke and Moon didn't know how to fix it, so they thought if they had captured the person who hurt their brother, Sun would have felt happy again.

But that wasn't so working, because what Sun truly needed was his twin to be by his side and comfort him, but as Moon said, Moon isn't good with emotions and etc.

So Moon convinced themselves that they were the problem and that was the reason why Sun wasn't happy; so they closed themselves in the lab, so that Sun would feel better.

Until now, Solar forced Moon to finally talk to Sun about all this and when Lunar told them Sun went out, but didn't return, Moon feared they made a terrible mistake and that they lost their precious twin again.

When Solar told them about the boat ticket, Moon immediately knew where Sun went, because he knows his brother better than anyone else and they know what he's thinking and possibly why Sun went on his and Nexus' ex-island.

When Moon saw Sun in that state, he understood what they had to do and finally found the words to talk to his twin and comfort him.

In conclusion, yeah Moon, you might be bad with emotions, but honestly, who is that good with emotions? Not even Earth! But is the fact that you understand the situation and know what to say the moment you see the person you love suffering that matters more for the person in question, so Sun in this case.

He loves you more than you can ever imagine and yes, Sun might not need you, but he WANTS you, he wants you to be there, to be his brother and comfort him, so be a good brother, be what you truly are, a TRUE caring twin/brother to everyone, Moon!❤

OUFFF- Alrighttttttt, enough blathering for today-!

[sirwormbell-the4st]

I've been saying this quite literally to everyone and anyone but I may as well say it here. It's devastating. I will be personally affected, people in my life will be affected, and people I'll never get the chance to meet will be affected. It's more important than ever to acknowledge that you are noticed. You don't have to be the most relevant person in someone's life to influence them. I might not know your name, but when you held that door open for me, I told people that you were kind. You're part of this bigger idea in my mind that people can be good. Maybe we've never talked, but when you interacted with one or two of my posts, I saw the notifications. It's comforting to know that there are others who share similar interests and beliefs to my own. Even if our conversations are brief or rarely personal, I smiled and really enjoyed the company. I couldn't say my day was dull or uneventful anymore because you stopped me on the street or messaged me. Maybe, I've stopped talking to you. But you'll always be the reason I watch Over the Garden Wall every fall or why I say "sorry" too much. However I know you, your participation in the world around you has real power. Your participation has real power over the people who see you in the peripheral as they pass you. They might be afraid to take up space until you do it <3

[seriousbrat]

You could be right, if you mean that Voldemort would assume he'd know if his defences were penetrated. If that's the case he was very wrong lol.

I feel like I might not have explained myself properly with this post haha. My precise question was, was Dumbledore wrong about Voldemort not intending to kill the drinker right away? That's what I was confused about.

Now I lean towards Dumbledore being correct, and Voldemort thinking for some reason that he'd get there in the intervening time between the potion being drunk and the drinker approaching the lake. And Voldemort thinking he'd know when his defences were penetrated is definitely a good explanation, because I don't think he was expecting anyone to finish the potion (which is probably impossible when by yourself) and it would also theoretically give Voldemort more time to get there.

It's also a good point that perhaps the thirst doesn't trigger unless the drinker finishes all the potion. Otherwise they'd just be disabled and trapped on the island. Though you'd think that if they managed to finish all the potion he'd want to question them even more, but then again, maybe he was afraid that whoever managed such a feat would be too powerful for him to contain and so created that failsafe. So that could also be the answer, but it still makes Dumbledore wrong in a way.

as for why kreacher didn't look for loopholes to save regulus, i think he was given very precise orders to make sure that wouldn't happen

I think you misunderstood me here! I meant, that if Kreacher hadn't been loyal to Regulus, he would have looked for loopholes to not obey him in the way that Regulus intended, like he does for Sirius. Since he was loyal, he followed Regulus's orders to the letter.

Since I'm writing about this rn, it has struck me that Dumbledore is willing to drink the potion in the horcrux cave because he believes that Voldemort wouldn't wish to kill the drinker immediately so as to question them... Dumbledore's usually pretty good at guessing Voldemort's thought processes, but as Harry discovers, this isn't true, because the potion causes thirst which leads the drinker to the lake, and then they're pulled down by inferi and die anyway. I'm wondering, was Dumbledore simply wrong, or is this because Voldemort was arrogant enough to believe that he would immediately be able to tell his horcrux was destroyed and get there in time to question whoever it was before leaving them to die? (in DH he does seem to believe that he would be able to tell.)

This is a pretty big flaw in Voldemort's logic if so, because as Kreacher, Harry, and Dumbledore all demonstrated, I think most people would be more likely to take the horcrux and try to destroy it later. Maybe this isn't too hard to believe because Voldemort also committed the major oversight of not realising that a house-elf or an underaged wizard could also be accompanying the drinker (which is extra stupid since he himself travelled across the lake with a house-elf.) I guess it makes a certain sense because Voldemort, who ultimately works alone, who underestimates everyone he considers inferior, might not have been able to fathom the loyalty, trust and love required for Kreacher and Harry to follow Regulus and Dumbledore into the cave.

It's also interesting that Dumbledore creates a very similar situation to that of Kreacher and Regulus-- he expressly makes Harry swear that he will follow any orders without question, he even tells Harry to leave him behind if needs be, which is what Kreacher does in his case. We know house-elves can disobey/work around some orders if they really want to, and in both cases Kreacher and Harry are ultimately following orders not because they have to but because of loyalty and trust. (I know Kreacher is literally bound to obey, but think about it this way- would he have done as much for Sirius, or would he have found a way around it like he does in OotP?)

Really the foreshadowing (or post-shadowing really haha) for Kreacher's tale is so good. It's hinted at when Dumbledore points out that it's Voldemort's mistake to underestimate the less visibly powerful, and I also really like the way that Harry can picture the scene perfectly as Kreacher narrates it-- because he lived it himself, after all.

[letitbehurt]

A Whumpee in the back seat of a moving car. Maybe they’re blindfolded. Maybe their hands are tied in front of them. Maybe there are guards on either side of them, each gripping one of Whumpee’s arms.

Maybe it’s dead silent, or maybe the only sounds are coming from Whumpee’s panicked breathing and blurted questions, asking where they’re going, what’s happening, who are these people, why me?

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[mercless]

🗡 mad cowboy disease....

[randomnameless]

Well, looks like even a broken clock's right at least twice a day; an edelstan on twitter was pissed a few days ago when they saw that Cyril's Meet the Heroes description described his time “working” for House Goneril as “some odd twists and turns”, pointing out that such vague wording was most likely used due to a combination of 3H not caring about Cyril's backstory and IS needing to sanitize Hilda's image so she can sell better in Heroes.

Hahaha,

It's funny because on SPE some people made memes, and you have angry people in the comments, being angry and basically lying or making up facts to either diminish Cyril's uh, "working conditions" in House Goneril, or try to sweep it under the rug to give some "Rhea BaD" takes again

Like :

(meme where Claude doesn't criticise his allies for keeping slaves, but blame racism on the lady who saved the child slave)

"Faerghus is the most violent country because they killed the emperor and enacted a coup while being backed up by mole people" to talk about that time when Loog got his independance

"Rhea BaD bcs Cyril can't learn how to read if you don't support him with Lysithea" even if he writes in the Post TS regardless of recruiting Lysithea or not

"Claude tries to talk to Cyril out of fighting but Cyril drives to a suicide charge with Rhea's blessing so Rhea BaD" in GW, with the source being, idk, since the person who came with that take never sourced it

"Rhea BaD she used the regicide in Faerghus to get rid of her political enemies" you mean the dude who tried to kill her?

"Supreme Leader wouldn't be able to continue warring if Rhea DeD bcs else she would be invading people and would lose public support" like the Supreme Leader? From the land of MAGA? Lose public support?? If she invades nations to restore Adrestia to its glorious past???

"Cyril never said he wasn't eating well in house Goneril" but the JP line says he was always hungry in PAlmyra and Fodlan before coming to the Monastery...

Anyways, as expected, even if FEH tries to sanitise some of Fe Fodlan's most, uh, contentious points, we will always have discourse because some people just prefer their fanon to canon, and while I can understand them to a degree (look Willy is basically fanon at this point) it's always hilarious to see people refuse to engage or even consider that the game they "love" says X when they prefer Y.

When it comes to, in general, Church related characters or Kingdom related characters, we see a lot of discourse like this popping up because while FE Fodlan shat on them (to an extent, for the Church related characters) FEH has to give them the minimum spotlight they give to other characters of the franchise, so yes, Hilda's popularity most likely is the reason why Cyril in MYH just had some "odd twists and turns" (tfw Begnion Senators aren't as popular :( so Muarim was mentionned to have been a slave) but his voiced lines has him mention he was captured as a "war prisoner"...

Putting everything it adds up and we have : Cyril was captured as a war prisoner when he was 11-12 by the Gonerils, was hungry there, complained about "work being hard" there (when Cyril doesn't complain at all in GM despite the huge workload he has!), and implies to Mercedes to have been mistreated in House Goneril because he was Almyran (which matches Hilda's prejudices in her C support about Almyrans).

Why is Cyril's backstory so "discourse rising" then?

Is it because Rhea BaD cannot rescue a child from slavery from a popular character's family/household? Or because Hilda's laziness and preference to let other people do her chores looks especially wrong if we take into consideration that those "other people doing her chores" at home might be children "kept as prisoner of wars and fed twice per week"? Or because it reflects badly on Claude (in both games) who wants to end discriminations and prejudices by getting rid of the institution that rescued an abused child, while working hand in hand with the family that abused said child based on his origins?

(lol@the "but Faerghus BaD" bonus point in the earlier SPE thread I mention, I don't even understand why it was brought up lol)

Back to your post, it's hilarious how this edelstand was pissed becayse FEH whitewashed Cyril's backstory to maybe sell more Hilda alts, when Pat'n'pals try their hardest (in FE16, Nopes and even FEH!) to "alter the script" to shit on Rhea, Dimitri to make Supreme Leader alt'able.

Maybe there's hope for this twitter/X stan?

[epicdogymoment]

gender and sexuality labels are so fucking hard how am i supposed to know how what i experience (already hard to pin down) compares to what "normal people" experience (completely unknown to me)

[morningmask27]

I feel like November will be a difficult month for me again and I'm not looking for it

[athetos]

Okay this is something that has taken me years to come to terms with and I just need to get off my chest especially since im not in therapy anymore and honestly only a few close friends know this but talking about it is still hard and I want to be able to better forgive myself and get rid of some of the internalized shame that plagues me because of this, and like, just be more comfortable admitting this fact to myself so I can better heal from it. And I know it’s also triggering to a lot of people so I never feel like it’s ever appropriate to discuss I should have a therapist again maybe sometime. But I’m gonna just say it and maybe delete this later. But I’m a rape + abuse survivor and it’s took me years to even “unlock” this trauma and properly process it. I’ve come a long way but idk I just wanted to get this off my chest because it’s been aching to come out but I also don’t wanna burden people.